[Eleos stares with owlish eyes, clearly a little confused. That was a courting ritual?? It was not one he's ever seen before, so how was he supposed to know?]
Oh, didn't know that ... probably would help if you actually explained things, Erebus.
Besides, I already agreed to go with you? Why are you doing this now?
[ erebus’s eyes flatten, but his flaring expression doesn’t. sure he agreed to come with him but— it doesn’t mean anything if it isn’t reciprocated in the same degree! with a brisk inhale, erebus yanks at the collar of the fabric on him, again, to free him a bit from the stuffy feeling and hoping to exhale the heat that came with it. ]
I thought it was the same, what else would humans do?
never mind the awkward orientation to get to this point, but between dragon and man, they can do this. erebus’ heart hops in his chest and a smile plays his lips back some. for dragons, this was where something deeper started, almost a conventional relationship nearly run backwards. you court your interest, then you mate— then affection becomes more readily presentable!
not to mention, he needed this if he ever wanted the ritual to work. he’ll have to talk about it soon. feeling his mouth going dry, he swallows and sets his lips. ]
[That smile on Erebus was beautiful. But knowing that he's smiling because he agreed to mate, it makes Eleos blush even more and divert his eyes.
He has thought about it. About all the ways he wanted to kiss and touch Erebus. The thoughts have been popping up ever since the first day he saw the dragon in human form. He knew that one day, it'd be a bridge they'd cross.
But the fact they were crossing it so near the village was enough to make Eleos's face heat up.]
O-Oh- [He vaguely recalls his explanation of clothes] -- yeah, definitely. It's a very private thing...
[Did the temperature suddenly increase? He sure felt hot]
[ he’s never actually been with another dragon, or even around other dragons to know for a fact, but— it’s like a fair many things he simply knows passed down by blood, by intuition that flows strongly enough to become his own memories.
but he’s willing to bend a bit, and looks around them as they walk, there’s a storage cabin he’s noticed, where no one has gone in and neither out. so! he leads him over, taking his hand and— baring in mind it was the human way to court. ]
[His cheeks burn, imagining that. He was too much a virgin right now to recognize the full depth of his feelings - so he just assumes he feels mortified by such an aspect. Humans were supposed to be modest about such things, after all. That's what he was taught.
He notices that he's being led to a storage cabin, with his hand being held no less. It's a little touching, even if this is completely rushed, that Erebus is trying to put human courting rituals into this. ]
...Okay, I can do that. Hold still.
[He stops walking so they are slowed to a stop right outside the cabin. He tugs Erenbus's hand so he faces him. Even in human for, Erebus stood a lot taller than him. He looks up with him, still red in the face but smiling. Slowly, he'll put a hand on the back of Erenbus's neck. He stands up on his toes, while pushing his hand gently so Erenbus leans his head down- and presses his lips against his mate's.
It's clumsy, he's never kissed before, but it still was a kiss. ]
[ erebus is easy enough to tug down, more curious than he was reluctant (note, he’s not reluctant at all), and as clumsy as his own lips are, stiffer than a rod, his eyes keep open and watch as eleos does it.
It wasn’t. bad. It was pretty close, and something he approved in that aspect, warm lips against his and sensitive to the touch. erebus only begins to pull back before his neck could start to complain of soreness, but— he’s intrigued.
. . . he really is intrigued, eyes only for eleos but thoughts running miles a minute. his tongue flicks over his own lips now, noticing that there’s taste, his bonded’s taste, and— was it possible to taste more of him? he gods damned hoped so. ]
It’s like . . . Tasting. You. [ without smell mixing with it the way it usually does, no, he’s sort of. distinguishing. lips part to ask him something, before erebus decides that— he doesn’t need to ask. holding eleos’ face in place and craning down, erebus plants his mouth over his, perhaps a bit too sturdy, but gradually, the strain softens up. they’re loosely held, and to get more of the “taste”, is tongue presses nimbly across eleos’ lips, pulling back to savor the taste in his mouth and give him a face-flushed glance.
he almost wishes he cared enough to consider if he was doing it right, because either way he looked at it . . . It was good. ]
[They were clumsy kisses, for sure, but Eleos's breath was still taken away by them. Feeling Erebus's lips and tongue against him, getting his taste in his mouth...it was good. Just like the one that followed up the first kiss. He lets Erebus's tongue press against his lips, opening his mouth just a little to give more room. He keeps shifting his own lips to figure out the right position, until he's got the tilt just right. His own tongue reaches out to get a taste of Erebus's lips as well.]
