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「 ☆ 」 Jovanni's instant reaction is more flattering than Ninian feels it should be... An unwanted yet overpowering sense of accomplishment swelling in his chest and heating the area between his legs. An ingrained need to keep going, a DESIRE to prove himself undoubtedly worthy of the sounds the other is making. Never mind the irrational shame of it all, still knotting his stomach as he stares up at the head of another man's dick. It pales in comparison to the unrelenting throbbing clutched in his arms.
A sudden dripping upon his head, like the beginning of rain. Yet the scent couldn't be anything but the promise of unmatched pleasure. It's a sensation Ninian hasn't experienced in person ( until now ) but would recognize anywhere. An instinctive draw to the bliss taunting him from just over the horizon, the pixie's tongue flits across his lips with a nervously wanting swallow. Matters of the flesh are dangerous as they are enticing, to a pixie of his creation...
When exposed to the orgasm of non-fae, he may as well be drowning in alcohol or pumped full of the most potent drugs. Albeit, with none of the lethal risk. Although he could easily find himself becoming addicted, should he not be careful.
Yet he shuts his eyes, angling his head back and letting Jovanni's pre drip over him.
Slowly exhaling, soft green hair grows damp, plastering to his forehead as droplets cascade down his cheeks to dapple his torso. Shimmering upon tanned skin, intermingling with the lingering touch of the lake. A hand raises to tentatively rest the tips of his fingers against the moisture, dragging it downward and rubbing Jovanni's essence into him. ❝ ... Make more. ❞
Breathed as eyes flutter open, Ninian looks up at the man towering over. Features flushed and tiny cock twitching against Jovanni, arms return to wrap around the hefty shaft. One starts to rub up and down, using the entirety of his arm to stroke while the other hand kneads at the dripping head. Diligent fingers massage the sensitive slit, urging more of that warm wet. ❝ I... I want more... ❞
As if to prove his point, Ninian shuffles himself further up the other's length. Thighs squeezing around to keep him steady, he straddles the shaft while positioning his face right at the tip. Glossy lips experimentally press against it, a whispered peck of a kiss to test the waters. But deciding he quite likes it, the pixie doesn't take long to dive right in... Leaning in to press another, he allows it to linger. Eyes closing as he feels the heat against his face, the dampness on his lips, the taste trickling onto his tongue.
Moaning softly, he parts his lips as though allowing the cock to kiss him back.
Tongue swipes across the slit, size allowing it to slip right inside. Licking at the most sensitive ( and normally untouched ) of nerves, Ninian groans as he makes-out with the other man's cock. Drinking in the pre before it even has a chance to escape, lips shifting and tongue exploring as he feels it drench his chin. One hand holding it steady by the back, while the other feverishly rubs at the shaft to encourage more. 「 ☆ 」
「 ☆ 」 Ninian normally hates how small he is… It always felt like a hindrance, making him weaker than others. Incapable. Reminding him of what a lesser form of fae he is. However much he may boast about being an independent pixie. The MOST self-reliant of them all! Unafraid to go out on his own, rather than stay under the protective ( if patronizing ) care of his creators.
Yet as he’s pushed onto Jovanni’s palm, so easily able to settle— letting the man support the entirety of his minuscule weight… He couldn’t be happier about his size.
Shuddering when he’s stripped bare, naked body carefully cupped in his lover’s hand, he lays back when Jovanni’s tongue makes its first swipe. Following the motion as it washes his thick thighs, legs instinctively spread. Cock shoots a bit of pre onto it, an adorable pre-mature squirt from the sudden and overwhelming sensation. Hard and throbbing over his cutely-full balls.
Back arches with a strained gasp, torso pushing into the flat of Jovanni’s tongue. The pixie’s taste is lightly salty, as expected of a body. But with an unmistakable hint of sweet, in the purest sense of the word. As if nature itself was bestowing the flavor upon Jovanni.
Head turns, feeling the hot stripe of slick traverse up his neck, enticing a full-body shiver. Tiny hands scrabble at Jovanni’s palm, as if trying to find purchase on the strong surface. ❝ Aa-aah… aAH~ ❞ Left warm and somewhat sticky, Ninian doesn’t exactly hate the feeling.
