[Diarmuid responds with little more than a soft, pleased hum, half caught in scales and skin against Berserker's neck. There was a time when he would have argued that point and maybe it still doesn't ring entirely true for him but he's too relaxed right now, too content. Equal, worthy... it hardly matters when he has the privilege of being so close and trusted- loved, potentially, were he capable of it. It might not be enough for some but love in all but name is more than he ever thought possible and he'll embrace the opportunity with open arms.
Because, gods, he adores him in return.
By now, there's nothing he can do to hide the growing hardness between his own thighs and he makes no attempt to either. Rather, whether he realises it or not, he's half grinding against Berserker.]
... Cú-
[Diarmuid's fingertips crest the head of his cock once more before he rests his hand on his thigh instead. Golden eyes meet the dragon's, cloudy with need- but whatever he had intended to do next is immediately forgotten in the heat of another kiss.]
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Because, gods, he adores him in return.
By now, there's nothing he can do to hide the growing hardness between his own thighs and he makes no attempt to either. Rather, whether he realises it or not, he's half grinding against Berserker.]
... Cú-
[Diarmuid's fingertips crest the head of his cock once more before he rests his hand on his thigh instead. Golden eyes meet the dragon's, cloudy with need- but whatever he had intended to do next is immediately forgotten in the heat of another kiss.]