Yeah...it is.
[He remains close, not pulling away.]
If only you weren't so tall, it's a little hard to kiss long on my toes.
[ you know what, he has a better idea. with his thoughts in a heated swim to kiss (more, to feel more to lick more to taste more), that before he can adjust his height for them— he shepherds eleos into the cabin to hoist his mate up; his arms hook just under his bottom, lifting him until his nose was at the same level as his.
he’s forwarding, and in eleos’ case, backing up right onto furniture, with nets and produce getting shoved out of the way to sit his mate.
it smells like food in here, and luckily! the door’s hinges are weak. it swings shut behind them with the same momentum used to fling it open. ]
. . . An excuse.
[ eye to eye and eleos’ toes possibly hanging away to rest, erebus plants his hands on both sides of his seat, knocking his head to his, bumping shoulders— and breathing right over his lips. ]
He makes a little squeak as he gets hoisted up, immediately wrapping his arms around him to make sure he doesn't fall off - leaving him incredibly close to him. Maybe he should glance back to where Erebus was leading him, but instead his eyes were on his mate. And as Erebus walks them, he wastes no time in peppering him with tiny kisses.
Then he feels his bottom get placed on some furniture, a chair or a box. He loosens his grip on Erebus, but doesn't let go. they are so close to each other. His heart races as he leans in and starts kissing him again, long and slow.
He tasted perfect. Even with their clumsy actions, it felt almost perfect. It's only after the kiss ends does he speak again, all while keeping close to him]
Tell me your plan.
[he knows Erebus has been plotting something. The expressions had been pretty clear on his face over the past week. And he's sure it's something more involved than run off and mate in the woods]
[ situated right between his legs, erebus inclines forward to finally, finally, give any proper attention to the kiss and explore away. this one lasts longer, this one doesn’t merely keep them touched upon one another, but inching deeper. he cares not if it’s the right way, the wrong way, it was the good way, tongue, saliva and all.
erebus takes advantage of the gift of hands, and with some curiosity, slides them to eleos’ hips. his groin burns, especially with such proximity that he presses forward shameless to ease the longing for contact. he’s as much a virgin as eleos, but— dragons were not born with so much civility as they were with primal yearning, for freedom, respect, power or pleasure. they’d go for it when the moment was opportune. ]
Grow horns, scales and wings, [ he smiles, now with a little more clarity, with hope that was at arm’s length. ] and lay with me for the rest of your days.
[ it almost doesn’t sound like his words— because they’re not. they’re part of the ritual that intertwined with words before they did with blood, with action and fluids. ]
[Erebus is forward enough that it takes Eleos's breath away. He wasn't experienced, yet the primal yearning and forwardness was alluring. His own groin burns as they press together, a new sensation that makes him gasp a little in surprise. What was that feeling? It felt so good, and not nearly enough. In return, he moves his own hips a little to press against him.
It's only when Erebus starts speaking does he pause, surprised by the words. On some level, he knows what it means. It's been whispered in his dreams since the day he got the mark, even if his waking self wasn't aware of it.]
Wait...do you mean...become a dragon?
[Something inside him felt thrilled at the prospect, enough to make him suck in his breath. ]
[ erebus keeps his smile, nodding close enough to have his nose brush against eleos’ cheeks, hands that are on his hips . . . don’t quite like the clothes there, keeping him from the contact he could have. the friction eased the pleasurable ache for a second, rolling back onto him in a run that squeezes a sigh out of him: hot, beginning to tremble from anticipation and digging his fingers into the fabric of eleos’ pants, until good bundles are balled into two fists.
he has a feeling he knows the answer, his heart beating so loud he can hear it thump in his ears. but, he’s respectable and completely fastened onto the rules this process held. it wasn’t for anyone, and it was sacred. ]
Through Fafnir. [ the very one from his dreams. ] You’ll need to taste my blood.
[ his breathing stops— he’s holding it. ]
The choice is yours, and just yours. You only will if you want to.
[ he’s aware that . . . he’d be leaving a whole world behind. which is why he was, perhaps, always ready for plan b.
stay the way he was, scaleless, wingless and hornless— for him. ]
[Become a dragon....drink Erebus's blood and he'll become a dragon like his mate. It's both a lot to take in, and it isn't at all. He sucks in his breath a little, taking it all in. He knows the weight of what he's asking, that it wouldn't be an easy process. There's a good reason this isn't something you normally hear about. He knows this, but...]
