Foggy With A Chance Of...

      They didn’t spend very long outside after the fact, only taking another look around the town before heading back to the inn. With boredom taking over him, Wraith left Izumi in the room alone to do some investigation of his own, only returning by the signal of the night. By this point, the room was nearly frozen solid and the heater was completely ineffective, so Izumi was tucked under a thick blanket and Wraith’s cloak, as ineffective as his efforts were.

“D-did you f-find any-th-thing?” His chattering teeth make it difficult to speak to Wraith, who barely entered the room.

“Nope, at least not without going to Hodaira ourselves. Someone did say that this is the worst fog they’ve had in awhile though. Wayy too chilly outside,” he sighs, “Are you alright? It’s a freezer in here.” Wraith removes his shoes and comes over, slipping under the covers with Izumi. Pulling him close, he rubs his arm and places a hand over his forehead. “Geez, you’ll catch a cold like this. Heater isn’t doing anything?”

“N-no.” 

Originally, Izumi thought that Wraith just so happened to be warm the day after they slept together, but now he realizes it’s a natural warmth. Even through the unbearable weather and his unaccommodating clothes, Wraith is still toasty and homely. Trying to absorb the heat from his body, Izumi holds Wraith tightly and buries his face, while Wraith continues to caress him to help gather warmth. Still, Izumi can’t help but remember the familiarity of this scene, thinking back to the night they slept together...

Actually...that might not be a bad idea.

He debated asking him directly, but predicting it’d be awkward, Izumi decided to just take the initiative for once.

     Shifting up to attract Wraith’s attention, Izumi leaned in for a kiss, to which Wraith wasn’t opposed, not that he almost would ever be. They started with light pecks, slowly moving into kisses of longer duration. 

It wasn’t often that Wraith anticipated intercourse, as much as he enjoyed the act itself. At some point, he felt consistently unsatisfied, with no one living up to the standard that Lavina had made for him. But now, he felt the once locked wheel beginning to turn. Gently clasping Izumi’s hand, he pulled apart from him and readjusted, sitting atop Izumi, who now laid beneath.

“Can you give me my robe? I’d rather you don’t freeze to death in the middle of it all.”

     A little reluctantly, Izumi removes the red mantle and hands it to Wraith, feeling the temperature drop in an instant, albeit temporarily. With a toss in the air, the robe dissolves into orange sparks and circles before finally reforming into a thick opaque canopy, blanketing the queen-sized bed. The darkness which filled the area after the fact was short lived, with small magical flames giving light. Now, the warmth was enclosed, and they could continue uninterrupted. 

With Wraith knelt over, Izumi was able to encase his arms around him. Once more they exchanged gasps, but this time around much more intimately. Strings of fluid transferred between their lips as a zealous desire to intertwine with the other rose. But, if there was one thing that Izumi would never grow tired of, it was Wraith’s tongue piercing, which he declined to vocalize his longing for as obvious as it was. A small part of him wishes that Wraith also had piercings elsewhere just to know what it’s like, but he didn’t care enough to ask. Wraith was already more than enough for him. 

Caught in the moment, Izumi’s hands began to drift and undo the buttons on Wraith’s dress shirt while Wraith removed Izumi’s tee and jacket. Finally, Wraith pulled away and sighed, his dress shirt hanging open for Izumi to see the enticing torso that lay beneath. Tenderness wasn’t what Wraith preferred, but he did so to accommodate for Izumi’s delicate figure.

Steadily, Wraith pulled Izumi closer by his waist, massaging his rear against himself.

“You should wear something sexier sometimes.”

Baffled at his words, Izumi’s ears burn in embarrassment at the suggestion, “W-what? -mm..” Wraith presses harder against him, the two becoming more aroused with each passing second.

“Well, I noticed that you didn’t try to take off my shirt both times, just undid it. Do you like it?” He lightly pulls back his teal dress shirt in a flirtatious fashion, now sneakily unzipping Izumi’s shorts.

Refusing to answer the question, Izumi attempts to redirect, “Is this really the time to ask me that?” 

In response, Wraith feigns a light thrust. 

