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“Aren't you such an obsessive little cookie-”
His lips pull back in a grin, pushing up a knee to Black Sapphire Cookie's crotch, circling the area.
He instantly perks up to receive more delectable friction, an embarrassing groan passing his lips.
His hips buck up to the knee rubbing on him.
“Oh Sapphire- you're falling apart my darling.”
He emphasizes every little pet name just to grab at each sweet little sound.
“My sweetest underling, so easy to fluster.”
He gasps, breath waltzing with the quiet smell of whiskey.
A man like him was unlikely to deny being bent over backwards against the bar. But it being his Master made it impossible to deny the delightful sparks of lust to take control; especially with a thigh pressed between his legs, so close to exactly where he wanted it.
“Are you having morning drinks without me?”
“Yes, My-”
He is quickly interrupted by Shadow Milk Cookie's leg thrusted up to his groin.
“My Lord…”
“Mhmm- such sweet little gasps. Do you get the wind knocked out of you by just a little pressure?”
The small bar was completely empty except for the pair of deceitful cookies. As was Shadow Milk Cookie's request for staying at the Grand Dust Hotel, private access.
It wasn't exactly for this reason, more to relieve the aches that came with the restraints on his magic.
“My Lord… I can't.”
“Oh? I think you can handle being quiet for me. You're so good, my Sapphire.”
Shadow Milk Cookie cups his face, rubbing over his warm cheeks.
“Aren't you so handsome-”
He grabs Black Sapphire Cookie's wrists in his free hand, pushing him back further.
“All thanks to you… My Liege.”
“No, you were handsome when we met. But time has done you well my old friend.”
Shadow Milk Cookie slots his thumb under the changeling's jaw.
“With a few new additions of course-”
Black Sapphire Cookie tips his head upward with barely a nudge, looking up at the jester expectantly.
“The wings have done me well, yes.”
His voice stumbles and rolls over itself, improv was hard to grasp at when the illusion of a stage wasn't in place.
“I knew they would,”
He drags his thumb up from behind Black Sapphire Cookie's jawbone and up past his chin.
“I know everything about any cookie who comes past.”
“I know the spiel, My Lord.”
“I just don't want you to forget! Aren't I such a gracious lord to you, Sapphire?”
Shadow Milk Cookie pushes up his leg, thigh pressed right up against the other cookie.
Black Sapphire Cookie goes limp, all the effort in his body put into what was straining against his pants.
“Yes… Yes, My Liege.”
His icing falls over his eyes, embarrassment burning his face.
“Go on.”
He pushes his leg flush against Black Sapphire Cookie's crotch, leaning down to whisper into his ear.
“You don't want to be seen do you?”
He grinds into Shadow Milk Cookie's thigh, rough and uncouth in his actions, it had been a good long time since Black Sapphire Cookie dropped character.
“Oh how sweet you are-”
He unbuttons Black Sapphire Cookie's suit jacket, rubbing the back of his head.
“I- my apologies…”
“Don't apologize darling. This is adorable.”
He grunts, grabbing at Shadow Milk Cookie's collar, a victim of praise.
He had always dug for the kind words with Shadow Milk Cookie, but actually receiving them left his head reeling.
“This… this is humiliating.”
“I know-”
He grins, tipping up Black Sapphire Cookie's head to quickly plant a kiss on his forehead.
“It's your fault, Sapphire.”
He tugs at Shadow Milk Cookie's coattails, whining for him like a pathetic animal.
“Master Shadow Milk Cookie…”
“Oh you're squirmy- I'm going to need a drink if you're going to be this hyperactive all morning.”
The eye decorated coattails perk up as if being alive themselves, curling up and around him.
He leans down and kisses Black Sapphire Cookie's lips, calming the whimpers.
His face was hot and sweaty, Shadow Milk Cookie was surprised he had gotten so messed up already.
“My good man- what has happened to you?”