Wings give a feeble flutter to the sides, twitching with a fit of sparkling dust that drifts to the ground. Spasming when the tip of his lover’s tongue lightly catches on the edge of his puckered hole— a happy little accident on its way to his cock —Ninian pitifully squeaks, a fresh wave of red painting his face while his entrance pulses expectantly. ❝ F-Fuck… Feels… S’feels good… Y- Your tongue is amazing…~ ❞ 「 ☆ 」
「 ☆ 」 Ninian isn't completely devoid of social cues... He understands what a forward question that was. As well as the whiplash it may cause, considering how combative he was earlier. Unfortunately— or perhaps the opposite, depending on how things go —it's not enough to stall his tongue, the pixie refusing to look away even when Jovanni feels the need to.
Despite his flustered demeanor, the other's body betrays him. A glance to the aforementioned cock all that's needed to see he's intrigued. Giving Ninian a much-needed boost of encouragement, he sucks in a steadying breath. Admittedly impatient ( not confident in how long these steeled nerves would last ) , but willing to wait for explicit permission. To offer Jovanni the same respect he was shown.
It reminds Ninian of a surfacing whale...
That's all he can think when he finally, cautiously approaches the curious member. Large and dark, still shimmering from the water stuck to its surface and dripping down its sides. Not fully erect, but clearly excited as it waits for more. Ninian can tell in the way it faintly twitches, the veins alongside it pumping with blood that demands permission to fully flow. Exhaling shakily, he flutters to face it head-on... Literally.
Staring at the tip, a hand tentatively reaches out as though about to pet the muzzle of an unknown creature. Soft touch gingerly laid upon the curve of its head, palm slowly slides down to trace along the mushroom-shape. Lips quirk into a more at ease smile, tinged with nerves as the rapid fluttering of his wings may be. ❝ ... You're warm. ❞ Breathed through those plush lips, another hand joins the exploration.
Rubbing along the head, he starts to slowly massage at it. ❝ No- Not just warm... It feels— hot. Literally~ ❞ Giggling with the last word, he risks moving closer, trying to lift up the shaft further to get a better look at its underside. Lightly grunting with the effort, arms push and slip around, one hand moving to trace along a notable vein. ❝ You're a big one, aren't you Mister Cock? I think you're bigger than me... ❞ Not usually a remarkable feat, but definitely one when talking about dick length.
Eyes wander along the vein down to the base, widening as they settle on the massive sack resting between Jovanni's legs. Tongue flitting across his bottom lip, a foot stretches to give an experimental push on the sensitive spot. Naked body presses against Jovanni's cock in order to make the reach easier, his own dick inadvertently rubbing the shaft as it is sandwiched between them. Bead of pre is smeared to the surface, Ninian gasping at the ( partially ) unintentional grind.
Arms wrapping around Jovanni's cock in a full-body hug as he feels their heat intermingle into one. 「 ☆ 」
「 ☆ 」 Praise…
Sweet as the most addictive of nectars, Ninian feels it wash over him. Cascading across his body in a slow, sensual spilling of warmth. Flushing his delicate features, making the area between his legs already twitch with want. Tight hole between plump cheeks tingling in anticipation. It’s a place Jovanni was fortunate enough to experience merely once before… but should things continue to feel THIS way, Ninian has no doubt it could become a regular pastime.
Risk of getting caught be damned.
Gasping when he feels a large and long tongue slide in, he increases the fervor of his kisses. Licking, swirling, opening his throat and relishing in the feeling of Jovanni's taste dripping down his chin. Overflow too much for his tiny mouth, make-out session becomes wonderfully messy as he lets it claim him. Moaning between the sliding of lips, sharp teeth nip at Jovanni as he breathes, ❝ Y-You taste good too~ ❞
❝ I think you might be my new favorite flavor... ❞
Eyes flutter open to peer at Jovanni through heavy lids, gaze already hazing over with a familiar lust. Palms pressed to the other man's face, contact is warm... Felt in a way that something so small shouldn't be. As though magic was glowing from his touch, flowing across the other's and sinking beneath. Taking hold inside of his body, blessing the man with the sense of NEED they entice from one another.
