[ 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. ]
[ touching yourself was one thing, letting someone else do it for you was different: erebus’ hand slips over eleos’ to give him room over his cock, but monitoring— showing him what feels good and what could feel better in this body. before long, the hand moves away, back to eleos’ erection and mimicking anything that feels good. his bottom strains forward with the stroke, gliding across beautiful horns and husking out a surprised but pleased sort of laugh: ]
I-It is—
[ it’s great. it’s great, it’s great and he wants more, palm sliding down the length in his hand and tongue out to meet his lips. they press into them for a sloppy kiss, and from the cock he drags his hand to the other’s hips, fingers digging into the flesh of his ass and yanking him closer. he knocks into eleos’ and his own treatment, but contact, contact, all the contact he could have was electrifying, he didn’t care.
he kisses him, the smacks wet, hungry, thirsty and mad with lust. ]
[He feels a little shiver as Erebus slips his hand over his. He pays attention to the guiding, learning what felt good and what didn't. Momentarily, it has his full attention. He wanted to please his mate just as badly as he wanted his own pleasure. So he mimics the movements, making sure each touch is as pleasing as possible. He's a little clumsy since this is his first time, but he's already proving to be a quick study.
A quick study that's already getting feedback. He lets out a little moan as Erebus starts mimicking those actions on his own cock, his hips moving forward and his cock throbbing in Erebus's hand. It felt so good, making Eleos even more worked up before. Those sloppy kisses get sloppy and ravenous kisses in return. And the yank to make them closer, Eleos practically pounces into it. He presses up against Erebus, his erection rubbing up against his to make even more sparks.
Without thinking about it, he finds himself pushing Erebus back against the ground, so he can move to be on top of him, to get even more of that skin contact. His wings flare out behind them, growing in size and changing shape to be more bat-shaped. ]
[ he wished . . . he had his wings back, almost. erebus is wide eyed when pushed back, but doesn’t react negatively. no pushes or shoved against him, he’s caught looking at yellow feathered wings growing membranes, losing their mostly bird-like figure to a mix of dragon.
back against the ground and eleos straddling him regardless, erebus grows excited, hands on his mate’s hips and hungrily rising to explore where his wings begin. ]
They’re so you—
[ his hip rolls onto eleos from behind, holding himself up with his legs and using his thighs, his knees, as a support behind his bonded if he chose to sit up. ]
[As if spurred on by Erebus's touch, the wings continue to grow and change in shape. They're strengthening as well, adding muscle that the other pair had been lacking. When it was through, they'd be strong enough to fly and support his weight.
Feathers begin to molt, little yellow feathers fall off the wing and float gently to the ground. It'll take awhile before they're all gone and the new feathers can start to grow in, a few days at least, but the process is starting.
And like the horns, Erebus feeling the wings brings jolts of pleasure to Eleos. They're so new and sensitive. ]
They feel like me... [He murmurs, rubbing against Erebus's cheek as his hips move down to grind into Erebus's. He meant the words. With each change, he was realizing how uncomfortable he felt in his old skin. This whole process felt less like he was being altered, and more like he was revealing what he was supposed to be all along.
Little gasps and nips happen as his cock rubs against the other, sending a wave of pleasure through him. A little reptilian hiss accompanies the gasp without meaning to]
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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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I-It is—
[ it’s great. it’s great, it’s great and he wants more, palm sliding down the length in his hand and tongue out to meet his lips. they press into them for a sloppy kiss, and from the cock he drags his hand to the other’s hips, fingers digging into the flesh of his ass and yanking him closer. he knocks into eleos’ and his own treatment, but contact, contact, all the contact he could have was electrifying, he didn’t care.
he kisses him, the smacks wet, hungry, thirsty and mad with lust. ]
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A quick study that's already getting feedback. He lets out a little moan as Erebus starts mimicking those actions on his own cock, his hips moving forward and his cock throbbing in Erebus's hand. It felt so good, making Eleos even more worked up before. Those sloppy kisses get sloppy and ravenous kisses in return. And the yank to make them closer, Eleos practically pounces into it. He presses up against Erebus, his erection rubbing up against his to make even more sparks.
Without thinking about it, he finds himself pushing Erebus back against the ground, so he can move to be on top of him, to get even more of that skin contact. His wings flare out behind them, growing in size and changing shape to be more bat-shaped. ]
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back against the ground and eleos straddling him regardless, erebus grows excited, hands on his mate’s hips and hungrily rising to explore where his wings begin. ]
They’re so you—
[ his hip rolls onto eleos from behind, holding himself up with his legs and using his thighs, his knees, as a support behind his bonded if he chose to sit up. ]
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Feathers begin to molt, little yellow feathers fall off the wing and float gently to the ground. It'll take awhile before they're all gone and the new feathers can start to grow in, a few days at least, but the process is starting.
And like the horns, Erebus feeling the wings brings jolts of pleasure to Eleos. They're so new and sensitive. ]
They feel like me... [He murmurs, rubbing against Erebus's cheek as his hips move down to grind into Erebus's. He meant the words. With each change, he was realizing how uncomfortable he felt in his old skin. This whole process felt less like he was being altered, and more like he was revealing what he was supposed to be all along.
Little gasps and nips happen as his cock rubs against the other, sending a wave of pleasure through him. A little reptilian hiss accompanies the gasp without meaning to]