The jester fiddles with Black Sapphire Cookie's collar, slowly and painfully undoing the remaining buttons.
“You usually pull yourself together -”
His knees are pushed apart, the pad of Shadow Milk Cookie's thumb rubbing up and down over the front panel of Black Sapphire Cookie's tightly tailored dress pants.
Having another cookie to tease down his member was stolen right from daydreams, built to make him squirm. But Shadow Milk Cookie's attention trailing right towards the head (haha) of the problem made the show host fall backwards and whine.
His head smacked against the glossy countertop, legs open eagerly.
“Master please-”
“Oh you're so sensitive, it's cute.”
He lifts his thumb, switching it for just the nail of his pointer.
“How does that feel darling? You just always want more.”
The Master of Deception steps up between Black Sapphire Cookie's thighs, propping them open as he slowly continues his rubbing.
He groans, pawing at his master's hip. Nothing else but a few huffy whines, feet kicking in a whirlwind of ecstasy and overwhelm.
Shadow Milk Cookie reaches up to rub the inside of his thighs.
“Talk to me,”
“My Lord…”
“Mhhm? That's me-”
He tips open a cupboard on the counter, slipping out a bottle of wine, the label written in some foreign cursive script.
“That was delightful, Master. I believe your touch is wonderful.”
The jester hums, sinking his sharp teeth into the bottle cork to pop it out.
“I'm sure you do, when do you not relish my attention?”
He squeezes Black Sapphire Cookie's leg a little tighter, the mumbly sound of speaking with something clenched between his teeth was similar to when the younger cookie caught him in the middle of a project, sewing needle between his lips.
But this time the two acted along the threads of their own whims instead of a project, Shadow Milk Cookie spits out the bottle cork, setting the wine down.
“I treasure what I can get.”
Black Sapphire Cookie says humbly, not entirely out of the ordinary.
“You're so meek all the time, it's boring”
He hoists himself on a barstool, patting his leg.
“Sit with me, that position can't be comfortable without me touching you. Why don't I give you a better one?”
“Could I afford to keep the touch…?”
He is gently scooped up by the armpits, set on the jester's lap with his legs crossed.
Shadow Milk Cookie rubs his bare chest, Black Sapphire Cookie's undershirt hung over his shoulders, loosened and messy.
“Of course- but you're hiding that pretty space I want my hands on so bad. What happened to giving your master what he wants? Last I saw you were straining against yourself for it.”
“My Liege…”
Black Sapphire Cookie leans back, indulging in the hands draped over his chest.
“I couldn't possibly handle it.”
Shadow Milk Cookie hums, kissing the other’s shoulder.
“I dislike how much authority you have as my favorite.”
“Master, I am allowed to deny you things.”
“Why didn't you say it the first time?”
He huffs, lip jutted out in a pout as he took another slow sip of wine.
“I want quite a bit more than that touch right now. I can't handle being tempted.”
He tips his head, cheek pressed to Shadow Milk Cookie's chest, following the slow breaths.
“You know how desperate I get around you, Master-”
His voice drops, a low and seductive hum with eyecing half lidded. This cookie could play both sides, tugging his own strings.
“Ooh! Aren't you naughty today! Such a needy man you are, Sapphy.”
He perks up a smile, hands aimlessly trailing along Shadow Milk Cookie's dough. Black Sapphire Cookie's hums were very pleasing to the ears, drifting like the sound of jazz from his old record player.
“You of all Cookies know how my mind works.”
He lavishes the time on Shadow Milk Cookie's lap, worshipping that body was the perfect pastime.
“My head just circles around you, My Liege.”
Shadow Milk Cookie presses a rough kiss to Black Sapphire Cookie's lips, indulging his tongue in the sweetness of the other's mouth.
“Come on, upstairs my darling. I want your pretty little legs up around me.”
Black Sapphire Cookie's eyes flutter closed, dazed and tired.
“Yes, My Lord.”
