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“Looking for something?”

Shadows grab ahold of the frost spirit, binding his arms. A wooden shepherd's crook is ripped out of the teens hands, clattering to the floor as the boy cries out, trying to reach for it. The boy soon finds himself pulled through darkness, away from the golden glow of tooth canisters he had been searching through and roughly pinned to a stone wall of the cavern he was in. 

Frost crystals slowly crept along the stone underneath the teens bare feet, blooming to life as nervous breaths were stolen from his lungs. The white haired boy’s arms were raised over his head, kept there by shadows turned to ropes. Before him, a man covered in the very same shadows watched with golden eyes, smirked down at the teen as the air seemed to grow colder with the boy's fright. 

“Is this not what you wanted, Frost?” Pitch taunted, appearing from the darkness and cloaked in the shadows he controlled. “For me to find you?” The taller man draped in shadows continued to stare down at the frost spirit he had pinned to the stone wall of the cave they both were currently in. Shades twirled around the boy, dancing across his skin, causing patterns of frost to spread outwards along his skin and the bindings on his arms. Golden eyes never straying, fascinated by the sight in front of them. 

Bright blue eyes stared wide at the shadow wielder before him, still unsure how he had gotten himself in the predicament that he was currently experiencing. Jack tried to wiggle around his bonds, but this only caused the shadow biddings to tighten around his limbs, a small whimper escaping pale lips at the feeling of his wrists being squeezed. This caused Pitch to move closer to the frost boy, the older spirit placing his hand on the teen’s cheek. 

Jack flinched at the feeling of the warm hand on his face, his breathing coming out in heavy puffs of cold vapor. Tears started to form in his eyes, but turned to small ice crystals before they could leave his cheeks. 

“W-wait, please wait.” He tried to plead. “Wha-what’re you going to do?”

Head cocking to the side slightly, Pitch continued to study the spirit. His hand had started to move along Jack's jawline, going down his throat and tracing along frozen veins on the boy's Adam’s Apple before once more resting on the small nook of the collar bone. Grey thumb moving back and forth slightly, feeling and watching as Jack's throat vibrated with his stuttered breaths. 

“Why,” Pitch began, “whatever I deem necessary to an intruder, of course. You came into my home, unannounced, and now shall be punished for it.” The shades hand tighten around the spirits throat, “I can smell your fear, you know.” He leaned in, his face now tucked into the boy’s neck and breathed in deeply. “It smells of pine and frost of course,” a chuckle escaped grey tinted lips as they were placed against pale skin. “And a tinge of mint there as well.”

A small whine could be heard from Jack at the feeling of Pitch’s mouth pressing onto his throat, warmth he was not used to moving along in places he was unfamiliar with. The boy once more tried to move, attempting to push farther against the wall, but the larger man just leaned in more. Pitch then let his tongue trace up from the nape of Jack’s neck up to behind his ear, where he stayed for a moment and lightly sucked a mark onto the boy's skin. 

More noises left Jack before he could begin to understand what was happening, frost blooming on his purple tinged cheeks. Pitch’s other hand that wasn’t currently holding Jack’s throat started to roam, finding itself underneath the teen’s blue hoodie and sneaking upwards. Feeling around pale skin, scratching marks until it landed upon the cold bud of a nipple and pinch at it, making Jack jolt.

“P-Pitch,” his voice was panicked, yelping. Pitch continued his assault on the boy’s neck, making the mark darker as he pinched at the cold nipple once more, a whine escaping Jack’s lips. Blue eyes were blown wide as he tried to find a way out from his position. “Please wait, I don’t- I’ve never-.”

Pitch pulled back at this quickly, golden eyes tracing over the scared boy's face, searching for something. With a sigh, his hand loosened on Jack’s neck and moved it back to his cheek. Other hand slipping out from underneath his hoodie, smoothing in out as he did so. 

“In 300 years, has no one ever touched you, Frost?”

Frozen tears attempted to make their way down the boy’s face, stopping at his chin, some landing atop Pitch’s hand. The shade soon started to sooth them away, an act that had Jack once more flinching, not expecting such an action after what had occurred. 

“Tell me, Jack, just how alone have you been all this time?”

Jack could only shake, unable to respond to the question, the truth already known. He’d been alone for a very long time, his whole existence. Attempting to turn his head, Jack wished to hide, for Pitch to not know, but the other spirit’s palm stayed on his cheek keeping his face towards him. 

