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forgingfires) wrote2023-08-24 02:01 am
forgingfires) wrote2023-08-24 02:01 am
Spicynoodles Dreams
Red Son hasn't slept much since the full moon. Mostly because he was determined to use every bit of time left to help Saya, but there was an extra concern. MK's actions as the WereMonkey had been...questionable at best.
And extremely targeted for a lot of his instincts.
It hadn't helped the other random thoughts he's had of the Noodle Boy. But eventually, he had to sleep for more than an hour and....well, the thoughts caught up.
The dream starts hazy, a mix of places. The enrichment room, MK's apartment, mountain castles, MK's room in his own house, before settling on a large nest, much like the enrichment room and elements of MK's oersonal nest, the room larger, made of cut stone, with a balcony that overlooks the side of a mountain.
And the night sky, especially the Moon.
Candles were scattered all over the room, a warm glow filling the room.
Red Son sits up in the nest. In his usual night robe, hair a loose halo around himself. He slowly gets to his feet, looking around in confusion. "Where....?" He looked out at the sky and froze.
"Oh. He didn't." Surely the Noodle Boy hadn't taken him again. To a nest.
Alone.
One part thought it meant nothing.
The currently more dominant part really hoped it meant something. Wanted it to mean something.
And extremely targeted for a lot of his instincts.
It hadn't helped the other random thoughts he's had of the Noodle Boy. But eventually, he had to sleep for more than an hour and....well, the thoughts caught up.
The dream starts hazy, a mix of places. The enrichment room, MK's apartment, mountain castles, MK's room in his own house, before settling on a large nest, much like the enrichment room and elements of MK's oersonal nest, the room larger, made of cut stone, with a balcony that overlooks the side of a mountain.
And the night sky, especially the Moon.
Candles were scattered all over the room, a warm glow filling the room.
Red Son sits up in the nest. In his usual night robe, hair a loose halo around himself. He slowly gets to his feet, looking around in confusion. "Where....?" He looked out at the sky and froze.
"Oh. He didn't." Surely the Noodle Boy hadn't taken him again. To a nest.
Alone.
One part thought it meant nothing.
The currently more dominant part really hoped it meant something. Wanted it to mean something.
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And then the alarm startled her awake, eyes snapping open to stare at the ceiling. No heavy weight in her arms, pinning her down. Left with a sort of emptiness she wanted filled. And...extremely wet and sticky pajamas pants.
Slowly Red Son wakes up more and realizes what happened. Candles that had been flickering now shooting up with strong flames as she clutched at the blankets.
A wet dream. An extremely intense wet dream of the Noodle Boy. And not just sexually. That wasn't...new, persay. The attraction. But the emotional aspect...that was less so.
His face burned and he-
He couldn't-
He swallows the lump in his throat and gets up. He desperately needed to clean up.