He gently wraps his arms around the other, head resting on his shoulder.
“Master,”
The light of early dawn met them in the lobby, warmth spreading across Black Sapphire Cookie's clothed back. His wings spread out to catch the rays.
“You should be glad nobody's here this early. I don't get a chance to make a show.”
Shadow Milk Cookie grins, tugging on his icing.
Black Sapphire Cookie scowls, a reminder that this was indeed still Shadow Milk Cookie behind all the kissing and whispers of praise.
“Ow… asshole.”
“Ah- I'm the one holding you, remember my opinions on you can change darling -”
“I don't mind when it's Candy Apple Cookie's turn for affection, My Lord. But I know you won't drop me.”
Shadow Milk Cookie pouts, tipping up Black Sapphire Cookie's head .
“Why must your drunkenness wear off so quickly? I want you to love me.”
“I do, My Liege.”
“Love me better.”
Black Sapphire Cookie leans into his chest, eyes glazed over.
“How so?”
“Better.”
“It feels more difficult to entertain your whims every hour.”
He hums, pushing the bottle of wine up to Black Sapphire Cookie.
“Drink,”
“Yes ma'am.”
Shadow Milk Cookie squeezes the other tight, rubbing his hip.
“So sweet, you listen so well.”
His ringed hand combs through Shadow Milk Cookie's icing.
The jester flings open the door, tossing Black Sapphire Cookie onto his bed. His arms were exhausted at this point, the only response he got was a low grunt.
“Aren't you so good? Don't be quiet.”
“Hm-”
The door shoves closed, slender fingers fumbling with the lock.
“How the hell do I… there.”
He shrugs off his suit jacket and undershirt, clothes falling to the sheets in a lowly heap.
“My Lord…”
“How I coddle you,”
His neck ruffle comes undone, diamond bodysuit falling to the ground. Shadow Milk Cookie's underwear was interestingly revealing, lacy and decorated with diamonds much like everything else specifically designed for the jester.
Black Sapphire Cookie bites his cheek, nails scratching at the bedsheets.
“You're beautiful, my Liege.”
Sweet neediness tugged at his dough, reaching out for Shadow Milk Cookie, painfully begging for his cold bony fingers.
“Crumbs… I- I can't.”
“So vulgar ! You want to be manhandled so bad-”
Shadow Milk Cookie plants his hands on the mattress, looming over the desperate, squirmy body beneath him.
“Go on, give me the wings.”
Black Sapphire Cookie's wings unfurl, twitching sporadically with need. Cookie's with wings had interesting habits, the wings in question developed to be quite the erogenous zone, oh so sensitive.
“Master.”
His clawed hands drag across the panels of leather, cold and unmoving against the twitches.
“Yes, my dear?”
“May I request a little help here…?”
He gestures downward, a beautiful erection squeezing up to his pants
“You'll get help soon darling-”
He purrs, squeezing his wings.
“Although I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, it's adorable.”
Shadow Milk Cookie leans down to tongue at his wings, all eyes staring up at the writhing body.
“Mhh- ah-”
He presses the flat of his tongue over the small bones in Black Sapphire Cookie's wing, small bits of drool puddling up across the leather.
“You're delicious,”
He continues to lap at the beautiful bat wings, purring contentedly.
He squeezes into the mattress, kicking his legs and whining, whining like the annoying older brother he was to Candy Apple Cookie.
Shadow Milk Cookie grins, ravishing over his lovely little wings, a hand pressed up to Black Sapphire Cookie's groin.
“My darling Sapphire,”
An ear stinging whimper rattled the halls, the show host's voice abruptly cut out by microphone static, much more pleasing to the ears and cookies in the hotel.
That seemed to shake Shadow Milk Cookie off of him, staring wide eyed at Black Sapphire Cookie, appalled he could make such a noise.
He claps a hand over his mouth, legs crossed and pushed tight together, staring at Shadow Milk Cookie.
Silence hung for a moment too long.
