Branch's kissing Poppy along her right collarbone. One hand cupping her breast as it squeezes a bit—not enough to hurt, but just enough pressure that has the pink girl sighing from it. And, her eyes flutter close. His other hand hidden between her bodies, trapped from the angle he's in. Poppy's hands grip the book—the one they were reading together before Branch started slowly tracing a hand up her stomach. His fingers soft-like, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
The teal troll bites down against the juncture of Poppy's shoulder and neck, and squeezes her boob.
The pop queen's eyes open from the sensation. Poppy looked at him. Blue eyes danced with mirth and Branch smirked against her pink skin as he nipped the same spot again. The Pop Queen smack him with the book with a sigh.
Branch gives Poppy another grin before rolling on top of her. The teal troll blows raspberries against her neck and she huff and giggles from the sensation. The book slips from the pink troll's fingers and her hands come up to his hair. Poppy whispers his name.
The teal troll pulls up, and looks at Poppy. Her breath hitch from the way his blue eyes shined with something that she rarely sees from him.
The blue that meets her is warm like the entire sky decided to make a home in him. Like the peaceful waves from the ocean decided to bottle itself up and live in his eyes. Like...like...like Branch wanted to be a home for Poppy. And, he was. Poppy wonder if her eyes say the same thing. That this was a home they both built and that she saw the stars and moon in him. That Branch meant home. Love.
The pop queen leaned up and Branch leans down.
Poppy kissed him. And kissed him. And kissed him. Until, all she knew was his breath, his scent and his taste.
Branch presses against her and she pull him down, trying to close any space between them both, like she wanted to feel nothing but him. But then, Branch pulls back.
"Let me worship you, my love." All Poppy could do was nod.
The teal troll kisses Poppy again, steady and deep. He nips her lip as he pulls back. Poppy's chest heaves. Her fingers trap between his locks and he smiles. Branch's gentle smile that is reserved just for Poppy. It makes him look younger, boyish, like the past few years stripped away from him. Like the gentle man, you know he can be. It was the smile that made her fall in love with him. Poppy wanted to kiss it. She wanted to catch that smile and keep it safe.
The Poppy's fingers fall from his black locks, and she traces the staples along his cheeks. Gentle. Branch rarely lets you touch his face, but it seems that tonight he's allowing it. Allowing himself to be trapped in this cocoon, in this bubble they both created.
Branch moves his head slightly, kissing the palm of her hand. His stare never wavering from hers. Branch slowly begins to kiss his way down her arm. Kissing Poppy along her collarbone, nipping at her neck. All she could do is sigh from his touch. Branch kisses Poppy down her chest. His fingers light as they move, almost like a ghost of a touch that leaves her body begging for more. Branch kisses Poppy everywhere.
When he gets to her stomach, Poppy's breath hitch. The Pop Queen could feel him smile against her skin.
The teal troll tongues her belly button. Kissing and licking across her stomach leaving love marks all over. Slowly nipping his way. Branch is far too gentle, but goodness, she can feel herself getting wet with each kiss. Branch starts against her inner thighs. The Pop Queen squirmed from the sensation. She wanted more. She needed more.
Branch hitches one of her legs up. Hooded eyes with pupils blown. He places it over his shoulder. And, he sends Poppy a smirk that has her melting into the bed.
Branch's still looking at Poppy under his eyes. A finger slips into . Her eyes flutter close, and she let out a breathy moan. His lips continue peppering kisses and bites along Poppy's thighs—leaving marks that only she and him will know about. Marks that remember his lips against her skin until he decides to take you again.
His finger languidly pumps in and out. Before Poppy knew it, she had three fingers in her. Branch's tongue pushed in along with his fingers. He licked and sucked and Poppy kept repeating his name like a prayer. One hand clutched the bedsheets and the other his hair.
Poppy's buildup was slow and unexpected. She came from his fingers and mouth. She wanted more. She needed him in her. Branch continued pumping his fingers, until felt another heat pool in her stomach.
The Pop Queen whispered his name.
Branch pulled out his fingers.
He kisses her. Poppy pleads against his lips. He shushes her between pecks. His fingers brush away the sweaty matted hair, and she looks at him and Poppy softly say his name. He kisses her again.
Poppy's fingers in his black locks and she pull him against het.
Please please please.
The pop queen felt him push inside her. She gasped. The survivalist waits before he continues. Poppy wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him deeper. His forehead touches hers. The couple both huff and look into one another's eyes. Poppy wanted to feel every inch of him. He removes an arm of hers from around his shoulder.
Branch weaves their fingers together, placing her locked hands next to her. The teal troll begins to thrust. Deep, shallow thrusts. Poppy's eyes locked with his. Their tangled hands remain locked and they both give gentle squeezes.
Poppy sing his name between moans. Between him pulling out and slowly thrusting in again. Branch was taking his time taking her apart. She never felt this much love before. She never thought Branch would show this side of his, not with everything they've been through. But, he is. He's there whispering words of compliments about her body, whispering his devoted love. And, she whisper it back. Poppy cupped his cheek and pull him for a kiss. Poppy swallowed the moan of her name as Branch thrusts deeply into her. The pink girl could feel him fill her up and she comes with a strangled moan and a panting.
The survivalist maneuvers Poppy and they're both sitting on the bed—him still inside Poppy and never breaking the kiss. Poppy moaned from the sensation and Branch swallows that. His arms wrap around her waists, pressing the pink girl closer to his body and her arms wrap around his shoulders. Branch's fingers hot against the small of her back, and hers against his nape, twisting strands between each digit.
Branch begins to thrust up into Poppy. Squelching noises mix in with the moans. She feel some of his cum coming out of her and she feel herself clench around him. Poppy wanted to keep every single drop inside of her.
Poppy began to meet his slow thrusts. Moans, huffs of breaths and slaps of skin filled the air.
The teal troll's finger wipes away the tear that spilled from Poppy's eyes, and he kisses her hard.
Poppy breathed out his name as she clenched around him, Poppy came again. Her strangled moan against his neck. Poppy kissed his throat, licking against the edge between his normal skin, kissing gently at his face. Poppy wanted him to feel equally as loved as he made her feel.
Branch pulled Poppy from kissing the marks she left on him, and kissed her hard as he thrust one final time and came deep. Branch's fingers pressed against Poppy's head. He kissed her as he kept moving until he stopped.
Branch flopped backwards bringing Poppy along with him. The Pop Queen laid there with her head against his chest. Listening to his heavy breathing and the slowing hum of his heart. She wonder if he can feel her own thumping heart against him. Poppy kissed his chest. She tried to roll off him as she felt Branch's softening dick inside of her. Poppy wrinkles her nose against the sensation, but his arms stopped her. Branch rolled them both to be side-to-side.
His blue eyes dance over your face. His finger came up to trace against her cheek. Branch presses his forehead against hers. Blue eyes peering into hers. Branch looks scared. He looks vulnerable. Branch smiles.
"I love you," the teal troll breathes out.
Poppy's breath hitches. She knew that Branch accepted his love for her. He accepted this version of home. Poppy knew that it took everything in him to say those words. To trust her with his heart, like she trusted him with hers. Poppy knew that her feelings are hard and fast for Branch, and she knew he felt the exact same way.
"I love you, too."
Both of them are smiling against each other's lips. Knowing that there's no turning back. They kiss each other until Poppy could only taste his name.