middaeg | October catch-all [closed]

[ He shouldn't be surprised to hear such honesty and yet he is. It's difficult for Berserker to express when he wants and likes in this context; those with enough confidence to do so without being prompted are an oddity to him. Though...he's not about to complain. If this is what Everett's likes, he's more than happy to indulge him.

It's only when he feels his cock slide into the faun's throat that a louder sound escapes him. It's so sudden and unexpected (he's not unaware of his own girth, after all), he can't fight the loud moan. It takes all of his restraint to not hold Everett in place and savor the sensation. Berserker bends over a bit so he can drag his claws along the faun's skin, light at first. He likes to have his hair pulled, maybe he'll like scratching, too.

Exploring his sexuality is quite a bit more fun than he ever thought it would be, that's for certain. ]

[Everett's concrete control over the act escapes him the very moment claws begin to drag down his back. He makes a whimper of a noise, as he needs to more hastily pull Berserker's cock from his throat. It's not out of genuine panic, he merely needs some breathing room to gasp, shoulders and back tensing beneath the touch.

It's clear he likes that, perhaps in a conflicted manner. It takes him a moment to realize why something so simple would rush his heartbeat and it strikes him it's faun instincts flaring. Claws hit some primal part of himself to spike fear and Everett.... Everett loves that feeling. Being afraid is one of his favorite sensations.

He reaches both hands to clutch Berserker thighs, sucking the dragon back in deep as he steadies terrified and thrilled nerves. The muscles of his back are so tense they shake from it, back arching further, jutting his ass outward on thighs that wiggle some with arousal and anticipation for more. A shame his tail hadn't grown it, it would certainly be fluttering cutely if it was]

[ Oh ho, so he does like it. Berserker vaguely remembers him mentioning about thriving on fear, though he has trouble drawing the immediate connection. It's hard for him to think of himself as a predator with others having an instinctual fear of him because they're prey animals. It's not a dynamic he's quite used to -- while he's used to people fearing him as a cold-blooded killer and force of chaos, it's not the same. He claws at him a little bit harder, leaving darker lines; it's bordering on enough force to draw blood but not quite there.

While Everett's mouth is certainly fun, his ass is looking better and better. Come now and wait for his cock to harden up again or take what he wants right now...? Who is he kidding, immediate gratification is better. Berserker's grabs his hair forcefully to pull him back. ]

Stop. I want to fuck you properly...

[The abrupt hair pull swing Everett away from the thick cock, leaving Everett with his mouth agape and separated. His face is thoroughly flush, glasses askew, hair sticking to his skin. He doesn't bother to snap his jaw shut, drool pouring over the corners of his lips, panting open mouthed a moment to hear Berserker's command and then his desire.

There's no hesitation]

Yes. Yes, please, [fuck, wreck him, he's absolutely feeling a wild and feral mess about now. His sense of composure shattered in the wake of giving head and those claws down his back. Feeling the cock in his mouth only made him want it elsewhere, all the more. His eyes glance to the side, to his bed stand]

G, get a lot of lubricant and. And that's all you'll need. I can handle it. [don't waste time, is the implication there. A benefit of age and experiences; Everett knows what he can handle. Some lengthy prep is not required nor wanted, he knows what his body is capable of well enough]

[ He's not about to question it. His rational mind is long gone, the feral instincts heightened by the moons settling in to replace it. He wants to absolutely ruin Everett and fuck him so hard he won't remember his own name. Though he's in a hurry, he does take a moment to drink in the sight of the disheveled faun in front of him, his cock throbbing in turn. More...

Nightstand. Right. He digs out something that can be used as lube and pours it into his hand. The way he slicks up his cock is deliberately slow as he takes a moment to pleasure himself. Considering how ready to go he is, it's tough not to just finish himself off...How pathetic when there's something much better right in front of him.

Instead of asking for Everett to turn around, he manhandles him into the position he wants. Face down, ass up, ~~that's the way we like to fuck~~, Berserker rubs his cock in between his cheeks as a tease. ]

Now take it all.

