Who: Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) and various When: Throughout Octeuril Where: various What: lots of things Warnings: Some NSFW threads, warnings in headers
[ Panic, that's what he does. Well, not really. He just lays back for a moment as he looks Ozymandias over. He didn't think he'd get this far, if he's being perfectly honest. It's obvious he's enjoying himself, if the cloth-covered bulge between them is to be believed. Berserker's hands come to rest on the pharaoh's hips as he rolls his own. The friction feels good and, as a result, his motions are a little more confident. It's still so weird to want this and be an active participant. His hangups with sexual intimacy are hard to overcome, but between the moons and the mist, it's a little bit easier right now. ]
[The hands at his hips don't come as much of a surprise, seeming a natural progression to the way he's curiously felt at other parts of Ozymandias, but the rise and push of Berserker's hips cause a gasp to slip out of Ozymandias. His hand leaves Berserker's chest to grip at his wrist instead, pressing his hips back eagerly in return as he finds Berserker's lips again.]
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