Paper Lanterns NSFW (Patreon)

A/N Paper Lanterns is a community based IF game we do on Tumblr, taking place within the Night Market.  At the end of part 8, there was a choice to sleep with the character Malcolm. So of course we did. :)  Here is the paid content to that short.

While you get to choose your MC within the game, the cannon MC is male and Malcolm is trans (female - male). Please be aware, if you want to have a story written about your MC instead, you will need to contact me.

You thought about leaving him in this state. Would have served him right. Even stronger, was the desire to ask him to come with you. To forget the Night Market and the illusions it had to offer.

To run.

But that wasn’t an option for people like you.  You could never return home.  Didn’t matter how hard you tried, it never worked.  So you took comfort and joy when it came, and you tried your absolute best not to hate yourself for it.

Smashing your lips against his own, you bite at his lower lip, your tongue darting out, pushing past clenched teeth to find that perfect heat as you grab roughly at his hair.  You kiss him hungrily, feeling him respond in turn.   Hands beneath your shirt, he pulls upwards, calloused palms running up your spine until he can tug your tunic off in one tearing pull.  The air was cool despite the shafts of sun filtering in.  You could see the iridescent wings of small moths and dragonflies, flitting around in the golden light.

Beneath you, Malcolm gasps.  Your hand scrape up and under his shirt, tracing those familiar scars.  When he makes to turn his head away to hide, you grab him by the chin, squeezing tight. Slowly, you shake your head.

“You don’t turn away, remember?” It was an old argument and one that had ended with your eyes locked together that first time, as you two slowly fucked each other, letting the sweat drench your skin.  You wanted to remind him that now was no different, despite a year and some change sitting between you and that moment.

Your clothes are divested in a flurry of grabbing hands and blunt nails.  Sharp edges of teeth bite into skin, sucking bruises and marks that would last for days.  You want to see it on him. Want to see a sign that this wasn’t just another dream.  Pants down around your ankles, you take one tanned thigh, holding his legs open.  You stare down at him, feeling his gaze questioningly on your own.  He didn’t know how much you thought about this. How you woke at night, hard and aching, wanting to bury yourself in that wet heat.

When he reaches out, grabbing your cock, your head falls forward.  Something low curls within you as you feel your cheeks flush and your heart stutter in your chest.  You hang in one suspended moment, where all you know is the smell of him and the feel of his rough hands on you once more. There was no going back now.

“Fuck,” you mutter.

“I believe that is what we’re doing, yes,” he laughs against you.  His laughter soon turns into a low moan as you reach between your bodies, brushing between his thighs.  You watch as he pauses for a moment, savoring the feel of you once more. You push your fingers inside him, passing your thumb against his center while you crook your fingers upwards.   His eyes flutter in pleasure.  A flush appears high on his cheeks as he grits his teeth, eyes squeezing shut.  You couldn’t resist as you leaned forward, biting at his neck, knowing it would be a mess come morning.  Not that your own is going to be much better.

“Now,” he grunts, hand tight around you, pumping up and down with only sweat to guide his way.  It edged on painful, but you didn’t tell him to stop.  Climbing up on the desk, you position yourself above him, pulling your fingers free and tracing his lips.  The gasp he makes is filthy. The look in his eyes, sinful. And you want to make him scream.

Hooking his legs above your hips, you position yourself, pushing inside him with one smooth thrust. His hand comes up, curling around your neck in a tight grip as he writhes against you, fucking himself harshly on your cock. His mouth hangs open in one kiss bitten moan, and you feel yourself tighten already. It had been too long.

You wanted it to last.  More than anything, you wanted this moment to go on forever.  The two of you spread across his desk, the sunlight that was nothing more than an expensive enchantment streaming across your sweaty skin, both of you fucking each other harshly, a mess of limbs and scratchy beards and desperate hands that had never been ready to let each other go.

“Fuck,” he mutters, a litany of curses falling from his lips.  You are both consumed with a rush of yes yes yes and more.  A soft whimper echoes around you, and you aren’t sure if it is his or your own, but it doesn’t matter. It’s all too much too quick, and as you feel him tense, your own release floods through you at the slack jawed bliss that crosses his face.

You collapse, sweaty and exhausted against his chest, trembling.  Closing your eyes, you let out a shaky breath, curling your fingers within his dark hair.  Around you, the world stills. The soft glow from the garden window drapes over you both like a welcoming blanket.

For the moment, you two are silent.