Chest heaves through every breath, hushed words hot against the man's mouth, ❝ Your tongue is so big... I bet you could easily taste any part of me. You could bathe me with it, if you wanted to. ❞ Shuddering at the concept of getting completely covered in Jovanni's slick— naked form laid bare for him to tease —he swallows thickly. Voice weaker as he continues, skirt already starting to tent with arousal, ❝ T-Take my clothes off... ❞
❝ My body is yours. ❞ 「 ☆ 」
"It was misunderstand. I thought you had to catch fae for it to tell you anything and I was trying to get some information from her. I was wrong and now we in this spot. She going to help now find what was looking for." He said scratching his chin. He noticed the little hair behind the ear but, didn't make much of it. This new fairy was cute. Granted so was Primrose but, didn't feel the same way.
"She going to help me find dragon. It's a long story but, you are welcome to come with us for a bit. She got cast a spell anyways to find what we looking for." He explained.
"I am going to get working on that." She fluttered up to Jovanni face. "DO NOT cause this fae any problems. I swear to all gods old and new I will stab you will thorns if I hear so much of peep from this Pixie that you cause him trouble." She gave gentle bow to other fae. "I will see you later cousin." She said floating off.
Jovanni sighed rubbing the back of his neck.
「 ☆ 」 Did this man just say he’s looking for a dragon?
As in a gigantic, dangerous, near-impossible to kill if you’re MOST people… dragon. Yet despite the utter insanity of this claim, he seems to be completely sincere. It’s enough to turn the pixie’s face pale, Ninian wondering what sort of lunatic he’s stumbled across. But before he can so much as utter a squeak of retort, the fellow fae is taking her leave to seek out the beast.
❝ R-Right. Uh- see you later… ❞ Stammered with a weak wave goodbye, Ninian watches the fae fly off for a few moments before his gaze abruptly SNAPS back to the man. ❝ Are you crazy?! Why don’t you just light yourself on fire now— it would save everyone a lot of trouble! ❞
Just his luck. Finds a mountain of muscles willing to let him tag along, and the guy has got a death wish.
Zipping up to the stranger’s face, fists are clenched at his sides, spine arched to bring his panicked expression closer. ❝ Why would you ever want to be near a dragon? ❞ He can barely stand being around flocks of birds for too long. At least they don’t have razor sharp teeth alongside the pixie-shredding claws! ❝ What could you possibly hope to gain other than an— if you’re lucky —quick death and an agonizing one if you’re not? ❞ 「 ☆ 」
The lust mark on his neck was burning. He looked at the fairy with hungry eyes. He softly gripped his chin with two fingers. "I see how you look at me. I see what in your eyes. I want you. You are so fucking cute and hot. I want your body. No one has to know but, us if means that much to you but, I can't not say this to you. I want you SO fucking badly." He growled those heated words to fairy. <3 - ✧ 「 @unluckieststar 」 ✧
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「 ☆ 」 Damn this man and how openly he admits that Ninian is cute! Normally, the pixie would try to salvage his tattered pride by vehemently agreeing. But as is, he doesn't trust his voice to come out in anything but a pathetic squeak. Especially with how Jovanni promises to... respect him. Such a large and powerful creature, speaking with gentle sincerity. Words far too kind to be true and yet Ninian finds himself believing every word.
It's an unfamiliar sensation, the pixie sorely accustomed to wariness around others being the only reason he's survived this long. Let alone managed to go untarnished by the hardships of a world so much bigger than he is.
Dirt from that world carefully eased from vulnerable skin by fingers boasting more scars than Ninian's entire body combined. Stiffening with a sharp intake of breath at the initial touch, the pixie slowly relaxes into it with a shuddered exhale. Rubbing is effective yet cautious, making his eyes flutter shut with a soft whimper as he lets the soothing circles trail across his torso and back. Blush decorating his face, it spreads to dapple the top of his chest and tips of his ears; spurred on by the pattering of his heart.
❝ Y- ... You really think so? ❞ Eyes fluttering open, uncertain gaze raises up to look at Jovanni. Managing to meet his despite the compromising situation, he swallows before weakly continuing, ❝ I... haven't really gotten much of a chance yet. ❞ Reluctantly admitted despite Jovanni not having pressed, Ninian looks away as he anxiously rubs soap further into his soft body, if only to give his hands something to do.
