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Gentle and warm. Tanned hands sprinkled with darker freckles, tracing a slow path up the white and golden sleeves of his suit, as if mapping the texture and committing it to memory, as they traveled from his pale blue palms to his covered elbows, and further still to his shoulders. Tracing the shape of the wide popped collar of his uniform, before pausing at the cool feeling of the golden metal that lined the lozenge-shaped pin holding the blue gleaming Soul Jam.
Fingers gently tracing the shape of the metal, and the smooth glide of the backing, before settling over the curves of the Jam itself, tracing the rounded edges and the pointy top with a carefulness that seemed almost reverent. Gentle in a way that almost made him shudder, despite the fact that he couldn't actually feel the touches. A thumb slowly tracing over the black mark in the center of the Soul Jam, shaped like the slitted pupil of a night predator, but static, immobile.
And from there, those freckled hands, so very very warm, travelled up, fingertips gently brushing his blue chin and tracing the shape of his jaw and neck, while the thumbs brushed the lower half of his cheeks, memorizing the feel of his face and skin, before they moved to cradle the sides of his face, holding onto him so tenderly, so lovingly, that he couldn't help but bring his own hands up to rest over them in return, holding them lightly to his face as he leaned his head to the left, pressing his cheek further into the warm palm, and just letting himself enjoy the contact, his pale blue face now flushed a darker blue, even as he allowed himself the luxury of a brief nuzzle, unable to resist the temptation when it was being so willingly offered by his counterpart.
A gesture that, in turn, got him a soft chuckle in response from the blond male holding his face, the sound so very fond and loving, that he couldn't help but smile in response as well. Especially as he felt the other hand moving from his cheek, to the darker curl of hair framing the right side of his face, and backwards still, to card through his blue cosmic hair at the back of his head. Tanned fingers burying themselves into his hair, and massaging at the back of his head and neck, making him shiver lightly and let out a quiet gasp, subconsciously leaning his head back into the feeling, much to his faint embarrassment.
Only for his eyes to flutter open when he felt a brief and velvety soft pressure against his bare cheekbone, followed by another being placed just slightly below it on the center of his cheek, and a third one just shy of the corner of his lips, which made him let out the tiniest of sighs and turn away from the hand towards the new sensation, hoping that he wouldn't have to speak his request aloud, even as he leveled the blond man in front of him with a faintly pleading look, fanged teeth nibbling on his own lower lip in a nervous gesture. A gesture that, while mostly done out of nervousness, he also hoped would look somewhat enticing enough to convince his other half to take the plunge, and kiss him properly, instead of just in innocent pecks on the cheek.
Something that the blond seemed to find amusing, if the little breathless chuckle he gave in response to the look was any indication. This, of course, made the blue skinned scholar shrink into himself a bit, cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he looked away to his left, seemingly getting self conscious and even more nervous, before the freckled hand over his left cheek was turning his face back, just in time to receive a gentle peck to the lips, soft but deliberate, and lingering for three long seconds before the blond healer was pulling back once more to murmur “There's no need to be so nervous or hesitant my love, you are as beautiful as you've ever been, nothing has changed in that matter. My devotion to you is unwavering, and you know I'd never judge you for your desires. Much to the contrary, you are indulging me, are you not my heart?“
The sage blushed even more at that, leaning into the touch and sighing once more as another gentle, feather light kiss, was brushed against his lips. The warmth tingled in a way he couldn't describe. A thought crossed his mind, curious, and he tugged carefully on the golden robes of the other before him, urging him closer. Both gave a gasp when their Soul Jam's brushed against one another, light flaring from the contact as a rush of emotions from one to the other, leaving them both reeling from the warmth that engulfed them from the simple act. Something so intricately tied to them both, something that they shared, a reflection of themselves and of each other.
Sweet adoration and a yearning for closeness; a willingness to give and a desire to take and hold; a feeling of deep unabashed affection and a hesitant but clear hunger for more contact and companionship.
