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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

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From:

sesa

[....oh Elliot. Ooooooh Elliot. OOOOH ELLIOT-

Sesa watches with bated breath as Elliot pulls away and just...rolls over for him, on hands-and-fucking-KNEES for him, ass up and tail feathers spread no matter how hard he tries to keep them out of the way, and something in Sesa's self control pops comically like a balloon.

He only just barely holds himself back from actively ripping those tailfeathers out with his teeth, but even so...the compromise ends up being Sesa grabbing for Elliot's ass with both clawed hands, immediately ducking down to press his lips fervently to the base of his tail, right where it meets his spine.

Hi, he'll get to stuffing you in a moment-]

From:

forwander

Nnh...

[Whoops, wasn't expecting that somehow. Also please don't rip his tailfeathers out there's nothing that kills a mood more than bloody feathers.

The good news is, kissing is more than allowed, and Elliot croons in the back of his throat and lets this happen. It's not remotely getting fingered but that's fine, he likes the foreplay. They're in heat, it's not like either of them have the focus to do real foreplay without getting desperate.

Elliot is, however, going to make Sesa's state worse. He knows what he's doing when he suddenly starts up on another low birdsong, this one reminiscent of the song a prey animal makes when it's been caught in the claws of a predator. Submissive, pleading...]

From:

sesa

[They should do foreplay. They NEED to, because if Sesa doesn't at least attempt to stretch Elliot even a little bit, they'll both be hurting. That said, he can't be blamed if he wants to take a moment to indulge for a bit, can he? Not when Elliot is acting this way for him, so sultry and alluring.]

Ellie.

[he groans his name, the birdsong ringing between his ears as his claws drag deep red lines across his thighs until he's able to lift him up again, just enough so that Elliot is properly supported on his knees. While he's busily kissing and dragging his tongue at the base of those tailfeathers, he'll bring two fingers around and dip them into his own sheath, slicking them up (YOU GUYS HAVE LUBE, YOU BOUGHT LUBE AND YOU'RE NOT USING IT) so that his fingers are properly coated before bringing them up to Elliot's entrance, carefully finding and then slipping them inside as he so desperately craves, fingers pumping in time with each lingering kiss.]

From:

forwander

[They have lube, but there's something much more primal and, dare Elliot think it, fun about Sesa using his own. Not that Elliot is thinking too hard about that one, because now his brain has gone full instincts on him. He wants to be railed, he wants to be bred, and the desperate cries in the back of his throat say that much. Yet he's only a person, and this process is necessary, if only because Elliot doesn't quite have the bits for immediate 0-to-100 penetration.

And yet he still thinks he can take Sesa fully. Maybe he can, but they're going to have to spend so much time on stretching him if so.

Right now? Elliot is white-knuckling the sheets both at Sesa's fingers and his exploring tongue, barely managing anything other than noise, pushing his hips back as carefully as his body will allow. What he wants to do is thrust himself back on them as harshly as possible just to get off, but self-control is an art. An art which Elliot lacks, but hey.]

From:

sesa

[Listen, Sesa isn't going to blame Elliot at all for lacking self-control in this moment. Being in heat is going to do that to you, and he's lucky that his desire to not rip his partner apart outweighs his desire to fuck him brainless, at least for the next few minutes.

He isn't too gentle with the thrust of his fingers inside of him, at the very least. He isn't rough, but he's definitely going a bit faster than he would have normally, reaching as deeply as he can get away with in an effort to get him stretched quicker, so he can get inside of him sooner. He's already drooling precum all over the bedsheets as it is, both of his lengths now fully out of him and desperate to be stuffed inside.]

You're beautiful.

[Sesa croaks hoarsely against Elliot's spine, his lips slick with his own saliva (because yes he is DROOLING over the thought of getting to sink his teeth in, at some point), as he works him over.]

From:

forwander

[The longer this goes on, the more Elliot's brain dials into full-blown horny whining territory. He is desperate. He is canting his hips back just to drive Sesa's fingers that much deeper, face squashed up into the pillows, moaning absolutely pathetically into them. One hand still holds his tailfeathers aside for Sesa, and he's collapsed down onto his forearm otherwise for balance.

Suddenly being fingered is agony, patience-wise. The impatient chirps coming from his throat, muffled into that pillow, are only half of it. Between that and the hip-rocking and the mantra of Sesa's name and the amount of precum dripping between his thighs and onto the bed...

It's not like Elliot to curse or otherwise be demanding in bed; he's normally pretty slow and calm, wanting to explore and stick his fingers into Sesa's sheath and spend his time gently teasing. But this time? During this?? There's no slow and calm. There's only begging, in sharp words Elliot never uses.]

Sesa, Sesa... fuck me, breed me...

From:

sesa

[When Sesa calls Elliot beautiful in this state, he well and truly means it. Elliot, in general, does not often show strong emotions like the ones on display right now. It makes this feel all the more special, like he's special, and this is all private and reserved just for him. All the more reason to thrust his fingers quicker, both to draw out more of those sweet, honeyed moans from his lover, and to get him prepared faster. At this point, he's not sure he can hold back for much longer, his patience being stretched to its absolute limit.

