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The day had been quiet in the castle. In fact, the quietness had become more or less a daily routine. Dust didn't appreciate it much.
Ever since Moon and Nightmare’s journey to save Swap from Moon’s brother, the inhabitants of the multiverse have finally accepted their redemption. They weren't seen as the evil, heartless villains they once posed as. Honestly, it felt good to not be scowled at or cornered and beaten just for going out to get groceries. Dust for sure knew that first hand. He would never forget the night he was attacked in the Omega Timeline for no good reason. If only he had seen their faces, he might be able to get back at them somehow. Not with violence, of course, but maybe he could talk to Core about it. He knew they didn't appreciate violence in the Omega Timeline, no matter what.
But Dust still didn't get out much. Perhaps because he was traumatized from that night, or because he didn't have a reason too. It seemed that ever since they were redeemed, his partners have discovered many old friends they had made before working with Nightmare.
Cross had rekindled his friendships with Ink and Dream, and Horror had been visiting his old friend Farm a lot, making Dust suspect they were becoming more than just friends. Nightmare and Moon had started becoming more versed in multiversal affairs, going to conference meetings, and helping Dream with his work. Killer had been talking about this guy named Color that he met at a coffee shop, along with the shop's owner, Ccino. Killer would talk about them a lot, and it was nice to see that he had his own little friend group. Yet, Killer being Killer, he didn't have much of a filter, causing Dust to know way more about these guys’ personal lives than he'd like. Apparently, according to Killer, Color and Ccino have this whole love triangle situation with this postman guy, and none of them are aware of their feelings for each other. Dust wasn't sure he bought it. Killer took too many things out of context.
Dust had to admit though, he was a little jealous of everyone. Seeing his partners with their friends and having lives outside of the castle while he didn't was…sad. He found himself missing everyone profusely, and being alone most days. He only really got to see everyone at dinner and on some occasions when someone stayed home. But for the rest of the time, he was alone.
Dust was curled up on the couch in the living room watching TV. He wasn't really paying attention to it much, for his mind was wandering elsewhere. It had been like that all day. Since Cross had been busier, Dust offered to pick up some of the chores, yet he could barely focus on them that day. All he could think about was missing his partners. Their company, their couch cuddles, their…touch. Dust groaned in frustration. Couldn't someone just touch him?
No, because I'll be here alone until nighttime and by then everyone will be too tired to do anything. Dust thought saltily. Then, he was struck with immediate guilt because he knew it wasn't anyone's fault. Maybe he just needs to stop being introverted and get friends.
Dust put his face in his hands and breathed a heavy sigh. Why does everything hafta be so complicated?
“Are you okay, Dust?”
Dust immediately looked up at the sound of the voice, and his soul lurched as he saw Moon standing at the threshold of the living room.
“Moon?” He questioned with surprise. “What are you doing here? I thought you went to the conference meeting.”
Moon shook his head. “Nah, just Night who went today. Those meetings never concern me anyway.” He explained, walking over to sit beside Dust.
Dust’s mind whirled. I can't believe he's here and I didn't even know!
As soon as Moon was sat, Dust was quick to snuggle his side, putting his arms around Moon’s chest, and nuzzling his shoulder. “Where have you been all day then?” He asked.
“I was reading in the library.” Moon said, his tone light as he happily accepted Dust’s affections. “I didn't know you were home either. I thought you went shopping with Horror, until I sensed your negative emotions. Are you okay, my dear?” He asked again, running his fingers down Dust's spine.
The touch was near electrifying, and Dust's stomach twisted into knots. “I'm better now that you're here. I've missed everyone so much.” He explained, trying to keep his voice steady as Moon's hand trailed along the curve of his waist. Even though Moon could probably feel the neediness spilling from his soul.
“You've missed everyone?” Moon implored.
Dust explained to him how lonely he'd been feeling that past few weeks, and Moon listened intently, looking caringly into his eyes.
“I'm so sorry you feel that way, baby.” Moon apologized.
Dust pressed further against him, baring his face into Moon's chest. “It's okay.” He said.
Moon moved to cradle Dust's head against his ribs. “If you want, I'll help you talk to everyone when they get home, and we can set up a system to where you aren't alone all the time.” He suggested.