“W-wait- ah- S-stop-” His words don’t have much will behind them, indicating his hidden attraction to Wraith’s actions.

“Do you really want me to? Your reactions are telling me otherwise, especially here.” Wraith unsheathes Izumi’s shameful but adorable risen length, nearly causing Izumi to look away in humiliation, getting a chuckle out of Wraith. “I never thought I’d think a dick is cute, but there’s a first time for everything.”

“S-shut up!” Reflexively, Izumi tries to ineffectively kick him, but Wraith holds his thighs.

“Hey, it’s a compliment. It’s not nearly as cute as you though.” Bending over, he places a hand beside Izumi’s hair and affectionately pecks his lips, Izumi semi-reluctantly accepting his indirect form of an apology.

Unfastening his belt, Wraith unveils his own shaft, which does everything but humble Izumi’s as it towers over him. Grasping both of their privates, Wraith begins to fondle them against each other. Gently, his hand shifted up, then down, and back again, pinching them together and treading the line between pleasure and pain. Izumi regained his hold of Wraith, gripping the nape of his neck and collarbone while Wraith’s breath caressed his face. Wraith lifted Izumi’s chin and their lips locked again, a soft sensuous exhale spilling out of their mouths between each kiss.

He pulled away and licked his lips, his face still only a few inches away from Izumi. “Hah… It’s much better when you look at me, as embarrassed as you might feel.” Just the suggestion was a lot for Izumi, considering how lustful and cocky Wraith’s gaze tends to be, but he figured trying to comply wouldn’t hurt; though he regretted it almost instantly as he felt his heart turn and quiver the moment he did so. Wraith was clearly aroused, much more than Izumi expected and could handle, slowly beginning to fear what's to come.

“Mmn-ah...Wraith...slow dow-mnh-” The cold weather outside was no longer of a concern, with
Wraith’s erotic massage leading to Izumi’s internal temperature to sky rocket as he quickly approached his limit. Wraith, sensing this, halted, letting Izumi catch his breath.

As he fully removed Izumi’s shorts, he poked fun at his comparatively low tolerance and snickered, his fangs peeking, “I wonder how fast you’d cum if I wasn’t so gentle with you.” Izumi was too defeated to respond, but his ashamed countenance said it all.

     After his rapid breaths decreased to a slower pace, Wraith lifted Izumi from the bed and into his arms so that Izumi was now straddling him. The hair across his body shot up as Wraith’s fingers traced out his spine until finally reaching his rear, slithering between and grazing his hole. A shiver jolted him upon the entry of his fingers, his hands desperately clawing Wraith’s back to cope with the sensation which he had yet to grow accustomed to. 

To help with the process, Wraith coated his fingers in saliva before insertion, which seemed to help albeit not as much as normal lubricant. Still, it didn’t take long for Izumi to sink into Wraith and relax, even though he still had difficulty restraining his voice. The sudden stroke of Wraith’s dick against his rear made Izumi's heart and soul jump, his voice a little frantic.

“W-wait, you’re not going to take off your clothes?”

“Pfft, that’s what you’re concerned about?” Wraith speaks in a lower, more sensual tone, and purrs, “Do you want me to?”

Concealing his ablazed face in Wraith’s shoulder, Izumi mumbles in a barely audible voice, “..no…” 

Like a loving owner to the adorable puppy, Wraith softly ruffles Izumi’s hair to help calm his bashfulness. Their fond moment is short lived however, as it becomes quickly consumed by salacity, with Wraith pressing against Izumi’s entrance yet not quite penetrating. He repeated this process of caressing and teasing entry before Izumi discerned his antics.

With a hint of desperation, he nearly falls for Wraith’s trap, “What are you doing? Just-” But he catches himself, though at this point, he already dug himself deep.

A sly smile is all that Izumi needs to understand where this is going. “Just what?” Wraith teases, knowing that he already won this battle.

“Just-! Y-you know!” Izumi tries to dance around it but Wraith only encloses him more.

“Beg.”

The words alone are enough to cause his heart to race and his body to flare. He presses his lips against each other in stress and contemplates if it's really worth it. Maybe if he was stubborn enough?

“N-no!”

