[This place was bigger and more of a labyrinth than Elliot had been expecting. Sure, it was cramp- almost like climbing through a vent - but boy did it go on awhile. Did Eren really dig this all himself? That was crazy to think about.
Elliot probably would've gotten very lost if it wasn't for the Bond, acting like a radar to tell him when he was getting closer or not. He's gotten a lot more used to the Bond in the past month. It didn't overwhelm him anymore unless he let it. A good thing too, the closer he got, the clearer it got how much pain Eren was in. He'd probably be tempted to curl up into the fetal position himself if he didn't block the emotions from influencing him.
It still takes awhile to reach him, thanks to Elliot having to move slowly to avoid getting cut on anything. His attempts aren't entirely successful. By the time he reaches Eren's actual den, his clothes were torn in a couple places and there was a couple nicks on his hands.
But he's not too concerned about those right now. Instead, his focus becomes entirely on Eren when he sees his Bonded. Eren looks miserable, he must be suffering a lot. He carefully moves over to him, reaching out to touch his cheek]
[ it’s kind of like dragon pms. eren has a lot more scales than he does flesh now, the only thing a lighter color against dark is the middle of his face and dragging down a bit of a central line under his jaw. the rest is a dull shade, including his fingertips and toe tips— fully clawed and dipped in pitch black discolor. they all had to grow in, a sign made clear where his pants have torn in an attempt to claw for the new scale’s free space. lining his back are almost needlelike protrusions, bone that forces down to his spine the way the ears of a dog would flatten against its skull.
don’t worry, he’s— pretty good at not looking miserable per se, just tired and strained at most. huffy, even. this was not suffering in his book.
(plenty huffy)
eyes are on elliot, and his tongue flicks out to taste his hand first, and for a second— a bit of his spikes, fins, whatever they were, shift as the color of his joints do, and . . . he’s shifting away, laying low in a crouch but approaching him like a would a little mouse at a dead end. there’s intent. not one to hurt, but.
[Sure the remains and scattered blades were a little off-putting, but compared to living in a small windmill with Fie and Machias for a month...this den felt like more than enough room.
He does know the drill. He's seen that look in his eyes, and what that color in his scales mean. And even if he didn't, the feelings from the bond made it abundantly clear. Eren was still in heat, and the pain from the full moon transformation was not enough to deter him.
That was fine by Elliot. He came prepared this time. He slips the bag of supplies off his shoulders, setting it next to him]
Haha... a dragon lair's not complete without a princess, right? [He'll smile. He takes in Eren's new form and doesn't feel afraid.] I'm not exactly one, but I'm happy to fill the role this full moon.
[ the mythology that dragons usually take princesses goes over eren’s head like one of those slip n’ slides. his eyes squint a little in this dark, as if trying to make sense of that before throwing it away, unwilling to give it a moment’s extra thought.
the way he moves is oddly fluid, and if he had a tail (maybe one day), it’d be curling around elliot’s feet the way his body spirals to breath on him, taste him the most. ]
I don’t need a princess. [ it was so. fantasy driven. he’s nothing when it came to royalty and he could never see himself agreeing to it anyway. his words come with a deep growl, and slowly, his head bobs. up, down, up, down, with his claws riding from the other’s collarbone to the softness of his neck. ] And I don’t want one either.
[He lets Eren climb on him, taking note of the differences in Eren's movements. But Eren's words make him pout.]
Awwww, but I spent days coming up with princess lines and puns. [This is not an exaggeration. He really did. This is what you get for bonding with a nerd. Eren was on him now, and he could feel those claws on him, but-] Wait, do they not have dragon fairy tales in Paradis?
[ . . . thinking that he actually tried to plan that out is cute in a childish way as it is inherently worse. lord if it weren’t heat season his boner might’ve died a little. mood killer, elliot!!!! mood killer!!!! ]
None.
[ getting into what kinds of stories there actually were was sufferable and long, and he’s— not entirely in the mood for it. there’s a part of him that wants to dig his claws, just a little. but his black fingers tremble as he curls them back to his palm, only grazing where elliot’s blood runs thick. he hisses as his limbs retreat, and on elliot, he wasn’t. he’s scraping around him.
don’t worry. connie made a pun once, about his house on fire in shinganshina. eren just stared off. ]
[Oh my goddess Eren pull that stick out of your ass sometime.
He sighs, well that explains that. There's no point in offering to explain. Eren had limited patience for conversation when he wasn't dealing with full moon issues. ]
Aw man...
[He shifts a little awkwardly, feeling embarrassed because he already screwed this up.]
Couple weeks now, I guess...? N-Not just the lines, but thinking of precautions and other stuff... [Because you know, shockingly, sleeping with a dragon is possibly dangerous.] I just...
[Might as well say it]
I know you're in a lot of pain today. No one should suffer through that much alone, but I didn't see you admitting to wanting company, so ... I decided to come on my own.
