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It was warm and quiet here except for Horror’s soft snoring. Dust laid on his big chest, with a thick arm secured around his small waist to keep him from slipping off. Being so near to his lover was always an amazing feeling.
Dust always felt safe and protected around Horror in a way that was hard to describe. It felt like the whispers of his treacherous mind hurt less when he was with Horror. He slept much better when it was just the two of them in the dark, comforting each other with very few words. Horror was his rock that Dust clung to while caught in a tidal wave of things that didn’t make sense. His mind was constantly on fire, but Horror being with him made it more bearable.
He knew it was strange to watch someone sleep, but he couldn’t help it. Dust’s eyes were focused on Horror as his chest lightly rose and fell. The other skeleton looked so peaceful; beautiful in every imaginable way. Dust was truly smitten.
But Dust could never get himself to say these things out loud. They remained locked behind his cold stare and outwardly impassable nature. He wondered if Horror understood how much he loved him.
Dust sat up slightly, shuffling forward to place a soft kiss on Horror’s cheek. The other’s arm remained draped over his back and moved with Dust. But the second he connected them in that kiss, life returned to the limb and his hand began dragging up and down along Dust’s spine.
“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Dust said softly, his breath ghosting Horror’s neck as he let his head drop again. Horror gently squeezed him in a hug.
“Oh, ‘s ok…” He mumbled. His hand continued to affectionately stroke the length of Dust’s body, starting at the base of his neck and running down to his ass.
His magic was warm and soft under Dust’s body. He summoned his magic so that Dust had something comfortable to lie on and because the chill blowing through the castle was brutal. That’s why Dust had his magic summoned as well. Their soft forms were pressed against each other in such a tantalizing way.
With a little hum, Dust burrowed his face against Horror’s throat and pressed a small kiss there. His hand was pressed flat against Horror’s chest, and as he left these soft kisses, it began to stroke his chest and collarbones. His fingers curled in towards Dust’s palm then moved to lay flat once more.
“I uh…” Dust hesitated. He had never said out loud what he felt about Horror, but he wanted to try. “You… You know how much I enjoy our time together. And I-… I feel… O-Or, I mean-… I, um, I… I feel very… comfortable with you.”
Horror hummed, a soft smile gracing his pretty face. But Dust’s face twisted into a frustrated frown. That wasn’t at all what he’d been trying to say. Yes, it was true, but it didn’t feel deep enough. It wasn’t just that Dust felt comfortable with Horror; he loved him. There was no one in the universe that Dust loved more than Horror. He’d die a thousand times for a chance to make Horror happy. Dust wanted Horror to be his life partner, whether through marriage or just a promise to remain together forever. The idea of having children had always been something infinitely far beyond Dust and what he could take, but he didn’t mind the idea of starting a family with Horror. If it made Horror happy, he’d gladly get past his reservations about kids because he loved Horror so much. His passion was so deep that it was more intense and vast than Dust’s own will to live.
And ‘I feel very comfortable with you’ didn’t do any of those feelings justice.
Frustrated, Dust sat up. As he began moving around, Horror opened his eye. There was a lot of trust between them, he wasn’t suspicious of Dust’s sudden movements, he was just contently watching what he was doing. But suddenly, Horror’s face went red and the last traces of exhaustion vanished when Dust took off his shirt.
The cold in the room made Dust’s nipples go hard and chills ran through his body. He has always been more confident about his female form than his male one. While his male form was average, Dust had always received praise from past partners about his breasts and curves in his female form. It was always a slight boost in confidence to have it summoned, but he realized now that if he looked down into Horror’s eyes and saw anything other than approval of his slim body, it might completely shatter the very shaky confidence he felt.
But when he looked down, all his fears about what Horror thought about his body melted. His eye was glued to Dust’s body, slowly tracing its form with nothing but pure reverence. His face only seemed to get more red as his hands came to stop at Dust’s hips to help keep him steady.
“I can’t find the words to tell you how I feel. So…” Dust trailed off. But Horror seemed to get the message.
“You don’t have to say anything.” Horror said softly, his voice rumbling and slow. His hand slowly moved up Dust’s side before pausing. “Can I…?”
“Of course.” He said quietly.
