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[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.]

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[a delighted little thrum escapes him at that, he tips again and lets himself momentarily go boneless beneath soren, completely satiated (for now). he stays facedown for a couple long seconds, steadying his breathing, waiting until it's somewhat normal before he lifts halfway upright. the feeling of blood running from multiple wounds has him shivering, though he's not at all deterred by this. in fact, it turns him on even more, and despite his slightly dazed state, he forces himself into some type of coherence so he can offer encouragement rather than scold soren for sort of just. coming into his home and fucking him senseless.]

It's okay, [he reassures equally as quiet, raising an arm and reaching to gingerly rub his fingertips over one of the long scratches across his shoulder.] You don't need to apologize. I would hope by now that you know you're more than welcome to find me whenever this happens; I don't mind helping.

[once he's taken a brief glance around at the mess they've made, he licks his lips, carefully adjusts his position and leans forward on his hands, leveling soren with an intent look.] Would you... be against going another round? [because soren's not the only one who's horny beyond belief and if the chance is there, it's a good bet he'll take full advantage of it.]

[already he can feel the glint of arousal spark, a suggestion of how quickly he'll return to his insatiability. it's only him and sizhui here. another man who has endured some of the indignities that come with turning into a monster, the appetite that matches. such a fact dims the shame that normally follows, permits him to tap into that animal mindset.

it still stings that he can't bundle up with Ike. on one hand, he might feel a little bad for subjecting a partner he loves so much to his draconic greed. on the other, he misses him so much that sometimes, it hurts to even breathe. but sizhui, now... he's eager to be used up in this capacity, done until they're comatose for the rest of the night.

soren can see even in the dark the intent leveled at him, and he takes the invitation to burrow once more into the beastly mindset that has the power to free him from too many thoughts and feelings, catapult him to the stars. besides, it's only a swift matter of time before the urge ramps up again.]

That sounds like something a púca would say.

[he rises off his palms, looks the rabbit-eared man's svelte body over. licks his lips, the air, the sultry scent of their sex suffusing it. first his tail advances, a sweep over his calves up toward the backs of his knees, a scaly caress to whet the mood into rekindling.]

[if it helps anything at all, despite them being shrouded in darkness, sizhui's doing his best doe-eyed sort of pleading look; it's similar to the way he brightens whenever he's given the chance to really help someone, no matter the circumstances, and this is absolutely one of those times.

and yes, it also helps him out, which is something else he'll greedily accept, especially from someone like soren who knows exactly how to push his buttons.

the remark earns a chuckle,] Must be the rabbit in me. [then he playfully shrugs his shoulders, unable to keep from smirking. he's well-aware how it feels to let his beastly side take over, to handle things more on animalistic instincts rather than thinking about all the emotions that are usually attached to sex, and it's something he's come to accept as normal after having lived this way for so long. sure, soren is his friend, that's been clear for some time now, but he isn't certain they'd share such a connection if not for their mutual experiences.

his eyebrows lift with interest at the motion, the corners of his mouth curving higher as soren gives him a once-over and licks his lips. without missing a beat, sizhui raises the hand that's closest then reaches out until his fingertips can brush along soren's tail in reciprocation.] I do have an idea, though... Something that might make this even better.

[after sizhui's fingers trail over scales, his next breath expires thickly. his tail hikes higher, escalating up the backs of his thighs slower than before, growing thicker the closer sizhui's position corresponds to his pelvis.]

I'm listening.

[that tail creeping even higher has him humming, the noise faintly lilting upward the closer soren comes to his ass, but he's quick at pitching back down before speaking again.] We could go elsewhere, [he suggests, rabbit ears perked all the way up as he lets his own hand start tracing irregular patterns over the thickening appendage.]

Another room that's been warded with silencing talismans, that way we can be as noisy as we like.

That might be for the best, considering... [his concern, the reason they're hushed now. soren casts a look toward the door. he focuses on any sounds he can detect, but he picks up silence. his attention alights back on sizhui, form dark and any marks he stamped him with the sharp force of his teeth or nails difficult to see in the dimness. nonetheless, he knows they are there.] If we're caught on the way there, he'd better not see any marks I've left on you. I doubt you'd want to deal with a fit any more than I do.

