[The only word to describe the sound he makes is a keen. Diarmuid's hands ball into white-knuckled fists and, as he fills him completely again, it feels like his entire body has turned into one absurdly sensitive nerve. Precum dribbles out across Berserker's hand, sticky across their skin as Diarmuid presses his body to his, eager for as much contact as he can get.
I love you, Ciarán Cú-
It's what he means to say, at least, but the words disappear from his mind altogether when Berserker draws him into another kiss. Diarmuid responds instantly, lips parting to let his tongue roll languidly against the dragon's. This- this is the part he savours more than anything when they fuck: the intimacy, the way his heart pounds like it's going to burst out of his chest with the intensity of everything he feels. He still wants to tell him he loves him all over again but, for now, settles on using his body rather than words.
Matching his rhythm, Diarmuid rolls his hips to meet his thrusts, breath hitching when he catches him at just the right angle. The matter of that strange swelling- dangerously close to breaching him as it feels now that he's going deeper- has been all but forgotten.]
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I love you, Ciarán Cú-
It's what he means to say, at least, but the words disappear from his mind altogether when Berserker draws him into another kiss. Diarmuid responds instantly, lips parting to let his tongue roll languidly against the dragon's. This- this is the part he savours more than anything when they fuck: the intimacy, the way his heart pounds like it's going to burst out of his chest with the intensity of everything he feels. He still wants to tell him he loves him all over again but, for now, settles on using his body rather than words.
Matching his rhythm, Diarmuid rolls his hips to meet his thrusts, breath hitching when he catches him at just the right angle. The matter of that strange swelling- dangerously close to breaching him as it feels now that he's going deeper- has been all but forgotten.]