[ 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]
[ he’s not even going to last this way— and perhaps lasting wasn’t so much a part of his misty agenda today, now, when part of him just wants release from taut buildup rather than intricate romance. his focus goes to what he feels, bouncing off of his bonded’s ride up and down hitches of pleasure. elliot had control, but only if eren didn’t take them for himself.
with clenched teeth and a rising spike in the rowdy pressure around his member, eren takes further reins in the form of clamping down his hands to the other’s bottom in full, lifting and dropping him all on his own. ]
Fuck–! [ he doesn’t care, doesn’t care, doesn’t care at all. it’s sudden as it is incredibly explosive for both parties when eren comes first, fully, and with a whine so deep, so long— just as much as him cum fills his partner and spills underneath them.
everything is sensitive as he rides the pull, and god was it great to drift back and forth in this seconds-lasting ecstasy.
not full bodied, all truly kept around his groin, but. always sensational.
(he might’ve felt funny, a crawling under his skin from top to bottom, but during he just simply thinks it’s something new to his climax) ]
[When Eren takes the reins and starts lifting and dropping him, Elliot feels immense satisfaction. Gone were the hesitations about hurting him. Eren was trusting him enough, wanting him enough, to let the lust out. That was the whole point of tonight, helping Eren ride through those instincts to make the full moon easier.
Though, it wasn't like Elliot wasn't getting anything out of this, because goddess this felt incredible.
Neither lasted long. The feeling of Eren climaxing and filling him was enough to set him off as well. Elliot's own cry was higher than Eren's, ringing out at the same time. Cum spills out of him, spilling on both Eren and himself. For those moments, Elliot feels himself lost in bliss, just like the times before.
However unlike the times before, right after that high, he's hit with a wave of wooziness.]
W-Wha...
[His words slur as he finds himself feeling very faint. He half pulls, half falls off Eren, collapsing on the ground with a soft thud. And if that wasn't worrying enough, his appearance was rapidly changing. Scales spread across his skin, horns and tail sprout, body shrinking down to the size of a cat. It's all too quick and painless to be a normal monster transformation. It had to be...
Magic.
Looks like that spell he misfired had finally decided to show itself. When it was finished, Elliot looked like a cat-sized wingless dragon, orange and golden scales covered his body. Eren might find himself in a similar predicament. Elliot looks dazed, half out of it, that spell took a lot out of him, especially after just going a round, so excuse him him a moment]
Nngh...dizzy...
[At least he can still talk kinda like a human. Or in a way that Eren can understand. Magic sure is convenient that way]
[ it’s kind of hard to separate what’s lizard and what isn’t in his head anymore!! look at him, so small that the burrow seems like mansion space. look down, back up, and. at least eren is much smaller than a cat. he’s kitten sized.
he’s lizard sized, and in a slight daze and a shot of awareness, he bobs his head up and down erratically, scales turning color the same way they always do, but his belly flat against the ground. what the fuck is going on and why was there another lizard in his crib. ]
[Oh look at long last his dream has finally come true. He's finally bigger than someone.
Elliot takes another moment to get everything to stop from spinning for him, squeezing his eyes shut as he does so. The spell had taken a lot of energy- energy he wasn't expecting to use, so he's rather out of sorts at the moment. He tries to bring his hand to his head, but for some reason his arms weren't...bending right, or were his fingers moving the way they were supposed to. That's weird. Did he dislocate something?
Finally, he opens his eyes. Eren's burrow was suddenly seemed so much bigger. And why was there a lizard with Eren's colors here? Where did that come from? Without thinking, he flicks out his lizard tongue to get his scent like his lizard brain tells him to and--
Wait. Wait since when can he do that?
Eren gets a rather comical looking moment as the other "lizard" suddenly becomes aware of itself, looking around and looking completely shocked at its own appearance. So much so that he screams at his own tail]
[ oh, that’s— not a lizard. well, it was a lizard, but, eren had much less reason to puff out his chest, do push ups and tell him to beat it. awareness of his surroundings settle in better at the time, and he looks at his stubby little arms, ah, sideways, his eyes are weird..
not arm wings, and definitely not the form he was prepared to take. ]
You said transform, didn’t you? [ he’s just as confused as he was, but— probably not ever as panicked. ]
[ well, that’s. that explains it. it’s not as if eren was upset, just profusely direct about his questions. lizards have the greatest facial expressions, which doesn’t help eren’s representation, but. words. his words. ]
Yeah, mine is...the horns spell I'd practiced so I could cast it with low energy. All my spells for tonight were prepped with that in mind.
