Though Waver's stopped struggling, he tests Ozymandias a little more, rebelling in small ways when he's kissed. He resists at first, forcing him to be rougher to get his lips to part-- then nips and bites in return, meeting Ozymandias's punishing force with the same for as long as he can. He pushes himself until he's lightheaded, panting shallowly against the sharp mouth covering his, until his breaths are wheezing past the squeezing tension around his throat and his body starts to go slack.
Beneath Ozymandias's hips, though, his dick is undeniably hard.
As the grip around his throat eases, leaving behind faint red marks on the fair skin, Waver sucks in a soft hiss of a breath, and then another, exhaling in a whine. His head drops back, the curve of his throat vulnerable and exposed, showing his softest parts instinctively. It's a clear submission to the larger, stronger predator, a willing surrender, finally subdued.
It's clear from the way he sighs and arches beneath Ozymandias in response to the warm licks that he's been thoroughly convinced.
The low sound that emits from Ozymandias is nearly a purr as Waver submits. Nuzzling at Waver might seem an affectionate gesture given how much gentler it is compared to the treatment Ozymandias has given him so far, but that's not the purpose. Nuzzling allows Ozymandias to breathe in Waver's scent and leave behind his own; the first of how Ozymandias intends to stake his claim. The thought of that alone is enough to make Ozymandias' cock twitch, his mouth once more turning hungry against Waver's neck.
Ozymandias finally releases Waver's other wrist, propping himself slightly with his forearm on the ground near Waver's head. As he rakes his teeth along the underside of Waver's jaw, Ozymandias' free hand cups Waver through his pants, tracing his length with his fingers just once. Ozymandias drags his hand along Waver's body, diverting the weight of his hand away quickly from where it is likely preferred, before pushing off the ground to sit himself back upright. Rolling his hips down into Waver once more, Ozymandias barely has a grip on the collar of Waver's shirt before he impatiently pulls and tears it open. Whatever pieces manage to stay together and survive don't last long underneath his claws.
Even if that's not the main intention, the nuzzling serves also to soothe Waver-- convincing him with the combination of force proving Ozymandias strong enough to be allowed to couple with him and the gentle encouragement and affection seeming to praise his submission. It's an effective approach, accidental or not. Waver likes to be pushed; half the fun is in rebelling. The other half is in being rewarded for it when his partner finally earns his respect (and/or he tires himself out).
Waver growls softly, the sound lingering in his throat almost like a purr as well, as Ozymandias nuzzles and nips along his throat. He shivers, tail twitching, wings pinned--
And jerks in surprise when Ozymandias grabs him between the legs, the pleased growling cutting off with a gasp. His hips buck up, hands coming down to brace one elbow on the ground so he can lift himself enough while Ozymandias starts shredding his shirt to just... let him. In response, Waver tries to do the same, reaching out to hook his claws in Ozymandias's collar. Having fewer obstacles between them suddenly seems like a fine priority.
Ozymandias hardly pays it any mind when Waver hooks his claws into his collar, allowing him to do as he pleases as far as his shirt is concerned. His attention is more focused on the skin he intends to claim, fingers pressing into lithe muscle hard enough to leave faint lines even in skin as pale as Waver's. But only for a little while does he pause because whether Waver's managed to finish with Ozymandias' shirt is a bit of a moot point as he pushes Waver back down.
His kiss to Waver's lips doesn't last long, teeth in-between kisses beginning to lead a rough trail down neck and collar bone. He licks at one of the angrier marks he leaves behind as he begins to un-straddle Waver, mindful of both tail and wings. The hand at Waver's hip that he uses to leverage himself off stays where it is. But the trade-off for the loss of Ozymandias' weight is that his mouth is able to start trailing lower. Ozymandias bites hard enough to leave a more lasting mark on the flesh around before he starts toying with and teasing a nipple in his mouth.
Waver growls through clenched teeth, arching into the rough groping while his own fingers hook and tear through cloth, occasionally nicking the skin beneath. It's difficult to get the leverage to fully pull Ozymandias's shirt off of him, especially when Waver is clumsy with lust and feral instincts, but his claws are sharp and that does most of the job on its own. He leaves the other man's shirt in shreds, barely still hanging off of him, and in turn his claws leave long, red marks along Ozymandias's shoulders as he begins to slide down Waver's body.
Teeth press into his flesh, a jolt of pain like a bright light flashing against the backdrop of the onslaught of other sensations; he gasps aloud, and the breath makes his chest rise suddenly as if seeking more.
Newly freed, his tail lashes once more, not consciously trying to hit Ozymandias again but just another point of restless energy that needs escape as Ozymandias's mouth and scent and closeness drive Waver increasingly mad with growing need. He shudders, chest heaving, claws scrabbling against the dirt and cobblestone beneath them on one side. The claws of his other hand are still buried in the back of Ozymandias's shoulder.
