Inbox for sticksandbones

[sesa]

I will make this pretty later

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

===

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

[sesa]

[Despite the timey whimey bullshit that goes on between the span of a tag, he is- in fact- taking his time here. Quite a bit of time will go by before he actually bottoms out in fact, to the point where Elliot would have been getting impatient if he weren't, you know. Being massively stuffed by these dual cocks over here.

His own breathing is plenty shaky and uneven by the time the movement finally stops, and he really does just have to stop for a bit to acclimate, reaching up a hand to tentatively brush through the bottom ends of Elliot's hair with his claws.]

Are....are you with me, still?

[forwander]

[no he died.

...

Yeah, Elliot is fine. Well, as fine as a man can be when a Vouivre is two cocks into him while he's in heat, but hey! That's fine, in a way! He's good. All good.]

Yes...

[If he sounds strained in a way that's like... "too horny to live rn", let him. Just let him. Those tailfeathers are flared and his headfeathers are ruffled and he's pretty sure he needs Sesa's hips moving and teeth in his shoulder.

You know. Normal.]

[sesa]

Mm...good...

[Sesa sounds like he's barely there himself as it is, just coherent enough to speak as he presses gentle, lingering kisses all along Elliot's pulse. It seems impossible, but somehow he's all in. Both of his lengths, all the way. Now comes the tricky part...actually moving and finding a rhythm that isn't going to split Elliot completely in half.

He will not drag out the inevitable for much further, though he will whisper with the last scraps of coherency he has left:]

If I...begin to hurt you, you must stop me.

[Because otherwise, he uh. He will not be able to stop literally at all, good luck!!

Like now. When he shifts his weight back a fraction and slides out of Elliot just enough to make the push back in meaningful.]