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[ 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. ]

[ It may as well be Berserker's version of "good job".

He strokes Waver's hair again as he settles against him. His breathing is still heavy and his heart pounds in his chest. Part of him feels like he should bail out now -- he did what he wanted to do. He feels like he made up for what happened in Dorchacht and offered physical comfort for Waver. Actions were better than words for him. A larger part of him wants to stay here for a little while longer and wait for his dick to get soft again. It's fine, he can ignore it for now. ]

You're pretty good at that... [ That's high praise from him, okay? ]

Mmh... yeah?

[ Waver murmurs, lips against Berserker's stomach. His eyes flutter, half-shut, one hand idly sliding along Berserker's abs to pillow his cheek. He might be fishing for more praise, just a little. ]

Are you... surprised?

[ How close Waver is isn't helping. Berserker shuts his eyes and tries to draw his attention anywhere but his still hard dick. He forces his breathing to steady -- it's a battle to regain control over his own body. Probably a futile fight, but oh well. ]

Yes. [ Blunt as ever. ] But you are always determined to do your best, even if you aren't sure of yourself...And you did very well.

[ That was exactly what Waver wanted to hear, even if he can so rarely articulate it. His ears grow warm(er), tail quivering happily. Waver lifts his head enough to rest his chin on the back of his hand, fingers splayed over Berserker's belly.

He looks up through his lashes and a few wisps of hair hanging messily over his eyes. ]

Don't underestimate me.

[ Is that a joke? Waver offers the vaguest smile, cheeks flushed, before he ducks his head again shyly and nuzzles him. ]

You're, erm... [ Waver's free hand settles on Berserker's lower stomach briefly, fingers sliding down to indicate but not quite touch. ]

Still...

[ He pulls his hand away, and reaches up to brush the hair out of his face. ]

D'you want to... er... more?

[ How cute...Waver's reactions are so endearing. Despite how Medb's wish and the Grail's corruption affected him, he still has a soft spot for dogs and dog-like behaviors. Best not to think about that right now.

Berserker opens his eyes at the question, looking a little bit embarrassed. Ah, that's the question, isn't it? Of course he wants more, but is he willing to ask for it? He averts his gaze for a moment. Being honest with his desires is still a tall order. ]

...Only if you do.

[ There. Perfect. Flawless. Frame it as someone else's want instead of owning it yourself. ]

[ ...of course.

Waver ducks his head again, flushed and warm, hiding in his hands and Berserker's stomach. ]

I suppose I... could be... persuaded.

[ He's excited again. Even if he's lying down across Berserker in a way where he can't see it, Waver can certainly feel it, the urge to rub off against the mattress more difficult to suppress the more he thinks about it. He holds still, trying not to squirm. And to think, he hadn't been sure he even wanted to do this...

Now he's embarrassing himself so much. He can't believe he got so worked up again. And why? Berserker fucking his mouth like that, it should have been uncomfortable or even unpleasant but it wasn't, and the scent and taste are still heavy in his senses. It's difficult to stay calm under these circumstances, even after coming once already. ]

[ It's kind of cute how flustered Waver is. The way he hides his face is endearing. Strange. Berserker's softening up in some ways and it's weird. A part of him certainly isn't softening, however...

An idea strikes him as he strokes Waver's ears with a gentle hand. Fucking him may be too much right now, but something similar might be a good alternative. ]

Do you want to be on top or would you rather be beneath me?

[ Either way will work, so he leaves it up to Waver's preference. ]

[ Waver so obviously loves having his ears petted like that. If he was a cat, he'd have been purring. Instead, he nuzzles into the touch, pressing himself close eagerly.

When he'd said he could be persuaded, he'd clearly meant he already had been, so it's a good thing Berserker picks up on that without Waver having to say it too bluntly. The question gives him pause. ]

I don't know.

To do... what?

[ He thinks he has an idea. It's the obvious one, of course. His stomach tenses, the heat becoming somehow even more obvious between his legs when he thinks about it, the thought of Berserker inside--

Does he want to go that far? He's a little amazed at Berserker's stamina. ]

[ Now how does he word this? It's so awkward to say it out loud. The hand petting Waver stills for a moment as he struggles with exactly how to say this. If the turnskin looks carefully, he may even see Berserker's face flush with embarrassment for a moment. ]

...Not to fuck you, but something similar. [ Ah, yes, there's the bluntness. ] Do you have any oil or anything?

