WHAT GOES TOGETHER BETTER THAN COLD AND DARK? - PART 14
«You didn't answer to me».
That simple sentence was more than enough to make the Boogeyman shiver with fear: Jack had spoken with a rage that the man would have never imagined could belong to him, and he seemed well determined not to let the matter drop quickly or easily. Suddenly Pitch had an intuition and, with an amused tone, he commented: «Jack, don' tell me you're jealous».
«And what if I do?» replied the boy.
Without getting agitated he tightened a little more the grip on his wrists, then he rushed at him: he bit his lip hard, forcing him to open them, and he violently slid his tongue in them, seeking his one and dominating on that kiss stolen with urgency and passion.
The man, mentally, smiled: he didn't know well that possessive and a bit violent side of Frost, which, hitherto, had showed itself only during the most exciting moments of their embraces, when the partner could hug him tightly and scratch him uncontrollably. He didn't try to deny to himself that he liked it, not even for a moment: feeling him on himself, focused on trapping him to block him while he firmly guided him in a languid union, made him shivering; however, letting him tacking over the helm and interpreting the role of the pray certainly didn't suit him, so he sighed with relief when he saw him move away far enough to be able to stare at his eyes.
With a grin he watched him catching his breath and he got ready to reverse the positions, but he noticed he was about to speak, so he decided to leave him few more seconds.
«You know, Pitch» murmured the boy with a mischievous look, tickling him with the tip of his nose along his jawline; «You always tell me that I'm yours, yours and only yours, but you forget something».
«What?» instinctively asked the Boogeyman, confused.
«That is true for you, too: you are mine, mine and mine only» whispered Jack directly into his ear.
Pitch almost didn't have the time to completely understand the sentence that he felt an intense cold on his forearms, and, when he tried to move them, he realized that the other had frozen them, blocking them against the ground. In a panic he tried to free himself, but he only got an amused expression from the boy, so, in a broken voice, he demanded: «Jack, what the hell is wrong with you!?».
«Oh, trust me, Pitch: you will like it» answered the boy with a sensual and soft tone.
Not reassured at all by the promise the man fidgeted even more, completely forgetting that he could free himself evoking few handfuls of magic sand and foolishly trying to break the ice tugging; not worried by those vain attempts Frost smiled and put his hands on the base of his neck.
Instantly the Boogeyman stiffened: he felt the other evoking that icy power with which, few months before, on two occasions, he had made him fall at his feet, helpless, and he couldn't help but surrender to it for the third time, arching his back to follow those slender fingers which redrew his neckline and barely holding back a groan.
Evidently panting he felt him moving, so to make their pelvises match, and, hearing the noise of a rip, he realized that the partner had opened his robe, tearing the only closure point on the waist and brushing aside the two edges to expose the chest. Pitch felt his open palms gently caressing his bare skin and his soft mouth sliding along the sternum, in an endless series of wet kisses, and, unconsciously, he went up to him, sighing for that hot chills which crossed him, being conveyed to the groin and heating it more and more.
By a great force of will he finally managed to pull himself together just enough to make the situation: he, the Lord of Nightmares himself, centuries and centuries old and born to conquer and command, was pinned down to the ground, trapped under a young Guardian and intent to moan like an inexperienced kid, even looking for his attentions to have more? It was, at the very least, unacceptable!
Ranking together all his strength he pulled his back against the moss below, to escape from Frost's touch, then, staring at him with an angry look, he ordered: «Jack, lea...ah!».
Pitch couldn't believe the audacity of his partner, who, hearing him starting to talk, had not only bitten a sensitive spot just below his left nipple, but also grabbed with decision his cock through the fabric, and every intent to push him away was lost; trying to hold back the sighs he endured his languid tortures, focusing in order not to definitely lose his mind and struggling to keep his eyes open, despite the view was getting more and more blurred.
Amused by that passive resistance Jack chuckled, then, with a sensual tone, he whispered: «Oh, Pitch, how I can satisfy you if you don't conclude your sentences? I will try to guess: maybe you meant... "lick me"?».
