[HI, hello. Hello, Elliot, Sesa sees you. He hears you, he feels you, he-
He's...
Actively jostling Elliot backwards onto the bed, now. He doesn't lay him down on the mattress so much as he shoves him there (he will apologize for being so rough with him later), managing to still keep their hips and bodies flush even though Elliot is less on his lap now and more being straddled by the Vouivre now crouched above him.
Crouched, and...definitely grinding on him. He would be sorry if he weren't so desperate for contact, his teeth once again finding the Liberi's neck. His fangs nip at his collarbone, leaving a distinctive mark there, actually drawing a bit of blood this time. He laps it off his own lips the moment it reaches them, giving him enough of a distraction to draw back from Elliot just long enough to gauge what to do now.
Elliot...will see his own blood staining the Vouivre's fangs.]
[If and when Sesa says sorry for being rough, Elliot is just going to Look at him and smile. Buddy. Buddy boy he wants this.
There's a brief exhalation of surprise when Sesa flips them, followed by a quiet moan that grows much louder when Sesa's fangs pierce his skin. That's almost certainly a mark he'll have to cover up later. One for him to admire in the mirror, definitely. One that he hopes will be among many.
Sesa will be able to feel the Liberi twitch eagerly in his pants. The sensation of blood and it being lapped off of his skin has him rocking up into Sesa, too eager, almost impatient now that he's been given a taste of the Vouivre's fangs. He almost misses what Sesa says, too busy staring at the blood on them, feeling his brain short-circuit in real time. His pupils are blown wide, hair a mess, and for a moment he finally gets control of himself and reaches behind his head to pull out the ponytail holding it all up.]
Please.
[Yes, please put your hands on him. He's never been so feral in his life.]
[Oh, he feels it. He feels it, and he feels his own body responding eagerly in kind. So while Elliot is busy being horny about the blood clinging to Sesa's teeth, Sesa is...letting Elliot go, because with him laying down, he can more easily place his hands elswhere.
Elliot's been known to wear lots of layers. Flowing fabrics and the like...the same applies here, yet that isn't going to stop Sesa from gingerly laying his hands against his abdomen through the fabric from the outside, his fingertips feeling the hidden planes of his body underneath. He growls again, only this time it's a lot softer under his breath as he maps him out, bringing his hands a bit lower near to where those folds are hiding Elliot's arousal.
He wants to just...rip the fabric away, but he figures that wouldn't gain him much favor if he did. So, instead...he'll dip his toe in a bit more carefully, pressing his hand from abdomen to navel...and then nervously bringing it all the way down until he feels the start of that bulge, seemingly white-hot even still clothed. It's enough to snap Sesa out of it just a little, seeing as how this is his first time EVER touching someone else.
Sesa exhales shakily, glancing up to gauge Elliot's expression as he gently palms him through his clothing.]
[Time to remove all those flowing fabrics and decorations, Sesa. Elliot is more than willing to help with that when the time comes.
For now? He's afflicted, terribly so, immediately snapping his hips up into Sesa's palm and biting back a debauched, eager sound. Oh...
He should be patient. He is, normally, but something in him is begging for him to snap. It's lucky that he doesn't want to rush this, then. If they were running on only a few minutes, he might have tried to. Might have hurriedly torn through the buttons on both of their clothing... but they have time. More than enough time to experiment with one another, that's for sure.
Elliot's head lists to the side. The wings shuffle, feathers puffed out, and slightly fold in front of his face, half-obscuring his eyes. Is he embarrassed? Nervous? A combination of them, most likely. He has as much experience as Sesa does, which is to say none.]
Mmn... Sesa...
[His eyes flutter shut, hands gripping the sheets underneath him.]
[Make no mistake, Sesa wants to. He wants to rip off those layers, just as much as he wants to free himself from the confines of his own pants. It’s bad enough when you just have one, but Sesa…both of his cocks are slipping free, and he knows it’s only going to be a matter of time before his hand is forced. Less that he’ll want to pull his pants down, and more that he’ll have no choice but to do so.
