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[sesa]

I will make this pretty later

(Spoilers I won't, I always say I will but I won't-)

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INVENTORY:

-Grenade Launcher with 3 ammo stacks (refreshes monthly)

-Nondescript gaming console (it's an offbrand Nintendo Switch)

-Some glowing star rocks from an investigation with Elsword in the Deep Woods

-A little knitted dragon from Elsword that I forgot to link and am too lazy to find now

-1 Kotatsu that he keeps in his room at the lab. It's red with light beige birds on it

-His toolbox from Rhodes

-A workshop that connects to Gnosis' lab via a breezeway. He lives there with Passenger now

-3 erythrites, used to make Passenger a pair of earrings

Comments

[forwander]

[Do not worry the scent of pheromones will hit you soon.]

...

[To be honest, though, Elliot has no response to this. What is he doing.]

Nesting.

[sesa]

Nest…?

[Sesa walks a bit further in, closing the door behind him, and…now he can actually properly see Elliot just kindof. Sprawled on the floor with his pitiful excuse for a “nest”, and it only takes the Vouivre a moment to put two and two together and remember just what time of year it is.]

Ah. Your nest… [Such inconvenient timing, but neither of them seem particularly good at preparing for these sorts of things.] Darling, it’s absolutely lovely.

[He praises him as he makes his way over and crouches down next to him, stroking his hair.

It’s hideous. It’s not even a nest.]

[forwander]

[Elliot is cooing :) He did so good (he is going to wake up tomorrow morning and be like what the fuck was I doing I'm so sorry)

Please put him up on the bed before his old man bones snap and creak, he is too diseased to be fucking on the floor.]

Fortuitous timing, that you walked in when you did. [how long have you been laying on the floor elliot]

[sesa]

[Babe how long have you been on the floor…

Sesa chuckles as he leans in to press a kiss to Elliot’s forehead, and then offers him a hand to help him up.]

Perhaps it would be a better idea to move this someplace more comfortable? The floor can’t be all that nice on your back.

[forwander]

...perhaps so.

[No it's not comfortable, please help him, the way his shoulders pop when he gets up says his back was simply Not prepared for this. Still, the second he's off the floor, he's wrapping around Sesa in a way that definitely says "heat".

Hi... mating? Mating.]

The bed, perhaps...

[sesa]

[Yeah don’t worry, Sesa is Feeling it. His tail has been vibrating ever since he walked into the room, and the way Elliot just wraps his body around him isn’t doing him any favors. He’s already leading the Liberi to the bed as they speak, stooping down to pick up one of the pillows on the floor as they go.]

I bet you can make your nest even nicer up on the mattress. Then we can lay in it together…

[And :) You know :)) ]

[forwander]

Mm.

[He has given up on the nest, Sesa is here, the nest was built already. They don't need to do anything else. He's koala'd around the Vouivre kissing along his jaw and chirping quietly in the back of his throat, and he'll only back off once he'd laid down.

Stupid fucking heat. Ugh.]

You always wear too much.

[His hands are wandering under Sesa's coat now. No more coat. Remove coat.]

[sesa]

Mmm...is that so?

[Heats may be annoying and inconvenient, but Sesa can easily say that he's not exactly going to be complaining about them. Not when he gets Elliot this cuddly and clingy...it's already serving to rile him up, his scales rising up off his skin in response as he lays down alongside him on the bed. He gives a rumbling chuckle as he lets his coat fall off his shoulders, shrugging it to the floor as he touches Elliot in kind, claws wandering gently to the soft skin at the back of his neck.]

If you have something you'd prefer I wear, I will do so gladly. Though I am not so sure how well I would pull off normal Sargonian fare...

[forwander]

I did purchase you some Sargonian clothes once upon a time. [All the way back when Astarion was here... not like Elliot can remember the guy's name right now because his brain is so "Sesa Sesa Sesa".] Right now, I'd prefer if you weren't wearing anything.

[Forward as ever.]

[sesa]

Haha, well...that can easily be arranged.