...Ever since you gave me my name, I...I started realizing how fitting it was, even if it was a dragon name. And then I realized just...much I don't fit into a human village. It never...It never felt right.
[Maybe he was born human, but something inside him could tell he wasn't meant to stay one. It wasn't just to stay with Erebus, even if that was a strong enough reason. No...this ritual, just hearing it felt right.
Well, almost right, as he notes where they are. He reaches over to take hold of Erebus's hold]
Not here. There's caves not far north of here...that'd be better.
[More private, more space, more fitting for dragons]
he didn’t seem to expect how much the name would shape his feelings— but similar happens to erebus on a different spectrum. his hands are held where they are, and while he hadn’t entirely planned on doing it all here,he’ll agree, easily, if that was the only thing he requested. his hands relinquish the fabric to flip up, palms exposed for eleos’ hands.
erebus keeps his smile, as soft as it is. he doesn’t doubt him! but. behind closed lips is taste of iron from the inside of his cheek. it’s been only a few heated moments, that he’s bitten himself to taint his kiss, and make it work like a spark to dry leaves. ]
We’ll see where it takes us.
[ he can’t promise they’d actually wait, once his blood is felt on opposite pairs, and it’s still overly tempting to kiss him again. placing eleos back down, proximity plagues them, even removing the problem of his mate having to stand on his toes. he holds him up with ease, his arm around him from the back and his other hand pressing them pelvis to pelvis.
gods he’s just that close, chest to chest, breath to breath and nose to nose.
it’s not long before his head dips sideways, and he nudges his face forward. ]
[True names have the sort of power. But it wasn't like it drastically changed him so much as reveal something he hadn't realized. The human world hadn't ever been a good fit for him, and being with Erebus only made it clear how true that was.
He's glad when Erebus complies with his agreement. He gets picked up and...well, he doesn't see the harm in having one more kiss with him before they move out. He keeps it quick, noting the more metallic taste this time, but doesn't really think anything of it. Yet.]
Yeah, shouldn't be far, promise.
[He lets his feet drop down on the ground, leading Erebus out of the cabin and to the north. For the first minute, he keeps walking like nothing happened. But as that bit of blood slides down that throat, the power of it triggers and starts to spread. His steps slow and falter some. ]
H-Huh? When did it get so...hot...?
[The air temperature hasn't changed. Rather, it was the first stage of the ritual starting to take hold. He comes to a stop, his green eyes glazing over.]
I...I need...
[What did he need? He was still figuring it out. But maybe it had to do something with his shirt buttons that he was now undoing without thinking.]
[ his fingers still played with eleos’ as they walked, and through it he continues his play. bumping, rubbing, head knocking (taking into account that he’s lighter with it this time, his skull isn’t as plated as a dragon’s anymore). it was still . . . definitely hot, for his lustful reasons as well as how having another layer of skin just does that. when eleos starts unbuttoning, while they are further out toward outskirts, only a few people scattered here and there, he
watches
he’s not complaining about shedding clothes, erebus would probably be the first to if he wasn’t . . . encouraged to keep them on. ]
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Trying to walk and be affectionate at the same time...?
I mean, I know you're still a little clumsy on two legs...
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he can’t believe he has to, like
actually say it. ]
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It’s a courting ritual.
[ and he’s gotten so much better at two-legged walking? he was so proud! he can’t believe you’d call him clumsy. ]
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Oh, didn't know that ... probably would help if you actually explained things, Erebus.
Besides, I already agreed to go with you? Why are you doing this now?
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I thought it was the same, what else would humans do?
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[he scratches his own jaw]
H-Hold hands, cuddle up to you at night, kiss...?
[You know, 2/3 of the things he's already been doing for like a week now]
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[ that’s so vanilla
okay but this is. this needs attention immediately. erebus’s eyes briefly go wide before they’re holding a touch of confusion to them. breathes in. ]
Look— [ he can’t believe. ] We only court when we’re ready to mate.
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Eleos's eyes grow very wide]
M-Mate?!
[he turns red, because oh yes, he knows what THAT means]
R-Right now? But we're so near the village- what if someone finds us?!
[It should be noted that he isn't saying no]
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erebus doesn’t seem the least bit fazed (after running around naked and complaining about clothes, too much modesty shouldn’t be expected). ]
You accept?
[ he needs to hear it— consensus was primordial! ]
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What? W-Well- y-yes...
[It's something that's crossed his mind a lot the past few days okay]
B-But do you really mean right here??
