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.]
( those scales of his will eventually revert back to their natural color after a few moments, of which are filled with him staring and continuously going over those scars of shiro's. yes, he should move on, but he can't. he can't stop thinking about what monster would force a man whose heart is still so big to take that kind of abuse. what kind of pain he went through. what kind of loneliness must've accompanied it all. it doesn't matter what luchino looks like, he's not without a heart himself. it's why that ache continues to throb even as shiro climbs onto the bed, tries to console him despite the fact it wasn't the reptilian who was tortured in that way. but he still feels!
luchino opens his mouth, ready to respond, but the kiss freezes him. the moment finally comes and he is green again, that original shade that mimics the same coloration of the creature that chomped onto him. but now he's occupied with shiro's mouth and lips and everything and he feels alive. the mood in his room is bright again. he takes in a deep breath and his chest is filled again, but with more of shiro's scent and taste than anything else--- and it's delicious. sinfully so. it feels like he's doing something that no one else has done before.
and with that? his tongue comes into play. new experiences. learning. he's not going to shove it all the way down shiro's throat, no, but he can certainly use it to explore every place in the man's mouth. he's at the point where any more force could be uncomfortable for the both of them, in different ways. a moan and rumble emanates from his chest, feeling feverish as he desires to feel more. do more. go as far as he can without leaving a scar on shiro's skin.
he raises his hips, pushing those two cocks of his against shiro's thighs, grinding them against. he leaves trails of some kind of lubricated fluid, which coats the skin, even moves a little further past so he could grind one of his dicks against the man's. one, then the other. )
[While he’s not used to people seeing the scars, it doesn’t mean it’s never happened. And Luchino’s reactions aren’t anything alien to him on the times it has happened. The staring and the hesitation, not sure if they should touch or look away or keep their hands off or be attentive. Shiro can almost read along with those thoughts. The anger, confusion, sympathy, comfort for him. He hopes it won’t take the other man out of their current state too much. This should be far more pleasant than being despondent over his body. But at the same time, the show of his human heart is a pleasant reminder that appearances don’t matter. Luchino’s still a man and Shiro wants to treat him as such. In all the ways he can.
He may not know the green-scaled reptilian’s history, but Shiro’s not so naïve to figure there have been struggles in his past as well. No one could go from human to reptilian like this without having to struggle with the changes. Both personal and social. Loneliness, frustration, rejection, probably. He’d like to help Luchino forget about all of those things and enjoy the company of another so warm and wanting with him once again.
Shiro leans into the kiss, head tilting to the side and his eyes closing. The ghost of white bangs skims along the man’s forehead, his own lips brushing the incremented lines tracing along Luchino’sl lips. It’s like he can feel the change in the room as much as he can feel the reptilian man pressing to him. Warmer, lighter. That breath breaks the kiss and Shiro leans back just enough to notice his partner’s changed back to green. It’s a very attractive color on him, the white and emerald highlighting his orange hair and red eyes. While it’s not Shiro’s first time having sex, this is definitely a first for him in regards to body type.
A new experience just between them. That ruby tongue returns again and Shiro opens his mouth to kiss him again, taking the twisting, forked appendage into his mouth. A slight glimmer of saliva beads on the corner of his mouth and Shiro lifts his own tongue to deliberately touch the serpentine tongue exploring every part of his own mouth. Stroking over the cylindrical “rope” of flesh, the small ‘seam’ between the muscle that precedes the fork. Actually, he wouldn’t really mind that tongue shoving all the way down his throat… though he can’t promise the forked part won’t tickle at first. Snakes do have that quick flicking motion of their tongues.
Swallowing down that moan rumbling in the man’s powerful chest, Shiro gasps softly, mouth breaking from the kiss as he drops his forehead against Luchino. His breath comes shorter as those twin cocks rub against his thighs and he deliberately shifts his hips, running the inside of his thighs and his own arousal against the man’s hemipenis. That slick fluid he leaves behind tingles slightly, leaving his skin glistening. Precum seeps from Shiro’s own shaft, drooling down his length and leaking onto Luchino’s dicks. He ruts forward, thrusting between the pair before returning the individual nuzzle to them one at a time. Kneeling over the man’s lap, Shiro opens his eyes halfway, gazing down between them to watch himself and his partner rub against each other, exploring the differences and similarities between human and reptile.]
You feel good… Luchino…
[Even his name feels good coming off his tongue. Breathless and hot. Desire.]
