#stormtom

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Their head hits the ground hard, and Storm is towering over them before they can even think to escape his grasp. He pins their wrists above their head with one hand, straddling them with his full weight.

Definitely no chance of escaping now.

"I wanted that orange." He simply says, nowhere near as out of breath as one should be after a run like that.

"Yeah, well. I wanted it more." Phantom retorts, still beaming from ear to ear, chest rising and falling with each little shallow pant.

"Yeah?" Storm lifts one of their hands, brings it to their mouth. "Taste it, then."

Phantom hesitates for a beat. Their smile cracks just a little. It's hard to not be a little intimidated when Storm has full control over them like this.

It's also hard to ignore the flutter in their lower stomach and the way their thighs press together just slightly underneath him at the command.

They take their own pointer and middle finger into their mouth without a second thought, maintaining eye contact as their tongue glides between their fingers. Extra sloppy just for show. The residual juice is a little tart, almost bitter. Probably wasn't ripe enough, picked off the tree too soon.

Still, with Phantom's enthusiasm, it might as well have been the most delectable, perfect orange they've ever tasted.

They let their fingers glide out with a punctuated 'pop.'