make a wish

{🔭} - Madoka got a worried look on his face. Did he ask the wrong question?? “I do want to keep kissing!! I do!! I just–” If they kept kissing, he didn’t know how long he’d be able to last… down there… “I don’t want you to have to um… d-do anything you don’t want to do…” He flushed even harder and began to fidget. They were both inexperienced, especially when it came to sexual encounters with other people. 

Oh man and his pants were starting to feel tight just thinking about doing things… dirty things… with Sherman… Madoka whined a little bit.

Oh? Madoka...did want to keep kissing? Then...did he want to do it differently, or...? Sherman blinked as the other boy spoke. Madoka didn’t want him to...have to do anything he didn’t want to do? The blond’s expression became confused. He didn’t know what the other was...

Sherman’s train of thought trailed off as he looked at the boy. The way Madoka was flushing so deeply, fidgeting...and then the other whined softly. The sound sent a little jolt up Sherman’s spine. Did...did Madoka...want to do something...more than kissing? Was that what he meant? The thought had the blond turning even brighter red.

{🔭} - It didn’t seem that Sherman minded the way Madoka’s own body was… reacting… he even pulled him closer, resulting in another moan from him. He was rubbing against Sherman’s front… the sensation sending very nice tingles all through his body. Oh, not to mention the taste of Sherman’s tongue as it ran over his… the smell of Sherman so close… The need for air…….

Madoka pulled back with a gasp, panting as he looked up at Sherman. Wow… were Sherman’s eyes always so blue…? His hands gripped the other’s shirt tightly, trembling slightly. “What… what should we do now…?” He wanted to keep kissing but… it couldn’t last forever, right…?

Madoka suddenly pulled back, the pair of them panting and flushed as their eyes locked. Sherman could still feel the other’s lips on his, sensitive and tingling from all of their kissing. His own fingers absently gripped at the back of Madoka’s shirt, and the question caught him off guard.

Send “Wet Dream” and give My Muse a short but detailed Wet dream involving another Muse, see how they react when they wake up.

He suddenly jerked awake, eyes popping open with a shuddering gasp and a moan. A hand lifted, brushing back through his damp hair, and he stared at the ceiling for a moment in a daze before snapping back to reality. Then he sat up quickly, heat flooding his cheeks.

Oh, god. It had felt so...real. And Madoka’s moans...were so cute. His precious face...seeing him so worked up, feeling good. And...Sherman couldn’t get the image of the boy’s bouncing chest out of his mind. He suddenly brought his hands to his cheeks, slapping sharply and shaking his head.

{🔭} - There it was… Madoka leaned into it as much as Sherman was pulling, feeling their mouths move together again… His hands braced themselves on Sherman’s shoulders, his legs straddling the other’s lap as well. He listened to the sounds they were making, and suddenly felt a stirring from deep within him. Oh… guess it just needed a little more time… Wait.

He moaned into the kiss, not wanting to stop but hoping that Sherman didn’t feel… that… but it was hard not to especially when they were sitting like this. 

He allowed his little moans to come more freely now, getting more comfortable with the entire experience. It just felt so good...being close to Madoka like this...feeling the other’s warm frame pressed against him...so soft and comfortable. His hands slowly lowered and moved to the other’s waist, holding him close...and then he felt something that made his chest tighten in excitement.

Sherman slowed a bit in their kiss, eyes cracking open for him to peek at the other boy. Madoka didn’t show any signs of wanting to stop...and the blond certainly didn’t want to. He’d already been the first one to get...excited...and he wanted Madoka to know that it was okay for him, too. More than that...it made Sherman feel rather...pleased that the other was reacting like that, as well.

{🔭} - Madoka smiled shyly and looked away from Sherman, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. “Y-yeah… I am…” It felt… right… Like their bodies were two matching puzzle pieces… He glanced back at Sherman, more specifically, Sherman’s lips. “Um… are we gonna kiss again…?”

{🔭} - Madoka watched impatiently as Sherman got comfortable, but tried not to show it. Maybe Sherman wouldn’t like it if he knew Madoka was impatient… This needed to happen right and– oh he was tugging on his hand! Madoka nodded while biting his lip and awkwardly crawled over onto Sherman’s lap. He hoped he wasn’t too heavy…

“H-how’s this…?” Oh dear his face was as red as red could be! 

{🔭} - Madoka may have whined when Sherman pulled away again. He didn’t want to stop kissing. His eyes opened partly. “…Huh?” Did Sherman just ask… And suddenly the blush came back full blast. Sitting on his lap… That would be… very VERY intimate!! 

He nodded quickly, looking around for the couch. He… wanted to sit on Sherman’s lap-!!

{🔭} - It may have been just a second or two of silence, but to Madoka it went on forever. A long silence that filled his mind with what-ifs. Maybe he said the wrong thing. Maybe Sherman really didn’t like him that way. Maybe…

But then he was being held again, kissed again, and Madoka practically melted into it. His hands gripped tightly, afraid to let go. He hoped he wasn’t doing it too tight though… Under all that chub was some strong muscles. But he let out a relieved little moan to show that he was happy… happy with Sherman…