[ sweet summer child, eren hasn’t run off yet! he could’ve! but there he is, crawling around elliot and rubbing, rubbing, bumping him— like some weird cat. he could smell your nerves and there is only one answer here.
he was not meaning to judge him, only derail him. ]
I liked that part.
[ truth be told, eren finds himself more in need of being around others than alone— it’s just nights like these that he isolates like any animal would. he was vulnerable and testy and honestly he’d fuck. he’d fuck a lot.
but his words leave a hanger that almost asks: what else did you prepare?, and that intensifies when eren almost slithers above his height and stares, curiosity, restlessness, everything in a single dilated package of eyes (just no more princesses) ]
[Those words with Eren's continued...well...sorta cuddling? Makes him relax. Eren liked that he came. He hadn't made a big mistake even if he'd stumbled a little. He'll reach out his hand to essentially pet along his scales as he keeps crawling around him.]
Good.
[He lifts back his head to stare back into those dilated eyes. He can pick up the curiosity, the restlessness through the bond and through his body language. It's easy to tell what's on the dragon's mind. So Elliot will undo the top buttons of his shirt, revealing a metal necklace shaped like a scale.]
Fireproof charm. [He looks over at the bag to point it out] Lube spells, healing spells, water spells if you set something on fire, food for myself, extra clothes, a harmonica if you need music- [Because he really likes you Eren, but not enough to bring a violin into this place] - And one other surprise.
[He'll get to that one in a bit.]
I don't hold lessons during full moons, so... [a beat, the follow-up he had come up with before was a princess line. Crap think fast] ... I'll be here as long as you want.
[ if anything, he’d want elliot around if he were there. the real deal, no playthings.now to see what kind of fire resistance he was dealing with— eren’s fingertips gently snag the scale charm, and breathes out over his chest. there’s no fire, but there’s a slow, escalating heat. ]
Okay, I got it. No princess remarks. It's not like I packed a dress...
[He wasn't THAT committed to the princess stuff, promise. But he doesn't sound upset either, and there's a clear smile on his face.
Were it not for the charm, the escalating heat would probably start to get uncomfortable. But for Elliot, it feels like a warm gust of air on a cold day. Pleasant.]
[ he wouldn’t mind seeing you in a dress, on the other hand. but maybe that can be something said at another time.
and what if the exhales become small, small embers? they flutter off of eren’s lips like water, bouncing onto clothes, fabric, and bringing himself far lower than he had been— at elliot’s belly, claws sinking just enough into the sides of his shirt to poke holes. ]
[He sucks in his breath as embers start to flutter out. Even if he had confidence in the spell, there's a bit of him worried. The embers that land on his clothes singe the fabric some- causing it to smoke and darken. The ones that land on skin however, do nothing of the sort. They glow against his skin for a moment before dying out, giving Elliot feelings of warmth.
Elliot breathes out in relief. The charm had worked. Sure, this was confirmation that this outfit was not going to survive the next five minutes - but that's why he had packed a spare. ]
...Looks like clothes aren't protected, but I'm fine.
[His hands reach down now for Eren's horns, rubbing them slowly and sensually.]
Good thing I'm not attached to this outfit. [in other words, don't hold back. Burn and claw away]
[ the inhale that eren builds is from the apex of his chest, deep and full in a way that’s clear he isn’t simply breathing. the musculature that has changed in him is at its most visible here, when he flexes the flesh that layers his ribs and deflate the sac that has grown behind his lungs. the exhale brings another stream of flames, steady to better set the fire to fabric and give it strength to spread on its own.
it gives him space, of course, to now drag his tongue up the other’s navel, his claws sinking (though not breaking) into his skin and dragging down to leave lines, up until they hook onto the hems of elliot’s slacks.
attention to his horns get approval, and almost lazily, eren’s eyes slide shut, membrane first, then lids. ]
[Here it was, the real moment of truth. There's an impulse to close his eyes and brace for the flames, but he forces himself to keep his eyes open so he can watch. The flexing of Eren's chest muscles catches Elliot's attention. Curious, but before he could form any thoughts on it past that, the flames came out. They spilled out over him, the flames that landed on clothing ignited the clothing into flames, burning away and revealing the skin underneath.
The flames that reached his skin, however, was a different matter. Flames licked his skin safely, not leaving a single mark. What caught Elliot off guard however, was how good and arousing it felt. What should've felt painful, with the charm felt more like a lovers warm kiss or touch. That paired with Eren touching him with tongue and claws leaves him moaning, arcing his back into it.
Well. That explains why they kept emphasizing using it with friendly fire. He breathes out]
Holy crap Eren...
[Definitely felt better than he was expecting. His pants had caught onto some fire, so already they are loose and easy to tear off. He hadn't bothered to wear underwear, knowing there was no point tonight.
Collecting himself, he focuses on readying Eren for a surprise in return. His fingers keep moving around the horns- not just to give Eren pleasure, but with purpose. He needed a clear physical example to get this right. The texture, the shape, the weight....alright, he just had to remember that.
