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Feb. 1st, 2019 02:18 am
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Open Post. Continue a thread from elsewhere, toss an idea to chat about and plot on, or post a starter or meme for a thread.

Memes PSLs AUs Continues

Date: 2020-09-14 03:34 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] luchino
( 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. )

Come here.

Date: 2020-09-15 03:56 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] luchino
( 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. )

Date: 2020-09-17 05:15 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] luchino
( 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? )

Date: 2020-09-21 01:24 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] luchino
( 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...

Date: 2020-09-25 03:07 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] luchino
( 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. )

slowly crawls back here like the reptile i am

Date: 2020-10-04 10:30 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] luchino
( 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. )

Are you ready of more from me?

stares out the window...

Date: 2020-10-21 02:00 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] luchino
( 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. )
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