[Shiro pauses when the door practically falls open at his knock. He’s left with his hand raised in the empty archway, peering inside with a small amount of guard and tepidity. This is a Hunter’s den after all. It takes no time at all to lock onto the person inside. He… was not kidding when he said a reptilian humanoid creature. The glittering eyes, green and cream scales, a long powerful tail, even the digitigrade legs with claws scream something right out of a comic or dinosaur scene.
But the clothes only reaffirm that this man used to be human. From the overcoat to the shirt and those incredibly-tight-fitting trousers. Shiro’s learned to size people up via their bodies as well as their attitude and presence, so there’s no way he missed the power in those thighs and the man’s tail. The look in his eye, however, that menacing glitter of gold with its serpentine ebony slit… yeah, that makes him tense up.
Shiro still sees him more as a man who became reptilian rather than the other way around. The bow is… actually rather charming, and he relaxes before stepping into the once-grand home.]
Good evening. [Shiro notes the attempted warmth despite the hiss and offers a smile before returning the bow as well.] Your address was clear enough.
[Thanks for the door warning. He glances behind him at the now-closed panel, but then turns back to the other man and moves within arm’s length to offer his flesh arm in greeting.]
Takashi Shirogane. Or “Shiro” for short. I’m sorry I didn’t get your name before.
It's easy to get lost out there, but it seems that you've traveled here using a very unconventional vehicle.
( his movements are careful. measured, so that he wouldn't appear to be some kind of prehistoric predator that some have believed him to be. no, he's the same man who somehow found his way into this form; a curious being who allowed a curious and mysterious creature to chomp down and spread its venom into his body. as he leans forward, he can't help but taste the air with that serpentine tongue; a short peek and nothing more. the last thing he wants to do is intimidate shiro by giving him a love tap with that tapered, slick muscle. )
These halls are long. They might even go into eternity... care that you don't lose sight of me. ( a huff, and then a snicker. ) Though if you'd like, you can hold onto my tail.
( he'd offer his hand but they're scaled and clawed, deadly talons that can easily rend anything he puts his muscle behind. perhaps they're soft, but he can't risk hurting his guest.
despite them, luchino never thought about using them. no, his skill with a kukri was good enough, and even then he would normally strike someone he pursued with the grip of it. it's all intimidation; fear that would send someone tumbling down and keep them still. fear that he doesn't want to push onto shiro. even though he sounds tough, luchino could tell: there's something that makes him uncomfortable and it's the reptile's job to calm those nerves. one way or another. )
The exterior and interior don't match up. It's even larger inside than the building looks from the outside. To what extent, I'm not sure.
( there's a left and a right at the end of the hall, and he takes right. )
But for what it's worth? The device I used to communicate with the outside world, it shorted out after I was able to place an order... but I feel that no matter what, you will not be trapped here. You don't deserve to be here.
It might be a bit much, but it was the easiest way to reach this location.
[And the safest security in case anything did go wrong. But he’ll keep that information to himself. Meeting and learning about this man are more important topics to go on.
Shiro notes the other’s movements just as well. They have purpose to them, deliberately done to act more human than reptilian. Only more proof that this man had once been exactly that. He wonders what happened to him, if it was by choice or not, and if there is some way to help him, perhaps return him back to normal. A black brow quirks upward as that serpentine tongue slithers out into the air, tasting it the same way a snake does. Shiro definitely doesn’t look intimidated at all. Mostly curious. He’s been around a lot of aliens and some have some… interesting ways to greet people.]
I’ll keep close to you. [He does exactly that, moving up to the reptilian man, well within his arm’s reach (and his tail). The little huff and snicker give him one more human quality and Shiro glances at the long, lizard-like appendage.] If I start to fall behind, I’ll do that.
[Unlikely though. He may not have his paladin armor with him—for similar reason of not wanting to appear a threat to the other man—but still has a decent hunting and tracking prowess. His thoughts about the mansion, however, are answered by mentions of long halls, an eternity within them, and the mysterious indication of the exterior versus the interior not matching.]
As in magic or an alternate dimension?
[More than a year ago, he would’ve dismissed such notions. Now, however, he fully believes in both and accepts it without a second glance. He keeps pace with the other man, his interest in him gradually and steadily pushing away the wariness he has regarding the mansion. Sure, he’ll still be on guard, but rather than just for himself, he’s keeping an eye out for his companion as well. Protective.
Shiro takes the right with him, boots sure on the ground.]
No one deserves to be trapped. Not even you. Maybe there’s a way I can help. Even if it’s just getting you a more reliable communication device.
[Though he knows even now that he wants to do more for this Hunter than simply give him a sturdy phone. Still, Shiro’s not a naïve person. There may well be a reason that this man is trapped here. But he’ll give him the benefit of the doubt unless proven otherwise.]
( luchino airily waves a hand, not to dismiss shiro's reasoning, but to assure him that the reptilian understands. he can't be upset if there's still some level of distrust, a need to perhaps escape as quickly as possible, or defend himself through some kind of technology that luchino can't understand. it does... make him curious, though: what kind of horrors are out there that require a machine of that size? are there people like luchino, or perhaps something even better--- purple cat-like aliens that conquer for their empire...!
hot aliens btw. i've tested sendak. :)
but luchino stops suddenly after some amount of thinking, in front of one door. one that is larger than the other ones, so that someone of a wider and taller frame could squeeze in without hurting himself. as the former scientist reaches out to touch the doorknob and wrap his long fingers around it, he turns to look at shiro with the smallest curl of a smile on his lips. )
Magic or not, alternate dimension or not, it doesn't matter. There are some things that an explanation would never suffice.
( as for the second thing... if he could blush, he would. but the corners of his eyes crinkle, as that smile deepens. )
I'd like that. Again, it's been a long time since someone was concerned for my well-being.
( he opens the door. inside, the room is dimly lit with candles, some of which sit on a plain wooden table with two brown stools. bookshelves line the room, with what looks like dozens and dozens of books of many sizes. and of course, one luchino-sized bed, which takes up most of his place. on the table itself are two white boxes, innocuous and plain, and the scent of freshly baked pizza hangs gently in the air.
his tongue slips out. )
Come in, come in. It's the cleanest it's ever been!
[While he’s generally a nice guy, he’s not about to lie to the man’s face. Or excuse himself from reacting as he’s habitually been conditioned. While he’s finding any distrust of his companion to be fading away, it’s the building and its other occupants that Shiro’s more wary of. The Black Lion isn’t just his mech, but his friend. As for what the Black Lion faces, well… that’s a story for another time. When it’s not a more enjoyable first-time meet-and-greet over pizza and… heh, blowjobs.
Damn right there’s hot purple cat-like aliens conquering for their crazy emperor! Mmmm, Sendak. You know where to find me for future testing.
Shiro pauses beside the other man when he stops, glancing to him once, then looking to the door in front of them. Bigger than the others around… He looks back to Luchino again when his attention turns to him.]
Well… can’t argue with that. [If he’s not going to get an explanation, he’ll just have to make of it what he can based on his own perceptions and come to a conclusion from those. He knows a few friends who would be fascinated to study this place if that’s indeed what it is, but a promise of secrecy is a promise of secrecy. It’ll be up to Luchino if he wants to break silence on this.
It’s nice to see the smile in his eyes at least.] I’ll do what I can for you.
[Shiro peers over the man’s shoulder (or around it if he has to), curiosity bubbling up. The room itself is surprisingly in order. The candlelight instantly reminds him of a hotel room tucked away in a mansion. And that’s a very large bed… Wow. So many books too! This guy might be a scientist. Which could put more weight to the experiment-gone-awry theory in his head. But the scent of pizza is unmistakable and Shiro’s throat dips a little from the swallow. Hey, he’s only human.]
Trust me, I’ve seen much worse. [Pidge’s room makes this one look pristine.] Thank you.
[Shiro follows him into the room and looks around more proper, taking in the sights and items. Particularly running over what titles might be on the spines of some of the closer books. Curious is as curious does. He lets the door close behind him, whether automatic or if Luchino gets it.]
( carefully, he pulls the door closed with his tail. thank goodness that it's prehensile and easy to use! it took him a while to get used to having such a powerful physical form; as enjoyable as it was to learn about every little new thing about it, it was equally disparaging that he couldn't unleash the full potential unless tracking down a group of survivors. if had tried, there would certainly be a large number of holes in the ceilings all about the manor from where his head would slam into it. thankfully, luchino has not, and has avoided giving himself many concussions despite being tempted. )
Most of them. However, I've found that reading for pleasure has been a way to relieve some of my stress. Because I haven't been able to properly experiment, it's hard to further my research, unless it somehow involves my own scales, flesh, and blood.
( and this is when he turns around and approaches shiro from behind. looming over him, luchino is... careful to make sure his presence is known, but not to the point of trying to be sneaky. he's not. but what he wants to do is be gentle? be kind. to show off his humanity, bear it for someone who's willing to be in his presence. though he is certainly larger, it doesn't mean he has to use that size to intimidate.
especially when he has other things that might do it. two of them, in fact.
so with extreme care and caution, he places his hands on shiro's sides. gingerly, ensuring his claws don't touch him. a gentle sigh leaves the reptile man. )
I will want to write about these experiences. Even if not for scientific purposes, I don't want to forget them any time soon. This is a first for me.
[Shiro stops in front of one of the shelves, arms resting by his sides as he scans over the different titles. Since the guy’s talking about his reading and experiments. It’s the mention of reading for pleasure and the stress that again firms his resolve to find a way to help this man. Though he doesn’t sound like he’s suffering or miserable, it’s not something that’s indicating this whole even was… preferable. Yes, Shiro knows he’s assuming and he’ll be sure to ask more and talk before making any decisions or further offers… but still… there as to be something.]
Experiment properly, hm.
[He wants to ask about those experiments, what the man is trying to continue. But there’s suddenly a looming presence behind him. Obvious and there. Shiro turns his head and tilts it, looking up and over his shoulder at the reptilian figure behind him. There’s no real sign of tension or wariness on his expression. He’s not intimidated. Curious though.
A black brow arches as hands find their way to his sides and he lifts his arms slightly. The way Luchino’s holding him—keeping his claws away from him—is testament to his humanity and acknowledgement of his new body. That’s… promising. The gentle sigh settles on Shiro’s ears and he lowers his left arm, resting it over the back of the man’s large, clawed hand. He lifts his own hand, slower so Luchino can see it, and tentatively rests his fingers on the man’s middle one. Actively touching him. Scales and claw over bone.]
I kind of expected that from a scientist. [He offers the other man a small smile.] I don’t think this is going to be something easy to forget. Especially if it’s your first.
( those penetrating and alien-like eyes of his... they glow brighter as he closes them. yes, it's relaxing to feel shiro reciprocate that touch. can reptiles cry out of sheer relief? no. they do to clean their eyes. but luchino isn't completely cold-blooded nor his namesake, and thus a little bit of moisture does build up at the corners of those glittering orange orbs as he reopens them. though the longer he thinks, the more he also knows that this isn't the time to be too emotional. there's science to be done, experiments to be run, and pizza to be eaten before it gets too cold. )
Shiro. ( the rasp in his voice is barely there, replaced by something smooth like the scales that adorn his body. ) Thank you. Let's start, shall we?