( the scientist in him says to find a way to possibly make those scars disappear. would some part of luchino be able to do it? his own wounds from the rare creature that did this to him did disappear once the venom ran through his veins, started the slow process of transforming him into something even rarer than the reptile itself. the change itself wasn't painful, and at the time, the mental aspect didn't hit him until way after he took his first steps as some kind of hybrid. perhaps luchino could find a way to lessen the bestial effects and only bring some of the regeneration? why, that could be an experiment all by itself; something to pass the time and further his research...!
but... no.
no. never. not shiro. he chides himself from falling back on old habits, selfish ones that never considered the consequences of his actions. not this man who's been so willing to accept him. he's come to the manor and has been extended a level of protection no one else in luchino's life will ever receive again. and here, in his bedroom, shiro will certainly find it to be a safe place for him if he ever had to return in any situation--- emergency, booty call, what-have-you.
those thoughts flee the scene as he feels the other man drag his dick in between his own, and he jerks his hips upward into it. to feel another one that isn't his own touching, rubbing, grinding... why does his mouth feel so dry? he licks his lips. how could he sate that ever-growing hunger that keeps growing, gnashing its teeth on the fringes of his mind, makes itself known with every twitch and pulse of his engorged cocks? )
I want to... make you feel good, Shiro.
( with one thing in mind, he stares at the man. the only question in his mind is if whether he could take both? )
[It’s a nice thought, but Shiro would politely decline if the offer was given to him. Though it seems almost illogical for someone to turn down the chance to return to “good as new” state, these scars are part of him, his experiences, and to wipe them away—pretend they never happened—just feels… untrue to himself. As for regenerating his missing arm… that would be a harder bridge to cross and one he doesn’t want to have to face. Already, thanks to his clone’s body that he’s now inhabiting, his muscular dystrophy had been cured, though the Galra witch apparently decided his scars should be included in the clones. Likely to make them as hard as possible to distinguish between the real one… All of that had done down in the past, nothing Luchino need worry about (if he ever finds out).
Needless to say, the two of them definitely have some interesting backstories to trade, should they find themselves on that topic…
A low groan slips between his teeth as he rolls his hips forward again, tracing the head of his cock upward along Luchino’s stomach. It’s a heady feeling, the tiny light-colored scales rippling beneath the drooling glans of his dick as it follows the contours of the reptilian’s abs. Makes a mess over his scales, but that’s half the pleasure right now. The other half is that pair of dripping dicks scissoring on either side of Shiro’s own cock, slicking him up and mingling their precum as it drools down the trio of erect members and drips off Shiro’s balls and glazes Luchino’s slit and groin.]
Ah-h! [Shiro’s breath stammers out as the man bucks his hips up, pushing his cock’s shaft flush against the hot base of his twin shafts. He answers with another roll of his own, actively thrusting between the man’s dick’s, balls occasionally rubbing at the base of his slit. The way Luchino’s twitching like that, his dicks pulsing against him and making everything wetter, feels almost too amazing for words. And then he says that sweet little line and Shiro’s eyes lid at the tenderness and heat. To make him feel good… He lifts his gaze, meeting the red, slitted eyes in front of him.]
You already are. [But it’s almost like he can read that question burning in the reptilian man’s mind and leans in to steal another kiss from him. Yeah… he’ll definitely try to take both. In either end. Shiro breaks the kiss with a low pant, saliva stretching a gossamer strand between his lower lip and Luchino’s, then slowly leans back, rocking on his knees and shins to pull away from his partner until their rutting hips are blatantly exposed to the air, naked body rolling with each other’s as he kneels on his lap.] Want me to use my mouth again? Or do you?
( oh, that noise! it's music to his ears, the kind of melody that lights a fire inside of him. it's not the sound of fear, of where whimpers and cries can be found in a different light, but the sound of arousal. of nerves lighting up, of primal needs finding themselves unfulfilled, of blood pumping through the body, leaving the most intelligent creature in a stupor due to arousal clouding judgement... well. that does mean that luchino is quite susceptible to it himself, and this is why he hisses in delight. how picturesque their cocks are, flesh on flesh, slick on slick. he surely does want shiro to feel what no other man has, and undoubtedly has already experienced many things, but this must be different. he has to make it special.
and there is probably nothing more special than being stretched to one's limits. )
I want to... ( he swallows. how does he put this without sounding ridiculous? should he sound romantic? tender? loving? he might be reptile, but what are mating habits for any species, really? ) ... experience your other end.
( for science??? haha, no. not for science. to feel whole. complete. he tilts his head to one side, unsure about how his inquiry might be taken. or inquiries. how prepared is he? it doesn't matter how much he wants to fuck, it matters that )
Will it work? ( luchino huffs. ) I know it may be physically taxing, but...
[Shiro’s breath falls from his lips with each motion of his hips, a grind forward sliding his dick between Luchino’s and stealing his air, only for him to inhale again as he slides backwards with the sensation of those slick, twin rods dragging along the sides of his length. He drinks in the sounds as well as the sights, from the wet slick of their cocks together to the reptilian man’s noises as he feels that same pleasure. The hiss in delight that’s as human as it is animalistic. Some random thought in his mind wonders how long it’s been since someone’s been with Luchino like this. If past partners had run from him thanks to the change. Possibly.
