( the scientist in him says to find a way to possibly make those scars disappear. would some part of luchino be able to do it? his own wounds from the rare creature that did this to him did disappear once the venom ran through his veins, started the slow process of transforming him into something even rarer than the reptile itself. the change itself wasn't painful, and at the time, the mental aspect didn't hit him until way after he took his first steps as some kind of hybrid. perhaps luchino could find a way to lessen the bestial effects and only bring some of the regeneration? why, that could be an experiment all by itself; something to pass the time and further his research...!
but... no.
no. never. not shiro. he chides himself from falling back on old habits, selfish ones that never considered the consequences of his actions. not this man who's been so willing to accept him. he's come to the manor and has been extended a level of protection no one else in luchino's life will ever receive again. and here, in his bedroom, shiro will certainly find it to be a safe place for him if he ever had to return in any situation--- emergency, booty call, what-have-you.
those thoughts flee the scene as he feels the other man drag his dick in between his own, and he jerks his hips upward into it. to feel another one that isn't his own touching, rubbing, grinding... why does his mouth feel so dry? he licks his lips. how could he sate that ever-growing hunger that keeps growing, gnashing its teeth on the fringes of his mind, makes itself known with every twitch and pulse of his engorged cocks? )
I want to... make you feel good, Shiro.
( with one thing in mind, he stares at the man. the only question in his mind is if whether he could take both? )
[It’s a nice thought, but Shiro would politely decline if the offer was given to him. Though it seems almost illogical for someone to turn down the chance to return to “good as new” state, these scars are part of him, his experiences, and to wipe them away—pretend they never happened—just feels… untrue to himself. As for regenerating his missing arm… that would be a harder bridge to cross and one he doesn’t want to have to face. Already, thanks to his clone’s body that he’s now inhabiting, his muscular dystrophy had been cured, though the Galra witch apparently decided his scars should be included in the clones. Likely to make them as hard as possible to distinguish between the real one… All of that had done down in the past, nothing Luchino need worry about (if he ever finds out).
Needless to say, the two of them definitely have some interesting backstories to trade, should they find themselves on that topic…
A low groan slips between his teeth as he rolls his hips forward again, tracing the head of his cock upward along Luchino’s stomach. It’s a heady feeling, the tiny light-colored scales rippling beneath the drooling glans of his dick as it follows the contours of the reptilian’s abs. Makes a mess over his scales, but that’s half the pleasure right now. The other half is that pair of dripping dicks scissoring on either side of Shiro’s own cock, slicking him up and mingling their precum as it drools down the trio of erect members and drips off Shiro’s balls and glazes Luchino’s slit and groin.]
Ah-h! [Shiro’s breath stammers out as the man bucks his hips up, pushing his cock’s shaft flush against the hot base of his twin shafts. He answers with another roll of his own, actively thrusting between the man’s dick’s, balls occasionally rubbing at the base of his slit. The way Luchino’s twitching like that, his dicks pulsing against him and making everything wetter, feels almost too amazing for words. And then he says that sweet little line and Shiro’s eyes lid at the tenderness and heat. To make him feel good… He lifts his gaze, meeting the red, slitted eyes in front of him.]
You already are. [But it’s almost like he can read that question burning in the reptilian man’s mind and leans in to steal another kiss from him. Yeah… he’ll definitely try to take both. In either end. Shiro breaks the kiss with a low pant, saliva stretching a gossamer strand between his lower lip and Luchino’s, then slowly leans back, rocking on his knees and shins to pull away from his partner until their rutting hips are blatantly exposed to the air, naked body rolling with each other’s as he kneels on his lap.] Want me to use my mouth again? Or do you?
( oh, that noise! it's music to his ears, the kind of melody that lights a fire inside of him. it's not the sound of fear, of where whimpers and cries can be found in a different light, but the sound of arousal. of nerves lighting up, of primal needs finding themselves unfulfilled, of blood pumping through the body, leaving the most intelligent creature in a stupor due to arousal clouding judgement... well. that does mean that luchino is quite susceptible to it himself, and this is why he hisses in delight. how picturesque their cocks are, flesh on flesh, slick on slick. he surely does want shiro to feel what no other man has, and undoubtedly has already experienced many things, but this must be different. he has to make it special.
and there is probably nothing more special than being stretched to one's limits. )
I want to... ( he swallows. how does he put this without sounding ridiculous? should he sound romantic? tender? loving? he might be reptile, but what are mating habits for any species, really? ) ... experience your other end.