( but before he stands up straight to stretch his spine, he taps the top of shiro's head with his nose--- blunt and slit and almost useless, but it's still there for those times when he wants to be affectionate. and why not? it's been days. months. years? who knows how long. he moves around the man to the table, where he promptly opens one of the boxes and nods. )
One regular cheese pizza. The other has a mixture of toppings, meat and vegetables included. Even a monster such as myself needs a varied diet. It's not like I sit around and munch on bugs all day.
( he turns his head, winks. )
Just some of the day. ( smirk! ) Here, take a slice. We don't have to start just yet.
[Shiro doesn’t quite miss the expression in the other man’s eyes. Despite the alien, reptilian look to them, they still show emotion. After spending the year enslaved as a gladiatorial slave to the Galra, not knowing if or when he’d escape, never seeing another human, never knowing a friendly touch… Shiro knows exactly what it feels like to miss that kind of tactile reassurance. To have someone not be afraid or dismissive of you enough to touch you. How long, he wonders, has this man been trapped behind the claws and scales of this reptilian body? He draws his fingers back along Luchino’s fingers, feeling the length of their run and the round of strong knuckles. The sensation of scales beneath his fingertips is different than flesh or fur, but it’s nothing displeasing.
When Luchino opens his eyes and says his name, Shiro offers him a kind smile.] Sure. Whenever you’re ready.
[He still hasn’t gotten this guy’s name; hopefully it’ll come later. The little bop on the top of the head with his nose earns a small chuckle from the human male and he reaches up with his metal hand to give him a small pat on the side of the jaw, where it curved up towards his ear. Hey, he can return those kind of touches too. Then it’s off to the table.
Where he promptly remembers the experiment they’re planning on. The only thing that’ll make this difficult is holding back on the pizza. The heady rush of cheese and tomato sauce with the herbs and the crusted dough. Man, he’d really missed Earth food while out in space.]
Both sound great. [Hitting two ends of the spectrum isn’t a bad method at all!] Thank you. [He scoops a full-loaded one first off, unable to deny his hunger. Or the gentle laugh that comes with the mention of “sometimes bugs” and that wink.] I’m not knocking it. Some cultures serve up bugs normally. Like fried grasshoppers on sticks. Or chocolate-covered ants.
( an arm and hand, made of metal... starting from just around the bicep? just below the shoulder? it feels pleasant on his scales, a smoothness that doesn't come from flesh or worn hands. yet, he still has one arm that is still from his original body, and that certainly inspires a few questions for the future. not that he didn't already know human limbs didn't grow back, but that wherever or whenever he's from, there's something out there that luchino has no knowledge of. and that... that's exciting. not as much as having a lovely meal and a blowjob afterward, but! it's up there for him.
oh, and that smile. it's not that those who live in the manor don't smile, but shiro's smile? it's different. livelier. it carries a light that luchino's home doesn't have. if he could keep it around him, bottle up that feeling as a reminder, he certainly would! but for now, luchino will just have to remember it. keep it close to his heart. )
Hm. Those do sound pretty delicious! Whether I have the tastebuds to properly enjoy them, I'm not sure. ( one thing he does know is that the cheese pull of the one pizza is beautiful, one long string needing to be cute with a nail as he takes the slice in his hand and holds it up to his face.
but before he does devour the slice in one gulp, which he will, he offers shiro yet another smile. )
I'm Luchino. The 'Evil Reptilian'.
( and down it goes! as soon as his piece disappears from sight, he flicks his tongue out and around his chin to catch whatever he might've missed. )
And having you here is a delight, just like this pizza.
[There would be time to talk about such things later. Perhaps sooner rather than later depending on topics over their meal. Shiro figures the other man has as many questions about him as he does about his new companion. It’s not like curiosity has been wiped out from the scientist; his very presence here is a testament to that. Still, that metal arm, for all its power and ability, lacks those nerves his flesh and blood has. Unable to feel the reptilian man’s jaw beneath his fingers and palm. A different sort of experience than the hand resting on Luchino’s hand. Well… something else for later.
He'll be glad if his visit here leads to more for the scientist than simply an amusing little notion of whether he can eat pizza and get a blowjob at the same time. The man’s already proven to be more friendly and human than his appearance would suggest. Perhaps there’ll be something Shiro can do for him, more than just this, that can help him. Luchino’s smile should be protected too.]
If you can taste what you normally eat, then probably? [Pizza should be a fair test regarding whether the man can taste or not. He lifts his own piece and bites through the tip, eyes noticing that expert slice of a claw through the string of white cheese. This guy knows how to use his body; that’s obvious even though such an easy motion.]
Luchino. [Finally, a name. He feels a soft swell in his chest, satisfied at getting the missing piece.] That’s quite the moniker. [He doesn’t see “evil” much anywhere on Luchino, but figures the name must’ve been thrown at him simply due to his fearsome looks. It’s not fair, but it’s not uncommon either.] You certainly don’t act “evil”, from what I’ve seen.
[Even still, a title’s just a title. It’s actions that speak louder. Shiro quirks a brow when the entire piece suddenly vanishes down Luchino’s gullet. Very much like a reptile. That tongue appears again, flicking around his chin and vanishing again. The pilot offers an impressed whistle.] Thanks. Been a while since I’ve met someone so charming. [It’s not an exaggeration or simple flattery either.
He means it.]
So… if you put your tongue on the pizza, can you taste it?
( time is all luchino has, yet he's unsure of whether he wants that freedom or not. will he be here for an eternity? will he ever have the chance to publish his findings, somehow find another one of those rare creatures that imbued him with this blessing and curse? those things and more, on the back burner in his mind, as he takes yet another slice and flicks his tongue over it before taking a more obvious sniff. the combination of savory cheese and tart sauce, on top of a hearty crust is something that tickles those olfactory senses. )
I can. If one can smell it, one can taste it, and I certainly have enough of that sense to make up for the lack of others.
( said somewhat proudly, as he puts the pizza back down into its box and turns to shiro. he removes his green jacket, leaving the white shirt with its tattered sleeves and his pants still on. but it does expose some of that chest muscle: defined and broad though it narrows considerably toward his waist. not to the point of something sickly, but to further expose how his transformation gave him the lung capacity to be able to make those large jumps with his solidly built legs. )
I could put my tongue on anything and taste it. Smell it, too, at the same time. It's a unique sensation, one that no ordinary reptile could explain, but I am fortunate to know it.
( with a gentle snort, luchino decides to go one step closer toward that inevitability: the thing that drew them together. tongue out, he catches shiro's chin with the tapered and split tip, flicking it up toward his lips and letting it linger there... sliding it between his lips briefly before drawing it back. )
Those who have bestowed me such an unflattering title don't understand or recognize my greatness. To the common man, I know I don't look noble or kind. Therefore, I'm evil. ( a huff, as he shakes his head. ) Perhaps my desire to experiment and push boundaries may provoke the same thoughts? But unlike some of my peers, I didn't look to turn my knowledge into profits in some museum's exhibit...
( he collects himself, then grins toothily. )
... you, however, do have a sweet taste. Maybe our first experiment will culminate in another?
[Shiro lets his curiosity slip from the more series to the lighthearted for now. They can talk about something heavier another time. Right now, it’s more interesting to see the other man test his own olfactory sensors and see what comes up. He figures he’s able to smell despite the serpentine tongue and slit nostrils. Probably has something along the lines of a heat sense as well, from what he remembers about serpents and other reptilian species. Definitely someone who works well as a Hunter, however that factors in Luchino’s lifestyle.]
Glad to know that. It’d be a shame if you couldn’t enjoy this too.
[Between the taste and scent mingling together, pizza brings such a good feeling. Hearing he lacks some other senses doesn’t quite surprise Shiro, but maybe it’s only a lessened sense rather than complete removal? He has sight, taste, smell, hearing, and touch (though he’s assuming on the first and last of those, despite some very suggestive evidence).
Shiro munches on another bite, halfway through the first piece, while Luchino divests himself of his jacket. His eyes take a silent, but attentive run down the reptilian man’s exposed torso. Despite that shirt, he notes the broad shoulders and strong chest muscles pressing against the material. The rather intense narrowing of his waist reminds him of a lizard, streamline and build for quick, sleek motions. And those legs of his, long and powerful. It’s not unnerving to him. Rather, the opposite. Interesting.]
I’m guessing that’s because you were once human.
[A mingling of human and reptilian senses. Biologically and sensory. Shiro pauses when that forked tongue slicks out and catches him on the chin. His body tenses only slightly, from the sensation, before that slender fork slips up from his chin to his lips. It tingles on the rim of his mouth, lingering… and the man slowly parts his lips, letting the tip slip between him as a heated exhale ghosts silently from his mouth. Something slides through his mind… this might not stop at simply a blowjob…]
I’ve seen that kind of thought process and prejudice happen too many times to count. [Shiro frowns slightly at the implications of Luchino’s other comment. Experimenting and pushing boundaries is admirable, but there are dangers to that kind of expansion as well. Some people… change. For the worse.] That’s worthy of admiration, Luchino. But be careful. There are some things we are simply not meant to know. And plenty of things that are corruptive. I’ve seen a lot of results—both good and bad—from the pursuit of breaking boundaries.
[Including the destruction of entire planets, people, races… It’s easy to slip on that slope. Perhaps it’s not in his place to warn the other man, but… he doesn’t want to see him go down a bad path either. Sometimes, those paths look so good at first. The toothy grin eases him a little and that question earns another soft laugh.
Shiro reaches up and takes hold of the zipper under his chin, then pulls down the clasp on his vest. The black material splits apart, revealing the gray turtleneck hugging his body close enough to show clear hints of the strength in his torso, chest muscles highlighted beneath the fabric and promising equal sculpture over his stomach and back. He shrugs out of the vest, momentarily holding his pizza between his teeth, and then takes it back with another bite missing.]
I'm as careful as I can be, though it was probably a little too late for past-me.
( it probably doesn't take a scientist, or at least someone with an analytical and inquisitive mind, to know that who he's seeing is someone very special. it's also not all about his physique, though he would be stupid to not spot how defined the man is beside him through the fabric. how luchino would also love to remove whatever happens to be in his way, to get a much more personal look... but that doesn't necessarily need to happen in the scenario that plays out in his mind, right? no, the most important part is that mouth of his and those lips, how luchino lingers on those for a second or two before returning his gaze back on shiro's face. firm. sculpted.
and those words definitely come from experience. it's the weight that comes from them versus some kind of philosophical and theoretical realm of the imagination. what does shiro know? what has he gone through? it must have to do with that arm of his, or perhaps those who crafted it for him. or some other species or culture that would do anything to conquer? shiro's words hang in his ears, bounce around in his mind. corruptive... corruptive. is he corrupted? or made for the better? he's never let his mind wander down that path, because it does make him feel guilty where guilt shouldn't be.
for science. for discovery. not for selfish gain.
luchino's curiosity is only piqued further as his tongue is accepted. that shiro matches his movements with his own. he's humbled. he knows that their joint experiment will be a very fruitful one, especially if the human is as good as he says he is; that his prior experiences will allow him to completely test whether he can keep his mouth shut with pizza inside while receiving a blowjob.
okay, so maybe he's being a little selfish.
grabbing a spare slice, he moves over to his bed and sits on the edge of it. he rocks back slightly, then leans forward so that he can easily fit his tail on as well. )
I suspect that it'll be easier for you if I sit. I'd hate to make you bend over or kneel for too long.