“That’d be great, thank you.” Dust said, his brain barely there as he sank into Moon's chest, and rather filthy thoughts began emerging in his mind. He ran his fingers against Moon's clothed ribcage, greedily letting his dirty thoughts win. Moon was just so …stunning. And he was so excited he was here. Maybe a little too excited…
He jumped as Moon grabbed his chin and tilted his face up to look him in the eyes again. “What are you thinking about, Dust?” Moon asked interrogatively, his expression now almost as devious as Dust's thoughts.
Dust’s face turned a bright purple. Shit, he really does sense my neediness, he thought stupidly, because of course Moon sensed it.
“N-nothing!” He defended hopelessly. “It's really nothing, Moon.”
He stifled a gasp as Moon pulled him into his lap. Moon's grasp was firm, causing Dust to lose his self control, allowing magic to pool in his pants.
“You need something, don't you Dust?” Moon queried seductively, rubbing his thumbs into Dust's hips. “You know you can't hide your feelings from me.”
Dust squirmed, subconsciously realizing that Moon and Nightmare’s seductive voices sounded very similar. “Y-yes sir…I mean- M-moon.” He slipped. “Sorry…”
Moon let out a small laugh. “Did you call me sir?”
Dust gulped. “You s-sounded a lot like boss just then.” He stammered.
Moon giggled again. “You know what? I actually kind of liked that. Can you call me sir?”
Dust was infatuated with Moon at this point. Moon could ask him to do anything and he’d do it. “Yes…sir."
“What a good boy~” Moon praised, moving one of his hands down to brush against Dust’s growing bulge. Dust let out a disgusting whimper, seemingly only stirring Moon on more. “You don't deserve to be cooped up in this big castle by yourself. How could we let you become so deprived?” Moon spoke, continuing to swirl around Dust's tent. “You need a good fucking, don’t you?” He asked bluntly.
Dust didn't trust what would come out of his mouth if he tried to speak so he just gave a little nod. He was in awe at how dominating Moon could be, even though he normally didn't seem like he'd be. Moon was always so nurturing and kind, and in turn granted him the trust of many, especially his partners. Which, circling back, truly made him more dominant. And when in situations like this, it was so sexy.
Moon wrapped his arms securely around Dust, and carefully stood up. Dust hugged back into Moon’s chest to steady himself in his hold, coming into contact with Moon’s newly summoned breasts that were bursting from his tight bodysuit.
“Let's go to my room.” said Moon.
As Moon carried Dust to the west wing, Dust couldn't help but drool all over Moon’s cleavage, desperately wanting to rip off Moon’s top and suckle his breast.
Moon stroked his skull as he walked up the stairs. “Don't worry, baby. I'll give you what you want~”
When they finally entered the room, Moon sat down on the side of his bed, and pulled Dust onto his lap. Dust pulled away from his chest to adjust himself, noticing the drool dripped down Moon's cleavage. He felt a twinge of embarrassment, but Moon didn't seem to pay it any mind.
Moon slipped his jacket off, and threw it to the side. He then grasped the top of his bodysuit. “You wanted these, yes baby?”
Dust's gaze was hazy as he stared at Moon's chest. He gulped down his saliva. “Yes sir.”
Moon finally stripped down the tight fabric, letting his boobs bounce forth. Dust eagerly went for them, grabbing one in his hand, and placing the other to his teeth. Moon squirmed beneath him and let out a small whimper. Gently, Dust dragged his tongue across Moon’s nipple before engulfing it in his mouth to give it a tender suck. Moon placed his hand on the back or Dust's head.
“Oh~ that feels good baby.” He cooed.
The praise spurred Dust on, and he began sucking harder. He continued the fervent suckling, moving to Moon's other breast to give it the same treatment. He only unlatched when Moon moved to lay down, pulling Dust with him.
They both laid the panting for a long moment, until Dust finally got the mind to say something. “Moon…” He breathed. “It…it hurts~” Dust let out a moan as his dick began to throb even more. “Please…can you please…” Dust tried to continue speaking, but the clothing on his cock was becoming utterly unbearable.
