[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.]
[such an overwhelming sensation, it's a wonder sizhui maintains any rhythm at all once he's seized his partner so tightly and let himself go. perhaps it helps in a way that he didn't quite notice the beginning of soren's cry, too focused on distraction by fucking. however, if soren had let slip another name, the cultivator might have stopped for a split second, mostly in half-confusion, but it wouldn't take long for him to start right back up, given the current circumstances; it's too much instantaneous pleasure, the only other way he'd maybe stop is if soren told him to, which seems like the exact opposite thing he wants. as instinctive as it is to hook soren's fingers with his own when that hand rests atop his, sizhui's hesitance wins out, yet it doesn't stop him from squeezing soren's sides for extra reassurance, left hand drifting down and slightly back until he can stroke across the dragon's tail.
this also means, considering soren's whole ‘it's to be expected’ thing, there's a likely chance he'll unravel more, allowing those instincts to eventually take over for a little later on. for now, he reduces the abrupter movements of his hips, repositions his legs somewhat for better stability and fucks into him slower, more deliberately, making certain soren can feel the entirety of his cock as he guides him up, down, up, then down again and briefly holds him in place.
not just to tease, even if that's a great reason in and of itself, but to help himself catch his breath so he doesn't orgasm embarrassingly fast and end up disappointing his partner.]
[it feels as though with each gentle thrust of sizhui inside him, his ache expands like a bubble, deeper where he needs him as if that's the only way he'll pop. soren sinks lower upon sizhui's rocking hips to take more, uttering a staggered groan as sizhui lets him have it instead. his tail twitches, cocks a little higher unconsciously. what riles him up further is understanding keenly how sizhui could blow at any moment and cut short the addicting hardness pushing into and against him, and he gets even greedier. he defies being held in place to sit fully atop him to punch him in all at once not a millimeter to spare, forcing a gasp from his lips and a spasm in his abdomen to seize his partner, but after a second or two he gets right down to business frotting over him, buckling forward, face contorted in flustered focus and his hand squeezing sizhui's over his waist.]
[luckily, this seems to be working alright for him, the slower dragging motion still wholly pleasurable, but not to the point he feels like he'll immediately burst. when soren groans after they meet one another in a particular motion, sizhui has enough coherency to focus on his face, half-lidded eyes watching every pinch and crease in soren's expression as he's fucking him, committing them to memory for later use once he's gotten better control of himself. soren, of course, cannot let that happen for long, not while also wanting to work toward going as fast as possible for fear of the exact same thing he's worried about.
sizhui's eyes snap open whenever soren challenges his grip, moving despite the attempt at maintaining a certain pace, and yet he doesn't try stopping him, just lets soren go down on him entirely, mouth falling open in an unbidden, high-pitched yipe at the tight, wet heat engulfing him.] Ohhh Gods, that's—! [it's something, that's for sure, and seeing how pleasured soren looks throughout only spurs sizhui on, has his hands clenching tighter while he bucks harder, wilder, driving into him over and over through the ever-building pressure.]
D-Don't you dare come, [he hisses, bearing down upon him claws hooked to shoulders, spine rounded and and wings fanning out as he takes what he can get from the other monster, the manner really no different from when he mounts and penetrates sizhui. it turns out that it's a lot more than he can handle without squealing and writhing, sizhui being just as relentless in roughly equal measure to him in the tight space he invited him to rut into. why, it aches so much it almost hurts, but when has a little pain ever deterred him from getting off?
but after a series of deep, well-placed thrusts from his partner, soren ceases his own, letting the puca hammer away at him from below. it's too intense otherwise, and he knows he's losing control over his expression, along with his voice and the breath that carries it. it's embarrassing; he's not so far gone that he can't care yet. thus, he buckles forward and buries his face in sizhui's chest, his grip on him tightening enough to draw blood, squeezing another yelping moan out at the barrage. if he wasn't aroused before, he definitely is now, growing hornier at a soaring rate.]
I won't, I won't— [no matter how desperately he wants to, he swears it; to soren in an unintelligible murmur, to himself in his thoughts, to anyone who can hear a silent promise. his head tips backward following the aggressiveness, he lets his mouth pop open in a breathless sound, his eyes roll, and yet he somehow just manages maintaining some semblance of rhythm to his movements. they're no less frenzied, though, and sizhui's patience is waning with every passing minute.
he's blessedly granted a bit of a reprieve when soren stops moving and lets him take over, an offering he seizes without hesitation once he's certain the dragon is rested comfortably against his chest. a quick shift of one leg, followed closely by another with the opposite limb, both his hands skim down soren's waist to his hips then his thighs, where he curls his fingers underneath, braces his elbows just right and lifts soren's lower-half. it only takes a couple seconds, even if it feels like forever, but given this chance at a better angle, he takes it, rolling his hips up in brisk, fluid motions so he can fuck into his partner again. there's something akin to a growl rumbling in his chest and as he leans as close to soren as possible, his voice is low, clipped, and almost guttural-sounding,] Not until you say so...
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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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this also means, considering soren's whole ‘it's to be expected’ thing, there's a likely chance he'll unravel more, allowing those instincts to eventually take over for a little later on. for now, he reduces the abrupter movements of his hips, repositions his legs somewhat for better stability and fucks into him slower, more deliberately, making certain soren can feel the entirety of his cock as he guides him up, down, up, then down again and briefly holds him in place.
not just to tease, even if that's a great reason in and of itself, but to help himself catch his breath so he doesn't orgasm embarrassingly fast and end up disappointing his partner.]
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sizhui's eyes snap open whenever soren challenges his grip, moving despite the attempt at maintaining a certain pace, and yet he doesn't try stopping him, just lets soren go down on him entirely, mouth falling open in an unbidden, high-pitched yipe at the tight, wet heat engulfing him.] Ohhh Gods, that's—! [it's something, that's for sure, and seeing how pleasured soren looks throughout only spurs sizhui on, has his hands clenching tighter while he bucks harder, wilder, driving into him over and over through the ever-building pressure.]
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but after a series of deep, well-placed thrusts from his partner, soren ceases his own, letting the puca hammer away at him from below. it's too intense otherwise, and he knows he's losing control over his expression, along with his voice and the breath that carries it. it's embarrassing; he's not so far gone that he can't care yet. thus, he buckles forward and buries his face in sizhui's chest, his grip on him tightening enough to draw blood, squeezing another yelping moan out at the barrage. if he wasn't aroused before, he definitely is now, growing hornier at a soaring rate.]
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he's blessedly granted a bit of a reprieve when soren stops moving and lets him take over, an offering he seizes without hesitation once he's certain the dragon is rested comfortably against his chest. a quick shift of one leg, followed closely by another with the opposite limb, both his hands skim down soren's waist to his hips then his thighs, where he curls his fingers underneath, braces his elbows just right and lifts soren's lower-half. it only takes a couple seconds, even if it feels like forever, but given this chance at a better angle, he takes it, rolling his hips up in brisk, fluid motions so he can fuck into his partner again. there's something akin to a growl rumbling in his chest and as he leans as close to soren as possible, his voice is low, clipped, and almost guttural-sounding,] Not until you say so...
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cw: bl...ood... as always with these fools
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