Maybe, but you’re still alive and working. It’s never too late for someone like that.
[He doesn’t know anything about the how or why, but regardless, he’s offered his help. Even if it’s just a small thing like communication, Luchino probably can figure out by now that Shiro is the kind of man that will try to help him with far more than that. There’s something about this man that Shiro feels drawn to. An urge to know more about him, to learn why he’s just as special. It’d be a lie to say none of it is physical; he’s still a man. Luchino’s character, his voice, the vestibules of humanity that rest intermingled with the reptile, they’re a potent combination. Though they never said much about anything beyond their proposed experiment, the fact both of them just doffed an article of clothing suggests similar mindsets.
Perhaps it is strange a human man would not only respond without panic to a serpentine tongue passing over his mouth, between his lips, but also accept it with a curious parting of his mouth. The answer is pretty simple, though it’s not exactly very positive “dinner conversation” as the case may be. Still, Shiro has no intention of letting down the promise he made for his own skill. Even before the Galra captured him, it wasn’t like he had no sexual experience with other men. Besides… reptilian or not, he’s pretty sure Luchino’s still got that “lizard part” of his brain. If not more.
It's selfish on his own part, but hell if he’s about to stop it. Shiro finishes his first slice as the other man sweeps a second and heads for the bed. One down isn’t enough to fill him, but it’s definitely enough to tide him over for some fun without having his stomach growling at him. The pilot pushes up from the chair and heads over to Luchino’s bed, eyeing the large furniture and the man as he sits on it and tends to his tail’s position. He cracks a small grin before slowly leaning forward. Both hands settle on Luchino’s muscular thighs and Shiro unashamedly feels them, tracing the long lines of flexing muscle beneath his scaled skin. Dips and curves, bulges and sinew. Very attractive legs… This guy can definitely move on them.]
I’ll be fine. We can always move onto the bed fully if it gets too bad.
[Yes, that’s an invitation as Shiro slowly goes down on his knees in between Luchino’s legs, one touching the ground first before the other. He deftly works the man’s pants clasp open, flesh fingers skirting over the slender-but-hard muscles of his tapered torso. Then with one last glance at his new companion, flicks the button open and slowly fans the zipper and fly.]
You're right. ( there's another light, contemplative smile on luchino's face. shiro's not wrong. a chance to do things correctly, to avoid such dark desires and malicious thoughts would be the most ideal way to handle the rest of his scientific endeavors. perhaps, knowing someone would be watching him would be enough to keep him going in the right direction? or maybe because he doesn't wish to hurt or break the trust that shiro has given him will give him the strength to stay on the straight and forward path. to have a person to be good for, to maintain a moral ground, feels much better than going it alone.
his heart skips a beat. shiro's so close already, he can't keep his thighs from twitching as they're touched. his next breath feels warmer as it leaves him, and he spreads his legs slightly more than they were before. both of shiro's hands, working to get rid of luchino's pants makes him taste the air again, flicking, mouth staying agape as he murmurs his appreciation in a low hiss. )
Be careful. You may have never seen anything like what you're searching for.
( as the fly is opened, there is nothing there at first glance. it's only when he leans a little further back and allows the slit in the folds of his scales to part that a shaky moan rumbles from his lips. moisture gathers around it, and it takes all of luchino to not thrust his hips, instead allowing what stirs from inside to peek out: twin tapered tips that peek out and touch the cool air, thickening and bulging out in tandem. the color is about the same as his tongue, a pink that is more flesh-like than the rest of him, but make no mistake: they are certainly far from human. )
There are... two. Between eight and nine inches in length. ( said in between soft huffs. ) You'll have to coax the rest of them out.
( which honestly, shiro is already doing a good job of with those simple touches. it'll just take some more effort to get the rest of them to show themselves. )
[He doesn’t want to assume too much or reprimand the man for doing something he never did. For all Shiro truly knows, this change could have been the result of a fruitful and deliberate experiment that only intended to affect Luchino and nothing else. Though… unfortunately Shiro’s nowhere near that rose-tinted in his worldview. Even if the man hasn’t delved deeply into the risky parts, there are still those temptations when dealing with the new and powerful. He’d like to know more about his experiments and perhaps even invite him to the Garrison. There are people there who would be glad to offer insight, encouragement, and curiosities for his work. And would support him in case he started to delve into some of the darker indulgences. Of course, Shiro and the other Paladins work out of the Garrison as well, so he’d be able to see Luchino plenty.
Things for later talk.
It does take a bit of figuring out and reach around to work the man’s pants free of that impressive tail of his. While most lizards don’t have all that prehensile of a tail, he’s already seen Luchino wrap that doorknob in his. It’s really amazing. He only gets them down below the curve of his hips bones before the mixture of his attention focusing on Luchino’s pelvis and the man’s pants catching around his spreading thighs halts the descent. Not that he’s really questioning it anymore… most of him wants those pants off completely.]
Maybe not… but there’s a first time for everything.
[He’s not all that surprised when he finds a sleek plane of scales resting over the reptilian man’s groin. Akin to one of those not-so-anatomically-correct dolls. Smooth and firm, like a skintight costume of scaled spandex. And then that slit slices through the light-colored scales. Even though he’s not touched him, Luchino moans like that and Shiro feels it rumbling in his chest. Right down to his own groin. The slit parts further and he swallows at the sheer slick of it. Wet gathering around his entrance like that… making it easier to see the movement inside. While… he has seen something similar to this, it’s not exactly the same.
This is unique… and… two? Shiro’s throat dips again as the twin tips appear at the rim of his slit. Small at first, but then abruptly thickening and bulging against each other. They may be tapered at the tip, but they’re not small. The color as the serpentine tongue above. Nothing human about them save for the fact they’re… yeah…]
Two… [He repeats it in a quiet voice, a soft puff of amusement at being given the size coming out in a warm breath ghosting over Luchino’s slit. Cocky lizard man. He abandons the man’s pants and traces both thumbs along the outside of his scaled opening, feeling the rounded rim beneath the small, flexible plates. Just allowing this thumbs to tilt inward and brush along the smooth, wet chute inside that holds his partner’s arousal… s. Shiro eases one hand up, moving to lightly thumb the apex of his slit, the other hand dropping to cup and fondle the base and chance a few touches to his perineum. While he obviously doesn’t seem to have testicles, they could be inside as well. Who knows.
He leans down, eyes still lingering on the sculpture of Luchino’s abdomen, and exhales directly onto the twin shafts just peeking from the heat of his body. Then slowly traces his tongue up the right rim of his cloaca. Up to his thumb, then down to other one. Before trading sides. The heat and flavor are unique all to themselves, tasting the slickness already building up inside the parted flesh and scales. Shiro’s eyes lid slightly as he repeats the motions. Then finally, deliberately, slides his tongue between the ventricle and laves the hot muscle over both tapered tips. Passing one then the other, slowly exploring their shape and size, the sensation of their texture wandering over his tongue. Hell, even if the guy is able to keep the pizza in his mouth, that’s probably not really a focus for either of them anymore.]
( if he could leave the manor behind, take to space with shiro... sate not just his own curiosities, but learn about others and mayhaps take them into his own heart and mind and somehow bring something great into that world that is far away from the one he knows? he would be delighted. he would be thrilled. one large leap for reptile-kind, and possibly more than that if he has the energy and presence to do so. he might even give some of those pesky and cute aliens up there a run for their money, or even find some that might look similar to himself? who knows! the possibilities are endless!
but right now, the only thing he knows is the moment that they've created for themselves. luchino rolls his hips, spreads his legs further to make room for shiro, and gulps down a breath of warming air. his eyes lock onto those hands, those hands, those fingers. he's certainly playing the part of a scientist and researcher himself, though shiro doesn't look so flabbergasted by the idea of 'alien' reproductive organs. no, if anything, he's doing just fine. are his eyes on his two shafts, two wet looking organs that certainly ready for what they do best? they certainly seem to be and luchino is delighted.
upon feeling the tongue... sparks! not yet fireworks, but the lights are in his eyes. instinctively, he squeezes and flexes his feet, the talons there gently scratching the wooden floor. not carving, not just yet. he takes another breath, fills his lungs with air as a hiss comes from the back of his throat. he lounges back and places his free hand on the edge of the bed at his side, gripping the sheets and mattress. each one of his cocks receives attention and they pulse along with his heart, stiffening and growing more and more to the point of going full mast, engorged and dribbling. )
Sh... Shiro. ( the pizza in the other hand is quivering. ) You're not... ah, afraid?
( then again, it takes all of his strength to not drop the pizza. all of his focus to not listen to that lizard brain of his, whispering dark things that accompany temptation. )
[If he’s already game for it, then Luchino’s going to be given such an opportunity later on. Shiro’s already thought about how he wants to approach that subject. A simple suggestion that he could further his research and meet new people at the Garrison. While he’s still not sure if this mansion is keeping Luchino here or if it’s self-induced exile, he’ll figure that out when it approaches. As for the house being larger on the inside than the outside… well, that’s definitely something the scientists at the Garrison would love to look into. But Shiro plans to keep all of Luchino’s secrets until the man himself is ready to offer them.
And, well… they’ll… probably come up with a different story on how they first met. Shiro doesn’t regret this, but it’s not really something he wants people to know about. It’s private, between him and Luchino.
The way he rolls his hips presses his groin just a little further towards his face, causing Shiro’s tongue to slide between the twin shafts hiding within the other man’s slit. God damn, the way his legs move like that is so… tempting. It’s hard to keep his fingers from just grabbing and tearing those now-kind-of-annoying brown pants off Luchino’s legs. As soon as he gets a small break, he’s going to fix that little issue…
Shiro lifts his eyes, traveling along the light tan scales covering Luchino’s toned stomach and chest, up his throat to his face, wanting to see his reaction as his tongue works over his organs. The heady breaths of heating air he’s gulping in make his ears burn with pleasure. And his eyes… he can see the lights sparking in them as much as the faint red burning in the reptilian man’s face. The soft scratching noises momentarily surprise him, but he realizes what they are a second later and can’t help a soft breath of amusement. Those are going to be interesting…
As Luchino leans back in that attractive, sex-glazed lounge of his, Shiro draws his head back, allowing the man’s twin cocks to push and swell further from his body. He doesn’t let up on his touches, hands smoothing out to either side of the reptilian’s hips and his tongue sliding along the tapered heads. Shiro curls his tongue in a U around one, cupping the tip in the slick muscle and letting a few beads of saliva drool down his filling shaft. So hot and full… the throbbing flesh engorged… he can taste his fluid already, dripping from the tip and coating his lengths. A quick flick of his tongue leaves the second and Shiro looks up at Luchino.]
