[ Some of what he's said he's promised to his other Bondmates, but he takes the time to create new vows for each of them. It's only fair for as seriously as he takes this ceremony. A faint pulsing can soon be felt between them -- Berserker has done this twice before and it never gets any less striking for him to deal with. They're tied together magically and he can feel Flat's presence within him. It's a different feeling from Diarmuid and Geralt, distinct and difficult to describe.
The magic circle beneath them gradually fades, the spell complete and the Bonding successful. Berserker takes a deep breath and slowly sighs it out through his nose. Opening himself to one person, let alone three now, is a huge step and he still struggles with it. The witch officiating offers them at least a smile (forced though it may be) before returning to where they'd been sitting.
He doesn't release Flat's hand or even move just yet. ]
... How does it feel?
[ Not that Berserker feels much for Flat to experience, but even without strong emotions, one can still feel the presence of another within themselves. ]
[ with his hands still in berserker’s, flat takes a look around the room, at the witch that was waiting for them to leave, and finally at cu. there’s a somewhat foreign feeling in his chest, something he cannot describe.
and though it is not a strong or rather warm feeling, it’s enough for flat to smile happily. ]
It feels alright, because it’s you.
[ he squeezes berserker’s hands a little. and though his happiness may feel a little off, like a piece that doesn’t quite fit in its place, it is earnest. ]
[ Of the three Bonds he has, Diarmuid's emotions are the most clear; Geralt's are buried and distant. Flat's are strange, even Berserker can notice that with how unfamiliar most emotions are to him. It's unsurprising that his emotions are unusual, given his normal behavior.
Something resembling a warm emotion resonates through their Bond. He leans down and gently presses his forehead against Flat's, the pulse of magic growing stronger with the contact. It's a warm, pleasant feeling, one that Berserker's come to actually enjoy. ]
[ the magic that flows between them is warm and comforting, and flat himself feels like a battery that’s being recharged. though his mannerisms didn’t show it as much, he had been on the brink of exhaustion, barely staying awake for more than a few hours at a time. cu had come at the perfect time, rescuing him from his own weakness.
so, though he can’t voice the extent of it, he is truly grateful to have berserker around with him.
he laughs, wrapping his arms behind cu’s shoulders in a hug. ]
We should go. The witch is probably tired of us already.
[ he lets go of cu, but still close enough to lean on him. ]
[ The hug catches him completely off guard and he freezes up for a moment. He doesn't fight it, though, and returns it after that moment -- not nearly as warm, but he's trying. Berserker lets Flat lean on him, too, even as he makes his way for the door.
Now comes the ... awkward part. Something he likes to do is strengthen the new Bond. Unlike with Diarmuid and Geralt, physical intimacy is not a bridge he's crossed with Flat. He hesitates for a moment. ]
though flat likes to act like an idiot, he’s more perceptive than some would think. so it’s only natural that he would turn to berserker with wide eyes, surprised about the barely hidden proposal.
he tries to hide it with a laugh, but the way his ears turn red is enough sign of embarrassment. intimacy has never been his strong suit. ]
Well, well.... if you’re going to be so bold then you should just take me to your place! Sweep me away like a dragon kidnapping a princess!
[ It's not as though Berserker's really subtle about it, either. What's surprising is that he wasn't more blunt about it. Maybe it's because intimacy really isn't his strong suit, either. ]
... If that's what you want.
[ He just...goes to scoop Flat up, bridal style, ready to take off with him back to his apartment just like that. At least this time it's not Geralt whose dignity he's taking. ]
[ well, flat did not expect for cu to actually do something like this. immediately, he wraps his arms behind his newly bonded’s neck in order to instinctively cling to him. ]
Man... I didn’t think you’d actually do it. You’re the weirdest person.
[ but his chest feels fuzzy and warm, so it’s not like he dislikes it either. ]
[ He can feel that warmth through their Bond and it's strange. Flat is very strange. ]
You don't seem to mind it.
[ Flying is faster and more efficient than walking. Now that he's used to his wings and what he can handle in this form, he prefers to fly when he can. Not that the walk back from the Coven to the block of flats was very long, but still.
The question gives him pause and he's silent for a bit to consider it. ]
Different than the others. You're all very distinct. Something about your emotions feels off, I don't know what it is.
