( one morning sizhui will find a small little bouquet of some small flowers and some seashells. attached to it is a plain card that simply says;
Sizhui, It isn't much, but I have been picking up shells on my morning run whenever I think of you. I had help arranging it into something that I'm told is better than my original idea, so I hope you like it. — Ushijima)
Aw gosh, you know you are more than welcome to visit me whenever you like, right? You don't need any particular reason or anything. ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡ Also, this might sound silly, but what is ‘muchacho’? And ‘compadre’?
At the moment, I'm currently trying to figure out how to work a giant fish tail.
( one cozy morning sometime after sunrise, ushijima slowly wakes up; looking around, he realizes he stayed over at sizhui's the night before and finds the smallest of smiles pulling up his lips in this quiet moment of intimacy on this wintery morning. the smell of shizui's shampoo wafts up and ushijima finds himself unconsciously tipping his head down to bury his nose into his hair and just breathe him in. his one track mind tells him he should get up, get dressed, go for his usual morning run.
but, he doesn't want to. and this isn't the first time that he's woken up with sizhui tucked against him and he's foregone his morning run in favor of a different sort of exercise.
he thinks today might be one of those mornings. and he can't say he's not in favor of it.
he shifts slightly and reaches toward the nightstand where he left a small twig of mistletoe. he'd wanted to do something silly, he knows, but he'd heard it was romantic, but it had gone forgotten in favor of something else. it can't be helped, sizhui is very distracting in all the best ways. he use the ribbon to tie it to the headboard, more or less. he tries to do it without waking the sleeping beauty in bed with him, and hopefully accomplishes it. because once he's done, he shifts down on the bed so he can press a soft kiss against sizhui's forehead, his cheek, then his lips where he lingers for just a few moments. )
[lucky for ushijima, sizhui's deeply asleep and far too content to let a little shifting jostle him awake while he's nestled with the other man. he stays leaned against ushijima's shoulder, only moving the faintest amount down to his chest when he's stretching up to get the mistletoe in place, but he readjusts simply enough, nuzzling back into his neck for a couple minutes longer. (let's be honest, even if he had awakened, it's not like he'd know what's going anyhow, so!) what ultimately rouses him from sleep is the kiss on his forehead, which earns a soft, contented hum that lilts upward in half-confusion once he realizes. isn't he usually up and getting ready for running? sizhui knows well because he does it every day, of course, but also because he sometimes joins him, so it's different to have ushijima still in bed, warm and solid beside him.
he rubs his mouth against ushijima's shoulder, inhales a slow, measured breath, then sighs it back out before withdrawing to let those lips find his cheek and mouth easier. his left hand lifts, fingertips tracing along the man's chin as he lingers, over his jaw, down his neck toward his collarbone where he hesitates now.]
And good morning to you, too.
[briefly, sizhui turns away, raising his opposite hand to cup around his mouth and muffle a yawn. as he does, however, the flicker of an unfamiliar ribbon tied to his headboard catches his attention, prompting him to twist further so he can get a better look.] Ah...? [following the inquisitive noise, he reaches up from his own face, letting a single digit run across the leaves.] What's this, hm?
( he could get used to this. is getting used to this: waking up with sizhui. it's nice, he thinks to himself. much quieter here than back at home. he shouldn't overstay his welcome, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't want to stay here more and more. seeing sizhui wake up in the morning makes something warm settle in his chest, in his stomach, maybe somewhere else but that part isn't the point.
ushijima follows sizhui's gaze up to the plant waiting there patiently and makes a noise of acknowledgment. he lifts his hand and traces just the tips of his fingers along the underside of sizhui's arm for a moment before falling away and draping that arm over sizhui's body instead. idly his thumb rubs over his hip over the blanket as his gaze shifts back to sizhui. )
Mistletoe.
( a man of many words. he'll continue, in a moment, right after he shifts a little more and dips his hand back beneath the covers so he can get it on sizhui and gently drag his fingers up and down his back. )
It's a holiday tradition where if you meet someone beneath it, ( he leans in and presses another soft kiss against sizhui's lips. ) you kiss.
