middaeg | October catch-all [closed]

[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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