“Alright, you can put your clothes on and go to bed then.” Wraith begins to lift Izumi off himself and unconsciously, Izumi halts him. Curiously, Wraith stares and smiles, clearly awaiting his response.

With a deep breath, Izumi recollects himself and tries to erase the memory before it can even begin. “P-please put it in.”

More than satisfied with his response, Wraith spares no further time to insert himself into him, as he does so in one quick motion rather than in his usual gentle manner, forcing an unanticipated yelp and moan out of Izumi.

“Ah~-!” Shock overwhelms him at the sound of his own voice and he covers his mouth, staring agape at Wraith, who seems to be sparing him the mockery for once, but his fervent aroused eyes spoke a thousand words. Both hands were firmly cupping Izumi’s ass as he guided his movements, starting easy in order to make up for his mischievous behavior from before, yet the longer these slow maneuvers lasted, the more impatient he became. Suddenly, he pounded harder, keeping the now impassioned and aggressive rhythm, preventing Izumi from holding back his moans any longer. Fingers fumbled for a secure grasp on his intimate partner while Wraith continued to drive himself into Izumi’s limits.

Heavily, Izumi panted in a struggle to keep quiet, but soon enough he didn’t care, only wishing to relieve the tightness in his chest. “Mnfh...ahh~-”

Wraith, at least thus far, has never outwardly moaned, not that he didn’t enjoy the sex. In fact, this was the most he’s ever enjoyed having sex with someone, as he never realized how much he enjoyed a line between cute and foxy until now, and there was nothing he enjoyed more than watching Izumi delicately walk that line. “Hah...Why don’t you...say my name?”

Already absorbed in his spell, Izumi doesn’t think twice before complying, “Wr-wraith..mmn~!”

A throb in his groin begged for more. “Again.”

“Wr-ah~nhm~..Wraith..~-!” Izumi continued to moan louder and louder. He was in love, at least lustfully. A stream of precum dripped down Izumi’s shaft and onto Wraith’s lower torso, with the same trickling out of his hole.

“Ahh~-! Wraith I’m-...mnah..~” The hold on Wraith grew tighter as they both reached their climax until finally a heaved breath from both concluded the act. Together, they were winded and attempting to quell themselves. It took Wraith a moment before he finally pulled out, a milky white substance still connecting their privates. When they finally calmed and Izumi recollected his scattered and absent mind, he realized this.

“....Did you...cum inside me again?” Although he asked, he already knew the answer, considering he could feel the remains, but he felt for it anyways, his hand retracting after barely grazing the lukewarm fluid.

“Yea..why?” Wraith leaned back, Izumi still on top of him.

“Y-you-! Why-!!”

“Because it turns me on, like how my piercing turns you on.” Teasingly, Wraith sticks out his tongue as if to demonstrate, but he doesn’t stop there. At their climax, Izumi had released himself onto Wraith’s torso, which Izumi failed to notice, but was immediately shown as Wraith coddled the remains with his fingers before finally licking it off and swallowing. It was as if Izumi had short circuited from an overflow of emotions, so he could do nothing but stare with his mouth agape.

“W-W-W-Why!!!!! Did you!!!”

“To see your reaction, but also…” Wraith lifted Izumi with ease, seductively whispering into his inflamed ears, “To show you that you have no idea what you signed up for when you agreed to sleep with me.” He flipped Izumi over, sliding his hand up Izumi’s back so that his ass protruded. “You should put your hands on the headboard.”

“W-wait! But we just-”

“I know we did, put your hands on the headboard. Or do you want to stop?” The press of Wraith’s large and surprisingly hard cock against his twitching, almost longing, ass was enough to influence his decision, so he complied, placing his hands on the headboard.

“Nmhgh..-!” There was no need for Wraith to put much force behind the initial insertion, as he slid in with ease due to the previous creampie. 

Unlike previous rounds, Wraith didn’t start slow for once, rather he vigorously pummeled into him from the get go. Wraith was right, he didn’t know what he was getting into. It was a first for Izumi to have a sexual partner that knew no boundaries, but, strangely enough, he didn’t object. Well, at least not after a false and futile attempt of doing so.

