[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.]
[being observant is something sizhui takes pride in; it isn't difficult to figure out what soren wants, even when he's sex-addled, and especially because that tail has already been teasing him for so long, he more than expects it to continue in soren's repositioning. another shiver zips up his spine, causing goosebumps to rise along his skin, his left hand reaching without hesitation to touch soren, just as he'd commanded, the opposite moving to settle atop his thigh.]
[that's good to start. he swings his tail forth and back to alternate rocking pressure, knowing it's sufficient to tease but not enough to satisfy his urge to be rocked deeper. he places his hand atop sizhui's and strokes along until he slides off to rest upon his thigh, eyes locked and keen on his.]
[the impulse to squirm is relentless; his legs are shaking almost uncontrollably with the urge, yet the only thing he does is shift one slightly and twist the other, planting his curled toes against the bed while soren's tail continues sliding against him. he licks his lips, rolls them together, presses his fingertips firmly against soren's thigh and tilts his other hand, plunging a single digit into him first.]
[he confirms at the tingling pressure introduced, slight but detected as a clear intrusion. for a moment he holds his breath and his heart ventures into his throat, and he tries to stop thinking. it's damp in there, snug, warmed from fucking his throat and spending himself there.]
[with that confirmation, sizhui begins moving his hand, gaze focused intently on soren's face and the expressions he makes as he's fingering him. he keeps his pace measured and steady for now, eventually adding a second finger, his pupils blown wide with pleasure at the tight, wet heat he's pushing into.]
I know you said you intended to fuck me but, ah... [he hesitates, bites his lower lip, huffs a breath then tentatively continues,] What if I fucked you, too?
[now, a proposal like this, especially coming from sizhui, who had once admitted he'd never played the penetrative role before, gets soren's eyebrows to draw higher.]
You? Fuck me? [he huffs a little at the rhythm working him and the girth of it widening, the puff of air breezing through the hair curtaining his face as his neck lolls a few degrees.] Inspired by what you feel around your fingers, are you? Is it getting to your cock like this?
[the questioning tone has sizhui briefly reconsidering the offer, his own brow furrowing slightly and those dark rabbit ears flattening, even if he continues thrusting his fingers anyhow. what follows that, however, has his breath catching, his throat working with some effort around the sudden lump that he's almost certain was his heart leaping up into it.]
Y-Yes... [and it's making him squirm harder, his other hand clenching tighter on soren's thigh.] I may have never done it before, but I would like to. [pause] With you.
[would it really be so bad? or would it be like that one time, with yakumo? soren closes his eyes, focuses on the curious digits pumping inside, stirring more pleasure back to life within him the longer he goes. the thrusting motion against his nerves, his still-sidelined cock, hypnotizing him into the mood... he hums again, the pleasure laced on it. his eyes flutter open.]
The way you are now, you'll barely last inside of me.
Mm, [is all he manages in response for confirmation, gaze unwavering from soren's face, his hand slowing slightly though no less steady as he keeps right on fingering him. once the dragon's eyes open again, he tips his head at the following remark, an amused scoff huffing out of him afterward as he curls his digits inside of him and finally stops moving, only pausing long enough to say two words:]
[he's really bringing something out of sizhui right now, and soren must admit he is too compelled to turn him down. his cock twitches inside his loins at the pressure curved into him.]
All right. But if you go soft on me too soon, I will be upset. [as if to seal his consent to this act, he slides his knees further apart and poises his pelvis right at the tip of his hard-on in invitation.]
[it's not often sizhui feels such a way and when he does, it's usually the times he takes the reins by doing something like riding his partner rather than fucking them, but soren has taken him so many times, has left him a mess and pleading for more most times, perhaps it's only fair he shows a little initiative for once.
an amused chuckle passes his lips and as soren repositions himself, his hand withdraws, moving to curve over soren's hip and help guide him down, his breath hitching at the sudden warmth, yet not enough that he can't speak.] Don't worry, you're more than welcome to punish me however you like if I do.
[breath slips swift from his nostrils in derisive, dry amusement.] So either way, you'll find satisfaction with the outcome. [he lowers his hips down, seating himself carefully upon his arousal, rocking minutely back and forth to urge acceptance of his rigid presence along. he reaches behind himself to grip the base and keep it utterly still.] My, you're hard, Sizhui. All of this from choking on my cock...