[the funny thing is, no matter how long ushijima wanted to stay, sizhui wouldn't ever tell him ‘no’. he's enjoying the company just as much and honestly wishes for more of it than what they've already had, which perhaps makes him selfish... but does he care? not really, no, he's far too smitten with ushijima while still groggy and waking up.
to be fair, it's the mistletoe that has his attention at the moment, his finger moving up those leaves to drift over a berry or two. ushijima's fingertips ghosting along his arm immediately has sizhui averting his gaze to him, the softest breath passing his lips in a slow, steady manner as goosebumps prickle his skin, even way before he lowers the arm and rests it over him. without second-guessing, sizhui's own arm lowers, hooks around ushijima's shoulders then somehow tugs him closer, regardless of them already being practically chest-to-chest. if he were feeling extra possessive, maybe he'd hook a leg around the other man too, but he'll try his absolute hardest to not be that clingy (yet).
so, so many words, although sizhui doesn't mind waiting, especially if it means getting to feel his fingers trail up and down his back. he hums again, eyelashes fluttering, the hand lowering to ushijima's cheek which holds him in place when he leans to kiss him a second time.]
While I've never heard of such a thing, this seems like a tradition I could get used to.
[he huffs an airy little laugh, nuzzles their noses together then captures his lips in a third kiss, this one slightly firmer, lingering longer than necessary.]
( if they're talking about being smitten, ushijima most certainly is with sizhui. even though they've been like this for months, this still feels like something completely brand new, something exciting. he enjoys this feeling more than he ever imagined he would. he has sizhui to thank for bringing this new experience into his life.
he'd always heard of skinship before winding up here, but it never meant much to him. sure, he did things with his friends — everyone on his teams have been very touchy-feely, and he's never really minded that kind of thing. but this... this is on a whole different level and he finds he really, really, really enjoys when they're pressed this close to one another. them settling against one another, fitting together like they were made to do so.
like this kiss, for example. any kiss that lingers with sizhui is never longer than necessary. they're all necessary. ushijima presses more into it, making it even longer. maybe being nice enough to let them both have a break for a quick sip of air. he even takes it a little bit further by nudging sizhui over and following him. maybe sizhui doesn't want to be pushy and show any signs of being clingy, but, well. ushijima doesn't really mind all that and wants to cling to him as much as he's allowed. a hand smoothes down sizhui's side, his hip, down the back of his thigh and coaxes his leg to wrap around his hip. if they can be even closer, he's all for it. )
[after kaeya tried to basically trap sizhui in his home......... he had calmed down and let sizhui return to his cabin probably a little traumatized but otherwise unharmed. they've of course met up since then with no hard feelings between them, just embarrassment on kaeya's part, and from the conversations since then kaeya knows that... today is sizhui's birthday!!!
he doesn't have much as he hasn't really been up for sex since roman left, and thus no stamps, but he's got a few homemade chicken skewers for sizhui that they can eat together. he gives the door a few knocks before waiting for sizhui to answer.]
[a little more trauma never hurt anything, right? —okay, but to be fair, sizhui has a great support system and can handle it, not excluding kaeya in said system because they obviously had to talk about what happened. he, of all people, understands what kaeya's going through and would never judge him for things done or said, especially in the heat of a monster-brained moment.
the wonderful thing about sizhui: he wholeheartedly believes food is a perfect birthday gift. so, when the knock on his door comes, he wastes no time going to answer, opening it up to reveal kaeya standing there with his delicious-looking chicken skewers.] Hi there, Kaeya! What have you brought with you today?
[he holds out the plate of skewers, smiling widely.]
Happy birthday Sizhui. I made us some chicken skewers - hope you haven't eaten yet?
[it's not much, but it's his specialty. it's not his usual specialty, as he doesn't have the right type of wine, but he was able to get his hands on some and, well, here they are.]
And I surely hope you don't mind spending a few hours of your special day with me.