Two completely different sides of the situation, mirrored by the very cookies they belonged to. Matching halves in every way that truly counted, perfectly balanced to one another's needs, as it always was meant to be. The desire to care for, and the need to be wanted; the willingness to hold and the yearning to belong.
Breathing each other's air in the aftermath of the exchange, they looked upon one another in silence, before the Healer's face broke out into a soft smile that was almost as radiant as his own element, even as his voice refused to rise above a murmur full of an unfathomable fondness “Oh, darling... Is that what you've been keeping secret? Out of fear that I would be scared by the depth of your wants, of your need for the companionship and love you were denied for so long?“
A deep flush stretched across blue cheek bones, the other letting out a tiny whine as he buried his face in the other's neck as he shook. He knew there was no point in lying, not when his innermost self was laid bare in such a way nothing could be hidden. The desire to be cared for, loved...something that hadn't been felt by the jester in so long he had forgotten how much he longed for it.
As Blueberry Milk hid his face in the healer's neck, Pure Vanilla wrapped his arms around the sage's back, keeping them close as he placed a gentle kiss to the side of his love's head, the hand buried in the cosmic hair resuming its kneading gestures of before, his voice a soothing murmur "Oh Blue, you can't scare me away, even if you wanted to. I know you too well to let your defenses push me away, especially in what concerns your wants." using the arm he had around the other's back, he pulled their chests flush with one another, letting their Soul Jams touch once more, and inhaling quickly though his nose as he felt the exchange settle into place between them once again, his own feelings of love rising to the forefront in response "Not when they align oh so perfectly with mine, sweetheart."
Lowering his own face, he rested his mouth against the Sage's neck, just under his ear, letting his voice come out in a near purring murmur "You want to be loved and held close, I want to shower you in compliments and make you melt under my touch. You want to know you're loved, and I want to ensure you never forget just how very precious you are to me. There's nothing you can ask for, that I wouldn't be willing to give you Blue. You are my other half, after all."
The voice sent goosebumps that Blueberry Milk felt all over, shuddering at the dual sensation from the murmur and the Soul Jams. A tiny noise escaped him as he shifted, the feedback overwhelming the Scholar Cookie, panting as he clung to the other, trying to regain some semblance of control over himself, only to have it gently taken by the Cookie who held him like one would a priceless, fragile treasure. "Nilla." Nuzzling where the robes met the neck he was held tighter in response, the other humming deep in his chest. He closed his eyes when he felt the other begin to massage his scalp again, shivering at the sensation, his galaxy hair distorting out of his control briefly making him gasp softly to call out to the other. "Vanilla." He blushed brightly, face hot where he had buried it, as a new sound escaped him, a carryover from his Beast hood.
A deep, rumbling noise that made Blueberry Milk's entire chest vibrate softly, making his blond lover's closed eyes open in surprise, not having expected such a thing. But upon feeling the contentment/happiness behind it through their connection, Pure Vanilla couldn't help but grin, his own side alight with pleased vindication, and making him nuzzle the other's neck in return, hand continuing to caress his scalp, while the other hand kneaded gently at the Sage's spine “That's a new sound, but from the feelings behind it, I can't help but feel a little proud.”
"Ngnnn...it's embarrassing...." Melting into the petting the sage refused to look up, a hint of shame flowing through their connection that had Pure Vanilla freeze in concern and worry, that was unable to be quenched and stopped, slowing the purring down completely. Hot tears stung at the sage's eyes as he tried to shrink in on himself, hiding what he was from the pure light of the other. A reminder that he wasn't a Cookie any longer.
For a moment neither moved, and then, a flash of determined refusal flared from Pure Vanilla's side as he pressed his cheek against the former Beast's neck, placing a kiss to his pulse point as he murmured in a tone laced with doubtless conviction “No, it's beautiful. A beautiful part of your being, and one that I intend to bring out again and again, if you let me.” from the Soul Jam connection, Blueberry Milk felt a wave of love and adoration that seemed to permeate through where they were so intimately connected, before spreading through him with an overwhelming warmth that seemed to chase after the freezing chill of his shame, apparently intent on seeing such a feeling snuffed out, as the Healer nibbled at his neck, whispering against the soft gooseflesh “You are not lesser for having different traits from the average cookie. You are not monstrous just because your form was once different.”