Hearing those two words the Boogeyman opened wide his irises and tried to raise his head, but he was too slow; with his heart in his throat he perceived the boy moving further down and ripping his trousers: at first he felt cold in the groin, and then... hot. A hotness he had had the pleasure of giving several times, but never received.
Caught by surprise he groaned and he had to bite his lip to hold back the astonishment: Frost had bent down without any hesitation over his lower abdomen and he had stuck out his tongue, slowly passing it along his erection, from the base to the tip, and tickling him with the warmth of his breath.
Holding his breath he felt him returning back, leaving little, soft kisses on every inch of skin and lingering on the spots which made him shiver more, then going up slowly, carefully licking the sensitive areas; finally, it happened what he dreamed about for months, but he had never had the courage to ask or impose him, fearing to force him.
The boy opened his mouth and, trembling a little, he caught the erection; he proceeded calmly, taking all the time he needed to get used to that novelty and learn the right moves: at first he wrapped between his lips just the tip, probing with his tongue the tense skin to locate the main nerves, then he followed them down, getting more and more confident with them. He never enveloped the cock to the base, probably he wasn't even able to do that, but he knew very well how make up for it with his slender fingers: now relaxed he started to suck with greater conviction, sensually rubbing the soft palate against the erection and faintly scratching it with his sharp teeth, with such a mixture of naive curiosity and innate skill to steal Pitch more than few gasps.
Bewitched by those feelings so desired the man unconsciously began to push himself towards the partner, following his sinuous movements and trying to impose him the pace he would have liked to set by grabbing his nape; despite the forced immobility, however, he couldn't be angry because he had been trapped so easily: the constraints and the fact that he couldn't see Jack as he diligently carried on with his work did nothing but increase the pleasure.
Suddenly he felt him tighten more firmly his fingers around the erection and he instinctively opened his thighs to follow the chills: with a tug he freed his right leg and he heard the boy moaning, surprised and worried, but he didn't give him time to react. Groping he put his calf on his back, carefully not weighting on it, but pressing enough to make him understand that he wanted him to go on, and this was an encouragement more than enough for Frost. With a languid sigh he pick up the pace a little, caressing the inner thigh with his left hand and eagerly taking his cock until it touched his soft throat, ignoring the choking feeling which, with no doubt, he was experiencing and sending him all the passion he felt with every sensual lap.
Overwhelmed by the rapture with which Jack courted him and by his, now, expert attentions the Boogeyman realized he was close to the limit and, fearing the other didn't want to go the whole way, he decided to forewarn him; with great effort he moved his leg and cried as a warning: «Nh, Jack...!».
In response the boy clutched his right buttock and firmly clenched his lips, continuing to deftly stimulate him with the tongue, and this mute confirmations that his dream would have been completely fulfilled was, for the man, the last drop that made that jar full of pleasure overflow.
With a low and satisfied groan he came, arching his back to follow the shivers of the orgasm, but ensuring not to push himself towards his partner in order not to choke him, and, although he was a bit embarrassed to show himself like that, with no physical or psychological shield, completely exposed and at the mercy of Frost, he tried not to restrain himself: he perfectly knew how the boy found it irresistible, and allowing him it was the least since he had received such a gift, even only to tell him how he had appreciated it.
He stood tense for a moment, then he collapsed on the ground, his eyes lost in the patches of lights and shadows of the clearing at his right as he panted to pull himself together; he perceived the boy raising with difficulty and crawling up to sit on his stomach and, feeling him caressing his cheek, he turned to look at him.
Jack wasn't much in a condition better than his: his beautiful crystalline eyes were opacified, his breath hurried, his muscles trembling and his head a bit dangling, as if he had not sufficient strength to support it; despite this the languid way with which he ran his tongue over his moist lips seemed to imply that what he had just done hadn't been enough, and the expression on his face, although it was weary, was also amused.
With a grin Pitch asked: «What is it, Jack? Do you enjoy seeing me in this condition?».
In response the boy chuckled and replied: «A little. But I laughed for another reason».
«What?» asked the man, puzzled.
Bending over him to reach his left ear Frost whispered: «You taste like nightshade: I should have guessed it».
