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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.]

[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.]

[once they reach his thighs, soren stops, having already secured access to his prizes. his overeager cock slips between his cheeks and his thighs and along his perineum, the very tip of it tickling his balls. the warmth of this crevice and the feeling of being cradled against such spaces takes him close to heaven, and it twitches heavily as another dose of his spunk pools in its new sanctuary. this hits just right. pleasantly lightheaded all of a sudden, soren purrs with each breath and begins to grope for sizhui's cock to pamper it with strokes and awaken sizhui's arousal to the level of his own.]

[while soren stops, sizhui's hands continue, moving until the waistband is nearer to his knees, then he raises one hand to his mouth and lets the opposite skim along the warm flesh of his thighs, a few fingers dipping in between his legs when he drags the hand back up, the tips almost grazing the length of soren's cock. he exhales a soft, stilted breath, pushes back again then rolls forward, seeking the other male's touch in his still mostly asleep state.] Ah... mmn. [it feels good, despite his obliviousness.]

[his pleased responses garnish the already impactful friction that glides along his cock as his body chases the new source of pleasure. soren tries to focus a little harder as he does so, needing to be mindful of long, adamantine nails. he lavishes the head with attention first, fingertips pumping and twisting along his glans and frenulum for several strokes before he bobs down to encompass the rest of his shaft and up again. there's something highly arousing about simply feeling each detail of the other man's cock as he rises to the occasion and swells at his touch. meanwhile, he lightly thrusts into his thighs, nudging against his taint and the back of his sack. deciding he would like to slicken his touch a bit more, he pauses his handjob, draws back a bit, and borrows some of the mess he'd made between his thighs to wrap around the cultivator's dick again.

there's no way he would want to stop by the time he wakes up now. he'll need this just as much as he does, and he can smell it. the dragon sinks his teeth into his lagomorphic mate's shoulder lightly, not enough to break any skin but to further claim him in his clutches. or so the driving instinct behind that gesture commands, as does the increasing mantle of his wings stretching toward their shoulders. conscious thought, on the other hand, supplies that he knows how much he likes to be bitten.]

[alright, in sizhui's defense, he's not totally oblivious to what's going on. he's well-aware there's a cock between his legs, hot and slick and pushing against him, coaxing quiet, breathy little pants from him. however, he has no idea it's soren of all people who has climbed into bed with him, using a hand to work his already half-hard dick to more fullness. sizhui's hips roll forward as soren's hand works down his length in a full stroke, his breath stutters and almost stops once that motion briefly pauses, a pitiful-sounding whine following shortly thereafter. he needn't wait long though, because just as quickly as it'd left, that hand is on him again and he wastes no time bucking into the grip of soren's fingers, groggy eagerness renewed by the wet sensation.

even through this, he's still dozing, the arm underneath him shifting, lifting, those groping fingertips seeking out bedsheets he can grasp. he latches on, tugs them down and presses his mouth against them, lips shiny with drool from how hard he'd been slumbering earlier. what finally does have him stirring is when soren's teeth catch his shoulder, causing him to gasp outright, eyes abruptly snapping open and his head twisting in an attempt to glance backward.] S-Soren? Oh—! [is what he manages before he's thrusting again, back and forth, pleasurable goosebumps peppering his skin all-over.]

[the dragon doesn't hesitate for even a second. as a matter of fact, he grinds into him a little more fervently, gives his cock a nice squeeze. an onslaught of pleasure he wouldn't dare relent should he have even half a mind to throw this desperate animal out. he releases his shoulder from his jaws to push a response out on thin air.]

I need you...

[sensitivity heightened, there's a very likely chance sizhui could come without much else happening right now. it's part of why he twists his arm, moves his free hand to the one soren has between his legs and takes hold, guiding them both down to the base of his cock where he stops, their fingers nestled neatly up against his balls. a slow, measured breath, he gently squeezes then lowers his head, murmuring between staccato huffs.]

You— you have me, [a pause for another sigh and then,] so take whatever you need.