Horror’s warm hands met his breasts as he squeezed them gently. He handled Dust’s body like he was the most fragile thing in the world, like Dust was a piece of art he was scared to ruin. But Dust would be more than happy to let Horror ruin him.
With a soft noise, he reached behind himself to slip his hand in between Horror’s legs. His fingers very gently brushed against Horror’s clothed length, feeling his lover already growing hard. Warm, excited magic was already beginning to rush to Horror’s growing erection. He leaned closer to Horror so that even as he whispered, his lover could hear his voice.
“Is it ok for me to touch you like this?”
The bigger skeleton nodded breathlessly. He moved one hand to Dust’s back, fingers doodling nonsensical shapes into Dust’s soft flesh. The other hand’s thumb gently brushed against Dust’s nipple, making him gasp a little.
Dust slid his hand into Horror’s pants and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. Gently and affectionately, he rubbed the length, exploring its surface with his fingers as if to map it out in his mind. As Horror’s magic flooded the area, his length grew harder and longer, Dust could feel it growing in the palm of his hand and that made his mouth water slightly.
Horror could probably feel the warm magic leaking from Dust and soaking into the bottom of his shirt. Dust hadn’t been this aroused in a long time. The area started to feel warm and sensitive, his pussy clenched around nothing, desperate and aching for his lover.
Slowly, Dust got up to take off his pants. Horror watched with infatuation as Dust’s bluish-purple magic and dripping cunt were exposed to the cold of the room. Dust could hear his lover swallow thickly.
“I guess… I guess the words I am looking for are a lot simpler than I am making them out to be.” Dust said softly as he freed Horror’s dick from his pants. It was red and tantalizing dripping with precum already. He made eye contact with Horror. “I… I love you.”
Horror’s hands found his hips, holding him steady. “I love you too.” He said. Dust lined himself up with Horror’s dripping length. And with Horror’s help, slowly began to take it in. It drew a moan from both of them. “I love you so much it hurts sometimes.”
The burning stretch ached. His pussy reflexively tightened around it and he had to put significant effort into relaxing before he could continue down again. Their size difference was extreme. Dust barely came to the top of Horror’s ribs and his waist was so small that Horror could easily wrap his arms around him. Even if he had two or three copies of himself, Horror could quite easily wrap his arms around all three of their waists and lift them.
Dust slid down a little more and let out a mix of a whimper and a moan at the burn it elicited. Horror’s head fell back against the pillows, his hips giving only the slightest twitch up into Dust before he could restrain himself. The smaller skeleton was breathless already, trying to will his muscles to relax because tensing up was only making this harder than it had to be. His slick dripped down the rest of Horror’s length and stained the bed below them.
“You’re so tense, Dust.” Horror whispered, already losing himself to pleasure. His thumb rubbed gentle circles into Dust’s hip to hopefully bring some comfort.
“It’s-… It’s been a while since I’ve done anything like this.” Dust said. And he’d never taken anything this big before.
Horror’s hand moved suddenly, now only one was securely in his hip and continued to rub soft circles there, but the other one moved to Dust’s clit. It tentatively brushed the sensitive nerve, making Dust moan and tip his head back. Dust slid further down, just allowing himself to fall regardless of the ache and borderline pain it caused.
There was nowhere else to go inside Dust. The tip of Horror’s cock was rather roughly pressed against his cervix, which was now stretched as far as it could go. A pained little moan slipped from him before he knew it. Horror’s fingers didn’t relent, now trying to wash away the pain with waves of pleasure.
Dust lifted himself before he let himself drop again. A loud moan was punched out of him as pleasure flooded his stomach until there was no more space inside him for it to occupy. With another, much quieter, moan, he started a constant pace. It was slow yet tender, each thrust pushing against Dust’s cervix all over again.
“So pretty…” Horror muttered. Dust forced his eyes to open so he could make eye contact with Horror as he continued to fuck himself against Horror’s cock. “Fuck, if you only knew… all the things I want to do to you…”
“Tell me.” Dust said, clenching tightly around Horror. The other squeezed his eyes closed with a deep moan. His pace sped up a little as he began to get desperate. “Whatever you want, I’ll do for you.”
This close to his lover, he could feel his intentions clearly. There was a certain aura of possessiveness that was beginning to grow from his lover. It joined the overwhelming lust that Dust had already felt from Horror. He kept up his pace, warm magic spilling from him as his urge to cum only grew.