“Wai-mmnf- '' As though to quiet him, Wraith lasciviously locked lips with Izumi the moment he tried to speak, with his tongue twisting and dancing inside of his mouth. At that moment, any resistance that Izumi had left faded as he melted into Wraith’s warm and passionate embrace.

     Pulling away, Wraith devoted his attention to pleasuring Izumi from behind, thrusting into him over and over again, each thrust sending an amorous fiery jolt throughout his frame, with the occasional clank of Wraith’s belt buckle against his thighs only added to the sensation. A hand ran through his hair as he gazed upon Izumi’s naked back in great gratification, using the other to enticingly squeeze his rear. Wraith relished in the moment, taking a mental snapshot of the image, sighing with contentment at the alluring sound of Izumi’s rampant moans, his molten and provocative expression that implored for more, and the thuds of the headboard which struggled to provide support.

“Wraith..- mnfah~! Ahh~~!!” Already, he was reaching his limit. The mixture of Wraith’s zealous vigor and his sensitivity from before was more than he could take.

Lightly chuckling, Wraith licked his canines and only drove into him more violently. “If you keep that up...hah...we’re going to get a noise complaint you know?”

It was evident that neither of them cared though.

“Mmnha...Wrai-th-Ha~-...I can’t I-nnh...I’m-mnah~~!” The end result of his fragmented sentence is displayed through the now stained pillow cases, Wraith releasing himself into Izumi only seconds after due to the contraction on Izumi’s behalf. Once removed, an exhausted Izumi collapsed onto the bed, completely out of stamina. Sure, Wraith was panting as well, but he wasn’t out of energy. In fact, he looked even more energized, yet he noticed Izumi’s expiration and decided to calm himself. Some part of him felt a little guilty, watching Izumi, who looked like he was on a different plane, try and gather himself.

Wraith knelt over, delicately gliding Izumi’s coral locks out of his face, caressing his cheek. “Are you alright?” There was a sincere affection and sympathy behind his words, so Izumi stroked his hand in reassurance.

“Y-yea...I just...need a second.”

     Still not entirely convinced, Wraith picked Izumi off the bed in the form of a bride and carried him to the shower. A shiver ran down Izumi’s spine as soon as they stepped out of the enclosed canopy, remembering how cold the room is. To repay Izumi, Wraith thoroughly washed, cleaned, and dried him, even going to the extent of clothing him before finally setting him back in the bed after the sheets were replaced. Izumi, now tucked like a child under the blankets, trailed Wraith’s fingers as he sat upright on the edge of the bed beside him. Now that he had time to recover, he decided to ask again to be safe.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Wraith worryingly asked, his eyes resembling a forlorn puppy.

“I’m sure.” Izumi smiled. “Why are you so concerned?”

“Honestly, I don’t know.” Wraith looks away, a little embarrassed now that he puts his mind to his concerns. “I just hoped I didn’t upset you I guess. But I mean, if you didn’t like it you would’ve-”

“Told you before you even started.” Izumi completes his sentence.

“Right. I guess it’s just because it’s the first time I-.....nevermind.” 

It was obvious to Izumi that whatever Wraith wanted to say was something he wished to keep to himself for the time being, as he felt a sudden distance between them. There was a spectral thread that connected their souls, and through each act of intercourse, they both felt the thread shrink in size, inching them closer together. The shorter this thread became, the closer they got to the answer of the current lingering question: Why was Izumi paired with Wraith and what was Wraith lacking in his life? 

Though their interactions brought them near this answer, Wraith didn’t seem to want to know. No, not that he didn’t want to know. He was afraid to know. This fear was repeatedly reflected in his desire to consistently push Izumi away whenever he got close.

“Do you mind if I leave you for a second? I’ll be back before you sleep, I promise.”

“Sure, you don’t really have to ask. Where are you going though?”

“I need to take care of something real fast.”

Wraith didn’t elaborate any further, only adding to the distance that plagued the scene. Sealing the vermillion canopy, Wraith quietly left the room. However, the person to open the drapes following their closure wouldn’t be Wraith. Instead, it would be a different face that was familiar to Izumi.