The shadows started to loosen slightly, allowing Jack to finally be able to lower his arms to his sides. They didn’t retreat completely, still curled across his arms and along his legs, but the white haired boy took the opportunity to hug himself, curling up into the wall, trying to control his shaking limbs.

Using his index finger, Pitch lifted Jack’s chin, making the boy raise his gaze to meet the other. Golden eyes softening slightly at the sight of trembling frost bitten lips. 

“Now Jack, I didn’t want us to be enemies. There was no need for you to be involved in this fight.” Pitch’s hand slides back up first to Jack’s cheek and lays there for a moment. “We’re cold and dark, after all. Winter and fear. Together, we could do incredible things.” Ice blue eyes stare widely, the frost spirit, ironically, frozen in shock. “Just imagine it, we both are aware of how cruel this work can be, what it feels like to long for others to see and believe in us.” 

Pitch’s hand continues its trail up to the top of Jack’s head, slowly tangling within white, frost coated hair. Slowly kneading at the boy’s scalp, the shadow wielder waits and watches as Jack first flinches and then hesitantly relaxes into the feeling. Soon Jack finds himself leaning into his hand as he runs his fingers through the white strands, eyes falling closed. 

With a small smile, Pitch continues while his shadows gently caress around the teen. “We know what it feels like to long for a family.”

Jack jerks at that confession, eyes springing back open, yet Pitch does not remove his hand from its position in the frozen locks. He just continues to stroke lightly against the cold boy's head, moving his other arm to rest on Jack's waist. Rubbing slow circles into the curve of the teen’s hip, dark tendrils of shadows gently untangling the spirits arms from around his torso. 

Pitch whispers, “I see you, Jack Frost.” Blue tear filled eyes stare into golden irises. “I see what you can truly be. Don’t stand as my enemy in this. I don’t wish to cause you harm.” 

Eyes darting back and forth, Jack rubs his pale hands down his arms, trying to ground himself while simultaneously leaning into the shadows holding him steady. He quietly stutters out, “w-what? I don’t - I don’t understand.”

Pitch stares down at the smaller boy, once more sighing at the sight before him. 

“Jack,” he begins, “join me. You won’t ever feel alone, ever again.”

Pitch’s voice is soft, softer than Jack had ever expected it to be. The frost spirit can’t wrap around his head whether he was being tricked or not.

So he waited, watching the shadow of a man in front of him for a sign of falsehood. Waited for any sign that what he spoke was a lie. Yet all he saw was sincerity. 

“Why?” It was barely audible, hardly a whisper on the very wind Jack commanded. 

Pitch hummed in acknowledgment, nodding his head slightly. “Why indeed,” he muttered, moving the hand he kept in Jack’s hair down slowly to the boy’s cheek once more, removing the last remaining frozen tear tracks from the pale flesh. His grip tightened on the frost teen's waist, a small noise being pulled from his lips at the action. 

Shadows pulled the two closer together once more till there was no space between them. Jack’s frost spreads across Pitch’s robes creating intricate patterns. Both spirits just stared at the other for a moment, Jack having to tilt his head back due to Pitch being over a head taller. 

The shade continued to caress the teen’s cheek, tilting down slightly to press his grey tinted lips onto a chilled forehead, leaving a soft kiss. A gasp was pulled from Jack at the action, though he did his best to hide his flinch this time around. 

“P-Pitch,” the teen whined. Blue eyes shining up to the older spirit as Pitch pulled back. 

“You don’t have to be alone anymore, Jack. Allow me to show you what it is like to be seen.” Grey fingers dance across a pale neck.  “Allow me to show you what it is like to be touched by another.” 

Jack’s breath came out stuttered, more frost appearing around the two spirits due to his nerves spiraling. Yet, he could feel himself being drawn into the older man, feeling himself giving in.  A whimper left him when he felt Pitch’s hand curl around his neck once more. 

“Would you like that, Jack?” Pitch’s voice came in a hoarse whisper. The hand on the teen’s waist, curling into the fabric of the boy’s hoodie, pulling them flushed against each other. 

Jack couldn’t look away, entrance by the man before him. “I-I don’t,” he tried, fumbling over his own tongue, which poked out to lick across his dried lips. “I don’t know.” And he was being honest, unsure if he was meant to like what the older spirit was offering or if he should be trying harder to get out of his grasp. “I’m so confused.” He confessed.

