Finally I found Mathew in his room. I knocked lightly on the door.
"Y-yeah?" I heard him stutter.
"It's me. Can I come in?"
"Sure, I guess." Mathew didn't seem confident, which was out of character for the energetic boy.
I opened the door. Mathew's bedroom was warm and playful. High shelves nailed into the walls were lined with varying stuffed animals. His bed covers were a light blue and white striped, and his sheets were white. The matching curtains were drawn over the widow, blocking out the sunlight. Upon the desk lay an opened puzzle box, only the border and part of the corner were completed. The rest of the pieces were still in the box, the picture on the lid was propped up against the lamp. Mathew's puffy, brown jacket lay discarded on the floor.
Mathew was sitting on the bed, facing away from the door. He had his knees pulled up against his chest, and his face was hidden between them. Wrapped tightly around his legs, his arms seemed to shake slightly. As I approached I noticed that Mathew was sweating.
"Hey Mathew, I brought you breakfast," I said soothingly.
He looked up and over his shoulder at me. Forcing a smile onto his face, he took the plate from me. With a shaking hand he cut a small triangle out of the stack and tried the pancakes. "Hey, this is pretty good." Even with food in his mouth I could hear his voice was only feigning its usual brightness.
"If you aren't feeling well you shouldn't miss a meal. You will only feel worse," I commented.
Mathew nodded. I sat down on the bed, facing away from Mathew. Examining the shelves more closely I began to notice the distinct shapes of the stufties. Most of them were unrecognizable creatures. They seemed like something out of a fantasy movie. Some had wings, others had long, curving horns. One even had six legs. I marveled at the toys while Mathew ate.
"How did you come by these?" I finally asked, my curiosity peaked.
"I make them, that's my special power. My brothers and I all have a special power that's different from the others. I can create things out of nothing."
"Wow, I'm impressed."
"Here, let me show you." Some of the energy had returned to Mathew's voice.
Mathew turned towards me and set his half eaten stack of pancakes on the bed. Then he pressed his hands together, almost like he were praying. Clenching his eyes shut and concentrating hard, Mathew seemed to be gathering power between his palms. After a moment he unfolded his hands. Laying in his open palms was a small figurine of a dragon. The design was intricate, and the dragon's eyes sparkled like gemstones. Mathew smiled for a moment, then he grimaced. He leaned forward as if he had been struck in the stomach.
"Mathew, don't exert yourself," I tried to comfort him.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He was crying.
"What for?" I asked coaxingly.
Mathew lifted his face towards me. Tears and sweat mingled on his cheeks and his eyes darted back and forth in a panic. His curly black hair was wet around the brow. I felt a pang of sympathy for the young incubus.
"I- I touched you." Mathew's light blue eyes were still searching my face for something.
"That's hardly offensive Mathew." I was doing my best to reassure the distraught boy.
"But I wanted," his voice was trembling. "I wanted- I wanted more."
My genitals gave a little lurch. This sweet boy wanted me sexually? I found this enticing. "What's wrong with that?"
"It's not fair to use my powers on you like that," Mathew said hurriedly.
"Did I seem upset?" I asked.
"No."
"Did I pull away from you?"
"Well, no."
"Did I ask you to stop?"
"No but-"
"Then what are you sorry for?"
He stopped speaking. I could see the confliction swimming in his eyes. Mathew was a sweet, energetic and alluringly happy man. If I could, I wanted to drown myself in his presence and escape all the evil in the world. Immersing myself in that genuine joy would surely brighten my life, if it could anyways. At the moment, he needed something. I felt empowered since I could provide for him, support him in this time of need.
"Why do you assume I would be so opposed to your advances?"
My question seemed to clear away some of the conflict in Mathew. Encouraged, he sat up straight. Then he crawled over the bedding towards me. Determinedly he swung his leg over my lap and straddled my hips. In this position he was able to lean over me, placing his palms on my shoulders. I observed him calmly, making no move to deter him.
"So, if I did this, you wouldn't be upset," he whispered.
