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Shadow Milk Cookie’s has a detachable head. How did Pure Vanilla Cookie know this? Well, one early morning when he opened his closet to get dressed, there was his head on top of his robes. He felt his heart plummet down to his feet and felt a cold tingle in his shoulders. He slowly raised his hand to cradle his cheek; to both confirm that it was Shadow Milk’s head and that he was not actually dreaming.

“Shadow Milk?” Pure Vanilla asked quietly, feeling his cold dough against his hand.

Shadow Milk’s eyes were closed, and just as Pure Vanilla brushed his closed lid with his thumb did Pure Vanilla hear a large thump from behind him.

Pure Vanilla yelped loudly as arms wrapped around his waist, and suddenly Shadow Milk’s eyes (the ones in his face and hair) snapped open. He grinned mischievously up at him and crackled with cruel delight.

“Oh Nilly!” He exclaimed. “The look on your face is priceless!”

By this point, all the color had drained from Pure Vanilla dough as he sagged back against (what he hoped) Shadow Milk’s headless body.

“Was this truly necessary?” he questioned nervously.

Shadow Milk giggled as his body unwound itself from Pure Vanilla and leaned into the closet to retrieve its head. When he plopped it back onto his neck, it made click sound and he screwed his head around before finally settling it back on right. His grin was dopey, but his eyes were still cruel.

“I just thought,” he began before readjusting his head again. “That you could do with a nice surprise! I just know the rest of you day is going to be boring and dull as it is any other day, so I wanted to add a little flair to it.”

Pure Vanilla’s shoulders loosened, and he sighed tiredly. “My love, you know I don’t appreciate this casual cruelty. I genuinely thought you might have been in danger.”

Shadow Milk huffed and began to float off the ground. He lifted himself just enough that he was above Pure Vanilla’s face to look down at him. “Like I’d need any help from a half-penny like you,” he grumbled, arms crossed.

“Shadow Milk Cookie…” Pure Vanilla stressed.

“What?! It was just a little harmless joke! No harm no foul!” Shadow Milk exclaimed.

Pure Vanilla eased the closet door open wider and grabbed his robes for the day. “That may be, but you must understand from where I’m coming from, seeing you severed head in my closet it quite worrying, especially so early in the morning. I would have expected it later in the afternoon when I’d be the most off guard.”

Shadow Milk plastered himself against Pure Vanilla’s back, his claws gripping his shoulder tightly. “Whaaaaaaat? Are you criticizing my performance?”

Pure Vanilla covered his face with his soft robes, mostly to cover up the teasing smile growing on his face. “Of course not, love. Your performance as a corpse was riveting; I just think it may have worked better at another time.”

The beast whined pathetically and kicked their feet up in the air. “Nilly! You can’t be nice to me after everything I just did!”

Pure Vanilla moved towards his desk where his hat lay. He’d meant to put it back in the closet, but he’d been too tired after administration duties to bother. “Ah, however will you live?”

Shadow Milk grumbled and floated towards their bedroom door. “I’m leaving you! For good this time!”

“I’ll see you for lunch, then?”

“…only if there are pretzels.”

“Of course, my love.”

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After that morning, Shadow Milk Cookie popped his head off as he pleased. Sometimes he’d hide it for Pure Vanilla to find or would add it in when he was juggling boredly. It was the consistent click that intrigued Pure Vanilla.

It would be one thing for his head to come off by magic; this, however, was a physical trait. The frills around his neck kept it covered, but Pure Vanilla knew of the scarring underneath it. It spanned the entire circumference of his neck and was cut jaggedly as if someone hesitated before detaching his head.

In their bed, Shadow Milk would wear a thick, long gown to keep himself fully covered. “I get cold,” he’d explained once. Pure Vanilla made sure to hold him close on colder nights since then, which Shadow Milk begrudgingly appreciated.

Now Pure Vanilla wonders if there was something more to his want to remain covered. At of his outfits kept his covered, too. His dress as Lady Azure kept him covered head to toe; he wore long, detailed cloaks as the Grandmother and Wise Professor; his jester outfit, while skintight and left little to be imagined, kept him perfectly concealed.

It was well and truly not his business to know. If Shadow Milk wanted to dress modestly, then so be it. It was the least of Pure Vanilla’s worries as to what the beast decided to wear; but he was curious.

One night, as the two prepared for bed, Pure Vanilla raised the topic. “My love, there is something I would like to ask.”

Shadow Milk snorted and flopped back onto the bed. He was in his nightgown again, though Pure Vanilla noticed the new embroidered details on the sleeves of it. “You shy to ask? Is it something scandalous?” He teased.

Pure Vanilla floundered and sat on the edge of the bed away from Shadow Milk. He placed his hands in his lap and stared down at their cream-carpeted floor. “You don’t have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable…”

Shadow Milk huffed. “Pl-ease, I doubt you will. Just say it or I’ll start growing grey hairs over here.”

“W-well,” he hesitated. “Why do…cover yourself, so thoroughly?”

It seemed Shadow Milk wasn’t expecting the question when they choked on his next breath. Pure Vanilla whipped around quickly and grabbed his hand. “Are you alright?” he asked.

