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[ Berserker is anticipating the hand in his hair and is almost disappointed when he stops short. It's something equally hard for him to voice, a little bit embarrassing. It's so rare he feels that kind of emotion that he doesn't know what to do with it for a moment. He hesitates for a moment as he finds the words. ]

...Go head. You can pull it, if you want.

[ Because I like it is what he can't say. It's not because it's weird that he likes the sensation (he doesn't mind roughness in that way at all -- pain is something he's quite familiar with), it's because he's still unused to wanting anything for himself. His likes and wants never mattered before, why should they matter now?

With that said, though, he runs his tongue along the length of Waver's cock. It snakes around the ridge and over the tip before he takes the head into his mouth, suckling lightly at it. Despite not having too much experience with this (and the fact his mouth is a dangerous place for anything sensitive), he's found he actually likes to suck dick. ]

O-okay.

[ Even if he doesn't say it in as many words, Waver takes his meaning. His hand finishes settling on the back of Berserker's head, claws gently combing through his loosely tied-back hair until he finds the place it's gathered into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. ]

Mmmh... Ah...

[ Waver sighs, hips rolling up shallowly as Berserker's mouth wraps around him. The texture of this tongue rubbing along the most sensitive parts of his dick makes Waver's fingers tighten, catching in Berserker's ponytail. He can pull if that's what Berserker wants. It might be what happens automatically, honestly; he can't help himself.

Waver grips the base of Berserker's ponytail tightly, heels digging into bed as he struggles to keep still and not just buck up carelessly into the feeling. ]

[ The gentle tension feels good and serves as another source of feedback. He slowly starts to bob his head, taking in a bit more of Waver's cock with each pass. He carefully strokes whatever isn't in his mouth with the same rhythm, saliva slicking his touch. His motions are eager, yet methodical; he's trying to not get too into it, if only because he doesn't want to make Waver come just yet.

His claws gently press into the sensitive skin on the turnskin's thigh where his free hand rests, a slightly tentative touch. It's a different sensation for him to focus on and it allows Berserker to ground himself, in a way. Exploration instead of a means to an end. ]

Oh...!

[ The pinpricks of Berserker's claws on his inner thigh startle Waver out of his slow descent into mindlessly rocking up into Berserker's mouth. His hips shudder, breaking the rhythm, goosebumps prickling along his thigh.

It almost tickles, but not... quite. ]

K-keep doing that... there...?

[ He manages, shy but clearly intrigued. ]

[ The way Waver bucks into his mouth feels good -- half the reason he's keeping his hands occupied is to keep them off of his own aching need. He looks up for a moment without stopping what he's doing, a little surprised that Waver asked for more without being prompted. They really are learning, aren't they?

He does as he's asked, gripping his hand a little tighter before spreading out his fingers. A gentle scratching of his claws along Waver's inner thigh. ]

Haah--

[ Waver's gasp catches in his throat, devolving into a noise almost like a squeak. His hips buck again, not intentionally this time-- an automatic reaction to the way Berserker's claws on the thin, hypersensitive skin on the inside of his thigh sends a shock through his lower body.

The feeling of Berserker's mouth and hand on his dick feels great, of course-- but that's a familiar sensation, satisfying as it is. Waver didn't expect the teasing on other parts of him to be so good, or for his thighs to feel so sensitive when touched lightly like this. It quickly distracts him, the pleasure helping to chase away his embarrassment; he wants more.

Waver's legs fall open further. He lifts his knee, bracing his heel on the bed, spreads his thighs to give Berserker better access, and whines. ]

[ He drags his claws up to the curve of his ass, keeping the same pressure as before. Red lines trail in their wake, stark against Waver's pale skin. He keeps this up for a few more moments before he pulls off of his cock. His mouth is wet, lips swollen, and his breathing heavy. If he'd let himself go too much longer, he wasn't going to stop before it was too late. He shifts down a little bit lower so he can kiss his thighs where he'd been scratching them. The kisses are intermingled with gentle nips to build greater sensation.

Berserker looks up at him again, resting his head against his leg. ]

What...What else can I do for you?

[ His normally submissive nature is making itself known again. ]

[ The soft skin at the curve of his ass and thigh turns out to be one of those spots that makes Waver jump, his voice escaping helplessly in a startled whimper. His thighs quiver, toes curling into the sheets, breathing gone short and ragged. Each movement of Berserker's mouth and tongue over his dick brings him closer, the tension building in his pink-striped thighs and tightening in his balls.

