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At last. At last, Shadow Milk Cookie had Pure Vanilla Cookie, the fool, the liar, exactly where he wanted him, drawing him to his level, his lair, his very souljam. His bed, even, though Pure Vanilla Cookie, now going by the name of the Truthless Recluse, had technically been inside him ever since entering his realm. Breaking bits of him, running all over him, sleeping on him. But oh, hadn't that been what Shadow Milk Cookie had wanted from the very beginning? For his other half, the one who understood him (not that he would ever admit as much), to use him as he saw fit?
A sigh escaped Shadow Milk Cookie as the Truthless Recluse pushed him further into the mattress, a knee between his spread legs which Shadow Milk grinded against, wanting some friction. He didn't care how terribly wanton his moan sounded, didn't care how he looked, for he knew that his Truthless Recluse would not shame him for his actions, no matter what they were.
"Finally, I have you," Shadow Milk growled, yet his eyes widened as the Truthless Recluse moved away from him, taking away those delightful lips, that lovely body.
"Is that what you think?" The Truthless Recluse asked, leaning down and looking down at his other half. "Because I think that it is I who has you."
"Well, duh, in this context," said Shadow Milk. "You are mine as I am yours, that's what you said, remember?"
"No, I said that we are one and the same," said the Truthless Recluse. Shadow Milk frowned.
"I think I liked you better when you couldn't lie," said Shadow Milk. The Truthless Recluse chuckled, then grabbed hold of Shadow Milk's hips and tugged him towards his body, pressing them flush together. Shadow Milk gasped at the sudden content, especially as Truthless Recluse began grinding their hips together so that Shadow Milk was painfully aware of just how hard his other half was. And long. And thick. And just... overall big. Far bigger than Shadow Milk had expected from someone who looked as though a stiff wind might crumble him, though he certainly wasn't about to complain. Already, his shadow tendrils were going to work, sliding up his thighs to begin stretching him open. Truthless Recluse watched, his bicoloured gaze giving away nothing until he wrapped his hand around Shadow Milk's cock and tugged hard. Shadow Milk yelped, the pain sending zings of pleasure straight to his tender cock, which throbbed in Truthless Recluse's hand.
"Ah, so you do like it rough, then," said Truthless Recluse. "I believe that I can accommodate that."
"I'd like to see you try," Shadow Milk sneered. "I saw your memories, you're as vanilla as your dough." Truthless Recluse huffed a laugh.
"Then you didn't see much at all," said Truthless Recluse. He grinned, the sight almost frightening on such a pleasant face, and Shadow Milk suddenly found himself flipped onto his stomach and surrounded by the scent of vanilla. Truthless Recluse adjusted his legs, pulling Shadow Milk's hips up so that his ass was in the air, legs spread, knees bent. His cock dripped a pearl of pre onto his bedspread, very obvious against the dark blue. A star in the sky.
"Okay, I'm starting to see," said Shadow Milk, then gasped as Truthless Recluse's cock came to rest between his ass cheeks. Witches, if he'd looked big, he somehow felt even bigger. Shadow Milk bit back a whimper, though he did gasp as that cock nudged at his asshole. "What, no prep?" Looking behind himself, he could see Truthless Recluse smiling.
"Were I not a healer, perhaps I would do so," said Truthless Recluse, and Shadow Milk could see some of Pure Vanilla, the liar, in him, but only until Truthless Recluse leaned forward to place his fingers in front of Shadow Milk's mouth. Shadow Milk bit him. He couldn't help it, really, though he did giggle as Truthless Recluse growled behind him. Really, he should have been expecting the hand that came down hard across his buttocks, though he still yelped, his cock dripping more pre. "Behave." The word held malice, though honestly (a concept that came difficult to Shadow Milk), he wanted to be fucked more than he wanted to be a pain. He'd only been wanting this since, oh, around the time that he'd been locked away in that tree?
And so this time, when vanilla-scented fingers came in front of Shadow Milk's mouth, he sucked those fingers into his mouth, tongue gliding over the fingers, dipping into the gaps, and finally let saliva pool in the palm of Truthless Recluse's hand.