But it's when Elliot finally demands that Sesa not just take him, but fuck him, breed him, well.

That's about the limit of what he's able to take.

He pulls his fingers free with the thick sound of the suction trying to pull them back in, quickly swiping them clean on the sheets. They still have lube but Sesa is?? Not??? He's not going for it??? But maybe it will be fine. Both of his lengths are soft and completely saturated with his slick, all the way down to the sheath. It doesn't matter how bumpy and textured they are, he may as well have already lubricated himself as he ducks forward to catch the side of Elliot's neck briefly with his teeth, letting their sharp points graze the delicate column as he shuffles forward, adopting the proper mounting position.

He...he's going to try to shove both of his cocks in. This is the worst idea imaginable for a virgin like Elliot, but he's too lost in the sauce to consider the consequences now. All he wants to do is breed breed breed, and given that his cocks have a limited level of movement to them, he's able to guide their tips to his entrance without using his hand to help, rutting his hips forward as- finally- the very tip of one of the heads suddenly pops past the entrance.

Yet, they have so much more to go.]

From:

forwander

[On one hand: That's a lot of dick for a man to take all at once. On the other hand: Something something he's in heat and that influences how much he'd be able to take without experience, et cetera, so the fit is going to be a lot easier than it would ordinarily be solely because of that. This does not mean this is a good idea, and Elliot is not going to be walking for the next several days, but that's fine.

The head of one fits easily enough, and Elliot buries his face in the pillow and moans loudly, grateful that their walls are not shared with anyone right now. If anyone's coming into the workshop to get things done now, they'll have to wait, fuck 'em.

At least now he can stop holding his tailfeathers up. And oh, that bite is doing things to him, but when has being bitten by Sesa not made him immensely hornier?

For now, he's not rocking his hips back. He will wait for Sesa to do things, to have control, with his eyelids fluttering and his eyes rolled back into his head the entire time. Sorry your pigeon is dying.]

From:

sesa

[Good news: if anyone comes by the workshop now and hears the fucking going on through the wall, they will probably have the good sense to leave. Especially where these two are concerned.

Anyway, for the present moment...Sesa's first objective is to get one cock inside of him. Then he'll worry about the second. And seeing how Elliot is already clearly lost in the sauce, he'll gently caress the side of his lover's face, pressing a kiss to his lips after a moment to acclimate.]

That's it...

[Now, he'll move more. And more, and more...inch by agonizing inch, over the course of two full minutes. He'll occasionally draw out a little bit to give Elliot some friction to focus on, until all at once it feels like he's bottoming out. Their hips connect, one length still held to one side outside of him, and Sesa can already feel his thighs quaking. He's so tight from just this much alone...how much is it going to be when he's taken both?]

From:

forwander

[It might be so tight your dicks explode Sesa, so don't die.

Elliot does appreciate the little kisses and the friction. His brain has long-since 404'd on him, and there's nothing in his head right now other than "want" and "need" and really liking Sesa's hands on his hips and also his whole dick. Elliot has only gotten to feel it with his hands before, after all.

He's going to go insane. Sesa is big, Elliot has known this, and yet he feels much bigger when he's actually fully penetrating the Liberi. This is just one, and they're going to have to be very careful with two. But if instinct has anything to say about it... it'll be fine.

They're going to need actual foreplay and a lot of it next time, though. For now...

For now, Elliot makes distinct, desperate chirping noises in the back of his throat, unable to properly Words. He can feel Sesa's other cock between his thighs right now, so even if he couldn't take both (he wants to take both he is going to take both), there's added friction there. Good God he might actually die after tonight and he will die happy, dammit.]

From:

sesa

[PLS TO NOT BE LETTING HIS DICKS EXPLODE...

He of course is too horny to be thinking about any of that right now. He can feel his very scales vibrating from the amount of horny that's coursing through his veins, and every breath he takes is heralded by a deep growl in his chest, not unlike the little chirps that Elliot is letting out.

And this is just one. One cock. Can he even fit the second inside? That remains to be seen, but...

He's going to damn well try, if the way he rocks his hips back again is any indication. He's sopping wet, so there won't be any lack of lubrication (despite their best efforts) as he searches with the second tip, semi-prehensile in its efforts to find the entrance. And the moment it does is when it starts to wiggle in, trying to join its twin inside.]

From:

forwander

[It's going to be a tight fit. Horrendously so, in fact. For quite a while (read: a couple minutes, but that's hours in sex-time), it'll feel like there's nowhere to fit, almost uncomfortably tight. Movement is not made very easy, but! But.

Elliot is, at least, relaxing despite the impatience. He isn't pushing, either, merely laying there with his ass in the air, still chirping, still just as desperate as when they began. Eventually, though... eventually it'll be far easier to get both in. Still impossibly tight, sure, but by the miracles of mating season, no one gets hurt by being STUPID.

Next time they do this they're going to kill themselves. But that's for next time! This time, everything is working solely because of instinct and circadian rhythm. And because I want it to.

So. Whenever Sesa officially bottoms out, assuming he takes his time not to kill his poor pigeon, he will be greeted with much louder moans and whining and a whole slew of Noise.]

From:

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?

From:

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.]

From:

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.]