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[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.]

[now that the ball's really rolling, he can't go back. his rhythm staggers from urgent, quick swings of his hips to lunges that clap their flesh together, pausing, pressing and filling, his cock alive and squirming with relentless pleasure. sizhui can scarcely move once he's contained by the dragon's mating press, but not enough that he can't make slight adjustments into better positions. claws hooked fiercely into his arms scrape harsh, bleeding lines as he drags his hands down a few inches, a sear of pain to match the intensity building from below.]

[as desperately as he moves, it's difficult to line up perfectly with soren's motions, but there's something to be said about their not-so-flawless copulation too. it gives way to imperfection, the way sizhui tries shifting and repositioning at one point, only for him to lose stability and fall face-first into the bedsheets, half-burying the higher-pitched yelping that follows when soren's hips slam against him again on a particularly hard movement. coupled with the abrupt drag of claws across his arms, however, there's no possible way he can stifle an actual wail; it's sweet ecstasy and stinging pain all mixed together and it's so dizzying, he can barely hold himself anymore. the overstimulated tears springing to his eyes plus the fact he's drooling again also say plenty about how much he's let himself unravel.]

[soren's threadbare by this point, beyond a care for how he indulges now. at the brink of orgasm and past all self-awareness, what helps him tune into instincts without qualm is sizhui's animalistic greed for more of what he exacts. how his body seems to mold against the insistent press of his, the yowling and moaning that strikes a chord with the intensity of his own rising ecstasy. it's blinding and brilliant and the dragon continues to smother his rabbit into the sheets as if he were really killing him until he would cry and pant no more.

he goes for the back of his neck. his soft, clean and familiar taste fills his senses stronger than even before, and awake to the notion that he'll soon spill what he has left of this round he trains his focus on pressing sizhui's buttons, dragging the brunt of his dick along where he's located his p-spot again and again. nails scrape lower down his body, digging slow, claiming trails down his sides as he works himself closer to his final frenzy.]

[let's be real here, if soren were actually trying to suffocate him, sizhui would've used their safeword(s) long ago. as it stands, he's well-aware it's part of the dance, the push and pull, the gripping, clawing, unrestrained mating clasp between them. he wants to go further than they already have, to maybe toe a line they've never come near before— but he's so close, there's no way he can hold out much longer (during this round, at least).

sizhui yipes again once soren's fangs sink into his neck, causing another sharp, pleasure-mixed-with-pain sensation to spread throughout his whole body. both of his hands move, planting against the mattress and steadying himself, though alongside that, an odd amount of vines sprout from his torso, stretch forward and press against the glass he'd been using as a brace earlier. they're strong, firm anchors against soren's relentless fucking, which are exactly what he needs during the unceasing pressure over his prostate that'll ultimately tip him over the edge. whenever sizhui's climax does hit, he comes so hard, he's almost certain he sees stars, yet that still doesn't stop him from bucking his hips with wild abandon.]

[he drives into the other monster wildly and fervently, all thoughts riveted upon the one primal aim. then his muscles heave and twitch as the dragon is summarily slammed by a crashing, wet climax, and he crushes sizhui to himself hard enough to crack bones, diving deep as possible to make him receive as much as he has to give in heavy pulses. sizhui's neck drips with blood and saliva as soren's wicked bite is reinforced, as he muffles the warbling and exultant groans that rise unbidden from his vocal cords. seconds climb closer to a minute as he's locked in the blissful mind-numbing release.]

[the sensation of warmth flooding his backside is when sizhui finally stills his motions, whole body shaking, his limbs hardly able to keep him upright anymore. fortunate for him, soren clutches him so hard, he needn't hold most of his weight at that point, regardless of the fact it feels like soren's trying to break him in the process; he's so satiated, he couldn't care any less at this point if soren does injure him further.

his forehead tilts toward the ground, allowing soren to stay latched for as long as he likes while he's coming down from the euphoric high. more time passes and after an actual minute, all his muscles tense for a couple seconds then relax again, squeezing the dragon's cock in momentary assertion then reluctantly releasing him.]

[a shuddering breath leaves soren as his cock is once again fervently embraced by his partner's body, hypersensitive and ready to retreat. soren's thoughts once more become his own, and the clutch he has on the other monster relents. he lets go of his neck, refusing the impulse to lap at the blood seeping from his minor wound, and dismounts slowly, the shame and the regret washing over him at yet another slip in self-control thanks to his bodily changes. he sits hands and knees at his side, looking at his shadowy form.]

...That was sudden, I know. [he whispers, mindful of his volume. he doesn't live alone, after all, and he gets the strong feeling his presence in this capacity won't be received well. not that he worries what he'll do to him or what he thinks of this, but it won't be easy for sizhui to deal with.] My apologies. I get this way deep in summer. I've resisted the urge for too long, and so...

[it spilled all over his most suitable victim - quite literally.]

Edited 2023-10-03 02:58 (UTC)

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