 Pitch used the hand he had wrapped around Jack’s neck to pull the boy’s face towards his own, angling it till their faces were a breath apart. Gently, he placed his warmer lips on the teen’s frost bitten ones, causing Jack to inhale sharply. The kiss stayed soft, light and sweet, the older spirit giving Jack plenty of room to pull back. Once it ended, the frost spirit's face was a flushed purple, staring hazy eyes towards the other, mouth agape. 

With a smirk, Pitch leaned in once more, forcing a much more intense kiss upon Jack until the teen was a whimpering mess. Pale lips soon turned bright pink as they were sucked and bitten, drawing gasps from them. Pitch used the opportunity of parted lips to slip his tongue in the cold mouth of the teen, quickly dominating the others. 

Jack raised his hands to grip at Pitch’s robes, trying to find support as he started to tremble in anticipation instead of fear. Pitch’s own hands curled possessively around the smaller spirit, the one laid on his hip sliding under the blue hoodie to scratch along pale, cool skin once more. The other still wrapped around Jack’s neck using the advantage to keep the teen positioned where he felt necessary; slowly and soothingly stroking his thumb softly along the jawline. 

Fingers crawling along cold skin, they made their way up until they finally found their destination and slightly tweaked at the cold nub. Jack keened at this, arching into the kiss and hands, allowing Pitch’s hand more access which he quickly took. Shadows wrapped around the teens legs and rubbed what their commander couldn’t reach until the boy was whimpering against Pitch. 

Finally pulling back, Pitch watched with an excited gleam in his eyes as Jack gasped and withered before him. The frost spirit unraveled at his very fingertips. 

“Oh Jack, you’re as delicate as a snowflake.” Pitch continued pulling away from the teen, his hand sliding out from under the boy's hoodie and being placed on the side of his face, cradling his cheek. His other hand lost its grip from Jack’s neck and slid up to the other cheek, until he had the boy’s face in both palms. “Just look at you, like a puddle in my grasp. Just the fun we could have together, what I could teach you.” He then leaned in closer, their lips a breath apart again, “what I could do to you.” 

Blue eyes seemed to glow in the glum light of the cave, watching the shade, contemplating. Then Jack lifted one of his hands, which he still had tangled in Pitch’s robe, and brought it up to cover one of Pitch’s own that lay on his cheek. Jack then leaned into the touch, hesitantly closing his eyes while he did so. Breathing deeply to calm his nerves, he opened them back up as he exhaled. 

“You won’t leave?”

It was a whisper, hesitant, full of fear. Pitch could almost taste it with how much fear Jack was extracting. Yet somehow, he was no longer enjoying it. He no longer wanted the smaller spirit to have this amount of fear due to his actions. 

Laying a kiss on Jack’s forehead, Pitch responded, “as long as you want me here, I shall stay.” 

Jack watched Pitch for a moment, then leaned up, pressing a chaste kiss to the taller man’s lips. It was quick, barely there as the boy shyly retreated, attempting to duck his head away afterwards. With Pitch’s hands still softly holding his face up though there was nowhere for him to hide. 

Pitch smiled at the teen, watching the purple blush form on the boy’s cheeks and feeling the frost build under his palms. “Such a beauty you are, Jack Frost.” More frost appearing on pale skin at the compliment. “The things I could do to you to make you blush like that. I would love to see just how far down it travels.” Pitch moves a hand down along Jack’s neck once more, making the boy shiver. It goes to the lay at the crook of his collar bone where the neck of his hoodie begins. “The marks I would leave on this pale skin.” A finger goes to slide over the bruise left earlier on the side of Jack’s neck. “Of course, I need to know that’s what you want, Jack.”

Jack whimpered, feeling an ache he had never known before. “I’ve n-never done any of this. I don’t know what to do.” 

Gently, Pitch pulls Jack from the wall, the boy's legs buckling under him at the loss of support. Pitch quickly reacts and picks him up, carrying him easily with his arms tucked under his knees. Jack wrapped his arms around the older spirit's neck and hid his face as best he could. He could feel himself being moved, shadows whispering around them both as they were transported somewhere new. 

Soon they were in another room, where there were bookshelves, an armchair and a bed. A bed that made Jack scared once more. Gripping tight to Pitch, he whimpered, “w-wait, Pitch please.”

