Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This

Xion is cute. Everything about her reminds Demyx of little puppies and fluffy kittens and whatever other cute things there are, from her huge feet to her delicate little wrists to her wide blue eyes to her perfect, round ass. He wants to lift her up and cuddle her against his chest, smell the scent of her hair and feel her snuggled up close to him, maybe hold her in his lap, have her ride his erection. He bets that she makes the most adorable noises when she comes, squeaky little whimper-moans. She probably has adorable breasts, small and firm, topped with coral colored nipples that will fill his mouth. Her pussy would be even cuter, soft and pink, covered in dark curls. He can’t wait to kiss her, to undress her and taste every adorable inch of her, to make her cry his name out and arch her back as he makes her come, with his cock or his mouth or his fingers or anything else he can find handy.

Unfortunately, Axel is possessive. He doesn’t like the way Demyx is eyeing Xion, and he keeps a protective eye on her. It’s gotten to the point where he’s around the little Nobody for every waking hour, and Demyx never has a chance of actually getting her alone and exploring her. So Demyx does the next logical thing; he waits until she’s asleep.

He comes into her room cautiously, through a dark portal. He makes sure that he isn’t wearing his leather coat, which creaks, or his boots, or his gloves. When he sees Xion in the murky light of her room, he has to keep back an undignified noise. She looks so… sweet, curled up around a pillow, her fist planted firmly under her chin, one leg poking out from under the covers, the bare toes curled. She’s wearing a pajama top, and surprisingly, it isn’t black. Maybe a gift from someone? It’s a light green color, as far as he can tell, and it’s riding up, revealing the puppy fat over the waistband of her pajama pants. The pink material is riding down, revealing the waistband of her black panties. Her hair is spread out over her pillow, a messy inky halo, and her eyes are moving under her lids - she must be dreaming. Demyx hopes they’re sweet dreams, of ice cream and the beating of a heart in her own breast, her ear pressed against his chest to hear his heart.

Xion looks so adorable that Demyx is loath to disturb her, but he wants to see all of her cuteness, and that involves getting her clothing off. So he crawls onto the bed cautiously, carefully, and gently, oh-so-gently, rolls her onto her back.

Xion is a deep sleeper. She stays sound asleep, letting out squeaky little snores even as Demyx gently untangles her from the pillow. Hm…. Where to start?

He decides to start with the blanket. Carefully, gently, he pulls it down, until it’s completely over the end of the bed. He sits off to the side of her and admires her, from the rise and fall of her breasts as she breathes to the pale skin of her tummy, with her navel, which is just begging for him to lick. But not now. Maybe another time. The sheets aren’t completely gone - they’re bunched up between her legs, the end draping over one thigh, and Demyx smiles, because he thinks that pretty little Xion might have been playing with herself before she went to sleep. The idea is so… sweet that he lets out a contented sigh, but stifles it when Xion makes a quiet little sleep noise and shifts, making her pajama shirt ride up a bit further.

Demyx isn’t sure what he wants first. He’s uncomfortably aware of the throbbing erection pressed against his thigh. A part of him, the Nobody part of him, is telling him to just yank her pants down fuck her, because he knows she’ll be wet from the way she squirms against the sheet pulled tight-tight-tight between her legs, her slim hips moving just a bit. Aww, is little Xion having a nice dream? A wet dream? Of course, it would be starring Demyx, because Demyx knows that she wants him, although he doesn’t know how to explain it, even to himself.

He decides that he wants to see her breasts first. He’s been daydreaming about them for a long enough time, after all. Daydreaming about holding them and tasting them and playing with them. Carefully, oh-so-carefully, he lifts first one of her hands, then the other, and places them gently at her sides. He begins to push her shirt slowly up her belly, marveling at how soft and firm the skin is under his fingertips, until he reaches the undersides of her breasts. This will take a bit more work - with his tongue between his teeth in concentration, he carefully lifts the shirt up and over her breasts, baring them to the cool air of her bedroom.

He was right. Her breasts are small and pale, barely enough to fit into one of his hands. They’re tipped with soft pink nipples, the same color as her lips. They’re starting to get hard from the cold air, and Xion whimpers and squirms more, tossing her head back and forth. Demyx is beginning to worry that she’ll wake up, but at the same time, she just looks so tempting that he just has to…. Taking a deep breath, he leans forward and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it.

Xion finally wakes up, crying out and arching her back as she feels Demyx’s mouth hot and wet on her skin, a sharp contrast to the cool room. Her head feels foggy, her movements sluggish, and she isn’t entirely sure if she’s awake or dreaming yet. This feels like a dream, because why else would Demyx be in her bed, touching her in that place that she’s only recently discovered herself? She blinks her big blue eyes up at Demyx confusedly and whispers, “Are you real?”

“No,” Demyx whispers back, and switches sides, taking the whole of the nipple and some of the breasts into his mouth, flickering his tongue back and forth over the hard peak. He climbs over her, straddling her without actually resting any weight on her, and begins to tug and tweak at the still wet nipple that he had been sucking on.

“You’re… a dream? A special dream?” Xion’s hands go to her own face, and she covers her eyes, peeking out at Demyx through her fingers. She can feel the familiar throb between her legs and it makes her blush and squirm.

“Yeah. A special dream all for you, precious.” Demyx sits up and brushes her bangs away from her forehead, then kisses it. He kisses along her jaw, pausing to trace her cute little ears with his tongue. To tiny! He feels her hands, big puppy hands, move up to touch his chest, but he stops her, taking her wrists and gently putting them back down. “This is your dream, sweetheart,” he says quietly. “You don’t deliberately touch dreams or they’ll go away.” He wants to savor her first, before she touches him.

