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. ]
[He answers as he continues to pull at the shirt. While he's had moments of lust in the past, this? Was on a completely different level. His body felt like it was burning up from the desire.
Erebus's little touches? Only spurred the feeling on further. By each passing second, he was losing his ability to think straight in favor of following what the heat was compelling him to do. He kept trying to take steps towards the cave system, knowing it was important to get privacy, but it was getting harder and harder to walk.
That wasn't the only thing getting harder and harder either. There was a bugle quickly forming in Eleos's pants. A bulge that kept getting bigger until it was more tenting. As the erection formed, the heat intensified there. It was such an intense heat he could barely notice the two points of pressure that were building on his head, waiting for right moment. Increasingly all he could think about was getting touch, getting relief, mating...
The cave comes into view before Eleos loses his last shred of resistance towards the heat. His shirt is half off and hanging loosely on his torso and he's panting from the heat. He stops in his steps and leans back to rub his body against Erenbus. His hands pull down his pants, letting his very erect cock spill out and immediately starts stroking himself partly in a vain attempt to give himself relief, and partly to present himself to his mate.]
[ a few more steps and the occasional passerby is seen no more. traders and wanderers are scarce with more trees filling the roadside and canopies blocking out the sun. erebus’ brows knot with puzzlement, mouth parting to voice his mild distaste when i’ve been wearing clothes because i had to this whole time and now you just go shedding them first???
but, that is what he’s faced with instead. an indignant body being exposed, gears in his head clicking into each other and making sense of more than one point. honestly, this sort of privacy (nonexistent if he’s going to do something right here right now) would definitely be accepted as privacy in the first place.
he’s never taken the time to see a human body like this, and he can’t say he’s . . . initially aroused by the sight, but. clothes = off = intimacy = mating rituals. it all makes sense.
he’s curious, foremost, watching the flush on eleos’ face burn like fire and his voice whine with plea. he steps up, hands cupping the other young man’s face to pull close to his— big hands, broad shoulder that tower over him, and a body that edges so close to the tip of his mate’s dick that fabric brushes right up against it. ]
You want me. [ that in itself alone already brings erebus a step higher from his own desired mindset. they’re doing this. they’re making this happen. ] Say that.
[Eleos is a little preoccupied by this newfound heat to really think of the potential hypocrisy here Erebus! In fact this was far from the behavior that Eleos normally exhibited when it came to things like this. He was good about wearing modest clothing, being reserved in his touches- just like his village had raised him to be. A demi-human had no chance of marriage prospects, nor was he allowed to do anything that'd "taint" others.
But those lessons from his old life stood no chance against the ritual magic meant to start his new one. It was meant to be a safeguard, no one could transform into a dragon without a true dragon's approval. Not only that, but it helped strip away some human "sensibilities", brought them closer to part of their primal nature. Enough time in this heat, and even the most pious holy man would be naked and begging to be fucked.
Eleos was quickly discovering the extent of it. Stroking himself wasn't helping, if anything it made the burning ache all the more worse. He needed to be touched, to be stroked - but it wasn't something he could do himself. Only when Erebus's hands cup his face did his body realize what he truly needed.
His mate, the one he shared a bond with, the one that had his blood flowing in him. He looks up at Erebus. His eyes still have the warmth and recognition they always have, but they're still glazed over with lust. Close to the looks he gave during their kisses, but even more potent than before. He whimpers at his cock brushing up against the fabric, but the ritual's magic stops him from thrusting his hips forward. Erebus needed to allow it.]
I want you.
[The words come so easily to him, even in this state. On the corners of his temples, two bumps were starting to emerge. ]
I'll grow horns, scales and wings...I'll lay with you the rest of our days...
[The words weren't entirely his own, but rather part of the ritual. Words that been whispered to him nightly in dreams were coming to his surface. He rubs his face in the hands that were holding him, briefly flaring his wings in an unconscious manner.]
[ to smell you, to wake with you, to sleep with you, to fuck you, to eat with you, to fly with you. he repeats every vow out loud, twice, three times, softly like a mantra, words between breaths of hot air puffed onto skin he’s brazenly rubbing his face against. smearing skin against skin, the curve of his neck to his collar bone, tasting the salt of sweat and the boldly call of heat. his mouth hangs open as he drags his teeth and tongue, arms lifting eleos like he had in the cabin.
his mate’s dick is pressed against his belly, still fabric covered, miraculously, while his on erection begins to poke from his pants, just underneath eleos— erebus grinds onto his in a cloying (and experimenting) roll of his hips. how his groin burned only intensifies wondrously to friction, sucking in a surprised gasp. ]
[There's a sensation of euphoria that runs through Eleos when Erebus speaks those vows. Both from his own feelings - the feelings of joy of having his bonded accept him, hearing someone he cares for so much say those words - as well as a feeling from the ritual magic flowing in his veins. With those vows and those touches to his body, the locks on the magic begin to unravel.