[ Lowering his hips, he finds the faun's entrance and pushes in as much as he can in a single go. No hesitation, no mercy, just taking what he (and Everett) wants. ]

[The faun is happy to twist and turn in whatever way he's directed. Though, being pushed face down does make him scramble quickly to pull away his glasses and set them to the side. He's not thinking much beyond that, when the wet length of that cock rubs against him. Everett braces himself well, arms grappling down into sheets, legs locking tight, back arched in ready openness.

It serves him well enough, as he's pushed so wide by the dragon's cock. He lets out a groan two parts ecstasy, one part struggle, and one part relief. It feels damn good, to take so much at once, all delicious impulse. There's pain, but it's not too much, just on the edge of of what he can handle, the ideal place to be. He enjoys that fear he'll hit his limit and tip over, into something unpleasant, but knows himself well enough that this isn't too much. He spreads around Berserker, tight while still giving way.

There is a limit he approached, however. He takes about half of the dragon's cock before needing to speak out, clearly give some warning he was hitting a barrier]

H, hold- please. There. Ri, right there- [his shoulders shake, gasping for air, pressing his forehead down into the sheets he was clutching. It's just a moment to collect himself, before he can speak again, coach the man fucking him on how to best do so]

Pull back a, and... then you can move. Slowly- deeper. Deeper each time.

[ The immediate feeling of Everett opening up and his walls surrounding him gets a low, deep groan, the sound resonating in his chest. It's actually kind of impressive, again, how much he can take in one go. His experience definitely shows in ... questionable ways. Though it is a bit irritating to be told what to do, he is obedient and stops when he's told. If Berserker had been less in control of himself, it might have been different and resulted in him acting on a petty whim.

Slowly, he pulls back inch by inch until he's almost entirely out. He sits with just the head of his dick inside of the faun for a moment, then slides back in. A little deepr, but it's still not enough. There's already frustration building inside of Berserker as he repeats the process with a little less patience. The urgency builds until his thrusts become as impatient as he is, finally pressing all the way into the hilt. There his sits for a moment, giving Everett a moment to breathe. ]

Ready?

[Extremely questionable, given Everett's sometimes prudish reactions. He's glad it's not commented on, not just yet, adding some sense of embarrassment to this situation would likely not even read. He's too caught up in everything else. There's relief as Berserker takes his directions and follows, Everett muttering with what little breath he had to spare good, good.

When Berserker finally gets entirely inside him, bottoming out against his ass, Everett doesn't have those words. He whimpers, hands twitching in the bundled sheets before loosening. The older man lifts himself onto his arms, reaching forward. His fingers slot into his head board, glad it's a sturdy one. Something for leverage, something to hold himself against for the moment. Panting, he finally gets the strength to look over one shoulder.

Despite everything, he finds some composure. Leveling his gaze, there's determination and vanity there, presenting himself to be a beautiful mess.]

Yes... lad. [an implicit challenge, a sign he's not out of this game between them just yet. That should be appreciated, sought after, by a man like Berserker, who would get bored if Everett merely took without further effort. Not that this wasn't very difficult already, in all the best ways.]

[ While he appreciates the beautiful mess presented to him (in some ways, it reminded him of Diarmuid), Everett's choice of words annoys him. Lad...Really? That's what he decided to call him? Berserker narrows his eyes as he pulls back, gripping his hip tightly with one hand. He pushes back in, barely giving him a moment to think as he starts to fuck him in earnest, rough and deep but not necessarily fast. Claws get raked down his back, harder than before, wanting to draw blood now. It's an attempt to overwhelm his senses without actually touching his cock. ]

[The scratching returns and Everett loses that flash of composure. Berserker's claws are free to rake long, dark red marks across his back, though he would draw a line of protest if they dug deep. A prickle of blood- ah, that's fine, though. He can allow that, enjoy that, so long as he's not being scarred up. He's a bit too vain to allow that, though his back isn't exactly... pristine. Twenty years of traveling Myddvai's lands, of casual affairs with all manner of beings, well.. he has plenty of marks upon more intimate inspection. These will just be the most recent.

It spikes that fear drive again, but this time, it's all the quicker funneled into raw lust. He gasps, head slumping downward, though his arms on the headboard are strongly held, as is the swoop of his back. No giving in, not just yet.

