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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.]

Mm... Harder.

[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.]

[the oral source of pleasure ceases lower on his body with his advancement forward, but he craves more. and he intends to get more, confident that sizhui will let him try what he's inspired to do next - and if not, then he'll put a stop to it. he mounts the bed both knees, the hand once pressed upon his ear sinking to his shoulder where he guides him backwards to rest upon the sheets, then lets go, crawls atop him and aligns his hips with his head and his cock with his mouth, tip gently but persuasively nudging at his lips. he peers down at him to further gauge his reaction to hovering inches above sitting on his face, but also to watch.]

[experimentation is part of this and he's never been afraid to push his limits, particularly when it comes to soren; they've formed enough of a trustworthy bond by now, he knows they can push each other and, if need be, stop without any questions. however, what soren wants, he hasn't ever done this way before, and yet that still won't hinder him. instead of hesitating initially, he lets soren coax him onto his back, half-lidded eyes watching with intent as his partner all but straddles his face, the head of his cock already oh-so-enticing. he lifts his right hand, curls it around soren's thigh on that side then parts his lips, taking him in and letting the weight rest on his tongue, gaze unwavering.

it was soren's idea, sizhui will let him set the pace and either adapt as necessary or nonverbally communicate any concerns.]

[sizhui's flushed lips are delectably soft passing over his cockhead, and his hot, wet mouth a balm to his growing ache. best of all is the muscle of his tongue, which he flexes and slides against, deeper, slowing, pressing as if he wants to make him gulp it down. soren's lips part and his pupils blow as the sensation mixed with the sight makes him swoon. he drapes his long tail over his body, lets it undulate, slide and slither over his chest, abdomen, and lap, increasingly mobile the further down it goes. he makes a point to tease him with it, passing the scaly appendage over his arousal. the spines at the end only flirt with his legs.]

[with his opposite hand, sizhui clenches the bedsheets, gripping harder and pulling them tauter the deeper soren fucks into his mouth. although he tries to keep his eyes open, there is a moment where he swallows, blinks, inhales through his nose, then does his best to meet soren's gaze again despite the faint ache. that slithery appendage winding its way down his body is something he's truly unprepared for; it makes him abruptly tense, a moan leaking out around soren's dick as he attempts being motionless beneath the pleasurable slide of soren's tail over his torso, across his cock, and down his legs, even if the tease of that thagomizer has him wanting to both withdraw and seek further attention.]

[control over how much dick he takes, control of his own pleasure. both slip further and further from sizhui's grasp the longer he holds him in this chokehold of sorts, and soren decides to accentuate his own position of power by seizing his antler again with a fistful of hair to keep his head more anchored than it already is while he draws his hips back only to lower them forward again, pursuing more depth than last time, his tapered head popping into his throat as he watches, cold and fascinated with warmed cheeks and ears, wondering what he thinks, head tilting as he works. there can be no doubting how this is getting to the other monster. has he ever done anything like this with someone before? sizhui's wriggling excites him even more, goading him into targeting along his inner thighs with his scaly sweeps.]

[sizhui's very well-aware of who is in control here, but he also knows with a particular motion here or there, soren could be told to stop or he could flip them and free himself rather easily. that's not what he wants, though, not at all. in fact, whenever soren gets a hold of his antler and some of his hair, he lets it happen, wincing one eye shut at the pain-tinged-with-pleasure feeling. he whines pitifully around soren's cock, untangling his hand from the blankets so he can reach up and push the heel of his palm against the underside of soren's tail, silent encouragement while he darts his tongue in a wet half-circle against the dragon's tip before he begins sinking back in. his lids flicker, eyes rolling back into his head once it reaches his throat, the flush across his face spreading down toward his collarbones and across his shoulders.

clearly, he's enjoying himself or else he wouldn't be tilting and coaxing soren's cock even deeper, his eyes fully squeezed shut with the effort it takes for him to remain unmoving. teasing the insides of his thighs, however, that's just really unfair, and it's impossible for sizhui not to finally squirm.]

[the dragon hums as he's palmed, the muted voice that carries it thick with vibration. he pumps into his throat, reining back on scratching the itch to thrust into him with rapacious abandon heedless of his partner's safety, curving up against his soft palate on some passes, then down to his tongue to rub against all the different textures his mouth offers. even watching sizhui struggle to accommodate him like this amid both the demanding position he's taking his cock in and the distraction of his frisky tail fuels his fire. despite appearances, he can feel how sizhui's flames are fanned by this as well. finally, he settles his tail over his hard-on, rutting in sideways motions. this piece of evidence sidled up against him also does wonders for his libido.

soren slows his oral expedition and pulls back a few inches to give the cultivator a bit of a break and a better starting vantage. he wants to feel something else now, after all. his grip on his antler lessens, and he cards his fingers through the strands of hair he'd captured.]

I want you to make an effort to suck on me like this.

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