The lock stopping him from initiating contact, for example, evaporates. With a strong neediness, he leans in to start rubbing himself against him in turn, kissing every bit of skin his lips can come near. ]
That long? [It was longer than him, certainly. he had been by his side then, but he hadn't fully comprehended what that could mean.] You have me now, you have all of me.
[He lets out little gasps as Erebus tries grinding against him. He too rubs against him, enjoying the feeling of his cock pressing up against his stomach. Not only that, but feeling what had to be Erebus's length grinding into his underside, his breath keeps hitching in surprise, not sure what to expect.
All the while, the bumps on his temples start to grow taller, until it's clear that's not just skin anymore but bone. His horns were starting to grow in. Though still small in size, he finds himself compelled to tilt his head so his nuzzling includes bumping those horns into his mate. ]
[ knocking heads, because of horns, is what made it feel like a full bodied buzz during arousal, that started from the skull and ended with their toes. each crack, each rub against them encourages a coat of tingling heat to grow across their limbs and right back to its source.
it’s by far pleasurable, and on one hand— erebus was mildly disappointed when he didn’t feel it. eleos would, at least, and his bonded would take part in the shared pleasures he’d never have as a dragon anyway. it’s a win-win, no matter how you look at it.
except, their clothes. the man snarls a deep hiss, now with sharp distaste when he grinds once more and fabric twists in the way. it denies him the pleasure! it cuts off his flow and leaves him with no choice but to put eleos down wherever it was that they stood. he tears and jerks at his tunic and pants until he’s free of them, his erection having yet to be in full but rising to get there. ]
Get these off— [ he says hurriedly, and shows no less mercy to the rest of what eleos wore. it had to be gone and he didn’t care if he was ruining them. ]
[He hadn't been expecting his body to react so strongly to the bumping his horns. He makes a surprised gasp the first time it runs through. It suddenly made sense why Erebus had kept trying to do that to him. Like a current of electricity, it runs through him, hyping his heat anymore while still feeling good.
He keeps rubbing his head, trying to continue that buzz. His horns continue to grow in as he does so. They stay thin and willowy, like strong branches of a tree.
That head rubbing is interrupted when Erebus has to put him down. He blinks, a little confused, only to watch Erebus tear off his clothing. Maybe normally he would've stopped him, chided him.
But in the midst of this heat? Eleos could only get excited by the exposure of his mate's body. He had seen Erebus naked before of course, back when he first came to the village. But it was so different now - they were different. Erebus was now healthier, and they were mates instead of separated. Instead of covering him up, he wanted to explore and kiss every inch of his body.
Which is just what he sets off to do as Erebus starts to work on his clothes. He manages to step out of his own pants, which had already been down, but he doesn't do a thing to save his shirt. It gets ripped apart by Erebus, falling to the ground in ease. Eleos doesn't make a fuss, instead closing the difference to reach out and stroke that rising erection. ]
You look incredible in any form.. [he breathes out, in awe.]
[ there. they’re finally free. like literally free. absently, erebus places his hand over his softened dick and touches himself, first only with pressured rubs from his palm until he feels it needs more. his entire hand experiments, and in this case— being human isn’t so bad. there’re far more ways to satiate oneself, to have your partner, and he plans to play with ever single one that comes to mind.
coming over to kneel in front of eleos, his free hand brushes past his hair and to his thin horns, gentle like feathers. they get excruciatingly sensitive when one is aroused. they’re beautiful, he finds them, trailing up their crooked branch-like paths. ]
I think these, [ a gesture to his growing horns, as his fleeting fingers begin to apply pressure to their ups and downs. erebus knocks his forehead in eleos and takes hold of the horn now, keeping them head-to-head and doing what he would’ve liked done on his own horns. ] are better.
[His eyes widen as Erebus starts to touch himself. He watches him, completely mesmerized. Obediently he kneels down on the ground with him, not caring at all that he was completely naked in the forest not far from the village. All that mattered was his mate in front of him.