[ Waver lifts his head just in time to see the uncharacteristic blush. It's... cute. He can't help but stare a little, though the reason is in part due to lack of understanding. ]

Something... similar?

[ He has no idea what that could possibly mean. And they need lubricant still? Waver fidgets, his pulse beating faster. He's self-consciously aware of his erection when he moves to sit up at last, crawling over to the side of the bed. It's not far; the bed is narrow.

He fishes out some oil, faintly scented. Sandalwood, perhaps. Something vaguely floral.

He's redfaced as he hands the bottle over, barely meeting Berserker's eyes. ]

I don't mind... being beneath you. If I don't like it, we can just, er, swap...?

[ He takes the bottle from him, feeling less sure about this suddenly. It's fine. It's a little weird, but it feels good...Hopefully it'll feel good for both of them. For now, he applies a generous amount of oil to his cock before setting the bottle aside.

Berserker shifts a little bit because this is going to take some maneuvering on the small bed. ]

Lay down on your stomach, then.

[ Moving carefully over one another on the small bed, Waver hands off the oil and gets down on his hands and knees, then settles onto his stomach as bidden, all the while casting curious and slightly nervous glances back at Berserker. He can't really see from this angle, but he can smell the oil and hear the slick movements behind him.

The sound makes his stomach flutter and clench with anticipation, heart thumping fast against the inside of his ribs. He swallows hard, trying to settle down.

There's something exciting about not quite knowing what Berserker is up to behind him, or what he plans to do, but the anticipation isn't the bad sort. Waver has come to the point where he trusts Berserker far more than he realized, it seems. He doesn't think even for a moment that Berserker would take advantage of his vulnerable position. ]

Erm... h-how should I...?

[ He's just flopped on his stomach now. Still wearing his unbuttoned shirt, which clings to his back and shoulders. His hair's a mess from Berserker's attentions, and his ears flick back, turning as much as they can to catch every sound. ]

...You trust me, don't you?

[ It's not a question, rather a statement of fact. They've come a long way from posturing at each other when they first met. Mm, something to think on later. There's more pressing issues at hand. ]

Stay there.

[ It's a command, but a gentle one. Using the excess oil on his hand, he slips it between Waver's thighs. His touch is deliberate and purposeful, though not entirely detached. He cups his balls for a moment before his hand slides forward to stroke his cock. It's just a momentary touch, though, and he soon moves away.

Berserker straddles Waver's thighs, his hands coming to rest on either side of his chest. His cock presses between his thighs as he lowers himself down, curving down between Waver's length and the mattress. He stays there for now as he tries to instruct him further. This is difficult for him... ]

Press your legs together...

[ The question -- observation -- leaves Waver feeling inexplicably embarrassed. It should be a good thing. And it's not like it isn't. But also, his chest feels funny and fluttery and his face is burning. He can only manage a nod.

Yes. Keep going.

The command is well-received; he stays, not even straining to look over his shoulder anymore but waiting with twitchy anticipation.

Waver flinches a little in surprise as Berserker's fingers slide down his thigh, raising goosebumps along the soft flesh in their wake. He doesn't know what to expect, and for a moment, Waver tenses, half-expecting Berserker to touch his ass. But his hand slides lower, slick with oil, pressing between Waver's thighs on either side to his vague confusion. ]

Ah-- [ He makes a noise when Berserker cups his balls, breathy, hips twitching into his palm as he reaches up further. But then, Berserker pulls back, and Waver can feel him shifting around behind him again. His legs along the outsides of his thighs, bed dipping under his weight when Berserker rests his hands on either side of him. ]

Um... what are you...?

[ It feels alarmingly like Berserker intends to start fucking him after all, from the way his weight lowers, hips aligning. Waver feels his cock brush the curve of his ass.

But then, before he can form a real protest, Berserker does something else. The sensation is foreign, a little strange. His thighs are slippery with the oil; Berserker's cock slides through with little friction, and as his hips press down, Waver can feel the weight of him, and the length of him curving against his balls. It makes him shiver.

He's starting to understand. ]

Ah... okay.

[ Legs together. Waver tenses his thighs around Berserker's dick. His tail twitches, brushing against Berserker's stomach. ]

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