No. Should I be?
[The question is honest, but kind, as if he already knows the answer. Luchino is a good man. He’s not naïve enough to think the reptilian doesn’t have darkness in his past, might even be wrestling with it now. But… there’s someone there Shiro’s offering a hand towards, hoping he’ll take it. For a few seconds, he hesitates. But then leans up. Question answered or not, Shiro closes the distance between them and finds Luchino’s mouth with his own. It’s not part of the deal, not part of the experiment… but damn it. He can’t bring himself to care right now.
( he doesn't even have the pizza in his mouth yet and it still slides off of his palm, off to the side and onto the floor. a wet sound that is surely not the only one that's been made so far, and certainly not the last, especially given how much has leaked from the tips of both of his dicks. is it some benefit of the mutation he's gone through, similar to the one that gave him the ability to slam into the ground with such force that it could send ripples of fear through all those nearby? or perhaps it's just that rare venom that still courses through his veins, seeking for someone to mate with, and which encourages him in all of the best ways.
is shiro that someone? well, he's certainly on the right track for that distinction. )
No... you shouldn't. I've never wanted to hurt anyone. Merely frighten them, yes, but not like this. ( softly: ) Not like this.
( that hand, though. he carefully takes it, squeezes it with his palm and curls his fingers around it. luchino watches those claws again, to ensure no actual harm comes to the pilot. for all of the bloodletting he's done, the idea of it now is almost sickening. especially when it's offered to comfort him, to settle and remind him of where they are. his chest and stomach feel cool now, a soothing sensation that is amplified as he feels shiro pulls himself up and shares what he's been tasting.
it's certainly a surprise. the applications of his tongue, of his sex, those were things he never considered to be relevant--- at least at this stage. but perhaps his priorities need to be reevaluated! it's almost floral in a way, not yet a perfume or cologne or musk but something that carries his pheromones. probably not to the effect of attracting others, but definitely not a deterrent. something to make the experience more pleasant. and let's not forget what it does to his heart.
this man. he's something. how lucky luchino is to have him, even if it ends up being temporary. a fling, a raindrop to a lake.
with his other hand, he raises it and his fingers to touch shiro's face. to run it over, into his hair, to cup the back of his head, then place it on his back. something he fears he'll screw up somehow, but with all the care in the world... he accomplishes. )
Who knew there'd be a man as good as yourself out there? ( he flicks out his tongue again, tapping under shiro's chin then makes it way to his cheek, where he taps again. ) Certainly too good for these... ah, troublemakers.
[Shiro hears that wet sound as the pizza hits the ground. Somewhere in his mind, there’s probably some regret for wasting food like that. But, well… he’s a little distracted right now. Despite the obvious trade of Luchino’s fluid from his dicks to his mouth, Shiro had really just intended to share the kiss as a way to prove he wasn’t scared of the reptilian man. Now that the kiss is settling against Luchino’s mouth, that exchange of flavors is pretty obvious. Sinking into the touch, he leans a bit further into him, one hand resting on the bed, the other still braced on a strong, scaled thigh.
Any number of warning thoughts could be going through his head right now. Serpents and other reptiles are venomous. Who knew what could be resting withing Luchino’s lips? He has fangs that could cut or envenomate him, a long prehensile tongue that could easily grab his own or go right down his throat (the latter part’s not much a problem), he could even have toxic saliva. Anything that might make a human wary of pressing his open mouth and bare lips to the man’s own scaled white. And yet… he does… and one taste throws any potential doubt or regret out the damn window.]
Don’t worry. I’m not frightened. [Shiro offers a small smile, both comforting and charming.] You’re very attractive. Looks and personality.
[Shiro lets the man take his hand, lifting his arm to give Luchino full access to his remaining flesh hand. The way he squeezes it and curls his fingers around it… He move his fingers, deliberately brushing over the green and white scales, touching long black claws and feeling the shape of his hand. It’s a pleasant sensation, knowing Luchino’s taking care not to nick or cut him. But as the other man will likely see soon, Shiro’s had a hell of a lot worse than some nicks or cuts.
He's well aware this escalated quickly. It could be the heat, could be experimentation between two people, a way to form a bond that’s more in tune with the bestial part of humanity. But Shiro at least knows he’d like to see more of Luchino even after this. As that large hand comes to res on his face, the pilot leans into it, tilting his head into the run of fingers that skim over his flesh and card through his hair. The longer shock of white bangs fluffs a little over his index and thumb until Luchino delves into the shorter black area of his hair, the back and sides cropped short in an undercut that probably gives the reptilian man an interesting sensation to fondle. A gentle skim of those claws earns a shiver rippling down Shiro’s spine.]
Don’t praise me too much. [He offers the comment with a soft laugh.] I’m not a “clean” person. [Yes, he was “good”, but as a soldier, a gladiatorial slave, even as a Paladin, he’s killed. He’s destroyed. He’s selfishly kept himself alive at the expense of others. No logical person would condemn him for it, but Shiro… he takes care of that condemning himself. Tries not to think about it, but it’s there. Ghosts of the past, those no locked away both the amnesia and the PTSD issues. Anyways… he shakes himself mentally to throw the thoughts off. There’s a flicking of that ruby tongue against his chin, tickling its way up to his cheek for a few taps. It brings a small grin to the human’s face.]
Wouldn’t say that. [Then turns his head and opens his mouth. Enough to let his tongue slide out and brush against the forked tips of Luchino’s. A slight “puff of his chest” and an invitation.] Maybe we should… get a little more comfortable? [And tugs two metal fingers at the strained hem of Luchino’s pants in suggestion.] See what other trouble we can make.
( thank goodness he's not poisonous, that he didn't somehow acquire traits that would make him hard to touch or be with. it would've made his own self-hatred a lot stronger, his own doubts and unhappiness probably too much to bear. he's already been gifted and cursed with this form, and the positives and negatives have already been weighed out to be completely neutral. no longer would he have the skin of being human, the somewhat mediocre and unremarkable form of a scientist who spent hours sitting and reading and writing and experimenting. instead, he would have to learn how to do everything all over again but with the limitations that inhumanity has brought him.
but with shiro, he already feels a modicum of 'normal'. and now luchino blushes, the heat creeping up along his cheeks and a slight discoloration blossoms below his eyes. he knew that he could control the hue of his scales if he wanted, but there was no reason to do so. for shiro, though? he would go through every color that his scales could turn if he wanted. he could be green, blue, pink... even white. to show off, yes, but to show off the various other kinds of attractive he could be. )
You're too kind. ( a quality that he wishes all people could have, but it suits shiro just fine. he snickers at the return tongue touch. cute! ) And you don't have to be 'clean'. You just have to be observant. Thoughtful... empathetic.
( a man who's making luchino think of himself as a man again. for that, he will be eternally thankful. but for now, he nods. he chuckles as his pants are tugged on, and luchino is more than happy to use his claws to quietly shear through the fabric, allowing himself to be finally exposed and free. of course, it also means he has to carefully pull the now shredded pants off and around his tail, and toss them onto the ground--- covering the pizza that has gone cold.
the reptile man slides further back onto the bed, where he again spreads his legs. shedding his shirt, he presents himself, ready for shiro to join him. )
[Shiro’s pretty glad for that too. Admittedly, there’s a part of him that’s just waiting for something to start tingling on his lips or for his tongue to go numb. But the more seconds that pass without anything negative, the easier it is to accept there’s no venom. Perhaps it’s just something Luchino can control, decide when he wants to inject. Who knows? Either way, he’s grateful for it, leaving him able to kiss and touch the other man without any kind of worry. Well, there’s the spines under his chin, sharp teeth, those dark claws on his fingers, the large talons on his toes, but apart from those expected parts of a reptilian man, nothing else hidden away that’s coming to light. Still, getting to explore Luchino isn’t a chance Shiro’s going to take lightly. This man’s intriguing…
He leans in for a quick flick of his tongue along one of those flushed, white-scaled cheeks. Surprised the blush even shows up on his scales, but it’s attractive. Maybe his scales still mimic the heat and chance of human skin in some ways. He wouldn’t be surprised—definitely amazing though—to find out Luchino has camouflage abilities. What kinds of colors can he turn his scales? What patterns could he make? He’ll keep the questions inside for a little bit longer, not wanting to just overwhelm the guy with curiosity. Some of which might be considered personal.]
Not all the time. [Unfortunately Shiro can’t let Luchino assume he’s kind and gentle all the time; he knows when to be firm and even rude (though it’s rare). But right now, he just wants the other man to know acceptance. And attraction. Shiro ducks his head a little at the mention of being observant, eyes wandering along Luchino’s cheek and down to his throat, then back up.] Think I’ve got those down.
[With the idea of a blowjob and pizza now firmly thrown out the window, Shiro draws back to kneel on the floor in front of Luchino, giving him room to move his pan—or just completely shred them. The human’s mouth drops a little as claws rip right through the material and leave him wide open to display.] Whoa… [From the entire display. Both the power and precision of those claws and the revealed body beneath. The cling of those pants and that shirt didn’t leave too much to the imagination, but seeing him completely… presenting himself as he settles on the bed and tosses his shirt away… naked and ready.
Shiro swallows before pushing himself up.] You really are amazing, Luchino… [Then moves to undo his own belt. Sorry, but he’s not wrecking his clothes. Hot as it’d be. Leather and metal click and he pops the fly of his pants after the buckle of his belt flicks open. A quick step and tug frees his boots and he pulls them off via a step on the heel of one, then the other. Gripping the hem of his shirt from inside the rim of his pants, Shiro pulls it up his torso and over his head. He knows exactly what Luchino’s going to see.
Apart from the impressive sculpture of his stacked muscles and athletic body, build for speed and power, the price he paid for it is etched all over his body. Scars tear and rip across his skin, covering his body, arms and torso alike, with marks that came from an array of claws, teeth, bladed weapons, metal and rock, a host of other injuries he accrued over a year of fighting for his life in the Galra prisoner arenas. It’s no exaggeration to say Shiro’s a mess. It’s a miracle his head escaped lasting scars save for the one sliced across the bridge of his nose. As his shirt falls from his metal hand, he uses his other to shuck his pants off his hips, taking a pair of black boxer briefs with it. Shiro’s lower half didn’t receive any less rough treatment than his upper, scar marks decorating the lines of his hips and strong thighs and calves.
If it’s any consolation, he’s hard as a rock, to put it nicely. The mixture of Luchino’s touches, getting the invitation to work his tongue around his cocks, and that final strip and splay on the bed… how the hell could he have kept his own arousal down? Not that he’s any slouch to look at either, a full eight and a half inches and thick. Shiro kneels one leg on the bed, eyes moving to meet the other man’s. Ironic for all they’ve done, he’s still giving Luchino the option to back out. After all, the kind of damage to his body isn’t what people would call “attractive” by any sense of the word.]