Pulling back, he used the hand on Blueberry Milk's hair to gently stroke his jaw, hoping to convince him to come out of hiding so that Pure Vanilla could look at him, not realizing that, on his cheekbones just below his eyes, a second pair of eyes had opened up, looking down at his trembling counterpart with heart shaped pupils, as he murmured “You are a wondrous vision of defiance, and by the Oven, I want to cover your face in kisses until you see yourself as I do.”
Before he could even reply, Blueberry Milk was assaulted with small flashes of memories, all featuring himself, but seen from outside. Him standing proud with his staff in hand and a delighted smile on his face as he explained something to the Cookies of the Kingdom; sitting calmly at a table with his eyes closed and a serene smile on his face, a steaming mug held in his hands; glowering down at a sheet of paper full of writing, clearly exasperated by whatever bit of writing wasn't cooperating; and lastly, facing the source of the memory with a soft, bashful smile on his face, cheeks lightly flushed a dark blue.
Memories that all had an underlying emotion beneath it: pure awe and unabashed love.
Gold and indigo eyes were wide at the sheer level of emotion aimed at him, about him. But nothing more so than the waves of love for every part of him, Beast and all. A gasp escaped when he realized the new pair of eyes on the other staring at him, their pupils little hearts that pulsed in time with his thundering heartbeat. Unknown to himself a new eye opened that had Pure Vanilla smile, right in the middle of his forehead where his mark was, a heart shape pupil in the middle of a pale gold eye the same colors as the robes his love always wore.
A hand rose up to cradle the warm cheek, thumbing very carefully under the half lidded new eye before he leaned up, covering the healer's lips with his own, a deep yet soft purr vibrating their Soul Jams causing him to keen. The renewed connection surged with need, a tear rolling down from the force of it. Of wanting to be by the other's side forever, of him keeping his promises, his own memories shining through from both his imprisonment and more recent. Pure Vanilla gazing over his Kingdom with fondness, ruffling Gingerbrave's hair after being rescued...and one of Pure Vanilla, power rolling off him in waves of golden light tinged with deep hued blue as he stood before him, protecting him from harm.
A kiss that was returned with full confidence, especially at the flashes of love and gratitude behind the memories, only for Pure Vanilla to then gasp into their kiss when he felt the determination and acceptance attached to the promises they made to one another. The realization that Blueberry Milk was willing to let himself hope for that reality without Pure Vanilla having to keep coaxing him to do so, now lit a fire within his chest that he couldn't put out or suppress even if he'd tried to.
With a throaty groan of his own, he used his hands to nearly claw at his lover's form, pulling his body flush against him as he kissed him with a renewed fervor, sucking lightly on the Sage's lower lip and nibbling on it lightly, before he pulled his face back just a couple inches so that he could look at him, his gaze set squarely on the flushed face in front of him, staring back with a dazed look of faint surprise, the deep purr never abating. And seeing the blissed out look on his third eye (and beyond certain that his own were no different), he murmured to him in a panting voice “Stars above and Earthbread below, you're perfect. My perfect half, my greatest treasure, my most beloved soulmate, do you have any idea how tempting of a vision you are when you're passionate about something? Do you realize how brightly you shine when you're truly happy? How your entire countenance lights up with glee when you're doing something you love?”
Hands leaving the Sage's body, they rose instead to cradle his face, as Pure Vanilla pressed a few more chaste kisses to his blue lips, before pulling back once more, forcing his voice to be more level and soft, as he continued in a loving whisper “My beautiful, wonderful, precious love, you have absolutely no idea of the power you have over me. No idea of just how badly I wish to fulfill your every whim and desire, should you let me.” though even as he said it, their Soul jam connection betrayed his true state and thoughts, revealing a deep set possessiveness and his desire to take the Sage apart with his lips, hands and teeth, until he was nothing more than a puddle of shivering, love-drunk Cookie in his arms or whatever other surface he could get him against, he wasn't picky.