Pretty sure this misfire took all the magic energy I had though. [He sighs.] Hopefully it wears off on its own soon or it could be awhile before I have enough to dispel it.
[Which if anything, should be an indication just how much raw magic power this guy has, if he has this much during a full moon]
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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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with clenched teeth and a rising spike in the rowdy pressure around his member, eren takes further reins in the form of clamping down his hands to the other’s bottom in full, lifting and dropping him all on his own. ]
Fuck–! [ he doesn’t care, doesn’t care, doesn’t care at all. it’s sudden as it is incredibly explosive for both parties when eren comes first, fully, and with a whine so deep, so long— just as much as him cum fills his partner and spills underneath them.
everything is sensitive as he rides the pull, and god was it great to drift back and forth in this seconds-lasting ecstasy.
not full bodied, all truly kept around his groin, but. always sensational.
(he might’ve felt funny, a crawling under his skin from top to bottom, but during he just simply thinks it’s something new to his climax) ]
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Though, it wasn't like Elliot wasn't getting anything out of this, because goddess this felt incredible.
Neither lasted long. The feeling of Eren climaxing and filling him was enough to set him off as well. Elliot's own cry was higher than Eren's, ringing out at the same time. Cum spills out of him, spilling on both Eren and himself. For those moments, Elliot feels himself lost in bliss, just like the times before.
However unlike the times before, right after that high, he's hit with a wave of wooziness.]
W-Wha...
[His words slur as he finds himself feeling very faint. He half pulls, half falls off Eren, collapsing on the ground with a soft thud. And if that wasn't worrying enough, his appearance was rapidly changing. Scales spread across his skin, horns and tail sprout, body shrinking down to the size of a cat. It's all too quick and painless to be a normal monster transformation. It had to be...
Magic.
Looks like that spell he misfired had finally decided to show itself. When it was finished, Elliot looked like a cat-sized wingless dragon, orange and golden scales covered his body. Eren might find himself in a similar predicament. Elliot looks dazed, half out of it, that spell took a lot out of him, especially after just going a round, so excuse him him a moment]
Nngh...dizzy...
[At least he can still talk kinda like a human. Or in a way that Eren can understand. Magic sure is convenient that way]
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he’s lizard sized, and in a slight daze and a shot of awareness, he bobs his head up and down erratically, scales turning color the same way they always do, but his belly flat against the ground. what the fuck is going on and why was there another lizard in his crib. ]
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Elliot takes another moment to get everything to stop from spinning for him, squeezing his eyes shut as he does so. The spell had taken a lot of energy- energy he wasn't expecting to use, so he's rather out of sorts at the moment. He tries to bring his hand to his head, but for some reason his arms weren't...bending right, or were his fingers moving the way they were supposed to. That's weird. Did he dislocate something?
Finally, he opens his eyes. Eren's burrow was suddenly seemed so much bigger. And why was there a lizard with Eren's colors here? Where did that come from? Without thinking, he flicks out his lizard tongue to get his scent like his lizard brain tells him to and--
Wait. Wait since when can he do that?
Eren gets a rather comical looking moment as the other "lizard" suddenly becomes aware of itself, looking around and looking completely shocked at its own appearance. So much so that he screams at his own tail]
WHAT THE HECK?!
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not arm wings, and definitely not the form he was prepared to take. ]
You said transform, didn’t you? [ he’s just as confused as he was, but— probably not ever as panicked. ]
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I-- [He freezes as the realization dawns on him. His scales turn a deeper hue of red. Embarrassment] I-I did, but I wasn't trying to do this, I was...
[Yep, it full dawns on him. He looks very mortified and ashamed, for a lizard]
Oh no...it must've backfired when I got interrupted. I was trying to get horns for you to bump against, and it went...overboard.
[He sighs] How stupid of me.
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[ well, that’s. that explains it. it’s not as if eren was upset, just profusely direct about his questions. lizards have the greatest facial expressions, which doesn’t help eren’s representation, but. words. his words. ]
Isn’t magic weaker on the full moons?
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Pretty sure this misfire took all the magic energy I had though. [He sighs.] Hopefully it wears off on its own soon or it could be awhile before I have enough to dispel it.
[Which if anything, should be an indication just how much raw magic power this guy has, if he has this much during a full moon]