( for science??? haha, no. not for science. to feel whole. complete. he tilts his head to one side, unsure about how his inquiry might be taken. or inquiries. how prepared is he? it doesn't matter how much he wants to fuck, it matters that )
Will it work? ( luchino huffs. ) I know it may be physically taxing, but...
[Shiro’s breath falls from his lips with each motion of his hips, a grind forward sliding his dick between Luchino’s and stealing his air, only for him to inhale again as he slides backwards with the sensation of those slick, twin rods dragging along the sides of his length. He drinks in the sounds as well as the sights, from the wet slick of their cocks together to the reptilian man’s noises as he feels that same pleasure. The hiss in delight that’s as human as it is animalistic. Some random thought in his mind wonders how long it’s been since someone’s been with Luchino like this. If past partners had run from him thanks to the change. Possibly.
But he wants to make all of that go away. The doubt and loneliness. There’s attractive qualities in the man even with his reptilian features (and for Shiro, those same features have quite a bit of attractiveness in them). From the curl of his tongue to the shape and feel of his scales to the differences in their bodies. It’s an exploration and thrill he knows he’s not going to find anywhere else but here in Luchino’s bed.
Shiro looks up at the other man’s face when he utters those two words. It’s rather cute, how Luchino’s suddenly embarrassed and awkward despite the fact they’re naked together and rubbing like this. He’s curious about how he’s going to voice his desires…
And then can’t help a soft chuckle when his reptilian partner actually does so. A charming little smile curves across Shiro’s face and he leans up to nuzzle against Luchino’s cheek. Just a few times before bringing his mouth back to the man’s and settling a kiss against his lips.]
You’re rather charming when you’re flustered.
[That huff’s especially endearing. Shiro leans back again, letting them each other moving together.]
I can take it, Luchino. However much you want to give me.
[He reaches down and rubs the tips of his flesh fingers over their lengths, pressing the trio of heads together and twisting a little to milk the messy mélange of precum onto his fingers.]
Did you want to use your tongue, fingers? Or should I just hop on?
[The last part’s deliberately teasing, but there’s a heat in there that says Shiro won’t exactly mind doing that if his partner wants to skip the prep.]
( so many choices, but some are more realistic than others. oh, how he loves what he's hearing. what he's tasting on the air. what he wants to do for shiro, to treat him right, to give the man this reptile knows and so much more. his blood percolates in his veins, heats and dances with the tantalizing options set before him. he could, of course, cram those twin shafts inside of the strong-looking human. those would bring him the quickest amount of pleasure, but to what extent would it affect the future? he's a beast, but not that kind of beast. he owes shiro this. perhaps some foreplay is in order, let another part of him work its magic...
it is, of course, another kind of experiment. right?
unconsciously, luchino's tongue peeks out. it sneaks out and stretches, curls up to tap his own chin before moving out and swiping along shiro's lips. that same hunger from before hasn't diminished in the slightest; no, it's been waiting. lurking. every breath that he takes inundates his senses, makes something strain inside of him more and more. )
Tongue. ( it's one of his unique parts, isn't it? ) Just... ah, I'll be careful...
( because with shiro leaning back, it'll allow him to lean forward just enough so that when he lets his tongue free, there's no stopping it from working its way then worming its way into shiro's passage. the thin ribbon of slick, forked muscle, cramming itself inside. whether it's effective in properly preparing shiro is one thing, but he's trying his best... he might not be able to force every centimeter of it inside, but luchino can at least pack as much of it as he can. )
[Shiro might be doing some guiding with the questions, but he really doesn’t mind what they end up doing. The fact they’re already here like this, naked together on the same bed, touching and feeling amid the heated breaths and voices, is more than enough to know it’s going to be good. His pulse runs fast through his body and every throb of his cock against Luchino’s pair is another jolt of pleasure through his skin. It’s tempting… throw caution to the wind and let the reptilian man shove both his dicks inside him. Tapered as the tips are, they’re still really long, really thick… Hell of a man being able to double penetrate him by himself. But he’s also aware that’d get them both off the fastest route possible. It’d be more fun to explore, play first, prepare.