Luckily, Moon knew what he wanted. He gently grabbed Dust by the hips, and laid him down on the bed, swapping their position. “It's okay, Dust.” Moon assured. “Just lay back and let me take care of you.”
Dust was trapped in pure ecstasy as he watched Moon above him. Moon hooked his fingers on Dust's waistband and pulled down his pants with a quick tug. Dust gripped the bed sheets as the fresh air hit his penis. He looked down at his lopsided length, its body soaked with ropes of precum.
Moon then pulled off the rest of his bodysuit, revealing his wet entrance. Wet was honestly an understatement. Discharge was practically pouring from Moon's pussy, coating his inner-thighs and dripping all the way down his leg.
“Oh my~” Moon cooed. “Look how wet you made me~” his eyes traveled to Dust's dick. He licked his teeth. “Such a good boy.”
Dust let out a loud moan, as Moon pressed his pussy against his dick, probably loud enough for someone to hear if anyone else were home. He moaned again as Moon engulfed his tip. Oh stars, he's so tight~
He was about to moan again before Moon caught his mouth in a deep kiss, effectively shutting him up. Moon pushed his tongue into Dust's mouth, passionately lathering the interior. He kept his kisses in tune with his steady thrusts. Dust found himself in tears at how good it all felt, the stabs of pleasure almost akin to pain. Dust wondered momentarily if this was the doing of Moon's aura, but he was far from hating it. The fervent touch from Moon was meeting every single physical need. He could feel himself finally becoming undone…
“Moon p-please~ I'm gonna fucking cum…” He cried.
Dust nearly choked on his pleasure as Moon squeezed around him, thinking it impossible for him to get even more tight. Moon hardened his thrusts, even more discharge squirting from his pussy and soaking Dust's dick. Dust quickly wondered if Moon had cum, but the concern was immediately stripped away as he felt pleasure build in his stomach.
“I'm coming! Fuck~” Dust whimpered as he finally busted, his semen filling Moon to the brim.
Moon rode him through it, seemingly calming down from a high of his own, and Dust hoped Moon got as much pleasure out of their act as he did. After a few more numb grinds, Moon pulled himself off of Dust, and pulled his lover into a tender embrace. They shared a chaste kiss as they relished in their afterglow.
“Thank you.” Dust whispered as Moon pulled away.
“Silly, there's no need to thank me. I'm your lover. Someone needed to take care of you.” Moon brushed off. “Let's get you cleaned up. And then we can wait for everyone to get home. I'll make sure they don't go to bed before seeing you first, okay?”
Moon moved to get up, but Dust grabbed his hips. “Wait.”
“Yes, baby?”
“You didn't cum.” Dust finally voiced.
Moon let out a giggled, confusing Dust of a moment. “Oh, sweetheart, I did.” Moon reassured. “Sorry I didn't say anything…you just felt so good I could barely speak…” Moon then looked embarrassed. “I might've cum twice actually…” He admitted.
“Really?”
“Maybe…three times…” his voice got quieter.
“You're pulling my leg.” Dust accused skeptically.
“I'm serious!” Moon defended. He leaned back up to Dust's chest. “Seriously, Dust. I haven't felt that good in a while. Thank you. ” He whispered.
“Gosh…well don't I feel special.” Dust said bashfully, but with a twinge of pride.
“Hey, don't get cocky.” Moon said humorously. “Though…I can't say I wouldn't mind having that cock in me again~”
Dust blushed. “Moon please I'm gonna get horny again.”
“Hehe, sorry.” Moon apologized. He quickly slipped off Dust and stood up before anything kept him there longer.
However Dust couldn't help but think about a round two. He stood up to pick his shorts up from off the floor, feeling self-conscious as magical discharge dripped from his pelvis, and onto the ground.
“Go clean yourself up and handle the mess.” Said Moon. “Then we can swap.”
Dust nodded, shuffling over to Moon's door to head over to the bathroom. But before he could leave, an offer hung in his throat. “Um, Moon?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Are you free tonight?”
Moon smirked. “Why?”
“Can…you meet me in my room after dinner?” Dust asked timidly.
Moon gave a pleased hum. “I will see to it.”