Waver gasps aloud, gripping Berserker's hair tightly, almost ready to let go--

And then, Berserker pulls off him, and the cooler air hits Waver's wet cock with a suddenness that makes him dizzy. It drags him back from the edge, even though his hips are still moving, twitching up, his body realizing belatedly that Berserker has stopped. At least, stopped doing that.

His lips on Waver's scratched-up thighs feel so good, that slightly too-cool temperature a perfect contrast to the feverish heat of the reddened skin beneath. Waver's breathing stutters; he keeps trying to even it out and failing to take a deeper breath, distracted by Berserker's teeth. The prick of his fangs draws forth that breathless little squeak of a sound once more. ]

Ah--! Berser--

[ Waver holds onto his hair without paying attention to his grip anymore, or how much it pulls. He's panting, glassy-eyed and overwhelmed, drenched with Berserker's spit and his own precum where his cock bobs against his lower stomach with the shallow rocking of his hips. ]

Mmmhaa... I... You...

[ Waver's fingers loosen a bit on his hair when Berserker rests his cheek on his thigh, giving him a small break. He's having trouble gathering his breath -- and wits -- enough to articulate what he wants. The answer is a jumbled rush of lust and heat and excitement he doesn't have words for. ]

Will you... your mouth... again?

[ Waver's unrestrained pulling on his hair actually gets a verbal response, a low (but not displeased) groan. He grits his teeth, his body tensing as he almost relishes in the pleasant, sharp pain. The tension leaves when his grip relaxes. Between that and the sight of Waver and his reactions, he's painfully aroused.

A few more gentle kisses to the reddened skin of his thigh and Berserker shifts back up. He must have gotten him very close to have him this desperate and struggling to even speak. Instead of using his hands at all, he takes Waver's cock into his mouth, immediately taking him down to the hilt. He swallows around him as his tongue slides along the underside of his shaft, holding there for a moment before pulling back. He keeps bobbing his head all the way down, his cock sliding into his throat with each pass. Overwhelming is a good way to describe his enthusiasm for this right now and probably a good way to describe the sensations he's giving. ]

[ He had been close. For a while, Waver had been trying to hold back, but now that he's been right on the edge and then frustratingly dragged back, he's even more eager and desperate than before. He just wants to let go.

And so, he does. The tension and heat of Berserker's throat squeezing the head of his cock with each pass is enough, and quickly. Waver's hips jerk up, his fingers tightening again on Berserker's hair in an automatic spasm as his back arches, body shuddering. He's too caught up in it to be considerate; in retrospect, he's going to be very embarrassed. But right now, there's only this, and how good it feels, and how the pleasure flashes white-hot behind his eyelids as his thighs go tense.

Waver comes, bucking up into Berserker's mouth and throat, his own lips parted wide with a quiet, tremulous keening noise that catches in his throat. ]

[ There it is. He knew there was no way Waver could endure that for long, especially with how close he'd driven him to the edge beforehand. Every drop is eagerly swallowed before he pulls away. Berserker pushes himself up, propped up on one hand. He wipes his mouth with the back of his free hand, lips still swollen and reddened.

His focus had been solely on Waver and his wants while denying his own. He's fine with that, honestly. It eased some part of his mind, like it allowed him to make up for what happened in Dorchacht in some small way. What he wants isn't important in his view, even if he's so painfully hard right now it's impossible to ignore. ]

...Are you satisfied? [ He lets his hand come to rest on Waver's inner thigh, gently stroking the sensitive skin with the pad of his thumb. ] Or is there more you want?

[ Waver's still shivering, a muscle in his thigh twitching beneath Berserker's touch as he catches his breath. He groans softly, opening his eyes just enough to peer down at Berserker through the veil of his dark lashes. ]

Mmm... that was good, [ he breathes out a long sigh, looking ready to just about melt into the mattress.

But...

He's sated now, and less distracted. Even if Berserker's position between his legs mean he can't see it anymore, Waver knows the other man is far from satisfied himself. He'll take a few minutes to settle down first, but Waver doesn't intend to leave his partner high and dry ~~or hard and wet, as the case may be~~ either. ]

You're... very good at that.

[ It's a bit of a surprise to hear that. Not that he's ever had any complaints about it, of course, it's just ... unusual to hear that he's good at anything unrelated to battle. Berserker finally sits up fully, though he averts his eyes for now. He doesn't quite know how to respond to it, so he does it in the most honest way possible. ]

Mm, I like to do it. [ The raging boner he has right now is proof of that. ] It's...nice to know I'm good at it, too.