Then, slowly moving his palms over his forearms, he recalled the ice and, with a sob, he collapsed on his chest, exhausted.
Finally free Pitch stretched his arms and wrapped them around the partner's thorax, keeping silent, but sending with that gesture of gratitude that pride prevented him from expressing in words. He had to admit to himself: his little snowflake could always amaze him. He would have never expected the boy to make a scene of jealousy from him, or to take over the helm like that, going so far as to immobilize him just to get from him what he wanted; beyond that, he would have never imagined that Jack would have dared to slide his silky mouth right there, and that he would have used it so well. He chuckled a little at the thought: the boy could be really resourceful, in every sense, and even if his appearance made him look, at first glance, innocent and naïve, it was enough to give a second and more careful look at his smile to discover in it the curious and cheerful mischief which characterized him.
Taking a deep breath he began to stroke his neck and back, and he was surprised to hear Jack shudder for a touch so light and not very intimate; however, it took a little time to him to notice his hard cock pressed against his stomach, and he understood that it was not only time to reciprocate, but above all to dominate again.
With a quick move he reversed the positions and pulled the boy beneath him: Frost, for his part, didn't protest, nor tried to resist, but he opened his legs to leave him space and, with a groan, he turned his head, offering him the neck and clearly luring him to take advantage of him. With a low growl the Boogeyman bit his jugular and, at the same time, he slipped his right hand under his hoodie, possessively caressing that chest he couldn't wait to mark, and it was with a sigh of pure satisfaction that he heard the partner moaning, clinging to his shoulders to make him bending even more over that vein and arching his back until he perfectly exposed every protruding rib.
When the man rubbed his abdomen against the other's erection he understood Jack was too close to the limit to wait and, determined not to make him suffer, but at the same time to prolong the pleasure, he decided to satisfy him, postponing just for a little the languid tortures which he wanted to subject him to. For one last time he bit that hyaline flesh he madly loved, then, kneeling between his thighs, he untied Frosts trousers: he pulled them down a little, just to expose his groin, then, looking into his eyes that he, lost in lust, had raised only in that moment, he leaned on his lower abdomen and took his erection in his mouth.
The reaction of the boy was immediate: he held his breath with a hiss, following with the spine the shiver which had crossed him and intertwining his left's fingers into Pitch's hair, wildly grasping his strands and spur him to continue; the man didn't need persuading: almost without thinking to breathe he immediately began to suck, stroking him with his tongue and teeth, scratching his narrow hips with his nails, blocking his legs with his body to prevent him from escaping.
He didn't give him a break, never satisfied of his sighs more and more acute and rushed, never satisfied with the shivers that Frost could control less and less, determined not to be pleased with the growing heat he emanated. After some time he slid his left arm around his waist, in order to draw him even closer to himself, opening his thighs as wide as the lowered trousers allowed him, and when he heard a choked sob he literally clawed that silky skin, mixing thrills of pain to those of pleasure and causing him orgasm.
With a groan he let Jack push himself toward him, enduring the choking feeling and accepting that hot semen, which, on many occasions, he had received, as a gift, and, although he already knew it, he tasted it like the first time: he had missed it, he had terribly missed that flavour, spicy but fresh, that unique essence which epitomize so well every characteristic of the boy, which perfectly mixed up his innocence and his mischief, which bewitched him until it enslaved him and, at the same time, which lured to take the initiative and ask for more.
Feeling the partner relaxing and collapsing on the ground, he freed him from the possessive hug and, staggering a little, crawled up to him: languidly licking his own lips he enjoyed the sight of that face, usually so sweet, exhausted, its mouth half opened in the attempt to catch breath, its cheeks flushed, its half closed eyes liquid and blind, and he considered himself satisfied.
Bending over his ear he whispered: «Oh, little Jack, you missed me a lot, didn't you?».
He received no answer, so he smiled: he adored seeing Frost in that condition, so lost after an orgasm to not even be able to hear or move. In order to tease him he ran his tongue along his ear, but, as soon as he felt him trembling, he immediately stopped: for what he had in mind it was better that the other recovered as late as possible.
