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[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.]

Harder...

[the púca doesn't need to be told twice—

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.]

A little more...

Edited 2023-11-06 05:40 (UTC)

[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.]

Ah...!

[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.]

Edited (im borken) 2023-11-07 07:40 (UTC)

[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.]

[of course it has to do with him, but soren's taking it differently than sizhui means to communicate; it's not amusement at him, rather it's delight that he's clearly doing well, bringing the dragon closer to climax by letting him facefuck him. had soren stopped, there's a chance he would've pitifully complained and begged him to keep going, though when he starts moving with more intent, sizhui's eyes widen, his fingers clench harder and he whimpers around soren's dick as he fucks further and further down his throat. this feels like too much, he should urge soren to stop instead of continuing, yet he shuts his eyes again, trying to breathe through his nose while he's being choked, strained tears streaking down his cheeks, mixing with the spit and cum that's spilling from his mouth. his free leg kicks slightly, attempting to find purchase on the bed, another wet-sounding noise escaping him after soren grasps both his antlers to hold him in place.]

[he continues to slip into the urgency of the chase, the soundness of his mind and consideration for his partner increasingly harder to heed when each stroke of sizhui's tongue, each wring of his throat, each dab of spillage kissing his scales, and even each breath hitting his pelvis in brisk, heavy puffs could be what finally catapults him to blissful, seizing oblivion. he fucks him like a beast. he forgets himself, forgets the brief sting of paranoia about being laughed at wrought by this volatile state, bows his head into the bed and muffles the wild groans that erupt from his vocal cords as he heaves another copious, sopping orgasm into his mouth and down his throat, gripping his twisted antlers as if holding on for dear life.]

[even if sizhui wanted to, he doesn't think he could bring himself to make soren stop now, not when he's so close and could tip over that edge at any moment. maintaining breathing through his nose and concentrating on keeping his throat relaxed through the wildness is hard, but he's managing, regardless of difficulty. the right hand stays clutching soren's thigh while the left lowers, skims over his chest, finds his neglected cock to push it firmly up against his stomach. soren buckles forward entirely, the púca's breath catches, then comes soren's orgasm, hot and heavy straight down his throat, which works to the best of its ability to take everything he gives. sizhui's whole body tenses, his eyes squeeze shut tighter and it feels like he's peaked too, except his cock has only barely dripped where it's pressed between his abdomen and palm.]

[he's seen sizhui the way he's rendering him now before: their first time, his seed streaming down his chin, the implication that he couldn't swallow it all down. the erotic memory of a time post-climax drives him wilder through the throes of this one as he exits the rapture, transforms from one mindset to the next. this time isn't quite as lengthy or mindblowing as that one, but it still shakes through him like lightning. he weathers a fierce and final tremble and finishes, issuing a deep, rattling breath. then he comes back to himself and promptly dismounts sizhui's face, his tail disengaging with his leg merely to drape over it.

sure enough, he's a right mess. physically he's too contented to be brought to arousal just yet, but the sight of him ravished, dribbling his release, and still hard from it all is sure to boost his body toward the proper mood to go again. the air is cooler in their separation, cool enough to drag him toward the chill emanating from the heart, but he forces himself to focus on the present instead of wallowing in the pointless heartache that comes with longing for the afterglow he cannot have. it's easier to do when there is immediacy in knowing he ought to check on his partner now that he can actually speak.]

Was that... too much?

[undoubtedly, it was a lot to handle. but if it's sizhui, then soren can trust that he can. he's done it before, though their position had given sizhui a little more leeway... which was not much, considering he was also tied up.]

[this time is still quite different from their first, in more ways than one, but it's right in all the best ways; the way soren loses himself like he needs to, how he uses him in a way sizhui's never been used before, yet remembers to move off him once he's finished. fortunate for sizhui, the tail doesn't withdraw completely, leaving a firm, solid weight resting on him that he acknowledges first, then he remembers to swallow and breathe again. big, heaving gasps as his one hand stays on his dick, the opposite reaching up and resting at the spot on his throat just above the collarbones, his thumb and first and second fingers lightly resting against his neck.

he continues breathing, slower and steadier with each exhale, his eyelashes fluttering wildly as he does, not so loud that he can't hear soren asking him if it was too much. ‘yes,’ is what he should say, though it isn't as if he didn't like it or anything— and it's true: if anyone could handle it, the cultivator can. while it takes him longer than expected to catch his breath, he manages, and this gives him time to consider how he wants to answer.

truthfulness has always been his best bet, so he admits,] It was, [but afterward, without missing a beat, he adds in a hoarse whisper,] but I— I liked it. [because of course he did.]

[how much he personally got out of it needn't be spelled out, for it had been spilled out instead. sizhui has already submitted control of himself many times before to him, and he seems to enjoy that element of their play. soren can see the appeal of this position, though he could never simply hand the reins to just anyone unless they seized them from him. knowing sizhui's nature, he probably got off on being able to endure it and please him this way, not to mention the rawness of being fucked in the throat by a monster hungry for pleasure.]

I see. [yes, he's looking at his dick. it's about time sizhui got his own arousal tended to, but soren has a better idea - something sizhui would get even more mental purchase on. he drags his tail further along its course on sizhui's body, back towards his own hind end but in no hurry.] ...Hold off on climaxing for me, just a little longer. I intend to fuck you like this.

[he wishes his body would hurry up. the longer he remains sated, the more vulnerable he becomes to the crush of loss. nonetheless, he moves from his spot beside sizhui to roll atop him in a straddle, hips raised above his, letting his tail then dangle between his partner's legs.]

[assuming sizhui got off on being used is correct because he certainly did, and he doesn't regret letting it happen, even though it does have him questioning a few things about himself at the moment. questions that can all be answered later when he isn't distracted with trying to maintain his breathing, which he ends up switching from his mouth to his nose in an attempt to make it steadier and help his tender throat.

‘i see,’ soren says, immediately drawing his attention first to the dragon's face then down to where he's looking at his hard-on, the realization making him blush.] Obviously, [he murmurs, somehow still managing to look shy despite the fact he's covered in various bodily fluids. the tail drifting along his skin has him trembling, his gaze lifting from where he downturned to meet soren's eyes again.] I think I can manage, for you. [and the promise of fucking him is a nice little reminder too. (also: it's not like he hasn't been edged before, either, so.)

he licks his lips and reluctantly withdraws the hand from his cock, eyebrows arching with consideration as soren moves to straddle him, his legs instantly splaying wider to make more room for that wandering tail.]

[it's as if sizhui intuits how he wants him to splay, though it would only be natural in his position to crave the hard weight of his member there, and one much thicker than he aims to provide once capable. while he sidles up against his spread ass, he neglects his cock, though sizhui shouldn't be surprised by that lack of maneuver. soren locks eyes, juts his hips forth a little in presentation.]

Touch me.

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