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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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[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.