[ He's simply being honest, as he'd vowed.
He lets Flat down after he lands near the doorstep to his apartment. Once inside, he starts to strip off his outer layers already. ]
I don’t either. Jack mentioned something similar. Has it unsettled you too?
[ just how berserker is honest, flat is as well. he has never understood the singularity of his existence preferring to simply accept it as a fact at this point. he’ll always be different, always trying to close the gap between himself and the rest.
but that’s fine. he doesn’t mind it as much anymore, now that he’s surrounded by people he cares about. and cu is, undoubtedly, one of those.
flying is a pleasant feeling too, and flat’s eyes are practically sparkling as he watches the scenery below. and although the trip is short, the good mood still remains. watching berserker begin to undress himself as soon as they’re inside makes him laugh softly. ]
If that’s what you want.
[ flat will also begin to undress himself, letting go of his scarf and jacket. ]
... Yes, it has unsettled me. It's strange. But it fits for what I know of you.
[ An uncomfortable topic for another time.
The clothes he sheds are his heavy coat, scarf, and boots, leaving him in a button down shirt and trousers. He keeps his distance from Flat for now, the barrier just too much for him to cross. It's not that he's not interested, more that it's still difficult for him to be honest with his desires. So he waits...and asks finally. ]
[ flat’s teasing, dressing down to a button up vest and white t-shirt. he gives berserker a look over, his own gaze curious and mischievous at the same time. and despite the teasing, he’ll do as cu asks and approach him, looking up at him.
intimacy is something foreign to flat. and though sex doesn’t seem that complicated in theory, the emotions behind it are. flat’s never been in this situation before—it’s rather thrilling, like a horror movie reaching its climax. ]
What do you want to do? You’re gonna have to guide me here, Cú.
[ if cu still doesn’t know how to express what he wants, then he’s going have a crash course on it today. ]
[ He's getting better about it because of Waver, of all people. They forced each other out of their comfort zones by making each other actually say what felt good and what they wanted. That's why he asked Flat to come closer.
Berserker puts his arms around his waist and tugs him against him. ]
I'm not sure what I want. We'll start here, though.
[ He leans down to kiss him, gentle for the moment. ]
[ well that's a strange response. but it's good enough for flat, whose heart skips a beat when he feels berserker's arms wrap around his waist. he's not sure how he feels himself, but it's something both light and exciting. he wants to continue it, if only to see how far they can go.
so he wraps his arms behind cu's neck as he kisses back. he does so with equal gentleness, but only at first. flat is selfish, incredibly so, and while he doesn't have any particular wish for how this should go, he knows that he doesn't want it to be boring.
he pulls back from the kiss for a moment, purposely biting cu's lower lip as he does so. ]
Not a bad start. I never thought I'd ever kiss a dragon.
[ he chuckles, before pressing his body against cu's as he kisses him again. and while it's not forceful, it is not gentle either. it's as if flat is giving cu permission to use a little more force. ]
[ He thinks briefly that they should move this somewhere more private; Geralt had him pinned against a wall the last time and he really doesn't want someone else getting in on the whole fucking in common areas thing. It's fine for now, though...If it gets beyond this, then they can move.
Berserker takes the nip and the rougher kiss as permission to go further. Given an inch, he takes a mile. His kisses become much less gentle, more eager, pressing his tongue against Flat's lips to deepen the kiss. He clutches him tighter, the restraint from before slowly slipping away. ]
[ flat appreciates it greatly when cu stops holding back, feeling a great amount of amusement as the kiss deepens considerably. he’s able to keep up the pace with cu as well, his own tongue intertwining with berserker’s.
as they do this, one of flat’s hands run down to berserker’s clothed chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as he tries to tug him along, away from the door. never mind that he has no idea where the room is—he’s certain that cu will guide him to where they need to be. it’s a little uncomfortable, especially with their size difference, but that’s all part of the fun that comes with this. ]
[ He gets the message, at least, and breaks away from the kiss to lead Flat to his bedroom. More privacy is welcome, less chance of getting walked in on. Not that Berserker really has much sense of shame, of course. It's more of a favor for whoever he's sleeping with.