The digs and nicks of Waver's claws really only serve to encourage Ozymandias given how much he's also squirming in response to every touch, the pain of broken skin ultimately being negligible in the grand scheme of things. In fact, every dig of Waver's claws only seems to draw out a low, purr-like sound to a greater and greater intensity from Ozymandias. He does pull away again, however, despite the way the turnskin presses and moves for more. Even Ozymandias' hand at his hip pulls away.
Ozymandias' withdrawal is not from a sudden lack of interest, but to contend with undoing Waver's pants. He has to swat away Waver's tail carefully once or twice, but the moment he's undone his pants, Ozymandias gives them a firm tug or two. One hand catches Waver's chin to press another rough kiss while the other wraps itself around his cock.
Waver means to protest for a moment as the warmth of their closeness recedes with Ozymandias pulling back. He tries to hold on, to keep him there-- but then the other man's hands drop to his trousers, and Waver realizes dimly that he's still wearing clothes his more urgent instincts have completely forgotten about. Suddenly entirely in favor of this development, Waver stops struggling and growling and even helpfully lifts his lower half up as much as he can to allow his pants to be dragged out of the way. His tail has a mind of its own, it seems, but at least it's not lashing violently anymore. It's just an expression of his excitement and eagerness, twitching near his leg but not getting in the way.
As Ozymandias makes it more and more apparent he's going to give Waver what he wants, Waver's smaller acts of defiance fade out too; it seems he's decided to let Ozymandias take control as much as he wants as long as they both get what they're seeking out of it.
To that end, Waver lifts his face into the kiss with a softer sound, a moan of encouragement and acceptance as he lets Ozymandias press into his mouth. He kisses back breathlessly, voice catching when those fingers squeeze around his eager dick. Waver bucks up into the attention, silently demanding more.
Ozymandias doesn't oblige Waver's silent demands immediately and instead allows him to create the friction he's looking for with his own movement, letting that desire for more build a while longer. When he does finally begin pumping his hand along Waver's shaft, Ozymandias breaks off the kiss, biting at Waver's lip.
It's enough for now. Waver is willing to work for it, bucking up in erratic thrusts without quite establishing a rhythm, fucking himself into Ozymandias's hand haphazardly and whining, gasping out his pleasure. His mouth opens, allowing the biting, teeth scraping and pinching at his partner's lips in return. He's eager, excited, and more and more accepting of Ozymandias's advances with each little push. Waver arches up, enticingly, and lets out a low, long moan.
It seems that all the earlier fight in the turnskin has been worn down (at least for now), giving in and losing out to pleasure. To one degree or another, this seems to pay off for Waver, too. Ozymandias makes pleased little sounds at Waver's attention to his lips and he allows Waver to work himself up into a bit of a frenzy into his hand, alternating between continuing to pump his hand and simply allowing Waver control over the pace. With his free hand, he begins undoing his own pants.
What was enough for a brief period of time, while Waver was just enjoying the friction and warmth, soon becomes increasingly unfulfilling as frustration begins to eclipse the satisfaction. Ozymandias's grip isn't nearly enough, his stroking just enough to keep Waver feeling like he might get there if he could just go a bit faster and harder-- but Waver's desperate bucking only earns him so much at this rate, and he wants more.
Growing impatient very quickly, Waver reaches up to grab Ozymandias by the hair, kissing him brutally as he rolls his body up in another obvious, wordless demand. He tries to lift his leg and hook it over Ozymandias's hip or thigh, wanting to drag him closer.
Waver is quick to make his silent demands, it would seem, as he practically scrambles to get more out of Ozymandias. But as one might anticipate from Ozymandias, he's not one to indulge demands so readily, and he resists Waver's initial attempts to drag him closer. Or perhaps more accurately, he feigns ignorance as far as Waver's intent is concerned and offers no assistance in hooking his leg around Ozymandias' hip even if he eagerly returns the hunger in Waver's kiss. It's only after a bit of Waver's fumbling, if he's persistent enough to keep trying, that Ozymandias will yank Waver into his lap with claws digging into his lower back.
He kisses sloppily, over-eager, with too much teeth. He growls and moans and pants against Ozymandias's lips, squirming beneath him and trying to get closer.
When the pharaoh-turned-beast finally allows Waver into his lap, it's immediately obvious Waver has no intention of separating from him again anytime soon. He's warm, and the skin-to-skin contact feels so mesmerizingly good.
Waver gasps aloud, head falling back to bare his soft throat as Ozymandias digs his claws into his lower back and makes his hips jump, his back arch. His own claws find the other man's shoulders, one hand clinging there while the other slides down he nape of his neck to his back and then up, palm gliding over his hot skin.