Shadow Milk cleared their throat, sitting back up the bed. He looked at Pure Vanilla quizzically, both confused and intrigued. “What kind of a question is that?”

Pure Vanilla rubbed the back of his neck and looked away from him. “A-ah, I was just curious, is all. You see, I’ve noticed that your head sort of, clicks? Into place whenever you put it back, and wondered…well, could the rest of you do that?”

The bedroom was painfully quiet for Pure Vanilla’s taste. It was tense, and the lack of response from Shadow Milk made him anxious. “I seemed to have overstepped…forgive me, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

Another moment passed before Shadow Milk snorted, laughing wildly and clutching his stomach. Pure Vanilla frowned and watched as he laughed, and laughed, and laughed at his nervous expression.

“That’s what you were curious about?!” Shadow Milk exclaimed. “Oh, you little pervert!”

“W-wait, that’s not-“

“Hah! I knew that innocent facade was just that, a lie.” He crackled happily.

Pure Vanilla huffed and turned fully away from him. “Well, if I’m just going to be mocked then I shall take my leave.”

Shadow Milk laughed. “Oh no, no, no! Now wait just a moment, doll face! I never said I wouldn’t tell you! You just caught me by surprise!”

Pure Vanilla’s eyes widened at the sound of fabric shifting behind him and at the giggles of his dear beast. “All you had to do,” Shadow Milk murmured, low and tempting. “Was ask nicely~.”

Shadow Milk’s nightgown was thrown over Pure Vanilla’s head and landed at his feet. A dark blush grew on his cheeks as Shadow Milk clicked his tongue. “Well, are you going to have a look or not?”

Pure Vanilla swallowed dryly and slowly turned around, buzzing with nerves and a warm, fluttery feeling in his stomach. On the middle of their bed, Shadow Milk sat with his legs tucked under himself and completely nude. His smile crinkled at the edges, and the eyes in his hair pinned Pure Vanilla in place. Hearts. Their pupils were hearts.

Pure Vanilla’s heart began to race, and Shadow Milk raised their hand slowly. They curled a finger, a come hither and Pure Vanilla nervously crawled closer. His palms tentatively grabbed his hips and gave it a light squeeze. Shadow Milk hummed contently, and Pure Vanilla took in his form curiously.

Doll joints. He had doll joints; ball joints on his shoulders, arms, hips, and legs. Pure Vanilla dug his nails into the ones on his hips and Shadow Milk purred into his ear. His breath hitched when Pure Vanilla’s hands drifted higher up his torso, tracing the scarring under his chest and the prominent ribs against his dough. Shadow Milk felt his hands hesitate as they neared his collarbone.

“My love,” Pure Vanilla whispered, “Why is there a lock here?”

Shadow Milk glanced down his chest and clicked his tongue. There, high up his collarbone, was in fact a lock. Perfectly shaped and surrounded by old, desperate claw marks. “Its from my days are the Fount,” he explained. “Safety measures.”

“Safety measures?” Pure Vanilla questioned?

“Mhm. Failed spectacularly. All you need is a spell to undo your entire existence and bam! You bypass their systems and become this,” Shadow Milk said was hints of pride.

Pure Vanilla’s brows furrowed and spread his palm on his chest. With an arm wrapped around Shadow Milk’s waist, he laid his beast on the bed and adjusted to sit between his legs. His palm shifted down his thigh, teasing the joint of his knee before lifting it onto his shoulder. He kissed his inner thigh, and Shadow Milk flinched.

He looked down at his dear beast, spread out just for him, and looked at him adoringly. “Is this alright, my love?”

Shadow Milk huffed and looked to the side, a hint of blush dusting his cheeks and the tips of his pointed ears. “Yeah, yeah! Keep going if you want.”

Pure Vanilla hummed. “I’ll only continue if you’ll let me, blue bird.”

He kissed his thigh again, lower, and Shadow Milk sighed. “Will you let me, my dead?”

Shadow Milk covered his eyes with his arms, but the eyes in his hair looked at him expectantly. “Keep going, you old fool.”

Pure Vanilla leaned forward and captured his lips in a deep kiss. Shadow wrapped his arms around his neck and sighed into the kiss. When Pure Vanilla pulled back, he kissed the marking over his eye. “Thank you, my love, for letting me know you.”

Shadow Milk scoffed and looked away. “Yeah, just get on with it.”

Pure Vanilla stared at the keyhole for a moment before brushing his fingers around it. Shadow Milk shivered but didn’t stop him when he pushed them in. It was shockingly cold inside the hole, and oddly moist. He watched as Shadow Milk arched off the bed and tightened his arms around his neck.

Curiously, Pure Vanilla dragged his finger down the keyhole and tugged at the bottom of it. Shadow Milk gasped and bucked his hips into Pure Vanilla’s. The healer groaned quietly and thrusted his fingers in sharply. Shadow Milk cried out and tugged at the back of his robes. Pure Vanilla leaned down and kissed his cheek.

“Shh, my love. Just feel,” he whispered, thrusting his fingers deeper into the hole.

