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It was deep into the late hours of the night, around the last hour before dawn came. Usually, only one more knock came at the door before the homeowner could finally get some well-deserved sleep- and god were you looking forward to it. The neighbor’s house had been engulfed in flames at some point after he had asked you to take care of his daughter, should anything happen to him. You readily agreed (having known the man before you could even register what 2+2 was)
She had shown up earlier, before you had even noticed the carnage just outside your hallway window. But you could recognise her voice… it was his little girl. You never met her, but just from looking at her you could feel the guilt gnawing at you from inside your gullet. She had tears streaming down her face, messy hair, a tattered dress, and the chubby cheeks every dino-nugget loving little kid has. You let her in without question. After all, who would reject an innocent child at a time like this??
The rest of the night was spent figuring out what to do and exactly what happened. Sitting down at the table across from her in the kitchen, you handed her a cup of hot cacao and began the trail of questions. “What happened?” “Where is your dad?” “Did anyone else make it out safe?” “How did you get here on your own?” All were left unanswered. Thoughts of the worst began to gnaw at the back of your mind, unfortunately most undeniable. Your neighbor had always been a kind man and his generosity got the better of him. Piece by piece- you fit the puzzle together.
He had unintentionally let some visitors in and they slaughtered everyone before lighting the house on fire.
You wished you could give your long lost friend some shelter, comfort, aid, but he was long gone and there was no time to dwell on it. And grief was simply not allowed to fester in the hell that this world became. Instead of wallowing in yourself, you comforted this weak child, ignoring all knocks before she finally fell asleep on the home owner’s shoulder.
Scooting out from under her, a pillow was placed on the table where her head slumped forward without your body support. You needed to stand guard at the door where you weren’t able to before.
You currently had 3 other people in the house (excluding the little girl). A teacher in the study, a tall man who was kicked out of a bar in the living room, and a ginger-haired girl with arthritis in the closet. The homeowner had begun to grow close to them, and even stopped the visitor checks with their newfound trust. All had a story of their own, all equally as sad.
But of course, duty calls, and the final knock of the night was heard at the door. Looking through the peephole; you saw a man with blue-tinted skin, a puffer coat that one would wear while sledding, a sweater, and horizontal pupils.
“H-hello. The heat doesn't b-bother me. I'm just looking for a quiet place to rest. Might I find some p-peace in your home?”
A peculiar one. Wasn’t he burning up in this heat?
“Who are you?” The homeowner asked with a curious tone. “It doesn't m-matter anymore. Are you wondering if I'm a Visitor? I'm n-not. But I do have a request. I'll ask you later. I'm not sure I can tr-trust you with it yet.”
Request..?
“The heat doesn’t bother you…?”
“I'm always c-cold. Others b-b-burn in the sun. I wrap myself in layers and still feel on the verge of fr-freezing. I'm afraid to take any layers off. What if it just gets worse? And there's no d-death to ease the suffering?” The homeowner couldn’t help but feel pity for this strange man. Maybe he had some sort of disease, should never judge a book by its cover, y’know? After all, you had had pretty decent luck with letting people in so far, only having to shoot two. “Come on in.” His eyes seemed to light up slightly at your acceptance and you patted his back on his way in in a comforting gesture. He shook upon contact. “Th-thank you. Ceiling is a b-bit low. But it's fine.”
You watched as he made slow steps like a baby deer learning how to walk for the first time. “You can sit anywhere, one person is in every room right now other than the bathroom. My room is off limits, but holler if you need anything” He nodded and looked around warily, unsure where to go. “Right, sorry.. I should show you where everything is.”
The homeowner gave him a quick tour, though not opening any doors as to not disturb anyone’s slumber. In the silence of the house his quivering breath was the only sound above creaking floorboards and the occasional exchange of words. Could it even count as an exchange? He didn’t speak back. He shook at eye contact, squeeked at accidental touches, and picked at his fingertips incessantly.