There’s more to Luchino than a pair of beautiful cocks. Shiro’s eyes drop to the sudden reappearance of that tongue, wandering over the ruby extension as it flicks over the man’s chin and finally slips across his own lips. He opens his mouth, exhaling lightly against the forked tips, then chances his own tongue to slide out and run along Luchino’s in a welcoming touch. And he gets an answer. Shiro offers a soft “heh” in acceptance and nods as he moves backwards.]
You’ll be fine… [Assuring him. He knows Luchino will be careful. But damn, he didn’t expect the man’s tongue to be that long. As he leans back, Luchino leans forward and Shiro drops onto both elbows, lying almost between the reptilian’s legs, his own limbs spread on either side of the man’s hips. His lips part in a soft gasp as the forked tip flicks down his body and presses against his entrance. Only to suddenly shove its way inside.] Ah! [His eyes widen and his head drops back, muscular chest and stomach flexing as the wet muscle crams itself into him. His body clenches up hard around it, ribbons of ringed muscle squeezing Luchino’s tongue in rhythmic force. Yeah… this is… good prep! Oh man, it feels amazing. So much more flexible and active than a tongue or dick.] Luc… Luchino…
[His fingers curl in the air, one foot pressing flat to the bed, other digging its heel into the sheets behind the man’s body.] Ngh… further… more. [As far as he can.]
( there isn't a place that's left untouched--- that's his goal, anyway. he doesn't even have to press his face up against shiro either, having that one particular quality that allows him a lot of freedom and space... and reach, too! how he's never applied it in this way before, yet it feels natural to want to taste and touch and flick against the man's inner walls. he can even hiss too, letting those vibrations sink into sensitive nerves, into shiro's entire being. he digs it in as deep as he can go, as much as he can fit. nothing left but the amount that bridges them together. luchino obliges that request as best as he can.
and then... after some time, after he believes it's adequate, as the taste starts to dull? he slowly pulls it back, withdraws it back into his mouth but not before gracing shiro's lips again. just a reminder. )
I've always threatened to eat a man, but I can see that tasting might be more mutually beneficial.
( a grin as luchino winks. he grabs one of his cocks to give it a few strokes, to keep him ready. )
[Shiro’s left twitching and arching between Luchino’s legs, breath coming a little shorter the more time the man continues that wicked tongue’s actions inside him. Both hands drag over their respective purchases, the metal one raking at the sheets above his head, occasionally bumping into the reptilian man’s lower leg, his flesh hand grabbing at Luchino’s thigh and holding onto that scale-covered muscle. Every flick of the forked tip inside him gets a response, head tossing, breath catching, cock jumping, leg hiking, chest arching, it’s hard to control his reactions right now with how deep the other man’s going inside him.]
AH! [Vibrations! The sudden introduction of hissing sends those quivers rolling down Luchino’s tongue and spilling through his entrance, rippling the ring of muscle clenching around his new lover’s tongue. Feels like those hisses are pervading throughout his entire body, until his extremities are tingling and his eyes turn a little glassy from the sheer pleasure Luchino’s oozing into him. His spine bows completely off the sheets when that tongue shoves itself as deep inside him as it can safely get; he swears he can feel little flicks behind his Adonis’ Belt. God, he’s filling him up so much with just that.
Until finally he pulls out, taking his time and sliding free as Shiro twists on the bed and gasps in a mixture of pleasure and desire to have him right back inside. Inch after inch of that red-ribboned muscle, until finally the twin forks flick free and the man jolts before sinking onto his back in front of Luchino again. The little flick of tongue on his lips earns a panting breath and he tries to catch them between his lips, but the other man’s too fast. A soft chuckle manages out of his mouth at the comment.]
Tasting’s… a little better than eating… in this situation. [Shiro finally digs an elbow into the bed and props himself enough, throwing both legs over Luchino’s thighs and resting his feet flat on the bed behind the man’s hips, knees tented and bowed outward. Gives him a clear view of his friend stroking himself, his eyes training on the twin cocks so slick and wet in the reptilian’s clawed hand. Shiro traces his tongue across his upper teeth before nodding. Then lifts his hips slightly, offering himself, his entrance, his body, to Luchino’s connection.] Yeah. Give me all you’ve got. Take me.
