Poppy stirred awake before Branch does, roused by the clamorous patter of rain on her window, along with the looming iciness that pierces through the knitted blanket barely covering her shoulders. Apart from with the pallid gauze of dusk that had descended unto the living room, the only source of lustre is from the gentle glow of the television screen, now only displaying the closing credits of the film they had fallen sleep to.
Branch, however, remains in slumber, his hair fanned out on a bent arm beneath her head, his hand slack on the small of her back.
When she attempt to slide off the couch where they both lay, a firm arm suddenly bestirs itself around Poppy's waist and pulls her to his form.
With a conceding, beguiled sigh Poppy shifts to face him, curling towards his figure once more.
"We fell asleep."
Eyes kept closed, Branch responds with a bleary, "it's the weather."
Poppy nods, humming in agreement. Watching the tranquil rise and fall of his chest, she tangled her legs amongst his, rubbing for warmth. Poppy's fingers dance on the planes of his cheeks, the bow of his lips, and he lazily runs his palms on the goosebumps on her arm.
A soft groan emits from his throat as Branch closes the space between them even more, and she swear it reverberates on her skin when he quietly purrs on her neck, "cuddle weather."
"Careful, Branch. Your softness is showing."
The curve of his lips that Branch attempts to stifle is not missed by her eye, and Poppy cannot resist holding his cheeks in her hands, coercing him to finally flutter his eyes open as her lips descend on his pout.
The Pop Queen's chuckles are cut short when Branch suddenly deepens the kiss. His tongue, soft yet firm at the same time, delving past her lips to tangle itself with hers. His hands smooth the dip of her waist and up her back, disregarding the blanket that slides to the floor when Branch presses Poppy even closer to his chest.
Relinquishing control, Poppy allows Branch to settle himself on top of her. Delight blooms in her chest at the feel of his weight pressing her down and a hint of his bulge poking between her legs, and Poppy can't even help but thread her fingers in his hair.
Poppy chased the taste of Branch's lips when he pulls away, instead finding their way down her neck as his breath leaves her skin warm despite the chilly cold air. Branch reaches a hand up to cup her breast, brushing her pebbling nipples through her hoodie.
"Cold, baby?" Branch asks, to which she nodded, breathless.
"Don't worry, I'll warm you up."
Branch drags her zipper down leisurely and has to pause for a second, breathing out when he discovers the absence of clothing underneath that oversized hoodie she was wearing; Branch makes a mental note that she shouldget rid of her wardrobe but he knew that she wouldn't agree.
His hands enfold Poppy's breasts as if holding them for the first time, his lips leaving sultry kisses on her soft pink flesh before swirling his tongue around a rosy bud. Poppy arched her back in pleasure, moaning his name, and Branch proceeds to scatter blooms of purple on the valley of her breasts and down towards her rib cage.
His clothed dick twitches against Poppy's thigh, and she gently pry him from her chest before nimbly reaching her hands down to loosen the drawstring on his sweatpants, but Branch stops Poppy; he has other things in mind, for now. The Pop Queen tilted her head, perplexed, as he nudges her hoodie off one shoulder to kiss it, before tilting her down on the couch's soft headrest.
When Branch flits his fingers on the edges of Poppy's underwear, she hold her breath in anticipation.
Holding her gaze, Branch slips his hand beneath the waist of her panties and an airy moan at last emits from Poppy's chest as she feels his fingers slide in and sandwich your clit, stroking the smooth walls of her folds.
Slowly, Branch pushes two fingers past her entrance, wasting no time in curling them upwards and massaging her spot, causing Poppy's head to drop heavily against the cushions. Basking in the look on the female troll's face, Branch goes at a pace that makes Poppy's toes curl, dragging his long fingers against her walls and pressing a thumb on her throbbing clit.
Poppy feels her head spinning as she is near her peak, and Branch rests his head on her heaving chest to suck on it gently, in contrast to his fast, vigorous pumps. It isn't long before Poppy's shaking beneath him, nails dragging on Branch's blue skin as pleasure bolts in the pop queen's veins and she release thoroughly soaking her underwear.
Branch doesn't just stop there. Breathing hard, Poppy whimper as his hot mouth remains on Poppy's nipple while his hands restively yank her bottoms down her legs. Hastily, Branch then makes his way down in a shower of lips and tongue on her trembling skin, as Branch takes his place kneeling on the floor between Poppy's legs.
Leaving Poppy no time to regain her breath, Branch tugs Poppy's legs towards him and plunges his face in her still-sensitive core to lap at the aftermath of Poppy's recent orgasm.
"Branch!" his name tears through Poppy's throat as she grabbed at his hair in an attempt to push him away, but the overstimulation fades back to another bout of arousal that weakens her.