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never mind the awkward orientation to get to this point, but between dragon and man, they can do this. erebus’ heart hops in his chest and a smile plays his lips back some. for dragons, this was where something deeper started, almost a conventional relationship nearly run backwards. you court your interest, then you mate— then affection becomes more readily presentable!
not to mention, he needed this if he ever wanted the ritual to work. he’ll have to talk about it soon. feeling his mouth going dry, he swallows and sets his lips. ]
Is it like clothes to you?
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He has thought about it. About all the ways he wanted to kiss and touch Erebus. The thoughts have been popping up ever since the first day he saw the dragon in human form. He knew that one day, it'd be a bridge they'd cross.
But the fact they were crossing it so near the village was enough to make Eleos's face heat up.]
O-Oh- [He vaguely recalls his explanation of clothes] -- yeah, definitely. It's a very private thing...
[Did the temperature suddenly increase? He sure felt hot]
Is..is it not for dragons?
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[ he’s never actually been with another dragon, or even around other dragons to know for a fact, but— it’s like a fair many things he simply knows passed down by blood, by intuition that flows strongly enough to become his own memories.
but he’s willing to bend a bit, and looks around them as they walk, there’s a storage cabin he’s noticed, where no one has gone in and neither out. so! he leads him over, taking his hand and— baring in mind it was the human way to court. ]
You just need to show me the kiss.
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[His cheeks burn, imagining that. He was too much a virgin right now to recognize the full depth of his feelings - so he just assumes he feels mortified by such an aspect. Humans were supposed to be modest about such things, after all. That's what he was taught.
He notices that he's being led to a storage cabin, with his hand being held no less. It's a little touching, even if this is completely rushed, that Erebus is trying to put human courting rituals into this. ]
...Okay, I can do that. Hold still.
[He stops walking so they are slowed to a stop right outside the cabin. He tugs Erenbus's hand so he faces him. Even in human for, Erebus stood a lot taller than him. He looks up with him, still red in the face but smiling. Slowly, he'll put a hand on the back of Erenbus's neck. He stands up on his toes, while pushing his hand gently so Erenbus leans his head down- and presses his lips against his mate's.
It's clumsy, he's never kissed before, but it still was a kiss. ]
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It wasn’t. bad. It was pretty close, and something he approved in that aspect, warm lips against his and sensitive to the touch. erebus only begins to pull back before his neck could start to complain of soreness, but— he’s intrigued.
. . . he really is intrigued, eyes only for eleos but thoughts running miles a minute. his tongue flicks over his own lips now, noticing that there’s taste, his bonded’s taste, and— was it possible to taste more of him? he gods damned hoped so. ]
It’s like . . . Tasting. You. [ without smell mixing with it the way it usually does, no, he’s sort of. distinguishing. lips part to ask him something, before erebus decides that— he doesn’t need to ask. holding eleos’ face in place and craning down, erebus plants his mouth over his, perhaps a bit too sturdy, but gradually, the strain softens up. they’re loosely held, and to get more of the “taste”, is tongue presses nimbly across eleos’ lips, pulling back to savor the taste in his mouth and give him a face-flushed glance.
he almost wishes he cared enough to consider if he was doing it right, because either way he looked at it . . . It was good. ]
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Yeah...it is.
[He remains close, not pulling away.]
If only you weren't so tall, it's a little hard to kiss long on my toes.
[Yes he's too tall. not that he's too short]
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[ you know what, he has a better idea. with his thoughts in a heated swim to kiss (more, to feel more to lick more to taste more), that before he can adjust his height for them— he shepherds eleos into the cabin to hoist his mate up; his arms hook just under his bottom, lifting him until his nose was at the same level as his.
he’s forwarding, and in eleos’ case, backing up right onto furniture, with nets and produce getting shoved out of the way to sit his mate.
it smells like food in here, and luckily! the door’s hinges are weak. it swings shut behind them with the same momentum used to fling it open. ]
. . . An excuse.
[ eye to eye and eleos’ toes possibly hanging away to rest, erebus plants his hands on both sides of his seat, knocking his head to his, bumping shoulders— and breathing right over his lips. ]
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He makes a little squeak as he gets hoisted up, immediately wrapping his arms around him to make sure he doesn't fall off - leaving him incredibly close to him. Maybe he should glance back to where Erebus was leading him, but instead his eyes were on his mate. And as Erebus walks them, he wastes no time in peppering him with tiny kisses.
Then he feels his bottom get placed on some furniture, a chair or a box. He loosens his grip on Erebus, but doesn't let go. they are so close to each other. His heart races as he leans in and starts kissing him again, long and slow.