Shadow Milk bit his lip to muffle his moans as Pure Vanilla touched something wet deep inside him. When he pulled his fingers out, Pure Vanilla found them covered in jam; a sweet aroma of blueberries spread throughout the room and was intoxicating. He hesitated before licking the jam off them; both sweet and tart, Pure Vanilla hummed at the taste.

Below him, Shadow Milk huffed and pulled at the healer’s hair. The healer winced and looked down to find Shadow Milk pouting. “Ah- Sorry, love. I got a bit distracted,” he apologized sheepishly.

Shadow Milk grumbled. “That isn’t everything you wanted to do, was it?”

Pure Vanilla lifted Shadow Milk’s arms off his neck and kissed the wrist of one. “No, no. I wanted to try something else, as well. Only if you let me, of course.”

Shadow Milk rolled his eyes. “Since this hasn’t bored me yet, I guess I will.”

Pure Vanilla kissed his forehead and placed a hand against his neck. He felt as Shadow Milk tensed against his palm, and he carefully thumbed at the scarring there.

“Trust me?” he asked softly

Shadow Milk’s breath shuddered, and he closed his eyes. “F-fine.”

Pure Vanilla kissed him again and mumbled against them. “Tell me if I should stop.”

He dug his thumb first into the scar carefully, probing at it curiously before pushing in. Shadow Milk moaned as the scar gave way. Instead of gushing with jam, a path leading down his torso opened before Pure Vanilla. Gently, he opened the wound wider and gasped at the eyes below his lover’s dough.

His hand dipped in, and Shadow Milk cried out as he rolled the eyes in his hand. Pure Vanilla watched as his once pristine white sleeve become stained with violet jam, the jam of his dear beast. Shadow Milk panted and gripped his shoulders tightly, grinning viscously.

“Eager, aren’t we?” he spat.

Pure Vanilla gulped and trailed his hand down, further down his torso towards his stomach. Shadow Milk threw his head back when he squeezed the eyes lightly. They squelched in his palm and his hair lashed out, wrapping around their head board and travelling up the columns of their bed. They wound themselves tightly, grounding Shadow Milk as he bucked his hips into Pure Vanilla’s.

Pure Vanilla leaned down to kiss at the keyhole, making Shadow Milk mewl and pull his hair again. Pure Vanilla moaned against his chest and wrapped his fingers around a tangled bunch of eyes at his waist. He thrust his tongue into the keyhole at the exact moment he tugged harshly at the bunch.

Shadow Milk screamed, his voice broken and desperate. He began to babble, his voice distorting at the edges. “P-pure Vanilla!” He screamed. “There! There! There! Don’t…don’t stop!” he cried loudly.

The jam from his keyhole was addicting; it coated his tongue in its sweetness, and he bit at the edges, begging for more. Shadow Milk sobbed and tightly wrapped his legs around his waist. He pushed the healer’s head down, encouraging him to take what he wanted.

Shadow Milk’s body was beginning to unravel. When his joints came together began to leak corruption; the inky eyes that Pure Vanilla gripped tightly stared at him as they soaked into their bed. The wound he’d open expanded on its own and pulled his arm deeper inside. It wrapped around his arm, pulling at him desperately. Pure Vanilla looked at Shadow Milk’s face and gasped.

His dear beast’s face was completely blissed out. His tongue lolled out his mouth as he panted, and his blush spread across his cheeks and down his neck. His eyes – oh his eyes. They were filled to the brim with hearts, pure pleasure shining through that made him whimper.

Pure Vanilla’s other hand, left unoccupied this entire time, passed the wound he’d created and reached in between Shadow Milk’s legs. He was soaking, soppy wet with arousal and Pure Vanilla groaned. If this had been another time, then he would have gladly lapped up his juices. Now, however, he focused on pinching his beast’s clit and teasing his entrance.

Shadow Milk bucked in his hand, on another level of euphoria and desperate to release. Pure Vanilla kissed at his neck and whispered praises.

“So good for me,” he murmured sweetly, “So perfect. Oh, blue bird, come for me. Come for me.”

Shadow Milk bucked his hips into his hand and cried out. His cunt fluttered and tightened around nothing, but that didn’t matter. His back arched off the bed and the corruption wrapped around Pure Vanilla’s arm tightened painfully so. Pure Vanilla groaned and played with his clit through the afterglow.

Shadow Milk panted hoarsely, and Pure Vanilla pulled his arm out of his stomach once the corruption released him. His entire arm was covered in bright jam, but that wasn’t his focus. Quickly, he cupped Shadow Milk’s cheeks and angled him towards him.

“My love are you with me?” he asked quickly.

Shadow Milk only groaned, still too blissed to respond. The wound began to close itself back up, though the corruption that seeped out his joints stained their sheets stubbornly. Pure Vanilla pat his cheek gently, peppering his face with kisses to draw Shadow Milk back to him.

“Come back to me, blue bird. I need you here with me, okay?”

Shadow Milk whined and his hair tiredly fell back to their bed. The eyes there were tired, and most struggled to remain open. Finally, after a minute of Pure Vanilla worrying, Shadow Milk looked at him with some resemblance of coherence.

“Oh,” he mumbled hoarsely, “You are a freak.”

