NSFW SMUT - Black x Cream - Love Confession (LORE)

In the cozy, pillow-strewn common area of the spaceship, a game of Truth or Dare was in full swing. Cream, Red, and Mallow sat comfortably in a casual circle on the floor, a colorful array of snacks scattered amidst them. Black was there too, sitting somewhat apart from the group, his arms folded and a look of disinterest etched on his face.

Mallow, with her usual playful exuberance, popped a chip-like snack into her mouth and gave the bottle a vigorous spin. Red and Cream watched eagerly, the atmosphere charged with anticipation. The bottle slowed, its tip haltingly pointing towards Black, eliciting surprised glances from everyone. "Truth or Dare, handsome?" Mallow called out with a mischievous grin. Black responded only with a dismissive roll of his eyes. Undeterred by Black's reaction, Mallow leaned in, her tone teasing. "You can't always hide behind that grumpiness. It's your turn now!"

Cream scoffed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Don't waste your breath, Hybrid. He's like talking to a brick wall, that stubborn asshole." Black's irritation was palpable as he let out a low, warning growl. Mallow, undaunted, raised her voice, "You can't just ignore the game, Black! You're breaking the rules if you don't play!" Red, sensing the escalating tension, timidly stepped in. "Um, it's really okay. I can go instead of him. Mallow, you can ask me, if that's alright," she offered, her voice soft but determined, hoping to diffuse the situation. Mallow's eyes twinkled with mischief as Red timidly offered to take Black's turn. She playfully squeezed her half-sister's cheeks, shaking her head. "You can't always be the savior, Cake. It's time for Mr. Grumpy to play along," Mallow declared with a grin.

Turning her attention back to Black, Mallow announced with a flourish, "Alright, since you love breaking rules, I'll make a decision for you. Dare it is!" Cream, looking both amused and confused, questioned the move. "Is that even allowed in this silly human game?" Red, always the voice of reason, added, "Usually, we’re supposed to answer for ourselves..."

Mallow clapped her hands excitedly, dismissing their concerns. "It’s okay! Let's just switch things up!" She pointed directly at Black and said with a glint in her eye, "Your dare is to stay perfectly still for a full minute. And during that time, we get to do whatever we want with you." Black's face showed a mix of disbelief and annoyance. "What the—" he began, but Mallow was already in action.

In a flash, Mallow sprang from her seat and tackled Black, pinning him down. Black, taken aback by her sudden, wild move, found himself under Mallow, who was now sitting atop him, a victorious look on her face. "Get the fuck off me," Black demanded, his voice deep with irritation. Mallow giggled, clearly enjoying her upper hand. "Not a chance," she retorted, sticking out her tongue playfully. "Remember, you can't move for a full minute." Cream watched the scene unfold with a mixture of interest and amusement. She remained silent, her eyes following each move with keen attention.

As Black made an attempt to sit up, Mallow forcefully pushed him back down, growling into his ear. This unexpected show of dominance from Mallow caught Black off-guard. But he felt a surge of amusement mixed with a thrill of challenge. It wasn't often that someone took him on like this. Accepting the unspoken challenge, Black growled back. He prepared to sit up again, but Mallow's growl become more assertive. "Oh, really now?" he growled back, his voice low and challenging. Red, was visibly uncomfortable with the escalating tension. She stood up, her voice shaky with nervousness. "Can we please stop this?," she pleaded, looking from Mallow to Black with wide, anxious eyes. Mallow, still maintaining her dominant position over Black, turned her head to glance at Red, but quickly refocused on Black. Her growl was still fierce, but as Black seemed ready to assert his dominance, she abruptly softened. Her expression shifted from fierce to pleading, her big eyes looking at Black with a mix of innocence and submission. "Can you please, please, please just play along this one time? Please, just give in for once." she implored, her hands gently resting on his chest. Black held her gaze, a storm of thoughts visible in his eyes. He glanced over at Red, whose expression was a mix of hope and fear. After a moment of internal debate, Black let out a deep sigh and relaxed his body, conceding to Mallow's request. "Fine," he grumbled, "but just this once." Mallow's face instantly brightened, her victory clear. "Yay! See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" she cheered, her excitement palpable. Black, known for his reluctance to engage in such playful antics, had made a rare exception, showing a side of himself that was seldom seen.