But he wants to make all of that go away. The doubt and loneliness. There’s attractive qualities in the man even with his reptilian features (and for Shiro, those same features have quite a bit of attractiveness in them). From the curl of his tongue to the shape and feel of his scales to the differences in their bodies. It’s an exploration and thrill he knows he’s not going to find anywhere else but here in Luchino’s bed.
Shiro looks up at the other man’s face when he utters those two words. It’s rather cute, how Luchino’s suddenly embarrassed and awkward despite the fact they’re naked together and rubbing like this. He’s curious about how he’s going to voice his desires…
And then can’t help a soft chuckle when his reptilian partner actually does so. A charming little smile curves across Shiro’s face and he leans up to nuzzle against Luchino’s cheek. Just a few times before bringing his mouth back to the man’s and settling a kiss against his lips.]
You’re rather charming when you’re flustered.
[That huff’s especially endearing. Shiro leans back again, letting them each other moving together.]
I can take it, Luchino. However much you want to give me.
[He reaches down and rubs the tips of his flesh fingers over their lengths, pressing the trio of heads together and twisting a little to milk the messy mélange of precum onto his fingers.]
Did you want to use your tongue, fingers? Or should I just hop on?
[The last part’s deliberately teasing, but there’s a heat in there that says Shiro won’t exactly mind doing that if his partner wants to skip the prep.]
( so many choices, but some are more realistic than others. oh, how he loves what he's hearing. what he's tasting on the air. what he wants to do for shiro, to treat him right, to give the man this reptile knows and so much more. his blood percolates in his veins, heats and dances with the tantalizing options set before him. he could, of course, cram those twin shafts inside of the strong-looking human. those would bring him the quickest amount of pleasure, but to what extent would it affect the future? he's a beast, but not that kind of beast. he owes shiro this. perhaps some foreplay is in order, let another part of him work its magic...
it is, of course, another kind of experiment. right?
unconsciously, luchino's tongue peeks out. it sneaks out and stretches, curls up to tap his own chin before moving out and swiping along shiro's lips. that same hunger from before hasn't diminished in the slightest; no, it's been waiting. lurking. every breath that he takes inundates his senses, makes something strain inside of him more and more. )
Tongue. ( it's one of his unique parts, isn't it? ) Just... ah, I'll be careful...
( because with shiro leaning back, it'll allow him to lean forward just enough so that when he lets his tongue free, there's no stopping it from working its way then worming its way into shiro's passage. the thin ribbon of slick, forked muscle, cramming itself inside. whether it's effective in properly preparing shiro is one thing, but he's trying his best... he might not be able to force every centimeter of it inside, but luchino can at least pack as much of it as he can. )
[Shiro might be doing some guiding with the questions, but he really doesn’t mind what they end up doing. The fact they’re already here like this, naked together on the same bed, touching and feeling amid the heated breaths and voices, is more than enough to know it’s going to be good. His pulse runs fast through his body and every throb of his cock against Luchino’s pair is another jolt of pleasure through his skin. It’s tempting… throw caution to the wind and let the reptilian man shove both his dicks inside him. Tapered as the tips are, they’re still really long, really thick… Hell of a man being able to double penetrate him by himself. But he’s also aware that’d get them both off the fastest route possible. It’d be more fun to explore, play first, prepare.
There’s more to Luchino than a pair of beautiful cocks. Shiro’s eyes drop to the sudden reappearance of that tongue, wandering over the ruby extension as it flicks over the man’s chin and finally slips across his own lips. He opens his mouth, exhaling lightly against the forked tips, then chances his own tongue to slide out and run along Luchino’s in a welcoming touch. And he gets an answer. Shiro offers a soft “heh” in acceptance and nods as he moves backwards.]
You’ll be fine… [Assuring him. He knows Luchino will be careful. But damn, he didn’t expect the man’s tongue to be that long. As he leans back, Luchino leans forward and Shiro drops onto both elbows, lying almost between the reptilian’s legs, his own limbs spread on either side of the man’s hips. His lips part in a soft gasp as the forked tip flicks down his body and presses against his entrance. Only to suddenly shove its way inside.] Ah! [His eyes widen and his head drops back, muscular chest and stomach flexing as the wet muscle crams itself into him. His body clenches up hard around it, ribbons of ringed muscle squeezing Luchino’s tongue in rhythmic force. Yeah… this is… good prep! Oh man, it feels amazing. So much more flexible and active than a tongue or dick.] Luc… Luchino…
[His fingers curl in the air, one foot pressing flat to the bed, other digging its heel into the sheets behind the man’s body.] Ngh… further… more. [As far as he can.]