Pure Vanilla stuttered, coughing into his arm but not disagreeing. “T-there you are. I was worried I’d push you too far, my dear. Are you alright?”

Shadow Milk nuzzled his palm and lazily kissed it. “Never better,” he said tiredly.

Carefully, Pure Vanilla maneuvered his arms under Shadow Milk and lifted him off the jam and corruption-stained bed. Shadow Milk whined at being moved but cuddled into the healer’s chest. Pure Vanilla swiftly entered the connected bathroom to their room and set Shadow Milk on the edge of the tub.

He prepared the bath quickly, stripping off his ruined nightgown and preemptively washing his arm in the sink. Pure Vanilla had to shake Shadow Milk a bit when he tittered too close to sleep, each time feeling slightly guilty for denying his rest.

Eventually when he deemed the water high enough, he pulled Shadow Milk into the bath with him, propping his beast up against his chest and kissing his neck again. Shadow Milk groaned at the heat and relaxed against Pure Vanilla. He felt oddly satisfied and was a bit sore. He huffed quietly as Pure Vanilla began to scrub him down.

“Yanno,” he said quietly as Pure Vanilla worked the corruption out his joints. “I wouldn’t mind doing this again.”

Pure Vanilla stilled behind him. “Really?” he mumbled quietly, blushing at the thought.

Shadow Milk shrugged. “It was…nice. I didn’t have to think about it; it just felt good.”

Pure Vanilla hummed and continued washing his back. “As long as I didn’t hurt you, my dear, I’ll gladly do it again.”

Shadow Milk snorted. “Of course you would you damn freak.”

He laughed quietly behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. Pure Vanilla nuzzled into his neck and kissed him softly. “I can’t even deny it, can I?”

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A few days after Pure Vanilla's... examination, of Shadow Milk's body, the beast asks him a surprising question.

"Can you eat my heart?"

They had been in the garden, enjoying cups of tea alongside dessert that Shadow Milk had meticulously picked out. The birds in the trees above them were chirping, and it was a lovely day to spend outside.

And then Shadow Milk ruined it.

Of course, in response to such a baffling request, Pure Vanilla choked on his tea and almost spat it out. He thumped his chest, wincing as the tea burns down his throat. Only when his breathing returns to normal does he look at Shadow Milk with concern.

"What?" He asked, uncertain if he even heard him correctly.

Shadow Milk took a bite out of a biscuit, frowning at how brittle it tasted against his tongue. "I think you need a new patisserie; they made this too dry."

"Shadow Milk."

"What?! It was a simple question!" Shadow Milk exclaimed, flicking crumbles off the corner of his mouth.

"Bluebird, I'm not sure if that's even possible."

"Oh. So you can mess around with my internal organs but can't eat my heart? So you hate me," Shadow Milk sighed, feigning sadness as he leaned back midair.

Pure Vanilla grabbed a napkin as he attempted to get the tea stains off his robes. It did little to actually remove them, but ducking his head at least hid the redness od his cheeks.

"Shadow Milk, digging through your organs for the sake of pleasure and eating your organs are very, very different," Pure Vanilla replied, giving up on the stain with a sigh.

"I fear that I may actually hurt you this time; Your body is a marvel, truly, but I do not believe it would take well to me taking bites out of it."

Shadow Milk scoffed, twisting in the air and coming up behind him. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders, grinning into his neck. His hair wrapped around the former-king's arms, holding him place.

"Aww, is someone scared they'll hurt me? How sweet," Shadow Milk cooed into his ear, giggling as Pure Vanilla's blush reached his ears.

"Of course I am. Even with my curiosities, I would never value them more than your wellbeing," Pure Vanilla said, reaching his hand up to cup the beast's cheek.

Shadow Milk nuzzled into his palm, lightly nipping at his fingers to tease. He always loved doing that; the slight tremor Pure Vanilla gave in response excited him.

"But you want to," Shadow Milk grinned, his hair wrapping tighter around him.

Pure Vanilla grimaced, directing his attention away from the hungry beast. His lip trembled, and Shadow Milk knew he was holding back from answering. Just a little more.

"You'd probably have to tie me up," Shadow Milk hummed, pressing his chest against Pure Vanilla's back. Oh, how lovely did he tense against him, his restraint waning.

Shadow Milk brushed his lips against his neck, kissing the junction between his neck and shoulder. "Hold me down to keep me from squirming; gag me to keep the servants from hearing me; tear me open to steal my heart for yourself. Doesn't that sound... appealing?"

Pure Vanilla's fists clentched a top his lap, his composure slipping even further. Shadow Milk giggled into his neck, lifting his nail to pull down his turtleneck and lick a long stripe up his neck.

Pure Vanilla bit his lip to muffle a groan, sharply exhaling as Shadow Milk dragged his nails down his chest. Shadow Milk nipped at his neck, leaving a small trail of love bites there.

That did the trick; Pure Vanilla quickly grabbed Shadow Milk by his waist and pulled him in front of him. Shadow Milk happily laughed as he was dragged into the healer's lap and firmly kept there by calloused hands on his hips.