Black, trapped beneath Mallow's playful but firm hold, couldn't help but feel a mix of irritation and intrigue. He was not used to being in such a submissive position, and while part of him wanted to push Mallow off, another part was curiously observing how the game would unfold. Red, meanwhile, knelt beside them, her gaze flickering between Black and Mallow. She seemed both fascinated and nervous about the situation. "I can't believe you actually agreed to this," she murmured to Black, a hint of admiration in her voice. Mallow's laughter rang out, her joy infectious. "He's full of surprises, isn't he?" Red's attention then shifted to Black's hand lying beside him. Gathering her courage, she tentatively reached out and touched it. The moment her fingers made contact, Mallow clapped enthusiastically. "Look at you being all brave!" Black felt a slight pressure on his hand and turned to see Red gently pressing it against her cheek. Her face was flushed with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. Black's expression softened slightly, surprised by her tender gesture.

Mallow, not one to stay still for long, shifted her position, causing a slight friction against Black's groin. Black's eyes narrowed, but he remained silent, adhering to the game's rules. Sensing an opportunity, Mallow began to slowly push up Black's sweater. "Let's see what you're hiding under here," she said playfully. Black's eyes flickered with annoyance. "What are you—" Mallow cut him off with a finger to his lips. "Shh, no talking!" Her tone was both teasing and commanding. She turned to Cream, encouraging her to join in. "Come on, Cream. Don't be shy," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. But Cream hesitated, her cheeks flushed, unsure how to react to the unfolding scene. Meanwhile, Mallow continued her exploration, her hands gliding over Black's abdomen. She giggled as she felt the muscles under her fingers. "Wow, Black, who knew you were hiding all this?" she remarked, a note of genuine surprise in her voice. Black lay there, his usual stoic demeanor challenged by Mallow's boldness and Red's gentle touch. Mallow's teasing exploration of Black's muscular torso continued, her fingers dancing along his skin with curiosity. She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "I've always been curious," she whispered seductively, "about how you taste." Suddenly, she extended her tongue, running it slowly along the contours of his chest. The unexpected sensation caused Black to stiffen, his eyes narrowing. Grinning at his response, Mallow playfully bounced on his hips, teasing him further. "Looks like someone's enjoying this," she cooed, leaning down to whisper in his ear again. "I can feel how much you like it."

This comment struck a nerve. Black's patience snapped. He quickly removed his hand from Red's and grabbed Mallow by the throat. "Test my patience one more time," he warned, his voice a dangerous growl, his grip firm but controlled. Red, alarmed by the sudden escalation, reached out to Black, her voice laced with concern. "Stop, please, both of you! This is going too far!" But before the situation could escalate further, Cream approached and knelt beside Mallow, her eyes fixed on Black with a mixture of contempt and challenge. "You're such a pathetic creature. Let her go," she sneered, her words dripping with disdain.

Sighing heavily, Black released Mallow, his irritation evident. "Time's up," he declared, eager to end this charade. But Mallow's laughter filled the air, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, Blacky, the minute hasn't even started yet! Also it’s Creams turn" she exclaimed, her laughter teasing and light. As Black glared at her, Mallow looked at Cream, then back at Black, a playful smirk on her lips. "Now the minute begins. No moving, remember?" she stated.

Before Black could protest, Mallow pushed him down again, firmly pinning him beneath her. Despite the absurdity of the situation, he found himself oddly intrigued, especially curious about Cream's next move. The childish game, the silly rules, everything should have been beneath him, yet there he was, waiting, his heart racing uncharacteristically.