“This is the last room, mine. I keep extra blankets and pillows in here. In general extra supplies, too.” The homeowner looked back at him with a weak smile and sunken eyebags. “Don’t be afraid to knock, okay? You look like you could use some help.” It sounded better in your head… “Oh I'm so sorry, I did not mean it like that!” The bundled up man looked to the ground and shook his head, “I-it’s fine, I’m u-used to it.” You frowned and placed a hand on his shoulder, just as you had when he first walked in the door. He looked up at you nervously and gulped as a hand reached up to grip the fabric at his chest. “Shit, you’re freezing-”
The homeowner’s grip let up and the man before them slightly shook. Their free hand went to touch his forehead and sweat caught on their palm. He leaned into the foreign touch. “Follow me. I should have something in my med-kit."
You led him to the bathroom and sat him down on the closed toilet seat as you rummaged through the medicine cabinet. He watched you skittishly and picked at his damaged finger beds with more vigor. “Bingo!” You held cold medicine, bandages, and anti-septic out of your medicinal storage. “I never asked, what’s your name?” He shook his head. “It d-doesn’t matter anymore. Just call me Y-yevgeny.” The name was strange, but to each their own you thought. “Well, Yevgeny- I have some stuff here that should help with whatever it is you’re feeling.” Yevgeny frowned. “Nothing helps anymore. Warmth evades me.” You smiled and held your hand out. “Give my your fingers.” When he hesitated, you grabbed his hand on your own accord. Taking out the anti-septic, you sprayed some on his raw fingertips. He jumped at the feeling and shrunk in on himself. “A-ah, stop! C-c-cold.."
“Sorry. This stuff can be freezy, but it will prevent infection and probably help with any discomfort.” He continued to look at the ground, never daring to meet your eyes. You then began to rub the medicine into his fingertips with great care. He shivered at the feeling, but didn’t pull away as you bandaged his fingers and repeated the motions with the other hand.
“That feel better?” Yevgeny shook his head sadly. The homeowner frowned, and instead of giving up, you brought him into a hug instead. His breath hitched as your chests met and he whimpered before eventually, yet slowly, slinking his arms around you. It was the first warm touch he had felt in god knows how long.
When the homeowner tried to back away, he wouldn’t budge and instead wrapped his arms around you tighter. “Warm..”
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You were now in your bed, door locked and lights dimmed. Not because you were getting nasty, but because he was like a sickly lamb in search for his mother in the middle of winter.
In the sense that, he was always so cold. It was almost- no, it was pitiful. At first you thought it might have been an ailment that caused his distress; but you came to realise that it was in his anatomy. The cold medicine did nothing to soothe him, seeming like there was a gaping hole within him that nothing could satisfy no matter the quantity or intent.
He clung around you like you were his only lifeline. As you lay on the bed, he kept behind you and tried to keep your bodies as close together as possible. Your fingers were intertwined. How did you get into this situation? Well, to put it simply, he refused to let go because your body heat kept him warm where nothing else could, and filled that hypothetical hole in his chest. The shudders and twitches in his body as he clung on were enough to make you crack and decide to let him confide within you.
It was a spooning position. Yet Yevgeny’s jacket made things slightly uncomfortable.
To Yevgeny, this was the closest he could get to living. Both humans and visitors shunned him because of his black hole; but it wasn't so bad. He had been out-casted his whole life due to a condition that caused his chest to sink in on itself. After the societal collapse happened, it was just something different that made everyone hate him instead of his usual ailment.
“Hey, you up?” The homeowner asked quietly. “Mmh?” He grumbled. It was very out of character, almost like he was sedated from warmth. “Could you take off your jacket?” At that statement his body seized and tensed up, almost like he feared immediate death if he were to ever strip off any layer. You thumbed his hand in circular motions. “It’s okay. It’s warm like this, right? It couldn’t hurt to just take the jacket off. Let me help-”
You were immediately cut off from your sentence as you reached for his sleeve when he gripped your wrist with an iron fist. “I-i’m sorry, p-please stop. No.” You were caught off guard by his sudden change in demeanor, and you whined in protest. “It’s just making things very uncomfortable.” You made another move, but this time he was quicker. Before you could even reach the bottom of his protective layer- he whipped around and was on top while pinning you to the bed, arms gripped tightly above you. “I s-said stop.” His face became sharper but guilt swam in his eyes. He hadn’t meant to have grabbed you so hard, it was an accident, he told himself. He hadn’t intended to end up like this.