Which...he couldn't just sit idly by and watch him feel himself. So he reaches out his own hand towards Erebus's cock, scooting closer as he does so. His fingers brush against the tip tentatively. He's never really handled a cock that wasn't his own before, so he's still figuring out what to do, but boy does he want to try.
But as he does that, Erebus starts playing with his horns. For pieces of bone, they were so sensitive. Eleos lets out little moans and keeps his head close to Erebus's, getting so simulated from what he was doing to his horns that precum starts dripping from his hard cock. ]
A-Ah...t-they're so sensitive...
[He's making no sign of pulling away from his mate's hold. Rather, the horns continue to grow under Erebus's fingers, slowing as they reach eight inches long, twisting and becoming branch like. His eyes keep fluttering open and shut. They still have that glazed look from the heat, becomes more apparent that his pupils are changing and becoming slit-like. ]
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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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[He answers as he continues to pull at the shirt. While he's had moments of lust in the past, this? Was on a completely different level. His body felt like it was burning up from the desire.
Erebus's little touches? Only spurred the feeling on further. By each passing second, he was losing his ability to think straight in favor of following what the heat was compelling him to do. He kept trying to take steps towards the cave system, knowing it was important to get privacy, but it was getting harder and harder to walk.
That wasn't the only thing getting harder and harder either. There was a bugle quickly forming in Eleos's pants. A bulge that kept getting bigger until it was more tenting. As the erection formed, the heat intensified there. It was such an intense heat he could barely notice the two points of pressure that were building on his head, waiting for right moment. Increasingly all he could think about was getting touch, getting relief, mating...
The cave comes into view before Eleos loses his last shred of resistance towards the heat. His shirt is half off and hanging loosely on his torso and he's panting from the heat. He stops in his steps and leans back to rub his body against Erenbus. His hands pull down his pants, letting his very erect cock spill out and immediately starts stroking himself partly in a vain attempt to give himself relief, and partly to present himself to his mate.]
E-Erebus...
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but, that is what he’s faced with instead. an indignant body being exposed, gears in his head clicking into each other and making sense of more than one point. honestly, this sort of privacy (nonexistent if he’s going to do something right here right now) would definitely be accepted as privacy in the first place.
he’s never taken the time to see a human body like this, and he can’t say he’s . . . initially aroused by the sight, but. clothes = off = intimacy = mating rituals. it all makes sense.
he’s curious, foremost, watching the flush on eleos’ face burn like fire and his voice whine with plea. he steps up, hands cupping the other young man’s face to pull close to his— big hands, broad shoulder that tower over him, and a body that edges so close to the tip of his mate’s dick that fabric brushes right up against it. ]
You want me. [ that in itself alone already brings erebus a step higher from his own desired mindset. they’re doing this. they’re making this happen. ] Say that.
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But those lessons from his old life stood no chance against the ritual magic meant to start his new one. It was meant to be a safeguard, no one could transform into a dragon without a true dragon's approval. Not only that, but it helped strip away some human "sensibilities", brought them closer to part of their primal nature. Enough time in this heat, and even the most pious holy man would be naked and begging to be fucked.
Eleos was quickly discovering the extent of it. Stroking himself wasn't helping, if anything it made the burning ache all the more worse. He needed to be touched, to be stroked - but it wasn't something he could do himself. Only when Erebus's hands cup his face did his body realize what he truly needed.
His mate, the one he shared a bond with, the one that had his blood flowing in him. He looks up at Erebus. His eyes still have the warmth and recognition they always have, but they're still glazed over with lust. Close to the looks he gave during their kisses, but even more potent than before. He whimpers at his cock brushing up against the fabric, but the ritual's magic stops him from thrusting his hips forward. Erebus needed to allow it.]
I want you.
[The words come so easily to him, even in this state. On the corners of his temples, two bumps were starting to emerge. ]
I'll grow horns, scales and wings...I'll lay with you the rest of our days...
[The words weren't entirely his own, but rather part of the ritual. Words that been whispered to him nightly in dreams were coming to his surface. He rubs his face in the hands that were holding him, briefly flaring his wings in an unconscious manner.]
I want to be your mate.