Pure Vanilla buried his face into his neck, his face burning red at how shamefully aroused the idea made him. Shadow Milk, meanwhile, took pleasure in his lover's composure failing, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead.

"Witches, Nill. I wouldn't suggest it if it would actually kill me," Shadow Milk chuckled, digging his nails into his scalp. He scratched the back of his head comfortingly, lightly tugging at the hair near his nape.

Pure Vanilla lifted his head slightly from his neck, his eyes half-lidded and concerned. "... You're actually okay with this? You want this?"

"Wouldn't offer if I wasn't sure about it," He rolled his eyes, leaning into Pure Vanilla's touch as his thumbs rubbed gently circles into his hips.

Pure Vanilla hummed, pulling back slightly with his brows knitted together. His lips were downturned, worry coating his features.

"May I set a few ground rules then? I worry this a bit more intense than before," He hummed, and Shadow Milk shrugged his shoulders.

"Sure. As long as you're bitting, anything goes," Shadow Milk replied, lifting one leg over the other and laying his head on Pure Vanilla's shoulder.

It was a fairly comfortable spot to be in; one Shadow Milk took pride in being the only allowed to be there.

"Well, first I want to make clear that if at any point you want it to stop, you'll tell me," Pure Vanilla said, hands shifting to hold Shadow Milk's waist. "Orchid could be our safe word."

"Like I'll need that," Shadow Milk huffed.

"Just as precaution, my love," He said while pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "And, if your body starts to fail, even the slightest indication of it, we're stopping immediately. No ifs, ands, or buts."

"You're so boring!" Shadow Milk whined, pushing Pure Vanilla's face away from him. "Where's the fun without a little danger of dying?"

"Then I suppose I will not be eating your heart," Pure Vanilla replied, and Shadow Milk was quick to retract his statement.

"Wait! Fine, fine! If I'm dying we can stop!" Shadow Milk shouted, crossing his arms with a huff. "So boring..." he mumbled.

Pure Vanilla smiled, then, and rhe tension in his back began fo wind down. He leaned down and kissed the sigil over Shadow Milk's eye, humming as the beast blushed faintly.

"It's for both our sakes, Bluebird. Now, would you like to be ready?"

With a sharp grin, Shadow Milk ripped open a portal and dragged Pure Vanilla through, excitement brimming and threatening to spill over.

The garden was left abandoned, and only the remains of cold tea indicating they were ever there at all.

-

Shadow Milk twisted his wrists, testing out the strength of his restraints. Pure Vanilla's stole made a lovely bow around his wrists, securing him to the headboard without chafing against his joints. When he'd ask Pure Vanilla to use them, the ancient became flustered.

"Are you sure? I-I'm not sure how comfortable they will be," He had replied, and Shadow Milk lightly kicked him in his side.

"I'm the one getting eaten here, Nilly. Let me have this one thing since you're already being picky," Shadow Milk huffed, having already pulled off his ruffled collar and in the process of removing his velvet bodysuit.

Pure Vanilla was slower in removing his clothes. His robes were much heavier, and Shadow Milk licked his lips eagerly as every layer removed. What a beautiful body he hid under those robes.

Once only the white bodysuit remained, Pure Vanilla crawled onto the bed with the stoles floating gently beside him. He leaned over Shadow Milk's body, taking over in removing the remainder of his clothing. Once fully bare, one of Pure Vanilla's hands settled atop his stomach, a pensive look on his face.

"You're fully certain of this?" He asked, and Shadow Milk groaned in annoyance.

"Yes! I already told you! Get on with it already!" He hissed, and Pure Vanilla hummed quietly.

The floating stole, understanding his attentions, snapped into action. His wrists were taken captive and he was quickly pulled up higher on the bed. Shadow Milk let out a yelp as the stoke tied itself to the bedpost, leaving a cute bow on the front.

"Wow. Warn a guy first!" Shadow Milk joked, but was interrupted but a set of lips pressing against his. His eyes fluttered shut as Pure Vanilla cupped his cheeks, kissing him quiet.

Pure Vanilla's knees knocked Shadow Milk's legs apart, his hips pressing flush against Shadow Milk's. He shivered as Pure Vanilla pressed his tongue against his lips, begging to be let in.

Shadow Milk opened his mouth, and Pure Vanilla's tongue dove in. His tongue pressed against the inside of his mouth, exploring every crevice he could reach, and teased his split tongue. The beast whined when Pure Vanilla sucked on it, bucking his hip in anticipation.

Pure Vanilla pulled back slightly, a string of saliva connecting their lips as he pants. His arousal was obvious; his cheeks were aflame, and there was a wet spot where his dick pressed against its confines.

Leaning back on his heels, Pure Vanilla pulled the bodysuit off, sighing as the air cooled his dick, standing upright with a bit of pre-cum leaking out the tip.

Shadow Milk bit his lip, his pupils turning to hearts as he stared. The stretch Pure Vanilla's cock gave him leaves him breathless, the pain burning just right to be pleasurable.

As Pure Vanilla leaned over him once, pressing their foreheads together, his fingers reached down to Shadow Milk's slit. Shadow Milk rocked his hips into his fingers, sighing as Pure Vanilla teased the edges.