"Good boy," said Truthless Recluse. Shadow Milk most certainly did not immediately roll over and play nice. He only thought about it. Very hard. For a few minutes while Truthless Recluse slid a saliva-slickened finger inside him and began to stretch him open. Yet Truthless Recluse was only gentle to the extent that he was using lube, scissoring his fingers, stretching Shadow Milk roughly so that the blue cookie moaned and curled his fingers in his bedsheets. He wouldn't be surprised if he woke up with jam on the sheets, but that would be fine, so long as Truthless Recluse kept fucking him until he was thoroughly spent.
Once Truthless Recluse deemed Shadow Milk to be stretched enough (though it wasn't enough, not really), he fit the head of his cock to the loosened hole and Shadow Milk made a small noise of anticipation. Truthless Recluse thrust in, far gentler than Shadow Milk had expected, but then began a swift pace, thrusting in and out, his hands settled on Shadow Milk's hips. Shadow Milk moaned, every thrust sending stars across his vision, using the eyes in his hair to watch himself being fucked. Often, he had thought about this, thought about Truthless Recluse taking him from behind, though a part of him had, admittedly, expected himself to be the one fucking his former adversary turned... whatever he was to Shadow Milk now. Friend? Ally? Lover? Other half, that was what the Recluse had said, wasn't it? And it sounded... right. Wait, no, Shadow Milk himself had said that. He was getting confused now, his brain scrambled by whatever the Recluse had done in merging their souljams. It had felt wonderful, more intimate than sex, yet now that they were fucking, he could feel that sensation stirring deep within his souljam again. Only it was echoed by his body, by the very joining of their doughs, something that Truthless Recluse clearly felt too, if his own moans were anything to go by. His face was flushed, eyes dark with want when they opened, and, as the eyes in his hair watched, Truthless Recluse reached forward, grasping hold of long blue hair and tugging.
Shadow Milk howled his delight, his shadows writhing around him, several going to wrap around his cock and begin stroking it.
"Fuck," Shadow Milk spat, his bedspread definitely shredded where his fingers clutched it. "How did you know?" Truthless Recluse did not respond, only tugged at Shadow Milk's hair again, forcing his back into an arch so that he could thrust in deeper. As he did, he saw the shadows around Shadow Milk's cock, smiling at the sight.
"Am I neglecting you?" Truthless Recluse cooed. "How rude of me."
"Oh, but I can do that to you too," said Shadow Milk, and his shadows left his cock, dispersing as if fleeing from Truthless Recluse's descending hand, and gathered behind Truthless Recluse to begin gently circling the rim of his asshole. Truthless Recluse moaned, his hips stuttering as he continued fucking Shadow Milk, and dug his fingernails into Shadow Milk's dough, the scent of blueberry suddenly mixing with that of vanilla. The shadows, in turn, formed the shape of Shadow Milk's cock inside Truthless Recluse and proceeded to fuck him, not needing Shadow Milk's guidance or really any thought on his part. They had a mind of their own, something that he had once agonised over. But no longer. Not now, when chaos reigned in his domain and he liked it that way.
"Just how well can you control these, I wonder," Truthless Recluse mused, and snapped his hips, aiming his cock for Shadow Milk's prostate and making sure to hit it every time. Shadow Milk huffed a laugh, though didn't say anything in reply, couldn't, not with his orgasm barrelling down on him so fast that stars burst before his eyes and his cock made a mess of Truthless Recluse's hand. Yet Truthless Recluse kept pumping his cock, clearly eager to get every last drop from him, until his own orgasm came from the shadows splitting apart inside him and massaging his prostate. Shadow Milk watched the Recluse come apart with the eyes in his hair, giggling in delight at how it put some emotion on the Recluse's face.
"Oh, you know, that well," said Shadow Milk, and swiftly rolled to the side before Truthless Recluse could collapse on top of him. The Recluse looked at him through bleary eyes.
"What?" the Recluse asked, and his confused expression was just so cute.
"Don't you worry your pretty little vanilla head about it," said Shadow Milk, giving him a kiss on his furrowed brow. Truthless Recluse only frowned deeper.