[sizhui wastes no time leaning closer, getting a nice whiff of the delicious-smelling food, which almost immediately has his mouth watering.] Thank you so much! No, I haven't yet, and these smell absolutely fantastic...
[whether it's kaeya's usual or not, they look and smell great either way, and being able to share his gift with good company? well, now that's just a huge plus!] Ah, Kaeya, [he pauses, cheeks flushing a healthy shade of red before he steps aside and gestures his friend inside.]
You know I will always have time for you, especially on my birthday. Spending time with my friends is one of my favorite things to do during it.
Excellent, than I came in at the perfect time. [he happily enters sizhui's little home, toeing off his shoes as he's learned to do over the various worlds and friends he's visited.
he takes a brief look around before turning his attention to sizhui.] You're much too kind to me, Sizhui. It's your birthday! You shouldn't be paying me any flatteries.
[It's almost a repeat of last year, isn't it? His DTF, unrelentingly replying in his stead to the DTF mingle and getting him so drunk he's starting to feel downright ill. It's so bad that he can no longer type without it looking like word salad, nor can he navigate the speech to text feature very well. It's much easier to just ask his tormentor to give Sizhui a call for him...]
Edited (ah yes, the text to speech) 2023-06-23 07:18 (UTC)
[if sizhui had a nickel for every time this has happened, he'd have two nickels— which isn't a lot but it's still weird that it's happened twice now?
the dtf curled beside him pings out of nowhere, startling both her and him, although xiaoyun is quick to notify him that it's from soren in particular. despite his expression shifting momentarily to surprise, he doesn't hesitate to answer by reaching over and booping xiaoyun's nose, voice a little softer after being so abruptly pulled from the book he'd been reading.] Hello?
Ish me, Soren... I, uh, I hate to do this, but... I've a favor I must ask of you...
[With all the slurring and lisping he's doing on a dazed, attenuated, and somewhat clogged voice, it's not difficult to tell that the poor dragon boy is in A Way.]
[it's the unclear speech and tone of voice that immediately have sizhui more alert, even if he's careful to keep his own response steady.] Ah, Soren... [their last interaction hadn't gone so swimmingly, and while he'd wanted to apologize, it felt safer to keep disengaged until he found the right moment.
—which has apparently presented itself now, so!] Of course, what is it? Are you alright?
[ever since ike left this world, soren had been using the adjunct cabin sizhui let him stay in on and off. sometimes he would leave and grow scarce for days on end. others he would be present but quiet, failing to emerge. while sizhui was recovering from his broken rib, he would check in on him here and again, but that was it. it would seem that, for the most part, soren wanted to be left alone.
in truth, he slept. for a while, it was all he felt like doing. his head and his heart would feel heavy, his body along with, and so he would curl up and take a nap that he wouldn't wake from for days. but as june sweltered into july, so too did another basic urge. the animal inside of him had been supercharged with the desire to mate as the season dictates. dreams of loved ones, acquaintances, and even those he resented intensified, and when at last he couldn't help but stir from slumber, waking up pained him more than ever. and soon it seemed as though he could no longer stay asleep for long stretches without being interrupted by this nagging biological imperative.
it is after being woken from one of such dreams suffuse with lustful ideas that something in him finally snapped. he couldn't bear being alone anymore. he needed to feel someone buckle against his weight and accept the crude brunt of all he pent up. his body practically moved on its own as he exited the confines of the cabin and spread his wings to take a flying leap to the open window leading into sizhui's bedroom. not only is he the closest option, but likely to be the most receptive of this. and if he isn't? well...
that's going to be a problem.
moonlight shows him how the cultivator is fast asleep in bed at this hour, but soren shoves aside any remorse for his actions and slips in with him, breath hot and heavy, darkened vision pulsing and his hands trembling as he helps himself to the gentle curve of his waist, sidles up against his backside with a squeeze of his hip and a hit of the intimate scent at the nape of his neck. his exhale rattles with the incipience of a satisfied purr, and already his dick, throbbing and wet, presses and squirms against his ass as if making to penetrate. his better mind has been almost completely eclipsed by instinct, considerations of good or bad ideas shrouded by this overpowering lust.]