Through it all, Blueberry Milk struggled to keep his breathing leveled and his mind focused, the hungry kiss having captured a great deal of his attention, and the words that followed it making him shudder with a maelstrom of feelings, all centered on the Healer in his arms. The softer kisses and whispered promise were almost like a soothing balm after such an exchange, but as he focused on the connection between them, and the feelings and envisioned sight that the other was deliberately keeping back, he couldn't keep back the whimpering whine that clawed at his throat, nor could he stop himself from wrapping his arms around Pure Vanilla's shoulders, a hand burying itself in the long blonde hair, and the other clutching desperately at Pure Vanilla's shoulder as he struggled with his suddenly shaky legs.
And in response, almost as if he'd been anticipating it, one of Pure Vanilla's hands left his face, to instead wrap an arm around his lower back and pull his body to him, his strong arm keeping him from falling, in much the same way it had, back when they'd first come to the Kingdom following his return to his Sage form. Except that while still being careful, this time there was a real undercurrent of charged tension that hadn't been present back then. A tension that promised far more than just a bit of help with keeping him upright.
And as Blueberry Milk let himself slump against Pure Vanilla's body, letting the former King support his weight, he couldn't help but think back on the other's actions and words, and what they meant for him, for them both. Because if he was honest with himself, he still felt like this was too good to be true. Because how could this wonderful, patient man, a king of his people, a hero to all, and compassionate to a fault, desire him in such a fervent manner? How could he look back at him with such love and hunger in his gaze, and yet, stay his hands and his own wants so readily, just to ensure he didn't impose his own will over Blueberry Milk's own wants?
Even now, with love and desire burning in his yellow and sky blue eyes, with hunger and yearning reflected in the heart-shaped pupils of the golden eyes on his cheeks, he kept his arms steady and the hand on his face gentle, neither straying beyond their places, despite both of them knowing the urge was there.
And that? The show of respect and restraint even in the face of his own burning wants? The willingness to follow Blueberry's decision, despite his desires to touch, kiss and tease?
It was the last confirmation he needed to let himself give in to the curiosity burning within him. With a noise of pure yearning, he used the hand on Pure Vanilla's hair to push his head forward, and lock their lips together once more, this time indulging in his own exploration, by catching the healer's plump lower lip between his own and sucking lightly in much the same way the other had done, the purr within his chest deepening when he felt the lips between his responding, only to unintentionally let go of Pure Vanilla's lip when he felt the other's tongue swipe over his top lip, as if wanting to taste it.
And that simple little gesture had no right to feel as sensual as it did. Though soon, his thoughts were scattering, as he felt that sinfully warm tongue flicker over his lips once more, before it was slipping past them and invading his mouth, carrying the sweet, unmistakable taste of vanilla with it. A taste that spread over his taste buds, and made him crave more as he began to respond with his own forked tongue, much to the Healer's surprise, having forgotten that specific peculiarity of the Sage's mouth.
On Pure Vanilla's side, he found all four of his eyes closing as he licked over the other's mouth, drinking in the taste of tart blueberry and fresh cream over his tongue, a combination that he was sure he'd never get tired of, even years down the line when it wasn't such a heady novelty to his senses. And that tongue, sinuous and writhing as it played with his own, the forked tip tickling his own lips as it curled around his, searching for more of his taste just as intensely as he himself was, both of them impossibly hungry for the other's flavor, but neither quite willing to part from their dance.
Not until Pure Vanilla pulled his tongue away from their makeshift battle, in favor of running it over his lover's teeth, originally out of a desire to give them both a break, but then out of fascination, when he felt the tip of the other's sharp canines over the flat of his tongue. Canines that, as he'd noticed before, were far longer than the average cookie's teeth, just shy of being called outright fangs, but just as alluring as ever. All the more so when revealed by a sassy smirk, or a wide, unrepentant grin. Small fangs that had, admittedly, been featured often in both his daydreams and his private moments, most often in heated thoughts like these yes, though not always.