Quietly, Pure Vanilla whispered, "Come on, Bluebird. Open up and be good for me."

Shadow Milk let out a high pitched whine, his back arching off the bed. Oh, how this man knew just how to unravel him. Him and his sweet words, pulling apart his defenses one piece at a time.

Pure Vanilla's thumb pushed the slit to the sideC and out poked out a blue tentacle. Light in color, it curled around Pure Vanilla's fingers, coating them with his slick. More began to poke out, pulling his fingers in to touch more, to take.

He pinched the tip of one, making Shadow Milk flinch and let out a startled moan. "A-Ah! P-Pure Vanilla!" He moaned, his tentacle pulsing in his hands.

Pure Vanilla pressed a kiss to his cheek, shushing him gently. "Shh, let me take care of you," He whispered against the shell of his ear, curling his fingers around them and lightly pulling.

Shadow Milk bucked his hip again, grinding into his hand for more friction. Even if this wasn't the plan, he couldn't resist Pure Vanilla's touch. Especially when he was being wound up so quickly.

Just as he about to clench around those calloused fingers, Pure Vanilla pulled away. Shadow Milk instantly hissed, digging his heel into Pure Vanilla back.

"Bastard," He grumbled, tilting his head away as Pure Vanilla chuckled into his neck.

"Sorry, love. But we have other plans for tonight, remember?" Pure Vanilla hummed, replacing his hand with his dick, slowly grinding against the slick tentacles.

They wrapped around his cock, enclosing it in a soft, wet hold that made him groan. He gave a quick few thrusts, letting the tentacles squeeze a few spurts of pre-cum out of him and sighed contently.

He thumbed at the keyhole near Shadow Milk's collarbone, carefully tugging at the edges. His body responded accordingly; it tore open his torso, allowing him privy to Shadow Milk's most delicate parts.

Before he continued, he recaptured Shadow Milk's lips for another kiss, sighing as Shadow Milk wrapped his tongue around his. He tasted so sweet against his lips; he wondered how much sweeter his jam would be from the source.

Pure Vanilla pulled back, his eyes hazy with desire. His hand hovered over the tear, thumb gently tracing the edges.

"Remember our safe word?" He asked, a bit breathless with his patience wearing thin.

"Orchid," Shadow Nilk quickly replied, his heel digging into his back once more. "Hurry!"

Pure Vanilla breathlessly laughed, and slowly pulled the tear open. Just as the last time, it opened without resistance, and he was met with blinking eyes underneath his dough. They stared back at him with hearts, and a small curl of corruption reached out for his hand.

Allowing his hand to be pulled in, he watched Shadow Milk's face carefully, monitoring for any signs of distress. Shadow Milk in turn bucked his hip, back arching higher as the tentacles stroked his dick slowly.

Shadow Milk stuck his tongue out, his eyes misty as he panted. His insides felt so sensitive; his nerves telling him he's in pain while all he wanted to do was have Pure Vanilla arm deeper inside him.

Eventually, Pure Vanilla's knuckles knocked against his sugar-coated ribs, making Shadow Milk gasp. His arms tensed against their restraints, wishing to claw into something- preferably Pure Vanilla's back.

He could hear Shadow Milk's heart right below his ribs, beating quickly in excitement. He frowned, however, as he could not reach his heart with his ribs in the way.

"Bluebird-"

"Break them!" Shadow Milk cried, grinding against his dick and making Pure Vanilla thrust against the tentacles in response.

"Break them, break them please!" He begged, his hair winding around the headboard and making the wood groan. Drool was dripping out the corner of his mouth, but he paid no mind to it.

"Y-You're- ah!- sure?" Pure Vanilla asked, moaning as the tentacles squeezed his cock tighter.

"Please please please," Shadow Milk pleaded, tears of frustration beading in the corners of his eyes. "Need it- need you!"

Pure Vanilla shakily grabbed the ribs above his heart, his grip tight, and shattered the ribs in his hold. Shadow Milk screamed, his legs wrapping around Pure Vanilla's waist in a vice grip. The tentacles pulled the tip of his dick inside the slit, making them both moan in pleasure.

Pulling his arm back, he found it drenched in jam and corruption that was both sticky and warm. He licked some off, humming at the sweet and tangy taste of it on his tongue.

Holding the ribs in his hands, he curiously sucked on the marrow inside. He expected it to taste primarily like iron, but instead found it to be rich and buttery, a wonderful accompaniment to his lover's insides.

Shadow Milk whined, high pitched and wanting, and Pure Vanilla leaned over him once more. Taking another sip of the marrow, he tapped Shadow Milk's cheek to get his mouth open, and pressed their mouths together to share the taste.

Tasting himself on his other half's mouth had Shadow Milk reeling. His core fluttered, and Shadow Milk pressed his chest against Pure Vanilla's. He tasted heavenly.

Without the ribs in the way, Pure Vanilla pushed his hand in once more. Mindful of the sharp edges of bone, Pure Vanilla's knuckles brushed against the tender flesh of Shadow Milk's heart.

It beat quickly against his fingers, fluttering as a butterfly's wings, and he pressed further. Shadow Milk let out more haste moans, little 'ah, ah, ah!' that formed a symphony for Pure Vanilla's ears only.