Black felt a hand softly touch his skin. It was Cream's, unmistakably so. Her nails gently grazed his skin, causing a surprising shiver to run down his spine. Then, without any warning, Cream leaned down and pressed her lips against his in a soft, unexpected kiss. Her hand tenderly cuped his cheek, guiding the kiss, deepening it with a surprising gentleness. Startled, Black lay frozen for a moment, his mind racing. The kiss was soft, tender, completely at odds with what he expected from Cream. As she broke the kiss and started trailing kisses down his neck, Black’s mind spun. Was she really going to...? Suddenly, his instincts took over. Black abruptly sat up, forcefully pushing Cream to the side. Mallow immediately protested, her voice filled with indignation. "Hey, no fair! You're breaking the rules!" Without a word, Black also pushed Mallow away from him. Red, who had been watching with a mix of curiosity and anxiety, recoiled in fear, her hands defensively raised. As Black stood up, towering over the group, his expression was unreadable. Mallow shouted at him, "What's your problem? Why’d you have to ruin the fun?"

Mallow’s face was a picture of annoyance as Black strode away, her arms folded across her chest. "Well, that went well," she remarked sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Red, her concern evident, glanced over at Cream. The usually bold and confident alien appeared shaken, her hand still covering her mouth, her eyes distant and troubled. "Cream, are you okay?" Red asked softly. Cream's response was a sudden outburst, her voice tinged with anger and frustration. "It's all your fault!" she exclaimed, standing up abruptly. Her accusation was directed towards Mallow and Red. "You pushed me into breaking my agreement with Black!" Mallow, taken aback, stepped protectively in front of Red. "Hold on a second. What are you talking about?" Taking a deep breath, Cream tried to compose herself. "This asshole and I... we had an agreement. Just sex, no emotional strings. Purely physical. And now, I’ve messed it all up with that stupid kiss and the…," she stopped. Mallow, with a hint of impatience in her voice, countered, "You didn't have to kiss him. That was your decision, not ours." Cream paused, processing Mallow's words. Deep down, she knew Mallow was right, but admitting it was another matter. With her pride wounded, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the room."

Wait, Cream! We can talk about this!" Red called after her, but Cream didn't stop or look back. Mallow held Red back gently, her expression one of understanding. "Let her go, sweety. She needs to cool off." "But what if she doesn't come back?" Red's voice was filled with worry. Mallow chuckled, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Oh, she'll be back. And so will Black. Our little game just gave them the push they needed." Red looked puzzled. "You mean this was all planned?" Mallow nodded, her grin growing wider. "Sometimes silly beings need a little nudge to face their feelings. And I think we just gave them a big one." "But what if it backfires?" Red asked, her concern evident. Mallow shrugged nonchalantly. "Life's a gamble. But I have a feeling this one will pay off. Just wait and see."

As Mallow spoke, Red's expression slowly changed from worry to contemplation. The idea that their game might have set something significant in motion for Black and Cream was intriguing. Maybe, just maybe, Mallow's wild plan would bring an unexpected twist.

Later that day:

Under the vast canvas of stars, Cream sat alone outside the spaceship, her thoughts swirling with regret and confusion. The memory of almost biting Black in a moment of unguarded emotion was haunting her. In EZ'NOZ culture, a bite wasn’t just a mere gesture; it was a declaration of love, a promise of a lifetime together. The gravity of what she almost did made her skin crawl.

"Why the hell did I almost do that?" she yelled into the void, her frustration echoing into the emptiness of space. The idea of confessing love to Black, of all beings, was ludicrous to her. As she grappled with her emotions, she suddenly sensed Black's presence behind her. Spinning around, she found him standing there, silent, his eyes reflecting the starlight.

"Get lost, asshole. I don’t want you here," she spat out, her voice dripping with disdain. Black started to speak, "I would have—" But Cream cut him off, her anger boiling over. She stood up and faced him squarely. "I have no fucking idea what got into me, but there’s no way in hell I would ever fall for a cold, emotionless jerk like you!" Black listened to her tirade with a stoic calm. When she finished, he replied evenly, "The feeling's mutual. I couldn’t stand being with a self-centered, high-and-mighty brat like you."