[ This is still really weird for him to talk about. Sex is still a weird thing for him, though he's gotten more comfortable with it. It's weird to like certain acts and weird to be an active participant. It's fine. He's managing. ]

[ It's still a weird thing for Waver too, though not for the same reasons. He's not used to how open many people seem to be about it here, and not used to giving in to his own desires or even acknowledging them. It hadn't been even close to a priority for him back home, and he hadn't felt comfortable being open about his sexuality for many reasons, but here, especially when spurred on by his newly animal instincts-- sometimes he can't even help himself. It's tremendously embarrassing, and yet somehow liberating at the same time.

He hasn't spent much thought on figuring out what actually feels good for him, much less letting himself indulge in enjoying it. Not until very recently. Now, it's all something he does want to explore... but doesn't quite want to admit. He's trying. ]

I- I think you are...

[ Waver's blushing furiously, and it's not all just from the heat of getting so worked up a minute ago. His fingers slide across Berserker's forehead, sweeping back stray hairs. ]

Th- there's more you want, though. Isn't there?

[ Berserker tilts his head up slightly at the touch. The question is so hard for him to answer; the idea of him wanting anything is still very hard for him to accept. There were no place for his own wants in the way he used to live, only what needed to be done. He was used to fulfill other people's desires and nothing more. It's difficult for him to give up on that mindset. ]

You don't need to do anything for me. [ It's not quite dismissive. It is unfair, though, and he knows it. ] But...If you want to, I'll let you.

[ It's not a great answer and he's expecting Waver to get annoyed with him for phrasing it that way, but it's the best answer he can give. ]

[ Waver is equally out of his depth. He's more annoyed at himself than anything, but not confident enough to insist. Unfortunately, he's not sure what he wants either-- apart from knowing he'll feel bad leaving Berserker unsatisfied after he was so attentive. But if Berserker really doesn't want to...

Waver hesitates, flustered and unsure.

He did notice the way Berserker lifted his head into the petting, though. That continues, his fingers sliding through the shorter hair on top of his head, claws scratching lightly at his scalp. ]

Ah, I... I do want to.

[ But he's not really sure what to do. He's not experienced or confident enough to offer to use his mouth too. Maybe he'll get there, but right now it sounds daunting. Ugh, he's so bad at this... it's just getting more awkward, the longer he hesitates. His face is burning so much he wants to cover it, squirming with embarrassment beneath Berserker still half on top of him.

Waver looks down at him, and sees the red marks lighting up his thighs in criss-crossing streaks. Even having just come, the sight is definitely still a little jolt. ]

...you have to tell me what you want.

[ He doesn't sound angry or even annoyed, just a little desperate. It's so embarrassing... ]

Do you want to, er, maybe... switch me spots?

[ The problem is he doesn't know what he wants. He knows what feels good and what he's liked in the past, but most of it's been guided. He's never asked for anything outright, just let himself be led in that direction. Berserker hesitates, which is weird for him. He's decisive in everything else except in this terribly unfamiliar territory.

Waver's suggestion is fine, though, and a good place to start. He reluctantly moves away from the petting to shift positions. ]

I don't know what I want, but...yes, let me lay down.

[ It's be easier that way, at least he thinks so. This is so awkward and a little uncomfortable...Maybe it'll get easier in time, but right now is a different story. ]

[ Weirdly, it's somehow... comforting, maybe even encouraging, hearing that Berserker doesn't know what he wants either. They're both fumbling here.

Though everything still feels pretty awkward, it actually takes some of the pressure off; he doesn't have to worry that he's doing something completely stupid if neither of them really knows what they want. Iskandar says that as long as it feels good and both of them are enjoying it, Waver shouldn't overthink it... right?

Waver's terrible at not overthinking things. If he's being honest with himself, it's a large part of why he's better at enjoying himself when his partner takes charge and overwhelms his focus before it can scatter. The thought is embarrassing.

Carefully, Waver scoots out from underneath Berserker. His bed is a bit small; it takes some rearranging. While Berserker scoots up and lies down, Waver slides over against the wall, settling down on his side facing Berserker. Watching him. ]

Here...

[ In all honesty, Berserker is... undeniably attractive. With his wits coming back to him now, Waver's back to confused fretting over how okay this is. It's not like Iskandar will mind, but it feels a little odd.

Not bad though. If he lets himself, he can actually admit he's enjoying this. He likes the way Berserker has been paying attention to him, and the things he's done so far feel good. It makes him want to reciprocate even more, and not just out of obligation.

His gaze slides down along Berserker's body, cheeks flushed hot. ]

Okay. Um... comfortable?