Mathew's eyes were dilated. He may have been nervous and shy a moment ago, but longing now replaced the fear. Yet, he still swayed lightly before me, as if just sitting up was causing him nausea. My protective instinct kicked in. I wanted to wrap my arms around Mathew and chase away all his pain. If giving him some sexual attention could help the boy, I wanted to provide. Lifting my hands off the blanket, I caressed Mathew's sides. Soft fleece greeted my fingertips warmly.
I shook my head. "No, I'm not upset."
He began to lean downwards. Slowly, Mathew's bright eyes grew closer to mine. Our gazes were locked in hope. His desire was evident on his face. Closer and closer he came. My chest tightened with anticipation. Then he stopped, Mathew's mouth hovering inches away from my lips. Tantalizingly he waited, drawing out the moment agonizingly. The teasing caused my lips to begin to quiver. Eagerness stimulated me further.
Then his eyelids drooped. Mathew slumped over and buried his face in my neck. Every part of his body relaxed, almost like he had given up. I let out the air I didn't realize I was holding in. Carefully I cupped a hand to the back of his head. Mathew's black locks were soft, if a little bit damp. Gently I lowered myself backwards, guiding Mathew along with me, until I was laying on my back. He remained crouched over me, elbows and forearms pressed to the bedding, rear end pointed upwards towards the ceiling.
Quietly, Mathew sniffed and trembled. I took my free hand and began rubbing slow circles into his back.
"Hang on," he gasped out. "It just hurts."
"Take your time," I replied, continuing my stroking.
Soon his breathing steadied. Strength seemed to gather in his arms again. He pulled away from my neck. His black hair fell forward towards me and framed his face. A mischievous smile was curling into his mouth. His eyes glinted playfully as he said, "Now, where were we?" Mathew's voice was humorous, along with a hint of lust, as he feigned forgetfulness. I could still see faintness emanating from his demeanor, but he was determined to hide it.
"I think you were about to kiss me," I said, entranced by his playful rouse.
"Oh, right." Mathew pretended to remember.
Then he lowered his face to mine, pressing our lips together steadily. My eyelids instantly dropped. A rushing sensation emanated from my groin while a faint tingle spread down my neck. Finally, Mathew was kissing me. The smell of pheromones wafted over me, surely augmented by Mathew's sweat. I was intoxicated by the embrace, but this wasn't enough, I wanted more. Subtly I parted my lips, hoping he would understand the signal.
I was disappointed when Mathew pulled away from me. Withdrawing only a couple of inches he peeked at me thought his eyelashes. His mischievous smile lit up his face. Watching me closely, he slowly licked his lips. I let out a yearning whimper imagining that tongue inside my mouth. Mathew's smile widened.
"My my, eager are we?"
How could I not be with all this taunting? I thought.
Mathew bent over again and started kissing my neck. I tilted my chin away to allow better access. My breathing was speeding up. Little, prickling tingles were dancing over my ribs, climbing further and further down my body. My groin felt tight, and I squirmed. He had pinned my thighs together with his knees in a constricting manner. I wanted desperately to open my legs. The entirety of my mind was focused on Mathew's affections as he continued to kiss me, ignoring my attempt to free my legs.
His tongue slid across my skin, leaving a trail of tickling saliva from my collar bone to just behind my ear. I felt a high pitched wine gather in the back of my throat. Please, I thought, please put that in my mouth. I felt impatient, I was losing my restraint. Any moment I was sure I would grab his face and just kiss him myself. Before I could, the warmth from my neck disappeared. I was breathing rapidly through my mouth, the stimulus causing my heart beat to quicken. Not having time to open my eyes to see where Mathew had disappeared to, a warm pressure touched my lips.
Finally, his mouth was open, his tongue ready for me to play with. I responded eagerly, twisting my tongue around his mouth. This time Mathew was not slow, but passionate. His head was tilted to the side and he reached deep inside me. To my surprise I felt a light tickling at the hem of my shirt. A warm hand ghosted over my skin pulling my focus unwillingly away from the kiss. Slowly, tenderly, Mathew pressed the palm of his hand into my stomach. A tingling warmth melted into my skin as he slowly drew his hand upwards. He paused before each rib, as if counting them on his way towards my bosom.