Su... Shizhui... [he whispers.]
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[while lan sizhui much prefers soren's company, he also completely understands the need to be alone and grieve; it was something he did whenever ushijima left, so he's certain of the necessity of doing this, but it doesn't mean he isn't blatantly happier whenever soren checks up on him or he's feeling well enough to do the same with him. the more time that passes by, the better he feels, actually, and after a decent length of time, he's nearly all healed up from his injuries the month before.
what remains on him is some mottled bruising across his side and down his hip, but he's otherwise back to normal, and even those only linger because he's saved his qi for more important things like visiting with soren when the chance arises.
tonight is not a time he expected to receive company, yet soren will quickly learn, it also isn't an unwelcome advance, despite them having talked about it however long ago now.
being a cultivator, he's always supposed to be prepared for unwanted intrusions, and if it were someone not soren, the protective wards around the home would warn him of such happenings, it's why he doesn't stir at all as the dragon clambers through his window and freely slips into his bed. of course, he senses someone else's energy, which prompts him to flutter his eyelashes, though he doesn't move otherwise. even the squeeze on his hip and soren pressing up against his backside only earn a soft, barely acknowledging noise, his head dipping forward to allow soren better access to his neck. taking into account sizhui's wearing thin linen pants and nothing else, it's no surprise he can feel that hard cock on his ass too, but still he just manages responding,] Mmhmmm, [in a breathy, long-drawn-out hum.
instinctively, his lower-half shifts back, he raises the arm he's not resting on then lowers the hand to drape over the one soren's gripping his hip with, fingertips stroking across his knuckles, his eyes sinking shut again.]
[if the way sizhui is responding already indicates, he's quite content with how this is going. were he less blinded by his rut, he would be a little more considerate about asking permission, but how can he heed sense when sizhui curves his back into his advance? to his lizard brain, that's the same as saying yes. besides, they've been partners many times before. he's no stranger to him.
a soft moan vibrates deep in his throat at his half-asleep show of reciprocity. he sweeps his thumb across the side of sizhui's hand and then starts peeling the hem of his pants away, sending his other hand beneath them to aid in this endeavor. his tail wiggles a little in excitement, shifting the bedsheets a bit.]
and will likely continue to be cw: dubcon for however long ohrghrgh
[in this situation, it's different, but he's no less responsive to soren's advances, just way too tired to fully acknowledge exactly what's happening at present. he seeks the dragon's body-heat, wanting extra contact while unknowingly offering more than expected and seemingly following as necessary.
ordinarily, sizhui would need his monster amulet to be transformed, but given the time of the month (and the season, that will come into play soon enough), he's already sporting his usual púca features; black rabbit ears, delicately twisted antlers and his puffball tail, the former and latter of which are all nice and relaxed, initially. the shift of his waistband on his hips does faintly rouse him, ears twitching, coaxing half-lidded eyes downward long enough to notice what's happening. whatever he mumbles, it's incoherent, both of his hands moving so he can use the heels of his palms to help push the pants further down his thighs.]
[words elude him following that remark. he averts his attention again, props his head onto his forearm and exhales a heavy breath, eyelids flickering as soren withdraws enough to let him see what he's being fucked with before getting right back down to business. his ears drop further against his head, almost to the point they're drooping against the floor, his mouth popping open on staccato, repetitive ah'ing noises for a couple of moments; it's a steady, yet somewhat faltering mantra, coupled with the obscene, wet sounds of soren plunging over and over again into his hole. if he weren't so out of it already, he might've reached for soren's wings and caressed whichever appendage he could touch easier, stroke it for silent encouragement— but he can barely keep his head held up off the floor, let alone think about moving anything except his hips.
he spreads his legs a little more, splays the hand he has balanced beneath his forehead and attempts meeting each deliberate motion soren pushes against him.] Gods, S-Soren, [he moans brokenly.] Keep— keep fucking me just like that—!