But for now, it was time to help with whatever clothing still remained on his Bonded in return. The fire that still lingered on his clothing, he'll bring his hand over to it and will it into his hand. Adding a little magical juice to brighten the flames, he'll bring them over to ignite Eren's clothing.]
[ he doesn’t have a shirt to start, not when he’d just ruin them with his spine— and what little covered his legs were already carelessly torn from trying to drag flesh out of the way of his new scales. there’s not much to even remove when remains would probably get pulled off or out of the way (that’s just how bad it is). he doesn’t care what happens with it, fire away.
eren doesn’t skip a beat to watch or wait, though, he’s entranced into feeding the hunger that bore a hole into him, almost. the shuffle has his yanking down the tattered, scorched pants down to wherever they broke, rough and urgent enough to leave them where they are (the knees, the thighs, higher up but not so much to leave him unexposed). that’s all they really needed.
with his bonded’s length out, soft, growing, however it was, eren was there to stimulate it into thickness. starting with a breath of sparking embers that travel from the base up, to following the path made with his tongue. his teeth stay clear from enveloping him, but the fingers holding him up tease him. prick into him, slide up, down— his other hand, against the soft flesh of elliot’s pelvis, is etched into with a little more force the more his horns are pleasured. ]
[Even if Eren's clothes were few and already in tatters, it excited Elliot to see them burn away- revealing his body in full. Eren had more scales than skin now. It was a monstrous look, but Elliot found it no less stunning and attractive than he found Eren the rest of the month - albeit for different reasons he hadn't fully thought through. Deep introspection had no place on nights like this.
His length had been soft and slowly starting to grow. Eren was about to expedite that process. Between the embers, the tongue, and the fingers- it springs into life as blood rushes in, hardening and engorging it. It doesn't happen quietly, Elliot's letting out moans and gasps throughout. He'd be hard pressed to pick a favorite. The embers brought heat, pricks of pleasure that hit all over at the same time. The tongue was also warm, and hit spots a human tongue would struggle with. And the clawed fingers...gentle enough that they wouldn't hurt, but they gave a pointed pressure to their pricks and strokes. The claws on his pelvis were already making their marks.
None of this was something a human could do easily, that much he knew. But he wasn't about to just lay down and let Eren do everything. He moves his leg so it's between Eren's, bending his knee so his thigh starts pressing up against Eren's balls and length. His hands move from his horns to running along the spikes on Eren's spine - seeing if they're as sensitive as the horns. The horns won't be forgotten though. Elliot tilts his head down, his lips wrapping around the horn's point and begins sucking on it the same way he would with a cock.]
[ he has to keep his head curled down quite a bit to allow the continuous suction to his horns. it wasn’t like skin, like flesh, he was unable to feel the heat and moisture of a tongue playing it the way it would with his arousal (being pressed and pushed, and eren has to shift to accommodate the weight into pleasurable grinds).
nevertheless, he feels it— differently. it isn’t nothing. his spikes are thick and protective, a thermometer to emotion as much as the hues of his scales. they move when eren breathes out a sound that scrapes his throat, a drumming growl that stretches far, enjoying the misty heat. it’s almost suffocating, he has to breathe harder, quicker as instinct is given means to soar a little higher.
eren wants to do so, so much that could in fact hurt his current partner when the intention to was nonexistent. his claws beg to burry, his mouth feels too loose— he wants to bite and exert his energy, the pressure that his season yearns for and the can’t aspect is almost frustrating. tantalizing. ]
Fuck, [ he mutters in a snap, teeth knocking together as he brings his tongue back in a near slither behind his fangs. when he goes down again, roughness rises in his movements. eren licks elliot from base to tip, moves his hand into a heavy stroke at the same time, and carries himself upwards. up, up, where his chest gains more wetness, where he can taste and suck on him until he’s on his collarbone.
his hands reach down to slide from his entrance to his perineum, and even there he shudders and hisses with annoyance. he has claws, and his inability to do anything without harm makes his whole body tremor. ] fuck!
[ he needs help, and thinking straight isn’t much a thing when you’re high on one thought alone. ]
[It's easy to pick up on his partner's growing frustration, through both the bonds and the guy's actions. He clearly doesn't want to hurt Elliot, but the monster in him is making that harder. Part of Elliot wishes he could let him go for it, but he knew his own human body had limits. He hadn't perfected the proper protection or healing spells required to let a dragon go completely to town on him. Maybe another day.
So instead, the answer is to take charge and help him out. His hands move back to the other's shoulders, pushing him back until he's up in a sitting position. Unlike Eren, he keeps his voice calming. ]
Shh...it's okay...
[He moves himself to straddle him, leaning close so Eren can keep sucking on that collarbone if he wishes. It's fine if he gets bite marks there, it's a simple enough heal.
His hand will reach down to take a gentle hold of Eren's cock, fingers massaging the balls. Humming a little spell, his fingers start to lube Eren's length as they move up and down the shaft.]
Tell me what you want to do. We'll figure something out, I won't run.