“How about that?”
He kisses his teeth.
“I forgot how loud you were,”
The jester taps at Black Sapphire Cookie's throat, coaxing out more jumpy static.
“I didn't mean that when I asked you not to be quiet.”
He mumbles out a hasty apology, bunching up the sheets under him.
His chest rises and falls rapidly, shaky exhales from his lips as every semblance of control melts away.
Shadow Milk Cookie wipes the sweat off the other's forehead, holding up his bangs as he pushes his thigh back up to the other's crotch.
Watching Black Sapphire Cookie's normally overhanging and tired eyes spring open and squeeze shut with every bit of friction was Shadow Milk Cookie's favorite private performance, all for him.
“Go on, rock those pretty hips. I know you need it.”
The Performer squeezes his hands around the bundles of bedsheets, nails digging into his palms. And he slowly began to rock, back and forth, taking what he wanted.
“My Lord…”
“Shh- Words aren't needed to carry what has to be said.”
Shadow Milk Cookie reaches down to play with Black Sapphire Cookie's belt buckle, the gleaming gold etched with small swirly shapes.
He rubs his hips up further against Shadow Milk Cookie's bare thigh, his dress pants and underwear acting as nothing but a painful barrier. A very painful barrier indeed.
The slow rocks turned into a rough humping, the gusset of his pants warm and damp.
“Are you so close already? You've been leaking since I got you against the bar haven't you?”
He rests his hand over the small of Black Sapphire Cookie's back, the other slowly undoing his belt and slipping it out of the loops.
“Beautiful,”
Shadow Milk Cookie's voice dropped to a low rumble in his chest, the eyes perched above his cheeks staring focused on Black Sapphire Cookie's pants as they came down past his ankles.
“I- I don't have the answer for that.”
Shadow Milk Cookie curls a finger under the other's underwear, soaked through with pre.
“I have my evidence darling-”
He leans over, tearing the destroyed undergarments from his cohort, staring at the beautiful thing sprung up for him.
Black Sapphire Cookie stretches out, a flush of embarrassment across his head and shoulders. Shadow Milk Cookie curls his hand around the radio host's member.
Eyecing rolls back in pleasure and pain, nails squeezing the mattress. Black Sapphire Cookie's vision blurred, unable to help the twitches and stutters of his hips.
He stumbles back to his senses after what felt like seconds of pure blissful touch.
But many minutes had passed since he finished his escapade, hours actually, letting go of anything curled up inside him was draining, figuratively and literally. He found himself tracing over Shadow Milk Cookie's dough, the cracks and crumbs gave way to a pleasing texture.
The jester was asleep, as peacefully as Black Sapphire Cookie had ever seen him.
“Master…? May I draw a bath?”
“Save room for another.”
Shadow Milk Cookie's eyes flutter open, giving a gentle squeeze to the other's hips.
“Hot water.”
Black Sapphire Cookie sits up, given a chance to look over his shaky body, pathetically exhausted.
What had happened while his eyes were squeezed shut? He had blurry memories but sadly couldn't find the details, edges sanded down by wine.
His head throbbed as he stood up, padding to the hotel rooms ensuite and turning on the tap.
The treated water flowed freely; unlike the spire where the yogurt from the river had to be boiled and condensed back down by hand so as to not allow dough to sop it up.
Black Sapphire Cookie eyes the various soaps provided, all lily scented.
How ironic for Dark Enchantress Cookie's hotel. He thought to himself for a few minutes, before knocking the glass bottles off of the bath’s ledge with a sweep of his arm.
Shadow Milk Cookie steps into a room decorated with shattered glass and a half filled bathtub.
“Well someone's having fun, were the amenities not to your liking?”
He teases, pinching the other's cheek.
“My apologies.”
“No, it reeks of a flower field.”
He slaps a towel on the floor, pushing the pile of glass and body wash to the corner with his foot.
