[Thank god Elliot restrains himself from doing that, because Sesa is pretty sure he's a fraction from cumming anyway. He can barely handle what's happening as it is, the way his hips rock forward against his fingers entirely involuntary at this point. Though he can only reach so far, that's plenty enough to drive the Vouivre insane.]
Hnn...nnahhh...y-yes...
[He manages in a growled undertone, realizing that if he just sits here and lets Elliot finger him, he's going to peak and then end up leaving Elliot in the lurch. Granted, now that he's seen what Sesa has packing, it's highly likely they'll both agree that going any further than this is not happening right now, but...
That doesn't mean Sesa can't continue exploring on his own.
Instinct drives him now as he reaches towards Elliot again, pushing aside the last of those layers so he can get to his underwear. Patience be damned, now that Elliot has gotten him out, it's only fair if he gets to see what Elliot is hiding underneath all these layers too. It's just a genuine wonder how Sesa doesn't just fucking rip them off of him entirely with how fervent he is going for it.
[They are going to need to buy lube, because Sesa's pre-lubrication won't be enough for Elliot's overenthusiastic ass to take both like he wants to, and while Elliot is willing to make the trip and trade the shells... he's not right now, mostly because he thinks he will explode if he has to pretend he's not rock solid and make the journey and possibly encounter some chatty people on the way.
This, though? This works. For now, they can rut on each other and touch and it'll be enough, simply because it's always been enough to simply have Sesa there for Elliot in general; he won't be picky.
He's surprised when Sesa goes for the rest of his clothing like that. He isn't sure why, considering the way he just had the Vouivre moaning, and he knows now that they operate solely on instinct when it comes to matters like this. Still, it does make him pause to breathe out a chuckle, forces him to stop putting his fingers where they don't belong while he helpfully wiggles to get everything off.
Unsurprisingly, Liberi don't pack anything special, though Elliot is a tad bigger than average. He lacks heavy scarring on anything but his back, hidden as he lies back and drags Sesa down with him with a kiss, but Sesa will be able to see many of his tailfeathers now that he's bare. ...they are flaring at him. This is Liberi for "hey let's fuck", done more on instinct than anything else considering they can't actually get too funky.
He drags the fingers of his clean hand through Sesa's hair, opening his mouth to spread his tongue flat across one of those fangs. No, he will not stop subtly hinting he wants to be bitten.]
[Elliot doesn't need more than what he has for Sesa to be plenty satisfied. And, if he were any less distracted, he would be plunging his head down so he could blow Elliot right here and now. He wants his mouth on him so badly, but...now isn't the time. Not when hands are busy elsewhere, and even he would need to ask before getting his sharp teeth anywhere near a place so sensitive.
He can, at least, offer up something similar elsewhere, given the way Elliot has immediately offered himself up on a silver platter for the Vouivre. And when he flares his tailfeathers for him like that?
Well. It sets off his instinctual drive to hunt just as much as it sets off his desire to breed Elliot, to enact unspeakable things onto this man despite the fact that they are, essentially, not compatible for it.
Does he care? No, no he does not. He will breed him.
He tilts his head far to one side, opening his mouth to allow the Liberi entrance as he licks over his teeth. It doesn't take more than simple suggestion for Sesa to get the memo, because the moment their kiss breaks, he ducks his head down and sinks his teeth into the side of Elliot's neck. Not too closely to his pulse, not deep enough to severely wound him, but...he will be bleeding before he's done with him.
[The Vouivre has a way with making Elliot moan like a whore, that's for sure. That's exactly what he wanted, judging by the way his spine arches, pushing himself up against Sesa hovering above him. It has the consequence of locking their hips together however briefly, a slow grind between Sesa's slick cocks and Elliot's.
And oh, does he moan about it, desperately digging his talons in somewhere just below Sesa's shoulderblades, helpless with his cock twitching between their stomachs. Sesa will probably feel it, not that there's any question about how goddamn aroused Elliot is with a moan like that.
The walls are not soundproofed. Anyone in the nearby inn rooms will hear them. Still, Elliot can't find it in himself to care, especially as he feels warm blood trickling from his neck and down into his hair.
[Sesa...would likely care far more about being heard than Elliot. The only problem is, he's so lost in the sauce that being heard is the furthest thing from his mind right now. He wants to bite, claim, make the Liberi underneath his claws totally and utterly his. And there certainly is something to be said by being able to have the Sand Soldier himself at his complete mercy.