[he knew he wouldn't protest too much, and sizhui submits not one complaint about being woken like this. the irony of the situation just barely grazes his thoughts; distantly he recalls their brief conversations about somnophilia, how creepy it seemed and therefore off-the-table with regards to negotiating kinks of the month... and accusing him of being into it when sizhui did little more but kiss him while he was sleeping. now it seems like the table has been flipped over right on top of them both.

there is a marked difference between now and then, however. a year ago, they had been strangers. now sizhui calls him a friend, and soren, well... as difficult as it is to admit such a thing, or even come to realize, that's the shape their bond has begun to take. he has grown at ease in his presence. the seed of trust had been planted and grew between them. he can come to him for many things.

things he wishes he could take to ike. like this. he'd woken from a hot and heavy dream unfulfilled and fitful, unable to resume it in the way that would make it meaningful. sizhui can't actually hope to replace ike, even though he is an excellent outlet for these intense sexual urges. for a few moments he allows himself to be foolish. dips into his imagination, holds his breath and wriggles his other arm beneath sizhui to capture his cockhead into an ardent, twisting squeeze; lets his thumb trace the exciting shape, how big he's gradually getting. his already-occupied hand reaches up to lace with the one holding it as best as he can make happen while he eagerly but gently fucks into his thighs and all the intimate spaces contained within. for just a glimmering sampling of time he could at least pretend he could be touching and interacting with the man he loves endlessly like this again before he couldn't trick himself nor condone it any longer, and he tumbles from that high place he can't actually reach anymore with a long, shuddering exhale.

then he slows. his hand slackens. he buries his face into the base of his neck, into scattered strands of sizhui's long, silky hair. his throat feels tight. his cock still beats with need. physical and emotional grow estranged for a choking moment while he tries not to think about anything at all. it should be easy. he only needs to let the monster retake the reins. this should be like taking care of nothing but an annoying, persistent rash. and oh, does he still itch for more...

he begins to rut a little harder, pump himself up with direct stimulation right at the meat of the matter.]

[mostly because half of sizhui's brain is still incoherent, driven blindly by body-contact alone, and while he's clearly awake now, he isn't thinking properly. it's why he currently doesn't even recall that conversation they'd had back then, nor is he reminded of the time he ‘took advantage’ of when soren fell asleep in his lap, too distracted with the dragon rutting up against him. oh, but best believe, the irony wouldn't be lost on him!

despite being roused from a dead sleep, he hadn't fought soren off, and he's certainly not protesting anything at present.

to be honest, had soren not stuck his opposite arm underneath him and let that other hand join the one already fondling him, he very well might've let himself drift off again. instead, sizhui jolts forward, tenses, lets their fingers dovetail then releases a harsh exhale of his own. unbeknownst to him, soren's mind has wandered, imagining something different from the situation at hand, and it isn't as if sizhui's judging him; it's an unfortunate situation for soren, circumstances which couldn't be avoided, so who is he to say what his friend can or cannot visualize while milking himself between his thighs? no, he can't and wouldn't ever dream of replacing ike, but he's fine with being a substitute.

after soren's motions become a bit less intent, his body finally relaxes slightly, head lolling forward, those bedsheets pressed to his mouth in a pitiful attempt at muffling any leftover whimpering. there's the softest breathy noise whenever soren leans into his neck, yet it's the only mostly audible thing before he ultimately just stuffs the fabric straight between his teeth. once more, the lull between them calls out for usage, coaxing him toward the warm, welcoming embrace of falling right back asleep— up until soren begins moving again.

his eyelids flicker, he attempts putting a little oomph into his bucking, and still can't quite manage working up the incentive. whether soren keeps fucking his thighs or ultimately takes more of what he wants, sizhui won't and very likely couldn't resist, regardless.]

[emotions quiet down drowned beneath the rolling tides of his movements passing over and over within the confines of smooth and tantalizing curves pressed between and made up of his thighs, renewing his drive to stoke release. he admires sizhui's swelling arousal one last time with sweeps of his dominant hand, palming his length up against his own belly on his hand's journey up his body to his chest, where his fingers trail and press and pinch in one slow prolonged fan over his nipple, the scaly touch naturally crested by the points of nails arcing above the sensitive node. simply fondling and feeling the velvety tip of flesh rouses another purring moan from his throat and a puts a curve in his cock.]