❝ Not many girl pixies around here, y'know? ❞ Not that Ninian has gone out of his way to look either but... Shaking his head, he flutters up in an attempt to press down the discomfort steadily brewing in his stomach. Tiny hands lathering themself in soap with a vengeance, he huffs and abruptly PLAPS both palms directly on Jovanni's chest. It's a ridiculous endeavor on his part, barely a pinprick against the expanse of black.
Touch needing to be more purposeful than the careful man's, Ninian starts to expertly massage scrub the scarred surface despite this. Gaze fixated on his work, brows knit and fighting to keep his breathing steady, he risks a chittered, ❝ So, uh— How about you? Any special lady in your life? Big guy like you— has to be tied down by now... ❞ What sort of insane world would it be if this body wasn't being drooled over every night? Unless Jovanni isn't the sort to settle down. A thought that makes Ninian's chest clench in a feeling far too close to disappointment.
As if someone like HIM would have a chance regardless. 「 ☆ 」
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「 ☆ 」 Ninian doesn’t have much experience with cocks that aren’t his own… None, in fact. But he feels like it would be safe to say THAT one is big. For lack of any other word coming to mind as he stares at it, frozen where he hovers and internally screaming to look away from the dangling hunk of meat. That dark, veiny, mushroom-headed, THICK—
Abruptly shaking his head, tiny fists are clenched at his sides so firmly he can feel nails dig into his palms. Get a grip, Ninian! He’s better than this. He’s stronger than some stupid dick. Especially when it’s attached to what has to be the most clueless man in the entire universe. Ninian would die if Jovanni knew how flustered the situation made him.
It’s with that excuse reasoning that he forces himself not to shy away from the offer. Even if the blatant statement of Jovanni cleaning him makes Ninian’s face glow a stark red. ❝ F-Fine… But don’t try any weird stuff because I’m so not interested! ❞
That probably sounded partially believable… If one were completely incapable of reading tone. With a fervent swing of his arms and stomp of his foot in the air, Ninian barks as he shucks off his clothes one garment at a time, ❝ I know how tempting it might be since I’m definitely the cutest pixie you’ve ever come across or ever would, but I. Don’t. Do. Dicks. ❞ It’s with that final statement that he removes his skirt, his own dick now hanging freely.
Compared to someone of his stature, it could be considered impressive… But in general, it’s horribly, wonderfully cute. Giving a few feeble twitches as it meets the sudden air, the pink tip shimmers ever-so-slightly with a delicate dewdrop of pre. The rest of his body fares no better, slim figure and flowing curves reminiscent of a more traditionally feminine form. With swirled markings of green trailing across his body, glowing slightly in the sun like it may on an insect.
Fluttering over to where Jovanni stands, he ducks down to the surface of the water. Uneasily looking down into it, he dips a single toe in as if testing the temperature. Or seeing if something will swim up to eat him. ❝ … Are you sure it’s safe? I’ve never bathed in anything so… big, before. ❞ Maybe it would be safer for him in Jovanni’s palm. But, no! No… He can’t just ask for that.
He’d rather take his chances with the fish. 「 ☆ 」
"Ooh gods they falling from the sky now. Ooh man. I knew should trusted my great uncle when said not to fuck around with shit. I should have fucking ooh fuck." He said rubbing his temple as he looked down at the little fae that coming up to his own. Aww this one was kind of cute.
"Ooh joy a PIXIE a fucking Pixie giving me shit. I have fallen far already. Oh by the gods, I am going to be laughing stock of the fae wilds by this time tomorrow." She banging her head against tree she fluttered near her own forest sounding sound like petals on breeze.
"N-no. I didn't know there so many flavors of you guys. I know fairies and Pixies and like.....that is about is. I didn't you guys came in different shapes and sizes." Jovanni was looking over the little guy. He was little cutie. He had not found Primrose all that attention grabbing but, Jovanni had type ya know.
「 ☆ 」 The pair seem to be in suitable distress, Ninian’s own awkwardness cast to the wayside. With a new bout of confidence thanks to the power dynamic in shambles, he barks out a laugh at their antics. Is it the best idea to laugh at people who could feasibly crush himself without so much as breaking a sweat? Or likely sparing it a second thought. Probably not… But he clutches his slim stomach regardless, sputtering with amusement as he hunches over where he hovers.