He'll continue this for a while. Practically gnawing on Elliot's neck, sinking his teeth in as deeply as he dares before he pulls away so he can lap up the blood from the fresh wounds, hungry for more but still aware that he can't bite him too much unless he wants Elliot to bleed out all over his bedsheets. Still, he'll end up with a blood-smeared neck, part of his beautiful long hair matted with it as Sesa sits back with teeth muddied crimson, reaching his claws clumsily between them both.
It isn't until he finds Elliot's length that he readjusts the angle of his wrist, taking just one of his own cocks alongside that of Elliot's so he can hold them both at the same time. There's no need to explain what he's doing; he simply begins to move his hand, stroking them both slowly while he moves to the other side of Elliot's neck for another bite, this time one more at his shoulder.]
[Most people do not want their partner to bite fucking holes into them, but here Elliot is, unable to keep his voice down the more Sesa's fangs sink in. He's going to be messed up by the time they leave this room. He's going to look like someone shoved him into a blender, or that he got attacked by some wild animal, and Elliot is strangely okay with that. He's the one who's been turning Sesa's instincts against him this entire time, after all.
Somehow despite the slight loss of blood, Elliot is flushed red when Sesa pulls back, pupils dilated and hair fucked up. He looks fucked out, that fragile Liberi constitution of his abundantly clear just by the look in his eyes and the various holes in his neck, and yet. And yet, Elliot is gazing up at Sesa with a ravenous hunger. This Vouivre could kill him. He likes that in a man.
He opens his mouth to say something, and that's when Sesa reaches between their legs to get them off, and Elliot practically sobs out a moan, hips rising off the bed. Oh... his fingers find their way to Sesa's hair, threading with the strands, pulling encouragingly at every bite left on him. He groans out Sesa's name right into his ear seconds before planting a kiss next to it.]
[You know what Sesa didn't realize he was missing out on all this time? This. This right here. Getting to have Elliot like this, and it seems like a crime that it's taken him this long to see it. He's more beautiful than Sesa has ever seen him, and he hopes he's able to get that feeling across as he works them both over. The movements of his hand are not expert or deft- they're actually quite shaky, since he's nervous and anxious to do a good job for him- yet he moves it regardless, lathing his tongue soothingly over the bites he's leaving along his neck and shoulders.
It isn't until Elliot presses a kiss to his ear, along with a moan of his name, that Sesa snaps out of his lust-haze long enough to look at the Liberi underneath him directly, eyes meeting as he nudges the bridges of their noses together.]
[It's grossly romantic, somehow, despite everything leading up to it. Despite the obsession, despite the feralness from both of them, the want to hunt versus the need to be hunted... Elliot nuzzles against Sesa with as much love as he can muster in that moment, diving in for a sloppy, bloody kiss a second later. He muffles his moans in Sesa's mouth, mere seconds from coming undone right in his hands.
He wants to hide in his headwings. He wants to kiss Sesa stupid. He wants to feel the Vouivre cover him in kisses and bites and his own release, he wants he wants he wants.
In the end, Elliot simply pulls his hands through Sesa's hair and nods in affirmation, unable to speak, to agree yes, I am yours in so many words, but hopefully his partner understands this much. His spine arches, hips rocking into Sesa's hand right against those cocks, and he opens his mouth to deliver another open-mouthed kiss only to moan right against Sesa's lips as he hits a brief but blissful climax.]
[At the same time that Elliot is reaching his peak, so too is Sesa quickly following after him. He has just a bit more stamina, a bit more wiggle room to work with, which means he gets the privilege of feeling it as it comes. He can feel the way Elliot pulses against his palm, the way he kisses him fervently, fitfully almost in an effort to swallow his own moans in their kiss. It's only so effective, which turns out to be in Sesa's favor.
He moans right back, rocking his hips up into his own hand as he pumps them both at a faster clip the moment he realizes that Elliot came. He doesn't want to push him to the point where he's oversensitive, but...feeling him tip over the edge, and feeling his release pour hot over his knuckles? It's amazingly hot.
He can't handle it anymore.
With an animalistic snarl, Sesa abruptly ducks out of their kiss solely so he can sink his fangs deep into the side of Elliot's neck, blood pooling around his fangs as he cums between them. He cums hard, thick ropes streaking their abdomens as he strokes them through it, tail having found itself wrapped tight around his lover's body, as if to hold him that much closer for longer.]