The taller spirit glides over to the armchair, sitting himself down with Jack on his lap. This causes the teen to straddle him and once Jack notices this he tries to move, but this only causes friction to stir between the two. 

Pitch groans at the movement, putting his hands on Jack’s hips to still him. “If you do not wish for me to go any further right this moment, I suggest you quit your movements.”

Jack stops immediately, scared. “I’m sorry. Please I-.”

“Jack,” Pitch begins a little more harshly than intended, a hand moving up to grab Jack’s face, blue eyes filled with tears staring up at him. “Jack,” he tries again more softly, “I am not going to harm you. Nothing will happen that you do not wish to happen. Earlier I was purposefully trying to intimidate you, yes, but as I said I do not wish for you to be my enemy.” A gentle kiss was placed on a pale forehead. “As long as you are here with me, by my side, you will not be harmed. I will treat you as my equal. But, I need to know if that’s what you want.”

Jack didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to believe. “Do you mean that?” Hesitantly asked. 

Pitch sighed, but continued while stroking Jack’s cheek. “Yes, I truly do. I would like you to be my equal. You’ve been wronged for far too long, little snowflake. Allow me to take care of you and show you what it would be like to be cared for.”

A shy smile grew on Jack’s lips and he leaned forward, placing his head on Pitch’s shoulder. Whispering, “I’d like that,” and closing his eyes. Just feeling the warm comfort the shade offered. 

“Then join me, Jack Frost.”

Opening his eyes for a moment, Jack glanced up once more to look into golden eyes, searching for any hint of falsehood. Yet, he couldn’t find any. 

“I will.”

So they sat there, laying in each other's arms. Two spirits that the world tried to pit against each other and they formed a bond. The Nightmare King and the Spirit Of Winter, cold and dark, winter and shadows. 

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Time slipped away from Jack in the darkness, the subtle warmth the shadows gave off giving him a comfort he wasn’t used to. Yet, the winter spirit couldn’t find it in him to remove them as they swirled around him. He could feel them running up and down his arms, tangling around his pale legs and finding their way up his hoodie to rub around his cold chest. 

The eternal teen dozed lightly, soft snores escaping parted lips. Two Nightmares protectively pressed into either sides of the boy, glittering sand shining purples and blue. Golden eyes watching over their newest charge while their master was away, offering comfort to the sleeping youth. 

Jack’s breaths came out in small, frosted puffs leaving glittering crystals on the dark black frantic of the pillow he was currently clutching onto. One cheek pressed into the pillow, a leg bent up into his chest in a position that didn't seem comfortable, yet the teen was completely out to the world. The top of a Nightmare’s head laid atop of the boy’s shoulder, where one of his hands had been petting it before falling asleep. 

And that is how Pitch found them. 

The image shocked him, not expecting the teen to seem so at ease in his home already. His darkness and shadows, with his Nightmares and swirling sands. 

The two Nightmares stood to attention upon his entrance, causing Jack to stir. With a whine, he raised his head, bringing a hand up to rub at his eyes. With a small yawn, the boy looked up and finally noticed the shape wielder's presence. 

Smiling, Jack welcomed him enthusiastically. “You’re back!” Blue eyes shined hazily with sleep, white hair sticking up from being stuck to the pillow. 

Pitch chuckled as he came closer and used a palm to brush some of the unruly locks back. “Of course I am, darling. Where else would I have gone?” 

A spike of fear could be smelled in the air, the Nightmares snorting in distress at the scent. One of them nudged into Jack’s side, attempting to grab the teen’s attention as Pitch’s grey hand faltered in white hair. Said hand soon trailed down pale skin till it reached the spirit’s chin, lifting it gently. 

A chaste kiss was placed upon frost bitten lips, warm fingers brushing along a pale cheek. “I’m right here, my Snowflake.” Pitch whispered, heated breath ghosting over Jack’s lips, causing the eternal teen to lick at his own to re-moisten them. 

The shade followed the movement of the pink tongue as it darted over pale lips. Little strings of saliva trailing along the edge of the muscle. Golden eyes brightened, pupils enlarging. Just the smallest movement setting off signals in Pitch’s mind to dominate the smaller spirit, yet he held himself back due to the boy’s fears; which in itself has been a confusing mind game seeing as Jack’s fears are intoxicating.