( god. what a prime specimen of a man... he wishes he looked this good when he was human. not that luchino wasn't attractive by any definition of the word, but he was always concerned about other things than his appearance. no, science ruled his time: days, weeks, months, and years of his life poured into his craft. his desires and passions centered around one goal: to explore what the reptilian kingdom had to offer. there wasn't anything he wouldn't do in order to find that success, and so... well. this is the result. the fruits of his labor, to be in front of shiro with both dicks so slick and ready and the heady scent of a man in arousal mixed with his own is a perfume he would love to wear all the time.
yes. he can do this. hovering above the man, both tips are tantalizingly aimed for that spot--- muscle that looks as ready as it could be, but who could say that anyone is truly prepared for something like this? not even this scientist could say what might happen. could he take both? will he enjoy this? will he be rejected... ah, but he can't think about that for too long. it's far too late for both of them. those words reach him and touch a more bestial, instinctual need that overrides those cool and collected thoughts.
he wants luchino. he will get him, all of him. it's not a shove, but it's forceful--- he wants to bury as much of himself into shiro's bowels without hurting him, but they're way past the teasing stage. the warmth! the pressure, how tight he is as he snarls and hisses, eyelids fluttering as he does his best to not destroy the human that's allowed him to feel this way. these ways, these unheard of in his life. the sky is the limit. the manor can't hold him anymore, he will make shiro's voice echo throughout the halls and the rooms, make the survivors and hunters wonder alike of the experiments the 'evil reptilian' is peforming.
not moving, luchino waits. observes. doesn't move yet. he's not just thick, but there's length as well. he doesn't want to shiro. he leans forward and bumps his chin against the top of the man's head. )
[Shiro had never been one to focus much on looks. So many had commented on him being handsome and admitted being attracted to him, but he never tried to make much fuss about it. Neat, clean, and presentable. That’s what the pilot strove himself to be. But after the year in captivity, the battles in the arena, the injuries, the racial slurs and insults thrown at him, it was hard to look at himself and see anything attractive in the mirror. Factually, yes, he knew people thought he looked good. But internally… it was hard to accept the same.
The bounty of scars and marks all over his body alone were one reason. The other was he’d been too focused on other things—like the war and piloting and his comrades—to really bother with himself. Neat. Clean. Presentable. Though he honestly couldn’t say he was any of those three right now, naked, debauched, and blatantly aroused in a sweaty mess on the reptilian’s bed. If someone told him this would’ve been the result of casual inquiry and some compliments… he probably would’ve tried to laugh it off. But no… no complaints about this handsome man dumping him on his back and pressing between his legs. Luchino took his breath away.
Literally. Twin tips drifting right between his cheeks, occasionally tickling the puckered ring of his body’s entrance with their dripping kiss. Shiro really couldn’t say he was completely prepared for this. He’d been taken by aliens before, but… nothing like what Luchino was pressing against his flesh. Could he take both? He was damn well determined to. Would he enjoy it? They were both going to find out. But nothing was getting answered so long as his partner stayed outside. Take me, he said, and he meant it. Shiro wasn’t going to reject any part of Luchino. Even if he ignited the beast inside him with those words.]
Ngh! [Shiro arches upward, legs tensing in Luchino’s grip as the reptilian does exactly what he asks. Takes him. He doesn’t just shove himself inside him (thanks, Luchino), but he doesn’t treat him like glass and eek in a millimeter at a time. But it’s firm and Shiro cringes hard as he feels himself abruptly spread open around the tapered tips and his ring’s forced wider by the growing thickness filling him. Shiro hisses between his teeth, both hands clawing into the sheets as his toes curl in the air. There’s getting his ass filled by another man, and then there’s Luchino burying himself into his guts. Shiro’s eyes roll back and slam shut from the pain and pressure and pleasure searing through him as the other man feeds his cocks into him—both of them—one inch at a time.
