[Elliot isn't sure if he wants to ride a dragon stupid or just bite him all night. Liberi aren't usually possessed with the urge to bite; their teeth are blunt, more humanlike, and it's not like he could hope to break through Sesa's thick scales anyway. Maybe it seems like they're going to be sleeping together when Elliot backs Sesa against the bed and climbs on top of him, sitting on his hips, but
it's very much not sweet and cute like he tries to be whenever he wants something. Other than the first time they ever fooled around, where Elliot climbed into Sesa's lap and told him that there was no going back if he closed the gap, he tends to be a little more demure. More submissive.
This is not that. Elliot plants himself firmly on Sesa's hips and stares down at him with his feathers fluffed out in some mix of possessive jealousy and genuine lust. He can't make heads nor tails of it. Doesn't matter, really.]
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it's very much not sweet and cute like he tries to be whenever he wants something. Other than the first time they ever fooled around, where Elliot climbed into Sesa's lap and told him that there was no going back if he closed the gap, he tends to be a little more demure. More submissive.
This is not that. Elliot plants himself firmly on Sesa's hips and stares down at him with his feathers fluffed out in some mix of possessive jealousy and genuine lust. He can't make heads nor tails of it. Doesn't matter, really.]
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