He whimpers needily, eagerly, and the hips in Berserker's other hand roll backward, not meeting the slow pace but escalating it. Quicker, he wants, he's desperate for, bouncing his ass against the massive cock inside him.]

[ He has no interest in scarring those he fucks -- marking them temporarily is more satisfying. A permanent mark means he has no reason to leave more if there's a next time and that's no fun. It's easy for him to walk the fine line between too much and too little pressure, little beads of blood welling up in the wake of his claws. There's no need to do anymore damage than he already has, so he presses his palm into the scratches. A little more pain to heighten the fear response.

Berserker denies Everett's want for a faster pace, digging his claws into his hips to stop him. It's rare he wants to take control so like hell he's going to ignore this urge. ]

You'll take what I give you and be grateful for it.

[ His grip loosens and he resumes the same slow rhythm as before, making sure Everett feels each plate and stud on his cock with every thrust. Methodical, calculating, and a little bit cruel. ]

[The marks being left, the prickle of wet, the pressing into those breaks and massaging down into them- it does everything Berserker intends. Everett gasps, moans in a deep and dark manner, enjoying something he feels he shouldn't. His body and instincts tell him it's painful and fearful.

Yet, he's enraptured with it, that terror. It's so exciting, a thrill seeker like Everett couldn't be more satisfied, more indulged by this.

And yet... contradictory to that... He only moans out deeper when denied the control of his own motion. All he can do is wiggle needily in Berserker's grasp. Be told he'll be fucked in the way Berserker wishes and he'll like it. It's easy to like that, simple and gratifying to be told and to accept it. Each thrust makes him moan long and throughout the action, chanting on thoughtless repeat]

Yes- Yes, yes... yes- I am- I'm grateful- [ah- he can't hold himself back- Not from words and not much longer from orgasm-] a, and close..!

[ How beautifully ruined and completely undone Everett looks and acts is enough for him to grant some mercy. The mindless chanting is the icing on the cake...Ah, this is actually enjoyable when you let it be, isn't it? A thought for later. For now, he picks up the pace, fast and hard; it's like he wants to make it tough for the faun to walk the next day. The dragon's quite close himself, but this is a challenge and he will not lose (despite that not being a part of the original challenge...) ]

Come for me.

[ He manages to say despite the fact he's quickly losing his composure. His rhythm is losing its steady beat as his hips start to slam against Everett's ass much more sporadically. ]

I will- Yes! Yes- I--! [his voice cuts and he bites into his bottom lip, moaning in his throat through his orgasm. The erratic last moments do him in, thoroughly. He clutches the headboard hard enough to turn his knuckles white, straining the fabric of his gloves. His back and ass and thighs all tense, his cock spraying into the sheets beneath him.

He doesn't give way, the release not settling in just yet. He'll be resilient and tight around Berserker, wring him out through his own orgasm. It'll take some time for Everett to actually slack with relief, his heart beating too fast and his body too wound up to slump.]

[ It's good that he doesn't go slack quite yet, the extra tension from his orgasm and fear hastening Berserker along to his own climax. With a loud, sudden moan, he presses himself in completely and drapes himself over Everett, an arm wrapping around his chest. He bites into his shoulder, muffling another cry, as he comes, filling Everett to the brim with his seed.

There he stays in the brutal embrace, panting, for just a few moment longer. The dragon releases the bite, then his grip before he rolls his hips back to pull out of him. Ah...He's a little messy, the trickles of blood from the scratches smeared against his tattoos. It's fine. ]

[That bite, that sink of teeth into his shoulder, really draws out Everett's own pleasure. It's all perfectly intense and overwhelming, from Berserker's weight pressing down on him to the spill of cum inside of him. He savors all of, panting heavily and steadily.

Though Berserker is able to slip out of him, Everett reaches out to catch him before he's too far. He hooks his hand around the back of Berserker's hair, tugging him back down over a shoulder. Turning his head, he tries to catch the man's lips for a kiss, something doting and affectionate in the wake of all that. Even if he misses, only catch the corner of Berserker's mouth, he still hums contentedly, wishing to nuzzle the man]

Wonderful... Wonderful, lad, that's felt... marvelous.