And now that he got to actually feel them? Smooth in texture, but with a sharpness that promised to leave a lasting mark should they be allowed to bite down on his dough? The mere thought had him groaning deep in his throat and pulling back from the kiss with a gasp, the pair of eyes on his cheek reopening to gaze at his lover and see how he was faring.
And the sight he was greeted with? Nearly made him break out into a satisfied purr of his own, despite the fact he wasn't physically capable of it. Because staring back at him, were half lidded eyes glazed over with hazy lust, cheeks completely covered from ear to ear in the dark blue color of the jam running through his dough. Lips, once soft and the same pale blue as his skin, were now darker and puffy with the attention they'd been lavished in during their kiss, nearly bruised and no doubt sensitive to each breath that brushed over them. And that damn sinful tongue, still mostly within his mouth, but with the forked tips just barely resting over his lower lip, as if forgotten in the aftermath of the passion it was subjected to.
Even through the Soul Jam, his other half was mostly silent, overwhelmed with the feelings Pure Vanilla had stirred in him, higher thoughts having slowly begun to get swallowed up in the storm of physical sensation that the blond had led him through, mind now pleasantly fuzzy with the echoes of his touch, and the sweet taste lingering on his tongue.
This, Pure Vanilla decided, was now one of his new favorite expressions to ever see on his soulmate's face. Second only to the genuine grin of happiness that he'd given him, when he'd told Blue that he loved him with his whole heart.
His beloved reduced to a happy, contented puddle in his hold, so very trusting and soft.
And to think, all of this was because of a long, drawn out kiss. Sure, a kiss full of passion and hunger, but a kiss all the same.
He hadn't even gotten to lavish kisses on the pale neck beneath him, no chance to run his fingers over that slender torso and feel the dough rising and falling with every labored breath, no opportunity at all to grab onto those deliciously plush thighs and kiss every inch of them he could reach.
He'd barely gotten started, and already, his starlight was struggling to focus on anything beyond his touch.
The realization settled deep within his chest with a satisfaction that burned his insides like lava, fueling his pride like a greedy dragon looking upon its horde.
When he spoke, his voice was naught but silk and heat, curling sweetly like smoke around his lover's senses "Are you alright sweetheart? Was that too much at once?"
Oh how that voice caused his toes to curl normally, only barely penetrated the fog that had engulfed his brain. Every sense was hyper focused on the Cookie that held him. His velvety voice, promising something though he didn't know what. His touch lit a fire that burned as they trailed alongside his head and jaw as he was held. His taste thick on his tongue, a flavor he would become addicted to like a flower to the sun. The scent of vanilla and something more from the healer, lulling him to a haze he never wanted to rise from. And when he opened his eyes, seeing the loving, desire, predatory gaze locked onto his he could only shudder and keen, hyper aware of how close they were. Licking his lips, chasing the taste of his soulmate as he tried to look up, to respond to his lover.
Seeing the haze in his lover's eyes lift momentarily, watching as all three eyes focused on him for a moment, before the most wonderful needy keen slipped past those kiss-bruised lips, was like a gift all on its own. And the quick, absentminded lick of that forked tongue that followed, was like a beacon, drawing him in with a promise of the sweetest nectar, a reward for his diligent effort in working his lover up.
A call that he heeded, pressing his lips back to his lover's mouth and then opening them, curling his tongue over the forked muscle, and gently drawing it into his own mouth, before lightly dragging his own blunt teeth over it in a graze that had Blueberry Milk shuddering a second time, and his tongue flicking in subconscious response, the hand on Pure Vanilla's hair clenching slightly, and making the man in question hum appreciatively, his tongue playfully flicking against the longer, forked one.
For a few more moments they remained that way, before he pulled away once more, and moved his hand from Blueberry Milk's face to the side of his neck, fingers curling over the slender flesh of the back of the scholar's neck, and thumb brushing the line of his jaw, before pushing up, as Pure Vanilla leaned his face down, brushing his lips against the other's quivering Adam's apple, and smiling at the quick inhale it earned him "Much as I'm thoroughly enjoying your taste, I think I ought to take us somewhere more comfortable, if we are to move further than this love."
