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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

[sesa]

[You know, by now, Sesa likes to think he's gotten used to all of the unexpected curve-balls that Elliot could throw at him. He knows about his past. He knows about the atrocities. He knows, quite well, his obsession with him. He knows it all.

...but he probably underestimated how deep that obsession ran, to the point where it's not just obsession, but possession.

Which is to say: fucking OW?

It's not extremely painful. It won't even break skin. He's Liberi, not Vouivre, but thaat doesn't mean it's expected either. Especially not when it's coupled with Elliot dragging him back into their shared cabana, visibly agitated, before just hauling off and biting him.]

Ah! D-...Dear, if you want to make love, you need only say so-

[But that also doesn't mean Sesa will stop being stupid-]

[forwander]

[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.]

Did you have fun?

[sesa]

[Sesa...has never seen Elliot like this before. He's been in his lap like this, yes, but he was being all sweet and cute, then. This is in start contrast, the way he pins him down with his thighs, every feather standing at attention while Sesa lays there where he was knocked over onto the bed, looking shell-shocked, but in a good way as his shoulder throbs beneath his clothing.

Hi? Hi. Hello.

He rumbles on an exhale, tentatively hovering his hands over Elliot's hips, wondering if he's allowed to place them there.]

I did. Though, nowhere near as much as I would have if you were there.

[forwander]

[He's allowed, if he wants to. Elliot very much would appreciate it, but it's up to Sesa now. Not like Elliot won't make the choice super easy for him, when he leans down to capture Sesa's lips in a searing kiss, dragging his nails lightly along the Vouivre's jaw, and ending it in a sharp bite to his bottom lip.

He barely parts from Sesa, their lips centimetres apart, when he whispers:]

Did you think of me when you were liplocked with them?

[sesa]

[Well, in that case...his hands will eventually settle there, his claws dancing along the sensitive skin of his thighs just in time for Elliot to kiss him so hard he actually feels his vision swim for a moment. He gasps aloud through the kiss at that bite, leaving him slightly panting between them when Elliot just barely draws back out of it.]

Yes...of course....none of them kiss like you do. My little bird...

[forwander]

[Good, he hopes so. Maybe in a moment, it will become abundantly clear that the fires of Elliot's jealousy have been stoked. Maybe Sesa will feel it in the hands that hold the Vouivre down, in the nails that press into his shoulders when he steals another kiss, less crushing and suffocating than that of earlier, but no less passionate. No less possessive, as Elliot's tongue plunges into Sesa's mouth for nothing more than a teasing, quick taste before he backs up.]

You know, you remember, who you belong to, then.

[It's not phrased like a question. It's a statement, an assurance.]

[sesa]

[Hahaha...bro you boutta make him hard at this rate-

Sesa is well and truly breathless by the time Elliot pulls back this time, his mouth hanging open now that Elliot has sufficiently plundered his mouth with his tongue. He tastes just as sweet and addictive as ever, he notes distantly.]

H-haah...I...yes. I'm yours...

[He's yours, and boy it's feeling a little hot in here all of a sudden.]

[forwander]

[Elliot is not strong enough to keep Sesa pinned down like this. He has upper body strength, yes, but compared to a Vouivre? Absolutely no body strength here, Sesa could flip him easily.

Still, Elliot holds the man down anyway, looking down at him like he's assessing Sesa's words. Scrutinizing. He is so jealous he can't think straight, but at least some clarity returns after a moment.]

Good. I hope you remember, or I may just have to force you never to forget.

[haha

what does that mean]

[sesa]

[Oh yes, Sesa could flip him. ...but he doesn't. Has no desire to, really. Seeing Elliot show his own strength and determination to keep him pinned down makes Sesa want to stay exactly where he is, looking up at him with his eyes glazed over and jaws slightly open.]

Oh...? And how might that be...?

[forwander]

[Hums thoughtfully

Leans down

Fucking bites Sesa right where his neck meets his shoulder. That one is going to bruise at best, and his canines slightly scratch. He's no Vouivre, his teeth aren't sharp, but enough pressure to anything will break the skin at least a bit.

Sorry, he loves you, this is love it's just also possessiveness.]

[sesa]

[Sesa lets out a sharp, snarling growl of surprise, his brows knitting together at the ferocity of the bite. It's nothing he can't handle; it's more the unexpected nature of it that gets him, more than anything.

Ahh...why are you so hot for.]

Message...duly received, my love...