[ The kiss catches him off-guard, far more intimate than he'd expected. He allows it, though, and lets Everett nuzzle him, even. Berserker doesn't quite understand the concept of aftercare, it seems. ]

You answered my challenge well... [ He gives the faun a little kiss before attempting to back away again. ] Maybe you can answer it again sometime.

[Well, it's about time he learned, then. Everett appreciates the kiss, but Berserker shouldn't be getting away with just that token gesture. He pulls the dragon with a teasing tone, calming down finally in his exhaustion, smiling gently]

That I did... a, and if you desire to enjoy such a challenge again, you best stay and clean this mess of ours. Tend to these sc, scratches upon my back, gently so... [he'll loosen his hold after that, allowing Berserker his free reign over the house]

There are clean towels and warm water in a kettle, both kept by the hearth. Be a darling and fetch them for me, please. [hopefully Berserker obliges, it would be good for the man to learn some good manners on how to follow up with a partner. If he wants to fuck Everett again, he'll not abandon him so abruptly.]

[ It would be so much easier just to leave, but Berserker is a mess, too. He also has a feeling if he just got dressed and left, he'd never hear the end of it from Everett. He gets up without a word to fetch the kettle and towels, returning a few moments later.

The dragon barely takes care of his own needs, taking care of someone else's is so alien to him. He stands next to the bed and holds out the items he retrieved. ]

Here.

[ He's really bad at this. ]

[While Berserker does well in fetching, Everett takes the time to breath and relax himself. The messiest sheets get pulled up and pushed aside. He'll deal with cleaning those later. The faun rests himself down flat on his chest and smiles softly when his partner returns.]

Set the towels in the wash basin and pour the water over them. Give them a moment to cool so you don't scald me, but I need some heat to clean out what you dug into me. The second I'll need to clean myself elsewhere... and third cloth shall be yours.

[a casual batch of orders, Everett knowing just how he should be taken of in the afterglow of this. Besides, best for Berserker to learn to care for his partners, not just for their sake, but for his own. If the dragon is starting to grow fond of people, it's important he indulge and act upon that fondness, so it's well nurtured.]

...Be glad I'm feeling generous.

[ He doesn't really like being ordered around, though he accepts it regardless. The basin gets filled, the towels placed in it. His first instinct is to take care of himself -- old habits and all that. He wrings out one towel and goes over to Everett. It's cooled off enough to not burn but still warm enough to be pleasant against the raw skin. He's meticulous in the way he cleans up the scratches, using enough pressure to be thorough but not enough to be painful.

Just to be petty, he leaves the towel on the faun's shoulder. Berserker does fetch a second one for him and offers it to him. ]

Here.

[The prideful comment gets a little chuckle from Everett, who relaxes into the attention to his back. It stung, but in a good way, putting his mind at ease to have the scratches tended to. He answers sincerely and warmly, as he reaches to take the second towel for himself.]

I'm very grateful, my dear. Thank you. [A gentle caress to Berserker's wrist as he takes the towel for himself, needing it to clean the mess from his ass and legs and front- which he prefers to do for himself, really.

When that's done, he'll sit himself up and offer to take the last towel]

Would you like me to clean you up, in return?

[ This is such weird territory for him that he's a little bit uncomfortable. There's a part of him that want to tell Everett no so he can get dressed and leave, but another part of him wants to push through the discomfort and accept the off.

The latter part wins. ]

... I'll let you, if that's what you want.

[ Because framing it that way is easier to accept. Accepting that he has his own wants is still so difficult. He's getting better about it, but it's a struggle. ]

It is. [Everett asserts, reaching for where he set aside his glasses, needing to see again. After that, he's gesturing for the dragon to be closer. Sitting himself on the edge of the bed, Everett reaches for his companion to dote upon him in turn. Running the clean, warm cloth over skin and scales, he reaches from his chest down to his groin. Clever as ever, his hands, just firm enough to get everything clean without being uncomfortable.

Berserker will be tidy as is possible with just that, rather than a proper bath. Everett will take a moment to look up and down the man, before settling on meeting his gaze, smiling all the while]

A pleasure to meet your challenge, my dear. Do call upon me in future, when you feel another competitive urge. [+1 booty call option, added to your roster, Berserker]

October catch-all [closed]

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