Their words were harsh, laced with mutual disdain, but the tension between them was palpable. Black stepped closer, and Cream's body tensed, but she didn’t move away.

"You broke our agreement," Black said coolly. "You know what that means." Cream's face burned with a mix of anger and embarrassment. "Don't you dare touch me," she hissed as Black reached out. Ignoring her protests, Black gently but firmly lifted her face towards his. Their eyes met for a brief moment before he kissed her. The kiss was unexpected, leaving Cream frozen in shock. When Black finally pulled away, he added nonchalantly, "The minute wasn't over." Cream, still reeling from the kiss, managed a shaky nod.

Cream's voice was barely a whisper, filled with a mix of confusion and a hint of longing. "This isn't normal. What are we now?" she asked, her eyes searching his for an answer. Black's gaze on her was serious, tinged with a contemplative edge. "You're just someone I sleep with, nothing more," he stated bluntly. After a brief pause, he added, "Isn't that what you always said you wanted from me?" Cream's heart sank at his words, but she masked her disappointment with a stoic nod. "So, we stick to the agreement. Just physical, nothing more." she replied, her voice steady. "Yeah, no kissing, no affection. Nothing beyond what we agreed upon," Black affirmed, his voice resolute.

Cream nodded in agreement. Despite that, she couldn't help but reach out, her hand gently brushing his arm. Black watched her, his expression clouded with a mix of confusion and emotions he couldn't quite place. Deep down, he yearned for more from her, but he was convinced she didn't share his desire.

Cream, sensing his internal struggle, moved closer, her voice soft yet bold. "Could we... perhaps make exceptions, occasionally?" Her gaze drifted to his lips, a silent admission of her deeper desires. Black, catching her gaze, felt a surge of emotions, conflicting with his resolve.

After a moment of hesitation, marked by the internal battle raging within him, Black finally nodded. "I guess we can... though this is fucking ridiculous," he muttered, almost to himself. Cream's laughter broke the tension, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of relief and mischief.

Taking a deep breath, Cream took a risk and leaned her head against his chest, half-expecting to be pushed away. But Black remained still, silent, not moving to embrace her or push her away.

Black, momentarily lost in the unexpected warmth of Cream's proximity, closed his eyes, savoring the closeness. But his moment of peace was shattered when Cream suddenly punched him hard in the stomach. Black stumbled back, a pained grunt escaping his lips. His eyes snapped open, filled with shock and anger. "What the hell was that for?" Black roared, glaring at Cream with a mix of pain and fury. Cream glared back, her expression hard and unforgiving. "Did you enjoy it when Mallow was on top of you? Is that your thing now?" she spat out, her voice dripping with contempt. "Getting off on some half-blood? That's pretty sick, even for you." Black was taken aback. For a moment, he just stared at her, trying to process her audacity. Finally, he managed to speak, his voice laced with exasperation. "Fuck no."

Cream's frustration was palpable as she faced Black, her voice sharp with annoyance. "Why are you here again?" she questioned, eyeing him with a mix of disdain and curiosity. Black, his emotions simmering just beneath the surface, paused briefly before responding, his voice low and deliberate. "Isn't it bloody obvious?" Cream scoffed, her response laced with sarcasm. "Let me guess, for some cheap makeup sex?" She turned away dismissively, her voice tinged with a bitter edge. "You always act like I'm fucking using you, but what about you? You're just exploiting this stupid arrangement to get your hands on me." Then she pushed him away, screamed at him, "Just go away and fuck your stupid hybrid, you horny pathetic piece of shit!"

Black felt a surge of anger at her words. The accusation struck a nerve, and his fists clenched involuntarily. He couldn't believe she would dare suggest such a thing. In a swift motion, fueled by his pent-up fury, he reached out, grabbing a handful of her hair. He pulled her close, their faces mere inches apart. "How dare you," he snarled, his eyes blazing with anger. Cream winced in pain, her hands instinctively gripping his arms. "Fuck you," she spat back, her voice a mix of pain and defiance.

