TTBGO/TrollsTopia: The Tales of Broppy

I Love My Bed But it Likes You Too

They loved getting attention from the other.

Branch shifted against Poppy, pressing his back closer to her chest. As if he could push away the very last molecules of air that were separating them.

Poppy smiled against the back of his neck.

They were both lying in bed on their sides. Branch was the little spoon. Poppy's book was propped up on Branch's pillow by a holder she had bought from the market on a wim, they were reading a book that they both loved. Though P could tell by Branch's subtle squirming that he wasn't giving it his full attention.

He nuzzled against her left arm that was squeezed in the gap between his neck, shoulder and the pillow. Leaning down and pressing his lips against Poppy's skin before sighing softly.

Branch thought he was being inconspicuous. Discreet in his need to touch her.

Part of her was sure that his actions weren't even fully conscious. The subliminal need to self soothe with skin to skin contact.

The Pop Queen shifted her right leg, moving it to rest her knee on his hip and calf on his thigh.

Branch hummed quietly in satisfaction, breathing in deeply as he laid his right hand on her arm under his neck. Drawing circles on her skin with his thumb as he placed the occasional kiss.

There was a soft drag of the stubble along his jaw as Branch moved, like fine sandpaper. It sent a little shiver along Poppy's spine.

He shifted again. Pressing his ass against her pelvis.

Poppy moved slowly as the book distracted him. Running her right hand along his waist, just dipping under the loose material of his night top to trail her fingers along his warm skin.

Branch shivered a little, the echo of the movement vibrating against her chest.

His breath hitched as Poppy pressed firmly against his lower abdomen, his muscles twitching at the contact.

The teal troll opened his mouth to speak just as Poppy slipped her fingers under the waistband of his pyjamas and boxers and grazed over the tip of his semi-hard cock.

Whatever Branch was going to say was lost in the low moan that escaped his lips and rumbled deep in his chest. He bucked against her touch without thinking, twisting his hips to chase the pressure of her hand.

Poppy's smile widened.

She moved all at once; wrapping her right hand around his cock as she slid her left up and into his hair. His head fell back against her shoulder as she eased him back closer to her.

"Baby..." Branch managed to whimper just before Poppy pressed her lips against his neck, just under his ear, Branch's weak spot.

" Fuuuck ." He swallowed, eyes tight shut as he screwed up the bedcovers in his hands.

The Pop Queen placed feather light kisses along his skin, far off from being the pressure she knew Branch craved, as Poppy languidly pumped her hand.

His breath hitched, his legs squirmed as he thrusted and tried to get her to increase her tempo. But she tutted to hide the giggles that threatened to bubble up and relaxed her grip every time he tried.

He let out a frustrated moan as his plan, once again, failed. "Baby, please... "

"Hmmm?" Poppy kissed the shell of his ear lightly, almost completely letting go of him.

"Nooo, pleasepleaseplease-"

Poppy ran her thumb over the very tip of him, smearing precome around the head of his cock.