[That bite is almost enough to get a second wind out of Elliot. Almost. Not quite, seeing as he's still shaking from post-orgasm bliss and this is his first time doing anything with a partner, at all, but the way his dick jumps will signal that his body strongly considered it. Then there's the tail coiling around him, the way that Sesa is basically covering him, and Elliot cannot help but moan in absolute bliss at the feeling. There's blood running down his skin and into his hair, soaking into the sheets. There's the sticky, wet feeling of their release all over one another. There's Sesa, squeezing him for dear life...
Elliot quietly determines that his obsession with Sesa, twisted as it is, is only going to grow from here. Sesa closed the gap between them, after all, when Elliot so carefully tried to warn him away from it. And now...
Now, he's running a hand through that red hair, cooing against Sesa's ear, all too pleased while he shudders at the high. He could fall asleep like this, to be honest. He shouldn't. They need to haul ass to the bathroom and clean up, but also.
[They really shouldn't. As much as Sesa wants to sleep too...he simply wants to lay here, holding Elliot in his arms, and slumber until his body naturally wakes him. They are both...incredibly sticky. It's warm now, but it won't be forever...even if Sesa is pleasantly warm while still wrapped up in his lover's embrace.
Now, imagine how much warmer still he would be if only his cocks were buried deep inside of him?
The cooing doesn't help the exhaustion as he rests their temples together, letting out a breathless chuckle of disbelief.]
[Elliot is imagining. Elliot is not thinking about how much that would fucking hurt, considering he is legally a virgin still and doesn't know how half of these things actually work. Alas.]
Would you believe me if I said I'd dreamt of doing more with you for a while now?
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Hnn...nnahhh...y-yes...
[He manages in a growled undertone, realizing that if he just sits here and lets Elliot finger him, he's going to peak and then end up leaving Elliot in the lurch. Granted, now that he's seen what Sesa has packing, it's highly likely they'll both agree that going any further than this is not happening right now, but...
That doesn't mean Sesa can't continue exploring on his own.
Instinct drives him now as he reaches towards Elliot again, pushing aside the last of those layers so he can get to his underwear. Patience be damned, now that Elliot has gotten him out, it's only fair if he gets to see what Elliot is hiding underneath all these layers too. It's just a genuine wonder how Sesa doesn't just fucking rip them off of him entirely with how fervent he is going for it.
He's sorry, he'll apologize later-]
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This, though? This works. For now, they can rut on each other and touch and it'll be enough, simply because it's always been enough to simply have Sesa there for Elliot in general; he won't be picky.
He's surprised when Sesa goes for the rest of his clothing like that. He isn't sure why, considering the way he just had the Vouivre moaning, and he knows now that they operate solely on instinct when it comes to matters like this. Still, it does make him pause to breathe out a chuckle, forces him to stop putting his fingers where they don't belong while he helpfully wiggles to get everything off.
Unsurprisingly, Liberi don't pack anything special, though Elliot is a tad bigger than average. He lacks heavy scarring on anything but his back, hidden as he lies back and drags Sesa down with him with a kiss, but Sesa will be able to see many of his tailfeathers now that he's bare. ...they are flaring at him. This is Liberi for "hey let's fuck", done more on instinct than anything else considering they can't actually get too funky.
He drags the fingers of his clean hand through Sesa's hair, opening his mouth to spread his tongue flat across one of those fangs. No, he will not stop subtly hinting he wants to be bitten.]
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He can, at least, offer up something similar elsewhere, given the way Elliot has immediately offered himself up on a silver platter for the Vouivre. And when he flares his tailfeathers for him like that?
Well. It sets off his instinctual drive to hunt just as much as it sets off his desire to breed Elliot, to enact unspeakable things onto this man despite the fact that they are, essentially, not compatible for it.
Does he care? No, no he does not. He will breed him.
He tilts his head far to one side, opening his mouth to allow the Liberi entrance as he licks over his teeth. It doesn't take more than simple suggestion for Sesa to get the memo, because the moment their kiss breaks, he ducks his head down and sinks his teeth into the side of Elliot's neck. Not too closely to his pulse, not deep enough to severely wound him, but...he will be bleeding before he's done with him.
In multiple places, he plans.]
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[The Vouivre has a way with making Elliot moan like a whore, that's for sure. That's exactly what he wanted, judging by the way his spine arches, pushing himself up against Sesa hovering above him. It has the consequence of locking their hips together however briefly, a slow grind between Sesa's slick cocks and Elliot's.