Slowly, his hands wrapped around his delicate heart, and he began to pull. In response, Shadow Milk's joints began to leak corruption. It slipped out slowly, jamming up his joints and revealing even more eyes that stared at him.

Shadow Milk's voice grew louder as his heart was pulled out, Pure Vanilla's hand firm but gentle as he handled it, until the cool air of their bedroom hit it.

"A-AH! N-NILLY!" Shadow Milk screamed, tears streaming down his face as the pain came to him in waves.

His heart was warm in his hands. It beat erratically, excited yet scared, and Pure Vanilla kissed it with reverence. The jam tasted lovely, and how Pure Vanilla wished to worship this body, Shadow Milk's body, for all its worth.

Just as Pure Vanilla's teeth scrapped against the soft flesh, his head filled with cotton, Shadow Milk screamed.

"O-ORCHID! ORCHID!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, his legs lashing out as he attempted to escape.

Pure Vanilla eyes snapped open, instantly alert, and he hurriedly put Shadow Milk's heart back. He pulled out- careful to not pull painful on his tentacles- and undid the bindings around Shadow Milk's wrists.

Even as the corruption oozed out of his joints, Pure Vanilla cradled his face, wiping tears away with his thumb. He wasn't on top of him any more; instead, he sat near the edge of the bed, letting Shadow Milk regain his breath.

He wasn't about to pull away- just to get a towel- when Shadow Milk's nails dug into his hand, securing him in place. Pure Vanilla pressed their foreheads together, tracing circles into his cheeks.

"You're okay, you're okay," He lightly chanted, nudging his cheek with his nose. "Breathe with me Shadow Milk."

Shadow Milk whined, curling in on himself as the corruption stained the white sheets of their bed. Pure Vanilla didn't care for that, however, as he drew his loved in closer.

Slowly, Shadow Milk's gasps began to soften in shaky inhales, his nails lightening their hold on his hand. His eyes, which he had tightly shut, began to open and revealed red-rimmed eyes that broke Pure Vanilla's heart.

He pressed a soft kiss to Shadow Milk eyelid, a silent apology. "I'm sorry, Bluebird. I didn't mean to push you too far."

Shadow Milk shakily huffed, putting up his bravado even as his voice came out raspy. "S-Shut up," He panted, pushing himself up to sit on his knees. While the edges of the wound rejoined, they did not heal.

"I just..." He sighed, placing a hand over his keyhole. "I just need a second..."

Pure Vanilla set a comforting hand on Shadow Milk's knee, wiping away some of the leaking corruption. "Take your time."

Eventually, Shadow Milk's breathing settles, and he leans forward against Pure Vanilla's back. His forehead pressed against his shoulder, and his hand found his.

"Sorry, sorry," He mumbled, a light seen of sweat on his temple. "I-I just... too much..."

"It's okay," Pure Vanilla hummed, their hands and kissing Shadow Milk's knuckles. "We can stop if you'd like."

"No," Shadow Milk shook his head, the eyes in his hair crying and curling around their master. "I want to keep going. Let's... try something else."

Shadow Milk tugged on Pure Vanilla's hand, guiding him to lay propped up on pillow against the headboard. The beast straddled his waist, lifting his lover's hands to rest on his waist.

He must have looked terrible, Shadow Milk thinks sourly. His joints were hard to move, still leaking and soiling the bed. Why Pure Vanilla wanted him in the first place he never understood.

And yet his hands, scarred and calloused by centuries of work and healing, held him as if he were precious. In Pure Vanilla's eyes, held was. It's why he waited for Shadow Milk's permission to continue, and only moved when Shadow Milk rocked his hips against waist.

He guided Shadow Milk's over his cock, watching with batted breath as Shadow Milk's tentacles poked out his slit. They once again wrapped around his cock, and Shadow Milk lowered himself slowly.

They moaned in unison as his dick pierced his entrance, Pure Vanilla gently thrusting upwards to ease him into the stretch. He felt so warm, so plush; the tentacles teased his dick, sliding over and pressing into the tip repeatedly as he pushed further inside.

Once he was in, Shadow Milk pressed against the bulge in his stomach, grinning as his full he was. "Y-You fit me so right... like you were made for this- for me."

Pure Vanilla moaned as he thrusted, pulling Shadow Milk down to lay on top of him. He pushed his hips down, grinding them together and groaning at just how good it felt.

Shadow Milk rolled his hips in tandem with his thrusts, weaving their fingers together as he bounced. Then, as he sat back up, he pulled Pure Vanilla hand back to the tear near his chest.

Pure Vanilla hesitated to push back in, but Shadow Milk held his hand steady. "If i-it's you," he stuttered, his breath hitching at a particularly hard thrust. "It'll feel g-good. Please, take me," he moaned, pressing his hand into the wound.

With full permission granted, Pure Vanilla slipped his hand back into his lover's chest. Shadow Milk moaned loudly, keeping his arm stable and thrusting himself further into Pure Vanilla's arm. Pure Vanilla wrapped his remaining arm around his waist to keep him from squirming.