As Elliot hides behind his wings, Sesa reflexively leans in to try to look past them, pressing another feather-light kiss to the Liberi’s feathers. It is…something of a power trip to have Elliot Glover of all people prone and wanting underneath him, able to control the sounds he makes with a simple shift of his hand.
Yet, it’s killing Sesa as much as it is killing Elliot.]
Don’t hide. [He almost whines that, like please, don’t.] I want to see you…
[He rocks the heel of his hand up into Elliot with purpose, the same way he figures he’d like it if he were doing it to himself. He kisses him all the while, swallowing up every soft moan and exhale that escapes. It’s becoming rapidly clear that this…is not enough. It is simply not enough.
…Sesa is going to try to figure out how to get up underneath these robes. Pull them aside?? He has no idea what he’s working with, but he’s trying.]
[The wings move just slightly out of the way, at least while Sesa remains in Elliot's face, kissing him and whispering against his lips. Sesa will feel the brush of wingtips over his cheeks.
His outfit is... well, there are a lot of buttons and internal zippers. It's meant to not come off too easily, whether he's in combat or a sandstorm, and Sesa might struggle to find some of the hidden snaps. For what it's worth, Elliot thinks the attempt is extremely endearing. There's a chuckle against his lips, interrupted halfway through by a low groan.
God. He's never felt so horny in his life.]
Would you like some help?
[Elliot's hands move to overlap with Sesa's, slowly guiding his fingers to each button or snap or zipper, whatever needs to be undone bit by bit, until that first layer of his is off. From there, it's just a simple undershirt, and his pants as well, equally simple.]
[Sesa nods weakly, like yes he needs help desperately, why do you have so many buttons and zippers. He could sit here for a half hour and figure it out for himself, but that is more embarrassing than it is sexy, and he isn't sure they'd survive that long anyway. So, he'll gratefully allow it, though he's a little surprised when Elliot guides his own hands, rather than simply do it himself. He blushes fiercely at the feeling of lithe fingers guiding his own, until finally they've gotten down past the folds to where Sesa can do the rest on his own.
With his hands trembling uncontrollably, of course.]
Thank you...
[He murmurs- is he thanking him for the help, or for existing and being so hot?- as he very gently smooths a hand down the hem of his slacks, nudging up the bottom edge of the undershirt so he can touch his bare skin. Fingertips brush feather-light along his hips and abdomen, until Sesa feels that feral urge to bite overtake him again and he has to stop long enough to sit back and loosen his own belt. Elliot may have noticed he is sporting quite a tent, like...an alarmingly. Huge one.]
...do you mind, if I...
[He needs to pull himself out, he is fucking Dying.]
[Elliot is showing Sesa how to undo those for next time. :) Except knowing him he'll be in a different outfit next time so whoops.
Elliot's skin is soft. Probably expectedly so, considering. There's the thin line of a scar on one of his hips, trailing around to his back and unseen from there. Sesa's claws tracing his skin almost tickle, and he shudders, brief and fleeting, if only because Sesa has backed up.
...
Yeah, uh, that seems unnaturally huge, but who is Elliot to complain? No, in fact, he feels some amount of sympathy, sitting up to help. His fingers stray to the buttons on those pants to undo them, then the zipper... maybe he's a little impatient.]
I don't mind at all.
[He is, in fact, pulling Sesa's pants down as they speak. And if Sesa doesn't stop him, the shirt is coming off too. Elliot has been good for too long.]
[Wait, he starts to warn, but by then it's too late. Elliot has reached for his pants to pull them down, and given the way they're barely hanging on as it is, it means that inevitably his undergarments go with them.
Suffice it to say, his shirt is the least of his worries, right now.
Sesa almost lifts his claws to cover his face. Almost. He manages to mitigate the embarrassment by fisting the bedsheets around his knees, looking staunchly elsewhere as he feels himself spill out of his underwear haphazardly, laying heavy over the edge of his waistband.
What Elliot will be presented with is the reason why his bulge was so massive. Not only is this man dealing with a sheath, the slit of which is visible even past the snarl of curly red hair down there, but there is not one, but two deeply purlish-red cocks curving upwards from within it, each of them independently hard and completely slicked from their tips to the base. Honestly, if his pants weren't already ruined by now...]