[another, higher-pitched laugh escapes him at that, and while he's preparing a retort, it dies on the tip of his tongue after soren has sunk down on his cock, an abrupt, breathy ah! following that instead. he cinches the hand on soren's hip tighter, mouth hanging open, wide eyes still watching him closely at first, though he squeezes them shut at the hand taking hold of him then tilts his head back, lips trembling a faint amount before he rolls them together, reopens his eyes and forces himself to speak this time.] I think that's what I like the most: knowing you throat-fucked me before this.
Why could that be? [slowly, steadily sizhui's head starts to breach past his opening, the pressure expanding and making his loins feel tighter. he almost holds his breath at the intrusion but manages to retain his semblance of decorum on thinned, half-whispered air.] Does it make you feel thoroughly used? Even now, as you sit back while I take you in to satisfy a deep itch of mine you're starting to awaken...
[he further balances himself with his other hand, pressing nails to sizhui's torso to further impress upon him the reminder of his power and control despite the change in position.]
Ah— [this is absolutely unfair. how is he supposed to keep control of himself with soren moving so deliberately while also talking dirty? sizhui does hold his breath, however, swallowing hard, his eyelashes fluttering at the warmth enveloping the tip of his dick. he breathes out,] Th-that could be part of it... [since he's started to realize that's something he thoroughly enjoys, maybe more than he should.
his attention darts downward, a soft, hissing sound passing his lips as those claws threaten his skin, his own hands gripping tighter in response yet he's careful to not apply too much pressure, allowing soren to set the pace, regardless of how agonizingly slow it feels.]
Yes... [he seats himself over all of his head.] And of course, then there's how wet I'm made with my come and your saliva embracing you...
[ahh, it's starting to feel better, less tight and awkward, like his body might consider accommodating his presence rather than rejecting him. soren closes his eyes, raises and lowers his hips, and thinks of how ike and ranulf make him feel when he's relaxed and open to letting someone in. he consumes a third of his length, contracts in excitement, his lips fall open. it will get much worse. for the both of them.
as if to remind him he also shares a warmed pocket with his own cock already stuffed inside, he ruts it over sizhui's and buries him deeper. unfortunately, it's quite a double-edged maneuver; he arches back a bit and his tail jumps and a gasping moan leaps from his throat as a shock of pleasure jolts through him.]
[that has sizhui's cock twitching, his hips straining with the effort it takes to not thrust upward, even though he desperately wants to.] Gods, it feels good... [obviously, or else he wouldn't be using every ounce of willpower to hold himself in place instead of going at soren like an animal.
the want is there and careful, meticulous motions of soren's hips will surely drive him crazy, but he continues holding steady for now, letting soren take as long as he needs to open himself up, as it were. both of his hands loosen further, tracing shapeless patterns over the sides, tops and insides of the dragon's thighs, silent encouragement. the further down he sinks, the harder it becomes, the strain far clearer in his expression as he grits his teeth and clamps one eye shut.]
Fuck, Soren—! [and the shifting of soren's dick across his own, the even deeper pull, that's what finally tips him over the edge. his hands instinctively grip soren's waist, holding him in place while he rolls his hips up.] S-Sorry, I'm so— [he cuts off there, unable to resist grinding into him again.]
[how embarrassing... but not as much as it could have been, had he fully squeezed out the name of his usual lover when put in such a position. he's not so unaware that he can't correct course. it's sizhui pushing into him this time, for the first time. and even though his arousal has just begun to unfurl again, he's already making a scene. naturally, his face is flushing, and his hand had flown up to alight atop one of sizhui's as if in support of or to defend himself against the onslaught of feeling; it's not quite clear even to himself, but no one can contest the desperation that inspired it.
the fact that sizhui seems utterly unable to hold back from bucking into him while he gets settled is enough to kep him focused on the present and not where he wants to be, with who he wants to be with most while understanding he no longer can. where he's at right now is far from terrible; in fact, he's on the edge of his seat, shivers rolling up his spine as his partner seizes him and helps himself to what must be an irresistable sensation, especially to a perfectly hard and quite neglected dick. he chooses not to resist it, lets sizhui pump the motions into him that rekindle his flame quite nicely.]
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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.]
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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.]
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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.]
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‘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.]
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Touch me.
