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Maiuril Open Log and Catch-All [OPEN]

Who: Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) and various
When: Throughout Maiuril
Where: Various places
What: Many things
Warnings: None so far, check thread headers for specific warnings

[ 1. Ashes to ashes again ]

[ The rains from last month means that Berserker has yard work to handle. Weeds to pull, flowers to plant, and more. Of course this means he's in the front yard of his house, completely bare from the waist up. He only has on a pair of worn trousers and sturdy work boots. The side benefit of the weather is that he can warm himself doing this. It also means that his scars are on full display, for better or worse.

Berserker notices he's being watched and lifts his head. He yanks up a hardy weed that normally needs a tool for removal without putting much effort into it, then drops it with an annoyed grunt. ]

What? Is there a problem here?

[ 2. The sunlight that shines overhead - NSFW potential option ]

[ Again, it's warm enough he can take advantage of the sunlight. This time, he ventures away from his home to the rooftops of the outer city. It's mostly abandoned and sparsely populated, which means that Berserker sunbathing nude on a rooftop is unlikely to be noticed.

Unlikely, but not impossible. He lays flat on his stomach, his scarred wings stretched out to catch the most sun. His tail covers his butt, at least, though it's obvious he's completely naked. He raises his head, realizing he's not alone, to cast an annoyed glance back over his shoulder. ]

Why are you here? Go somewhere else.

[ 3. Wildcard ]

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( it's not that his fiery spirit has diminished or has been quelled by the dragon's presence, but that... a cooler head normally prevailed in times like these. another heavy gulp, and lio finds himself entranced by the that look on berserker's face. he likes it, and those words make him snort; he can't see this man ever playing softly in any way, shape, or form.

but that's exactly how lio likes it.

he takes pleasure in seeing berserker's hips move along with his hand. he starts to pump quicker, adding in a few more gropes and squeezes. there's no further need to be as gentle as he was before; no, he's interested in seeing what that future surprise might look like.

though frankly, it's how tender that kiss is that really catches him off-guard, and he grins into it. )

[ The gentleness seems to have been a way for him to test the waters; it quickly gives way to something rougher, something that suits him more. His kisses grow more eager, open-mouthed now as he tries to deepen the kiss. The time for patience is over as he becomes overwhelmed with his own desire.

Perhaps it's because of that Berserker lets his hands wander. His touch is firm as his fingers trace lines of lean muscle; he is (mercifully) mindful of his claws, for now. He finds one of Lio's nipples with the pad of his finger and teases it in slow circles. The other one gets the same treatment as his hand slides across his slender chest. Berserker's other hand goes lower still, grabbing a firm hold of his ass. ]

( if that deepening is an invitation, then lio gladly accepts by parting his lips and moaning softly into the kiss. he uses his own to try to guide berserker's into parting, so that he could slip the tip of his tongue in. just a little way of showing him that... perhaps looks are deceiving? he may have the presence of someone soft, but if given the opportunity, he's more than happy to show a little dominance.

but right now, he's acquiescing to berserker and he leans forward as his sensitive nipples are toyed with. it causes him to hesitate, to slow his own ministrations, as he continues to jerk berserker off. another gentle sound escapes when his ass is squeezed, and lio brings his other hand into play--- reaching up and pulling berserker's head down further so he could keep their lips anchored. )

[ Berserker welcomes the intrusion of Lio's tongue, parting his lips to allow him access. Looks are deceiving for both of them: for as big and intimidating as the dragon is, he's content to let someone else take control. He's far more submissive; only the full moons really draw out his more dominant side. There's no resistance to Lio pulling him down, submitting to the demand with a low whine.

The hand on the other man's chest makes its way lower, across his stomach and down his thigh. He draws his fingers along his inner thighs, letting the back of his hand brush against his clothed arousal. It's teasing, just for a moment before he gropes him in earnest. Berserker's other hand massages Lio's ass as gentle encouragement for the attention he's being given.]

