The first time Branch goes down on Poppy, he's too caught up in everything to really think about it before he does it.

Not that it would matter, since he's pretty sure if he thought much about it, he'd just have to do it, right fucking then, so. Pretty much the same outcome, in the end.

Poppy just tastes so fucking—good.

Just, he doesn't even have adjectives for it except that it's fan-fucking-tastic and Branch wants her all over his tongue, wants his face messy with her. He wants to lick at her until Poppy's screaming his name, until she can't fucking take anymore and has to push him away.

Branch gets comfortable between her legs, settles in for the long run.

He doesn't understand why some men don't like doing this. He's heard from his brothers women say, "Oh, you don't have to," like it's a chore instead of his favorite part. What the heck kind of men were they with if they thinking.

Poppy's squirming a little. She's clutching at the sheets and he can tell she's trying to stay still, but her hips jerk and jolt and arch toward him every time he pulls away. The teal troll teases her for a while, licks and bites everywhere, everywhere, everywhere except her clit. When he finally presses a hard kiss to it, one of her hands lets go of the sheets to grab the back of his head so she can grind up into him. Branch gives her what she wants, staying there to swirl his tongue around her.

The Pop Queen says his name all breathy and drags both hands through his hair. When he hits a particularly good spot, she clenches her fingers and yanks and it hurts, but she's saying his name louder now, repeating it and he can deal with her pulling his hair as long as Poppy never stops saying his name.

Branch is very gentle while she comes down. He's not stopping, obviously, but he lets up a little, laps at her instead, just enjoying the way she tastes. How can anyone not want to do this? Poppy is so warm and wet and delicious in a way that has him so hard.

When Poppy can speak again—it takes a while, and he's proud of that—she hmms and squeezes her fingers against his shoulders. "Come up here."

The teal troll laughs into the crease of her thigh, because yeah right. Poppy pouts; he looks up at her from where he is and she's pouting, sticking her bottom lip out and it should not be so attractive, but it is, it is, it makes him bury his tongue inside her. Which, yeah, she's not asking him to come up anymore.

Branch thinks about sliding fingers into her, but he wants her just on his tongue for now. He's going to make sure he has many more opportunities to use whatever he wants, but this first time, just his mouth. It's more intimate, and messier, and he swears to god it's the greatest thing he's ever done.

Great, he's hard. He's pushing his hips down into the bed as he eats her out, but Branch doesn't even need anything else; he swears he could come like this, nothing more than his face in Poppy's sweet cunt.

The second orgasm is quicker, which Branch doesn't mind, and louder, which he loves. The Pop Queen's legs are completely wrapped around him now, ankles locked behind his back. They are unfairly nice legs, he thinks. He kisses one, then sucks hard.

It makes Poppy laugh, mostly breathless. "Get up here."

"Why?" Branch says, then goes back to leaving hickeys all over the inside of Poppy's thighs.

"It's your turn to come."

"Not quite yet, darling." The teal troll punctuates the thought by licking a stripe right down her center. "Let's give you another few first."

And he does, until finally Poppy gets him to stop by saying, "Goodness, Branch, I want you inside me." and wow, he's gotta give Poppy what she wants.