He always ended up hurting people when they got too close, either because of his black hole imploding them or his lack of social skills. He was a cursed man. What had he done for death to curse him this way, never to feel the warmth of the sun or love of an embrace? Ironic how the one thing he loved, astronomy, became his demise.
But for the homeowner? They started noticing every crevice and cranny in coat guy’s face that they had never paid any mind to before. His messy hair, jowls, plump lips, all intrigued you. As the grip on your wrists loosened, you removed one from his grasp and touched his face. It was smooth to the touch like silk. Your fingertips carefully grazed over each and every one of his features, taking note of his chapped lips?
‘Lips? Why am I paying attention to his lips at a time like this?’ the homeowner thought to themselves. Yevgeny leaned into every miniscule touch and closed his eyes. Looking at him like that sparked something within you.
Suddenly and as if by some other force and not your own, your lips met. It felt otherworldly. You didn’t know what came over you.
“Oh god, i’m so-”
He cut you off.
“Please d-d-do that a-again.”
His voice was shaking, needy, and desperate. He looked as if he had never touched a woman in his life, and he probably hadn’t. The overwhelming warmth hit him as soon as your lips met, and the void inside him craved insatiably for more.
On your end, his lips were chapped and bleeding much like your own. The sweltering heat sucked them dry from any moisture and you had a bad habit of chewing when you got nervous. Him on the other hand? The blood reminded him of what he used to be, and that he was capable of feeling something other than biting temperatures. The same blood that he enjoyed feeling so much began to flow down to other more unexplored areas.
Yevgeny didn’t remember much from his human life, but faulty memories could never make him forget that feeling. He began biting his lip and avoiding eye contact. What he didn’t remember the most, however, was how to react in one of these situations.
You on the other hand could also feel a coiling in your pelvis and let your eyes wander to the tent beginning to form below his belt. Physical contact made this guy feel warm, right? What’s the harm in experimenting with a little help? Everyone needs a little assistance in the apocalypse.
The homeowner dipped their hands below the strained zipper and under the crotch of the man on top of them. Damn he was cold, but boy was he vocal. His eyes scrunched up and he keened. “I’m sorry… I-I don’t remember what to do in a situation like this..”
A virgin? You were right, and now that was something you could definitely work with, humming in a mix of reassurance and a response.
You gently began sliding your palm back and fourth, kneading him through his cargo jeans. Judging by feel alone he was the perfect size. A bit on the smaller side, but not egregiously so and big enough that it wasn’t embarrassing. His small whines deliciously increased in volume the heavier the pressure you applied. Still hovering above the homeowner, he screwed his eyes tighter and let out heavy breaths through his mouth.
An idea popped into the homeowner’s head- that being a very, very evil one. You gently slunk down his body and sat eye-level to his groin. Unzipping the tortuous confines. Not to your surprise, he also wore long johns on top of his boxers that you tugged down with one final move. It was about 5.3 inches in length with a darker blue at the base and lighter near the top before turning a shade of purple at the tip. He had un-shaved curls surrounding the area and leading up to his navel.
You licked the tip curiously and Yevgeny shivered as he looked down at you with heavy eyes. It tasted clean (thank god, considering it didn’t look like the receiving male showered).
Declaring it safe, the homeowner sunk their head down with care as they flattened and folded their tongue around the intruding organ while they closed their eyes to focus. All your main senses were filled with quiet groans, lewd sounds of spit, and the feeling of a lukewarm-yet engorged appendage in your mouth. You could take its full length comfortably without gagging.
Yevgeny felt warm. So warm, and it made him crave more.
Abruptly, you felt a shivering palm at the back of your head, forcing you down deeper and deeper until your nose was crushed against his lower stomach. He whined and began aggressively moving your head to his own pace, taking initiative. Saliva mixed with precum dripped down your chin from your swollen lips and you hummed nicely. The thing in your mouth was probably the warmest thing about this guy that you were currently giving head. But were you complaining? No, absolutely not. This was the first time you had experienced intimacy since your ex of two years.