Taking a deep breath, the taller of the two spirits settled his wandering mind. Otherwise he would risk frightening the frost sprite too much. 

“Is it over?” The frost sprite whispered, ice blue eyes still hazed over with sleep. A pale hand moved down from his face to tangle into the dark blanket around his waist. “Did you, you know..?” The question came out hesitantly. Blue eyes peeking up shyly from under dark lashes. 

Easter had finally concluded, the last of The Guardian’s believers snuffed out through the night. With The Sandman turned into Nightmares, the Toothfaries captured and now Jack Frost by The Boogeyman’s side, Pitch Black had rained his terror over the The Guardians. The children of the world’s fear fulfilling his powers, recharging his energy and he felt unstoppable.

With these thoughts in mind, Pitch stood a little straighter, grey hand within white locks tightened, startling a whine from pale lips. The shadow wielder used the momentum, tilting the boy’s head back until his neck lay exposed. Pale skin seemed to glitter in the dim lighting, purple veins jumping from anxiety and frost slowly crystallizing over where a warm greyed hand started to explore. 

Taking the opportunity, Pitch latched his lips onto the teen’s throat. Licking a path from behind his ear to the crook of the collar bone, then sucking sharply. This pulled a whimper from Jack, both his hands darting up from their spot in the sheets to tangle into the dark robes of the man before him. The winter sprite’s breath started to come out in heavy puffs of cold vapor, purple lighting up pale cheeks dusted with frost. 

Encouraged by Jack’s reactions to his touches, Pitch moved his unoccupied hand to lay on the teen’s waist and sneak it under his blue hoodie. Sharp nails scratch lightly, a hiss escaping parted lips. 

“Do you like it when I touch you, Jack?” Pitch murmured against his neck, continuing to leave kisses along the frosting skin. “Will you allow me to leave more marks on this beautiful body of yours?” The younger spirit shuttered, arching into the touch of the larger being before him. Pitch’s fingers trailing up his torso under the hoodie, leaving little welts with his nail as it went, until it reached a cold nub. 

With a tweak of two fingers, Jack yelped, hands tightening their grip in dark fabric as his mind tried to catch up with the sensations. 

“I-I,” the sprite stuttered, a gasp being pulled out of him as Pitch continued to roll his nipple between long fingers. Gasp soon turned into a breathy moan as the older spirit sucked more gently on the crook of Jack’s collarbone, kneading his breast at the same moment. “Plea- Ah! Pitch!”

Eyes widening, Jack flung one of his hands to cover his mouth. Bright purple blush covering his cheeks and spreading over his ears. Pulling from the teens neck, Pitch looked down at him with a smirk, quickly moving his own hand that had been in the boy's hair to take a hold of a thin pale wrist. 

Moving the hand away from Jack’s mouth carefully, Pitch stated, “I want to hear all of it.” If it was possible, Jack blushed harder. “Don’t you dare hide from me, Snowflake. Do you understand?”

Wide blue eyes stared up to the taller man, “‘tis embarrassin’..” he squeaked out, ducking his head down slightly. Glancing up slyly, Jack could see Pitch watching him intensely and it made him flinch. “I’m s-sorry.” The winter spirit tried to back away, but he was held tightly, Pitch pulling back into him.  

Using the hand wrapped around Jack’s thin wrist, Pitch lifted it and placed a kiss on the inside of the chilled palm. The shade then proceeded to trail kissed up from his wrist to his elbow, bunching the fabric of Jack’s frosted blue hoodie up. With hazy eyes, the winter sprite watched, breaths coming out in gentle pants. Pitch continues up until he once more reaches Jack’s neck, leaving kisses all the way to the junction behind the teens ear and sucking sharply. 

Sighing, Jack leans into the warmth that Pitch offers, moving his hands up to wrap around the older man’s shoulder and tugging him closer. With a sudden boost of confidence, Jack leans into Pitch’s kisses, which the larger spirit willingly appreciates. 

“Ah!” Jack yelps as Pitch bites down right beneath his ear. 

Humming at the sound, Pitch places a kiss on top of the newly formed mark before pulling back and looking down at the flustered spirits in his arms. 

“How beautiful you are,” he mutters while raising a hand to cup a flushed cheek. Jack willingly leans into the warmer hand, whining as he curls towards Pitch. “I want to devour you, Jack. How I want to wrap you up in my shadows and have my way with you. To touch you where you have never been touched and to see all of you.” Grey hand traveled down to pale throat, sending shivers down Jack’s spine. “I want to watch you wither and gasp below me while I give you pleasures you never knew were possible.”  