“I didn’t know that,” Xion mumbles as Demyx begins to kiss between her breasts. She whimpers and arches her back when Demyx captures another nipple, covering her face with both hands and arching her back. Her heels dig into the bed sheets, while her fingers tug and twist at her hair. She pulls the sheet tighter, grinding her hips against the taut fabric in order to gain more delicious friction.

“Sh…,” Demyx whispers, letting go of the nipple. He blows on it, because she looks so adorable like this, her big blue eyes peeking out at him from between her fingers. He smiles at her, a big dopy smile, and begins to kiss down her belly, pausing to lick or kiss a particular spot when it earns him a particularly nice spot, like on her left side, along her ticklish ribs, or right over her navel. He dips his tongue into her navel, flickering it a little, just to hear her cute little giggle, then sits up and pulls the sheet away from between her legs. He’s going to tease her, until the fabric between her legs is tacky and cool to the touch from her excitement. He sits back on his heels, looking between her spread legs, and then he feels something that is as close to shock as he can feel.

Her pajama pants aren’t wet. That is to say, they’re wet in one spot, right at the top of the bulge that can be seen faintly through her pajama pants. He hooks his fingers under the waistband of her pajama bottoms and pulls them down and off. He doesn’t think Xion minds - she’s still looking at him owlishly from between her breasts, her expression vaguely dazed. He pulls her pajama pants off completely and sits back again, to make sure it isn’t a trick of the light.

It isn’t. Xion has a prick. It’s pressed against her by her panties, although the tip is poking out from the waistband, which is no doubt the source of the wet spot on her pajama pants. She stares dazedly at Demyx, still not entirely sure if she’s asleep or awake. The thing between her legs is still pounding, making her want to wriggle her hips, but she’s had dreams like this before, where she woke up with wet sheets. She doesn’t know the origins of them, but as often as not her pillow is as soaked as her panties.

Demyx smiles, because she looks so pretty like this, spread out delicately, her dark hair a mess on the pillow and her cock pressing against her lower belly. “So precious,” he mumbles, leaning forward to mouth along her cock through the panties, pausing to lick the tip and a bit of her belly, just to see her squirm under him. When he glances up, he sees that her eyes are shut tightly, her hands clasped over her mouth to keep any sounds from escaping. She’s only partially successful - Demyx still hears the occasionally little squeaky moan or panted breath. He can feel her thighs tensing on either side of his head, and he carefully, delicately, tugs the waistband of her panties down, to finally get a complete view of her cock.

Demyx smiles then, because it’s just like the rest of Xion - adorable. He can’t estimate exactly how big her cock is - the light isn’t the best, and he’s always been bad at measurements. But it’s below her navel, although not by much, and the tip rubs against her puppy fat. He takes it into his hand, holding it around the head, and licking a straight line up it, tracing the thick vein along the underside and tasting her salty skin. Salty and sweet at the same time, because everything about Xion is sweet to Demyx. The hand not holding her cock goes to her hips, keeping them from jerking up. He wants to take his sweet time with her, make her writhe and wriggle before she comes.

Xion writhes, her hands not enough to stifle her gasps. Her hips are jerking, as much as they can with his hand holding her down, and she tries to cover her mouth with only one hand, the other taking handfuls of her sheets and twisting them. It feels so good, better than anything she’s ever felt before. She whimpers when Demyx lets go of her cock, looking at him over the curve of her belly.

Demyx pulls back, watching it bob, then blows on it gently, just to see the way she twitches and groans. His original theory proves to be correct - her little pleasure noises are squeaky and breathy, and he’s saving them in his memory the way he saves a song that he wants to play again, because he knows he’ll be playing her again, using his fingers and his own cock. But not tonight. Tonight, he’s recording the very first demo, and he relishes every gasp, groan, and whimper.

Of course, Xion is rather new at this type of thing, as far as Demyx knows. She’s already gasping and squirming, and as much as he’d like to hear her begging, he doesn’t think he can get away with that yet. He needs to stay a dream in the back of her mind for now, because otherwise Axel may get suspicious. So he leans forward and swallows her cock down again, sucking on it as hard as he can. He feels her writhe under him, feels her arch her back and dig her heels into his ribs, and he smiles around her cock, his hand going to the bits of the shaft that aren’t in his mouth.

Xion sobs when she comes, and Demyx sits back, taking his mouth off of her as he feels her twitch in his mouth. He watches as her cock spits stringy come onto her belly. She’s panting like she just ran a race, her toes curled in the bed sheets and her big blue eyes wide. Then she goes limp, relaxing. She feels so tired now, as is obvious by the way her eyes are starting to droop.

“Are you… still here?” She reaches down to feel the come on her belly, making a face - it’s kinda gross.

Demyx pushes her gently onto her back, beginning to lick along her belly, cleaning the come off of her. It tastes almost sweet, which is fitting for a sweet girl like her. When she’s all clean, he carefully pulls her shirt back down, and just as carefully, he tucks her in. He leans over her and kisses her forehead, then carefully walks out, opening a dark corridor. He would love to just sit here and watch her sleep, because she looks so sweet when she’s sleeping, but he doesn’t want anyone to come in and see him, and that would be bad. He smiles fondly as he remembers her scent, her taste, her sounds, even as he curls his fist around his cock.

Xion rolls onto her side, curling around her pillow. When she wakes up, she remembers it vaguely, in the funny twisty way of dreams, and she feels an odd twitch in her belly when Demyx smiles at her. But her attention is grabbed by Axel, and it slips from her mind.