[He was here for Eren. He can't let this guy do anything that'll break something he can't heal, but he's well aware of what he signed up for when he entered this burrow]
[ eren sits, hunched as the tip of his horns graze the compact dirt ceiling above them when too erect. his flesh was so fragile near the bone, he needed somewhere with more cling, more meat. the delicate curve up the neck would do, and there the part dragon burrows his frustrations, his spines flattening as a dog’s ears would (and perhaps, the pointed tips of his own ears, long enough to pull when the muscle around his features do).
his mouth is half open as he speaks, wet with saliva as much as words, his palms grasping and searching along the small of elliot’s back, his ass once he sits, enough to want to spread them and take either side by the handful. distracting, the pleasure is distracting in a better away, especially the moment his bonded leaves behind a trail of slickness across him. he’s lit, he’s hard, he’s needing and dribbling the earliest spot of precum between the other’s digits.
it makes the gruff, glazed words finally come out: ]
Get inside you, but I’ll [ he swallows, dry and heavy for a mouth that was plenty salivating ] hurt you.
[ which ever way he tried to do it, whether it was to prep him first or none at all— the latter, a possibility, but he’s too impatient and in heat to risk doing it safely. ]
[The neck it was. Elliot is momentarily distracted, feeling that salivating mouth against his neck and those clawed hands on his ass. He sucks in his breath, once again real tempted to just throw caution to the wind and let him go at it. But ah, right. He would quickly regret that. Precaution was a friend that would keep him from spending this evening in the Coven's medical ward.]
I'll make sure you won't, don't worry. [He takes note on his spines and ears flattening. It was strange and yet somehow cute in its own way.
Right, focus. When Eren's cock is properly lubricated, he'll glance around before moving a hand to grab for that bag of his. It was warm from the flames, but thankfully the flameproofing was true advertising. He digs around in there, before he feels a potion vial. He pulls it out, looking at the label. If Eren's in any state of mind to read it, it looks like some kind of size-prepping potion from the red-light district.] Good, right one...
[Popping the vial's cap open, he'll take a swig before dropping it back in the bag. It doesn't taste too bad, a little like cherries. The weirder part came from the feeling the potion's spell did on his rear, the flesh warming becoming more pliable, lubricated. Were he not currently straddling a dragon in heat, he'd probably feel a little more anxious about it. But well...this really wasn't the time for nerves]
Okay, here goes...
[He moves a hand back to Eren's cock, holding it straight as Elliot moves his body until his entrance presses up against the head. He swallows, and begins slowly lowering himself onto the cock. It's a tight fit, but not painfully so thanks to the potion. He still has to pause sometime, getting used to the feeling of being so...full]
Aidios... [Right, okay. With it in far enough in not to need his hands anymore, he moves them to steady himself. One hand goes for his waist while the other leans against the burrow wall over his shoulder. Elliot's own length presses up against Eren's stomach, hard and wanting]
I'll take lead this round.
[That way, it'll clear Eren's worries of how rough he can go. He says it with confidence, so different than he was just a month ago when he was just an overwhelmed virgin. He's adapted quickly to this life.]
[ eren doesn’t . . . truly think to go to more erotic places and neither he know of their existence, but it’s a good thing that someone did (he wouldn’t know where to even start for one, and almost feel like he was in some sort of torture chamber).
he’s too tense to sit back, and not because he was nervous— eren was focused in fact, burning air slipping in and out between his fangs and harder suckles up the other’s jugular. he offers a nod, simple and short lived while allowing elliot to settle on him. oh, his hips, lord his hips. they almost have a mind of their own as they shuffle underneath his baring weight, the ring of his bonded’s entrance grasping him into a sinking ardor. he felt his walls, felt him inside, enough for eren’s thickness to twinge and for his whole to shiver. ]
Ah—
[ the grunt that escalates from him is dire, vibrating as his tongue swirls and his teeth snap into each other. elliot’s in control, that’s good, that’s inciting. that’s— really hard to control. eren pushes the other down onto him after a moment, not suddenly, but wanting like a man thirsting for a drink in the desert. when he does, when ends meet ends, eren shuts his eyes, dips his horns back against the wall behind them in a sideways sway, and bucks up.
he’s not in the position of control, he can’t do too much unless his partner allows it. but he is active one way or another. he wants and he wants and sitting still would be the opposite of expression when it was so loud. ]
[ Sorry did you say Eren needs a field trip to the sex shops because that's the message I got from that sentence.
He can feel how wanting Eren is, and yet still willing to comply with whose in lead. Good. He didn't want to leave him hanging for long, so he only takes a moment to get the angle adjusted before he starts rising up against that hold on him, only to thrust himself back down. He repeats that, his pace picking up into something quick, rough - something to please a dragon deep in heat. Not that he's not enjoying it himself, he is. he makes his own sounds whenever that spot within him gets hit, or at the feeling of his erection rubbing against the contrasting smooth skin and edged scales.