Once inside the (small, nondescript beyond evidence that two people share it), bedroom, he pulls Flat close to him again. The intensity of before returns, his kisses bordering on violent as he gives into his own desires. It's nearly overwhelming to be intimate with his Bonded for the first time; the effect lessens as he gets used to their particular emotions and the feeling of the magic passing between them.
He nudges the witch towards the bed as his hands roam his body, trying to get up under any clothing as much as he can. ]
[ flat laughs as he’s pulled into the bedroom, letting the high from their newly formed Bond guide him. unlike cu, however, he has quite a bit of shame when it comes to certain things—being caught in the act is definitely one of them.
the second reason is due to his own personal comfort—standing up is only good for so long and it’s much more comfortable on the bed. so he lets himself be nudged to the bed, pulling away from the violent kiss ( and he’s participating quite a bit, too, using teeth and tongue alike to match cu’s pace ) in order to unbutton his shirt, letting it fall from his shoulders.
the skin on his chest is, for the most part, smooth. he has little muscle to boast, and only some freckles that dust his shoulders, matching with those on his face. but the most noticeable feature is right on his chest—horrible, jagged scars that start at the top of his chest, all the way down to his abdomen. they’re the marks that were left behind from the incident in october with waver. at the corner where his neck meets his shoulder too, the scars of what seem to be teeth marks— aslo from that day.
but flat himself seems to be uncaring of them, preferring to sit down on the bed, pulling cu with him. ]
[ Berserker lets himself get pulled down. His hands immediately seek out the newly exposed skin and he feels the scars, still somewhat recent judging by how they feel, like he's trying to map out Flat's body by touch alone. The way his fingers trace over each scar and mark is deliberate and methodical, each one committed to memory. He has no interest in asking where they came from, just that they're there. He did the same thing with Geralt and his myriad of scars.
After a moment, he pushes away again to take off his own shirt. Among his tattoos are few scars on his side, what seem to be burn scars. They're faint now, though the skin is discolored and the texture of it not quite right. There are also a few healing bite marks on his neck and collarbones, human in nature. ]
[ flat sighs softly when he feels cu’s hands on him. the skin on skin contact is a bit foreign, especially when he feels the rough calloused texture of his fingers against his scars. it makes him shiver and his breath hitches when they hit the most sensitive parts—the ones in his neck, the most. he even tilts his head to the side to give cu more room.
the moment that cu takes off his own shirt, flat takes a moment to give him a look over. he memorizes the tattoos on his skin, the burns that are layered over them, and the bite marks that clearly look like they’ve come from someone else.
flat is not a jealous person. he has no sense of possessiveness, because one is free to do as they wish— and as long as they’re doing what they want, then it’s all good. and it’s that reason why he wraps his arms behind cu’s neck, digging his nails into the skin as he pulls him back down for another heated kiss, practically grinning over the idea of placing his own mark on berserker—something that will hopefully be remembered. ]
[ It's good that Flat has no sense of possessiveness -- Berserker has enough of that for the both of them (dragon instincts are a special level of hell). Marks are something he enjoys giving and receiving, but few are ever permanent. The nails against his skin get a slight hiss in response; the sharpness of the pain is a pleasant contrast to their (slightly) softer kiss.
As he gives into himself more and more, he starts to be a little more assertive. Normally quite submissive, Flat's guidance helps him overcome that. If his partner knows what they want, he can easily be guided into giving them just that. He starts to nudge Flat down onto his back with a hand on his chest. It's a gentle urging at first, though his claws start to dig in after a moment. ]
[ the hiss that comes from berserker’s mouth is a pleasant sound to flat’s ears. he idly wonders how to pull more reactions like that from the dragon. his wings perhaps? he wonders with just how much ease cu can tear him apart, how ironic it would be to have such a fate on a first night—like a spider mating, he supposes.
eventually he realizes that he’s thinking too much. though not usually overwhelming, the pleasure and desire that’s building in his stomach and his constant stream of thought does not a good match up make. one of them’s gotta go— he sure hopes that it’s his ever chattering mind.
and his mind does short out for just a second, the moment that cu urges flat to lie down onto the bed. claws dig in ever so slightly into already scarred, not enough to draw blood, but enough for it to sting. flat hisses into the kiss, enjoying the way that the shock runs from his chest, all the way down between his legs. he’s half hard now, flat realizes idly—he kicks off his boots, and pulls off his pants, leaving only his boxers on as he lies down on the bed. ]
[ Please let it be his mind that gets silenced -- Berserker isn't sure he can handle one of Flat's outbursts in bed.
