middaeg | October catch-all [closed]

[ 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. ]

L-like this?

[ The extra pressure is just what he wants. It gets a soft, pleased sigh in response. He lowers himself down just a little, trying his best not to crush Waver's tail in between them (monstrous changes are so inconvenient sometimes). ]

Just like that. [ He whispers, breath hot against his ear. ] You're doing so well.

[ His hips roll back for a moment before bucking forward again. The pressure and warm, smooth skin of his thighs feel so good against him. He angles his thrusts so his cock rubs against Waver's, trying to give him more pleasure. It may not be penetration, but it doesn't mean Berserker's going to completely neglect what feels good for him. ]

[ His tail tucks down a little, curled between them, giving him room to get as close as possible. Waver likes the feeling of Berserker's weight settling on top of him, the heat of his skin. The whisper of his breath making his ear twitch.

And he likes being told, out loud, that he's doing well. It sends a thrill of warmth through him that makes Waver's thighs tense and quiver, makes his face flush hot and his breathing catch. He grips the sheets beneath him for leverage, and gasps when Berserker finds the angle that gives him just enough friction too.

Waver can feel the shape of him even like this, the texture unexpected but not unpleasant. He lets out a soft moan, allowing it to escape when he realizes he's been biting his lip; it says he likes this, that it feels good.

His own hips move, rocking haphazardly between Berserker's body and the mattress beneath, the friction against the sheets making him shudder and hiss. ]

C-can you...?

[ He stammers, struggling to voice what he wants but trying not to be ashamed of wanting it to feel as good as it can for him too. Damp sheets aren't the ideal way to rub off. ]

Ah... reach under... and u-use your hand?

[ It feels more intimate, more personal to be close to him like this. He no longer wants sex to be such a detached act like it used to be for him, not since he's found enjoyment in it. Berserker nuzzles against his neck in a surprisingly affectionate way. Maybe it's easier to act like this right now because Waver's not looking at him. He doesn't let himself think too long on that, though, because of that honest request. ]

Of course.

[ His hips still for a moment as he reaches beneath Waver, wrapping his hand around his cock. He starts move again with a quiet, pleased sound, stroking in time with his thrusts. This feels better, knowing he's giving Waver more and it's not just focused on his own pleasure. It's more arousing this way, too; something he's noticed is that he actually likes pleasing his partners. ]

Good? [ He asks in a low, somewhat strained voice. ]

[ Waver lifts his hips a little, adjusting their position, and buries his face in the pillow with a soft moan as Berserker begins stroking him in steady rhythm. Berserker's warm breath on his neck feels nice, intimate.

Waver tries to squeeze his thighs tighter together dutifully, shivering beneath him. His hips rock shallowly, cock sliding through Berserker's slick fingers, the friction of Berserker's cock between his legs adding more heat and sensation. ]

Y-yeah... Feels good. You can go a little... harder.

[ Berserker would praise him more, but he's a little too caught up in pleasuring them both in other ways. It's hard for him to split his attention in sexual situations -- he gets too caught up in how good everything feels or his partner's reaction for him to say much.

He does pick up the pace, becoming a little more forceful in his motions. It's still a controlled, steady rhythm, now punctuated by harder thrusts. Berserker's hand on his cock stays steady, not wanting to overwhelm him. He keeps adjusting his angle to find the most pleasurable sensation for himself. The better this feels, the harder it is for him to maintain his careful control. Quiet, needy sounds that border on frustrated accompany each thrust, his whole body tense over Waver. It's a maddening game of self-denial he continues to play -- this is all for Waver, what he wants comes second. ]

[ The motion and rhythm still feels like being fucked, almost maddeningly so. It makes Waver's body tense and shiver, his panting breaths damp and hot against the edge of the pillow as he bucks his hips between Berserker's body and his hand. It's easy to lose track of himself like this, let the pleasure wash over him, building steadily with Berserker's soft noises egging him on.

Waver comes with a low groan, jerking beneath him and making a mess of the sheets. ]

[ It's the sight and feeling of Waver coming that pushes him over the edge. The warm, sticky seed in his hand, the way he shifts beneath him, and that lovely sound he makes...Berserker is satisfied that he's satisfied and so he allows himself to let go of that last bit of control. A few rough, hard thrusts and he lets out an unrestrained cry as he comes between Waver's thighs.

Berserker rests down on his elbow as he carefully takes his hand off of Waver's spent cock and settles down alongside him. There's a part of him that feels bad for the mess he just made, but...it's fine. The mess on his hand, though, he can handle. Without hesitation, he licks the cum from his hand before just...wiping it on the sheets. They already need to be changed, it's fine. ]

...Thank you. [ He says quietly. ] You did very well.

[ For a few moments, Waver lies still, panting and catching his breath. Once again, Berserker's soft encouragement warms him, like a gentle hand stroking down his back, and in response Waver shifts to turn over just enough to lie on his side instead. Heedless of the mess for now, he curls up, back to Berserker's chest, snuggling in close. ]

That... [ he manages shyly after a minute of comfortable, if slightly awkward, silence. ] ...felt nice.

[ He hadn't planned on it, but Waver doesn't regret it, even if he's probably going to be a bit embarrassed for a while. Still, if they'd both enjoyed it... and he knows both of their partners don't mind... He'll try not to be so sheepish. For now, at least, he just wants to enjoy the warmth together. ]

[ He isn't expecting Waver to snuggle up to him, though he doesn't mind it. Berserk drapes his arm over him to draw him just a little closer. A curious noise -- a deep, pleasant rumble -- resonates in the dragon's chest. He's content to lay here for a bit, fighting sleep. Maybe a nap with Waver after that...regardless of the mess. It's fine. ]

[ ...oh. That's an unexpected sensation, and sound. Like a purr.

It's pleasant. Waver smiles faintly, closing his eyes and letting his arm rest over Berserker's draped around him. ]

You can stay... if you like.

[ As if it seems either of them is going anywhere right away. ]

[ Berserker just gives a sleepy nod in response, enough to that Waver can feel it. It's useless to fight it anymore, a nap is happening whether or not he wants it to. He nuzzles against Waver's neck and closes his eyes. As he drifts off, the purr slowly gives way to steady breathing. His mind is at least at ease now after what they went through together in Dorchacht. ]

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