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Matty

M atty was warm and safe and well rested. How funny. So maybe he was dreaming?

But he didn’t usually have dreams like that—the good kind—at least not before a certain skull-faced monster showed up and saved him.

Matty burrowed deeper into the smoky warmth surrounding him. A pair of strong arms tightened around his middle, and some sort of sentient, scarf-like thing started stroking Matty’s cheek.

Matty sighed happily. “Good morning, Scary. Good morning, shadows.”

“Good morning, sweet.”

“You kept the bad dreams away.”

“Of course.”

Matty wriggled a bit in place. His erection brushed against the top of Nightmare’s clothed thigh with the movement.

Matty’s bare erection.

“I’m naked.” He didn’t know why he was surprised. He’d fallen asleep nude, hadn’t he?

“I tried to clothe you. You kicked off your sweats in your sleep.”

“I did?”

“Quite forcefully.”

Damn. Even Matty’s deeply unconscious mind had become a horny, horny place, hadn’t it?

But rubbing his bare dick against Nightmare’s pants felt pretty good, so Matty did it again. He craned his neck to peer up at Nightmare, who was already looking down at him. It was hard to tell sometimes with that all-white gaze, but the demon looked…concerned?

“Why do you seem worried?” Matty asked.

Nightmare narrowed his eyes. “Yesterday morning, this is how you were: soft and eager and writhing against me. And then suddenly you were quite upset.”

“Oh. I wanted you to touch me.”

It had been so strangely hard to admit before, but it was easy to be honest now. What with Nightmare swearing he was going to keep Matty no matter what and all.

“Why didn’t you ask?”

“I didn’t know I could,” Matty told him. “And I’m not really used to asking for the things I want.”

“Ah. And this morning?”

Matty grabbed one of Nightmare’s hands, tugging it away from his waist and placing it down over his ass. And since Nightmare was wonderful and perfect, he immediately used his grip to encourage Matty to rock against him.

Matty moaned, rubbing his forehead back and forth against Nightmare’s chest as he moved. “Mm. ’S nice.” He grinned up at his demon.

Nightmare’s white eyes began to gleam.

Matty kept humping him gracelessly, Nightmare’s grip firm on his ass now. Matty did it because it felt good and it seemed to turn Nightmare on and Matty had already admitted he wanted to.

He eyed the bulge in Nightmare’s pants hungrily. “Why do you want to wait until we’re bonded to fuck me?”

“Because I might frighten you.”

Oh. Matty paused his rocking, ignoring the ache in his dick as he considered that. “And you want us to already be stuck together? So I can’t leave?”

“Yes.”

“Wow.” Matty giggled as he slid his cock up and down Nightmare’s leg again. The movement was a little uncomfortable with the rough cloth rubbing against his tender skin, but the pressure felt good.

He was vaguely aware he was letting his brokenness show again. He should probably be outraged by Nightmare’s admission—the inherent manipulation in it—and not flattered. But Matty was flattered.

Flattered and horny.

“But I don’t mind if you scare me a little,” he admitted. “It’s—it’s okay if it’s you.”

“Me and your horror films.”

Matty giggled again, maybe a little lust-drunk at this point, like all the blood was in his dick and there was none left for his brain. He let his hand wander down to Nightmare’s clothed hardness. “Why didn’t you take care of this while I was sleeping?” he asked, palming that intimidating erection.

“You wished to be held.”

“You could do both.” Matty found the bulbous end of Nightmare’s cock, fondling it. “I wouldn’t mind.”

Nightmare’s grip tightened around Matty’s ass, his taloned fingers digging in almost painfully.

“You like that idea?” Matty guessed. “Touching yourself or—or touching me ? In my sleep?”

Before now, Matty had been starting to think that maybe Nightmare just didn’t have that high of a sex drive.

Which would have been fine, of course. Matty would have simply become more acquainted with his right hand to make up the difference.

But now he was thinking that maybe Nightmare was just very… self-contained.

He had more self-control than Matty; that was clear. Although, that wasn’t a very difficult record to beat at the moment. Right now a honey badger in heat probably had more self-control than Matty.

“Is this okay?” he asked, moving faster against Nightmare’s leg.

“It is more than okay.”

Matty sighed in overwhelming relief. Maybe the wanting wasn’t so bad, now that he knew it was reciprocated.

He squirmed and writhed frantically, heat building steadily in his belly. He burrowed his head in Nightmare’s chest, a whine leaving his throat.

Nightmare’s big hand massaged and caressed his ass. “What do you need, sweet?”

“I don’t know!” Matty cried plaintively. He was close to something big—something like the orgasm from the night before. But the pressure or the pace or something wasn’t right, and his release kept escaping him.