Seeing an opening, he'll lean forward and start kissing and sucking on Eren's neck in return- teeth scrape against the scales and bits of skin between. He's already got a prominent mark on his jugular from Eren's work, he might be looking to return the favor. ]
with every drive down comes eren in a surge up to meet him. curses dance across his lips and husky exhales, what sing sweetly into more, hell more until his frame squirms, toes curl as his legs cross for cushioning, them spread to make room for a hand cupped at elliot’s thigh. a good grab, he gives it, offering leverage to the bounces he made and following every degree. his neck is open, bare for contact and exposed as much as he pushes the small the the other’s back, forcing them ab to belly. friction. sweet friction and wetness all along his navel and tempting to trickle down.
eren’s head knocks against his bonded’s temple, and rougher the sound he makes, the bite he gives, signaled only to stop when the pleasantry of blood glazes his senses and gives his excitement an amazing sort of slow-down.
his mouth hangs as he rides the taste, and there’s a name at the tip of his blue tongue, gurgling: el— ot—. the harder vocalics of elliot’s name. ]
It was easy to lose himself when they got like this. He had gotten good at keeping up barriers in the bond, making sure he could stay aware of Eren's feelings, but not be influenced by them. But here, in the midsts of fucking one another with no restraint, those barriers were quickly coming down. There was a real rush to feeling Eren's pleasure on top of his own, pushing him to indulge his Bond in more. Each thrust down, he makes sure to keep going until Eren's in him completely, his entrance smacking against Eren's balls.
The friction between them is enough to make him cry out. His cock, rubbing against those scaled abs, was thick and pulsing. Precum was dribbling out of him, leaving a trail down Eren's skin.
Distantly through all this pleasure, he felt the bite that broke his skin. It's a sharp moment of pain that just highlights the pleasure all the more. And so he doesn't try to stop Eren from drinking from him, rather letting him indulge on the taste of him. Followed by the horned head knocking against his temple though, reminds him of the spell he had prepped for surprise. Crap. He takes a breath, trying to conjure it now in haste.]
Transform Transf- Ah! [He cuts off when a strong thrust leaves him gasping out. The spells magic fires off- maybe to cause some transmutation hijinks, or it'll harmlessly die off. Either way, probably a lesson why you shouldn't attempt to practice magic in the middle of a rough fucking session]
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Elliot probably would've gotten very lost if it wasn't for the Bond, acting like a radar to tell him when he was getting closer or not. He's gotten a lot more used to the Bond in the past month. It didn't overwhelm him anymore unless he let it. A good thing too, the closer he got, the clearer it got how much pain Eren was in. He'd probably be tempted to curl up into the fetal position himself if he didn't block the emotions from influencing him.
It still takes awhile to reach him, thanks to Elliot having to move slowly to avoid getting cut on anything. His attempts aren't entirely successful. By the time he reaches Eren's actual den, his clothes were torn in a couple places and there was a couple nicks on his hands.
But he's not too concerned about those right now. Instead, his focus becomes entirely on Eren when he sees his Bonded. Eren looks miserable, he must be suffering a lot. He carefully moves over to him, reaching out to touch his cheek]
Hey...thought I'd check on you.
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don’t worry, he’s— pretty good at not looking miserable per se, just tired and strained at most. huffy, even. this was not suffering in his book.
(plenty huffy)
eyes are on elliot, and his tongue flicks out to taste his hand first, and for a second— a bit of his spikes, fins, whatever they were, shift as the color of his joints do, and . . . he’s shifting away, laying low in a crouch but approaching him like a would a little mouse at a dead end. there’s intent. not one to hurt, but.
you know the drill by now. ]
It’s cramped for you.
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[Sure the remains and scattered blades were a little off-putting, but compared to living in a small windmill with Fie and Machias for a month...this den felt like more than enough room.
He does know the drill. He's seen that look in his eyes, and what that color in his scales mean. And even if he didn't, the feelings from the bond made it abundantly clear. Eren was still in heat, and the pain from the full moon transformation was not enough to deter him.
That was fine by Elliot. He came prepared this time. He slips the bag of supplies off his shoulders, setting it next to him]
Haha... a dragon lair's not complete without a princess, right? [He'll smile. He takes in Eren's new form and doesn't feel afraid.] I'm not exactly one, but I'm happy to fill the role this full moon.
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the way he moves is oddly fluid, and if he had a tail (maybe one day), it’d be curling around elliot’s feet the way his body spirals to breath on him, taste him the most. ]
I don’t need a princess. [ it was so. fantasy driven. he’s nothing when it came to royalty and he could never see himself agreeing to it anyway. his words come with a deep growl, and slowly, his head bobs. up, down, up, down, with his claws riding from the other’s collarbone to the softness of his neck. ] And I don’t want one either.
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Awwww, but I spent days coming up with princess lines and puns. [This is not an exaggeration. He really did. This is what you get for bonding with a nerd. Eren was on him now, and he could feel those claws on him, but-] Wait, do they not have dragon fairy tales in Paradis?