He tasted perfect. Even with their clumsy actions, it felt almost perfect. It's only after the kiss ends does he speak again, all while keeping close to him]
Tell me your plan.
[he knows Erebus has been plotting something. The expressions had been pretty clear on his face over the past week. And he's sure it's something more involved than run off and mate in the woods]
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erebus takes advantage of the gift of hands, and with some curiosity, slides them to eleos’ hips. his groin burns, especially with such proximity that he presses forward shameless to ease the longing for contact. he’s as much a virgin as eleos, but— dragons were not born with so much civility as they were with primal yearning, for freedom, respect, power or pleasure. they’d go for it when the moment was opportune. ]
Grow horns, scales and wings, [ he smiles, now with a little more clarity, with hope that was at arm’s length. ] and lay with me for the rest of your days.
[ it almost doesn’t sound like his words— because they’re not. they’re part of the ritual that intertwined with words before they did with blood, with action and fluids. ]
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It's only when Erebus starts speaking does he pause, surprised by the words. On some level, he knows what it means. It's been whispered in his dreams since the day he got the mark, even if his waking self wasn't aware of it.]
Wait...do you mean...become a dragon?
[Something inside him felt thrilled at the prospect, enough to make him suck in his breath. ]
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he has a feeling he knows the answer, his heart beating so loud he can hear it thump in his ears. but, he’s respectable and completely fastened onto the rules this process held. it wasn’t for anyone, and it was sacred. ]
Through Fafnir. [ the very one from his dreams. ] You’ll need to taste my blood.
[ his breathing stops— he’s holding it. ]
The choice is yours, and just yours. You only will if you want to.
[ he’s aware that . . . he’d be leaving a whole world behind. which is why he was, perhaps, always ready for plan b.
stay the way he was, scaleless, wingless and hornless— for him. ]
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...Ever since you gave me my name, I...I started realizing how fitting it was, even if it was a dragon name. And then I realized just...much I don't fit into a human village. It never...It never felt right.
[Maybe he was born human, but something inside him could tell he wasn't meant to stay one. It wasn't just to stay with Erebus, even if that was a strong enough reason. No...this ritual, just hearing it felt right.
Well, almost right, as he notes where they are. He reaches over to take hold of Erebus's hold]
Not here. There's caves not far north of here...that'd be better.
[More private, more space, more fitting for dragons]
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he didn’t seem to expect how much the name would shape his feelings— but similar happens to erebus on a different spectrum. his hands are held where they are, and while he hadn’t entirely planned on doing it all here,he’ll agree, easily, if that was the only thing he requested. his hands relinquish the fabric to flip up, palms exposed for eleos’ hands.
erebus keeps his smile, as soft as it is. he doesn’t doubt him! but. behind closed lips is taste of iron from the inside of his cheek. it’s been only a few heated moments, that he’s bitten himself to taint his kiss, and make it work like a spark to dry leaves. ]
We’ll see where it takes us.
[ he can’t promise they’d actually wait, once his blood is felt on opposite pairs, and it’s still overly tempting to kiss him again. placing eleos back down, proximity plagues them, even removing the problem of his mate having to stand on his toes. he holds him up with ease, his arm around him from the back and his other hand pressing them pelvis to pelvis.
gods he’s just that close, chest to chest, breath to breath and nose to nose.
it’s not long before his head dips sideways, and he nudges his face forward. ]
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He's glad when Erebus complies with his agreement. He gets picked up and...well, he doesn't see the harm in having one more kiss with him before they move out. He keeps it quick, noting the more metallic taste this time, but doesn't really think anything of it. Yet.]
Yeah, shouldn't be far, promise.
[He lets his feet drop down on the ground, leading Erebus out of the cabin and to the north. For the first minute, he keeps walking like nothing happened. But as that bit of blood slides down that throat, the power of it triggers and starts to spread. His steps slow and falter some. ]
H-Huh? When did it get so...hot...?
[The air temperature hasn't changed. Rather, it was the first stage of the ritual starting to take hold. He comes to a stop, his green eyes glazing over.]
I...I need...
[What did he need? He was still figuring it out. But maybe it had to do something with his shirt buttons that he was now undoing without thinking.]
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watches
he’s not complaining about shedding clothes, erebus would probably be the first to if he wasn’t . . . encouraged to keep them on. ]
Why’re taking yours off?
[ he’s been pulling at his tunic for HOURS ]
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