( he would've never imagined receiving this sort of treatment from berserker, but there they are. it begs the question in his mind of where he goes next as the other decides to feel for the strained fabric, where his own erection is restricted behind his pants. another faint moan, and he breaks the kiss so that he cold open his eyes partway, stare into the face of the monster whose touch is electrifying.

but he won't be one-upped, and by no means is lio close to being sheltered. being very much human, they still had... well, there were plenty of burnish adults and teenagers. but by virtue of being the leader, he had always been busy, thus having to take care of himself when time allowed him to.

this would be a new experience for him entirely, to get a beast to its knees (so to speak).

letting go of berserker's dick, he knows one way to take it a step further. it's not the most comfortable position to be in, and he has to bend a little more than he's used to at first, but... he can get his lips on the head. scooching back slightly, his lips find somewhere else to wrap around. )

[ What Lio will see is that his normally indifferent expression is now hazy with lust. His face is flushed, lips parted as he pants. This is not how he expecting his little sunbathing outing to go, but he is not about to complain. Sometimes giving in to your baser instincts isn't a bad thing...

Neither is what happens next. Unexpected? Certainly. Bad? Definitely not. If Lio wants to tame this dragon, this is a good place to start. Berserker suddenly tenses and stops what he's doing; it's only momentary, though. With a pleased groan, he shifts his position to make it easier for Lio to continue.

He opens up the front of the other man's pants, pulling his cock free to give him more direct encouragement. Maybe if Berserker lays back down, he might be able to reciprocate the attention with his own mouth; their size difference is a bit of a challenge, but what's the point if it's easy? ]

( the best way to tame a dragon is to appease it first, to sate its baser instincts so that it will be more pliable and suggestible in the future. and who knows, that might not be the only thing he grows accustomed to. but he's too busy trying to figure out if he likes this, the taste of the dragon on his tongue, how he's already stretching his mouth wider than he's used to. the groan is encouraging, and he gets those nodules past his lips before he chimes in with another moan of his own.

with sudden clarity, he realizes what berserker is trying to accomplish, and he positions himself so he could give the other the same access he had. if anything, it's now easier for lio to use his hands, which don't go idle for very long. he can slip his hands under the base, knead and roll them there, squeeze... it's so firm. how does it fit? )

[ It still surprises Berserker that people are willing to let him suck them off when his teeth are so sharp. He teases the head of Lio's cock with quick flicks of his tongue. There's a want to tease him, but it's hard to do that when he's being given attention himself.

Teasing gives way to much more eager attentions as he wraps his lips around the head, his tongue swirling around it. He pumps the shaft with his hand, bobbing his head to take in a bit more with each pass. His sounds of pleasure are a little subdued, now muffled by the dick in his mouth, but still there.

He's becoming less and less controlled the more aroused he gets, bucking his hips into Lio's hand, trying to get more than he's being given. A firm hand can get him to settle down. ]

( frankly if that was how berserker was going to attack lio, then lio deserved every bit of those dangerous looking teeth of his. but like most things he's thinking about, they all vacate when his dick is the monster's maw. his hips jerk forward unconsciously, as he tries to get all of himself into that warmth.

meanwhile it's the reckless and jerky motions that make him grip berserker tighter, though not just with his hand but with his own mouth as well. he traces the ridges down, tongue touching each one, the head of berserker's cock bumping up against the roof of his mouth. it's... intoxicating, what he's feeling on both ends.

but he's not worried about settling berserker down. no, he wants to experience it all, even if leaves him a little bruised and bloodied. )

[ Berserker's jaw slackens to let Lio use his mouth as he wishes. He encourages him further by grabbing his ass, pressing the pads of his fingers into the skin. his claws prick at his skin, though not enough to dig in just yet.

The restraint falls away as Lio does nothing to stop his enthusiasm. His cock is likely too big to fit entirely in his mouth -- that's something he expects -- but it doesn't stop him from trying. Precum oozes from the tip as he gets closer to his peak. Each rock of his hips is accompanied by a muffled whine and the attention being paid to Lio's dick gets more intense and less controlled. ]

( berserker is the one who sets the pace because every time he thrusts, so does lio. every moment is mirrored, though it's obviously easier for lio to fit inside of the other's mouth. it's not so much a struggle as it is trying to find at what point he can or cannot take any more of berserker's dick. even that bead of pre is almost wasted, joining the saliva building in his mouth that he has to swallow down quickly so that he could continue his efforts.

he's not sure if it tastes good, but it's not bad.

but he continues to jerk his hips, slide his cock in between those lips, until his breath catches--- once. then twice. he twitches, as lio's hands return to berserker's knot and squeezes, pulls at it with desperation as he can't stop himself from coming. )

[ Ah, that's it. Berserker swallows Lio's come eagerly, milking his cock with his hand to get any remnants out. The feeling of him coming in his mouth -- the way his dick twitches and throbs, the taste of his seed -- is what finally sets him over the edge.