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None.
[ getting into what kinds of stories there actually were was sufferable and long, and he’s— not entirely in the mood for it. there’s a part of him that wants to dig his claws, just a little. but his black fingers tremble as he curls them back to his palm, only grazing where elliot’s blood runs thick. he hisses as his limbs retreat, and on elliot, he wasn’t. he’s scraping around him.
don’t worry. connie made a pun once, about his house on fire in shinganshina. eren just stared off. ]
How long’ve you been planning this?
[ like. all of this. being here. ]
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He sighs, well that explains that. There's no point in offering to explain. Eren had limited patience for conversation when he wasn't dealing with full moon issues. ]
Aw man...
[He shifts a little awkwardly, feeling embarrassed because he already screwed this up.]
Couple weeks now, I guess...? N-Not just the lines, but thinking of precautions and other stuff... [Because you know, shockingly, sleeping with a dragon is possibly dangerous.] I just...
[Might as well say it]
I know you're in a lot of pain today. No one should suffer through that much alone, but I didn't see you admitting to wanting company, so ... I decided to come on my own.
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he was not meaning to judge him, only derail him. ]
I liked that part.
[ truth be told, eren finds himself more in need of being around others than alone— it’s just nights like these that he isolates like any animal would. he was vulnerable and testy and honestly he’d fuck. he’d fuck a lot.
but his words leave a hanger that almost asks: what else did you prepare?, and that intensifies when eren almost slithers above his height and stares, curiosity, restlessness, everything in a single dilated package of eyes (just no more princesses) ]
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[Those words with Eren's continued...well...sorta cuddling? Makes him relax. Eren liked that he came. He hadn't made a big mistake even if he'd stumbled a little. He'll reach out his hand to essentially pet along his scales as he keeps crawling around him.]
Good.
[He lifts back his head to stare back into those dilated eyes. He can pick up the curiosity, the restlessness through the bond and through his body language. It's easy to tell what's on the dragon's mind. So Elliot will undo the top buttons of his shirt, revealing a metal necklace shaped like a scale.]
Fireproof charm. [He looks over at the bag to point it out] Lube spells, healing spells, water spells if you set something on fire, food for myself, extra clothes, a harmonica if you need music- [Because he really likes you Eren, but not enough to bring a violin into this place] - And one other surprise.
[He'll get to that one in a bit.]
I don't hold lessons during full moons, so... [a beat, the follow-up he had come up with before was a princess line. Crap think fast] ... I'll be here as long as you want.
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I prefer that over princesses.
[ if anything, he’d want elliot around if he were there. the real deal, no playthings.now to see what kind of fire resistance he was dealing with— eren’s fingertips gently snag the scale charm, and breathes out over his chest. there’s no fire, but there’s a slow, escalating heat. ]
Can you feel that?
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Okay, I got it. No princess remarks. It's not like I packed a dress...
[He wasn't THAT committed to the princess stuff, promise. But he doesn't sound upset either, and there's a clear smile on his face.
Were it not for the charm, the escalating heat would probably start to get uncomfortable. But for Elliot, it feels like a warm gust of air on a cold day. Pleasant.]
Yeah...feels nice.
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and what if the exhales become small, small embers? they flutter off of eren’s lips like water, bouncing onto clothes, fabric, and bringing himself far lower than he had been— at elliot’s belly, claws sinking just enough into the sides of his shirt to poke holes. ]
No burning?
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Elliot breathes out in relief. The charm had worked. Sure, this was confirmation that this outfit was not going to survive the next five minutes - but that's why he had packed a spare. ]
...Looks like clothes aren't protected, but I'm fine.
[His hands reach down now for Eren's horns, rubbing them slowly and sensually.]
Good thing I'm not attached to this outfit. [in other words, don't hold back. Burn and claw away]
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it gives him space, of course, to now drag his tongue up the other’s navel, his claws sinking (though not breaking) into his skin and dragging down to leave lines, up until they hook onto the hems of elliot’s slacks.
attention to his horns get approval, and almost lazily, eren’s eyes slide shut, membrane first, then lids. ]
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The flames that reached his skin, however, was a different matter. Flames licked his skin safely, not leaving a single mark. What caught Elliot off guard however, was how good and arousing it felt. What should've felt painful, with the charm felt more like a lovers warm kiss or touch. That paired with Eren touching him with tongue and claws leaves him moaning, arcing his back into it.
Well. That explains why they kept emphasizing using it with friendly fire. He breathes out]
Holy crap Eren...
[Definitely felt better than he was expecting. His pants had caught onto some fire, so already they are loose and easy to tear off. He hadn't bothered to wear underwear, knowing there was no point tonight.
Collecting himself, he focuses on readying Eren for a surprise in return. His fingers keep moving around the horns- not just to give Eren pleasure, but with purpose. He needed a clear physical example to get this right. The texture, the shape, the weight....alright, he just had to remember that.