A soft growl came from Horror as both his hands locked around Dust’s hips. The possessiveness now started to grow and spread like wildfire. “Be careful what you wish for, Dust.” He warned. Dust grinned at him.
“Or else what?” Dust grinned, tempting his lover.
He sat up straight so that Horror could get a full look at his body. If not for Horror’s hands, which were almost bruising his hips, he would have fallen. Horror’s eyelight shifted to be a massive red heart.
“You’re so… You’re so beautiful.” Horror said breathlessly. Once more, he was blatantly staring at Dust’s body, but this time, he seemed more focused on the space where Dust’s womb sat comfortably. “But you’d look even better stuffed with our baby. You’d be damn near irresistible.”
“Is that what you want from me?” He asked, a teasing note in his voice. He stopped bouncing, letting his lover’s massive cock sit heavy inside his sensitive pussy. With confidence Dust didn’t normally have, he leaned closer to Horror. “Do it then. I can take it, sweetheart.”
Suddenly, Dust was overwhelmed by his partner’s lust. His desires were so strong it was nearly choking. He felt Horror’s hands tightening even further, leaving bruises there, and then Horror lifted him as if he were a toy.
A borderline painful moan was punched out of Dust as Horror forced him back down. He dropped his hands to the bed on either side of Horror’s body as he took everything his lover was going to give him. His cunt ached as Horror viciously fucked him. Dust closed his eyes, hands bunching up the blankets as his walls fluttered.
Horror took him as if he was a sex toy. The whole time, he kept reminding Dust of how pretty he was. His voice was deep and heady, making Dust’s womb ache for Horror’s warm magic.
“I am gonna cum.” Dust struggled to say through the tension in his throat.
“Good.” Horror purred.
A high-pitched moan tore from Dust and he clenched as hard as he could as he came. Horror didn’t stop his aggressive thrusts even as Dust came, working him through it in the most beautiful way. And right as Dust’s orgasm began to fade, he felt Horror cum inside him.
He sat up, back arching slightly as blistering hot magic filled his insides. Dust could feel Horror’s intent, his near feverish desire to impregnate him. And his womb greedily accepted everything Horror gave him, leaving him stuffed so full that his belly bulged.
“Oh fuck…” Horror whispered breathlessly. Dust couldn’t open his eyes as he was filled, but for the flash when his eyes were open, he’d seen his ecto turning into a royal purple color from Horror’s red magic.
“Fuck, you came so much.” Dust said breathlessly. Then, he smiled slightly. “I guess that should be a compliment that you find me so attractive.”
Horror blushed softly. “Ah… Sorry.”
“No, it’s more than ok.” Dust said. “I asked you to.”
After a second more of recovering, Horror wrapped his arms around Dust’s waist and scooped him up. Dust clung onto Horror’s shirt as the bigger monster took him into the bathroom, still connected. Horror’s cock bumped overly sensitive areas as they went, pulling suppressed moans from Dust.
Only when Dust was on the edge of the bathtub did Horror pull out. The feeling of suddenly being drained of all that extra magic drew another moan from him, on top of his adrenaline wearing off. Horror must be exhausted too, but that didn’t stop him from cleaning Dust thoroughly before himself.
“God, I love you so much.” Dust said, softly and absentmindedly. Then, his face went warm. The words came much easier this time. Dust didn’t know if that was because he was so relaxed after sex or because he had already said them once.
Regardless, Horror left a very affectionate kiss on Dust’s temple. “I love you too.” He said.
Completely naked, the two of them return to their bed. Dust settled into his spot, directly on top of Horror’s chest, as the other skeleton pulled a blanket on top of them. He closed his eyes and all was once more. Horror and Dust weren’t big on words, but that was ok, everything they needed to say was already hanging in the air thickly. Like fog.
Perfectly content and satisfied on every level, Dust fell asleep. This time, he didn’t wake up for the rest of the night. Horror spent a little bit longer, just watching Dust sleep peacefully. His arms wrapped around Dust possessively. Dust was his. His lover, his closest companion, his soulmate. Their passion for each other didn’t need three silly little words to be true, Dust was so funny sometimes. But no matter how ridiculous his lover got, he would still humor him.
After all, that’s what you do when you're in love.