He quietly returned on his knees between his legs and he gently undid the laces he was wearing, as usual, on his calves; leaving them on a mossy clump he cautiously grabbed the upper edge of his trousers and underpants and he started to lower them, slowly uncovering his alabaster skin down to his ankles, but in that moment the boy woke up.
Blinking his eyelids Jack, still confused, muttered: «Mh, Pitch...?».
It was clear he wasn't going to run away or stop him, but only trying to understand what was happening, and if only he had guessed it he would have certainly allowed him, but that was not what Pitch wanted: without hesitation he tore off his clothes and grabbed him by the wrists, pulling them next to his face and staring at him with a grin.
A flash of surprise crossed those crystal clear irises and, with a faltering voice, the boy asked: «Pitch, are you okay?».
«Oh, I've never felt better, Jack» promptly replied the man; «However, you've forgotten something, too: between the two of us I'm the one who dominate, and I can not leave unpunished your disobedience of a short time ago»
The tone with which he uttered those words was firm, but alluring, and the gaze with which he stared at him cruel, but full of enticing promises; as soon as Frost saw it he smiled, mischievously, seeing the caring hidden behind the apparent harshness and well aware that he would have never, ever been hurt by him.
Baring his teeth the Boogeyman summoned some dark tentacles, wrapping them around the boy's forearms, forcing him to lay exactly in the same position in which, a little before, he had been trapped with ice; unfortunately Pitch hadn't had the time to take off his hoodie and he couldn't enjoy his perfect body completely naked, but he would have been content with that: in this moment he would have ever freed him for no reason at all, not until he had reached his goal.
Wishful, however, to secure himself the best possible view of that hyaline skin he adored so much, he slid his fingers under his shirt, lifting it to the collarbones and lightly scratching his epidermis; in response Jack groaned and closed his eyes, and Pitch couldn't hold himself from teasing him.
«Oh, how sensitive we are today, Jack».
«Nh, you say that, Pitch!» replied the boy, focusing just enough to send him an amused look; «I've never heard you moaning so loudly and repeatedly!».
Floored by the affirmation, as provocative as true, the man couldn't deny, so, diverting the conversation, he concluded: «Oh, Jack, you shouldn't waste your breath like that: you will need it later, trust me. Use that beautiful mouth in a more appropriate way: show me how you moved it a little while ago».
He uttered the sentence with a sensual tone, staring at him with an avid look and gently, but firmly, pulling his index and middle finger into his mouth, then, before he could react, he bent over his chest and started to lick his nipple in a circle; Frost immediately let out a muffled moan, arching toward that new source of pleasure, and he began to passionately suck the phalanges which had been offered to him.
Pleased with the fact he had found a way to satisfy his partner and keep him busy, Pitch was finally able to do to him what he wanted, and he noticed with amazement that his chest was white as snow, a perfectly uniform colour: in those ten days of forced separation the purple marks of their passion were completely gone.
"It shouldn't be like this: I'll immediately put it right, my little snowflake" thought the Boogeyman, piqued by the discovery: the boy was his, only his, and he should always bring on himself those marks, as a clear indication to everybody that he belonged to him and that he shouldn't be touched by anyone else. In fact, although he hadn't yet faced the question of the other Guardians yet and, until then, he had made sure to leave them only in covered areas, except for that jugular he loved madly, he couldn't let that signs fade away: it didn't suit to him.
With a snarl he voluptuously bit his soft skin, torturing it for a long time, and when he saw it had become purplish red and superficially injured where the teeth had sank in it he bent his mouth into a sneer: here, here, finally, it was, the sublimation of passion and possession, here it was the mark Jack should always wear on him! That, and countless others, which would have always reminded him the bond that united them, and the affection a little authoritarian, but undeniably thoughtful, which Pitch felt for him.
With a sigh, the man moved slowly along the chest of the other, torturing him with his teeth and soothing the pain with little kisses, marking him with bruises and hickeys, continuing until there was no more immaculate space which could be violated.