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Push inside.
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Like this...?
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[he confirms at the tingling pressure introduced, slight but detected as a clear intrusion. for a moment he holds his breath and his heart ventures into his throat, and he tries to stop thinking. it's damp in there, snug, warmed from fucking his throat and spending himself there.]
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I know you said you intended to fuck me but, ah... [he hesitates, bites his lower lip, huffs a breath then tentatively continues,] What if I fucked you, too?
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You? Fuck me? [he huffs a little at the rhythm working him and the girth of it widening, the puff of air breezing through the hair curtaining his face as his neck lolls a few degrees.] Inspired by what you feel around your fingers, are you? Is it getting to your cock like this?
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Y-Yes... [and it's making him squirm harder, his other hand clenching tighter on soren's thigh.] I may have never done it before, but I would like to. [pause] With you.
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[would it really be so bad? or would it be like that one time, with yakumo? soren closes his eyes, focuses on the curious digits pumping inside, stirring more pleasure back to life within him the longer he goes. the thrusting motion against his nerves, his still-sidelined cock, hypnotizing him into the mood... he hums again, the pleasure laced on it. his eyes flutter open.]
The way you are now, you'll barely last inside of me.
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Try me.
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All right. But if you go soft on me too soon, I will be upset. [as if to seal his consent to this act, he slides his knees further apart and poises his pelvis right at the tip of his hard-on in invitation.]
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an amused chuckle passes his lips and as soren repositions himself, his hand withdraws, moving to curve over soren's hip and help guide him down, his breath hitching at the sudden warmth, yet not enough that he can't speak.] Don't worry, you're more than welcome to punish me however you like if I do.
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[he further balances himself with his other hand, pressing nails to sizhui's torso to further impress upon him the reminder of his power and control despite the change in position.]
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his attention darts downward, a soft, hissing sound passing his lips as those claws threaten his skin, his own hands gripping tighter in response yet he's careful to not apply too much pressure, allowing soren to set the pace, regardless of how agonizingly slow it feels.]
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[ahh, it's starting to feel better, less tight and awkward, like his body might consider accommodating his presence rather than rejecting him. soren closes his eyes, raises and lowers his hips, and thinks of how ike and ranulf make him feel when he's relaxed and open to letting someone in. he consumes a third of his length, contracts in excitement, his lips fall open. it will get much worse. for the both of them.
as if to remind him he also shares a warmed pocket with his own cock already stuffed inside, he ruts it over sizhui's and buries him deeper. unfortunately, it's quite a double-edged maneuver; he arches back a bit and his tail jumps and a gasping moan leaps from his throat as a shock of pleasure jolts through him.]
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the want is there and careful, meticulous motions of soren's hips will surely drive him crazy, but he continues holding steady for now, letting soren take as long as he needs to open himself up, as it were. both of his hands loosen further, tracing shapeless patterns over the sides, tops and insides of the dragon's thighs, silent encouragement. the further down he sinks, the harder it becomes, the strain far clearer in his expression as he grits his teeth and clamps one eye shut.]
Fuck, Soren—! [and the shifting of soren's dick across his own, the even deeper pull, that's what finally tips him over the edge. his hands instinctively grip soren's waist, holding him in place while he rolls his hips up.] S-Sorry, I'm so— [he cuts off there, unable to resist grinding into him again.]
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[how embarrassing... but not as much as it could have been, had he fully squeezed out the name of his usual lover when put in such a position. he's not so unaware that he can't correct course. it's sizhui pushing into him this time, for the first time. and even though his arousal has just begun to unfurl again, he's already making a scene. naturally, his face is flushing, and his hand had flown up to alight atop one of sizhui's as if in support of or to defend himself against the onslaught of feeling; it's not quite clear even to himself, but no one can contest the desperation that inspired it.
the fact that sizhui seems utterly unable to hold back from bucking into him while he gets settled is enough to kep him focused on the present and not where he wants to be, with who he wants to be with most while understanding he no longer can. where he's at right now is far from terrible; in fact, he's on the edge of his seat, shivers rolling up his spine as his partner seizes him and helps himself to what must be an irresistable sensation, especially to a perfectly hard and quite neglected dick. he chooses not to resist it, lets sizhui pump the motions into him that rekindle his flame quite nicely.]
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cw: bl...ood... as always with these fools
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