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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:]

Try me.

[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.]

Ahh!! Oh, ai- I-it's to be expected... Nn!

[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...

Oh, [he gasps at the change of control and depth, which sizhui commands more of by handling him this way, rocking his head back and forth against him and squeezing his shoulders, tail wagging sinuously behind and above him as he's pleasured.] That's it...! Don't stop, Sizhui...

[he's at least relaxed enough in the other monster's company to be less guarded about slipping into such a state that he stops caring about how desperate he might sound, how his cold and unaffected outer shell is cracking, how there's a beg behind every demand, his breaths hitch and his vocal cords drag and pop with moans both strangled and exuberant. while he loathes the thought of having sizhui lose it before he's ready to let it go, he has faith that he'll be capable of lasting longer than most. he's edged him enough times to have tested this, and they're putting his endurance to the rigorous test right in this moment, as if he'd been training for it from the very start of their sexual encounters. soren is quite convinced that there's no better-feeling cock than one that has been teased and made to wait, swollen and throbbing and weeping with need to release.]

Let's see you... keep your word... I know you can.

[stopping is the last thing on his mind, so soren telling him that is sort of redundant, but the plea hits him just right and he can't help thrusting harder, spurred on by wanting to bring soren to climax even faster. if sizhui wasn't intent on holding the dragon this way, he would've reached for that tail again, teased it mercilessly with the hope it'd add more stimulation and have soren unraveling further.

it's only fair, of course, because sizhui's going to be a weeping, overstimulated mess after all is said and done; the least he can do is pull every single possible reaction out of soren while it's still an option. he's listening the entire time, fingers gripping tighter and tighter, the strength sure to leave behind bruises at the least and crescent-shaped marks from his nails at the highest point. his own voice has faltered now, breath rough and heaving, but he doesn't stop, regardless of the burning, building pressure from trying his damnedest to hold out for soren. and although coherent words may have abandoned him at the moment, it doesn't mean he can't respond by vigorously nodding, focusing half-lidded eyes solely on soren and increasing his pace, panting heavily into his hair.]

S-Soren...! [is what he does ultimately manage, and against his better judgment – or so he thinks – he yanks soren down against himself, pins him in place, adjusts his legs a second time then uses what momentum he gains to attempt flipping them over into a whole different position.]

[the sudden grapple and roll not only electrifies him, but flips a switch in soren's dragon brain— his mate is trying to overpower him, and he can't just let a mere púca have his way with him on his back like that without a fight for it. his wings flare out and beat as if he's been brought tumbling midair, each membranous limb trying to resist along with his arms now encased within sizhui's, pushing back at his shoulders with even crueler claws poised and sinking like honed daggers as his muscles flex. despite his size, soren is unbelievably powerful, and their tussle slows into a trembling push-pull equilibrium on their sides as the dragon snarls and tries to reclaim his seat atop him. even his cock moves into the action, charging over sizhui's while he locks his prize in a tighter squeeze. the wing closest to the mattress presses against it and supports him in this tenuous stalemate.]

[while he hadn't expected soren to roll easily, he didn't quite anticipate him stopping them on their sides either, his wings stretched out and those sharp claws digging even deeper into his shoulders. he hisses at the stinging pain, purses his lips, inhales sharply through his nose and huffs a sigh at the sensation of blood trailing down his arms in rivulets. it breaks something in sizhui, something that makes him react far out of the norm when compared to his usual sexual encounters.

initially, he lets them rest on their sides, bucking his hips as best as he can manage, his eyes open wider, boring deep into soren's, unblinking. it's probably a little unnerving, to be honest, but after a few seconds, he lowers his hand to the thigh he's not pinning with his side, grips hard, forcing it flush against his waist, his movements halting altogether.] Soren, [he speaks with emphasis to showcase his seriousness, not a single waver in his voice this time.] Let me fuck you— [he's done so well with holding out, what's the harm in letting him do it, as a treat?]

[soren grits his teeth, vocal cords grinding at an inhuman frequency while his eyes glower in a harsh lambent red halo around his swollen pupils like embers stoked, unnerving in their own right and assuredly undeterred by the ferocity of the other monster's gaze. he's so wound up by carnal greed and adrenaline that his vision pulses as though intoxicated. a lash of stubbornness turns him away from the idea of submitting, which burns him down to the pit of his loins with desire at the prospect despite it. worsening that ache is the sudden stillness presented to him down there, prompting him to fuck his cock with his own while he redoubles his strength, engaging all six limbs into another wheeling attempt at flipping him back over.]