Satisfied with his work he rest on his left elbow to admire the partner, and instantly, he moaned: Frost was a show of pure lust. His teary eyes half-closed in a dreamy expression, his flushed cheeks, the his continuous groans, his back arched to expose the bony chest, his legs obscenely opened, everything in him cried out in a loud voice the irresistible urge that animated him; his mouth, then, his rose mouth so sweet was literally driving him crazy: the boy, in fact, used it with dexterity, accepting his fingers deep in his throat, licking and squeezing them between his swollen lips, occasionally biting them and sinuously moving the head, miming the gestures he had done before, showing him with every move the pleasure he felt in seducing him like that and sending it to him with all the passion he could, trying to drive him mad in every way. The man, moreover, was really close to get mad, to the point that he mentally thanked Jack for having trapped him with the ice, preventing him to see what he was doing: if, before, he had been able to enjoy that view, he would have endured very shortly to his languid courting.
Shaking his head, in the attempt to pull himself together, Pitch pulled back his fingers, rejoicing in the other's little, frustrated moan and bringing them between his legs, then he penetrated him without any preparation: obviously he made sure to be as gentle as possible, in order not to cause him burning and unnecessary wounds, but nonetheless he proceeded without hesitation, determined to make him feel a little pain to let him know that, this day, he would have made him his in an all absorbing way, taking him at length and passionately, too starved by the period of forced separation to be able to hold himself back.
Immediately he had the unexpected but pleasant surprise of not getting the desired effect: the boy arched up, moaning in pure pleasure and opening his thighs a little to entice him going on, clearly relaxed enough not to need any kind of preliminaries; the Boogeyman, however, did not want to risk hurting him, furthermore in an area so sensitive, so, making violence against himself, he restrained himself, continuing to prepare him.
With an eager sigh he hid his face in the hollow between the shoulder and the neck of his partner, deeply inhaling his intoxicating scent, but this wasn't enough to distract him: holding himself back like that was a real torture. With every movement he sank without the slightest difficulty in that soft, hot flesh, and the desire to feel it contracting around his cock, rather than around his fingers, was becoming more and more unbearable; just when he thought he had waited more than enough, however, his wait was rewarded.
With a cry far more acute than the others Frost suddenly stiffened, visibly shivering and pulling the tentacles of darkness which blocked him so abruptly he tore one of them apart; fearing he had hurt him Pitch hastened to watch his face, but the grimace he saw was evidently not caused by pain: the partner had opened wide his eyes, but in an expression of surprise, and his pupils soon get dilated, leaving him blind and prey of the hot chills that went through him.
A grin of pure satisfaction came over the man's face: oh, he had heard about that spot so special that could make the boys feel an overwhelming pleasure, a secret whispered in the night by his victims who emanated an irresistible terror of being discovered while they united themselves in forbidden embraces, but he would never have thought that Jack had it! Not all the men were sensitive enough to have it, and some of them were so sensitive to suffer even the slightest accidental touch: it was for this reason that Pitch had never overdone, content to give him pleasure in a thousand other ways and giving up to verify if that rumours were true of false. However, now that he had accidentally ascertained it, facilitated by Frost's state of excitation, which had allowed him to stimulate him in a way he had never been able to do before, he would have taken advantage of it, exploiting it until he would have make him exhausted.
«You like it when I touch you here, don't you, sweetie?» asked the Boogeyman with a mischievous tone.
Immediately he touched again the hidden nerve he had found, and he smiled in seeing the boy jumping with a gasp, biting his lower lip so hard he almost cut it. Fearing he might hurt himself the man made him open his mouth and he covered it with a tentacle of the same darkness with which he created his own clothes, in order to force him biting it instead of his silky skin, then he stroked a couple of times that special spot with his fingertips; finally, make sure he had already memorized its location, he pulled the fingers out, opening his legs and penetrating him with a single, fluid thrust.