But for now, it was time to help with whatever clothing still remained on his Bonded in return. The fire that still lingered on his clothing, he'll bring his hand over to it and will it into his hand. Adding a little magical juice to brighten the flames, he'll bring them over to ignite Eren's clothing.]
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eren doesn’t skip a beat to watch or wait, though, he’s entranced into feeding the hunger that bore a hole into him, almost. the shuffle has his yanking down the tattered, scorched pants down to wherever they broke, rough and urgent enough to leave them where they are (the knees, the thighs, higher up but not so much to leave him unexposed). that’s all they really needed.
with his bonded’s length out, soft, growing, however it was, eren was there to stimulate it into thickness. starting with a breath of sparking embers that travel from the base up, to following the path made with his tongue. his teeth stay clear from enveloping him, but the fingers holding him up tease him. prick into him, slide up, down— his other hand, against the soft flesh of elliot’s pelvis, is etched into with a little more force the more his horns are pleasured. ]
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His length had been soft and slowly starting to grow. Eren was about to expedite that process. Between the embers, the tongue, and the fingers- it springs into life as blood rushes in, hardening and engorging it. It doesn't happen quietly, Elliot's letting out moans and gasps throughout. He'd be hard pressed to pick a favorite. The embers brought heat, pricks of pleasure that hit all over at the same time. The tongue was also warm, and hit spots a human tongue would struggle with. And the clawed fingers...gentle enough that they wouldn't hurt, but they gave a pointed pressure to their pricks and strokes. The claws on his pelvis were already making their marks.
None of this was something a human could do easily, that much he knew. But he wasn't about to just lay down and let Eren do everything. He moves his leg so it's between Eren's, bending his knee so his thigh starts pressing up against Eren's balls and length. His hands move from his horns to running along the spikes on Eren's spine - seeing if they're as sensitive as the horns. The horns won't be forgotten though. Elliot tilts his head down, his lips wrapping around the horn's point and begins sucking on it the same way he would with a cock.]
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nevertheless, he feels it— differently. it isn’t nothing. his spikes are thick and protective, a thermometer to emotion as much as the hues of his scales. they move when eren breathes out a sound that scrapes his throat, a drumming growl that stretches far, enjoying the misty heat. it’s almost suffocating, he has to breathe harder, quicker as instinct is given means to soar a little higher.
eren wants to do so, so much that could in fact hurt his current partner when the intention to was nonexistent. his claws beg to burry, his mouth feels too loose— he wants to bite and exert his energy, the pressure that his season yearns for and the can’t aspect is almost frustrating. tantalizing. ]
Fuck, [ he mutters in a snap, teeth knocking together as he brings his tongue back in a near slither behind his fangs. when he goes down again, roughness rises in his movements. eren licks elliot from base to tip, moves his hand into a heavy stroke at the same time, and carries himself upwards. up, up, where his chest gains more wetness, where he can taste and suck on him until he’s on his collarbone.
his hands reach down to slide from his entrance to his perineum, and even there he shudders and hisses with annoyance. he has claws, and his inability to do anything without harm makes his whole body tremor. ] fuck!
[ he needs help, and thinking straight isn’t much a thing when you’re high on one thought alone. ]
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So instead, the answer is to take charge and help him out. His hands move back to the other's shoulders, pushing him back until he's up in a sitting position. Unlike Eren, he keeps his voice calming. ]
Shh...it's okay...
[He moves himself to straddle him, leaning close so Eren can keep sucking on that collarbone if he wishes. It's fine if he gets bite marks there, it's a simple enough heal.
His hand will reach down to take a gentle hold of Eren's cock, fingers massaging the balls. Humming a little spell, his fingers start to lube Eren's length as they move up and down the shaft.]
Tell me what you want to do. We'll figure something out, I won't run.
[He was here for Eren. He can't let this guy do anything that'll break something he can't heal, but he's well aware of what he signed up for when he entered this burrow]
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his mouth is half open as he speaks, wet with saliva as much as words, his palms grasping and searching along the small of elliot’s back, his ass once he sits, enough to want to spread them and take either side by the handful. distracting, the pleasure is distracting in a better away, especially the moment his bonded leaves behind a trail of slickness across him. he’s lit, he’s hard, he’s needing and dribbling the earliest spot of precum between the other’s digits.
it makes the gruff, glazed words finally come out: ]
Get inside you, but I’ll [ he swallows, dry and heavy for a mouth that was plenty salivating ] hurt you.
[ which ever way he tried to do it, whether it was to prep him first or none at all— the latter, a possibility, but he’s too impatient and in heat to risk doing it safely. ]
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I'll make sure you won't, don't worry. [He takes note on his spines and ears flattening. It was strange and yet somehow cute in its own way.
Right, focus. When Eren's cock is properly lubricated, he'll glance around before moving a hand to grab for that bag of his. It was warm from the flames, but thankfully the flameproofing was true advertising. He digs around in there, before he feels a potion vial. He pulls it out, looking at the label. If Eren's in any state of mind to read it, it looks like some kind of size-prepping potion from the red-light district.] Good, right one...