Black's eyes narrowed as he held her gaze, his breath ragged with emotion. "I came here to make one fucking thing clear," he growled. "If you were serious about that bite, I would have bitten back. But you? You're just playing games, aren't you?" Cream's eyes widened in shock at his admission, her heart hammering in her chest. "What—" But before she could finish, Black's anger boiled over. "You're always laughing at me, making a fool out of me!" he accused, his voice laced with resentment.

"I'm not!" Cream protested loudly, but her words were cut short as Black suddenly tilted her head to the side and sank his teeth into her neck. The bite was fierce, a tumultuous mix of anger, frustration, and something deeper they both struggled to understand. Cream screamed, a raw sound that echoed the intensity of the moment. She tried to push him away, but his grip was unyielding. Black's teeth clamped onto her flesh, each second feeling like an eternity.

Cream's tears flowed freely as she struggled beneath Black's firm grasp, her screams echoing in the metal chamber. "Stop it! I mean it!" she cried out, her voice filled with both fear and conviction. Black, momentarily awakened by her resistance, pinned her to the cold metal floor, holding her arms firmly above her head. The swift movement forced Cream's head to turn, her body writhing as she tried to push him away. "Wasn't this what you wanted earlier?" he asked coldly, the blood from her neck still dripping from his mouth.

Cream lay there, her eyes brimming with tears, caught in a vortex of shock and realization. Deep down, she had always yearned to belong to him since they met. Yet, something within her recoiled at the thought, filling her with fear and uncertainty about accepting such a profound admission of love.

Black's patience began to fray as he waited for her response, his own emotions a tumultuous mix of frustration and shame. "Stop these bloody games if you're serious about this," he whispered hoarsely, his voice betraying a hint of vulnerability. He stared at her expectantly, yet his mind raced with doubts. Had he misread the situation? Was he wrong to think she wanted the same depth of connection as he did? When Cream only stared back in silence, Black's frustration boiled over. He slammed his fist onto the metal floor near her face, the sound echoing. "Answer me!" he demanded. Cream turned her head away, her voice barely audible. "I don't know, I need time," she whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of her admission. "You know this isn't how it fucking works," he sneered, mocking his own naivety. "I'm such a fool to have thought you were serious." Black's voice was a harsh whisper, dripping with contempt as he leaned close to Cream's ear. "You think you can play games with me?" he growled, his breath hot against her skin. "You think you can just toy with my feelings and get away with it?"

Cream's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of fear and unspoken longing. She wanted to scream out her true feelings, to tell him how much he meant to her, but the words wouldn't come.

Suddenly, she felt a forceful grip on her, and in one swift motion, Black turned her onto her stomach. Her body instinctively tensed, every muscle coiling in anticipation and anxiety. She was frozen, caught in the grip of conflicting emotions. Without a word, he yanked her pants down, exposing her vulnerably to his gaze. Cream's breath hitched in her throat, her heart racing even faster. The cool air brushed against her skin, heightening her awareness of every touch, every movement. Black's hands were unyielding as he swiftly unzipped his own pants. "I've been such a bloody fool," he muttered, his voice laced with self-loathing. "Believing that a pure-EZ'NOZ feel anything real."

Without a word, without any hint of warning, he positioned himself and forcefully penetrated her. The abrupt intrusion was so intense, so overwhelming, that Cream couldn't help but cry out. "You're all the same," Black spat, each word punctuated with a thrust. "Just using others for your own fucking selfish needs." His grip on her tightened, his fingers digging into her skin. Cream's response was a choked sob, her body wracked with the intensity of his actions. "Black..." she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The suddenness of it all sent a shockwave through her body. For a brief moment, pain and pleasure collided, leaving her disoriented. Black didn't slow down or pause; he was relentless, each thrust a mix of aggression and raw need. Cream, despite the initial shock and discomfort, found herself responding to his fervor. Her body, driven by a primal and deep-seated desire, began to move in rhythm with his. Cream's tears flowed freely now, her sobs mingling with the sounds of their bodies colliding. She felt torn apart by his words, by the roughness of his touch, and by her own inability to express her true feelings.

