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Kris was smoke, a cloud of black fog that allowed him to sneak under doors and through cracks in windows. He was hunting for something, searching a grand house full of impossible rooms. He slid under a doorway and found himself in his old high school library. He reformed himself and went searching once more, searching for the heat he couldn’t produce himself.
He knew he was close, stalking through the rows and rows of books until he heard a sound. His head whipped over to find Bojan, casually leaning against a shelf in his fully demonic form, eye’s black and teeth sharp. Kris was right next to him and he grabbed Bojan’s collar and pulled him close.
He could feel his tail curling around his leg, the large wings enveloping them both into a tight cocoon and Bojan began to kiss him sweetly. He moaned into the kiss, pressing his body closer and closer focusing on the lips pressing against his own, chasing it and wanting more and more and more.
He could never get enough even as the shapes and feelings around him began to fade, becoming harder to focus on anything except Bojan’s mouth.
He became aware of the sunlight streaming in through the curtains, a pair of lips still pressed against his own. He was awake now, back in his back with Bojan’s body flush against him. His tail was still wrapped around Kris’s leg and his arms were lazily draped over Kris as he kissed him.
“Morning,” Bojan said between another kiss. Kris smiled into it, pressing back harder and grabbing Bojan’s ass playfully.
“You want some breakfast?” Kris asked, his voice still low and thick with sleep.
“Mmmm yes please,” Bojan said, moving from Kris’s lips to his neck, his hands wandering over Kris’s side.
Kris was very happy to continue right where his dream had left off.