( there isn't a place that's left untouched--- that's his goal, anyway. he doesn't even have to press his face up against shiro either, having that one particular quality that allows him a lot of freedom and space... and reach, too! how he's never applied it in this way before, yet it feels natural to want to taste and touch and flick against the man's inner walls. he can even hiss too, letting those vibrations sink into sensitive nerves, into shiro's entire being. he digs it in as deep as he can go, as much as he can fit. nothing left but the amount that bridges them together. luchino obliges that request as best as he can.
and then... after some time, after he believes it's adequate, as the taste starts to dull? he slowly pulls it back, withdraws it back into his mouth but not before gracing shiro's lips again. just a reminder. )
I've always threatened to eat a man, but I can see that tasting might be more mutually beneficial.
( a grin as luchino winks. he grabs one of his cocks to give it a few strokes, to keep him ready. )
[Shiro’s left twitching and arching between Luchino’s legs, breath coming a little shorter the more time the man continues that wicked tongue’s actions inside him. Both hands drag over their respective purchases, the metal one raking at the sheets above his head, occasionally bumping into the reptilian man’s lower leg, his flesh hand grabbing at Luchino’s thigh and holding onto that scale-covered muscle. Every flick of the forked tip inside him gets a response, head tossing, breath catching, cock jumping, leg hiking, chest arching, it’s hard to control his reactions right now with how deep the other man’s going inside him.]
AH! [Vibrations! The sudden introduction of hissing sends those quivers rolling down Luchino’s tongue and spilling through his entrance, rippling the ring of muscle clenching around his new lover’s tongue. Feels like those hisses are pervading throughout his entire body, until his extremities are tingling and his eyes turn a little glassy from the sheer pleasure Luchino’s oozing into him. His spine bows completely off the sheets when that tongue shoves itself as deep inside him as it can safely get; he swears he can feel little flicks behind his Adonis’ Belt. God, he’s filling him up so much with just that.
Until finally he pulls out, taking his time and sliding free as Shiro twists on the bed and gasps in a mixture of pleasure and desire to have him right back inside. Inch after inch of that red-ribboned muscle, until finally the twin forks flick free and the man jolts before sinking onto his back in front of Luchino again. The little flick of tongue on his lips earns a panting breath and he tries to catch them between his lips, but the other man’s too fast. A soft chuckle manages out of his mouth at the comment.]
Tasting’s… a little better than eating… in this situation. [Shiro finally digs an elbow into the bed and props himself enough, throwing both legs over Luchino’s thighs and resting his feet flat on the bed behind the man’s hips, knees tented and bowed outward. Gives him a clear view of his friend stroking himself, his eyes training on the twin cocks so slick and wet in the reptilian’s clawed hand. Shiro traces his tongue across his upper teeth before nodding. Then lifts his hips slightly, offering himself, his entrance, his body, to Luchino’s connection.] Yeah. Give me all you’ve got. Take me.
( god. what a prime specimen of a man... he wishes he looked this good when he was human. not that luchino wasn't attractive by any definition of the word, but he was always concerned about other things than his appearance. no, science ruled his time: days, weeks, months, and years of his life poured into his craft. his desires and passions centered around one goal: to explore what the reptilian kingdom had to offer. there wasn't anything he wouldn't do in order to find that success, and so... well. this is the result. the fruits of his labor, to be in front of shiro with both dicks so slick and ready and the heady scent of a man in arousal mixed with his own is a perfume he would love to wear all the time.
yes. he can do this. hovering above the man, both tips are tantalizingly aimed for that spot--- muscle that looks as ready as it could be, but who could say that anyone is truly prepared for something like this? not even this scientist could say what might happen. could he take both? will he enjoy this? will he be rejected... ah, but he can't think about that for too long. it's far too late for both of them. those words reach him and touch a more bestial, instinctual need that overrides those cool and collected thoughts.
he wants luchino. he will get him, all of him. it's not a shove, but it's forceful--- he wants to bury as much of himself into shiro's bowels without hurting him, but they're way past the teasing stage. the warmth! the pressure, how tight he is as he snarls and hisses, eyelids fluttering as he does his best to not destroy the human that's allowed him to feel this way. these ways, these unheard of in his life. the sky is the limit. the manor can't hold him anymore, he will make shiro's voice echo throughout the halls and the rooms, make the survivors and hunters wonder alike of the experiments the 'evil reptilian' is peforming.
not moving, luchino waits. observes. doesn't move yet. he's not just thick, but there's length as well. he doesn't want to shiro. he leans forward and bumps his chin against the top of the man's head. )
[Shiro had never been one to focus much on looks. So many had commented on him being handsome and admitted being attracted to him, but he never tried to make much fuss about it. Neat, clean, and presentable. That’s what the pilot strove himself to be. But after the year in captivity, the battles in the arena, the injuries, the racial slurs and insults thrown at him, it was hard to look at himself and see anything attractive in the mirror. Factually, yes, he knew people thought he looked good. But internally… it was hard to accept the same.