[Elliot thinks two things to himself: The first thing is that he sure is real fucking excited about this, and the second thing is that he's not sure how to get this man in him, which might mean just fooling around for now. Either way, there's a smirk playing on his lips, even as he continues to wrest Sesa free from the rest of his clothing. Are those bandages he wears on his arms still on, because those also need to come off.
At the end of it, it leaves Sesa the undressed one, while Elliot is still dressed down. His hands are immediately roaming, fingers trailing from the scales on the Vouivre's chest and down to his hips. His wings shift on his head, feathers fanning out like he's trying to show off. Instinct is a hell of a thing.]
Quite the sight for sore eyes, my dear.
[He's so shredded. Hello?? Why are you shredded.
Elliot is almost sorry for where his fingers go, though. Almost. Not really sorry. His hand drags downwards further until his index finger hits that snarl of hair, and then he lets it trace up the length of one of those cocks, curious and feather-light. When he reaches the tip, Elliot's fingers go elsewhere, dipping back down and into the beginnings of the sheath.
He wonders if it feels good. By Elliot's measure, it sure feels wet, and it doesn't look like he can get his fingers in far for obvious reasons, but...]
[Sesa feels like he's going to go insane maybe, but in a good way. Every inch of his body feels like it's on fire right now as Elliot looks at him over, completely bare, unabashed...it feels shameful, really, that he's this hard right now. It's like just kissing was enough to get him down this bad, which...isn't entirely wrong, honestly. He just can't help himself.
And now here Elliot is, looking on at him like he's the finest cut of meat, trying to decide what angle of attack he wants to go with here. Sesa, for his part, doesn't stop him or try to influence what he does, merely watching and waiting with bated breath.
He is not disappointed.]
Hngh-!
[Sesa's twin cocks jump the moment Elliot slips his finger into the sheath, which- while it doesn't go in much deeper than the space to allow for the lengths to return when flaccid, it's still plenty for him to explore, and plenty enough for Sesa to lose his god damn mind over. His tail whips around behind him unbidden, shoulders hunched as he resists the urge to jerk his hips up into Elliot's hand.]
[Imagine being Sesa right now. Your boyfriend-thing you just acquired says he's obsessed with you, to the point where if you close the gap, he'll never let you go for as long as he lives. He climbs into your lap to make out with you, pushes things into more intimate territory... and he's still dressed while he's shoving his fingers in the most sensitive places he can possibly reach right now. Good Lord Elliot you're lucky you still have a hand after this.
He smiles. It borders on a smirk, not quite there, but he's damn proud of himself for that one.]
Look at you... [His fingers drag down, curling against the sensitive insides. There's a grossly wet sound, and it only drives Elliot to twist his wrist and plunge his fingers as deep as they can go.] The picture of perfection, as I had imagined, but far superior than the imagination could conjure.
[He wants. To put his mouth everywhere. All over Sesa, letting his lips drag across the scales on his chest and neck...
...he wonders what he tastes like. Hm. At the very least, for now, he'll let Sesa rock against his fingers while he kisses along his neck, down to his collarbone and chest.]
[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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[HI, hello. Hello, Elliot, Sesa sees you. He hears you, he feels you, he-
He's...
Actively jostling Elliot backwards onto the bed, now. He doesn't lay him down on the mattress so much as he shoves him there (he will apologize for being so rough with him later), managing to still keep their hips and bodies flush even though Elliot is less on his lap now and more being straddled by the Vouivre now crouched above him.
Crouched, and...definitely grinding on him. He would be sorry if he weren't so desperate for contact, his teeth once again finding the Liberi's neck. His fangs nip at his collarbone, leaving a distinctive mark there, actually drawing a bit of blood this time. He laps it off his own lips the moment it reaches them, giving him enough of a distraction to draw back from Elliot just long enough to gauge what to do now.
Elliot...will see his own blood staining the Vouivre's fangs.]
Let...let me touch you. Please.
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There's a brief exhalation of surprise when Sesa flips them, followed by a quiet moan that grows much louder when Sesa's fangs pierce his skin. That's almost certainly a mark he'll have to cover up later. One for him to admire in the mirror, definitely. One that he hopes will be among many.
