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[ 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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