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You were able to get out of the other-world with Mr. Crawling and have made him apart of your home. Just like he taught you his language, you began teaching him some of your own.
“Me,” you say whilst pointing at yourself. “You,” you say whilst pointing at him.
Mr. Crawling repeats your words and motions and you pat his head. “That’s it!”
He giggles, delighted by your enthusiastic response. Whilst you still typically communicate in his language, it is a relief just to speak your own language sometimes.
“We exit leave together?” Mr. Crawling asks you.
You solemnly shake your head. “Together possible not exit.”
As much as you would love to take him out, you don’t think it would be the best to have a gender-bend straight from The Ring out on the streets. Maybe when Halloween comes around you could show him the world, though.
Mr. Crawling pouts a bit before crawling over to you. “Me want to with you,” he says, placing his hands on your shoulders.
“You want to what with me?” you inquire further. This was always the downside of the other-world language. You could never get quite specific enough.
“What T.V. ghosts do together,” he clarifies, before tugging you towards your bed.
T.V. ghosts? You wonder to yourself. You look over at your T.V. before it hits you. You had been keeping Mr. Crawling occupied with spare DVD’s you had lying around whilst you were at work and apparently they seemed to have aroused some feelings in him.
“How would that even work? Do other-world guys have the right equipment?” you think out loud.
Acting like he didn’t hear you, Mr. Crawling’s tugging gets more persistent before you give in and let him lead you.
“You lay bed,” he says as soon you reach your bed.
He lets your hand go and you lay down on your plush bed that is much more comfortable than those of the other-world, not to mention larger. All you could ever get in those was a brief nap, although the creatures may have been the cause of your lack of sleep more so than the shoddy beds.
Mr. Crawling giggles excitedly as you do as he asked. He swiftly crawls on top of you, his long hair dangling around your face. Since coming to your world, you taught him about bathing so his hair has a pleasant floral scent as opposed to the mess of blood and dirt it was before.
You always wondered how Mr. Silvier back in the other-world kept his hair so white with all the blood around him and lack of soap, but that is besides the point.
“Okay?” Mr. Crawling asks you as he runs his hand through your hair.
“Enjoy,” you reply with a smile.
He smiles back at you before quickly trying to undo the zip on your skirt. You bring your hand to his wrist to stop him and he looks at you, questioning.
“Too fast. T.V. ghosts not real. Me help you. Me show you,” you say to him.
You intertwine your fingers with his and squeeze his hand. With your free hand, you reach up and cup his face, rubbing your thumb along his cheek.
“Me like you,” Mr. Crawling admits and you chuckle to yourself.
You bring his face down to yours and you press a soft peck to his lips. He giggles and repeats the motion to you. The two of you then begin a pecking war but before you know it, his lips meet yours at the same time.
You close your eyes and deepen the kiss, relishing at what a quick learner Mr. Crawling is as he copies your motions almost instantly.
“Enjoy?” you ask as you pull away.
“Very enjoy!” Mr. Crawling exclaims before taking your head in his hands and bringing your lips together once more.
For an undead creature, Mr. Crawling is a surprisingly warm weight on top of you. You had expected him to be cold to the touch but he never was. Maybe the other-world creatures weren’t dead after all.
He kisses you like he never plans on stopping. His fingers thread into your hair and yours make their way to his scalp. The kiss is surprisingly feverish for it seemingly being his first time, at least as a creature. And as good as it this, though, you eventually push him away. His skin is slightly flushed and warm and his rough panting in your ear turns you on even more. Mr. Crawling slightly pouts at the loss of your lips before you speak again. “Good. Me show you more.”
His face lights up again and eagerly awaits your instructions. You push him all the way up to a sitting position before getting off of the bed. Mr. Crawling whines but you hush his protests with a quick peck.
“Watch,” you command.
He is turned towards you and you begin by running your hands up the sides of your body. Your fingertips just grazing the fabric of your clothes. Even though he doesn’t seem to have eyes, you somehow still feel the heat of a gaze on you.
Your hands find the edge of your sweater and you take it off, exposing your soft skin to the cool air. You follow this by unzipping your skirt and letting it pool to the floor.
Mr. Crawling’s hand reaches out and ghosts along your stomach. Goosebumps form in the wake of his touch and you slightly sigh. You then take his hand and guide it to your chest, laying his palm flat over your bra. He tentatively squeezes his hand and you take in a sharp breath.
He places his other hand on your chest and squeezes both of them, causing you to slightly giggle. “Enjoy?” you ask.
He nods before moving his hand to your waist and bringing you back onto the bed. “Lay,” he requests.
You lay back down on the soft bedding and Mr. Crawling resettles himself over you. He grabs your hands and intertwines your fingers before speaking. “What do now?”
For a moment you bask in the feeling of his body on yours. His warmth and weight making you feel secure and safe, just like he did with his words and actions in the other-world.
Eventually you entertain his question. “More mouth? New more?”
“New more.”