As Black's movements grew more erratic, his breathing ragged, he leaned down to her ear once more. "You'll never understand what you've done to me," he whispered, his voice a mix of rage and despair. "Damn you..." he growled.

As Black continued his relentless rhythm, each thrust a reflection of his pent-up frustration and anger, Cream writhed beneath him. Her hands clawed at the metal floor, trying to find something to anchor her amidst the storm of sensations.

Black's second member thrust into Cream's back entrance without any warning. The abrupt and deep penetration caused Cream to scream in pain, a sharp, piercing cry that cut through the charged atmosphere. "Fuck! It hurts... it hurts," Cream gasped, her voice laced with agony. In a reflexive attempt to escape the pain, she tried to lift herself up, but Black's strong hand on her shoulder forced her back down. "I don't give a shite," Black growled, his voice harsh with a mixture of anger and desire. Yet, his movements became less forceful, his pace slowing down. He maintained his dominant position, but there was a subtle shift in his demeanor. As he continued, he observed Cream's reactions closely, gauging her discomfort. "Stop being such a fucking pussy," he snarled, trying to maintain his tough exterior. Still, his actions betrayed a certain level of care, a reluctance to cause her true harm.

Cream, her breathing heavy and uneven, tried to adjust to the overwhelming sensations. Despite the pain, a part of her reveled in the intensity of the moment, the raw and unfiltered passion that Black displayed.

"Is this what you wanted?" Black growled, his voice a mix of sarcasm and genuine curiosity. His hands gripped her hips firmly, controlling each movement with a possessive intensity. "To push me to this fucking point?" Cream, struggling to catch her breath, managed to gasp out, "Yes... more... don't stop..." Her words were a plea, a surrender to the overwhelming sensations that threatened to consume her. Black's response was a deep, guttural chuckle, a sound that vibrated through Cream, igniting a fire within her. "You're such a masochist," he accused. "You fucking love this, don't you? Being at my bloody mercy?" Cream's only reply was a moan, her body responding instinctively to his dominance. As the pain mingled with her growing pleasure, she found herself on the brink of an intense climax, her body tensing in anticipation.

Just as she thought she couldn't take anymore, Black's grip on her hips tightened, and he pulled her closer, reducing the space between them. He leaned over her, his breath hot against her neck. "I hate how much I fucking want you," he whispered, a confession that sent a shiver down her spine. In that moment of raw honesty, Cream managed to lift herself slightly, her head turning to catch a glimpse of Black. Her appearance was wild and disheveled, makeup smeared from tears, lips swollen, hair in disarray – yet to Black, she looked devastatingly beautiful. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause. Cream's gaze drifted to Black's lips, a silent plea. Black, caught in the moment, reached around to cup her face, pulling her into a kiss that was as complex as their relationship.

As their lips met, Black growled into the kiss, "You drive me fucking insane, Cream." His voice was a mix of desire and frustration. "I can't stand you, yet here I fucking am, unable to keep my hands off you." As they kissed, Black's movements became more fervent, his thrusts driving them both closer to the edge. "Shit, you always pushing me to the edge." Cream, her voice barely above a whisper, responded with a mix of defiance and vulnerability. "Maybe I just wanna see how far you'll go," she replied, her breath hitching as he continued to move within her. "Fuck me harder," she whispered, a challenge and a surrender all in one. "Show me how much you really hate me.“

Black's primal instincts were fully unleashed, his movements becoming even more ferocious and unbridled. As he pressed Cream's body against the cold metal floor, he positioned himself more dominantly above her, ready to unleash a torrent of pent-up passion and frustration. The sight of her, usually so strong-willed and argumentative, now yielding beneath him, ignited something primal within him.