( shiro's rewarded with a deeper blush, a hum of appreciation, and the sound of his tail brushing underneath him. that tongue! that human tongue. when was the last time he felt one, other than today? it's been a long time coming, that's for sure. how firm and strong it is, how broad it is compared to his reptilian one. even though it lacks the length and flexibility, it's certainly... beautiful, in a strange way. to be able to taste every kind of flavor is a thing luchino does miss, but there are other advantages that he's come to enjoy. )
No. But to a stranger, you've only extended your most pleasant qualities. Unbiased.
( his scales brighten again, red and pink. amazing? him? that's the last compliment he ever expects to hear. crazy. unfiltered. hyper-focused. mad. there were a lot of words his peers had slung at him, but they bounced off of him as if he already had scales there all along. to then be complimented and graced by shiro's stripping act... well. how could he not groan as his twin shafts start to flow again? how could his thighs not twitch as he aches for some kind of touch again, desiring relief?
it's when he sees shiro's clothes off that makes him sit up. it's not the fact that he's muscular, fit, built like a prime specimen of a man, but the fact those scars... those marks? he's taken a beating at some point in his life. they look old, but that means nothing physically. it's mentally. emotionally. those scars rarely fade. he knows that from experience. luchino slowly sits up, bends forward so that he could rub the man's chest with the back of his scaled hand. over some of those scars, over some of those marks. a familiar anger bubbles in his chest. each one receives a second of intensity, that rage growing and growing with every one that he notices. )
Whoever did this to you... I hope they paid for it.
( shiro is still handsome. that much is true. slowly, he leans back and opens his arms. )
[While he’s not what you could say “ashamed” of his body, it’s not as if he voluntarily strips down for just anyone. Normally his casual wear still retains long sleeves and pants, though that’s rather common for those working in the Garrison. Guess he’s just more comfortable with something covering him. But even still, reality is a thing. To show up with all of these marks and blemishes is not something most humans would react so casually to. Scars indicate wounds, wounds indicate pain, and pain is uncomfortable for people. Faced with their own fragility. And of course the awkward notion of whether or not they should ask about those scars, offer condolences, or if it’s more polite to simply ignore them and then come across as insensitive. It’s that kind of thing that usually gears Shiro towards keeping them covered. So others aren’t burdened by him.
Part of being a leader sometimes means shouldering the lion’s share on your own. Not all the time, but there are certain limits. Luchino mentioned him extending his most pleasant qualities, right? Well, that privacy is just one of them. Though it’s no longer private between the two of them. Out in the open, exposed, presenting… offering. Nakedness is vulnerability, despite what a muscular body and scars or scales would suggest. Luchino showed him everything. How could he not return the favor? Even with the air of arousal and intimacy settling over them, this goes just a little deeper than that.
Not to say he’s so absorbed in himself that Shiro doesn’t notice the way his partner’s scales suddenly change colors. Silver eyes widen in surprise and admiration as green and white shift to a lovely shade of red and pink, reminding him of some of the aquatic species he’s encountered, and some of the flowering exotics within his adventures with the other Paladins. He really is beautiful, his abilities impressive and admirable. That groan in response to his own reveal is flattering, but he still wants Luchino to decide for himself.
“A beating” is barely the tip of the iceberg behind the year-long experience he led, fighting in death matches for the Galra spectators. A gladiator wearing the marks that spoke of his weakness, his mistakes, his determination, his survival, and the blood on his hands to pay for that refusal to die. Luchino’s not wrong about the mental and emotional scars either. Perhaps ironically, perhaps luckily, most of Shiro’s memories of that time are locked away behind amnesia, so it’s not often he dwells on their details. As the reptilian man sits up and leans forward, Shiro keeps his place half on the bed, waiting for him to explore as he wants. A scaled hand rubs at his chest, knuckles and joints brushing over the scars. His flesh is smooth around those scars, many of them “smoothed” over with scar tissue. But some still retain their jagged edges, giving his physique the occasional change in texture thanks to raised tissues or sunken (missing) flesh. The attention is touching and he regards the other man with a silent gaze.
Luchino’s angry. Angry over him. It’s empathy, clear and simple. A human heart beneath those reptilian features.] In ways. [He doesn’t like to think much about it. What he did.]
It’s better to focus on me being alive, not what happened. [His voice is gentle, a soft suggestion they focus on now rather than then. Can’t change then, but they can enjoy now. As Luchino leans back and calls to him, Shiro exhales softly, a breeze of relief drifting through him that he’s accepted. Then turns to move onto both knees and prowls onto the large bed. Moving over those long red-scaled legs, hands smoothing over the man’s thighs and up to his shoulders as Shiro moves over him, knees settling on either side of his waist and his hands resting on Luchino’s broad shoulders. He slides one over and down, embracing his back as he pulls himself close, finding he hunter’s mouth again in a heated kiss.]
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Date: 2020-09-06 05:24 am (UTC)But the clothes only reaffirm that this man used to be human. From the overcoat to the shirt and those incredibly-tight-fitting trousers. Shiro’s learned to size people up via their bodies as well as their attitude and presence, so there’s no way he missed the power in those thighs and the man’s tail. The look in his eye, however, that menacing glitter of gold with its serpentine ebony slit… yeah, that makes him tense up.
Shiro still sees him more as a man who became reptilian rather than the other way around. The bow is… actually rather charming, and he relaxes before stepping into the once-grand home.]
Good evening. [Shiro notes the attempted warmth despite the hiss and offers a smile before returning the bow as well.] Your address was clear enough.
[Thanks for the door warning. He glances behind him at the now-closed panel, but then turns back to the other man and moves within arm’s length to offer his flesh arm in greeting.]
Takashi Shirogane. Or “Shiro” for short. I’m sorry I didn’t get your name before.
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Date: 2020-09-06 04:07 pm (UTC)( his movements are careful. measured, so that he wouldn't appear to be some kind of prehistoric predator that some have believed him to be. no, he's the same man who somehow found his way into this form; a curious being who allowed a curious and mysterious creature to chomp down and spread its venom into his body. as he leans forward, he can't help but taste the air with that serpentine tongue; a short peek and nothing more. the last thing he wants to do is intimidate shiro by giving him a love tap with that tapered, slick muscle. )
These halls are long. They might even go into eternity... care that you don't lose sight of me. ( a huff, and then a snicker. ) Though if you'd like, you can hold onto my tail.
( he'd offer his hand but they're scaled and clawed, deadly talons that can easily rend anything he puts his muscle behind. perhaps they're soft, but he can't risk hurting his guest.
despite them, luchino never thought about using them. no, his skill with a kukri was good enough, and even then he would normally strike someone he pursued with the grip of it. it's all intimidation; fear that would send someone tumbling down and keep them still. fear that he doesn't want to push onto shiro. even though he sounds tough, luchino could tell: there's something that makes him uncomfortable and it's the reptile's job to calm those nerves. one way or another. )
The exterior and interior don't match up. It's even larger inside than the building looks from the outside. To what extent, I'm not sure.
( there's a left and a right at the end of the hall, and he takes right. )
But for what it's worth? The device I used to communicate with the outside world, it shorted out after I was able to place an order... but I feel that no matter what, you will not be trapped here. You don't deserve to be here.
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Date: 2020-09-06 05:55 pm (UTC)[And the safest security in case anything did go wrong. But he’ll keep that information to himself. Meeting and learning about this man are more important topics to go on.
Shiro notes the other’s movements just as well. They have purpose to them, deliberately done to act more human than reptilian. Only more proof that this man had once been exactly that. He wonders what happened to him, if it was by choice or not, and if there is some way to help him, perhaps return him back to normal. A black brow quirks upward as that serpentine tongue slithers out into the air, tasting it the same way a snake does. Shiro definitely doesn’t look intimidated at all. Mostly curious. He’s been around a lot of aliens and some have some… interesting ways to greet people.]
I’ll keep close to you. [He does exactly that, moving up to the reptilian man, well within his arm’s reach (and his tail). The little huff and snicker give him one more human quality and Shiro glances at the long, lizard-like appendage.] If I start to fall behind, I’ll do that.
[Unlikely though. He may not have his paladin armor with him—for similar reason of not wanting to appear a threat to the other man—but still has a decent hunting and tracking prowess. His thoughts about the mansion, however, are answered by mentions of long halls, an eternity within them, and the mysterious indication of the exterior versus the interior not matching.]
As in magic or an alternate dimension?
[More than a year ago, he would’ve dismissed such notions. Now, however, he fully believes in both and accepts it without a second glance. He keeps pace with the other man, his interest in him gradually and steadily pushing away the wariness he has regarding the mansion. Sure, he’ll still be on guard, but rather than just for himself, he’s keeping an eye out for his companion as well. Protective.
Shiro takes the right with him, boots sure on the ground.]
No one deserves to be trapped. Not even you. Maybe there’s a way I can help. Even if it’s just getting you a more reliable communication device.
[Though he knows even now that he wants to do more for this Hunter than simply give him a sturdy phone. Still, Shiro’s not a naïve person. There may well be a reason that this man is trapped here. But he’ll give him the benefit of the doubt unless proven otherwise.]
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Date: 2020-09-06 11:39 pm (UTC)hot aliens btw. i've tested sendak. :)but luchino stops suddenly after some amount of thinking, in front of one door. one that is larger than the other ones, so that someone of a wider and taller frame could squeeze in without hurting himself. as the former scientist reaches out to touch the doorknob and wrap his long fingers around it, he turns to look at shiro with the smallest curl of a smile on his lips. )
Magic or not, alternate dimension or not, it doesn't matter. There are some things that an explanation would never suffice.
( as for the second thing... if he could blush, he would. but the corners of his eyes crinkle, as that smile deepens. )
I'd like that. Again, it's been a long time since someone was concerned for my well-being.
( he opens the door. inside, the room is dimly lit with candles, some of which sit on a plain wooden table with two brown stools. bookshelves line the room, with what looks like dozens and dozens of books of many sizes. and of course, one luchino-sized bed, which takes up most of his place. on the table itself are two white boxes, innocuous and plain, and the scent of freshly baked pizza hangs gently in the air.
his tongue slips out. )
Come in, come in. It's the cleanest it's ever been!
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Date: 2020-09-06 11:56 pm (UTC)Damn right there’s hot purple cat-like aliens conquering for their crazy emperor! Mmmm, Sendak. You know where to find me for future testing.Shiro pauses beside the other man when he stops, glancing to him once, then looking to the door in front of them. Bigger than the others around… He looks back to Luchino again when his attention turns to him.]
Well… can’t argue with that. [If he’s not going to get an explanation, he’ll just have to make of it what he can based on his own perceptions and come to a conclusion from those. He knows a few friends who would be fascinated to study this place if that’s indeed what it is, but a promise of secrecy is a promise of secrecy. It’ll be up to Luchino if he wants to break silence on this.
It’s nice to see the smile in his eyes at least.] I’ll do what I can for you.
[Shiro peers over the man’s shoulder (or around it if he has to), curiosity bubbling up. The room itself is surprisingly in order. The candlelight instantly reminds him of a hotel room tucked away in a mansion. And that’s a very large bed… Wow. So many books too! This guy might be a scientist. Which could put more weight to the experiment-gone-awry theory in his head. But the scent of pizza is unmistakable and Shiro’s throat dips a little from the swallow. Hey, he’s only human.]