At his enthusiasm to continue, you shift your hips so that he moves off from straddling you. After prying your hands free from his as well, you slip your fingers down to your underwear before slowly sliding them down your legs.
Mr. Crawling is sitting up next to you, watching as you bring your hand down to the apex of your thighs. You slightly spread your legs before teasing yourself.
After a moment, you take Mr. Crawling’s hand and have him copy your ministrations. You sigh and your eyelids flutter as his fingers tentatively work against you.
His fingers pause for a moment and you whine, “Not stop.”
His head quirks for a moment before asking, “Okay? You red.”
You nod before guiding his lips to yours once again. Mr. Crawling seems to have got the hint and his fingers begin their ministrations once again. You groan into his mouth and that only encourages him.
“More,” you whisper. Mr. Crawling pulls back and looks confused at what you are asking. You giggle slightly before speaking again. “Me show you.”
He giggles excitedly and you move his hand from in between your legs. You motion for him to come sit in front of you and he obliges.
You instruct him to watch you as you trail your fingers down your front. Bending your legs, you also trace the skin of your thighs. Eventually, you reach where you want and push a finger inside yourself, slowly pumping it in and out.
You close your eyes for a moment before you feel Mr. Crawling’s hand wrap around your wrist. You slightly sit up as he moves your hand to your stomach.
Watching fervently, you see him take his own hand and repeat what you did. Grazing his fingers down your front before ghosting along your thighs.
A sigh escapes your lips at his faint touches, and a full moan escapes as he slowly presses his finger into you.
“Okay?” he asks as he stills his motions.
You nod and grab his wrist, moving it in and out. Mr. Crawling eventually gets the motion and you let go of him, laying yourself down against the pillows.
His hand feels amazing against you but it isn’t enough. “More, please,” you whisper but he gives a confused response.
“More?”
“Finger.”
It takes a moment, but it finally clicks for Mr. Crawling and he adds another finger to his motions.
“Okay?” he asks, unsure if his motions are correct.
An elated hum from you signals that he was indeed correct and he continues his ministrations. Mr. Crawling’s free hand comes to run through your hair in a wonderfully comforting gesture.
The feeling of Mr. Crawling’s hands on you Is electric. You never thought he would regain enough of his humanity to ever desire something like this with you. You always pictured that this would just be a fantasy. Admiring the long-haired creature from afar.
Though, as much as you are enjoying his attention to you, you want him to also feel such a way. You bring your hand to his arm and he stills.
“Okay?” Mr. Crawling asks with concern.
“Okay,” you begin to reassure. “Can stop now. Me show you more. You lay.”
You softly whine at the loss of his fingers, but you are just as eager to make him feel as good. He pulls his fingers apart, captivated by the sick that covers them. He then tentatively brings them to his lips, his tongue darting out.
You couldn’t have instructed him to do anything more arousing than that and a groan escapes your lips as he puts his fingers in his mouth, licking them clean.
With his fingers still in his mouth, he turns his attention to you and smiles, enjoying in how he is affecting you. This smile brings you out from your momentary daze and you roll your eyes before grabbing his shoulders, flipping your positions.
“Me lay,” he giggles.
“Yes. You lay,” you chuckle in response. You start to rub your hands over Mr. Crawling’s exposed collar bones, over his thin shirt before settling lower. You are slightly unsure of what you will feel between his thighs, he is still a creature from the other-world after all, but you push this worry out of your mind as you feel a familiarly human length.
As your hand rubs over this length through his dress, you feel Mr. Crawling slightly shudder.
“Okay?” you ask.
Mr. Crawling enthusiastically nods, taking your head in his hands and kissing you. You take that as a sign and begin harder ministrations over his clothing. He pants into your mouth and his hands move to your back, slightly clawing at your flesh.
“Me clothes off,” he whines.
You bring your hand to his hair and lightly stroke it before finding the edge of his dress and dipping your hand under it, hiking it up until you reach his hardening flesh. While wrapping your hand around him and beginning to stroke up and down, he sighs into the air.
“Good, good, good,” Mr. Crawling mumbles.
You chuckle to yourself before asking, “Enjoy?”
Mr. Crawling responds with an enthusiastic nod and you smile. Seeing this creature, your creature, succumb to the simple pleasures of the flesh is intoxicating. This man you once referred to as a monster is all but putty in your hands now. Nothing like the scary vision you thought he was upon first meeting.
He begins to claw at your arms and babble some words you aren’t sure of. You stop your motions for a moment and he closes his eyes and shakes his head.
So he was saying something favorable, you think to yourself as you resume your stroking. His breath begins to come faster and his babbling grows more incoherent. You come closer to his ear and whisper, “Let go.”
That seemed to be what Mr. Crawling needed as with a whine you feel his body jerk and shudder. He wraps his arms around you, keeping you close. His heartbeat radiating through his chest and his panting echoing right in your ear.
“Thank you. Me like you,” Mr. Crawling whispers.
“Me like you,” you whisper back as you remove your hand from under his dress and hug him back, the two of you drifting off to sleep in each others arms for the first of many nights.