He half closed his eyes, arching his spine and letting out a releasing groan: oh, how much he had missed his little snowflake, how much nostalgia he had felt for those embraces! Physically coming together with him had never been a need or an obligation: what he usually needed was feeling spiritually linked to him, hearing his melodious voice talking with him, hugging him and covering him with kisses, but not necessarily going beyond, to the extent that they had spent periods longer than ten days without having sex; however, when it had happened, they had voluntarily decided so, and they had nonetheless kept company with each other in other ways. This time, on the contrary, the situation was completely different: the separation had been imposed by external causes, and Pitch had never felt a greater frustration by being denied something he wanted. Finally, after days of wearing wait, he had obtained it, and he would have made up for lost time, courting his partner in every way, bringing him to the limit over and over again, communicating him that he had suffered because of that separation in the only way he had the courage to use, letting himself be lured by that warm and cosy body which, probably, desired him more than he desired it.
Pulling himself together he looked down, staring at the teary eyes of Frost, who was breathing in haste, returning the look and quietly waiting; he caressed his stomach with a mischievous smile, brushing the skin with open palms, from the rib cage to the groin, then he moved the left on his hard cock and gave a strong thrust: with an eager sigh he saw him moaning and putting his legs around his waist, and, bending over him, he went on, deeply breathing his scent. It took him few other thrusts to find that special spot inside him: as soon as he hit it he heard Jack crying out against the gag, arching and hugging him so hard to impede his movements, and he stubbornly went on, continuing to sink in that hot flesh contracted by shivers of pleasure and caressing his growing erection.
Lost in the series of gasps the boy was letting out the man kissed his chest, to calm him, and, in a hoarse voice, he whispered directly into his ear: «Oh, Jack, how can the Spirit of the cold be so hot?».
Those languid words, together with the other things, were too much for Jack, who, tensing as the string of a bow, came for the second time, pulling the tentacles that bound his forearms and finally reducing to shreds the one which protected his mouth; slowing down the Boogeyman evoked a handful of magic sand, passing it on his abdomen to dry it up, then he picked up the pace, determined not to give him the slightest truce nor to make him loose the excitement.
Caressing his right tip with the open palm and tickling his jugular with his nose, in order not to make him forget that he could be as sweet and thoughtful as passionate, Pitch realized that the partner still tended to bite his lip between a groan and the other; he lightly kissed, but he realized that Frost would have not been able to follow him, so he gently grabbed his chin with his thumb and index finger and whispered: «No, Jack, do not torture your lips, they're so beautiful... Bite me, bite me with all the strength you have».
With difficulty the boy stared at his eyes with his blurred ones, confused, then he seemed to grasp the meaning of the sentence and, while continuing to sigh, he turned his lost expression into one full of mischief and desire, baring his canines. Smiling at him the man slid his fingers behind his head: pressing on his nap he draw him up to the soft hollow between his right shoulder and the neck, then, fearing that the position could be uncomfortable for him, he loosened the grip of the dark coils on his right forearm, so that he could free him. Jack immediately took advantage of this, throwing his arm around his back and hurriedly ripping the robe to the waist, then he clung to him, sinking his short and sharp nails short into his flesh and biting it.
With a gasp Pitch stiffened, pushing his chest against the partner's one and trying not to stop. He had never had to concentrate so much in his life to keep lucid: his whole body was shaken by exciting shivers more and more intense, and now all his movement were modulated to follow them and adapt to those which crossed the boy; breathing was becoming increasingly difficult for him, because the other hold him so tightly and possessively he didn't leave him space, and because he had hidden his head in the folds of his hood, whose ice had melted by now, and he couldn't break away, intoxicated by the scent of snow and sex he emanated, so intense as to make him dizzy. Without a doubt, though, what brought him to his knees were the languid and violent tortures which Frost subjected him to: every thrust of the man into his partner's body brought out one of his teeth in his shoulder, deep, strong, careless to reach sinews or muscles, devoted only to making him shiver and push harder; his nails, then, were not less so: since Frost had hugged him they tortured his back, occasionally stumbling in the protruding bones, scratching him from the shoulder to the side, leaving him burning cuts which continued to nourish the vicious circle of pleasures and pleasant pains exchanged.
Just when he perceived that his strength was failing Pitch felt the boy shuddering: he tried to rise up to leave him space, but the other cling to him almost desperately, stifling an acute and satisfied groan in a last bite, and, amazed and content, he realized that the other had just had his third orgasm.