He found Shadow Milk's heart quickly; still exposed due to the missing ribs, and fluttering excitedly as carefully held it in his hands. Shadow Milk's eyes snapped shut, and his hair spasmed, slipping out onto the sheets as he pulled his heart out.

Even with the jam coating his arms, Pure Vanilla didn't feel scared. The intimacy of holding the most delicate parts of his lover was breathtaking, and as Shadow Milk pushed his hand towards his lips, he couldn't help but feel so in love right then and there.

He kept his eyes focused on Shadow Milk's face as his teeth scrapped against the tender flesh. Shadow Milk whimpered and clenched around his cock harder, slamming his hips down to encourage him.

Then, he finally took a bite.

The jam that flooded his mouth was tart. The taste of ripe blueberries thick with sugar syrup, and fresh strawberries coated his tongue. His eyes rolled back in his head as he drowned in the taste, the taste addicting.

Pure Vanilla chewed on the piece slowly, savoring its taste before taking another bite. It was better than before, and it felt like he had reached a new plane of existence.

Shadow Milk had screamed at the first bite- but not out of pain. Instead, it was pure ecstasy that flooded his senses. Watching as his jam dripped down the corners of Pure Vanilla's mouth, at how blissful he became at the taste- it was vindicating.

His tentacles pulse, and his core clenched as he came on top of Pure Vanilla's cock, rocking his hips quickly at he rode out his orgasm. He needed Pure Vanilla to come inside him, needed him to fill him to the brim- needed all of him.

Pure Vanilla moaned as Shadow Milk slammed his hips down, his dick kissing his cervix at each rock of his hips. He took another bite of his heart before grabbing Shadow Milk by the back of his head and pulling him into a deep kiss.

He fed Shadow Milk back the taste of his heart, shoving his tongue into his mouth as pieces of dough filled Shadow Milk's throat. Tasting both Pure Vanilla and himself at the same time made his head fuzzy, and Pure Vanilla refused to release him.

Instead, every time he pulled away he would immediately take another chuck of Shadow Milk's heart and kiss him all over again. As if he were sharing, making it known just how much he loved the taste.

Then he held the heart up to Shadow Milk, pulling away to press it against his lips.

"Have a taste, my love," Pure Vanilla panted, licking a strip of jam that dripped down his arm.

Shadow Milk's eyes were being to cloud over- lost to the bliss of pain and pleasure as he whined. His jaw opened, and his sharp teeth pierced his heart with a sharp cry. He heart pounded against his lips, and tartness of his own jam made his body shudder.

Pure Vanilla dragged him back into a kiss, sharing the taste between them as his heart poured jam on the bed. Both their torsos were covered in jam, but it so warm, and Pure Vanilla couldn't help but smudge it across Shadow Milk's stomach.

He could feel his climax approaching as the rhythm of his thrusts turned sloppy. His jam-soaked hands found Shadow Milk's hips, pulling him flush against his, and Pure Vanilla finished inside Shadow Milk with a groan. Shadow Milk grabbed Pure Vanilla's shoulders as he shuddered, his voice raspy from overuse as he moaned.

The warmth settled within him, his tentacles coating themselves with Pure Vanilla's spent and squeezing every last drop out of him. Pure Vanilla didn't bother trying to pull out; he wouldn't be allowed to.

Instead he leaned back against the pillows, pulling Shadow Milk down to rest against his chest. Jam had spilled down his chin, and was beginning to became tacky against his dough. But he felt too good to move, and instead focused on sealing the wound along Shadow Milk torso.

Shadow Milk's head was too cloudy to form a proper sentence; he focused more on breathing, and on repairing the missing sections of his heart and rib. His vision was blurry, as if he were under water.

Pure Vanilla rubbed his arm slowly, peppering his face with kisses. Even as Shadow Milk whined in response, Pure Vanilla nuzzled his face into Shadow Milk hair.

"So good for me," Pure Vanilla mumbled tiredly, squeezing Shadow Milk's arm softly before pulling the blankets over them.

Shadow Milk rested his head against Pure Vanilla's chest, entirely spent and too tired to move. Instead, all he could do was mumble, "Thanks... for indulging me..."

Pure Vanilla smiled, stroking his fingers through Shadow Milk's hair. Even with the freight in the middle, he couldn't regret this at all.

"Of course, Bluebird," He replied, settling his arm to rest against his waist. "Sleep, dear. Your injuries will take time to heal."

Shadow Milk weakly scoffed, thumping his arm with a weak fist. "Don't be a healer right now," he grumbled, still finding the energy to be annoyed.

Pure Vanilla chuckled, holding Shadow Milk tightly against him. "Sorry, force of habit."

Shadow Milk huffed, but was too tired to complain further. Instead, sleep took him quickly, and his body relaxed against his.

Pure Vanilla wiped a bit of jam off his chin and licked it. It still tasted so sweet...

They'll have to do this again, Pure Vanilla thought to himself. He fears he may have become addicted to his lover's taste- a vice he'd never truly get tired of.

A wonderful addiction, Pure Vanilla hums as he closes his eyes, to be addicted to your lover.

The best kind of addiction of all.