July Quests and Catch-All [OPEN]

[curruid_coinchenn]

Who: Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) and you!
When: Throughout July
Where: Through the city
What: Quests and other things!
Warnings: Some threads are NSFW!


[ 1. Sew and Tell ]

[ While Berserker can't help with the magical parts of upgrading the shop, he is strong. He's doing any grunt labor asked of him, lifting things, moving heavy objects, and holding people up to reach things. You need something carried? He's your dragon man.

He finishes a task to take a small break to stretch. He looks over to a coworker (or customer, he doesn't care to know the difference) and tilts his head slightly. ]

Is there something you need me for?

[ 2. Out of the City ]

[ There's a lull in the activity of the day and Berserker takes a moment to rest. He slumps down against a tree, his spear Gae Bolg resting against his shoulder. He's only doing this because he knows he's good at it -- fighting and killing is boring and routine. A sound catches his attention and he grabs his spear without getting up. ]

Do I need to stand up or did you just trip?

[ He's a jerk, sorry. ]

[ 3. Wildcard ]

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[ua_duibhne]

[Even its carefully controlled moderation, Berserker's affection has an intensity that makes Diarmuid's chest tighten. It's a privilege to be allowed so close, literally and metaphorically. What are the chances that he's missed the way the Lancer is looking at him and how close it comes to adoring? If he had the presence of mind for it, he might be self-conscious but the time for that has long since passed.]

Cú- [The dragon's hand brushes against him, losing whatever he was about to say in a gasp.] - do what you want- what you need to. I won't break.

[Diarmuid's bite into his skin as he eases more of him inside- but he's relaxed and prepared enough that the discomfort is temporary. Hell, regardless of his own pleasure, the way Berserker reacts to his every movement would be motivation all by itself; this must be just as cathartic for both of them. If he can't serve him like he would a lord, let him serve him as a lover.]

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Permission granted, though he's hesitant to take it -- not for fear of hurting Diarmuid but for not wanting to give into himself. It's so hard to let go of so many years of self-denial. He owes it to the witch to be honest with his desires, doesn't he? Honesty is something he promised and it should be in all things.

Berserker sits up and suddenly wraps his arms around him, hugging him close as he begins to rock his hips in a slow, but steady rhythm. Like a dam suddenly breaking, affection pours out of him. He kisses Diarmuid's love spot with surprising tenderness, trailing kisses down to his throat. It's all he can do to stop himself from biting him. Hands roam across his back in a desperate bid to feel as much of his lover as he can. It's so much for him to take in all at once, the intensity of his affection overwhelming.

This is what he needed to do: to show his appreciation for his Bonded, a man who stood to lose everything by standing by his side. He owed him honesty and if he couldn't speak the words, he could at least show him. ]

[ua_duibhne]

[It's already a lot to process even before Berserker moves up to meet him and, as he feels his chest press up against his and arms lace around his shoulders, all Diarmuid can immediately think to do is try and match his rhythm. If there's magic being transferred between then, he doesn't even notice. Right now, all of his attention has been captured by each kiss and every roll of his hips and the desperation in his touches and-

Don't do this, Ua Duibhne. You know where this is going and you need to stop.

A soft, eager whimper- it probably started out as his name- escapes through his gritted teeth and he buries his face in Berserker's neck, muffling any further sounds by nipping at the sensitive skin along his collarbone. Positioned like this, his cock grinds against his middle, sending little jolts of pleasure running straight through his body and turning his vision blurry with need.

Don't do this.

Diarmuid begins to say something.]

I- [He can't. He just can't do it.] Thank you. Thank you.

[Even as he leans back over the other Servant, he's still murmuring, breathing slurred Gaelic against his lips and into his kisses. Gratitude, encouragement... at some point he started calling him a chuisle too but his words are fragmented as he picks up the pace.]

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ Better that he doesn't say that, at least not right now. Berserker's not fond of the words he meant to speak (thanks, Medb). Gratitude he can't mind and even those affectionate words don't bother him. Maybe he's okay with all of this because of the intensity of the earlier situation -- is he seeking comfort in extremely intense affection...? He doesn't know and processing it right now is beyond him.

Words are entirely lost to him, though. The only sounds that come from Berserker are quiet sounds of pleasure: low moans and something not unlike a pleased growl. There's definitely an inhuman edge to some of the noises he's making, something that would bother him if he stopped to think about it. There's no point in thinking about anything other than pleasing his Bonded right now.