“Come here.”

And Matty was suddenly being lifted by those massive hands on his ass—as easily as if he weighed nothing at all—and then he was straddling Nightmare’s chest.

Matty stared down in a daze. Positioned like this, his bare, weeping cock was mere centimeters from Nightmare’s lips. “Um. Hello,” he said stupidly.

“Like this,” Nightmare rasped. He bared his teeth, revealing blunt tips.

“You want me to…” Matty rocked toward him, barely holding himself back. “In your mouth?”

“Yes, sweet.”

Matty’s lower belly clenched, and another low whine left his lips. “”What if I—I’ve never…I could hurt you.”

“You couldn’t.”

“I could choke you.”

“I can go without breath for a very long time.”

Nightmare’s hands pushed Matty forward. Matty’s cockhead was right there, at Nightmare’s lips, the demon’s hot breath ghosting over him, and then— Oh .

So wet. So hot. So good.

“Oh my God .”

Matty’s hips jerked forward, and Nightmare let out a low rumble of satisfaction. Except his mouth was around Matty’s cock, so the rumble sort of…vibrated. And Matty almost came right there.

He had to forcibly hold himself very, very still and look anywhere but at Nightmare’s glowing white eyes.

This was— How was Matty supposed to survive this? Was this what fucking someone felt like? How did people go about their lives, knowing this was an option?

Although, no one else had a Nightmare of their own, so maybe the masses had no idea how good they could feel.

When Matty had the barest thread of control back, he started a mindless, rhythmless rocking into that overwhelming heat.

Nightmare was using gentle suction, and Matty was grateful for it.

He already wasn’t going to last more than thirty seconds—if Nightmare suddenly pulled some hoover action, it would all be over in an instant, and Matty would probably start crying again.

Matty didn’t know what to do with his hands though. He could hold Nightmare’s face, but he didn’t want to hide any of it. He was so beautiful and scary, and Matty wanted to see it all.

He liked looking at his demon.

“Antlers,” Matty finally gasped. “Put them back.”

Massive antlers immediately sprouted from Nightmare’s head, with barely enough room in the bed to keep them from going through the hotel wall.

Matty grabbed on immediately. Oh fuck, that was better. He started rocking in earnest. Fucking Nightmare’s mouth. Oh God, he was fucking Nightmare’s mouth .

Nightmare seemed to like it. His eyes were glowing so bright, and his hands were gripping so hard, and his shadows were dancing all over Matty’s skin, nipping at his neck and cheeks and legs playfully.

It was too much. The hot suction around Matty’s cock. The way he was basically riding Nightmare’s face. The teasing touches from the shadows.

“Gonna come, gonna come, gonna come,” Matty chanted.

And then Nightmare really did suck Matty very, very deliberately, and Matty’s soul left his body, straight out of his dick, straight into Nightmare’s mouth.

His toes curled behind him, and his muscles trembled, and he maybe went blind for a minute. He fell over, completely boneless, rolling at the last second to keep from falling straight onto Nightmare’s face.

“You swallowed.” Matty gathered every bit of his strength to raise his head and look downward. “And you’re still hard.”

Nightmare made a vague sound, a negative to Matty’s unspoken question about whether Nightmare would like him to do anything about it.

But Matty couldn’t be disappointed this time. Not with the hungry look in Nightmare’s eye, or with the way his dark-gray tongue darted out to lick his lips, as if to get every trace of Matty’s cum.

Matty flopped onto his belly. “You should jerk off on my back,” he offered. “And then rub your cum into my scars.”

He had no idea why he said it, other than it felt right. Like something he really, really wanted all of a sudden.

Nightmare snarled, moving quicker than one of his own shadows to straddle the backs of Matty’s thighs.

Apparently he really, really wanted that too.

Matty sighed happily, tucking his chin on his folded hands as he listened to the slick, wet sound of Nightmare stroking himself. Matty’s belly swirled with warmth again, his dick filling faster than it should have at the thought of Nightmare finding his pleasure right on top of him.

Soon enough something hot and wet hit Matty’s lower back. And then Nightmare’s hands were on him, massaging upward over Matty’s back and shoulders and then down again to massage his ass.

Working his cum into Matty’s skin.

Matty moaned as his muscles melted into goo. And then he gasped as long-fingered hands spread his cheeks and held them open.

Oh God. Nightmare was looking at Matty’s hole.

Matty forgot how to breathe for a minute. Did Nightmare like what he saw? Was he going to touch Matty there again?

“You could—” Matty swallowed hard. “Just the tip maybe? I promise I won’t get scared.”