[Popping the vial's cap open, he'll take a swig before dropping it back in the bag. It doesn't taste too bad, a little like cherries. The weirder part came from the feeling the potion's spell did on his rear, the flesh warming becoming more pliable, lubricated. Were he not currently straddling a dragon in heat, he'd probably feel a little more anxious about it. But well...this really wasn't the time for nerves]
Okay, here goes...
[He moves a hand back to Eren's cock, holding it straight as Elliot moves his body until his entrance presses up against the head. He swallows, and begins slowly lowering himself onto the cock. It's a tight fit, but not painfully so thanks to the potion. He still has to pause sometime, getting used to the feeling of being so...full]
Aidios... [Right, okay. With it in far enough in not to need his hands anymore, he moves them to steady himself. One hand goes for his waist while the other leans against the burrow wall over his shoulder. Elliot's own length presses up against Eren's stomach, hard and wanting]
I'll take lead this round.
[That way, it'll clear Eren's worries of how rough he can go. He says it with confidence, so different than he was just a month ago when he was just an overwhelmed virgin. He's adapted quickly to this life.]
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he’s too tense to sit back, and not because he was nervous— eren was focused in fact, burning air slipping in and out between his fangs and harder suckles up the other’s jugular. he offers a nod, simple and short lived while allowing elliot to settle on him. oh, his hips, lord his hips. they almost have a mind of their own as they shuffle underneath his baring weight, the ring of his bonded’s entrance grasping him into a sinking ardor. he felt his walls, felt him inside, enough for eren’s thickness to twinge and for his whole to shiver. ]
Ah—
[ the grunt that escalates from him is dire, vibrating as his tongue swirls and his teeth snap into each other. elliot’s in control, that’s good, that’s inciting. that’s— really hard to control. eren pushes the other down onto him after a moment, not suddenly, but wanting like a man thirsting for a drink in the desert. when he does, when ends meet ends, eren shuts his eyes, dips his horns back against the wall behind them in a sideways sway, and bucks up.
he’s not in the position of control, he can’t do too much unless his partner allows it. but he is active one way or another. he wants and he wants and sitting still would be the opposite of expression when it was so loud. ]
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He can feel how wanting Eren is, and yet still willing to comply with whose in lead. Good. He didn't want to leave him hanging for long, so he only takes a moment to get the angle adjusted before he starts rising up against that hold on him, only to thrust himself back down. He repeats that, his pace picking up into something quick, rough - something to please a dragon deep in heat. Not that he's not enjoying it himself, he is. he makes his own sounds whenever that spot within him gets hit, or at the feeling of his erection rubbing against the contrasting smooth skin and edged scales.
Seeing an opening, he'll lean forward and start kissing and sucking on Eren's neck in return- teeth scrape against the scales and bits of skin between. He's already got a prominent mark on his jugular from Eren's work, he might be looking to return the favor. ]
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with every drive down comes eren in a surge up to meet him. curses dance across his lips and husky exhales, what sing sweetly into more, hell more until his frame squirms, toes curl as his legs cross for cushioning, them spread to make room for a hand cupped at elliot’s thigh. a good grab, he gives it, offering leverage to the bounces he made and following every degree. his neck is open, bare for contact and exposed as much as he pushes the small the the other’s back, forcing them ab to belly. friction. sweet friction and wetness all along his navel and tempting to trickle down.
eren’s head knocks against his bonded’s temple, and rougher the sound he makes, the bite he gives, signaled only to stop when the pleasantry of blood glazes his senses and gives his excitement an amazing sort of slow-down.
his mouth hangs as he rides the taste, and there’s a name at the tip of his blue tongue, gurgling: el— ot—. the harder vocalics of elliot’s name. ]
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It was easy to lose himself when they got like this. He had gotten good at keeping up barriers in the bond, making sure he could stay aware of Eren's feelings, but not be influenced by them. But here, in the midsts of fucking one another with no restraint, those barriers were quickly coming down. There was a real rush to feeling Eren's pleasure on top of his own, pushing him to indulge his Bond in more. Each thrust down, he makes sure to keep going until Eren's in him completely, his entrance smacking against Eren's balls.
The friction between them is enough to make him cry out. His cock, rubbing against those scaled abs, was thick and pulsing. Precum was dribbling out of him, leaving a trail down Eren's skin.
Distantly through all this pleasure, he felt the bite that broke his skin. It's a sharp moment of pain that just highlights the pleasure all the more. And so he doesn't try to stop Eren from drinking from him, rather letting him indulge on the taste of him. Followed by the horned head knocking against his temple though, reminds him of the spell he had prepped for surprise. Crap. He takes a breath, trying to conjure it now in haste.]
Transform Transf- Ah! [He cuts off when a strong thrust leaves him gasping out. The spells magic fires off- maybe to cause some transmutation hijinks, or it'll harmlessly die off. Either way, probably a lesson why you shouldn't attempt to practice magic in the middle of a rough fucking session]
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