The bounty of scars and marks all over his body alone were one reason. The other was he’d been too focused on other things—like the war and piloting and his comrades—to really bother with himself. Neat. Clean. Presentable. Though he honestly couldn’t say he was any of those three right now, naked, debauched, and blatantly aroused in a sweaty mess on the reptilian’s bed. If someone told him this would’ve been the result of casual inquiry and some compliments… he probably would’ve tried to laugh it off. But no… no complaints about this handsome man dumping him on his back and pressing between his legs. Luchino took his breath away.
Literally. Twin tips drifting right between his cheeks, occasionally tickling the puckered ring of his body’s entrance with their dripping kiss. Shiro really couldn’t say he was completely prepared for this. He’d been taken by aliens before, but… nothing like what Luchino was pressing against his flesh. Could he take both? He was damn well determined to. Would he enjoy it? They were both going to find out. But nothing was getting answered so long as his partner stayed outside. Take me, he said, and he meant it. Shiro wasn’t going to reject any part of Luchino. Even if he ignited the beast inside him with those words.]
Ngh! [Shiro arches upward, legs tensing in Luchino’s grip as the reptilian does exactly what he asks. Takes him. He doesn’t just shove himself inside him (thanks, Luchino), but he doesn’t treat him like glass and eek in a millimeter at a time. But it’s firm and Shiro cringes hard as he feels himself abruptly spread open around the tapered tips and his ring’s forced wider by the growing thickness filling him. Shiro hisses between his teeth, both hands clawing into the sheets as his toes curl in the air. There’s getting his ass filled by another man, and then there’s Luchino burying himself into his guts. Shiro’s eyes roll back and slam shut from the pain and pressure and pleasure searing through him as the other man feeds his cocks into him—both of them—one inch at a time.
God, Shiro’s tight, but Luchino’s so big! The human sucks in a sharp breath as his body clenches up tight around the twin arousals pouring into him. He can feel just how much he’s leaking inside him, oozing all over his walls and rippling muscles. Not just spreading him open, but filling him up, and getting so damn deep inside! Shiro throws his head back and finally a sharp cry of raw sensation breaks from his lips, naked body tensing up and straining between Luchino’s thighs. His own dick throbs and jumps against his sculpted stomach, precum spurting onto his skin. It’s so much! So much he can’t tell if it’s good or bad! But it’s overwhelming in a way he’s never felt before. How far is he inside? Is he all the way in? he doesn’t know, but hell… it’s a raw, bestial sensation he can’t describe and doesn’t want to.]
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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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Date: 2020-09-15 03:56 am (UTC)luchino opens his mouth, ready to respond, but the kiss freezes him. the moment finally comes and he is green again, that original shade that mimics the same coloration of the creature that chomped onto him. but now he's occupied with shiro's mouth and lips and everything and he feels alive. the mood in his room is bright again. he takes in a deep breath and his chest is filled again, but with more of shiro's scent and taste than anything else--- and it's delicious. sinfully so. it feels like he's doing something that no one else has done before.
and with that? his tongue comes into play. new experiences. learning. he's not going to shove it all the way down shiro's throat, no, but he can certainly use it to explore every place in the man's mouth. he's at the point where any more force could be uncomfortable for the both of them, in different ways. a moan and rumble emanates from his chest, feeling feverish as he desires to feel more. do more. go as far as he can without leaving a scar on shiro's skin.
he raises his hips, pushing those two cocks of his against shiro's thighs, grinding them against. he leaves trails of some kind of lubricated fluid, which coats the skin, even moves a little further past so he could grind one of his dicks against the man's. one, then the other. )
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Date: 2020-09-16 04:33 am (UTC)He may not know the green-scaled reptilian’s history, but Shiro’s not so naïve to figure there have been struggles in his past as well. No one could go from human to reptilian like this without having to struggle with the changes. Both personal and social. Loneliness, frustration, rejection, probably. He’d like to help Luchino forget about all of those things and enjoy the company of another so warm and wanting with him once again.
Shiro leans into the kiss, head tilting to the side and his eyes closing. The ghost of white bangs skims along the man’s forehead, his own lips brushing the incremented lines tracing along Luchino’sl lips. It’s like he can feel the change in the room as much as he can feel the reptilian man pressing to him. Warmer, lighter. That breath breaks the kiss and Shiro leans back just enough to notice his partner’s changed back to green. It’s a very attractive color on him, the white and emerald highlighting his orange hair and red eyes. While it’s not Shiro’s first time having sex, this is definitely a first for him in regards to body type.