As he said it, he buried his face in the other's neck, and breathed in deeply, while letting the arm around Blueberry Milk's lower back descend further to rest over his thighs, his voice soft "Can you be good for me and let me lift your legs up to my waist so I can carry you? We wouldn't want you to fall and hurt yourself when you're feeling so nice, now would we sweetheart?"
The whimper he got in response made him pause, about to pull his head back to check on the other, but the weak tightening of the arms wrapped around his shoulders and the hazy feelings of agreement and need he could feel from where their Soul Jams touched, made him stay in place, mouth curling into a pleased smile as he pressed a kiss to that lean, unmarred neck, letting his hand move down, to rest on his lover's other thigh, right below his ass “That's it love, so good for me, my precious starlight.”
Bending his knees and back a bit, he placed his hands securely behind his lover's thighs, and with a swift upward movement, lifted him to his torso, using one of his forearms to help support Blueberry Milk's backside, while the other guided his legs to wrap around his waist, before returning to his lower back to keep him from falling backwards. Like this, his flushed lover's body was now slightly higher up than himself, allowing him to be at the perfect height to nuzzle and kiss the delicate skin of his beloved's throat without having to bend his neck down.
And as he began to nuzzle and nibble on that beautiful expanse of throat, he gathered his magic and teleported them both to Blueberry Milk's room in the Spire, not wanting to risk any interruptions to their time together, especially when his soulmate was in such a delicate mental state. No, his lover's sweet submission to his touches, this wonderful vulnerable sight he was currently witnessing, was for him and him alone, and he would keep it that way, no matter what.
With the familiarity born of many days spent talking about a variety of different matters in this very room, Pure Vanilla walked over to the queen sized bed draped in silk sheets, and carefully climbed onto it with his knees, before oh so gently depositing his beloved among the fluffy pillows at the head, letting him be supported by them, while moving his hands away from Blueberry Milk's bottom and back, and over to his shoulders and face, caressing them as he pulled back to look at his soulmate “There we go my love, isn't this so much more comfortable? Now you can lay back comfortably, and just enjoy yourself while I work on taking care of you as you deserve.”
The answer he got wasn't verbal, but it was very telling all the same, the three half lidded eyes staring at him with hazy adoration and a silent plea, that he only understood because it was followed by a few half formed ideas through the Soul Jam. The yearning for more touch, the press of heated lips against skin, and the feeling of hands roaming over flesh.
And in the face of such a good attempt at communicating his wants given the fog of desire clouding the connection between them, how could Pure Vanilla even think of denying his lover what he wanted? So he leaned down, and pressed a deliberately chaste kiss to the blue throat beneath him, while his hands roamed down shoulders and chest, then to stomach and waist, before oh so gently slipping under the white and gold shirt of the Sage's uniform, fingers tracing slow languid lines up as they traced the skin hidden below, from soft belly to lean chest, then outwards as Pure Vanilla spread his palms over Blueberry Milk's pectorals, his heated palms in stark contrast to the almost cool temperature of his lover's body, and only reinforcing the temperature difference for the poor helpless scholar, who couldn't help but whimper and arch his back up, as if seeking more of that very warmth that was so characteristic of the healer and his element.
A sight that made the healer chuckle against his neck, before he latched his mouth to the front of Blueberry Milk's throat, and began to gently suck as he rubbed his palms deliberately slowly over his lover's skin, thumbs rubbing little circles and kneading at his dough with a gentleness that was pure indulgence, letting himself explore his beloved's torso as he added small hickeys to the neck below him, delighting in the panting breaths and quiet whines escaping past those kiss-bruised lips, as well as the feeling of hands weakly grabbing at his head and hair and keeping both in place, as if urging him to keep kissing. Something that he was only too happy to do, his own warm panting breaths fanning across the spit slick dough, as he continued his ministrations, fully content with just indulging in that small act for the moment.
