( 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: 2020-10-21 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.]