[the firmer soren moves against him, the more sizhui's mind both drifts and focuses; steady, wet heat makes him want to do the former, but it's offering enough pushback to keep soren interested that has him still attempting the latter. he trembles as soren's hand briefly traps his cock between it and his stomach, causing him to hold his breath until it's relinquished then he exhales a rough sigh, though he's left unprepared for when it starts traveling higher. by the time soren touches that nipple, sizhui has fully opened his eyes and is glancing downward, his more mobile hand reaching around to grasp the dragon's thigh, a blatant effort at teasing so he can see if soren might bite him again while he's arching into those claws.]

[there sizhui goes, bending into the pricks of pain he so loves. soren lets both his arching and the force of his fingers carve deeper dents, enough that it would be ludicrous if no marks were left lingering later. and as the puca wanted, the dragon buries his teeth into the crook of his neck and shoulder with a growl, hard, a rash of aggression provoked by the capture of his thigh, which spurs a slight jump as though bracing. he rocks his palm back and forth, applying scanter pressure to contrast with his nails.]

[as always, sizhui hopes there are marks; pretty bruises and-slash-or cuts he can admire later after everything's said and done. with soren, it's extra nice because he seems to understand there's no reason to hold back. sizhui isn't fragile, after all, except in the sense his bones can still be broken and such, but soren's never pushed the limits that far. (if he did, it's likely their safeword(s) would have been used.) a sharp, high-pitched yelp escapes him whenever soren does sink his teeth into him again, his own fingernails scraping across his thigh, eyelids flickering.

he wants to twist further, to better look at soren, that way his words might carry more considerable weight, but he'd also hate to dislodge those fangs from where he's latched on.] I need you, [soft and thready, almost the same tone soren had used earlier, an almost too-long pause afterward, then he clarifies,] Inside... [another beat and his voice strains with pleasure,] Please? [who would've thought dirty talk could be so hard like this?]

[it's not the content of his pleas that do it for him, but the desperation knitted in his tone as he unravels. it's tempting to make him unwind further until he hears him snap beneath the unbearable delay, and yet in this moment and struck aflame with the culmination of ignoring his beastly desires while they rage even in his sleep, slipping his cock deep within his conquest's body to pump him full of it. he releases sizhui's shoulder and rests his chin upon it.]

Curve your back. [he pinches his nip and withdraws some of his beating arousal back into the cavity it came from, pulling his hips back a small measure, too.] Show me your need.

[show him, huh? oh, there's no doubt that sizhui can do so, especially with how they're currently positioned, even though he has to take another minute to catch his breath at soren's continuous nipple teasing. slowly yet surely, his composure somewhat regained, he worms his left arm free, stretches it up and plants his palm against the reinforced glass behind them. if he were closer, he'd have braced himself on part of the wooden frame, but hey: any port in a storm, right?

what follows that is a careful shift of his legs, one foot bracing against soren's while the opposite finds better purchase against the mattress so he can do what's asked of him and put a nice, deep curve in his spine. he presses his ass firmer against soren's groin, using that hand he's got outstretched to offer further intensity.]

[soren grazes his taunted bead of flesh one last time as he runs his hand along the plane of his chest and down his waist, appreciating the curve his spine makes while he presents his haunches with zeal for his taking. and take it he does, prying his cheek apart with nails spurred into pliant skin, dick pressed and seeking entry with little delay. it pops and plunges in effortlessly, asserting his presence filling him with the whole length at once with a buck of his hips and a precise angle. soren's throat vibrates with another half-bated moan and clamps down on his shoulder again, clasps his hip with the savage, selfish grip of a beast indulging itself. his tail shifts up against the back of his calf, running up and down.]

[the tease earns a whimper that peters-out into a breathier-sounding noise, which pitches higher at soren's roughness. his body is lax and loose and ready, regardless of no extra preparation, and whenever soren spreads him open to push inside, he only braces harder against the motion, a groan falling unbidden from his lips as his cock slides into him all in one go. he clenches his fingers on soren's thigh, draws long, angry red lines up to his hip then reaches around, plants his palm against his ass-cheek and holds him tight against his own backside right when soren's teeth capture his shoulder a third time.

he inhales, soft and shaky, exhales shortly after and hums in delight at the slow slink of soren's tail across his leg.] Stay like this.

