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[ 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. ]

[ ...oh. That sound. That was. Cute. The way Berserker tried to bite his lip to stifle it was cute, somehow.

Waver's flush deepens, embarrassed but pleased. He's getting more into this.

Despite Berserker's misgivings about reacting 'too much,' Waver seems to respond more eagerly when Berserker reacts obviously to something. The way he moves his hips tells Waver to keep going, his grip firming up and his pace quickening for a few strokes.

Before Berserker can get too much more worked up, though, Waver gentles his touch once again. He scoots down further, curling up alongside Berserker's thigh, body half draped over the front of his lap to reach.

Though Berserker's dick seems to be holding most of Waver's attention, he glances up through his lashes and the wisps of hair sticking to his brow, trying to get a glimpse of Berserker's expression.

Then, shyly, Waver ducks down to press his lips against the side of Berserker's cock. It's experimental, considering more. When he inhales, the scent of Berserker's arousal is almost overwhelming; it sets his heart racing, regular desire mixing with his rising animal urges in a startlingly potent rush. At this rate, he's not going to have any trouble working up to another round himself. ]

[ It's hard to overcome deeply ingrained defense mechanisms. Reactions signal weakness and that's still something he can't shake off. Even though they aren't in response to pain, it comes from the same place: it's something that can be exploited and used against him. It'll take time for him to finally let go.

It helps that he notices what does get through his defenses makes Waver respond in kind. So maybe it's okay to let a little weakness show through if it means it feels good. It's safe to show weakness around him, isn't it? Just like it is with Diarmuid. He has to rationalize it away in order to accept it.

Berserker's eyes are closed, squeezing shut a little tighter when something feels especially good. His lips are parted and his face is flushed. Waver hasn't really done all that much for him and he already feels unbearably close. His lips on his cock makes him suck in a sudden, sharp breath as he grips the back of his head a little tighter. ]

Keep going... [ Gentle encouragement that he can barely give voice to. ]

[ Between Berserker's enticing reactions, the spoken encouragement and the way his fingers tighten, pulling Waver's hair in a way that sends a shiver through him with a jolt, Waver doesn't need any more prompting. He opens his mouth and, without further ado, wraps his lips all the way around the head.

He doesn't really know what he's doing, but he tries his best. The taste is a bit odd, salty but not unpleasant, something that takes a little getting used to but doesn't make him want to stop. Careful of his teeth, Waver bobs lower experimentally, then pulls back to lick along the ridge where he knows it feels good, the tip of his tongue rubbing against the sensitive skin firmly.

He might not have a ton of experience doing this himself, but he's been on the receiving side of this multiple times. He has some idea, after all. And it's not like Diarmuid was complaining last time, either; even half-feral, Waver remembers that much, to his great embarrassment immediately after. ]

[ Berserker is not used to being on the receiving end here. It's only very recently he's started actually enjoying sex and even more recently that he's started exploring what he likes. Even if Waver's not that skilled at it, it feels good, almost overwhelmingly so. The immediate feeling of his lips wrapping around his cock draws a loud moan from him -- well, at least he's given up on restraining his reactions.

Berserker pets the back of his head, gently encouraging him further without words (mostly because he's finding it difficult to make words happen right now). His hips roll with Waver's motions, though he tries not to push too far, only going as far as he's given. Pre-come leaks from the tip as his dick throbs in his mouth. With how worked up he is, this may be a very short blowjob... ]

[ Waver's learning he quite likes it when his partners give vocal responses of their pleasure. Maybe it's because Iskandar is usually an enthusiastic and vocal participant in pretty much... everything he does. But even if it is just because that's what Waver is used to, he likes to hear that what he's doing feels good. There's a little thrill that comes with with knowledge that he caused someone to sound like that.

(On the flip side, he's the one who gets embarrassed and tries to stifle himself, so actually he's a hypocrite...)

Emboldened by the positive reactions and the petting, Waver continues what he was doing. He's not able to comfortably take Berserker very deep, but he makes up for it by lavishing him with attention where it hopefully feels good. The tip of Waver's tongue explores curiously along the contours of Berserker's cockhead, tracing each bump with interest. It gathers the taste of him as the dragon gets more worked up, licking out his slit, the attentions pointed and relentlessly focused on and around the tip of his cock. It might be a little overwhelming.

Waver is getting overwhelmed, himself, in a different way; the scent and taste fog his thoughts, tugging at base instincts. His panting breaths escape around his mouthful, nostrils flaring, ears back against his hair. He's hard again. ]

[ It is overwhelming. He covers his face with the crook of his elbow, somewhat frustrated with how easily he gives into himself. That's what's supposed to be happening and it really is okay for him to do it, but it's so hard to let go of that attitude.

Berserker's breathing gets heavier, his muscles tense up, and his grip on Waver's hair tightens. His attentions are so focused on the most sensitive part of his cock that he can't hold it back anymore. It doesn't help he'd gotten himself so worked up by denying himself, either. ]

I'm gonna... [ is all he manages to say before he comes rather suddenly. He shudders as his hips buck up, trying to push deeper into Waver's mouth as he rides out his climax. ]

[ One of Waver's hands braces on the bed beside Berserker's hip for balance when he starts to move, the other on Berserker's thigh. His claws dig in, not quite on purpose, as his fingers curl and push to hold him down on instinct when Berserker suddenly bucks.

The grip in his hair holds Waver in place, but he doesn't have time to even think about struggling. Berserker's hips shudder, insistent, and Waver just opens his mouth wider in a vague panic, not wanting to accidentally graze Berserker with his fangs. The taste floods his mouth, thick and startling; the girth of him forces Waver's jaw wider, the muffled whimper of his surprised discomfort catching in his throat.

Berserker must have been pent up. Or maybe it just seems to last longer when Waver's head is spinning and he can't breathe, and the erratic bucking of Berserker's hips forces his dick nearly down Waver's frantically swallowing throat. Cum spills past his lips, dripping down his chin. His claws dig into Berserker's quivering thigh. ]

[ Oops. A part of him feels vaguely bad for practically choking Waver. It's embarrassing to lose control like that. Giving into himself as wholly as he did is something he prefers to not do. Berserker strokes his hair before he takes his hand off of his head. ]

... You handled that better than I thought you would. Are you alright?

[ That's his way of saying sorry.

Even after that orgasm, his cock shows no signs of softening. In the right circumstances, he has no trouble going more than once and it seems like this is one of those times. ]

[ As soon as the pressure lifts from the back of his head, Waver pulls back on instinct, gasping and swallowing, coughing a little. He's not thinking. His head is swimming. His hands come up to catch the cum that drips off his chin and he licks them, eyes glassy with breathlessness and definite horniness too.

Waver leans his head toward Berserker's hand the moment he stops stroking his hair, silently demanding more.

His heart is still racing, pulse pounding in his head. In his cock. His nerves are on fire, eyes watering, chest tight-- and yet it feels amazing. Somehow, it had felt so satisfying.

Waver slides up along Berserker's body enough to curl up beside him, cheek on his stomach, catching his breath. He nods. ]

Mm-hmm... y-yeah... 'm okay.

[ 'Better than I thought' isn't exactly 'good job' but it's close. It's a spark of pleasure anyway, a little bit of defiance at exceeding expectations. Good. ]

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