Who: Waver Velvet & various When: throughout Aguril Where: around the city What: working, quests, shenanigans; if you want to plot anything for the month, PM me! :> Warnings: NSFW on the full moons thread eyyy
Waver's voice rises in a high-pitched whine as Iskandar's fingers curl around his cock, giving him a squeeze that makes his whole body shudder. His hips jerk forward into the grip, but Iskandar is holding him just tightly enough that he can't slide through, can't follow the instinct to rut into the friction of his slick fingers. As Iskandar's other hand slides free from him, Waver groans a wordless protest, panting heavily against his pillow, thighs and shoulders tense with anticipation.
Iskandar's weight shifts behind him, the bed creaking softly. Waver can feel the dip in the mattress, the way it sinks in different places as Iskandar positions himself not for use of his hands, but for their hips to finally align. The warmth of him covers Waver's back when he leans closer. Waver's ear twitches and flutters, tugging against the pinch of his teeth to the sound of Waver's stuttering breath.
Relax, he says. It's difficult.
Even overwhelmed by desire as he is right now, the animal draw of lust fogging his thoughts with single-minded need, Waver's lucid enough to know this is something... new. Exciting, but also a little frightening. His heart, already pounding, feels like it might burst from his chest, fluttering anxiously with eager, nervous anticipation.
But he has to relax. Iskandar releases his ear, fingers stroking down his tail instead, and Waver breathes. Deep breaths, trying to relax. He can feel the heat of Iskandar behind him, and then blunt head slicked with oil pressing, rubbing against him. His ass twitches, the thrill that jolts through him a shiver that runs up his whole spine. Another breath.
Waver shifts his weight slowly, bracing himself on his knees and elbows, spine curved. His chest expands, holding the stillness of the moment in his lungs. Then, very slowly, he exhales and lets his body relax as completely as possible.
The first real push still catches him by surprise. Waver gasps, arms tightening around his pillow briefly, then quickly finding a better grip on the sheets instead. His claws refuse to stay trimmed right now; the bedding won't be spared. Not that Waver notices or cares about that now. Fingers curling tightly around fistfuls of cloth, Waver braces himself instinctively as the head of Iskandar's cock finally presses past the ring of muscle and inside him.
He's big. Waver knows he's big, but it feels even bigger inside, head spinning, heat flooding his veins. His breathing grows ragged, interspersed on nearly every exhale with whimpers, increasingly urgent and desperate as Iskandar keeps going and the pressure inside grows until Waver feels he can barely breathe around it. And then further still, slowly, filling him up so it feels as though Iskandar is taking up all the space inside of him. No room for thinking. Nothing but the sensation, the intensity of the pressure, light-headed pleasure that crackles with the underlying ache, setting Waver's nerves alight.
He moans, the sound ripped helplessly from his throat. His back arches. His thighs shake.
And then, Iskandar is moving, and Waver loses all track of everything else. His claws tear into the sheets, the sounds that spill from his open mouth disappearing into the damp pillow as every thrust paints starbursts behind his tight-shut eyelids. His hips twitch when Iskandar's cock rubs past his prostate; they buck when he hits deep, and thrust back for more when he pulls away.
By the time he finally comes, Waver's breathless whimpers have devolved into choked-off, high and keening noises that catch on every ragged breath and escape him at the end of every thrust. It's a shock, somehow, after so long spent clinging to the edge, when his body hits that final tipping point. He couldn't hold back if he tried. Waver's body shakes, hips bucking in shallow, stuttering thrusts into Iskandar's slick fingers until he's done, his insides squeezing tight in spasms, until Waver has nothing more to give.
It seems Iskandar is just about done too. Waver's just barely trying to catch his breath, body relaxing just enough, riding the high of coming when Iskandar's own hips shudder and he joins him. Waver's body yields, accepting him as deep as he'll go, taking what he spills, to the soft sounds of Waver's voice cracking and breathless in his pleasure.
It's all a blur after that for a few minutes. The bliss buzzes in his mind, leaving little room for anything else, even the desire to move. Waver sighs, lowering himself fully onto the bed when Iskandar pulls out. His thighs are still twitching on occasion, the pounding of his heart only gradually evening out. Tears cling to his eyelashes, mouth wet with spit that dampens the pillow as well, where he'd been open-mouthedly panting against it. The soft touch against his over-sensitive skin only makes Waver groan quietly. He doesn't notice the spell. Right now, he didn't even notice the ache.
He's never felt so exhausted in this way-- or so satisfied. As Iskandar tucks him close to rest, Waver presses closer, face nuzzling against his chest to feel the soft vibrations of his voice with every note. It's the most wonderfully soothing sound.
Iskandar reaches for a blanket to cover them both. Heat disappearing quickly and the cold starts creeping in. There's a slight draft from the door so the blanket is very much in place. He hasn't noticed it earlier but that's no surprise, all of his attention was elsewhere. Eventually, they will need to move, go shower, do something about that ruin of a bed because the sheets are in shreds and he can see the insides of the mattress poking through the holes in the cover.