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Sizhui,
It isn't much, but I have been picking up shells on my morning run whenever I think of you. I had help arranging it into something that I'm told is better than my original idea, so I hope you like it.
— Ushijima )
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I've missed you bro! My muchacho, my bestest man, my compadre in crime and affection <3
What are you up to right now?
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Aw gosh, you know you are more than welcome to visit me whenever you like, right? You don't need any particular reason or anything. ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡ Also, this might sound silly, but what is ‘muchacho’? And ‘compadre’?
At the moment, I'm currently trying to figure out how to work a giant fish tail.
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[He doesn't know how sizhui made those icons so he's just going to copy them cause they are cute and he likes them]
( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡
Wait a giant fish tail? Did you go fishing? Can I help?
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[oh no... that's cute, he'll have to teach itto how to make other ones someday.] How sweet, you've given me so many little hearts. („• ᴗ •„)
No, I didn't go fishing, but perhaps you could come and help fish me out of the ocean instead?
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(„• ᴗ •„)(„• ᴗ •„)(„• ᴗ •„)(„• ᴗ •„)(„• ᴗ •„)(„• ᴗ •„)
You got stuck in the ocean? Oh no!!! I'll be right there!!!!! Sizhui where you at?!?!?? Where is the ocean????
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but, he doesn't want to. and this isn't the first time that he's woken up with sizhui tucked against him and he's foregone his morning run in favor of a different sort of exercise.
he thinks today might be one of those mornings. and he can't say he's not in favor of it.
he shifts slightly and reaches toward the nightstand where he left a small twig of mistletoe. he'd wanted to do something silly, he knows, but he'd heard it was romantic, but it had gone forgotten in favor of something else. it can't be helped, sizhui is very distracting in all the best ways. he use the ribbon to tie it to the headboard, more or less. he tries to do it without waking the sleeping beauty in bed with him, and hopefully accomplishes it. because once he's done, he shifts down on the bed so he can press a soft kiss against sizhui's forehead, his cheek, then his lips where he lingers for just a few moments. )
Good morning.
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he rubs his mouth against ushijima's shoulder, inhales a slow, measured breath, then sighs it back out before withdrawing to let those lips find his cheek and mouth easier. his left hand lifts, fingertips tracing along the man's chin as he lingers, over his jaw, down his neck toward his collarbone where he hesitates now.]
And good morning to you, too.
[briefly, sizhui turns away, raising his opposite hand to cup around his mouth and muffle a yawn. as he does, however, the flicker of an unfamiliar ribbon tied to his headboard catches his attention, prompting him to twist further so he can get a better look.] Ah...? [following the inquisitive noise, he reaches up from his own face, letting a single digit run across the leaves.] What's this, hm?
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ushijima follows sizhui's gaze up to the plant waiting there patiently and makes a noise of acknowledgment. he lifts his hand and traces just the tips of his fingers along the underside of sizhui's arm for a moment before falling away and draping that arm over sizhui's body instead. idly his thumb rubs over his hip over the blanket as his gaze shifts back to sizhui. )
Mistletoe.
( a man of many words. he'll continue, in a moment, right after he shifts a little more and dips his hand back beneath the covers so he can get it on sizhui and gently drag his fingers up and down his back. )
It's a holiday tradition where if you meet someone beneath it, ( he leans in and presses another soft kiss against sizhui's lips. ) you kiss.
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to be fair, it's the mistletoe that has his attention at the moment, his finger moving up those leaves to drift over a berry or two. ushijima's fingertips ghosting along his arm immediately has sizhui averting his gaze to him, the softest breath passing his lips in a slow, steady manner as goosebumps prickle his skin, even way before he lowers the arm and rests it over him. without second-guessing, sizhui's own arm lowers, hooks around ushijima's shoulders then somehow tugs him closer, regardless of them already being practically chest-to-chest. if he were feeling extra possessive, maybe he'd hook a leg around the other man too, but he'll try his absolute hardest to not be that clingy (yet).
so, so many words, although sizhui doesn't mind waiting, especially if it means getting to feel his fingers trail up and down his back. he hums again, eyelashes fluttering, the hand lowering to ushijima's cheek which holds him in place when he leans to kiss him a second time.]