The homeowner felt their own bikini-area heating up against soaked underwear as Yevgeny’s hand movements became sloppier and sloppier. His hips lurched forward to meet your lips with every thrust, until finally his peak came. His free-hand shook violently from holding himself up against the bed as well as his legs. Much like the rest of him, his release wasn’t warm but it tasted salty with its own unique flavor. Nonetheless, swallowing cum was never a pleasant experience. You pulled off of him with a vulgar ‘pop’ sound and he started shivering from cold again at the loss of contact. Most notably- still hard as when you first started this “experiment” and ready at attention. So were you done? Nope. You hadn’t had your own fill yet and Yevgeny was still shivering.
The homeowner adopted a lustful gaze as they stared at their partner. When he finally opened his eyes and looked down at you, it was obvious he wasn’t done either. His pupils were the size of saucers and a dark blue blush covered his face all the way across his nasal bridge. He looked away sheepishly. “S–sorry.”
“Sorry for what? That was amazing.” The homeowner laughed at the end of their sentence at the ridiculousness of the apology. He looked at them as if they were crazy. Amazing, him?? He was amazing? Impossible. “I b-bared all… Out of respect for you.” As you were slithering back up the bed Yevgeny began chewing on his lips aggressively while lost in thought. A drop of blood fell from his lips and directly onto your nose. “M-maybe it would be polite to ret-urn the favor.”
His usual monotone expression crested his face before he pulled your pants down. You breathed in a gasp of shock, yet not moving to stop his advances. He inhaled deeply before he began gently lapping at your unders, the folds giving way to his tongue and still-bleeding lips. The mix of blood paired with the new long awaited sensation was delicious, and Yevgeny could agree. It tasted like eating a medium-rare steak to him. You could tell he was inexperienced with his sloppy movements but it was still just as excellent as you wanted it to be. He couldn’t use his fingers because they were bandaged, but he began gently slithering his tongue inside you with each brush down then back all the way up to your clit. It was intoxicating.
Looking down, you saw him working his magic with newly red-stained bits. Your head fell back to the pillows and you groaned deeply as your fingers found their way to his scalp and you began to pull and knead for more pleasure. The knot inside you was building… steadily building, until it popped. The homeowner moaned loudly and you snapped your hips up into the air with an arched back. Yevgeny’s tongue followed, leading you through your release. “Mhh..” he groaned and lifted himself up from you, yet pulled his own pants down to his knees.
“I w-want to try something.” He lifted your hips up in your dazed state and gently pushed himself inside, careful not to hurt you. “I’ll try to s-stop if you tell me to.” You simply couldn’t respond, not because you didn’t want it, but because you were still coming down from your own high. You nodded instead.
With confirmation, he began to rock his hips. The angle he was pushing into you at was delightful and hit your G-spot just right and at just the right pressure. Both the homeowner and Yevgeny moaned in harmony with each thrust, pump, and movement. And for not being educated he was doing quite the fine job.
You wrapped your legs around him and stared deep into his eyes. He tried to look away but you brought his head to yours and tenderly kissed his lips, with his hips still moving inside you. The kiss smeared dried blood across yours but he reciprocated with affection and leaned into your mouth as he closed his eyes. It was tender and gentle, not filled with the heat of the moment but instead with new-found love. Your sounds were muffled with hushed praises as your fluids mixed together.
He was mumbling apologies throughout the whole thing and he moved to bury his head in the crook of your neck as his movements got sloppier. He wrapped his arms around you in a hug and your walls clenched and un-clenched around him in timed movements with his thrusts. You could tell he was breathing in your scent as he reached his peak and mumbled one last apology before wrapping his arms around you tighter than ever before, pushing as deep inside of you as possible, and finishing as his movements came to a halt.
Both of you were wrapped in each-others tight embraces as you came down from your shared highs.
“What’s your name?” Yevgeny asked. His shivering seemed to stop for the time being.
“Y/N.” The homeowner mumbled. It was interesting, no one else in the house had yet asked your name, and yet here was this stranger you had just let in a few hours prior asking it before anyone else did.
He laid gentle kisses all across your body, from your face down to the bottom of your legs before he picked you up and slowly walked with shaking steps and a hunched-over back to the bathroom for a shower.
You could get used to this, to Yevgeny, and you already found yourself getting butterflies every time you looked into those giant eyes of his.