[ Sex isn't quite weird for Berserker, but it is weird to be active participant. It's not just an easy way to get someone to leave him alone, it's something to be enjoyed. It's a way to strengthen a bond or show his appreciation for someone. It's a pleasant diversion and not an annoying necessity. No longer just a means to an end. It takes some getting used to and he's willing to explore it with the right people. Waver's one of those people, a familiar, safe outlet who won't push his (extremely low) boundaries.

Berserker settles down on his back, wings spread out slightly and his tail resting alongside his legs. It's impossible to ignore how worked up he is in this position, fabric tenting over his crotch. His cock throbs as if to draw even more attention to it. It's not embarrassing for him, more irritating. He wants to control himself so much that something as simple as a boner is frustrating.

He turns his head to look at Waver, expression calm and neutral. It belies how horny he is and how much he'd like to have something, anything done in return. ]

Yes...Don't be nervous. Do what feels right and I'll tell you what I like. Does that sound alright?

[ It's his attempt to be reassuring. It's not great, but it's better than it used to be. ]

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[ It's a lot more reassuring than Berserker realizes. Waver already wants to-- he just needs a little encouragement.

He nods, sitting up some, and reaches over to finish unbuttoning Berserker's shirt first, though his eyes keep glancing down at the straining tent in his trousers. It's not that Waver wants to tease him. He's just working up to it. ]

Y-yeah... yeah, you're right.

[ His heart is racing, face burning up. Waver's fingers slide across Berserker's skin, parting the fabric of his shirt and letting it fall open, sliding down the firm plane of his stomach to hook into the front of his waistband. He tugs, more questioning than forceful. ]

Wanna take these off?

[ His muscles tense slightly as Waver's hand slides down his torso, accompanied by a soft exhale. He's still so unused to gentle touch, but at least he's stopped flinching away from it. It's taken him quite a bit of time to get comfortable with the fact it feels good. He arches just slightly into the touch, looking almost disappointed when he stops at his waistband. ]

Yes. [ Berserker reaches beneath himself to release a closure above his tail and resettles after a moment. These changes are so inconvenient in a number of way. ] Go ahead.

[ How calm his voice is belies how much he actually wants it right now. It's uncomfortable to be this hard in such a confining space. ]

[ Waver sits up a little more to let him move in whatever way Berserker needs to get his tail free. By now, he's very familiar with the extra work it takes to accommodate these new parts into 'normal' clothing. Once Berserker settles again and is clearly okay with Waver removing his trousers, he reaches over and unbuttons the front, finally tugging it down around Berserker's thighs.

There's nothing else constraining Berserker's cock after that. It juts out freely between his legs, fully hard and flushed, and... big. The sight makes Waver's belly squeeze, a jolt running through him. He'd almost forgotten about the slightly weird, draconic additions, but they don't deter him. He's... curious.

Without bothering to remove Berserker's pants the rest of the way, Waver scoots down along his body for a better angle and finally wraps his fingers around the shaft. It's soft at first, exploratory. It's new and makes him a little anxious, not having his partner be more vocal about what he should do or even outright telling him. The freedom to just figure it out himself is unnerving, and yet...

Waver glances up at Berserker's face, watching his reactions. There's something very satisfying about that too. ]

[ Berserker bites his lip as his erection is freed to hold back a noise of relief. He lets his hand rest on the back of Waver's head; it's a reassuring touch, plus it gives him more contact.

The immediate reaction to the hand on his cock is a quiet, pleasant sigh. His gaze, though still intense, softens a little bit. ]

Mm...That's good. Keep going.

[ It's a struggle to say what he wants and what feels good, but it's only fair that he do so. ]

[ Waver hadn't been sure if he wanted to attempt what Berserker did for him. He's still not entirely certain, but the soft touch to his hair and the encouraging noises and words from Berserker urge him on.

The awkward confusion over what to do quickly diverts into a desire to get more of that: to please Berserker and earn his pleasure in return.

Waver's fingers curl more firmly around him, finding direction in response to Berserker's reactions. He strokes from root to tip, still feeling him out but gaining confidence, thumb rubbing along the ridge beneath the head and curiously feeling out the little bumps there. ]

[ Berserker tries his best to keep himself still. He's trying not to intimidate Waver or push him beyond his comfort zone. Rocking his hips up into the touch may be pushing it a little too far. He does, at least, lift up just a little bit into it -- he can't entirely help himself.

It might be because he's already so worked up, but even the exploratory touch feels incredible. The thumb rubbing over the head of his cock gets the loudest response, loud enough for him to bite his lip to quiet it.

... Definitely denied himself for too long if he's reacting like that. ]

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