God, Shiro’s tight, but Luchino’s so big! The human sucks in a sharp breath as his body clenches up tight around the twin arousals pouring into him. He can feel just how much he’s leaking inside him, oozing all over his walls and rippling muscles. Not just spreading him open, but filling him up, and getting so damn deep inside! Shiro throws his head back and finally a sharp cry of raw sensation breaks from his lips, naked body tensing up and straining between Luchino’s thighs. His own dick throbs and jumps against his sculpted stomach, precum spurting onto his skin. It’s so much! So much he can’t tell if it’s good or bad! But it’s overwhelming in a way he’s never felt before. How far is he inside? Is he all the way in? he doesn’t know, but hell… it’s a raw, bestial sensation he can’t describe and doesn’t want to.]
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but... no.
no. never. not shiro. he chides himself from falling back on old habits, selfish ones that never considered the consequences of his actions. not this man who's been so willing to accept him. he's come to the manor and has been extended a level of protection no one else in luchino's life will ever receive again. and here, in his bedroom, shiro will certainly find it to be a safe place for him if he ever had to return in any situation--- emergency, booty call, what-have-you.
those thoughts flee the scene as he feels the other man drag his dick in between his own, and he jerks his hips upward into it. to feel another one that isn't his own touching, rubbing, grinding... why does his mouth feel so dry? he licks his lips. how could he sate that ever-growing hunger that keeps growing, gnashing its teeth on the fringes of his mind, makes itself known with every twitch and pulse of his engorged cocks? )
I want to... make you feel good, Shiro.
( with one thing in mind, he stares at the man. the only question in his mind is if whether he could take both? )
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Needless to say, the two of them definitely have some interesting backstories to trade, should they find themselves on that topic…
A low groan slips between his teeth as he rolls his hips forward again, tracing the head of his cock upward along Luchino’s stomach. It’s a heady feeling, the tiny light-colored scales rippling beneath the drooling glans of his dick as it follows the contours of the reptilian’s abs. Makes a mess over his scales, but that’s half the pleasure right now. The other half is that pair of dripping dicks scissoring on either side of Shiro’s own cock, slicking him up and mingling their precum as it drools down the trio of erect members and drips off Shiro’s balls and glazes Luchino’s slit and groin.]
Ah-h! [Shiro’s breath stammers out as the man bucks his hips up, pushing his cock’s shaft flush against the hot base of his twin shafts. He answers with another roll of his own, actively thrusting between the man’s dick’s, balls occasionally rubbing at the base of his slit. The way Luchino’s twitching like that, his dicks pulsing against him and making everything wetter, feels almost too amazing for words. And then he says that sweet little line and Shiro’s eyes lid at the tenderness and heat. To make him feel good… He lifts his gaze, meeting the red, slitted eyes in front of him.]
You already are. [But it’s almost like he can read that question burning in the reptilian man’s mind and leans in to steal another kiss from him. Yeah… he’ll definitely try to take both. In either end. Shiro breaks the kiss with a low pant, saliva stretching a gossamer strand between his lower lip and Luchino’s, then slowly leans back, rocking on his knees and shins to pull away from his partner until their rutting hips are blatantly exposed to the air, naked body rolling with each other’s as he kneels on his lap.] Want me to use my mouth again? Or do you?
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and there is probably nothing more special than being stretched to one's limits. )
I want to... ( he swallows. how does he put this without sounding ridiculous? should he sound romantic? tender? loving? he might be reptile, but what are mating habits for any species, really? ) ... experience your other end.
( for science??? haha, no. not for science. to feel whole. complete. he tilts his head to one side, unsure about how his inquiry might be taken. or inquiries. how prepared is he? it doesn't matter how much he wants to fuck, it matters that )
Will it work? ( luchino huffs. ) I know it may be physically taxing, but...
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But he wants to make all of that go away. The doubt and loneliness. There’s attractive qualities in the man even with his reptilian features (and for Shiro, those same features have quite a bit of attractiveness in them). From the curl of his tongue to the shape and feel of his scales to the differences in their bodies. It’s an exploration and thrill he knows he’s not going to find anywhere else but here in Luchino’s bed.
Shiro looks up at the other man’s face when he utters those two words. It’s rather cute, how Luchino’s suddenly embarrassed and awkward despite the fact they’re naked together and rubbing like this. He’s curious about how he’s going to voice his desires…
And then can’t help a soft chuckle when his reptilian partner actually does so. A charming little smile curves across Shiro’s face and he leans up to nuzzle against Luchino’s cheek. Just a few times before bringing his mouth back to the man’s and settling a kiss against his lips.]
