Poppy rolled out of bed and Branch is already awake, moving around the bedroom quietly. Poppy makes a soft, questioning noise at him and Branch simply says "water," bumping her hip playfully with his own when he passes by Poppy to get to the kitchen. The teal troll leaves Poppy to brush her teeth. By the time she's back he's already in bed again, and she smiled softly. His long legs are bent at the knee, tenting the blankets over him and he's busy looking over their schedule for the weekend. When Branch feels the bed dip next to him as Poppy crawled in, he rolls over to look at her sweetly. His hair is a mess, going ten different directions, and it's second nature for Poppy to reach out and smooth it down. Second nature, too, is the way Branch catches her wrist and brings her hand down to his lips. Branch kisses Poppy's fingers and the cool, minty touch of his breath tells her he's already been awake for a while.
"You look weird when you sleep," Branch teases. His voice is deep and quiet, like he's still trying to wake it up. It's unbelievably sexy. Poppy's not about to tell him.
"You look weird when you're awake, what's your excuse?" The Pop Queen fired back, but there are goofy smiles on her faces that show the lack of bite in the words.
Branch makes a face, feigning hurt. "You're on it this early in the morning?" He says. "I thought we might take it easy today, just lay around and be nice to each other."
The Pop Queen wrinkled her nose. "That sounds horribly boring."
Whenever Branch is about to kiss Poppy there's a brief moment of apprehension that flashes across his features, like he's still nervous that she'll pull away. Poppy learned to meet him halfway. Branch's lips are soft and warm moving against hers, and their minty breath mixes together as they breathe each other in. The teal troll lets go of her wrist and drops his hand to her waist, already slipping his fingers under the soft material of the shirt she slept in. Long, delicate fingers slip over Poppy's sides and she gasped and laughed into his mouth when it tickles. The pink girl kicked Branch softly in the shin for it and he grins sheepishly back at her, apologizing.
Poppy moves onto her back and Branch follows, hovering over her. Branch kisses Poppy softer, quicker, and when she chased his lips every time he pulls away, he smirks.
"We don't have anything to do all day," Branch mumbles. He leans down and presses a single kiss to her neck. "We could stay here as long as we want." Another one, wetter this time, at her collarbone. Poppy feels her breath catch in her throat, feeling flush under the attention. "We can do whatever you want."
Poppy doesn't respond, just preen under Branch's soft touches and kisses that grow hotter, more pressing with each one he places on Poppy's bare skin. The pink girl whined softly when Branch pulls away again, arms reaching out to wrap around his shoulders and keep him close.
"Do you wanna fool around a little?"
Branch's voice is still low and there's a drag to it that makes Poppy shiver, but she still find it in her to raise her eyebrows and giggle. "Fool around a little? What are you, twelve?"
Branch smiled in response is as bashful as it is beautiful, but she only catches a glimpse of it before he drops his head and hides in Poppy's shoulder. "I thought that would sound pretty hot," Branch admits. Both of his hands are in her shirt and one moves a little higher to push up against Poppy's breast before giving it a gentle squeeze. The pink girl moans softly, and Branch turns his head up to kiss the shell of her ear. "So what do you say?"
Branch's fingers are inside of Poppy, pistoning in and out at an angle that has her crawling up the bed. The Pop Queen's legs fall open wider and her chest is heaving, moans tumbling from her lips on every exhale. The teal troll watched Poppy play with herself earlier and Branch mimics those actions now-with his tongue he flicks in the same pattern Poppy traced with her fingers but slower, more pointed and she feels like she could crawl out of her skin. With his free hand Branch pinches at one of her nipples just on the right side of pain while he massages her breast, and with every stunted noise that falls out of her mouth he presses in closer, pinches harder, fucks her deeper.
"God, baby, you're so good," Branch groans. She feels like she's going to pass out.
Poppy wanted to tell him that she's close but her brain can't seem to put the words together so she hook one of her legs over his shoulder and ride it out. Poppy must sound ridiculous, moans turning into whines that scale higher when Branch turns his fingers up and rubs relentlessly at her walls, hitting just the right spot-she knows he's into it. Desperation is rolling off of her in waves and the way she's crying out is bordering on humiliating, but Poppy feels Branch smile against her pussy, sighing contentedly.
"If you wanna come, then come," Branch says. His tongue moves against Poppy's clit messily now and she started shaking from how he's making it sound so simple, but he's not giving her quite enough. Poppy's so close and Branch knows it, it shows in his amused look that she takes as a challenge.
The Pop Queen grabbed Branch hard by the hair and drive her hips up into his touch and he moans at the shock of it-she doesn't miss the way he shifts, grinding against the mattress. Poppy hold his head in place and his fingers keep the same rhythm and then she's coming, hard and sudden. Poppy's eyes squeeze shut and she shouted, her back bowing. Poppy's legs flail out and she starts to push herself up the bed but Branch follows, keeping fingers inside her and his tongue slipping over her clit and between her lips to catch any wetness that leaks between them. When Poppy finally starts to come down from the intensity and shock of her orgasm she catches herself whimpering. It's embarrassing, but the way her ragged breaths shake when she try to silence them only makes it more clear that Branch kind of just rocked her world. The teal troll removes his fingers but keeps them cupped over Poppy's pussy,his middle finger sliding gently between her lips. Branch grins when he feels that she's still throbbing and moves his head up to kiss her hips, her belly, until her breathing finally evens out.
When Branch finally sits back, he marvels at the wetness dripping down his fingers. Branch watches Poppy then, licking his lips at the way she's still twitching, clenching from the force of her orgasm. When they locked eyes Branch smirks and brings his fingers up to his mouth but before stopping in his tracks like he's just thought of something. The Pop Queen watched and she feels the bed dip lightly when he settles on her side and presses his fingers against her already parted lips. She doesn't know where she goes when this happens-her eyes fall shut with a moan and it's like she's floated up above the bed and she's watching as Poppy sucks his fingers into her mouth. Poppy groans at the taste of herself and she feels a throb in her core.
"Do you like that?" Branch asks. He licks a stripe up her neck before pressing his open mouth against it, laving over the skin in something like a kiss. Poppy couldn't answer completely but she groans again and take his fingers in deeper, sliding her tongue between them to lap up the mess. It doesn't do much good and she knows that she's drooling now. It drips down his wrist but Branch doesn't seem to mind, happy to let Poppy sucks on his fingers while Branch threatens to litter her neck with marks Poppy told him he shouldn't leave.