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[halfmoon]

Who: Makoto Yuuki & others [closed]
*** This is for pre-plotted threads, but anyone is welcome to contact me if they would like a thread with Makoto! lazdo
When: August 15 (Full Moon)
Where: Around the city
What: Makoto's first full moon brings with it some uncomfortable changes.
Warnings: suggestive sexual themes in threads with Fuuka and Iramaat, NSFW in thread with Eren

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[usurpers]

If you’re going to chuckle, you know you’ll make him do something similar. Not so much chuckle in return, but there are still the beginnings of a smile tempting his lips, and any breathless hahs tickling the tip of his scouring tongue to the hotness of flushed skin.

Yes, the big, scary dragon man was a social thing, even more so affectionate with his potential mates— he knows where he can be rough and where he should tug his self control into play. The vampire’s scent was crazy enjoyable, as was his energy, as was everything now. It was bliss, and Eren was proud, confident to have gotten here with him, angling his hips into the other’s hand.

“You’re great,” he breathes out, making the distinction clear that the act wasn’t the only thing he’s paying attention to. It might . . . No, it will be messy, but Eren doesn’t truly care. If anything— he wants the scent and taste all over him, cradling the other’s balls with a roll of his thumb, then catches the rest of his member through a thick caress that’s loose enough to twist his palm across, and tight enough to tie every hint of pleasure his hand alone could give. “Want to go over the edge?”

[halfmoon]

His reply is delayed by the tantalizing texture of Eren's palm. His eyes shut for a moment, and without thinking about it, a subdued groan escapes from his throat. There's no doubt that he's close; that familiar sensation is starting to build in his pelvis. If he's lucky, he has a few seconds left.

"Yeah," he says when his eyes open, eyelids heavy and lips parted. Makoto knows Eren can't be very close himself, but he's trusting the dragon to have a plan in mind - something, he'd guess, having to do with those hips that keep twitching in his hands. He does his best to keep his grip around Eren's cock firm, but his attention starts to slip.

The pressure. It felt amazing. His heart pumps blood and blood that doesn't belong to him through his veins, into his cock. "Yes," he mutters, louder this time, and his hips buck as he feels it start to rush towards him. With another moan, he leans up to press his face into Eren's shoulder, wanting both the intimacy and the private as he comes sticky and hot onto his hands and his own stomach.

[usurpers]

The hot wetness bursting between them and onto Eren’s exposed belly was only a hint of the next turn to take. With Makoto’s face into his shoulder, Eren turns his own to push his nose into the side of his flushed face, drink his cries and savor the mess drenching in and out of his hand. Just the scent, the taste, the sweat that collects around his hair and gives him more more more of what Makoto is made of— a play of sensory excites him so much, that he feels the pressure of climax reaching a build too grand to stop.

The dragon’s hand slows, but doesn’t cease. He’ll send the other’s body and mind into a damn spin, fingers lathering, thumbing and teasing every and any drop left from his cock without retarding his own release. His hips would need aid to the vampire’s failing limbs, and help he does— taking Makoto’s trembling hands to guide him along a firm grip, Eren’s messy hand over his to pump through his dose of ecstasy, fast.

With the way he trembles, the way he nips and bites for the other’s neck between choked moans, he’s going to release at any moment, wetting dry lips and exposing his side, whispering a strained and final fuck, as he shudders madly.

[halfmoon]

While Makoto's hands are still trembling from his own orgasm, he feels a second spurt of something hot and wet splash onto his stomach and his wrists. He knows what it is, and it's an unexpected surprise - in the good way. Gasping and humming suppressed moans against Eren's shoulder, he follows his lead and continues to stroke and knead him even after his climax starts to pass. Cum drips across his knuckles and onto Eren's hands.

Makoto slumps back down against the roof, laying flat on his back and gasping to catch his breath. His hands slow down, not wanting this to pass into the realm of uncomfortable overstimulation. Similarly, a few more pearls of cum ooze from his tip while Eren milks him before finally stopping.

There's... a lot of cum right now. From both of them, but especially from the big-cocked horny dragon. Makoto carefully unwraps his fingers and pulls his hands away, but only a few inches. He doesn't really have anywhere to put them right now, and he's too busy soaking in the afterglow to care that much anyway.

[usurpers]

They are indeed, messy. Stimulation ends at just the right time, right between that little skip of time where you want more of it and going to far in a single extra stroke, causing any remaining pleasure to cut abruptly. Better to fall lose and surf the remaining waves until they simmer, causing Eren to roll onto his back almost uselessly, head turned sideways to allow a spot for his horns and knock his forehead close to Makoto’s.

His fingers, his belly, his pants, or what’s left of them are . . . The way they are. His thoughts swill and his concern still wavers, lifting his hand closer to his mouth, where his tongue could capture the scent closer. Scent-tasting turns into true tasting, shameless in doing so and enjoying his partner down to the last second. When his eyes refocus, to him laying there, a smile begins to spread between the heavens of his chest.

He doesn’t touch himself now— too sensitive for that, but he does shudder one last time before speaking.

“We’ll get cleaned up . . . Somehow.”

On a roof. With little clothes to work with. Why fret with stress? Eren laughs quietly, only huffs— but satisfied in every way, especially with the look of bliss on the vampire’s face.