[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.]
[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.]
[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.]
[sizhui's head tilts with consideration, he unwinds his hand from the blankets and lifts it to thoughtfully tap his chin, an amused smile slowly stretching across his face.] Well... I do suppose this is an exception, but I've also never had a dragon come through my window before. [honestly? he likes it, wouldn't mind it happening more often, although he doesn't say that outright.
instead, he downcasts his attention toward soren's leg, tongue-tip darting over his lips, the hand he'd brought over the other male's stomach moving to grasp his hip and hold him steady while also keeping that extra bit of skin contact.]
[he can't, and doesn't really want to, have anything to say to that, though in his current hypersexual state the idea of breaking in and taking what he needs out of a lover maintains itself as an alluring one. soren kicks the rest of his pants off and then shoves his way between sizhui's legs, stealing the hand that had wandered to his hip and guiding it back to his abdomen, the cultivator's palm over his scaled pelvis. he makes him rub, then lets go, silently conveying his wish to be touched like that right there.]
[for a fleeting moment, it seems like he might've overstepped with that remark, even if his expression holds steady just in case; there's a chance it wasn't a problem after all, or it's the direct opposite and soren's already now thinking about actually climbing through his window a second time— which again, is not something sizhui would mind . . .
but he has more important things to attend to currently, such as focusing on the way soren pushes between his legs, grasps his hand and moves it back over his pubic area. his gaze upturns once more, seeking to make eye contact with soren as he applies slightly firmer pressure while continuing to rub like he'd been shown.]
[soren watches him kindle sensation upon his loins, the pressure moving him further along toward the state he needs to be in. it feels like he's treading roiling waves, the depth of his mind, heart, and soul the waters that threaten to tug him undertow, the air his body, the motion, the sparks and the fire, and he would rather be immolated by desire than drowned by it. very quickly it no longer becomes a choice; he has to satisfy what burns. sizhui's eyes pull his in, the lively orbs of red aflame with this, pupils swelling and contracting minutely while the rest of his face remains cold and fixed.]
[that look in soren's eyes speaks volumes where the rest of his expression hardly shifts; the way his irises are alight, how his pupils widen and thin again, it's all silently conveying that sizhui's doing something right. when soren tells him to go harder, he does exactly that, twisting his wrist so he can push his hand further between the dragon's legs, fingertips nudging against the place where soren's cock usually unsheathes itself. while his hand works, despite his reluctance to do so, sizhui breaks eye contact and dips forward, drifting his nose and lips across soren's abdomen, the tip of his tongue dragging across the skin and scales he finds along the way.]
[all of this maneuvering earns sizhui a quiet gasp and a shift of his hips, but the crowning achievement is the tip of soren's dick gently popping out of his vent at the mechanical encouragement it receives upon downward pressure. adding tongue and breath to the equation robbed soren of his momentarily. he places a hand atop his head and strokes to reward his efficacy at wakening his body up further to the task.]
[he hums softly against some scales, clearly pleased with himself, his hand adjusting again to accommodate the bit of cock peeking out, fingers splitting around it and continuing to rub, though this adds more palm into the mix for soren to grind against too. the hand in his hair has him shivering, shoulders rolling with anticipation, the blunt of his teeth scraping once more as he moves to start sucking on skin in an attempt to leave a mark.]
[he scrapes fingertips over his scalp and squeezes his long, pinned ear with a sharp growl, his other hand clasping his antler as teeth and suction nip some invigorating adrenaline into him. sizhui's palm is treated to rubbing and butting as his excited, sticky member seeks purchase against the one made handy to him, his tail waving back and forth in tune. he lifts his knee up to the edge of the bed as if antsy to clamber up on top.]
[the mixture of sensations on his head has him gasping in response, his lower lip dragging across soren's belly as he tilts his gaze upward. briefly, his less occupied hand moves, drifting over the small of the dragon's back, along the base of his tail then back over his hip, perfectly in time with soren making like he's about to climb on top of him whether sizhui's prepared or not. lucky for them both, his flexibility – both physically and metaphorically – hasn't waned at all; the one hand twists slightly, stroking what length he can while his opposite limb drops, his elbow plants and he pushes himself back, leaning to offer soren more room to do whatever it is he wants.]
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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.]
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...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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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.]
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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.]
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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.
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I'm listening.
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Another room that's been warded with silencing talismans, that way we can be as noisy as we like.
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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.
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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[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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instead, he downcasts his attention toward soren's leg, tongue-tip darting over his lips, the hand he'd brought over the other male's stomach moving to grasp his hip and hold him steady while also keeping that extra bit of skin contact.]
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[he can't, and doesn't really want to, have anything to say to that, though in his current hypersexual state the idea of breaking in and taking what he needs out of a lover maintains itself as an alluring one. soren kicks the rest of his pants off and then shoves his way between sizhui's legs, stealing the hand that had wandered to his hip and guiding it back to his abdomen, the cultivator's palm over his scaled pelvis. he makes him rub, then lets go, silently conveying his wish to be touched like that right there.]
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but he has more important things to attend to currently, such as focusing on the way soren pushes between his legs, grasps his hand and moves it back over his pubic area. his gaze upturns once more, seeking to make eye contact with soren as he applies slightly firmer pressure while continuing to rub like he'd been shown.]
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Mm... Harder.
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cw: bl...ood... as always with these fools
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