Mathew's tongue was unrelenting in my mouth. It swam and danced, our saliva mingling. I could taste the faint flavor of maple from the pancakes. My back arched as a gentle thumb traced across my sternum. There was a divide in my mind. Half of my brain was concentrated on the hand under my shirt, the other half focused on the penetrating kiss. As I grew accustomed to the sensations my mind began to regain control of my body. I lifted my hands from the bed, reaching towards the bottom of Mathew's fleece. My probing fingers began to explore his skin just underneath.
In response, Mathew quickly grabbed both of my wrists. He pinned them down to the bed above my head and pulled away from my face. For a second I was worried I had gone too far, overstepped some kind of bound. Then I saw the expression on his face. Dilated eyes accompanied a satisfied smirk.
"Do you want to see?" he asked. Mathew's voice had become husky.
Did I want to see? See him, shirtless above me? Yes, absolutely. No doubt about it. Uh-huh. Say yes. I breathed out, letting out a whispered "Yes."
Mathew's smile broadened. He released my wrists and pulled the blue shirt over his head. The skin beneath was marvelous. He was pale and smooth, not a blemish in sight. Muscles were apparent under the skin, making clear curves flow over his hips and point downward below the belt line. Bushy black hair sprouted from his armpits in dark contrast to his untarnished chest. Mathew looked so soft and warm.
I squirmed lightly, tense excitement building in my abdomen. Mathew looked down to me, still smiling his mischievous smile. I'm sure the expression on my face conveyed my desire clearly. I wanted to know more. How did he feel? Was he as soft as he looked? My arm lifted slowly off the bed. About halfway to his chest, Mathew caught my hand in both of his. Immediately I was disappointed. Was I not allowed to touch?
His smile continued as Mathew slowly brought my fingers up to his face. Then he did something I didn't expect. He placed my middle finger between his teeth. Giving me one final grin, he began sucking tenderly on the digit. His eyes fluttered closed like he was enjoying himself. My finger felt comfortable against the cushy tongue. Warmth covered my finger in a reassuring manner. He sucked and pulled gently as I felt my face heat up. This was hot.
His tongue swirled around my finger. I swallowed hard. My face was burning, tingles were vibrating up and down my wrist. Gently he rubbed my fingers, repositioning them to bring a second digit into his mouth. I couldn't take my eyes away from his face. My chest felt heavy and my breathing was slow.
"Mmm," Mathew let out a contented hum.
Lude slurping sounds were audible from the boy as he pushed his tongue between and around my fingertips. Saliva began to drip into my palm. The sensation was unbelievably good. I wanted to know what else that tongue of his could do to me. With a final, firm draw Mathew slowly removed my fingers. He opened his eyes and looked at me. Satisfied with what he saw, he gave me a kind smile.
"I think that's enough for now," he said. His voice had its usual vigor restored.
"Oh… does it have to be?" My voice sounded breathy.
"Yeah, we have to save something for next time after all." Mathew winked.
Next time? I felt my groin lurch at the thought.
He dismounted my lap, rolling over to lay on the bed next to me. His knees bent over the edge of the mattress, allowing his legs to swing freely. Tucking his hands under his head, he turned his face towards me.
"Thank you Mika, I feel much better now."
"Haha," I laughed breathily. "I feel like I'm the one who should be thanking you."
Mathew smiled and turned his attention back to the ceiling. He was adorable. I forced my breathing to steady. Absentmindedly I put my fingers to my lips. Just the thought of what had happened caused a stirring in me. If he was done I had to cool off. He gave me time before saying anything. Once my pulse had returned to resting rate he asked me a question.
"Hey Mika, are you still gonna teach me to play one of those board games in the gaming room?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I?"
"Great!" He sat up, resting his hands between his legs and leaning forward. "Can we do that today?" Now who was the eager one?
"Maybe. I have some more unpacking to do. How about we talk about it after dinner?"
"Alright." Mathew returned to the other half of his pancakes.
After a few more minutes I excused myself from his room. I was still horny, and had to slap my face a few times with my hands to redirect my thought process.