[ If someone had told him that he would enjoy intimacy again, savor it, even, just a few months ago, he would have scoffed at the very idea. Everything about this is undeniably enticing and erotic: the way their bodies fit together, Diarmuid's breathing and the sounds, the taste of him, the feel of the magic pulsing between them. There's nothing he wants more in this moment than to please his lover and not just for the sake of it being over with like it used to be. No, he wants to feel Diarmuid in the throes of pleasure and take pride in knowing he's the one responsible.
Berserker groans deeply and clutches the witch closer to him. It still feels like too much space, even though they literally could not be closer if they tried. Maybe that's why he keeps trying to press that swelling into Diarmuid, slightly frustrated when it's too much for him to take. The dragon is already so close that the steady, slow rhythm is maddening, yet he endures. Anything for his knight.
He presses his face into the crook of Diarmuid's neck, eyes tightly shut. His breathing is ragged through gritted teeth as he realizes he can no longer endure. Berserker bites down into the soft skin as he comes to muffle a cry, hips rocking still as he rides out his orgasm. It's only then he feels the last of him, that strange swelling, force its way into Diarmuid. ]
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Berserker groans deeply and clutches the witch closer to him. It still feels like too much space, even though they literally could not be closer if they tried. Maybe that's why he keeps trying to press that swelling into Diarmuid, slightly frustrated when it's too much for him to take. The dragon is already so close that the steady, slow rhythm is maddening, yet he endures. Anything for his knight.
He presses his face into the crook of Diarmuid's neck, eyes tightly shut. His breathing is ragged through gritted teeth as he realizes he can no longer endure. Berserker bites down into the soft skin as he comes to muffle a cry, hips rocking still as he rides out his orgasm. It's only then he feels the last of him, that strange swelling, force its way into Diarmuid. ]