Pressed hard against the cold metal floor, Cream found herself overwhelmed by the raw intensity of Black's desire. Each forceful thrust sent shockwaves through her body, the burning sensation in her back entry mixing with the deep, aching pleasure from her front, was pushing her to her limits. She found herself questioning the decision to let Black fuck her with such unbridled ferocity. Yet, amidst the tumultuous swirl of sensations, a realization dawned on her – this raw, unfiltered passion was what she craved from Black

Cream's responses were primal – moans, screams, and pleas melded into a symphony of raw desire. The realization hit her, perhaps her reluctance to confess her love, to return Black's bite, stemmed from this complex dance of love and hate they were locked in. She relished the way he despised her, the way his hatred translated into a passion so raw and unfiltered.

Her mind was a blur, thoughts and sensations colliding as Black continued his relentless assault. In that moment, she understood the paradoxical nature of their bond – she loved Black precisely for the intensity of his hatred towards her.

Black's grunts echoed through the air as he demanded aggressively, "Where?!" her response was lost amidst the cacophony of moans and cries; she was unable to form coherent words through the overwhelming pleasure. Frustrated by her silence, Black grabbed her hair and yanked her head back with a forceful pull. Cream let out a sharp cry, her body arching involuntarily. As Black leaned down to her ear, his voice was menacingly, "Answer me, slut!" His words were a threat laced with a promise, "If you don't, I'll keep going until can't take it anymore! Until you can't stand from pain and pass out... again and again." The threat, so aligned with Cream's chaotic desires, sent her spiraling into a powerful climax. Her body shuddered and convulsed under him, overwhelmed by the blend of pleasure and pain. Black felt her tighten around him, a sensation so intense it pushed him over the edge.

He grunted, holding back his own climax and was tantalizingly close but determined to restrain himself until Cream gave him the answer he sought. He said with a mix of annoyance and desire, "You're pushing me!" Her quivering body and writhing movements only fueled his frustration and desire. In a fit of annoyance, he pushed her head back down onto the cold metal surface, pinning her in place. Just as he was about to give in and release inside her, Cream managed to gasp out, "On my back... please..." Without hesitation, Black withdrew, releasing himself onto her back. His grunts filled the air as he jerked himself, ensuring every last drop landed on her. As the warmth of his release contrasted with the cold metal beneath her, Cream let out a satisfied sigh. Black finished and cursed softly, his movements slowed. He looked down at Cream, her back glistening with his release, and felt a mix of satisfaction and disgust.

Cream's eyelids fluttered closed, her body overwhelmed by exhaustion and the intense sensations still echoing through her. But the moment of respite was short-lived. She felt a sudden movement as Black flipped her onto her back, and she opened her eyes, startled and uncertain. Black looked down at her, his expression a mix of annoyance and unresolved tension. "Clean me up," he ordered gruffly, making it clear what he expected of her. As Cream hesitated, Black's impatience grew. He grabbed her hair, guiding her face towards his still-exposed members. Cream obediently opened her mouth, beginning to lick and clean his dual shafts. As she did so, she couldn't help but find a twisted satisfaction in the act, a fact that Black seemed to notice and despise. "You're disgusting, enjoying this," he spat, slapping her cheek hard. Cream winced at the pain, yet continued her task, her tongue moving over each head, cleaning away the remnants of his release.

Then, unexpectedly, she felt a gentle touch on her head. Looking up, she saw Black's hand caressing her hair, his expression conflicted. "I hate this," he murmured, almost to himself, "hate treating you like this."

For a moment, Cream paused, meeting his gaze. It was a look she had never seen on him before—sad, concerned, a vulnerability he never showed. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could form words, Black stood up, zipping his pants with a swift motion. "You should clean yourself up too," he said curtly, avoiding her eyes. "We're about to move on. And cover that bite on your neck. It's visible."

As Cream touched the bite wound on her neck, Black had already turned away, leaving her alone on the cold metal floor. She sat there for a moment, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her—confusion, longing, and an unexpected pang of sadness. Black's parting words and the brief glimpse of his softer side left her more bewildered than ever about their complex, turbulent relationship.