[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.]
[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.
[their positioning is what adds some difficulty to this. otherwise, soren's cock glides effortlessly, uninhibited by any movement on sizhui's end; the only shifting he does is applying pressure with his lips, rolling his tongue, or working his throat around the length after it slides back into place. he's not desperately trying to hide his expression like most times, even if he's sure he's already starting to look a bit messy, what with strained tears staining his cheeks and drool leaking out, over his chin and down his neck. it certainly doesn't help that soren's tail keeps slinking about, earning another muffled, slightly choked noise as it finds sizhui's erection, urging him to arch his hips into the touch.
given the chance to sort of catch his breath, he takes it without second-guessing, relaxing his head when soren's hold loosens, yet he doesn't hesitate to flick his tongue here or apply light suction around the tip there while watching through half-lidded eyes, listening intently.
since he can't answer proper-like, sizhui does his best to nod, the fingertips on soren's thigh tightening, nails scraping his skin and scales, then relaxing before actually causing any damage. he begins bobbing afterward, working his way up little-by-little.]
[soren stills for the most part as sizhui takes on more work to please him. he shudders as his nails prick more sensitive human flesh and curls his fist over his antler, thrusts just once shallowly as if to let the extra electricity that imbues him with discharge in some way.]
he steadies his movements, letting more of soren's dick work into his mouth when he thrusts, that same hand clenching again, pressing until the bit of skin he's gripped beads with tiny pinpricks of blood. it's sizhui's turn to thrum then, low and heavy, his opposite hand palming over the underside of soren's tail a second time as he just barely increases the up-and-down motion of his head.]
[it's almost enough... and that goads him on more than if it were. he lets his head fall, the collection of his inky hair slipping over his shoulder, and shuts his eyes to focus more on the sensation sliding over his wriggly, twitching dick. now he can't help but have his tail writhe tightly within the bounds of sizhui's legs, lashing enough to club him with barely enough force to do anything but scratch.]
[seeing soren loll makes sizhui's heartbeat skip; he's the one who's making the dragon slip like this and it's almost... intoxicating, in a way? he can't describe it, couldn't even if he wanted to, since his thoughts are on something completely different at the moment. while he's still lavishing attention on soren's cock, he trembles beneath the sweep of his tail, exhaling slowly and carefully through his nose at the sudden scrape of spikes across his legs. out of sheer instinct, one limb raises and nudges against soren's tail, acting as if he's attempting to somehow wrangle the appendage (except he's really not trying all that hard).
with that go-ahead, he lets his nails sink deeper then drags them in an upward angle, aiming to leave long scratches over whatever skin he can penetrate.]
[the motion of sizhui's leg compels him to entwine the offending limb in his tail's hold, which effectively helps to tame it some. it winds tighter as his nails punish his flesh, which scrape harmlessly against any scales but are rude to the tender pale skin he was born with. he groans half like a beast, grits his teeth and clutches the sheets he balances on and sizhui's antler as the violence flashes red beneath his eyelids, makes his cock jump and pulse, bumping against the soft, moist, and wonderfully warm confines of his mouth and throat. he slides deeper, slowly, giving him more to contest against and giving himself more to be pleased by.]
[sizhui's eyes briefly snap all the way open, upturning so he can watch soren's face when that tail coils around his leg and ceases any other bumping he might've caused if he'd still been free. he does struggle faintly, to keep soren interested in another way, but he withdraws his hand from soren's hind-end and reaches for his other thigh, gripping and applying equal amounts of pressure to give him some cuts there too. with this new hold, he reshuts his eyes then tilts as soren plunges further down his throat, using what little purchase he has to push himself closer; he wants to take the entirety of him, but he's also quite delighted by the slow, aching tease of soren maintaining control over his head and wouldn't mind letting him continue to decide how much he gets at once.]
[this time his neck arches back, and he hisses through teeth at the raw trails sizhui carves into the inner backs of his thighs. his tail squeezes the leg he's taken custody of, and as his cock jerks in his mouth, fluid seeps against his tongue and trails down his open throat. soren bolts the púca's head in place with his grip and bucks, riding the tide of satisfaction indulging his dick this way brings. he can see the crest of his next climax coming into view, and he's feverish with the need to chase it down.]
[that's it . . . right now, the only thing that matters to him is soren's pleasure.
the tail gripping his leg tighter earns a soft, strangled moan, his toes curling at the pleasurable shiver that zippers up his spine. (he's quickly becoming obsessed with it holding him—) and maybe sizhui can't quite convey the reaction properly, his eyes crinkle at the corners with amusement, nevertheless, and he applies firmer suction around soren's cock while he's fucking into his mouth, slowly but surely sucking down what little amounts of precum have leaked down his throat. he squeezes both hands on soren's thighs for encouragement, leaving more scratches and nail marks wherever possible.]
[through heavy lids he catches notice of sizhui's expression having morphed into something that looks pleased, and soren can only surmise that it has to do with him somehow. what? does he find this funny? his pupils constrict. he almost interrogates him, but that would require he give sizhui the faculty of speech back to reply, which means he'll have to pause fucking his face. instead, he pumps harder, faster as if to punish the suspicion that he finds his involuntary jerks and sounds while vulnerable amusing, riled further by claws sharp at his thighs, rutting his tongue and angling down his throat. the spillage continues; his thighs and pelvis involuntarily spasm as he overloads on pure sensation, and he shifts all the balance to his knees to seize him by both antlers while he goes down on him.]
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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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it was soren's idea, sizhui will let him set the pace and either adapt as necessary or nonverbally communicate any concerns.]
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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.]
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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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given the chance to sort of catch his breath, he takes it without second-guessing, relaxing his head when soren's hold loosens, yet he doesn't hesitate to flick his tongue here or apply light suction around the tip there while watching through half-lidded eyes, listening intently.
since he can't answer proper-like, sizhui does his best to nod, the fingertips on soren's thigh tightening, nails scraping his skin and scales, then relaxing before actually causing any damage. he begins bobbing afterward, working his way up little-by-little.]
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Harder...
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he steadies his movements, letting more of soren's dick work into his mouth when he thrusts, that same hand clenching again, pressing until the bit of skin he's gripped beads with tiny pinpricks of blood. it's sizhui's turn to thrum then, low and heavy, his opposite hand palming over the underside of soren's tail a second time as he just barely increases the up-and-down motion of his head.]
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A little more...
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with that go-ahead, he lets his nails sink deeper then drags them in an upward angle, aiming to leave long scratches over whatever skin he can penetrate.]
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[this time his neck arches back, and he hisses through teeth at the raw trails sizhui carves into the inner backs of his thighs. his tail squeezes the leg he's taken custody of, and as his cock jerks in his mouth, fluid seeps against his tongue and trails down his open throat. soren bolts the púca's head in place with his grip and bucks, riding the tide of satisfaction indulging his dick this way brings. he can see the crest of his next climax coming into view, and he's feverish with the need to chase it down.]
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the tail gripping his leg tighter earns a soft, strangled moan, his toes curling at the pleasurable shiver that zippers up his spine. (he's quickly becoming obsessed with it holding him—) and maybe sizhui can't quite convey the reaction properly, his eyes crinkle at the corners with amusement, nevertheless, and he applies firmer suction around soren's cock while he's fucking into his mouth, slowly but surely sucking down what little amounts of precum have leaked down his throat. he squeezes both hands on soren's thighs for encouragement, leaving more scratches and nail marks wherever possible.]
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cw: bl...ood... as always with these fools
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