[it is rather difficult to make marks on scales with nails, but on any break in the tougher integument, human flesh left unchanged by aefenglom's influence upon him tears easily beneath frenzied roughness. sizhui has done this before, requested that he stop and stay once buried inside him. being stilled this way calls attention to the pattering throb of their heartbeats beating low and lewd together. it's a good thing he doesn't need to employ his hips if he wants to work friction where he itches, and it's difficult to put a stop to his prospecting cock poking and prodding at his inner walls, bucking in pulses, fucking him deep. the tails gliding over sizhui's leg grows thicker as more of it slithers over and drapes atop him, yet another appendage of the dragon's that likes staking a claim over who he tangles with.]

[‘rude,’ is on the tip of his tongue, begging to be said in response to the way soren's cock moves without his hips, and yet sizhui bites it back, faintly turning his head to muffle a whine against his own shoulder. he continues holding steady with both hands, swallowing hard, eyelids blinking sedately and his breath heaving. between everything else, he can also hear their pulses dancing together, one with each other at this moment, much like their bodies are, and it takes every ounce of willpower he has to not come on the spot. sizhui's dick twitches anyway though, spilling across the bedsheets and adding another nice little wet spot to the growing mess beneath them.] Soren... [emphasized by his tone sounding somewhat petulant, but the attempt is pretty feeble, even if his hand shifts and attempts finding purchase on that wandering tail.]

[the dragon's tail skirts lower down his thigh until the base of it slides off the slope of it entirely. instead, soren pushes the long appendage between his thighs, pressing until he can pry a space for himself. he rocks inside him, just a little, perhaps enough to get him in trouble. but the cling of his ass feels too good when it moves along his rugged, sticky shaft, and the desperation he'd been feeling to raw him hasn't exactly abated... a low, rather inhuman noise purrs in his throat and down sizhui's spine.]

[this new motion earns a soft ah! of surprise, sizhui's eyes become almost comically wide for a very brief moment then he squeezes them shut, exhales a rough huff and offers some faint pushback against soren's tail while it's carving a sizeable space between his thighs. he slackens his arm as soren grinds into him, letting more of his weight rest on the dragon's cock, his own hips moving in kind, goosebumps peppering his skin at soren's deep thrumming vibrating throughout his body.]

Okay, okay, [he relents.] Just fuck me already...! [because it's not like he's becoming any less horny here, either.]

[that tips the scale on any resistance soren has to this base impulse clawing its way through his brain to apprehend his sense. the transformation is complete. the monster pumps rigorously into his satisfyingly squeezing confines, spending another gravely moan and releasing his shoulder from his jaws only to clamp them back down with reinforced vigor. then the dragon pushes him, claws to arms and tail pressed hard into his leg to roll the puca onto his belly where he can deepen his thrusts. the blanket drags in the wake of his spiny tail, the base of which he maintains shoved between sizhui's thighs. excitement sparks low and sears through his nerves at the change in position, at fully dominating his preylike mate beneath the brunt of his apex power, wings spreading to mantle and cling to him.]

[thorough, well-aimed thrusts have sizhui panting heavily, the curve in his back somehow deepening without purposefully jostling where soren's still latched onto him. only when the dragon lets go does he slacken somewhat, even if he's also preparing to get bit again, which is what happens but isn't what catches him off-guard. in a completely different gesture, soren plants those nails against him and pushes, prompting sizhui to do exactly what he wants: he flips onto his stomach, pausing briefly until soren's situated proper-like too, then he grinds back against his hips and tail, both arms moving so he can brace himself with his elbows in another ardent press.

his head drops forward, offering more of the one shoulder and his opposite side for any further marking, although this means his neck is free game as well, and soren's welcome to claim it.]

me, rubbin my lil hands together and cackling (also gonna just keep the cw: dubcon right here)

this continues to be cw: dubcon

and will likely continue to be cw: dubcon for however long ohrghrgh

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