While I've never heard of such a thing, this seems like a tradition I could get used to.
[he huffs an airy little laugh, nuzzles their noses together then captures his lips in a third kiss, this one slightly firmer, lingering longer than necessary.]
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he'd always heard of skinship before winding up here, but it never meant much to him. sure, he did things with his friends — everyone on his teams have been very touchy-feely, and he's never really minded that kind of thing. but this... this is on a whole different level and he finds he really, really, really enjoys when they're pressed this close to one another. them settling against one another, fitting together like they were made to do so.
like this kiss, for example. any kiss that lingers with sizhui is never longer than necessary. they're all necessary. ushijima presses more into it, making it even longer. maybe being nice enough to let them both have a break for a quick sip of air. he even takes it a little bit further by nudging sizhui over and following him. maybe sizhui doesn't want to be pushy and show any signs of being clingy, but, well. ushijima doesn't really mind all that and wants to cling to him as much as he's allowed. a hand smoothes down sizhui's side, his hip, down the back of his thigh and coaxes his leg to wrap around his hip. if they can be even closer, he's all for it. )
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he doesn't have much as he hasn't really been up for sex since roman left, and thus no stamps, but he's got a few homemade chicken skewers for sizhui that they can eat together. he gives the door a few knocks before waiting for sizhui to answer.]
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the wonderful thing about sizhui: he wholeheartedly believes food is a perfect birthday gift. so, when the knock on his door comes, he wastes no time going to answer, opening it up to reveal kaeya standing there with his delicious-looking chicken skewers.] Hi there, Kaeya! What have you brought with you today?
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Happy birthday Sizhui. I made us some chicken skewers - hope you haven't eaten yet?
[it's not much, but it's his specialty. it's not his usual specialty, as he doesn't have the right type of wine, but he was able to get his hands on some and, well, here they are.]
And I surely hope you don't mind spending a few hours of your special day with me.
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[whether it's kaeya's usual or not, they look and smell great either way, and being able to share his gift with good company? well, now that's just a huge plus!] Ah, Kaeya, [he pauses, cheeks flushing a healthy shade of red before he steps aside and gestures his friend inside.]
You know I will always have time for you, especially on my birthday. Spending time with my friends is one of my favorite things to do during it.
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he takes a brief look around before turning his attention to sizhui.] You're much too kind to me, Sizhui. It's your birthday! You shouldn't be paying me any flatteries.
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June 1st [voice]
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the dtf curled beside him pings out of nowhere, startling both her and him, although xiaoyun is quick to notify him that it's from soren in particular. despite his expression shifting momentarily to surprise, he doesn't hesitate to answer by reaching over and booping xiaoyun's nose, voice a little softer after being so abruptly pulled from the book he'd been reading.] Hello?
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[With all the slurring and lisping he's doing on a dazed, attenuated, and somewhat clogged voice, it's not difficult to tell that the poor dragon boy is in A Way.]
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—which has apparently presented itself now, so!] Of course, what is it? Are you alright?
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crawls into your inbox (llllate july) cw: dubcon
in truth, he slept. for a while, it was all he felt like doing. his head and his heart would feel heavy, his body along with, and so he would curl up and take a nap that he wouldn't wake from for days. but as june sweltered into july, so too did another basic urge. the animal inside of him had been supercharged with the desire to mate as the season dictates. dreams of loved ones, acquaintances, and even those he resented intensified, and when at last he couldn't help but stir from slumber, waking up pained him more than ever. and soon it seemed as though he could no longer stay asleep for long stretches without being interrupted by this nagging biological imperative.