❝ Pfffft— You two are a mess! ❞ Cheeks tickled pink, he wipes at his eye with a tiny finger. Eyes narrowed with mirth, one peeks open to look at the strange man, ❝ Maybe do your research next time before you go around snatching folks. It’s a little rude, y’know… ❞ Typical big guy behavior though. Thinking they can do whatever they want just because they have the stature and… bulging biceps to get away with it.
Stalling for a breath, wide eyes unwittingly roam across the man. Drinking in each notable slope and CUT of his imposing form. Lips slightly parted, he swallows discreetly, feeling an unwanted shudder cascade down his scarcely-clothed form. Fear. Surely that’s what it is… Perfectly understandable fear of a creature so much stronger than himself. Never mind the way he tucks a bit of hair behind his ear like an inexperienced maiden, recently come of age and exploring previously unforeseen opportunity.
❝ Wh-Why are you going around throwing nets on people anyway? ❞ He chides, a bit of new irritation slipping into his tone. 「 ☆ 」
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「 ☆ 」 Peering out from behind a thick cluster of foliage, bright brown eyes— the same shade as the woven bits of bark that sparsely cover his petite form —are fixed on the unfortunate scene. Wide in utter disbelief, he leans a bit closer, delicate hands pushing aside underbrush to keep them from blocking his view. Never let it be said that Ninian was a pixie who knew how to mind his own business ( although in his defense, who could resist an unforeseen bit of drama like this? ) … or that he didn’t have the shittiest luck at times.
Surely this wasn’t solely his fault.
Air disturbed by the furious attack of apparently a high fae, it sweeps the poor pixie up in its enraged gust. The smaller creature yelps, limbs flailing as he tries in vain to regain a shred of control. But that’s a kindness seldom given, and yet again he’s helpless to the whims of something else. Even the goddamn wind.
Tumbling to the ground with a small cloud of dirt and a grunt, he coughs as he sits upright. Indignantly patting at his hair to get the minuscule bits of rock out of silk-like strands, hands move to his outfit. Readjusting the vest and skirt, pleats spread around plump and unfortunately bruised thighs. ❝ Well that’s just great… ❞ Irritably muttered to himself, embarrassment paints tanned cheeks red before his gaze has even raised to those he unwittingly alerted of his presence.
Stiffening where he sits, Ninian hastily flits into the air to hover around the same height as the troubled fae. Translucent wings catch the sun, shimmering with a radiance amongst gradients of green. They flap with the speed of a hummingbird, filling the air with a faint buzz one could hear if they paid very close attention. Yet his voice, sweet like a bell, rings clear enough as he cheekily spats, ❝ Geeze. You sure messed up, huh? ❞
Trying to draw attention away from himself— and his blunder —by redirecting it back to the stranger, Ninian crosses his arms and tilts his head. Glossy lips upturned into a smirk, he emits a lilt of a laugh, ❝ You seriously didn’t know that about High Fae? ❞ Truthfully, neither did Ninian. But the only other fae he’s come in contact with were his creators, and they aren’t of the same caliber as the fairy currently chiding the man. 「 ☆ 」
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「 ☆ 」 ❝ Pfft— Ha. Ha. You know what I meant! ❞ False laughter— pointed little statements following a genuine choked back sputter —meets Micky’s initial joke. Rolling his eyes good-naturedly as he rummages, cheeks already tinged pink from exertion grow a bit rosier with pure endearment. While most might feel awkward about the drawn attention to Micky’s chair— even apologetic at anything perceived as a slight, however unintended —Shion takes the jest for what it is. Meeting it in kind and then moving past it, feeling natural as ever when it comes to the greaser.
If anything, the mention of him potentially joining Shion on the ice earns more of a reaction; the barely-dressed male gasping excitedly at the concept. ❝ Really?? That’d be so cool! I could show you the ropes ‘cause— don’t tell the guys I said this —it’s actually super easy… ❞ Or maybe his eerily inherent ability to not only succeed but excel at any sport he tries plays a part in that. There’s a reason he’s kept under careful study by Hope’s Peak.
Possibility rolls off Shion like water on a duck’s back. Or water off his own during that stint of time he was part of the swim team.