With that explanation, the hand tightened, pulling a sharp breath from pale lips and shoving Jack down onto his back and once more on top of dark bedsheets. Pitch now kneeled over the smaller spirit, Jack coward under him, yet though he stared wide eyed up at him with a hand wrapped around his throat, he didn’t feel afraid. He felt entranced, excited even. 

Once more Jack whined, his hands that had been dislodged from Pitch’s shoulder during the sudden movements went to make their way back up, but they were stopped. With a start, the eternal teen realized shadows were making their way around his wrists and up his arms. He watched on as they slithered around him, amazed by the blue and purple hues that reflected off his new bonds in the dim lighting. 

“P-Pitch,” Jack managed to get gasp out, the shadows tightened around his wrists, bringing them to bind neatly above his head. More shades traveled around the smaller spirit, sliding under his hoodie and across his pale chest. All the while Pitch kneeled over the teen, watching his shadows at work. 

Finally, once Jack was all wrapped up and blue hoodie was pushed to his chin, chest fully exposed, Pitch descended. Leaning down to trail kissed from right below the teens navel, lighting sucking just above Jack’s belly button and continued upwards until he reached a nippled. Once there he started to suck, licking lightly, just enough to have Jack gasping under him. 

“Ah!” Jack yelped, pulling against his new restraints. “P-Pitch, wa-wait!” 

The pleas didn’t stop the older spirit; If anything it encouraged him to suck harder at the nub, a hand gliding up to pinch at the neglected one. Jack keened, a whine escaping parted lips and leaned into the touch. Back arching off the black sheets, but shadows held him down as the Nightmares who had been intensely observing from alongside the bed now moved closer to their newest charge and started to rub their snouts along exposed skin. 

Black sand tickled along a pale ribcage causing Jack to giggle and gasp at the sensations. Starting to become overstimulated, a whine turned into a small sob. 

Pitch glanced up at the sound, seeing glacier blue eyes staring back at him, moistened over and pupils blown out. The sight was beautiful to him, it was antagonizing. All the older spirit wanted to do was sink himself into the smaller teen below him and devour him.

The shadow spirit groaned roughly and leaned up to take Jack into a heated kiss, biting and sucking until the boy was whimpering into his mouth once more. Frost seeped out of the teen’s skin as he lost his composure, panting and whining, delicate patterns forming across his exposed skin and along the bedsheets. Some traveled onto Pitch’s own grey hands and arms where he touched the frost sprite, entrancing the older man as his eyes watched them form. 

“Beautiful,” Pitch whispered once he disconnected himself from the frost sprite, using the boy's distracted state to pull the blue hoodie the rest of the way off him, loosening the shadow bonds just enough to do so, before re-entangling himself with the teen. Blue eyes widened once the realization hit that the garment was gone. 

“Ah! P-Pitch!” Jack yelped, attempting to tug at the now re-tightened shadows on his pale wrists. But, the teen was exposed, and Pitch liked what he saw. 

Pale, blue tinted skin, frost decorating in fragile details all along his torso and ribcage. Jack was thin, yet had sharp features, a lightly toned abdomen and muscular arms that showed due to his struggles with the shadow bonds. 

Golden eyes flickered back up to Jack’s face, flushed a deep purple as the teen panted. A grey hand moving up to cup and stroke at one of the frost coated cheeks, Jack pressing into it. 

“Oh Snowflake,” Pitch murmured softly, brushing at the ice crystal that clung to Jack’s skin. He then began kissing along the teens neck once more, sucking and biting as he trailed down to his chest. Passing over nipples to suck sharply, pulling a cry from pale lips, and continuing downward till he reached Jack’s hips. 

Just above Jack’s pantlines, Pitch continued his assault and sucked harshly until a bruise formed, extracting a hiss from Jack. A hand slowly slipped under the leather fabric, a yelp coming from over. 

“Ah! Nah-h w-wait! Pitch hold on!”

But, Pitch continued. Brown leather pants were soon removed even with all of Jack’s wiggling leaving the teen in just pale blue boxers and dark shadow binding. The image was absolutely intense to the older spirit as golden eyes took in the scene before him, gaze flicking from the budge in said boxers to bright blue eyes staring wildly up at him. 