Poppy's body relents, hips canting upward as Branch pries her further open, taking as much as he can of Poppy into his mouth. His lips suck on Poppy's pulsing clit and his tongue delves into her entrance as Branch keeps a firm grip on her thighs, holding Poppy captive. The Pop Queen grasp blindly at the cushions as she rocks harder and harder into his face, ass nearly slipping off the couch. The lewd, wet sounds of his tongue against Poppy surround the room, inducing incoherent whimpers to cascade from your lips.
"Fuck, wait- yes- I can't- no, ah- baby- keep- going- !"
Branch sniggers at Poppy's delirious stammers, sending vibrations up her spine until, finally, a tremor erupts from between her thighs as she is sent over the edge once more. Branch feels Poppy's walls clench around his tongue, and unrelenting, suckles at her pulsating core as Poppy come down from her high.
Branch gives her throbbing clit one last kiss before heaving her weak frame back up the sofa until Poppy's lying comfortably again. Branch just smiles to himself as he surveys Poppy's fucked out expression, amused when she instinctively reach for his cock with half-open eyes.
Branch discards of his shirt as Poppy pushed down the garter of his sweats to wrap her hands around his length, pumping him once, twice, before sliding it up and down her slick folds, and Branch hisses as Poppy coat him with her release,Poppy's thumb swiping the precum building on his tip.
"Ah- I can't wait-" Branch whines as he brushes Poppy's hands away, readying himself to enter her but she pushed him back.
"You've done most of the work tonight, baby; let me ride you."
Without hesitating, Branch collapses on the couch, ultimately kicking off his sweatpants and planting his feet firm on the floor before helping Poppy to steady herself as she swings her legs on either side of his hips. Leaning down to meet his lips, Poppy wrapped her fingers once again around his hard cock, making him groan on Poppy's tongue.
With one hand holding the headrest and the other guiding him in her, Poppy sinking down bit by bit, taking in Branch's delicious girth that leaves Poppy winded. Branch presses his thumbs in circles on Poppy's inner thighs to spread her even wider, unable to resist the sight of his length stretching out her swollen, glistening pussy.
"Fuck, baby, that looks as amazing as you feel," Branch breathes out, sliding further down on the cushions to take in the spectacular view of Poppy leaning back slightly to position her hands on his knees behind he, Poppy's open hoodie slipping from her shoulders, and her breasts jutting out as she gyrate her hips against his.
Poppy's succeeding orgasm builds indubitably faster than her previous ones, but she was determined to make Branch come before she does. In a swift motion, Poppy incline herrself on Branch's chest to suck on his lower lip, fingers lightly grazing his nipples. Poppy tighten her walls around him, the change in position allowing a deeper reach as Poppy continues to grind on his dick and inducing low moans from the back of his throat.
The way his head hammers the perfect spot inside of the Pop Queen over and over is becoming too much for her to bear; Poppy's entire body feels like it's on fire inside and out, and Branch can feel it.
"Ah- let go, baby," Branch soothes, to which she shakes her head frantically.
"N-no! Not until you-"
"I'm not far behind, I promise- fuck!" Branch assures her, craning his neck to catch one of Poppy's bobbing breasts in his mouth. "I want to feel you cum on my dick-"
With that, Branch grabs Poppy's thighs to keep her in place as he snaps his hips up into her fervently, each thrust dangerously pushing Poppy to the brink. A second later, the pink girl falls apart for the third time, his name ripping out Poppy's throat in a string of sobs as electricity burns through her. True to his word, Poppy's convulsions spur him towards his own peak and Branch falters and freezes against her, his head buried in grunts on Poppy's chest as his release fills her tight walls in hot spurts. Despite Poppy's feeble state, she rocks her hips to help him ride out his high, feeling the slight drip of his cum down her inner thigh.
It takes a minute or two before Poppy finally gained control of her own breathing, and she could feel the soft pounding of Branch's chest in rhythm with her own. Branch kisses the side of her head, gently tugging the sleeves of her hoodie back up her shoulders. Feeling him start to slip out of her, Poppy tightened her thighs around his hips, keeping his spent dick within her walls.
"Let's stay like this for a while."
"You like keeping my cock in you, princess?" Branch teases, brushing a lock of hair from Poppy's forehead before twirling it in his finger. She responded with a single roll of her hips against his, causing him to groan in her ear.
"God, you're cute."
Branch keeps one hand around Poppy as he feels around for the fallen blanket with the other, asking, "are you still cold?"
"I'm warm," Poppy murmur, burying her face deeper in the crook of his neck, savouring the feel of his breath on her back, Branch's arms around Poppy, and his cock tucked snugly between her legs.
"Very warm."