He pulls off of Lio's cock, his teeth gritted. His claws dig into his ass, making a conscious effort to not entirely tear his pants with them. Berserker's cock swells, throbs, and stiffens further as he gets closer and closer to the edge. Another quick buck of his hips and he, too, comes with a strained grunt. ]

( what isn't surprising is when, but how much. he could practically feel it erupting from the tip, coating his mouth and tongue before he immediately feels overwhelmed... but lio does his best though some escapes his lips. it's only when that happens that he pulls his mouth off, having some splash up onto his face.

he pants harshly, shoulders rising and falling with every quick breath. he has no words to say, but lio does finally have a chance to turn around and look at berserker with an exhausted and lopsided grin. )

[ That...he probably should have warned Lio about. Oh well. He handled it admirably and it's not a bad look. His cock throbs once more, the last bit of come dribbling from the tip. Berserker manages a brief, toothy smirk. ]

You did well...You're fearless, aren't you?

[ Foolish, maybe, but definitely fearless. ]

( with bright pink cheeks, the result coming from the recognition and some from still catching his breath, lio drags himself up to berserker's face. he doesn't avoid an opportunity to be up close, narrowing his eyes--- if he could breathe fire, he might've done it now.

but instead, lio simply looks down to the side. )

What was there to be afraid of?

( among all the possibilities that ran through his head at the time. )

... how often do you come here?

( the double meaning is definitely intended this time. )

[ That fire burning in Lio brings out a cold defiance in Berserker, as if he's inviting the challenge. He's correct, though: there is nothing to be afraid of. He is rarely violent without reason and there is certainly no reason to be violent right now...Not that Lio knows any of that, of course.

As if to reward his bravado, Berserker kisses him once more. The taste of himself on Lio's mouth is unexpectedly arousing... ]

Often enough on sunnier days...Why? Interested in coming to see me more often? It doesn't have to be out here -- I do live in the city.

[ It's teasing, though deeply covered by his seemingly indifferent tone. ]

( he hums sweetly as he's tempted to deepen that kiss and take themselves back to where they were moments prior, but lio is... tired. not exhausted, but the warmth of the sun and berserker's presence is certainly making it difficult to want to move. it's not that he's suddenly cold-blooded, but that being on edge since day one to some degree has frayed his nerves. even with those who he views as friendly, he hasn't been sure that he'd been safe.

and he's still probably not as safe as he could be, but it's better than what he's used to. home or here. )

You'd let me visit?

( so yes, lio is interested. he'll have questions mixed with the need to sate other curiosities that may involve coming there. )

[ It's odd that he can inspire feelings of safety in anyone, but it happens more often than not. A dragon so prone to violence, scarred as he is, cold as he is, making someone else feel safe? Strange. It's something else Berserker has just come to accept.

Another round sounds good, if he weren't so relaxed right now...He's content to lay in the sun with a warm body beside him for the moment. ]

Why not? You haven't given me a reason not to trust you. It's easier than coming all the way out here...I only go this far out of necessity.

[ That necessity being relative privacy. A nude dragon sunbathing in the inner city would certainly cause a stir and he has no interest in that. ]

( but did he give berserker a reason to trust him? he's not entirely sure, but he's grateful for it anyway. as he rests his arms by wrapping them loosely around berserker's waist, lio tucks his head underneath the other's chin, face resting just below his collarbone. eyelids half way to closing, he gives in to resting his eyes while basking in the warmth of another. )

Then... I'll stop by. Maybe by then, I'll have wings to carry myself there.

( because the air is safer, and he prefers it that way.

also a nude dragon would be a sight to behold and could definitely something to stir but that's neither here or there. )

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