If you want it, you must take it.

[he knows he's got not just his own surprising strength on his side, but abilities up his sleeves he can call upon if he truly wanted to force him down and accept getting railed. the possibilities inflame him with more arousal, and he plunges his teeth into his neck as an outlet for his bubbling sexual energy.]

[how stubborn, sizhui thinks, trying to focus both on the way soren looks at him and what he can do to possibly get the dragon to submit. ordinarily, it'd be the other way around, and sizhui's such a good boy, he hardly ever brats out unless he's feeling it, but this is different. part of him is glad soren did, that way he's able to showcase the strength he possesses in return, whereas the other half, the less animalistic side wonders: if he puts his ability to use, will it be too much? will he injure one of them or will everything turn out fine? for whatever reason, he doesn't think much on it, and half of that is because of how soren's cock moves along his, wringing a high-pitched noise out of him before it can be stopped.

take it, huh? oh, he can do that, especially with the way soren's sinking his teeth into him, drawing another, lower sound from deep within his throat.

both of his hands move, grasping onto soren's wrists and, regardless of how much it could hurt, he yanks those claws free from his shoulders, uses what little leverage he can maintain to keep them held, then he twists, pins their hands behind soren's back and lets a thick flowery vine snake around the dragon's arms.] That's exactly what I'm going to do, then.

[there they are, the products of his gembond creeping along his arms and ensnaring them, the fins along his arms pressed tightly and his shoulders popped back. a chilly thrill courses down his spine and through his fingertips. he tries to fight them, but there's no hope for him when he's contained by both the plant and sizhui's grip, and the sudden vulnerability leaves him equal parts panicked, aroused, and frustrated. yet he refuses to give up in the face of what could be his imminent capture and submission. he whines out a little groan and struggles, butting and pressing his horned head against the cultivator's forehead and trying to dig his raised knee into him in a desperate bid to topple him over, higher wing flapping for want of purchase on anything to grip and help hoist him. he gets nothing. all he has left are the opposite wing and his tail helping to push him in the direction he wants.

if truly pressed, he could blast him right in the face with his blue flames. but this is not life or death, and soren's reason and desire to preserve sizhui have not left him.]

[it's one, two, three whole wrappings of slender vines before sizhui even considers withdrawing his hands. when he does, he lets his fingertips drift up soren's arms, all the way up to his shoulders, back across his nape and then down between the shoulderblades. this is what soren had asked for, so sizhui's going to give it to him, in whatever ways necessary to both his partner and for himself to get the dragon to submit. the head-butting is unexpected, truthfully, and he can't help snickering softly at that and the pitiful attempt at putting a knee, well, wherever soren's trying to get it? either way, it won't get far, given he's pressing his forehead back in kind while smoothing a hand downward again, pushing it over soren's ass, calling upon another vine to curve around the length of his leg and over his tail, pinning the struggling limbs together in a better form of control.

he's still motionless, too. letting soren squirm and writhe and groan as he tries freeing himself, though to no avail. after soren's stopped fighting, he will try rolling him over again then he'll get into fucking him senseless.]

[a full-body shiver surges through him as sizhui's touch glides over his form while he's helpless to stop it. his tail lashes upon sensing the binds try to weave it against his leg, but it only amounts to whipping leaves and petals up into the air and over them and the bedspread. the vines are too tough and flexible to snap this way, and even when he tries to lift it high and out of the way, the tendrils hug it to his limb, reducing its range of motion severely and neutering its power even to deflower. despite this, soren still wriggles in his hold, eyes creasing with the increased but vain effort, and something of a muted whimper slips through the groaning. the thing is, he can't resist.

he's so fucked.]

[the incessant struggling never ceases to amaze him; soren still having fight in him is a turn-on, one sizhui wouldn't have thought about much before, but with his vines pinning the dragon in place, it's a whole other story. while he isn't often in this position, it makes sense why people like to be, to watch their partner fight with everything they have, and still be unable to resist. being fair here, watching foliage come loose and twist up into the air around them is an amusing sight in and of itself, which is initially why sizhui smirks, but it's the lesser squirming, the whimper, the fact soren knows he can't get free that really delights the púca.

oh, the irony there is so, so sweet.

sizhui finally takes advantage, moving both hands to soren's knees, gripping underneath them and rolling the rest of the way over, effectively pinning soren on his back. he props their foreheads together, still grinning like an absolute shit, his hips drawing back then thrusting forward none-too-gently. once, twice, and a third time, slowly but surely picking up speed the more he goes.]

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cw: bl...ood... as always with these fools

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