Waver's hips press down and forward, seeking to close any remaining distance between them as quickly as possible now.
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Beneath Ozymandias's hips, though, his dick is undeniably hard.
As the grip around his throat eases, leaving behind faint red marks on the fair skin, Waver sucks in a soft hiss of a breath, and then another, exhaling in a whine. His head drops back, the curve of his throat vulnerable and exposed, showing his softest parts instinctively. It's a clear submission to the larger, stronger predator, a willing surrender, finally subdued.
It's clear from the way he sighs and arches beneath Ozymandias in response to the warm licks that he's been thoroughly convinced.
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Ozymandias finally releases Waver's other wrist, propping himself slightly with his forearm on the ground near Waver's head. As he rakes his teeth along the underside of Waver's jaw, Ozymandias' free hand cups Waver through his pants, tracing his length with his fingers just once. Ozymandias drags his hand along Waver's body, diverting the weight of his hand away quickly from where it is likely preferred, before pushing off the ground to sit himself back upright. Rolling his hips down into Waver once more, Ozymandias barely has a grip on the collar of Waver's shirt before he impatiently pulls and tears it open. Whatever pieces manage to stay together and survive don't last long underneath his claws.
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Waver growls softly, the sound lingering in his throat almost like a purr as well, as Ozymandias nuzzles and nips along his throat. He shivers, tail twitching, wings pinned--
And jerks in surprise when Ozymandias grabs him between the legs, the pleased growling cutting off with a gasp. His hips buck up, hands coming down to brace one elbow on the ground so he can lift himself enough while Ozymandias starts shredding his shirt to just... let him. In response, Waver tries to do the same, reaching out to hook his claws in Ozymandias's collar. Having fewer obstacles between them suddenly seems like a fine priority.
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His kiss to Waver's lips doesn't last long, teeth in-between kisses beginning to lead a rough trail down neck and collar bone. He licks at one of the angrier marks he leaves behind as he begins to un-straddle Waver, mindful of both tail and wings. The hand at Waver's hip that he uses to leverage himself off stays where it is. But the trade-off for the loss of Ozymandias' weight is that his mouth is able to start trailing lower. Ozymandias bites hard enough to leave a more lasting mark on the flesh around before he starts toying with and teasing a nipple in his mouth.
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Teeth press into his flesh, a jolt of pain like a bright light flashing against the backdrop of the onslaught of other sensations; he gasps aloud, and the breath makes his chest rise suddenly as if seeking more.
Newly freed, his tail lashes once more, not consciously trying to hit Ozymandias again but just another point of restless energy that needs escape as Ozymandias's mouth and scent and closeness drive Waver increasingly mad with growing need. He shudders, chest heaving, claws scrabbling against the dirt and cobblestone beneath them on one side. The claws of his other hand are still buried in the back of Ozymandias's shoulder.
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Ozymandias' withdrawal is not from a sudden lack of interest, but to contend with undoing Waver's pants. He has to swat away Waver's tail carefully once or twice, but the moment he's undone his pants, Ozymandias gives them a firm tug or two. One hand catches Waver's chin to press another rough kiss while the other wraps itself around his cock.
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As Ozymandias makes it more and more apparent he's going to give Waver what he wants, Waver's smaller acts of defiance fade out too; it seems he's decided to let Ozymandias take control as much as he wants as long as they both get what they're seeking out of it.
To that end, Waver lifts his face into the kiss with a softer sound, a moan of encouragement and acceptance as he lets Ozymandias press into his mouth. He kisses back breathlessly, voice catching when those fingers squeeze around his eager dick. Waver bucks up into the attention, silently demanding more.
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Growing impatient very quickly, Waver reaches up to grab Ozymandias by the hair, kissing him brutally as he rolls his body up in another obvious, wordless demand. He tries to lift his leg and hook it over Ozymandias's hip or thigh, wanting to drag him closer.
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He kisses sloppily, over-eager, with too much teeth. He growls and moans and pants against Ozymandias's lips, squirming beneath him and trying to get closer.
When the pharaoh-turned-beast finally allows Waver into his lap, it's immediately obvious Waver has no intention of separating from him again anytime soon. He's warm, and the skin-to-skin contact feels so mesmerizingly good.
Waver gasps aloud, head falling back to bare his soft throat as Ozymandias digs his claws into his lower back and makes his hips jump, his back arch. His own claws find the other man's shoulders, one hand clinging there while the other slides down he nape of his neck to his back and then up, palm gliding over his hot skin.
Waver's hips press down and forward, seeking to close any remaining distance between them as quickly as possible now.