He keeps Diarmuid held close to him, keeping the rhythm steady for now. It's a lot for him to take in, especially with his cock trapped between them -- the Lancer's wanting words only enhance the physical sensations. There's almost no space between them as he nuzzles against his neck. An urge he's been holding back comes out: he suddenly bites the crook of Diarmuid's neck. Not quite hard enough to break skin, but it's definitely a noticeable pressure. He wants to mark his lover for everyone to see...An oddly primal urge. After a moment, he releases the bite, licking and kissing the spot before back off of it. Gentle attentions paid to it as an apology. ]

[ua_duibhne]

[Diarmuid's breath catches as he's caught between a sudden jolt of pleasure and the sting of teeth sinking into skin. It won't do much more than bruise but, in the moment, it's like every nerve is on fire and even the smallest of sensations has an echo that makes his legs feel weak. Good. He's not afraid to let Berserker stake his claim so brutishly. In fact, in a strange kind of way, he welcomes it; it's proof that he's wanted. That he actually belongs somewhere and with someone else. Maybe he'll feel differently tomorrow but, right now, pressed against this strange beast of a man, it's a badge of honour.

Maybe-

Gods, he doesn't have much left in him. As his nails dig into Berserker's back and shoulders, leaving lines across any skin unguarded by scales, Diarmuid forces himself to look back up. Gold eyes watch him through a mess of dark curls, clouded with desire but almost pleading in their intensity.]

Cú... tell what you want. How you want me to- [He presses his forehead against his.] I won't- I'm too close-

[Please.]

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ It's really hard for him to say anything at all. It's difficult to think clearly, let alone give voice to his thoughts. He's worked up beyond anything he ever imagined possible -- this went far beyond relieving a physical need, which is what sex normally served as. It's overwhelming to the point he can barely hold back. ]

Stay here. [ He manages to say, though it's stilted. ] I want to feel you come between us.

[ His thrusts get rougher as he gets nearer to the edge. He digs his claws into Diarmuid's back as he clutches him closer, possessive and a bit needy. It's just a few moments more before he presses himself fully inside of the witch, suddenly coming with a deep moan. Berserker holds him in place as he rides out his orgasm, surprised again by the intensity. This is all so unusual and strange...and he doesn't mind it. ]

[ua_duibhne]

[At once, he presses his mouth to Berserker's, tasting as much of him as he can in the last few moments he has before it becomes too much. Ignoring what feel like his body's nearing limitations, Diarmuid presses into his thrust to take as much of him as possible as they hit the brink- and fall head first. It's like a chain reaction. The building pressure breaks and, in a hot, gasping rush, eyes blurred with pleasure and one or two tears of overstimulation he can't fight, he spills across the dragon's stomach.

Diarmuid clutches at him, breath coming in shuddering, exhausted huffs that shake his shoulders almost as much as the orgasm does his legs. When was the last time it felt like that? Has it ever? To hell with it. Past lovers mean nothing when he's with this man and that in itself is of greater consequence than it would be for most. All that he needs to concern himself with is Berserker- an incredibly easy task.]

Berserker. Cú Chulainn, Son of Erin- [He trails kisses along his cheek, following the lines of his tattoos.] - stay with me. Let me stay with you. Please.

[It's so hard not to get carried away but neither of them are ready- and maybe they never will be. But it's fine. Diarmuid's satisfied as long as he's by his side.]

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ He knows he shouldn't give in to the things he's feeling because he doesn't fully understand them. Nothing has felt like this before and now in this moment, he's beyond overwhelmed. He's still inside of Diarmuid, the witch's seed hot and sticky on his stomach. As his tattoos are kissed, he leans into the affection instead of flinching or shying away like he normally would. These things are okay if they're from his Bonded, he tells himself. A silence falls between them, their breathing the only sound for a few moments.

When he can finally speak, his voice is soft and nearly fond. He releases his grip on the other Servant and reaches up to stroke his cheek with the backs of his fingers. ]

I'll stay, Lancer. Beautiful young warrior Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, knight of Fianna...My knight...As long as you'll have me, I'll stay.

[ It's the least he could promise him. He'd earned his loyalty and then some and he'd already lost something by staying by his side. Medb's wish couldn't take away that loyalty. ]