Trust me, I’ve seen much worse. [Pidge’s room makes this one look pristine.] Thank you.
[Shiro follows him into the room and looks around more proper, taking in the sights and items. Particularly running over what titles might be on the spines of some of the closer books. Curious is as curious does. He lets the door close behind him, whether automatic or if Luchino gets it.]
So many books… Are these all on reptiles?
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Date: 2020-09-07 02:21 am (UTC)Most of them. However, I've found that reading for pleasure has been a way to relieve some of my stress. Because I haven't been able to properly experiment, it's hard to further my research, unless it somehow involves my own scales, flesh, and blood.
( and this is when he turns around and approaches shiro from behind. looming over him, luchino is... careful to make sure his presence is known, but not to the point of trying to be sneaky. he's not. but what he wants to do is be gentle? be kind. to show off his humanity, bear it for someone who's willing to be in his presence. though he is certainly larger, it doesn't mean he has to use that size to intimidate.
especially when he has other things that might do it. two of them, in fact.
so with extreme care and caution, he places his hands on shiro's sides. gingerly, ensuring his claws don't touch him. a gentle sigh leaves the reptile man. )
I will want to write about these experiences. Even if not for scientific purposes, I don't want to forget them any time soon. This is a first for me.
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Date: 2020-09-07 04:55 am (UTC)Experiment properly, hm.
[He wants to ask about those experiments, what the man is trying to continue. But there’s suddenly a looming presence behind him. Obvious and there. Shiro turns his head and tilts it, looking up and over his shoulder at the reptilian figure behind him. There’s no real sign of tension or wariness on his expression. He’s not intimidated. Curious though.
A black brow arches as hands find their way to his sides and he lifts his arms slightly. The way Luchino’s holding him—keeping his claws away from him—is testament to his humanity and acknowledgement of his new body. That’s… promising. The gentle sigh settles on Shiro’s ears and he lowers his left arm, resting it over the back of the man’s large, clawed hand. He lifts his own hand, slower so Luchino can see it, and tentatively rests his fingers on the man’s middle one. Actively touching him. Scales and claw over bone.]
I kind of expected that from a scientist. [He offers the other man a small smile.] I don’t think this is going to be something easy to forget. Especially if it’s your first.
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Date: 2020-09-07 10:41 pm (UTC)Shiro. ( the rasp in his voice is barely there, replaced by something smooth like the scales that adorn his body. ) Thank you. Let's start, shall we?
( but before he stands up straight to stretch his spine, he taps the top of shiro's head with his nose--- blunt and slit and almost useless, but it's still there for those times when he wants to be affectionate. and why not? it's been days. months. years? who knows how long. he moves around the man to the table, where he promptly opens one of the boxes and nods. )
One regular cheese pizza. The other has a mixture of toppings, meat and vegetables included. Even a monster such as myself needs a varied diet. It's not like I sit around and munch on bugs all day.
( he turns his head, winks. )
Just some of the day. ( smirk! ) Here, take a slice. We don't have to start just yet.
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Date: 2020-09-07 11:07 pm (UTC)When Luchino opens his eyes and says his name, Shiro offers him a kind smile.] Sure. Whenever you’re ready.
[He still hasn’t gotten this guy’s name; hopefully it’ll come later. The little bop on the top of the head with his nose earns a small chuckle from the human male and he reaches up with his metal hand to give him a small pat on the side of the jaw, where it curved up towards his ear. Hey, he can return those kind of touches too. Then it’s off to the table.
Where he promptly remembers the experiment they’re planning on. The only thing that’ll make this difficult is holding back on the pizza. The heady rush of cheese and tomato sauce with the herbs and the crusted dough. Man, he’d really missed Earth food while out in space.]
Both sound great. [Hitting two ends of the spectrum isn’t a bad method at all!] Thank you. [He scoops a full-loaded one first off, unable to deny his hunger. Or the gentle laugh that comes with the mention of “sometimes bugs” and that wink.] I’m not knocking it. Some cultures serve up bugs normally. Like fried grasshoppers on sticks. Or chocolate-covered ants.
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Date: 2020-09-08 01:56 am (UTC)oh, and that smile. it's not that those who live in the manor don't smile, but shiro's smile? it's different. livelier. it carries a light that luchino's home doesn't have. if he could keep it around him, bottle up that feeling as a reminder, he certainly would! but for now, luchino will just have to remember it. keep it close to his heart. )
Hm. Those do sound pretty delicious! Whether I have the tastebuds to properly enjoy them, I'm not sure. ( one thing he does know is that the cheese pull of the one pizza is beautiful, one long string needing to be cute with a nail as he takes the slice in his hand and holds it up to his face.
but before he does devour the slice in one gulp, which he will, he offers shiro yet another smile. )
I'm Luchino. The 'Evil Reptilian'.
( and down it goes! as soon as his piece disappears from sight, he flicks his tongue out and around his chin to catch whatever he might've missed. )
And having you here is a delight, just like this pizza.
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Date: 2020-09-08 03:00 am (UTC)He'll be glad if his visit here leads to more for the scientist than simply an amusing little notion of whether he can eat pizza and get a blowjob at the same time. The man’s already proven to be more friendly and human than his appearance would suggest. Perhaps there’ll be something Shiro can do for him, more than just this, that can help him. Luchino’s smile should be protected too.]
If you can taste what you normally eat, then probably? [Pizza should be a fair test regarding whether the man can taste or not. He lifts his own piece and bites through the tip, eyes noticing that expert slice of a claw through the string of white cheese. This guy knows how to use his body; that’s obvious even though such an easy motion.]
Luchino. [Finally, a name. He feels a soft swell in his chest, satisfied at getting the missing piece.] That’s quite the moniker. [He doesn’t see “evil” much anywhere on Luchino, but figures the name must’ve been thrown at him simply due to his fearsome looks. It’s not fair, but it’s not uncommon either.] You certainly don’t act “evil”, from what I’ve seen.
[Even still, a title’s just a title. It’s actions that speak louder. Shiro quirks a brow when the entire piece suddenly vanishes down Luchino’s gullet. Very much like a reptile. That tongue appears again, flicking around his chin and vanishing again. The pilot offers an impressed whistle.] Thanks. Been a while since I’ve met someone so charming. [It’s not an exaggeration or simple flattery either.
He means it.]
So… if you put your tongue on the pizza, can you taste it?
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Date: 2020-09-08 04:09 am (UTC)I can. If one can smell it, one can taste it, and I certainly have enough of that sense to make up for the lack of others.
( said somewhat proudly, as he puts the pizza back down into its box and turns to shiro. he removes his green jacket, leaving the white shirt with its tattered sleeves and his pants still on. but it does expose some of that chest muscle: defined and broad though it narrows considerably toward his waist. not to the point of something sickly, but to further expose how his transformation gave him the lung capacity to be able to make those large jumps with his solidly built legs. )
I could put my tongue on anything and taste it. Smell it, too, at the same time. It's a unique sensation, one that no ordinary reptile could explain, but I am fortunate to know it.
( with a gentle snort, luchino decides to go one step closer toward that inevitability: the thing that drew them together. tongue out, he catches shiro's chin with the tapered and split tip, flicking it up toward his lips and letting it linger there... sliding it between his lips briefly before drawing it back. )
Those who have bestowed me such an unflattering title don't understand or recognize my greatness. To the common man, I know I don't look noble or kind. Therefore, I'm evil. ( a huff, as he shakes his head. ) Perhaps my desire to experiment and push boundaries may provoke the same thoughts? But unlike some of my peers, I didn't look to turn my knowledge into profits in some museum's exhibit...
( he collects himself, then grins toothily. )
... you, however, do have a sweet taste. Maybe our first experiment will culminate in another?
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Date: 2020-09-08 05:08 am (UTC)Glad to know that. It’d be a shame if you couldn’t enjoy this too.
[Between the taste and scent mingling together, pizza brings such a good feeling. Hearing he lacks some other senses doesn’t quite surprise Shiro, but maybe it’s only a lessened sense rather than complete removal? He has sight, taste, smell, hearing, and touch (though he’s assuming on the first and last of those, despite some very suggestive evidence).
Shiro munches on another bite, halfway through the first piece, while Luchino divests himself of his jacket. His eyes take a silent, but attentive run down the reptilian man’s exposed torso. Despite that shirt, he notes the broad shoulders and strong chest muscles pressing against the material. The rather intense narrowing of his waist reminds him of a lizard, streamline and build for quick, sleek motions. And those legs of his, long and powerful. It’s not unnerving to him. Rather, the opposite. Interesting.]
I’m guessing that’s because you were once human.
[A mingling of human and reptilian senses. Biologically and sensory. Shiro pauses when that forked tongue slicks out and catches him on the chin. His body tenses only slightly, from the sensation, before that slender fork slips up from his chin to his lips. It tingles on the rim of his mouth, lingering… and the man slowly parts his lips, letting the tip slip between him as a heated exhale ghosts silently from his mouth. Something slides through his mind… this might not stop at simply a blowjob…]
I’ve seen that kind of thought process and prejudice happen too many times to count. [Shiro frowns slightly at the implications of Luchino’s other comment. Experimenting and pushing boundaries is admirable, but there are dangers to that kind of expansion as well. Some people… change. For the worse.] That’s worthy of admiration, Luchino. But be careful. There are some things we are simply not meant to know. And plenty of things that are corruptive. I’ve seen a lot of results—both good and bad—from the pursuit of breaking boundaries.
[Including the destruction of entire planets, people, races… It’s easy to slip on that slope. Perhaps it’s not in his place to warn the other man, but… he doesn’t want to see him go down a bad path either. Sometimes, those paths look so good at first. The toothy grin eases him a little and that question earns another soft laugh.
Shiro reaches up and takes hold of the zipper under his chin, then pulls down the clasp on his vest. The black material splits apart, revealing the gray turtleneck hugging his body close enough to show clear hints of the strength in his torso, chest muscles highlighted beneath the fabric and promising equal sculpture over his stomach and back. He shrugs out of the vest, momentarily holding his pizza between his teeth, and then takes it back with another bite missing.]
I’d like that, Luchino.
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Date: 2020-09-08 09:07 pm (UTC)( it probably doesn't take a scientist, or at least someone with an analytical and inquisitive mind, to know that who he's seeing is someone very special. it's also not all about his physique, though he would be stupid to not spot how defined the man is beside him through the fabric. how luchino would also love to remove whatever happens to be in his way, to get a much more personal look... but that doesn't necessarily need to happen in the scenario that plays out in his mind, right? no, the most important part is that mouth of his and those lips, how luchino lingers on those for a second or two before returning his gaze back on shiro's face. firm. sculpted.
and those words definitely come from experience. it's the weight that comes from them versus some kind of philosophical and theoretical realm of the imagination. what does shiro know? what has he gone through? it must have to do with that arm of his, or perhaps those who crafted it for him. or some other species or culture that would do anything to conquer? shiro's words hang in his ears, bounce around in his mind. corruptive... corruptive. is he corrupted? or made for the better? he's never let his mind wander down that path, because it does make him feel guilty where guilt shouldn't be.
for science. for discovery. not for selfish gain.
luchino's curiosity is only piqued further as his tongue is accepted. that shiro matches his movements with his own. he's humbled. he knows that their joint experiment will be a very fruitful one, especially if the human is as good as he says he is; that his prior experiences will allow him to completely test whether he can keep his mouth shut with pizza inside while receiving a blowjob.
okay, so maybe he's being a little selfish.
grabbing a spare slice, he moves over to his bed and sits on the edge of it. he rocks back slightly, then leans forward so that he can easily fit his tail on as well. )
I suspect that it'll be easier for you if I sit. I'd hate to make you bend over or kneel for too long.