That was, until his beloved began to squirm lightly in place, blue hands tugging weakly at his hair, and making him look up, to see Blueberry Milk staring at him with teary eyes and his lower lip caught by his upper fangs, droplets of blue jam beading up where the sharp tips rested. And upon realizing that he finally had Pure Vanilla's attention, the hands began to tug his head upwards again, trying to bring him close, his voice a thin, whiny call barely heard above the loud rumbles of his purr "Niiils."
And oh, how the weakened attempt at his nickname made the blond burn with want.
So he did what the other clearly wanted him to: he let his head be maneuvered however his darling pleased, which ended with his mouth pressed to his lover's own once more, the forked tongue coming out to lick into his mouth again, though unlike before, the subtle tart blueberry and sweet cream flavor was now much stronger, which he would come to learn was due to the traces of jam that had flowed from the tiny scratches caused by the other's fangs on his own lip.
Finally having the other where he wanted, getting to taste him again Blueberry shuddered in relief, content for the moment. He opened his eyes when did he close them when Pure Vanilla pulled away, hot breath panting over his chilled face. A golden curtain engulfed him all around, the healer's hair fanning over his shoulders and head, blocking him from the world. A subtle reminder that he was his and his alone.
The thought alone had him keen once more, purr stuttering from the over stimulation of his senses as he tried to reach up, arms feeling like jellies, wanting to try to give back all that Pure Vanilla was giving him.
At the attempted gesture, the yellow and sky blue eyes looking back at him seemed to soften, and the hands over his chest moved away, to instead settle loosely over his wrists, helping to bring them up to the blond's face, before his hands were turned, and the healer pressed a kiss to both his palms, followed by holding one of the hands against his cheek, just below one of the golden glowing eyes staring at him with fondness, while the other was lifted further upwards, to press a kiss to the inner side of his wrist, then a tiny lick, and finally the smallest of nips, voice low and gentle
"Such a beautiful sight you are my love, looking so soft and content under my attention. You're doing so very well, being so patient with me, letting me enjoy you so candidly." mouthing at the skin of the other's wrist, he sucked lightly there, before letting go of the suction with a quiet pop, his mouth curling into a pleased smirk "Such a lovely vision, and only for me to see. Truly, I am the luckiest cookie in all of Earthbread, to have such a feast for the eyes and the senses at my disposal."
Impossibly his blush grew darker at the praise, near matching his Jester costume. A soft whine, near pathetic sounding, escaped him as he swallowed, running cool fingers over a hot face, their tips feeling like he was playing with fire or that fire was playing with him.
A faint blip from their Soul Jam connection crossed over when he had done that, Pure Vanilla's gaze locked onto his mouth. Dimly through the haze, he recalled the other's attention, almost lavishly so, to his fangs, something he had been self conscious about another way he was different, a Beast, to other Cookies, but Pure Vanilla was reverent in his attention to them.
A tiny ache began to form in his mouth, his fangs, a want, a desire, a need...
And with the way he was being stared at, the way the Healer's eyes seemed to somehow go darker when he tentatively ran his forked tongue over one of his fangs in at attempt to soothe the odd feeling...
Even in his lust addled mind, the connections were slowly but surely forming, so as a test, he experimentally opened his mouth, careful to keep his forked tongue in, and then closed it with a deliberate little snap of his jaw, making sure to keep his lips slightly pulled back to leave his teeth visible. And oh, it was so worth it, if only for the fact that he got to see his blond lover swallowing roughly and subconsciously lean forward, the hold on his hand and forearm seeming to tighten imperceptibly with Pure Vanilla's lack of attention.
And just then, he couldn't help the little smile that pulled at his lips at the realization, nor the way the fog in his mind seemed to retract just the tiniest bit, letting him focus just enough to use the hand on Pure Vanilla's face to grab a handful of his hair and tug lightly, his voice trembling slightly with the force of his purr, as he made sure to let his tongue curl around his teeth with each syllable of the nickname he spoke with a smile "Ni-lla. My Ni-lla~"
The next thing he knew, his cheek was resting against a warm, freckled neck, and his lover's voice was rumbling with a groan near his ear "Stars above, you're driving me crazy Blue."