Sesa will be able to feel the Liberi twitch eagerly in his pants. The sensation of blood and it being lapped off of his skin has him rocking up into Sesa, too eager, almost impatient now that he's been given a taste of the Vouivre's fangs. He almost misses what Sesa says, too busy staring at the blood on them, feeling his brain short-circuit in real time. His pupils are blown wide, hair a mess, and for a moment he finally gets control of himself and reaches behind his head to pull out the ponytail holding it all up.]
Please.
[Yes, please put your hands on him. He's never been so feral in his life.]
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Elliot's been known to wear lots of layers. Flowing fabrics and the like...the same applies here, yet that isn't going to stop Sesa from gingerly laying his hands against his abdomen through the fabric from the outside, his fingertips feeling the hidden planes of his body underneath. He growls again, only this time it's a lot softer under his breath as he maps him out, bringing his hands a bit lower near to where those folds are hiding Elliot's arousal.
He wants to just...rip the fabric away, but he figures that wouldn't gain him much favor if he did. So, instead...he'll dip his toe in a bit more carefully, pressing his hand from abdomen to navel...and then nervously bringing it all the way down until he feels the start of that bulge, seemingly white-hot even still clothed. It's enough to snap Sesa out of it just a little, seeing as how this is his first time EVER touching someone else.
Sesa exhales shakily, glancing up to gauge Elliot's expression as he gently palms him through his clothing.]
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For now? He's afflicted, terribly so, immediately snapping his hips up into Sesa's palm and biting back a debauched, eager sound. Oh...
He should be patient. He is, normally, but something in him is begging for him to snap. It's lucky that he doesn't want to rush this, then. If they were running on only a few minutes, he might have tried to. Might have hurriedly torn through the buttons on both of their clothing... but they have time. More than enough time to experiment with one another, that's for sure.
Elliot's head lists to the side. The wings shuffle, feathers puffed out, and slightly fold in front of his face, half-obscuring his eyes. Is he embarrassed? Nervous? A combination of them, most likely. He has as much experience as Sesa does, which is to say none.]
Mmn... Sesa...
[His eyes flutter shut, hands gripping the sheets underneath him.]
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As Elliot hides behind his wings, Sesa reflexively leans in to try to look past them, pressing another feather-light kiss to the Liberi’s feathers. It is…something of a power trip to have Elliot Glover of all people prone and wanting underneath him, able to control the sounds he makes with a simple shift of his hand.
Yet, it’s killing Sesa as much as it is killing Elliot.]
Don’t hide. [He almost whines that, like please, don’t.] I want to see you…
[He rocks the heel of his hand up into Elliot with purpose, the same way he figures he’d like it if he were doing it to himself. He kisses him all the while, swallowing up every soft moan and exhale that escapes. It’s becoming rapidly clear that this…is not enough. It is simply not enough.
…Sesa is going to try to figure out how to get up underneath these robes. Pull them aside?? He has no idea what he’s working with, but he’s trying.]
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His outfit is... well, there are a lot of buttons and internal zippers. It's meant to not come off too easily, whether he's in combat or a sandstorm, and Sesa might struggle to find some of the hidden snaps. For what it's worth, Elliot thinks the attempt is extremely endearing. There's a chuckle against his lips, interrupted halfway through by a low groan.
God. He's never felt so horny in his life.]
Would you like some help?
[Elliot's hands move to overlap with Sesa's, slowly guiding his fingers to each button or snap or zipper, whatever needs to be undone bit by bit, until that first layer of his is off. From there, it's just a simple undershirt, and his pants as well, equally simple.]
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With his hands trembling uncontrollably, of course.]
Thank you...
[He murmurs- is he thanking him for the help, or for existing and being so hot?- as he very gently smooths a hand down the hem of his slacks, nudging up the bottom edge of the undershirt so he can touch his bare skin. Fingertips brush feather-light along his hips and abdomen, until Sesa feels that feral urge to bite overtake him again and he has to stop long enough to sit back and loosen his own belt. Elliot may have noticed he is sporting quite a tent, like...an alarmingly. Huge one.]