Too exhausted for a wet pleasure Jack merely arched his back, standing in that position for few seconds and then collapsing on the ground; taking advantage of his pliability Pitch stopped, freed him and, leaning on his elbows, he looked at him: he was completely exhausted. His head was turned to a side, his crystal clear eyes blind and shiny, his cheeks flushed and wet with tears, his half opened lips stained with blood, his neck outstretched and bent in an almost unnatural position, his arms opened in the final surrender, his body completely abandoned on the moss, his legs spread and still stuck in the last shreds of his robe. That vision was sweet and mischievous at the same time: the confidence and generosity with which the boy was offering himself were undeniable, but his languid pose begged him to give him whatever he wanted, making him enjoy himself up to fainting, and that silent luring was exactly what the Boogeyman needed to go on.
With a sigh he returned with his back upright and he grabbed the partner by the hips, starting to penetrate him: now he could take it without the slightest difficulty, and Frost offered no resistance, merely quivering and weakly panting. Worn out by the embrace the man didn't last long and he reached the limit: with one last, strong thrust he came inside him, leaning towards him and moaning directly into his ear, enjoying the smile which saw in response.
With all his might he tried to move away, but he didn't manage to: with a snort he fell on his partner, modulating his breath on his one so as not to encumber too much on him and staying inside of him. Slowly he moved his arms to hold him into an approximate hug, as if to repay him for the much more warm and cosy one in which the boy had received him: at last he had found him, at last his little snowflake was back with him, and the embrace in which he had attracted him had soothed all the nostalgia he had felt. By now he knew for sure, the boy hadn't been away from him for so long for indifference: every look, every caress, every thrust and every sigh had showed him he had missed him a lot.
He allowed himself few minutes to rest, then he got up, leaving Jack and gently pressing his palm on his abdomen, in order to make him not feel a sense of emptiness; he carefully checked his, to be sure he hadn't hurt him, then he went back along his tortured jugular in an endless series of kisses, slowly waking him, and, when he reached his ear, he whispered: «Oh, Jack, if only you could see yourself right now... More that the Guardian of Frost you look like the Guardian of Lust».
Hearing that sentence the boy turned his head with difficulty, until he could stare at his eyes, then, chuckling, he said: «Oh, Pitch, I'm not the Guardian of Frost, I'm the Guardian of Fun. And, anyway, I said it to everybody: I'm snowballs and fun times...».
Pitch immediately burst into laughter, surprised by the unexpected response, and when he manage to stop he gave him a quick, chaste kiss, immediately stepping back to look at him again; Frost, however, stuck out his tongue to silently ask him to deepen the contact, but when he passed it on his lips he turned his mischievous expression into an amazed one and he demanded: «Pitch, is it your blood what I've just tasted?».
With a languid look languid the man answered: «Yes, Jack. If you want me to I can give you a hand to clean it».
Pushing him wawy the boy exclaimed, worried: «No, let me see: I wounded you and I didn't want to hurt you like this, I want to remedy, please!».
Puffing the Boogeyman said: «Do not be a mother hen! Fine, you can watch it, but you must describe it to me».
Still annoyed he turned his head and showed him the bite; Jack sent him a grieved look and he murmured: «I'm sorry, Pitch, I didn't think I was biting you so hard. However, you're pretty roughed up: the bruise is big, more than the bite, and I cut the skin with my teeth. I'm sorry, I...».
«Shhh, enough, Jack» interrupted him Pitch, putting his index and middle finger on his lips; «That bite is exactly how I wanted it to be, and there's nothing else to be said».
In response, the boy smiled, grateful and a little reassured, then he hugged him, but merely putting his arms around his waist without tightening the grip; unable to hold himself back the man teased him: «Too tired to properly give me a hug?».
Chuckling Frost replied: «Well, Pitch, what can I say: good thing that you didn't miss me, right? Otherwise, I don't know, I guess I'd be in some corner of your lair, still bound and gagged, while you, with a whip in your hand, abused me in every way, making sure to wake me up every time I fainted only in order to torture me again».
«Oh, but that's what will happen to you soon, Jack» said the Boogeyman with a mellow voice; «What I've done to you was just a little taste, to punish your rebellion. You have to be good, Jack, you have to be obedient, otherwise I'll have to punish you again».