You’re rather charming when you’re flustered.
[That huff’s especially endearing. Shiro leans back again, letting them each other moving together.]
I can take it, Luchino. However much you want to give me.
[He reaches down and rubs the tips of his flesh fingers over their lengths, pressing the trio of heads together and twisting a little to milk the messy mélange of precum onto his fingers.]
Did you want to use your tongue, fingers? Or should I just hop on?
[The last part’s deliberately teasing, but there’s a heat in there that says Shiro won’t exactly mind doing that if his partner wants to skip the prep.]
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it is, of course, another kind of experiment. right?
unconsciously, luchino's tongue peeks out. it sneaks out and stretches, curls up to tap his own chin before moving out and swiping along shiro's lips. that same hunger from before hasn't diminished in the slightest; no, it's been waiting. lurking. every breath that he takes inundates his senses, makes something strain inside of him more and more. )
Tongue. ( it's one of his unique parts, isn't it? ) Just... ah, I'll be careful...
( because with shiro leaning back, it'll allow him to lean forward just enough so that when he lets his tongue free, there's no stopping it from working its way then worming its way into shiro's passage. the thin ribbon of slick, forked muscle, cramming itself inside. whether it's effective in properly preparing shiro is one thing, but he's trying his best... he might not be able to force every centimeter of it inside, but luchino can at least pack as much of it as he can. )
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There’s more to Luchino than a pair of beautiful cocks. Shiro’s eyes drop to the sudden reappearance of that tongue, wandering over the ruby extension as it flicks over the man’s chin and finally slips across his own lips. He opens his mouth, exhaling lightly against the forked tips, then chances his own tongue to slide out and run along Luchino’s in a welcoming touch. And he gets an answer. Shiro offers a soft “heh” in acceptance and nods as he moves backwards.]
You’ll be fine… [Assuring him. He knows Luchino will be careful. But damn, he didn’t expect the man’s tongue to be that long. As he leans back, Luchino leans forward and Shiro drops onto both elbows, lying almost between the reptilian’s legs, his own limbs spread on either side of the man’s hips. His lips part in a soft gasp as the forked tip flicks down his body and presses against his entrance. Only to suddenly shove its way inside.] Ah! [His eyes widen and his head drops back, muscular chest and stomach flexing as the wet muscle crams itself into him. His body clenches up hard around it, ribbons of ringed muscle squeezing Luchino’s tongue in rhythmic force. Yeah… this is… good prep! Oh man, it feels amazing. So much more flexible and active than a tongue or dick.] Luc… Luchino…
[His fingers curl in the air, one foot pressing flat to the bed, other digging its heel into the sheets behind the man’s body.] Ngh… further… more. [As far as he can.]
slowly crawls back here like the reptile i am
and then... after some time, after he believes it's adequate, as the taste starts to dull? he slowly pulls it back, withdraws it back into his mouth but not before gracing shiro's lips again. just a reminder. )
I've always threatened to eat a man, but I can see that tasting might be more mutually beneficial.
( a grin as luchino winks. he grabs one of his cocks to give it a few strokes, to keep him ready. )
Are you ready of more from me?
s'all good ~ it's edging towards winter, hah
AH! [Vibrations! The sudden introduction of hissing sends those quivers rolling down Luchino’s tongue and spilling through his entrance, rippling the ring of muscle clenching around his new lover’s tongue. Feels like those hisses are pervading throughout his entire body, until his extremities are tingling and his eyes turn a little glassy from the sheer pleasure Luchino’s oozing into him. His spine bows completely off the sheets when that tongue shoves itself as deep inside him as it can safely get; he swears he can feel little flicks behind his Adonis’ Belt. God, he’s filling him up so much with just that.
Until finally he pulls out, taking his time and sliding free as Shiro twists on the bed and gasps in a mixture of pleasure and desire to have him right back inside. Inch after inch of that red-ribboned muscle, until finally the twin forks flick free and the man jolts before sinking onto his back in front of Luchino again. The little flick of tongue on his lips earns a panting breath and he tries to catch them between his lips, but the other man’s too fast. A soft chuckle manages out of his mouth at the comment.]