Mm, [is the only confirmation he makes, his own gaze briefly slanting sideways though immediately redirecting to soren again. try as he might, it's impossible to not smirk once soren's looking back at him, and he knows exactly what the dragon's examining hidden within their shadowy cover.] Don't worry, we'll make it there without being noticed. [because of course he Has His Ways when it comes to this sort of thing.

with a quick twist and upward motion, sizhui's used the extra momentum to move upright, a few shuffling backward steps leaving soren more room to get up as well.] Come, I'll lead us there.

[soren follows, straightening out his clothes as he goes to be as presentible as he cares to be when he's just going to throw himself into another disheveled, half-clothed and horny tizzy in a matter of minutes.]

[whereas sizhui, completely in the nude, just nonchalantly guides them out of the bedroom. he pauses outside the door in the hall though, casts a considering glance around them before moving onward once he's certain he didn't hear anything.

it's only some odd paces and he comes to another door, one he traces the handle of before popping it open, ushering soren inside first then following behind him.]

[soren takes in his first impressions of the room as he enters, still of the mind that sizhui was ultimately setting the stage for their next romp. what he's most focused on is what sizhui does, up to the details of how he moves, his lizard brain helplessly fixated on the notion that he would get to relieve this second wind of carnal energy that his partner is more than happy to encourage and indulge.]

[this new room isn't as furnished as the one before; there's an end table with a vase of glowing flowers, a small upright dresser and a bed that looks like it's domed in a glass canopy, currently unlit. he continues forward still into the room, finally stopping beside the bedframe a couple feet away, his head turning so he can glance backward at soren while he presses a button that illuminates the room in extra dim lighting.

after sizhui's eyes adjust slightly, they take on a dark, mischievous sort of glint as he moves to the mattress and perches on its edge, one leg crossing neatly over the other, his right hand lifting to motion soren closer.]

[it's almost as if this room was designed for a purpose like this one, a fairylike retreat from the bedroom that sizhui actually sleeps in, all sounds contained within so as not to notify or disturb any other occupants as to what manner of debauchery transpired unheard. sizhui settles into the scene as though playing the part of the fae himself, though in his experience, it really just looks like a púca showing his true hue: a penchant for mischief.]

This is quite the atmosphere you have tucked away here.

[the dragon comes forth to take his invitation, stopping at the edge of the bed to fix his lustrous gaze upon the monster made from a different world. the intent to keep going hasn't burnt out, a flame flickering in the back of his mind that he wants to feed. should it glow bright enough, he can be blinded to what other dark and yawning thoughts of loneliness await him at the borders, their ultimate takeover inevitable once they're done here. he contests against the inevitable, rolls his trousers down his hips and his thighs to escape them once and for all.]

[frankly? it sort of was. see, the dome can take on any sort of star pattern imaginable, casting colorful, twinkling lights across the bedspread if it's programmed to, but he figures a normal, warm-toned hue will be more than enough for them to be able to fool around; they aren't stargazing, after all, so there's no need for anything extra in this case. also, if not for the antlers and ears atop his head, sizhui very well could pass as a fairy-folk, what with his wide dark eyes and cheeky little smile. however, it isn't like púcas aren't known for being full of mischief too.

he giggles softly.] Yes, it is. Something I only break out during special moments.

[and soren's free to take that any way he likes, as sizhui's already occupying himself with scooching closer, one hand outstretching to drift featherlight touches across the dragon's abdomen. his opposite fingers are excitedly twisting up the blanket, gripping it so tight, it's a miracle he isn't ripping anything, but it does prove a good distraction and keeps him from getting overeager despite the burning urge to do otherwise; letting soren finish undressing himself rather than helping will be worth the wait and it lets the anticipation build further.]

[soren raises an eyebrow at that remark.] Like when a dragon driven feral by hormones launches himself through your bedroom window and invites himself to fuck you until you fall back asleep again?

[his abdominal muscles spasm and tighten against the touch, and he holds back whatever soft sound tried to tumble out his throat. he frees one leg, steps out of his pants and ever that much closer to the edge of the bed, enough that his bared leg now touching sizhui's.]

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