[He's eager to get his clothing off as well, helping Elliot along as he works to strip himself the rest of the way. Elliot too of course isn't getting spared as he slips his hand not cradling the back of his neck under the front of his clothes, pushing it up off his midriff so his fingers can trace him delicately there.]

I hope you weren't waiting for me long...

[forwander]

[As always, Sesa's touch is fire on his skin. Especially now, but...]

A few hours...

[Not like his first proper heat here, last year, where it was an all day endeavour and he wasn't sure what to make of it. He hasn't had proper heats until Sesa came around... and now look at him. He's locking his legs around Sesa's hips, despite the fact he told the man to undress mere moments ago.

They'll fight with one another's clothes for a bit, Elliot's hands underneath Sesa's shirt, sliding it up ever so slowly. There's an appreciative chirp at the back of his throat as his fingertips trace over abs and scales alike, all the way to Sesa's muscular chest.

His headwings fold slightly in front of his face. Oof. Hot fiancé.]

[sesa]

[The way Elliot hides his face like that makes Sesa give a pleased rumble in response, exhaling on a stuttering laugh at the sensation of his fingertips brushing against his scaled skin. He'll move to shuck his shirt the rest of the way, but not before leaning in so he can kiss the back of one of those headwings.]

How is it that you seem to manage to grow more and more beautiful with each passing day...?

[forwander]

[The feathers puff up for Sesa's (very ticklish, probably sneezy) pleasure.]

I think, perhaps, you may have somewhat of a bias.

[He drags a hand back through Sesa's hair, pulling at the strands before his fingertips find the base of a horn. He doesn't grip them, but rubs at one, fingers curling.]

The same can be said of you, my love. I suppose I'm also biased in this way.

[sesa]

[The way Elliot rubs at the base of his horn like that, almost teasing...it causes Sesa to make a sound more beast than human as he settles over the top of the Liberi, kissing his headwing a second and third time before he gently coaxes it aside, enough so that he can draw his fiance into a proper kiss. It's one that lingers as he ruts his hips against Elliot's front, solely for his pleasure in feeling just how hard Sesa is already.]

Can...I ask you something?

[He breathes, his lips making their way down to the side of his neck as he talks, his voice low and heavy against his skin.]

How long have you loved me?

[forwander]

[can you be deep in him before asking questions—

It says a lot about Elliot right now that Sesa ruts against him, hard and slick, and Elliot impatiently moans into their kiss and tries to rut back. Sesa still has pants on... that won't do. His hands slip from Sesa's hair to the buttons on his pants to fight the fabric, go away pants, and once they're down far enough something primal takes over Elliot's brain and he winds up slotting his own cock between Sesa's two.

This grinding may fix him. It may make him worse. Actually, judging by the way he gasps as Sesa asks that question and as Elliot himself ruts, it's definitely making him worse.]

Nnh... [It's difficult to answer the question, too, what with teeth near his neck and his fiancé on top of him.] Would I be so bold, as to call it love at first sight?

[Idk Elliot would you]

I do not— nnh— remember our first meeting. But perhaps it was then? I knew I loved you on Rhodes Island.

[sesa]

[The grinding will in fact not fix either of them, this is just going to speedrun Sesa on a fast track to fucking Elliot into a smear on this mattress, but that's kindof what they both want anyway. Sesa can't help the sound he makes when Elliot surprises him by pulling his pants off, enough so that he can free his dual cocks and slip himself inbetween the two. It's not something he's thought of doing before, typically too eager to be inside...but he isn't going to complain, if the way he groans into the Liberi's skin is any indication.]

H-haha... [Ouch, he'd almost forgotten the memories that Suri so cruelly stole from Elliot in the throes of passion, but...he would believe that whether Elliot remembers it or not. He nuzzles him happily, dragging his claws down gently until he can hold onto his hips, making an active effort now to thrust against him even though they're still just rutting against one another.] ...yes. Be bold...for I, too, felt a strong yearning when we first met...I just didn't realize until la-ater what that fondness meant...