In an attempt to cock up his leg, Shadow Milk Cookie stumbles and falls back onto the counter.
“Crumbs! What the hell!?”
“Master!”
He wraps his arms around Shadow Milk Cookie, picking him back up, wings flared out.
Black Sapphire Cookie's hands struggle with finding a point to hold without creating a new arousing view.
“Master Shadow Milk Cookie!”
“No magic, I know.”
Black Sapphire Cookie stares down with concern, the hint of a fluster creeping up his face.
“I- Are you okay?”
“Peachy.”
He ends up cupping Shadow Milk Cookie's back, tracing up and down the protruding bumps of their spine.
“Master…”
“Ah! The bath is full.”
Black Sapphire Cookie turns around, wings still held open as he turns off the tap. He grabs Shadow Milk Cookie's hand, finger circling over his knuckles as the pair submerged themselves into the boiling hot water.
The bat-cookie leans onto the Jester's chest, following his slow breaths as he traces a finger over Shadow Milk Cookie's torso. Indented ribs, dark blue bruises, all completely perfect.
All beautiful to Black Sapphire Cookie.
Black Sapphire Cookie sunk into the hot water, unashamedly clinging to Shadow Milk Cookie's form.
“Master,”
“Is that all you're going to say, doll?”
His palms splay out over Shadow Milk Cookie's chest, his wings fluttering with the closeness and tenderness of every touch.
“All that I'm thinking about.”
Shadow Milk Cookie's nail gently scratches along Black Sapphire Cookie's scars, marionette joints.
“You're cutely pathetic without me and my magic.”
Black Sapphire Cookie wraps his arms tight around the other's wet form, pulling him deeper into the water along with him.
His touches devolved into worshipping kisses along Shadow Milk Cookie's clavicle.
“I know, My Liege… I love you.”
“So sweet-”
he lays back, head just poking above the water, and pulls Black Sapphire Cookie to lay flush against him.
Shadow Milk Cookie's thin arms find a way around the other's waist, firm and trailing up his ribs.
His whispers were cloying and drifting towards topics much too crass for two unclothed Cookies to be saying.
One arm finds its way around Black Sapphire Cookie's thigh, the other resting on his back.
“What a beautiful Cookie I have on the end of my strings, one with such a delicate list of desires. Is it my teasing?”
“Yes… And the praises.”
“What a good puppet you are-”
He pinches Black Sapphire Cookie's cheeks, hand still firmly squeezing his thigh.
“You take your master's orders so well, such a blessing.”
The tendrils of ink sprouting from his head curl around him, a warm, choking embrace.
“Where did that stem from…?”
“You know how that Sugarfly Cookie was, she ran away. And here you are, curled up in my lap, begging for touch, begging for praise. Just how a good puppet should.”
Shadow Milk Cookie presses a kiss to the show host's cheek, his lips cold.
“Maybe you do deserve more rewards from me.”
“Mhh- I think I do. I think I have earned more time spent with you.”
Black Sapphire Cookie leans into the kisses, tapping his foot in the water.
“Yes, that's what you want for behaving well behind the curtains? I'll get you something pretty for sure, but time with me is guaranteed if you so wish.”
“You misunderstand, My Liege. I want more of tonight.”
“That's what I was planning, my dear. Leaving my room is not something I'm ready to do.”
Shadow Milk Cookie squeezes Black Sapphire Cookie tighter, the hot water beginning to run lukewarm.
“You have quite the figure, now that I have it in my hands.”
Their fingers clasped together, both Cookie's hands were slender and bony, not retaining much heat.
Black Sapphire Cookie kicks up the drain stopper, squeezing the Jester's hand tight. He falls into the embrace, continuing to push for more kisses as the water level lowers.
A bitter blueberry tongue pushes its way into Black Sapphire Cookie's mouth, trailing over the sharps of his teeth in a heated moment. Shadow Milk Cookie pressed himself flush against the other, cold arms around his neck that raised goosebumps.