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Date: 2020-09-09 12:55 am (UTC)[He doesn’t know anything about the how or why, but regardless, he’s offered his help. Even if it’s just a small thing like communication, Luchino probably can figure out by now that Shiro is the kind of man that will try to help him with far more than that. There’s something about this man that Shiro feels drawn to. An urge to know more about him, to learn why he’s just as special. It’d be a lie to say none of it is physical; he’s still a man. Luchino’s character, his voice, the vestibules of humanity that rest intermingled with the reptile, they’re a potent combination. Though they never said much about anything beyond their proposed experiment, the fact both of them just doffed an article of clothing suggests similar mindsets.
Perhaps it is strange a human man would not only respond without panic to a serpentine tongue passing over his mouth, between his lips, but also accept it with a curious parting of his mouth. The answer is pretty simple, though it’s not exactly very positive “dinner conversation” as the case may be. Still, Shiro has no intention of letting down the promise he made for his own skill. Even before the Galra captured him, it wasn’t like he had no sexual experience with other men. Besides… reptilian or not, he’s pretty sure Luchino’s still got that “lizard part” of his brain. If not more.
It's selfish on his own part, but hell if he’s about to stop it. Shiro finishes his first slice as the other man sweeps a second and heads for the bed. One down isn’t enough to fill him, but it’s definitely enough to tide him over for some fun without having his stomach growling at him. The pilot pushes up from the chair and heads over to Luchino’s bed, eyeing the large furniture and the man as he sits on it and tends to his tail’s position. He cracks a small grin before slowly leaning forward. Both hands settle on Luchino’s muscular thighs and Shiro unashamedly feels them, tracing the long lines of flexing muscle beneath his scaled skin. Dips and curves, bulges and sinew. Very attractive legs… This guy can definitely move on them.]
I’ll be fine. We can always move onto the bed fully if it gets too bad.
[Yes, that’s an invitation as Shiro slowly goes down on his knees in between Luchino’s legs, one touching the ground first before the other. He deftly works the man’s pants clasp open, flesh fingers skirting over the slender-but-hard muscles of his tapered torso. Then with one last glance at his new companion, flicks the button open and slowly fans the zipper and fly.]
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Date: 2020-09-09 04:05 am (UTC)his heart skips a beat. shiro's so close already, he can't keep his thighs from twitching as they're touched. his next breath feels warmer as it leaves him, and he spreads his legs slightly more than they were before. both of shiro's hands, working to get rid of luchino's pants makes him taste the air again, flicking, mouth staying agape as he murmurs his appreciation in a low hiss. )
Be careful. You may have never seen anything like what you're searching for.
( as the fly is opened, there is nothing there at first glance. it's only when he leans a little further back and allows the slit in the folds of his scales to part that a shaky moan rumbles from his lips. moisture gathers around it, and it takes all of luchino to not thrust his hips, instead allowing what stirs from inside to peek out: twin tapered tips that peek out and touch the cool air, thickening and bulging out in tandem. the color is about the same as his tongue, a pink that is more flesh-like than the rest of him, but make no mistake: they are certainly far from human. )
There are... two. Between eight and nine inches in length. ( said in between soft huffs. ) You'll have to coax the rest of them out.
( which honestly, shiro is already doing a good job of with those simple touches. it'll just take some more effort to get the rest of them to show themselves. )
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Date: 2020-09-10 12:14 am (UTC)Things for later talk.
It does take a bit of figuring out and reach around to work the man’s pants free of that impressive tail of his. While most lizards don’t have all that prehensile of a tail, he’s already seen Luchino wrap that doorknob in his. It’s really amazing. He only gets them down below the curve of his hips bones before the mixture of his attention focusing on Luchino’s pelvis and the man’s pants catching around his spreading thighs halts the descent. Not that he’s really questioning it anymore… most of him wants those pants off completely.]
Maybe not… but there’s a first time for everything.
[He’s not all that surprised when he finds a sleek plane of scales resting over the reptilian man’s groin. Akin to one of those not-so-anatomically-correct dolls. Smooth and firm, like a skintight costume of scaled spandex. And then that slit slices through the light-colored scales. Even though he’s not touched him, Luchino moans like that and Shiro feels it rumbling in his chest. Right down to his own groin. The slit parts further and he swallows at the sheer slick of it. Wet gathering around his entrance like that… making it easier to see the movement inside. While… he has seen something similar to this, it’s not exactly the same.
This is unique… and… two? Shiro’s throat dips again as the twin tips appear at the rim of his slit. Small at first, but then abruptly thickening and bulging against each other. They may be tapered at the tip, but they’re not small. The color as the serpentine tongue above. Nothing human about them save for the fact they’re… yeah…]
Two… [He repeats it in a quiet voice, a soft puff of amusement at being given the size coming out in a warm breath ghosting over Luchino’s slit. Cocky lizard man. He abandons the man’s pants and traces both thumbs along the outside of his scaled opening, feeling the rounded rim beneath the small, flexible plates. Just allowing this thumbs to tilt inward and brush along the smooth, wet chute inside that holds his partner’s arousal… s. Shiro eases one hand up, moving to lightly thumb the apex of his slit, the other hand dropping to cup and fondle the base and chance a few touches to his perineum. While he obviously doesn’t seem to have testicles, they could be inside as well. Who knows.
He leans down, eyes still lingering on the sculpture of Luchino’s abdomen, and exhales directly onto the twin shafts just peeking from the heat of his body. Then slowly traces his tongue up the right rim of his cloaca. Up to his thumb, then down to other one. Before trading sides. The heat and flavor are unique all to themselves, tasting the slickness already building up inside the parted flesh and scales. Shiro’s eyes lid slightly as he repeats the motions. Then finally, deliberately, slides his tongue between the ventricle and laves the hot muscle over both tapered tips. Passing one then the other, slowly exploring their shape and size, the sensation of their texture wandering over his tongue. Hell, even if the guy is able to keep the pizza in his mouth, that’s probably not really a focus for either of them anymore.]
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Date: 2020-09-10 10:08 pm (UTC)and cutealiens up there a run for their money, or even find some that might look similar to himself? who knows! the possibilities are endless!but right now, the only thing he knows is the moment that they've created for themselves. luchino rolls his hips, spreads his legs further to make room for shiro, and gulps down a breath of warming air. his eyes lock onto those hands, those hands, those fingers. he's certainly playing the part of a scientist and researcher himself, though shiro doesn't look so flabbergasted by the idea of 'alien' reproductive organs. no, if anything, he's doing just fine. are his eyes on his two shafts, two wet looking organs that certainly ready for what they do best? they certainly seem to be and luchino is delighted.
upon feeling the tongue... sparks! not yet fireworks, but the lights are in his eyes. instinctively, he squeezes and flexes his feet, the talons there gently scratching the wooden floor. not carving, not just yet. he takes another breath, fills his lungs with air as a hiss comes from the back of his throat. he lounges back and places his free hand on the edge of the bed at his side, gripping the sheets and mattress. each one of his cocks receives attention and they pulse along with his heart, stiffening and growing more and more to the point of going full mast, engorged and dribbling. )
Sh... Shiro. ( the pizza in the other hand is quivering. ) You're not... ah, afraid?
( then again, it takes all of his strength to not drop the pizza. all of his focus to not listen to that lizard brain of his, whispering dark things that accompany temptation. )
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Date: 2020-09-11 04:33 pm (UTC)And, well… they’ll… probably come up with a different story on how they first met. Shiro doesn’t regret this, but it’s not really something he wants people to know about. It’s private, between him and Luchino.
The way he rolls his hips presses his groin just a little further towards his face, causing Shiro’s tongue to slide between the twin shafts hiding within the other man’s slit. God damn, the way his legs move like that is so… tempting. It’s hard to keep his fingers from just grabbing and tearing those now-kind-of-annoying brown pants off Luchino’s legs. As soon as he gets a small break, he’s going to fix that little issue…
Shiro lifts his eyes, traveling along the light tan scales covering Luchino’s toned stomach and chest, up his throat to his face, wanting to see his reaction as his tongue works over his organs. The heady breaths of heating air he’s gulping in make his ears burn with pleasure. And his eyes… he can see the lights sparking in them as much as the faint red burning in the reptilian man’s face. The soft scratching noises momentarily surprise him, but he realizes what they are a second later and can’t help a soft breath of amusement. Those are going to be interesting…
As Luchino leans back in that attractive, sex-glazed lounge of his, Shiro draws his head back, allowing the man’s twin cocks to push and swell further from his body. He doesn’t let up on his touches, hands smoothing out to either side of the reptilian’s hips and his tongue sliding along the tapered heads. Shiro curls his tongue in a U around one, cupping the tip in the slick muscle and letting a few beads of saliva drool down his filling shaft. So hot and full… the throbbing flesh engorged… he can taste his fluid already, dripping from the tip and coating his lengths. A quick flick of his tongue leaves the second and Shiro looks up at Luchino.]
No. Should I be?
[The question is honest, but kind, as if he already knows the answer. Luchino is a good man. He’s not naïve enough to think the reptilian doesn’t have darkness in his past, might even be wrestling with it now. But… there’s someone there Shiro’s offering a hand towards, hoping he’ll take it. For a few seconds, he hesitates. But then leans up. Question answered or not, Shiro closes the distance between them and finds Luchino’s mouth with his own. It’s not part of the deal, not part of the experiment… but damn it. He can’t bring himself to care right now.
Of course he’s not afraid of him.]
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Date: 2020-09-11 05:25 pm (UTC)is shiro that someone? well, he's certainly on the right track for that distinction. )
No... you shouldn't. I've never wanted to hurt anyone. Merely frighten them, yes, but not like this. ( softly: ) Not like this.
( that hand, though. he carefully takes it, squeezes it with his palm and curls his fingers around it. luchino watches those claws again, to ensure no actual harm comes to the pilot. for all of the bloodletting he's done, the idea of it now is almost sickening. especially when it's offered to comfort him, to settle and remind him of where they are. his chest and stomach feel cool now, a soothing sensation that is amplified as he feels shiro pulls himself up and shares what he's been tasting.
it's certainly a surprise. the applications of his tongue, of his sex, those were things he never considered to be relevant--- at least at this stage. but perhaps his priorities need to be reevaluated! it's almost floral in a way, not yet a perfume or cologne or musk but something that carries his pheromones. probably not to the effect of attracting others, but definitely not a deterrent. something to make the experience more pleasant. and let's not forget what it does to his heart.
this man. he's something. how lucky luchino is to have him, even if it ends up being temporary. a fling, a raindrop to a lake.
with his other hand, he raises it and his fingers to touch shiro's face. to run it over, into his hair, to cup the back of his head, then place it on his back. something he fears he'll screw up somehow, but with all the care in the world... he accomplishes. )
Who knew there'd be a man as good as yourself out there? ( he flicks out his tongue again, tapping under shiro's chin then makes it way to his cheek, where he taps again. ) Certainly too good for these... ah, troublemakers.
