Every End Has A Beginning

The small hallway was slim and with all Pure Vanilla's robes it made it much more difficult and to no surprise he still felt himself only grow less restrained. His pupils dilated at the thought of finally seeing the other inter old habitat and maybe get to talk or stroke their head while they unload all their stress. His member twitching at the thought was to no surprise as he had become used to the sensation whenever picturing the blue cookie in is mind.

Judgment of time was now only a barrier to him from Shadow Milk and the room he was in and he was prepared to dismantle what was ever in his way. At the end was a door and in swirly cursive was the name carved onto birch wooden name plate that only concluded his suspicions. 

'Blueberry Yogurt Cookie'

He was right.

Shadow Milk was in fact Blueberry Yogurt Cookie but was also the original founder of the most popular and highly educated academia. The sense of his soul jam was unmistakable by the strong pull now practically dragging him towards the door. 

His hands were slightly shaking at the nerves of seeing the other's old room and what it looked like compared to his chaotic aesthetic at the moment. As he slowly creaked the door open he was engulfed with the sent of the other, it felt wonderful, he has never felt more out of place but soon he would make himself known to be in perfect place. The walls were a baby blue with bookshelves crawling to the top of the ceiling covering some of the magical ceiling. It was a moving tapestry of stars and planets as they moved from one side to the other and some exploding, but was silent.

Other than the figure on the bed chest slowly rising and falling, and oh how he looked so delectable. The once tight fit jester suit was cast away as Shadow Milk lay in the principal uniform and hat. Pure Vanilla had barely stepped in and already could tell that the pre cum was dripping down from his rock hard member. 

A deep flush was creeping over his features as the sleeping other was oblivious to his out burst and had no care to worry about until he woke up. Pure Vanilla felt suffocated by pleasure as he slowly stepped towards the bed and felt the soft carpet bellow his feet. His clothes felt hot and sticky from the surreal feeling as his senses became more and more blocked by the pleasure. Physically shaking he sat down on the edge of the queen sized bed watching the other, starring them like they were a meal he wanted to devour. 

*He looks so delicious I want to feel him inside and out by the soft hair and smooth skin I want to mark it with deep purples and taste his jam. It will definitely taste sweet and delectable by how cute he looks when asleep, I could leave my marks all over his neck. To show he is mine, yes mine, no one will take him away from me now.*

Pure Vanilla cautiously inched his hand closer to the other grasping at the soft fabric compared to the other outfit. He preferred him like this it made the other look immaculate by how the robes brought out his tiny waste perfectly. The tailor knew what they were doing if Shadow Milk had even got tailored know him he probably made it himself by his brilliant arts and craft skills. 

The other hadn't noticed the company yet which was perfect. Now while they were asleep he could make sure the other wouldn't run away this time and by how tired they must be he will have a completely higher advantage. He caressed the other's face feeling their cheek bones and jaw, they had no wrinkles despite the years of life he was just as fresh as he had been firstly baked. The blonde pressed his head against the other's forehead, Shadow Milk's eyelashes were so long he could feel them tickle against his face.

His feline features reminded him of a feline by the fangs peeking out of his plump lips, what he would do to them if they could just try and become friends and hopefully more. He would swirl his tongue around them, suck on them like they were the most delicious dish he had ever had. 

Now fully arched over the other he could feel their pants grow tighter by the second of seeing the submissive state of the other. It was wrong and he knew that he just couldn't help himself, pressing himself of the other was risky but definitely worth it.  

He could really smell the faint scent of blueberry and some other calming material, just by laying  practically on top of them he could tell that they were skinny by how he could feel the ribcage. Pure Vanilla dug his face into the space next to their neck to really be skin to skin now fully deep in pleasure. Even if the other woke they would not be able to move or teleport without motioning himself and stopping them. 

It was not something he was the most proud of but still was better than letting the other die somewhere on beast yeast. at least that was what he was telling himself...

Tired from the long day of looking his future love, he could feel himself begin to lose consciousness by the second. But it wasn't a bad thing because he had now found his other half and could feel their soul jam glow against his symbolizing that they were not pushing him away in that case at least. Wrapping his arms around the surprisingly smaller body was shocking.

*I knew he was shorter than me but not this small compared, he must use his magic to make himself seem bigger than he actually is. Because whenever I think back to with him as Truthless Recluse we were around the same height but now there is a visible difference. Oh well all questions to ask when he wakes up...*