And oh, does he moan about it, desperately digging his talons in somewhere just below Sesa's shoulderblades, helpless with his cock twitching between their stomachs. Sesa will probably feel it, not that there's any question about how goddamn aroused Elliot is with a moan like that.
The walls are not soundproofed. Anyone in the nearby inn rooms will hear them. Still, Elliot can't find it in himself to care, especially as he feels warm blood trickling from his neck and down into his hair.
He has never been hornier in his life, thanks.]
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He'll continue this for a while. Practically gnawing on Elliot's neck, sinking his teeth in as deeply as he dares before he pulls away so he can lap up the blood from the fresh wounds, hungry for more but still aware that he can't bite him too much unless he wants Elliot to bleed out all over his bedsheets. Still, he'll end up with a blood-smeared neck, part of his beautiful long hair matted with it as Sesa sits back with teeth muddied crimson, reaching his claws clumsily between them both.
It isn't until he finds Elliot's length that he readjusts the angle of his wrist, taking just one of his own cocks alongside that of Elliot's so he can hold them both at the same time. There's no need to explain what he's doing; he simply begins to move his hand, stroking them both slowly while he moves to the other side of Elliot's neck for another bite, this time one more at his shoulder.]
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Somehow despite the slight loss of blood, Elliot is flushed red when Sesa pulls back, pupils dilated and hair fucked up. He looks fucked out, that fragile Liberi constitution of his abundantly clear just by the look in his eyes and the various holes in his neck, and yet. And yet, Elliot is gazing up at Sesa with a ravenous hunger. This Vouivre could kill him. He likes that in a man.
He opens his mouth to say something, and that's when Sesa reaches between their legs to get them off, and Elliot practically sobs out a moan, hips rising off the bed. Oh... his fingers find their way to Sesa's hair, threading with the strands, pulling encouragingly at every bite left on him. He groans out Sesa's name right into his ear seconds before planting a kiss next to it.]
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It isn't until Elliot presses a kiss to his ear, along with a moan of his name, that Sesa snaps out of his lust-haze long enough to look at the Liberi underneath him directly, eyes meeting as he nudges the bridges of their noses together.]
You are perfect. And now you are mine.
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He wants to hide in his headwings. He wants to kiss Sesa stupid. He wants to feel the Vouivre cover him in kisses and bites and his own release, he wants he wants he wants.
In the end, Elliot simply pulls his hands through Sesa's hair and nods in affirmation, unable to speak, to agree yes, I am yours in so many words, but hopefully his partner understands this much. His spine arches, hips rocking into Sesa's hand right against those cocks, and he opens his mouth to deliver another open-mouthed kiss only to moan right against Sesa's lips as he hits a brief but blissful climax.]
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He moans right back, rocking his hips up into his own hand as he pumps them both at a faster clip the moment he realizes that Elliot came. He doesn't want to push him to the point where he's oversensitive, but...feeling him tip over the edge, and feeling his release pour hot over his knuckles? It's amazingly hot.
He can't handle it anymore.
With an animalistic snarl, Sesa abruptly ducks out of their kiss solely so he can sink his fangs deep into the side of Elliot's neck, blood pooling around his fangs as he cums between them. He cums hard, thick ropes streaking their abdomens as he strokes them through it, tail having found itself wrapped tight around his lover's body, as if to hold him that much closer for longer.]
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Elliot quietly determines that his obsession with Sesa, twisted as it is, is only going to grow from here. Sesa closed the gap between them, after all, when Elliot so carefully tried to warn him away from it. And now...
Now, he's running a hand through that red hair, cooing against Sesa's ear, all too pleased while he shudders at the high. He could fall asleep like this, to be honest. He shouldn't. They need to haul ass to the bathroom and clean up, but also.
Consider. Sleepy bird.]
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Now, imagine how much warmer still he would be if only his cocks were buried deep inside of him?
The cooing doesn't help the exhaustion as he rests their temples together, letting out a breathless chuckle of disbelief.]
I...I can't believe we did that...
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Would you believe me if I said I'd dreamt of doing more with you for a while now?
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[Sesa sighs as he gently pulls his claws through Elliot's long wisps of hair, letting them brush against the sides of his headwings.]
You are...stunning, you know. It all makes me feel rather lucky.