it is after being woken from one of such dreams suffuse with lustful ideas that something in him finally snapped. he couldn't bear being alone anymore. he needed to feel someone buckle against his weight and accept the crude brunt of all he pent up. his body practically moved on its own as he exited the confines of the cabin and spread his wings to take a flying leap to the open window leading into sizhui's bedroom. not only is he the closest option, but likely to be the most receptive of this. and if he isn't? well...
that's going to be a problem.
moonlight shows him how the cultivator is fast asleep in bed at this hour, but soren shoves aside any remorse for his actions and slips in with him, breath hot and heavy, darkened vision pulsing and his hands trembling as he helps himself to the gentle curve of his waist, sidles up against his backside with a squeeze of his hip and a hit of the intimate scent at the nape of his neck. his exhale rattles with the incipience of a satisfied purr, and already his dick, throbbing and wet, presses and squirms against his ass as if making to penetrate. his better mind has been almost completely eclipsed by instinct, considerations of good or bad ideas shrouded by this overpowering lust.]
Su... Shizhui... [he whispers.]
me, rubbin my lil hands together and cackling (also gonna just keep the cw: dubcon right here)
what remains on him is some mottled bruising across his side and down his hip, but he's otherwise back to normal, and even those only linger because he's saved his qi for more important things like visiting with soren when the chance arises.
tonight is not a time he expected to receive company, yet soren will quickly learn, it also isn't an unwelcome advance, despite them having talked about it however long ago now.
being a cultivator, he's always supposed to be prepared for unwanted intrusions, and if it were someone not soren, the protective wards around the home would warn him of such happenings, it's why he doesn't stir at all as the dragon clambers through his window and freely slips into his bed. of course, he senses someone else's energy, which prompts him to flutter his eyelashes, though he doesn't move otherwise. even the squeeze on his hip and soren pressing up against his backside only earn a soft, barely acknowledging noise, his head dipping forward to allow soren better access to his neck. taking into account sizhui's wearing thin linen pants and nothing else, it's no surprise he can feel that hard cock on his ass too, but still he just manages responding,] Mmhmmm, [in a breathy, long-drawn-out hum.
instinctively, his lower-half shifts back, he raises the arm he's not resting on then lowers the hand to drape over the one soren's gripping his hip with, fingertips stroking across his knuckles, his eyes sinking shut again.]
this continues to be cw: dubcon
a soft moan vibrates deep in his throat at his half-asleep show of reciprocity. he sweeps his thumb across the side of sizhui's hand and then starts peeling the hem of his pants away, sending his other hand beneath them to aid in this endeavor. his tail wiggles a little in excitement, shifting the bedsheets a bit.]
and will likely continue to be cw: dubcon for however long ohrghrgh
ordinarily, sizhui would need his monster amulet to be transformed, but given the time of the month (and the season, that will come into play soon enough), he's already sporting his usual púca features; black rabbit ears, delicately twisted antlers and his puffball tail, the former and latter of which are all nice and relaxed, initially. the shift of his waistband on his hips does faintly rouse him, ears twitching, coaxing half-lidded eyes downward long enough to notice what's happening. whatever he mumbles, it's incoherent, both of his hands moving so he can use the heels of his palms to help push the pants further down his thighs.]
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cw: bl...ood... as always with these fools
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[words elude him following that remark. he averts his attention again, props his head onto his forearm and exhales a heavy breath, eyelids flickering as soren withdraws enough to let him see what he's being fucked with before getting right back down to business. his ears drop further against his head, almost to the point they're drooping against the floor, his mouth popping open on staccato, repetitive ah'ing noises for a couple of moments; it's a steady, yet somewhat faltering mantra, coupled with the obscene, wet sounds of soren plunging over and over again into his hole. if he weren't so out of it already, he might've reached for soren's wings and caressed whichever appendage he could touch easier, stroke it for silent encouragement— but he can barely keep his head held up off the floor, let alone think about moving anything except his hips.
he spreads his legs a little more, splays the hand he has balanced beneath his forehead and attempts meeting each deliberate motion soren pushes against him.] Gods, S-Soren, [he moans brokenly.] Keep— keep fucking me just like that—!