( they throb and twitch. )
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Date: 2020-09-11 09:56 pm (UTC)Any number of warning thoughts could be going through his head right now. Serpents and other reptiles are venomous. Who knew what could be resting withing Luchino’s lips? He has fangs that could cut or envenomate him, a long prehensile tongue that could easily grab his own or go right down his throat (the latter part’s not much a problem), he could even have toxic saliva. Anything that might make a human wary of pressing his open mouth and bare lips to the man’s own scaled white. And yet… he does… and one taste throws any potential doubt or regret out the damn window.]
Don’t worry. I’m not frightened. [Shiro offers a small smile, both comforting and charming.] You’re very attractive. Looks and personality.
[Shiro lets the man take his hand, lifting his arm to give Luchino full access to his remaining flesh hand. The way he squeezes it and curls his fingers around it… He move his fingers, deliberately brushing over the green and white scales, touching long black claws and feeling the shape of his hand. It’s a pleasant sensation, knowing Luchino’s taking care not to nick or cut him. But as the other man will likely see soon, Shiro’s had a hell of a lot worse than some nicks or cuts.
He's well aware this escalated quickly. It could be the heat, could be experimentation between two people, a way to form a bond that’s more in tune with the bestial part of humanity. But Shiro at least knows he’d like to see more of Luchino even after this. As that large hand comes to res on his face, the pilot leans into it, tilting his head into the run of fingers that skim over his flesh and card through his hair. The longer shock of white bangs fluffs a little over his index and thumb until Luchino delves into the shorter black area of his hair, the back and sides cropped short in an undercut that probably gives the reptilian man an interesting sensation to fondle. A gentle skim of those claws earns a shiver rippling down Shiro’s spine.]
Don’t praise me too much. [He offers the comment with a soft laugh.] I’m not a “clean” person. [Yes, he was “good”, but as a soldier, a gladiatorial slave, even as a Paladin, he’s killed. He’s destroyed. He’s selfishly kept himself alive at the expense of others. No logical person would condemn him for it, but Shiro… he takes care of that condemning himself. Tries not to think about it, but it’s there. Ghosts of the past, those no locked away both the amnesia and the PTSD issues. Anyways… he shakes himself mentally to throw the thoughts off. There’s a flicking of that ruby tongue against his chin, tickling its way up to his cheek for a few taps. It brings a small grin to the human’s face.]
Wouldn’t say that. [Then turns his head and opens his mouth. Enough to let his tongue slide out and brush against the forked tips of Luchino’s. A slight “puff of his chest” and an invitation.] Maybe we should… get a little more comfortable? [And tugs two metal fingers at the strained hem of Luchino’s pants in suggestion.] See what other trouble we can make.
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Date: 2020-09-12 08:31 pm (UTC)but with shiro, he already feels a modicum of 'normal'. and now luchino blushes, the heat creeping up along his cheeks and a slight discoloration blossoms below his eyes. he knew that he could control the hue of his scales if he wanted, but there was no reason to do so. for shiro, though? he would go through every color that his scales could turn if he wanted. he could be green, blue, pink... even white. to show off, yes, but to show off the various other kinds of attractive he could be. )
You're too kind. ( a quality that he wishes all people could have, but it suits shiro just fine. he snickers at the return tongue touch. cute! ) And you don't have to be 'clean'. You just have to be observant. Thoughtful... empathetic.
( a man who's making luchino think of himself as a man again. for that, he will be eternally thankful. but for now, he nods. he chuckles as his pants are tugged on, and luchino is more than happy to use his claws to quietly shear through the fabric, allowing himself to be finally exposed and free. of course, it also means he has to carefully pull the now shredded pants off and around his tail, and toss them onto the ground--- covering the pizza that has gone cold.
the reptile man slides further back onto the bed, where he again spreads his legs. shedding his shirt, he presents himself, ready for shiro to join him. )
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Date: 2020-09-12 11:15 pm (UTC)He leans in for a quick flick of his tongue along one of those flushed, white-scaled cheeks. Surprised the blush even shows up on his scales, but it’s attractive. Maybe his scales still mimic the heat and chance of human skin in some ways. He wouldn’t be surprised—definitely amazing though—to find out Luchino has camouflage abilities. What kinds of colors can he turn his scales? What patterns could he make? He’ll keep the questions inside for a little bit longer, not wanting to just overwhelm the guy with curiosity. Some of which might be considered personal.]
Not all the time. [Unfortunately Shiro can’t let Luchino assume he’s kind and gentle all the time; he knows when to be firm and even rude (though it’s rare). But right now, he just wants the other man to know acceptance. And attraction. Shiro ducks his head a little at the mention of being observant, eyes wandering along Luchino’s cheek and down to his throat, then back up.] Think I’ve got those down.
[With the idea of a blowjob and pizza now firmly thrown out the window, Shiro draws back to kneel on the floor in front of Luchino, giving him room to move his pan—or just completely shred them. The human’s mouth drops a little as claws rip right through the material and leave him wide open to display.] Whoa… [From the entire display. Both the power and precision of those claws and the revealed body beneath. The cling of those pants and that shirt didn’t leave too much to the imagination, but seeing him completely… presenting himself as he settles on the bed and tosses his shirt away… naked and ready.
Shiro swallows before pushing himself up.] You really are amazing, Luchino… [Then moves to undo his own belt. Sorry, but he’s not wrecking his clothes. Hot as it’d be. Leather and metal click and he pops the fly of his pants after the buckle of his belt flicks open. A quick step and tug frees his boots and he pulls them off via a step on the heel of one, then the other. Gripping the hem of his shirt from inside the rim of his pants, Shiro pulls it up his torso and over his head. He knows exactly what Luchino’s going to see.
Apart from the impressive sculpture of his stacked muscles and athletic body, build for speed and power, the price he paid for it is etched all over his body. Scars tear and rip across his skin, covering his body, arms and torso alike, with marks that came from an array of claws, teeth, bladed weapons, metal and rock, a host of other injuries he accrued over a year of fighting for his life in the Galra prisoner arenas. It’s no exaggeration to say Shiro’s a mess. It’s a miracle his head escaped lasting scars save for the one sliced across the bridge of his nose. As his shirt falls from his metal hand, he uses his other to shuck his pants off his hips, taking a pair of black boxer briefs with it. Shiro’s lower half didn’t receive any less rough treatment than his upper, scar marks decorating the lines of his hips and strong thighs and calves.
If it’s any consolation, he’s hard as a rock, to put it nicely. The mixture of Luchino’s touches, getting the invitation to work his tongue around his cocks, and that final strip and splay on the bed… how the hell could he have kept his own arousal down? Not that he’s any slouch to look at either, a full eight and a half inches and thick. Shiro kneels one leg on the bed, eyes moving to meet the other man’s. Ironic for all they’ve done, he’s still giving Luchino the option to back out. After all, the kind of damage to his body isn’t what people would call “attractive” by any sense of the word.]
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Date: 2020-09-14 03:34 am (UTC)No. But to a stranger, you've only extended your most pleasant qualities. Unbiased.
( his scales brighten again, red and pink. amazing? him? that's the last compliment he ever expects to hear. crazy. unfiltered. hyper-focused. mad. there were a lot of words his peers had slung at him, but they bounced off of him as if he already had scales there all along. to then be complimented and graced by shiro's stripping act... well. how could he not groan as his twin shafts start to flow again? how could his thighs not twitch as he aches for some kind of touch again, desiring relief?
it's when he sees shiro's clothes off that makes him sit up. it's not the fact that he's muscular, fit, built like a prime specimen of a man, but the fact those scars... those marks? he's taken a beating at some point in his life. they look old, but that means nothing physically. it's mentally. emotionally. those scars rarely fade. he knows that from experience. luchino slowly sits up, bends forward so that he could rub the man's chest with the back of his scaled hand. over some of those scars, over some of those marks. a familiar anger bubbles in his chest. each one receives a second of intensity, that rage growing and growing with every one that he notices. )
Whoever did this to you... I hope they paid for it.
( shiro is still handsome. that much is true. slowly, he leans back and opens his arms. )
Come here.
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Date: 2020-09-14 04:18 am (UTC)Part of being a leader sometimes means shouldering the lion’s share on your own. Not all the time, but there are certain limits. Luchino mentioned him extending his most pleasant qualities, right? Well, that privacy is just one of them. Though it’s no longer private between the two of them. Out in the open, exposed, presenting… offering. Nakedness is vulnerability, despite what a muscular body and scars or scales would suggest. Luchino showed him everything. How could he not return the favor? Even with the air of arousal and intimacy settling over them, this goes just a little deeper than that.
Not to say he’s so absorbed in himself that Shiro doesn’t notice the way his partner’s scales suddenly change colors. Silver eyes widen in surprise and admiration as green and white shift to a lovely shade of red and pink, reminding him of some of the aquatic species he’s encountered, and some of the flowering exotics within his adventures with the other Paladins. He really is beautiful, his abilities impressive and admirable. That groan in response to his own reveal is flattering, but he still wants Luchino to decide for himself.
“A beating” is barely the tip of the iceberg behind the year-long experience he led, fighting in death matches for the Galra spectators. A gladiator wearing the marks that spoke of his weakness, his mistakes, his determination, his survival, and the blood on his hands to pay for that refusal to die. Luchino’s not wrong about the mental and emotional scars either. Perhaps ironically, perhaps luckily, most of Shiro’s memories of that time are locked away behind amnesia, so it’s not often he dwells on their details. As the reptilian man sits up and leans forward, Shiro keeps his place half on the bed, waiting for him to explore as he wants. A scaled hand rubs at his chest, knuckles and joints brushing over the scars. His flesh is smooth around those scars, many of them “smoothed” over with scar tissue. But some still retain their jagged edges, giving his physique the occasional change in texture thanks to raised tissues or sunken (missing) flesh. The attention is touching and he regards the other man with a silent gaze.
Luchino’s angry. Angry over him. It’s empathy, clear and simple. A human heart beneath those reptilian features.] In ways. [He doesn’t like to think much about it. What he did.]
It’s better to focus on me being alive, not what happened. [His voice is gentle, a soft suggestion they focus on now rather than then. Can’t change then, but they can enjoy now. As Luchino leans back and calls to him, Shiro exhales softly, a breeze of relief drifting through him that he’s accepted. Then turns to move onto both knees and prowls onto the large bed. Moving over those long red-scaled legs, hands smoothing over the man’s thighs and up to his shoulders as Shiro moves over him, knees settling on either side of his waist and his hands resting on Luchino’s broad shoulders. He slides one over and down, embracing his back as he pulls himself close, finding he hunter’s mouth again in a heated kiss.]
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