Just escapism - Fantasia one shots

Happy Destiny Day! (18+)

 "Are you nervous?"

Sam peeks around the curtain in the back of the throne room, watching as people start to come in and take their seats. "A bit." Sam responds while fidgeting with his own hands.

"You can relax, everything is gonna go well. The people love you, they're going to cheer even if you stutter."

Corby's words of encouragement seem to be ineffective, as Sam's breath accelerates unsteadily. Corby sighs and takes a look at his pocket watch. He then grabs Sam's hand and leads him out of the room, through the corridor that leads further into the castle.

"Come with me."

"Corby, what are you doing? I have a speech to give."

"You have more than enough time to come and take your mind off that for a bit."

Corby walked in front, pulling on Sam's hand gently, but firmly, channeling security.

"Where are we going?"

"Chef Magda is organizing the pastries that are gonna be served at the festival tonight. I'm thinking we could check them out in advance."

"I'm not sure she'll appreciate the impatience."

Corby pulls Sam close.

"That's why she's not going to know."

They approach the kitchen without anyone noticing, and study the room. They see some cupcakes on the counter and plan to run in and out while the bakers are checking the oven. Together, they grab one cupcake each and run out the door without being seen. Behind them, the confused calls from the cooks can still be heard as Corby and Sam book it down the corridor, holding hands and laughing wholeheartedly at their little mischievous, yet fun, deed.

The two stop after turning a corner, panting with the squeezed cupcakes in their hands. Resting with their backs against the wall, they sit on the floor giggling happily. As they calm down, they look at eachother, smiling. The castle is strangely quiet, allowing the sweet smell of freshly baked pastries to fill the air. They gaze into each other's eyes and Sam squeezes Corby's paw. The smiles slowly disappear as their eyes don't avert, as if their hearts didn't let them look away from each other. Their bodies lean closer as they appreciate this quiet moment. Suddenly, Corby pulls Sam in, pressing his lips against his. Unexpected, this makes Sam's heart rush in this breathtaking moment, as all his worries melt away, and he closes his eyes, giving in to the feeling. They hold each other's hands tighter as Corby leans in further. The cupcakes slowly fall off their distracted hands, making a short splash as the icing hits the floor.

"Damn it, the cak-"

Corby grabs Sam's face, kissing him again with passion. He crawls on top of him, pulling their bodies together, his tongue rushing to feel Sam's. Corby's breaths get faster and shallower as his heart pounds so hard Sam can feel it on his own chest. It was unusual seeing the Vulpine act in such shameless lust. The temperature rises between breaths and the grinding of their hips. Corby slips his jacket off without parting their lips, and helps Sam off his, too. Their shirts were so thin, they could feel the warm body of the other. Sam's hand wraps around Corby's waist, gripping him, pulling him down, while the other holds the back of his head, keeping him close, not letting him pull away further than what is necessary to catch his breath.

The more their hips grind, the more Sam feels his body become impatient, craving more of Corby's touch. He can feel his inner thighs getting slippery, as the anticipation glazed his entrance. Feeling the desperation building up, Corby throws Sam on the floor, pinning his wrists down, his paw climbing up under Sam's shirt, dragging his nails across his stomach and leaving the trails. He gets a helpless moan out of Sam, who has been struggling to keep his voice down the entire time. Corby's ears perk up as the pleasant sound echoes in his brain, filling him with desire. Letting his erection sink through Sam's pants, making him arch his back, huff and squirm, the fox finally parts their lips and looks up at his partner, who is barely able to keep eye contact, showing all his fervor on his red hot cheeks. Sam isn't hard to please, and Corby knows all the right buttons to press to make the show happen. Both of their pants have now visible puddles, their juices having damped the underwear beneath them, and they like the looks of if. Corby chuckles, looking at his own pants. For once, cleanliness doesn't worry him.