But not yet.
Right now he's too content where he is. Just watching lazily as a single white feather floats in the air current. It looks that at least one pillow needs mending too. Later. They can deal with all of this later. He has stopped singing but he is humming a melody still. His gaze follows the feather as it lands on the floor, then goes back to Waver. He smiles.
What a beauty you are, my dearest.
He'll take moments like this over all the riches of the world.
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Iskandar's weight shifts behind him, the bed creaking softly. Waver can feel the dip in the mattress, the way it sinks in different places as Iskandar positions himself not for use of his hands, but for their hips to finally align. The warmth of him covers Waver's back when he leans closer. Waver's ear twitches and flutters, tugging against the pinch of his teeth to the sound of Waver's stuttering breath.
Relax, he says. It's difficult.
Even overwhelmed by desire as he is right now, the animal draw of lust fogging his thoughts with single-minded need, Waver's lucid enough to know this is something... new. Exciting, but also a little frightening. His heart, already pounding, feels like it might burst from his chest, fluttering anxiously with eager, nervous anticipation.
But he has to relax. Iskandar releases his ear, fingers stroking down his tail instead, and Waver breathes. Deep breaths, trying to relax. He can feel the heat of Iskandar behind him, and then blunt head slicked with oil pressing, rubbing against him. His ass twitches, the thrill that jolts through him a shiver that runs up his whole spine. Another breath.
Waver shifts his weight slowly, bracing himself on his knees and elbows, spine curved. His chest expands, holding the stillness of the moment in his lungs. Then, very slowly, he exhales and lets his body relax as completely as possible.
The first real push still catches him by surprise. Waver gasps, arms tightening around his pillow briefly, then quickly finding a better grip on the sheets instead. His claws refuse to stay trimmed right now; the bedding won't be spared. Not that Waver notices or cares about that now. Fingers curling tightly around fistfuls of cloth, Waver braces himself instinctively as the head of Iskandar's cock finally presses past the ring of muscle and inside him.
He's big. Waver knows he's big, but it feels even bigger inside, head spinning, heat flooding his veins. His breathing grows ragged, interspersed on nearly every exhale with whimpers, increasingly urgent and desperate as Iskandar keeps going and the pressure inside grows until Waver feels he can barely breathe around it. And then further still, slowly, filling him up so it feels as though Iskandar is taking up all the space inside of him. No room for thinking. Nothing but the sensation, the intensity of the pressure, light-headed pleasure that crackles with the underlying ache, setting Waver's nerves alight.
He moans, the sound ripped helplessly from his throat. His back arches. His thighs shake.
And then, Iskandar is moving, and Waver loses all track of everything else. His claws tear into the sheets, the sounds that spill from his open mouth disappearing into the damp pillow as every thrust paints starbursts behind his tight-shut eyelids. His hips twitch when Iskandar's cock rubs past his prostate; they buck when he hits deep, and thrust back for more when he pulls away.
By the time he finally comes, Waver's breathless whimpers have devolved into choked-off, high and keening noises that catch on every ragged breath and escape him at the end of every thrust. It's a shock, somehow, after so long spent clinging to the edge, when his body hits that final tipping point. He couldn't hold back if he tried. Waver's body shakes, hips bucking in shallow, stuttering thrusts into Iskandar's slick fingers until he's done, his insides squeezing tight in spasms, until Waver has nothing more to give.
It seems Iskandar is just about done too. Waver's just barely trying to catch his breath, body relaxing just enough, riding the high of coming when Iskandar's own hips shudder and he joins him. Waver's body yields, accepting him as deep as he'll go, taking what he spills, to the soft sounds of Waver's voice cracking and breathless in his pleasure.
It's all a blur after that for a few minutes. The bliss buzzes in his mind, leaving little room for anything else, even the desire to move. Waver sighs, lowering himself fully onto the bed when Iskandar pulls out. His thighs are still twitching on occasion, the pounding of his heart only gradually evening out. Tears cling to his eyelashes, mouth wet with spit that dampens the pillow as well, where he'd been open-mouthedly panting against it. The soft touch against his over-sensitive skin only makes Waver groan quietly. He doesn't notice the spell. Right now, he didn't even notice the ache.
He's never felt so exhausted in this way-- or so satisfied. As Iskandar tucks him close to rest, Waver presses closer, face nuzzling against his chest to feel the soft vibrations of his voice with every note. It's the most wonderfully soothing sound.
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But not yet.
Right now he's too content where he is. Just watching lazily as a single white feather floats in the air current. It looks that at least one pillow needs mending too. Later. They can deal with all of this later. He has stopped singing but he is humming a melody still. His gaze follows the feather as it lands on the floor, then goes back to Waver. He smiles.
What a beauty you are, my dearest.
He'll take moments like this over all the riches of the world.