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[ to smell you, to wake with you, to sleep with you, to fuck you, to eat with you, to fly with you. he repeats every vow out loud, twice, three times, softly like a mantra, words between breaths of hot air puffed onto skin he’s brazenly rubbing his face against. smearing skin against skin, the curve of his neck to his collar bone, tasting the salt of sweat and the boldly call of heat. his mouth hangs open as he drags his teeth and tongue, arms lifting eleos like he had in the cabin.
his mate’s dick is pressed against his belly, still fabric covered, miraculously, while his on erection begins to poke from his pants, just underneath eleos— erebus grinds onto his in a cloying (and experimenting) roll of his hips. how his groin burned only intensifies wondrously to friction, sucking in a surprised gasp. ]
I’ve wanted you since we crossed the waters.
[ and now, it’s time to confess. ]
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The lock stopping him from initiating contact, for example, evaporates. With a strong neediness, he leans in to start rubbing himself against him in turn, kissing every bit of skin his lips can come near. ]
That long? [It was longer than him, certainly. he had been by his side then, but he hadn't fully comprehended what that could mean.] You have me now, you have all of me.
[He lets out little gasps as Erebus tries grinding against him. He too rubs against him, enjoying the feeling of his cock pressing up against his stomach. Not only that, but feeling what had to be Erebus's length grinding into his underside, his breath keeps hitching in surprise, not sure what to expect.
All the while, the bumps on his temples start to grow taller, until it's clear that's not just skin anymore but bone. His horns were starting to grow in. Though still small in size, he finds himself compelled to tilt his head so his nuzzling includes bumping those horns into his mate. ]
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it’s by far pleasurable, and on one hand— erebus was mildly disappointed when he didn’t feel it. eleos would, at least, and his bonded would take part in the shared pleasures he’d never have as a dragon anyway. it’s a win-win, no matter how you look at it.
except, their clothes. the man snarls a deep hiss, now with sharp distaste when he grinds once more and fabric twists in the way. it denies him the pleasure! it cuts off his flow and leaves him with no choice but to put eleos down wherever it was that they stood. he tears and jerks at his tunic and pants until he’s free of them, his erection having yet to be in full but rising to get there. ]
Get these off— [ he says hurriedly, and shows no less mercy to the rest of what eleos wore. it had to be gone and he didn’t care if he was ruining them. ]
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He keeps rubbing his head, trying to continue that buzz. His horns continue to grow in as he does so. They stay thin and willowy, like strong branches of a tree.
That head rubbing is interrupted when Erebus has to put him down. He blinks, a little confused, only to watch Erebus tear off his clothing. Maybe normally he would've stopped him, chided him.
But in the midst of this heat? Eleos could only get excited by the exposure of his mate's body. He had seen Erebus naked before of course, back when he first came to the village. But it was so different now - they were different. Erebus was now healthier, and they were mates instead of separated. Instead of covering him up, he wanted to explore and kiss every inch of his body.
Which is just what he sets off to do as Erebus starts to work on his clothes. He manages to step out of his own pants, which had already been down, but he doesn't do a thing to save his shirt. It gets ripped apart by Erebus, falling to the ground in ease. Eleos doesn't make a fuss, instead closing the difference to reach out and stroke that rising erection. ]
You look incredible in any form.. [he breathes out, in awe.]
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coming over to kneel in front of eleos, his free hand brushes past his hair and to his thin horns, gentle like feathers. they get excruciatingly sensitive when one is aroused. they’re beautiful, he finds them, trailing up their crooked branch-like paths. ]
I think these, [ a gesture to his growing horns, as his fleeting fingers begin to apply pressure to their ups and downs. erebus knocks his forehead in eleos and takes hold of the horn now, keeping them head-to-head and doing what he would’ve liked done on his own horns. ] are better.
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Which...he couldn't just sit idly by and watch him feel himself. So he reaches out his own hand towards Erebus's cock, scooting closer as he does so. His fingers brush against the tip tentatively. He's never really handled a cock that wasn't his own before, so he's still figuring out what to do, but boy does he want to try.
But as he does that, Erebus starts playing with his horns. For pieces of bone, they were so sensitive. Eleos lets out little moans and keeps his head close to Erebus's, getting so simulated from what he was doing to his horns that precum starts dripping from his hard cock. ]
A-Ah...t-they're so sensitive...
[He's making no sign of pulling away from his mate's hold. Rather, the horns continue to grow under Erebus's fingers, slowing as they reach eight inches long, twisting and becoming branch like. His eyes keep fluttering open and shut. They still have that glazed look from the heat, becomes more apparent that his pupils are changing and becoming slit-like. ]
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