At that statement the young man smiled, provocative, well aware that Pitch madly adored those moments when he took the initiative to amaze him, and he commented: «Did you know, Pitch? Santa Claus keeps a list of naughty children and I am the first one of them».
«I didn't have the slightest doubt» replied the man.
Smiling he drew him into a tender kiss, gently touching his reddened lips, making sure not to press too hard on the scratches in order not to cause him pain, and he softly stroked his tongue with his own one, drawing him into a slow but no less passionate dance; soon, however, he realized that Jack followed him with difficulty and had started to pant, so, moving away from him, he whispered: «Jack, you're exhausted: you need to rest».
The other whined and, although he was clearly exhausted, he started to protest: «No, I don't want to, I missed you so much, I cannot sleep right now, please...».
«Jack, Jack, don't be silly, you barely manage to keep your eyes opened» interrupted him the Boogeyman.
He stroked his cheek with the back of his fingers to calm him and, although he was flattered by his lovely behaviour, he continued: «I won't run away, sweetie, I'll stay here with you and you will see me again when you'll wake up, but now you have to rest. You're so beautiful when you sleep, let me watch you a little while you rest, and then dream with you».
He uttered the sentences with infinite sweetness, not caring at all to flaunt superiority and indifference as he always did on those occasions: when the boy was tired like he was in this moment he understood more the thoughtfulness that laid in those than the words themselves, and when he woke up he seemed not to remember anything, so Pitch could indulge in those cuddles without fearing they could be hold against him.
As he imagined Frost tried again to speak, but he barely managed to move his mouth, then, after few seconds, he fell asleep, his head still resting against his left hand. With a smile the Boogeyman watched him falling into the world of dreams, then he put his lips on his ones in a last farewell and he got up; he carefully pulled down his hoodie, in order to make him not feel cold, he closed his legs and made him lie down on a side, so that the stones of the ground didn't hurt his back; finally he laid down in front of him, weaving a soft blanket of darkness from the lower part of his robe, barely survived that embrace, and he draped it on both of them, from the feet to the waist. Oh, how much he appreciated those moments! His little snowflake was so beautiful, and the confidence with which he rested in his arms was so moving! He loved to have the possibility to look at him, hold him and thoughtfully cuddle him, sharing all the affection which he felt for him and which pride and fear prevented him from showing in the light of the sun, and it was for this reason that, despite he was exhausted, he was determined to resist as much as possible to the call of sleep.
Resting his forehead against his one, to share with him even his breath, then he started to gently scratch his nape, and when he suddenly felt something grabbing his arm he nearly shouted: leaping back a few inches he saw that his partner had waken up with a start, opening wide his eyes and panting. The boy stood motionless for a moment, then he looked at him with a gaze a little lost, but genuinely concerned, and he whispered: «You didn't answered to me».
Pitch, who had been, to say the least, shocked by that unexpected jump and who had seriously feared he had been surprised fondling him, had to firmly hold himself back in order to avoid bursting into a laughter; with a quick move he hugged Jack tightly and he whispered: «You 're mine, Jack, mine, and only mine».
Although his expression seemed still a bit confused the boy focused to listen to him and, hearing that statement, he smiled, gratefully, as he had also heard the unspoken words: "And I am yours, Jack, yours and only yours".
With a sigh he dozed off again, going back to sleep like a baby, as if nothing had happened, and the man let out a chuckle while he started again to caress his neck: he had really made his heart jumping with his sudden movement.
He settled down again among the clods of moss, in order to get back to enjoy his silent and unconscious company, but a rustling behind him disturbed him: annoyed he turned, snorting, looking around to find the source of the noise, and when he spotted it he opened wide his eyes with surprise and terror.
I hope you liked it ^^. I won't be at home from tomorrow to Friday evening, so, if you leave me a comment but I don't answer you immediately, do not get angry XD have a little patience, I will surely answer you on Saturday morning!
Hoping that my friend will manage to review the translation in the next day, I will publish the next chapter on Sunday morning ^^ see you soon!