A new experience just between them. That ruby tongue returns again and Shiro opens his mouth to kiss him again, taking the twisting, forked appendage into his mouth. A slight glimmer of saliva beads on the corner of his mouth and Shiro lifts his own tongue to deliberately touch the serpentine tongue exploring every part of his own mouth. Stroking over the cylindrical “rope” of flesh, the small ‘seam’ between the muscle that precedes the fork. Actually, he wouldn’t really mind that tongue shoving all the way down his throat… though he can’t promise the forked part won’t tickle at first. Snakes do have that quick flicking motion of their tongues.
Swallowing down that moan rumbling in the man’s powerful chest, Shiro gasps softly, mouth breaking from the kiss as he drops his forehead against Luchino. His breath comes shorter as those twin cocks rub against his thighs and he deliberately shifts his hips, running the inside of his thighs and his own arousal against the man’s hemipenis. That slick fluid he leaves behind tingles slightly, leaving his skin glistening. Precum seeps from Shiro’s own shaft, drooling down his length and leaking onto Luchino’s dicks. He ruts forward, thrusting between the pair before returning the individual nuzzle to them one at a time. Kneeling over the man’s lap, Shiro opens his eyes halfway, gazing down between them to watch himself and his partner rub against each other, exploring the differences and similarities between human and reptile.]
You feel good… Luchino…
[Even his name feels good coming off his tongue. Breathless and hot. Desire.]
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Date: 2020-09-17 05:15 pm (UTC)but... no.
no. never. not shiro. he chides himself from falling back on old habits, selfish ones that never considered the consequences of his actions. not this man who's been so willing to accept him. he's come to the manor and has been extended a level of protection no one else in luchino's life will ever receive again. and here, in his bedroom, shiro will certainly find it to be a safe place for him if he ever had to return in any situation--- emergency, booty call, what-have-you.
those thoughts flee the scene as he feels the other man drag his dick in between his own, and he jerks his hips upward into it. to feel another one that isn't his own touching, rubbing, grinding... why does his mouth feel so dry? he licks his lips. how could he sate that ever-growing hunger that keeps growing, gnashing its teeth on the fringes of his mind, makes itself known with every twitch and pulse of his engorged cocks? )
I want to... make you feel good, Shiro.
( with one thing in mind, he stares at the man. the only question in his mind is if whether he could take both? )
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Date: 2020-09-18 12:20 am (UTC)Needless to say, the two of them definitely have some interesting backstories to trade, should they find themselves on that topic…
A low groan slips between his teeth as he rolls his hips forward again, tracing the head of his cock upward along Luchino’s stomach. It’s a heady feeling, the tiny light-colored scales rippling beneath the drooling glans of his dick as it follows the contours of the reptilian’s abs. Makes a mess over his scales, but that’s half the pleasure right now. The other half is that pair of dripping dicks scissoring on either side of Shiro’s own cock, slicking him up and mingling their precum as it drools down the trio of erect members and drips off Shiro’s balls and glazes Luchino’s slit and groin.]
Ah-h! [Shiro’s breath stammers out as the man bucks his hips up, pushing his cock’s shaft flush against the hot base of his twin shafts. He answers with another roll of his own, actively thrusting between the man’s dick’s, balls occasionally rubbing at the base of his slit. The way Luchino’s twitching like that, his dicks pulsing against him and making everything wetter, feels almost too amazing for words. And then he says that sweet little line and Shiro’s eyes lid at the tenderness and heat. To make him feel good… He lifts his gaze, meeting the red, slitted eyes in front of him.]
You already are. [But it’s almost like he can read that question burning in the reptilian man’s mind and leans in to steal another kiss from him. Yeah… he’ll definitely try to take both. In either end. Shiro breaks the kiss with a low pant, saliva stretching a gossamer strand between his lower lip and Luchino’s, then slowly leans back, rocking on his knees and shins to pull away from his partner until their rutting hips are blatantly exposed to the air, naked body rolling with each other’s as he kneels on his lap.] Want me to use my mouth again? Or do you?
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Date: 2020-09-21 01:24 am (UTC)and there is probably nothing more special than being stretched to one's limits. )
I want to... ( he swallows. how does he put this without sounding ridiculous? should he sound romantic? tender? loving? he might be reptile, but what are mating habits for any species, really? ) ... experience your other end.
( for science??? haha, no. not for science. to feel whole. complete. he tilts his head to one side, unsure about how his inquiry might be taken. or inquiries. how prepared is he? it doesn't matter how much he wants to fuck, it matters that )
Will it work? ( luchino huffs. ) I know it may be physically taxing, but...
