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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[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. ]