Tasting’s… a little better than eating… in this situation. [Shiro finally digs an elbow into the bed and props himself enough, throwing both legs over Luchino’s thighs and resting his feet flat on the bed behind the man’s hips, knees tented and bowed outward. Gives him a clear view of his friend stroking himself, his eyes training on the twin cocks so slick and wet in the reptilian’s clawed hand. Shiro traces his tongue across his upper teeth before nodding. Then lifts his hips slightly, offering himself, his entrance, his body, to Luchino’s connection.] Yeah. Give me all you’ve got. Take me.
stares out the window...
yes. he can do this. hovering above the man, both tips are tantalizingly aimed for that spot--- muscle that looks as ready as it could be, but who could say that anyone is truly prepared for something like this? not even this scientist could say what might happen. could he take both? will he enjoy this? will he be rejected... ah, but he can't think about that for too long. it's far too late for both of them. those words reach him and touch a more bestial, instinctual need that overrides those cool and collected thoughts.
he wants luchino. he will get him, all of him. it's not a shove, but it's forceful--- he wants to bury as much of himself into shiro's bowels without hurting him, but they're way past the teasing stage. the warmth! the pressure, how tight he is as he snarls and hisses, eyelids fluttering as he does his best to not destroy the human that's allowed him to feel this way. these ways, these unheard of in his life. the sky is the limit. the manor can't hold him anymore, he will make shiro's voice echo throughout the halls and the rooms, make the survivors and hunters wonder alike of the experiments the 'evil reptilian' is peforming.
not moving, luchino waits. observes. doesn't move yet. he's not just thick, but there's length as well. he doesn't want to shiro. he leans forward and bumps his chin against the top of the man's head. )
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The bounty of scars and marks all over his body alone were one reason. The other was he’d been too focused on other things—like the war and piloting and his comrades—to really bother with himself. Neat. Clean. Presentable. Though he honestly couldn’t say he was any of those three right now, naked, debauched, and blatantly aroused in a sweaty mess on the reptilian’s bed. If someone told him this would’ve been the result of casual inquiry and some compliments… he probably would’ve tried to laugh it off. But no… no complaints about this handsome man dumping him on his back and pressing between his legs. Luchino took his breath away.
Literally. Twin tips drifting right between his cheeks, occasionally tickling the puckered ring of his body’s entrance with their dripping kiss. Shiro really couldn’t say he was completely prepared for this. He’d been taken by aliens before, but… nothing like what Luchino was pressing against his flesh. Could he take both? He was damn well determined to. Would he enjoy it? They were both going to find out. But nothing was getting answered so long as his partner stayed outside. Take me, he said, and he meant it. Shiro wasn’t going to reject any part of Luchino. Even if he ignited the beast inside him with those words.]
Ngh! [Shiro arches upward, legs tensing in Luchino’s grip as the reptilian does exactly what he asks. Takes him. He doesn’t just shove himself inside him (thanks, Luchino), but he doesn’t treat him like glass and eek in a millimeter at a time. But it’s firm and Shiro cringes hard as he feels himself abruptly spread open around the tapered tips and his ring’s forced wider by the growing thickness filling him. Shiro hisses between his teeth, both hands clawing into the sheets as his toes curl in the air. There’s getting his ass filled by another man, and then there’s Luchino burying himself into his guts. Shiro’s eyes roll back and slam shut from the pain and pressure and pleasure searing through him as the other man feeds his cocks into him—both of them—one inch at a time.
God, Shiro’s tight, but Luchino’s so big! The human sucks in a sharp breath as his body clenches up tight around the twin arousals pouring into him. He can feel just how much he’s leaking inside him, oozing all over his walls and rippling muscles. Not just spreading him open, but filling him up, and getting so damn deep inside! Shiro throws his head back and finally a sharp cry of raw sensation breaks from his lips, naked body tensing up and straining between Luchino’s thighs. His own dick throbs and jumps against his sculpted stomach, precum spurting onto his skin. It’s so much! So much he can’t tell if it’s good or bad! But it’s overwhelming in a way he’s never felt before. How far is he inside? Is he all the way in? he doesn’t know, but hell… it’s a raw, bestial sensation he can’t describe and doesn’t want to.]