...do you mind, if I...
[He needs to pull himself out, he is fucking Dying.]
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Elliot's skin is soft. Probably expectedly so, considering. There's the thin line of a scar on one of his hips, trailing around to his back and unseen from there. Sesa's claws tracing his skin almost tickle, and he shudders, brief and fleeting, if only because Sesa has backed up.
...
Yeah, uh, that seems unnaturally huge, but who is Elliot to complain? No, in fact, he feels some amount of sympathy, sitting up to help. His fingers stray to the buttons on those pants to undo them, then the zipper... maybe he's a little impatient.]
I don't mind at all.
[He is, in fact, pulling Sesa's pants down as they speak. And if Sesa doesn't stop him, the shirt is coming off too. Elliot has been good for too long.]
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[Wait, he starts to warn, but by then it's too late. Elliot has reached for his pants to pull them down, and given the way they're barely hanging on as it is, it means that inevitably his undergarments go with them.
Suffice it to say, his shirt is the least of his worries, right now.
Sesa almost lifts his claws to cover his face. Almost. He manages to mitigate the embarrassment by fisting the bedsheets around his knees, looking staunchly elsewhere as he feels himself spill out of his underwear haphazardly, laying heavy over the edge of his waistband.
What Elliot will be presented with is the reason why his bulge was so massive. Not only is this man dealing with a sheath, the slit of which is visible even past the snarl of curly red hair down there, but there is not one, but two deeply purlish-red cocks curving upwards from within it, each of them independently hard and completely slicked from their tips to the base. Honestly, if his pants weren't already ruined by now...]
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At the end of it, it leaves Sesa the undressed one, while Elliot is still dressed down. His hands are immediately roaming, fingers trailing from the scales on the Vouivre's chest and down to his hips. His wings shift on his head, feathers fanning out like he's trying to show off. Instinct is a hell of a thing.]
Quite the sight for sore eyes, my dear.
[He's so shredded. Hello?? Why are you shredded.
Elliot is almost sorry for where his fingers go, though. Almost. Not really sorry. His hand drags downwards further until his index finger hits that snarl of hair, and then he lets it trace up the length of one of those cocks, curious and feather-light. When he reaches the tip, Elliot's fingers go elsewhere, dipping back down and into the beginnings of the sheath.
He wonders if it feels good. By Elliot's measure, it sure feels wet, and it doesn't look like he can get his fingers in far for obvious reasons, but...]
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And now here Elliot is, looking on at him like he's the finest cut of meat, trying to decide what angle of attack he wants to go with here. Sesa, for his part, doesn't stop him or try to influence what he does, merely watching and waiting with bated breath.
He is not disappointed.]
Hngh-!
[Sesa's twin cocks jump the moment Elliot slips his finger into the sheath, which- while it doesn't go in much deeper than the space to allow for the lengths to return when flaccid, it's still plenty for him to explore, and plenty enough for Sesa to lose his god damn mind over. His tail whips around behind him unbidden, shoulders hunched as he resists the urge to jerk his hips up into Elliot's hand.]
E-elliot...
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[Imagine being Sesa right now. Your boyfriend-thing you just acquired says he's obsessed with you, to the point where if you close the gap, he'll never let you go for as long as he lives. He climbs into your lap to make out with you, pushes things into more intimate territory... and he's still dressed while he's shoving his fingers in the most sensitive places he can possibly reach right now. Good Lord Elliot you're lucky you still have a hand after this.
He smiles. It borders on a smirk, not quite there, but he's damn proud of himself for that one.]
Look at you... [His fingers drag down, curling against the sensitive insides. There's a grossly wet sound, and it only drives Elliot to twist his wrist and plunge his fingers as deep as they can go.] The picture of perfection, as I had imagined, but far superior than the imagination could conjure.
[He wants. To put his mouth everywhere. All over Sesa, letting his lips drag across the scales on his chest and neck...
...he wonders what he tastes like. Hm. At the very least, for now, he'll let Sesa rock against his fingers while he kisses along his neck, down to his collarbone and chest.]
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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.