Fear flickered in the space around them, tasting delectable and causing the Nightmares to whine at the frost sprites sides. Nudging into either a cheek or a hip to offer a sort of comfort to which Jack nuzzled back into the best he could. 

“Pi-itch ple-ease,” Jack once more whined, now seeming out of desperation as the shade laid a palm over the teen's growing member. “I do-don’t,” he stuttered out as the hand tightened its grip, “I’ve never-r.” His voice broke off, a blue gaze became hazy,tearing up in panic. 

Pitch groaned at the plea, but did his best to wrangle in his emotions, not wanting to frighten Jack more than he already was. This was meant to be fun, with a mix of fear, he didn’t want him to be scared of him. 

So he took a deep breath and shushed the boy gently. “Shh,” as his palm started a slow stroke above the fabric, “I have you my Snowflake.” 

Little gasps were pulled from Jack as Pitch continued his light strokes. The hand didn’t venture under the fabric yet, but Jack still felt overwhelmed by the sensations he had never experienced before. 

As Jack finally relaxed to his touch, body shuttering and whimpers escaping pale lips, Pitch took the opportunity to finally sneak under the blue boxers. Grey fingers ghosted over cold shaft and Jack jolted.

“Ah!” Jack cried out this time, unprepared for the sensations and yanked on the binds holding him, knowing fully well he would be bruised by the end of this. The teen squirming under the larger man, bucking up into the warm hand. 

Smirking, Pitch began to stroke, setting a slow rhythm as Jack came undone below him. Every so often sliding his thumb over the tip of the head, just to hear Jack whimper. 

Frost sprouted all along the bed sheets as Jack lost his focus, in a haze of pleasure. Eyes glazed over and glossy, mouth parted and frost covering his cheeks. 

“You’re doing so good, Snowflake, so very good.”

The praise had Jack nearly squealing, as Pitch tightened his grip around his member at just the same moment. His eyes snapped shut, back arching, hands gripping the dark fabric of the sheets below. Even his toes curled due to the sensations rushing through his body. 

With a whine, Jack shouted suddenly, “ah! Pi-Pitch! Somethin’s wrong!” 

He could feel a tightening sensation building in the pit of his stomach, with every tug of Pitch’s hand it got tighter and tighter. 

And Pitch laughed at him. 

“Oh my darling, Jack.” Pitch leaned over the teen, gripping his face in his other hand so they could see each other. “You are just so precious.” And then he was kissing him once more, all the while never slowing his pace on Jack’s member. 

Whimpering into the kiss, Jack jolted, pressing into the larger man suddenly. Mewling as doing so caused more friction, pressing harder onto Pitch’s lips. 

“That’s it Snowflake,” Pitch muttered against his lips, biting at them until they were sore. “You’re alright, relax, let it go for me.”

With a shout, Jack felt a release. Whatever tightness he had been feeling came loose, and soon his body was wracking spasms and he sobbed at the sensations. 

Eyes shutting tight and fists tightening their grips in the sheets, he allowed himself to feel it. To feel Pitch’s hand running along his length, to feel the sticky cum that had come with the release of tension, to feel the lips pressing along his forehead. To just feel. 

Finally the hand left and all that was left were small after shocks, Pitch still leaving small kisses along his face until he reached his cheek, then his jaw and once more his lips. The shadows then released him slowly, until he was unbounded at last, and sure enough he had been correct about the bruising around his wrists and arms. Somehow, this left him feeling more exposed than he already felt and a sob escaped him before he could stop it. 

He was pulled into Pitch’s lap before he could blink, grey hands running up and down his back and in his hair. Fingers ran soothingly through white locks as sobs racked the teens body, tears running down pale cheeks as Jack clutched into dark robes. 

“Oh darling,” Pitch whispered, conjuring a shadow to mimic a blanket and covering the frost sprite in it. “You did so very well my Snowflake, so very well. It’s alright now.” Tugging the blanket tightly over Jack and pulling him back just enough to see his face, Pitch placed a kiss on his forehead before laying his head back onto his shoulder. “There we go, rest now my dear, rest.”

And with the feeling of fingers petting through his hair, the shadow blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders and a kiss on his foreheads, resting is exactly what Jack did. With a sigh, his eyes slipped closed and the frost sprite allowed himself to fall asleep in Pitch’s lap, feeling content.