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Date: 2020-09-21 07:04 pm (UTC)But he wants to make all of that go away. The doubt and loneliness. There’s attractive qualities in the man even with his reptilian features (and for Shiro, those same features have quite a bit of attractiveness in them). From the curl of his tongue to the shape and feel of his scales to the differences in their bodies. It’s an exploration and thrill he knows he’s not going to find anywhere else but here in Luchino’s bed.
Shiro looks up at the other man’s face when he utters those two words. It’s rather cute, how Luchino’s suddenly embarrassed and awkward despite the fact they’re naked together and rubbing like this. He’s curious about how he’s going to voice his desires…
And then can’t help a soft chuckle when his reptilian partner actually does so. A charming little smile curves across Shiro’s face and he leans up to nuzzle against Luchino’s cheek. Just a few times before bringing his mouth back to the man’s and settling a kiss against his lips.]
You’re rather charming when you’re flustered.
[That huff’s especially endearing. Shiro leans back again, letting them each other moving together.]
I can take it, Luchino. However much you want to give me.
[He reaches down and rubs the tips of his flesh fingers over their lengths, pressing the trio of heads together and twisting a little to milk the messy mélange of precum onto his fingers.]
Did you want to use your tongue, fingers? Or should I just hop on?
[The last part’s deliberately teasing, but there’s a heat in there that says Shiro won’t exactly mind doing that if his partner wants to skip the prep.]
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Date: 2020-09-25 03:07 pm (UTC)it is, of course, another kind of experiment. right?
unconsciously, luchino's tongue peeks out. it sneaks out and stretches, curls up to tap his own chin before moving out and swiping along shiro's lips. that same hunger from before hasn't diminished in the slightest; no, it's been waiting. lurking. every breath that he takes inundates his senses, makes something strain inside of him more and more. )
Tongue. ( it's one of his unique parts, isn't it? ) Just... ah, I'll be careful...
( because with shiro leaning back, it'll allow him to lean forward just enough so that when he lets his tongue free, there's no stopping it from working its way then worming its way into shiro's passage. the thin ribbon of slick, forked muscle, cramming itself inside. whether it's effective in properly preparing shiro is one thing, but he's trying his best... he might not be able to force every centimeter of it inside, but luchino can at least pack as much of it as he can. )
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Date: 2020-09-27 12:44 am (UTC)There’s more to Luchino than a pair of beautiful cocks. Shiro’s eyes drop to the sudden reappearance of that tongue, wandering over the ruby extension as it flicks over the man’s chin and finally slips across his own lips. He opens his mouth, exhaling lightly against the forked tips, then chances his own tongue to slide out and run along Luchino’s in a welcoming touch. And he gets an answer. Shiro offers a soft “heh” in acceptance and nods as he moves backwards.]
You’ll be fine… [Assuring him. He knows Luchino will be careful. But damn, he didn’t expect the man’s tongue to be that long. As he leans back, Luchino leans forward and Shiro drops onto both elbows, lying almost between the reptilian’s legs, his own limbs spread on either side of the man’s hips. His lips part in a soft gasp as the forked tip flicks down his body and presses against his entrance. Only to suddenly shove its way inside.] Ah! [His eyes widen and his head drops back, muscular chest and stomach flexing as the wet muscle crams itself into him. His body clenches up hard around it, ribbons of ringed muscle squeezing Luchino’s tongue in rhythmic force. Yeah… this is… good prep! Oh man, it feels amazing. So much more flexible and active than a tongue or dick.] Luc… Luchino…
[His fingers curl in the air, one foot pressing flat to the bed, other digging its heel into the sheets behind the man’s body.] Ngh… further… more. [As far as he can.]
slowly crawls back here like the reptile i am
Date: 2020-10-04 10:30 pm (UTC)and then... after some time, after he believes it's adequate, as the taste starts to dull? he slowly pulls it back, withdraws it back into his mouth but not before gracing shiro's lips again. just a reminder. )
I've always threatened to eat a man, but I can see that tasting might be more mutually beneficial.
( a grin as luchino winks. he grabs one of his cocks to give it a few strokes, to keep him ready. )
Are you ready of more from me?
s'all good ~ it's edging towards winter, hah
Date: 2020-10-06 05:02 pm (UTC)AH! [Vibrations! The sudden introduction of hissing sends those quivers rolling down Luchino’s tongue and spilling through his entrance, rippling the ring of muscle clenching around his new lover’s tongue. Feels like those hisses are pervading throughout his entire body, until his extremities are tingling and his eyes turn a little glassy from the sheer pleasure Luchino’s oozing into him. His spine bows completely off the sheets when that tongue shoves itself as deep inside him as it can safely get; he swears he can feel little flicks behind his Adonis’ Belt. God, he’s filling him up so much with just that.
Until finally he pulls out, taking his time and sliding free as Shiro twists on the bed and gasps in a mixture of pleasure and desire to have him right back inside. Inch after inch of that red-ribboned muscle, until finally the twin forks flick free and the man jolts before sinking onto his back in front of Luchino again. The little flick of tongue on his lips earns a panting breath and he tries to catch them between his lips, but the other man’s too fast. A soft chuckle manages out of his mouth at the comment.]
Tasting’s… a little better than eating… in this situation. [Shiro finally digs an elbow into the bed and props himself enough, throwing both legs over Luchino’s thighs and resting his feet flat on the bed behind the man’s hips, knees tented and bowed outward. Gives him a clear view of his friend stroking himself, his eyes training on the twin cocks so slick and wet in the reptilian’s clawed hand. Shiro traces his tongue across his upper teeth before nodding. Then lifts his hips slightly, offering himself, his entrance, his body, to Luchino’s connection.] Yeah. Give me all you’ve got. Take me.
stares out the window...
Date: 2020-10-21 02:00 pm (UTC)yes. he can do this. hovering above the man, both tips are tantalizingly aimed for that spot--- muscle that looks as ready as it could be, but who could say that anyone is truly prepared for something like this? not even this scientist could say what might happen. could he take both? will he enjoy this? will he be rejected... ah, but he can't think about that for too long. it's far too late for both of them. those words reach him and touch a more bestial, instinctual need that overrides those cool and collected thoughts.
he wants luchino. he will get him, all of him. it's not a shove, but it's forceful--- he wants to bury as much of himself into shiro's bowels without hurting him, but they're way past the teasing stage. the warmth! the pressure, how tight he is as he snarls and hisses, eyelids fluttering as he does his best to not destroy the human that's allowed him to feel this way. these ways, these unheard of in his life. the sky is the limit. the manor can't hold him anymore, he will make shiro's voice echo throughout the halls and the rooms, make the survivors and hunters wonder alike of the experiments the 'evil reptilian' is peforming.
not moving, luchino waits. observes. doesn't move yet. he's not just thick, but there's length as well. he doesn't want to shiro. he leans forward and bumps his chin against the top of the man's head. )
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Date: 2020-10-26 08:11 pm (UTC)The bounty of scars and marks all over his body alone were one reason. The other was he’d been too focused on other things—like the war and piloting and his comrades—to really bother with himself. Neat. Clean. Presentable. Though he honestly couldn’t say he was any of those three right now, naked, debauched, and blatantly aroused in a sweaty mess on the reptilian’s bed. If someone told him this would’ve been the result of casual inquiry and some compliments… he probably would’ve tried to laugh it off. But no… no complaints about this handsome man dumping him on his back and pressing between his legs. Luchino took his breath away.
Literally. Twin tips drifting right between his cheeks, occasionally tickling the puckered ring of his body’s entrance with their dripping kiss. Shiro really couldn’t say he was completely prepared for this. He’d been taken by aliens before, but… nothing like what Luchino was pressing against his flesh. Could he take both? He was damn well determined to. Would he enjoy it? They were both going to find out. But nothing was getting answered so long as his partner stayed outside. Take me, he said, and he meant it. Shiro wasn’t going to reject any part of Luchino. Even if he ignited the beast inside him with those words.]
Ngh! [Shiro arches upward, legs tensing in Luchino’s grip as the reptilian does exactly what he asks. Takes him. He doesn’t just shove himself inside him (thanks, Luchino), but he doesn’t treat him like glass and eek in a millimeter at a time. But it’s firm and Shiro cringes hard as he feels himself abruptly spread open around the tapered tips and his ring’s forced wider by the growing thickness filling him. Shiro hisses between his teeth, both hands clawing into the sheets as his toes curl in the air. There’s getting his ass filled by another man, and then there’s Luchino burying himself into his guts. Shiro’s eyes roll back and slam shut from the pain and pressure and pleasure searing through him as the other man feeds his cocks into him—both of them—one inch at a time.
God, Shiro’s tight, but Luchino’s so big! The human sucks in a sharp breath as his body clenches up tight around the twin arousals pouring into him. He can feel just how much he’s leaking inside him, oozing all over his walls and rippling muscles. Not just spreading him open, but filling him up, and getting so damn deep inside! Shiro throws his head back and finally a sharp cry of raw sensation breaks from his lips, naked body tensing up and straining between Luchino’s thighs. His own dick throbs and jumps against his sculpted stomach, precum spurting onto his skin. It’s so much! So much he can’t tell if it’s good or bad! But it’s overwhelming in a way he’s never felt before. How far is he inside? Is he all the way in? he doesn’t know, but hell… it’s a raw, bestial sensation he can’t describe and doesn’t want to.]