He breaks away long enough to shed the last of his own clothing, half-hard himself. There is a part of him that is vaguely concerned with how Flat will react to how changed his anatomy is, though another, larger part of him doesn't care. It's not like he's sensitive about it, it's just annoying to deal with comments about it.
Any lingering doubts are shaken off and Berserker crawls over top of him, straddling his hips. Their size difference is even more obvious in this position. How small Flat is compared to him...Though he has nothing to fear from his new Bonded. Berserker lowers himself down o he can kiss and bite his throat, nothing too rough so far. ]
[ well, even if flat doesn’t seem to mention it right away, there’s definitely a look on his face as he finally sees berserker completely bare. there is embarrassment showing on his face, certainly—but the twinkle in his eye shows that he is anything but afraid of the situation right now.
while berserker is large and overpowering, flat’s lean and mousy. but what flat lacks in muscle, he has in drive. a drive that is born from curiosity, a need to experience whatever he can. as cu begins to kiss and bite at his throat, flat laughs softly against his ear. ]
Did you know that female spiders will eat their mates after sex? [ he tilts his head as he speaks, in order to give cu more room. ] Praying Mantis will eat their hea—ah. [ flat stupid chatter dissolves into a soft gasp once berserker bites down on a relatively sensitive part of his neck. feeling the teeth against his skin is a pleasantly strange sensation.
he laughs softly again, dragging nails down cu’s neck down to his lower back. ]
[ Well...There's something stupid. Truth be told, he's surprised that it took this long for Flat to blurt something like that out in his usual way. It just wouldn't be right if he behaved himself the entire time -- Berserker has accepted the fact he's bonded to a gremlin now. It makes up for the fact his other two Bondmates are (relatively) normal. ]
If you're not careful, I might eat you.
[ He bites the spot that shut him up harder, tongue sliding over the sensitive skin. Shifting his weight onto one arm, his other hand slides down over the curve of his chest. Berserker drags his claws delicately down his torso, easing up the pressure as he gets closer to the waistband of his boxers. His fingers hook into the waistband and he looks up at Flat, asking silently for permission to continue. ]
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The magic circle beneath them gradually fades, the spell complete and the Bonding successful. Berserker takes a deep breath and slowly sighs it out through his nose. Opening himself to one person, let alone three now, is a huge step and he still struggles with it. The witch officiating offers them at least a smile (forced though it may be) before returning to where they'd been sitting.
He doesn't release Flat's hand or even move just yet. ]
... How does it feel?
[ Not that Berserker feels much for Flat to experience, but even without strong emotions, one can still feel the presence of another within themselves. ]
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[ with his hands still in berserker’s, flat takes a look around the room, at the witch that was waiting for them to leave, and finally at cu. there’s a somewhat foreign feeling in his chest, something he cannot describe.
and though it is not a strong or rather warm feeling, it’s enough for flat to smile happily. ]
It feels alright, because it’s you.
[ he squeezes berserker’s hands a little. and though his happiness may feel a little off, like a piece that doesn’t quite fit in its place, it is earnest. ]
Thank you.
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Something resembling a warm emotion resonates through their Bond. He leans down and gently presses his forehead against Flat's, the pulse of magic growing stronger with the contact. It's a warm, pleasant feeling, one that Berserker's come to actually enjoy. ]
You don't need to thank me.
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[ the magic that flows between them is warm and comforting, and flat himself feels like a battery that’s being recharged. though his mannerisms didn’t show it as much, he had been on the brink of exhaustion, barely staying awake for more than a few hours at a time. cu had come at the perfect time, rescuing him from his own weakness.
so, though he can’t voice the extent of it, he is truly grateful to have berserker around with him.
he laughs, wrapping his arms behind cu’s shoulders in a hug. ]
We should go. The witch is probably tired of us already.
[ he lets go of cu, but still close enough to lean on him. ]
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Now comes the ... awkward part. Something he likes to do is strengthen the new Bond. Unlike with Diarmuid and Geralt, physical intimacy is not a bridge he's crossed with Flat. He hesitates for a moment. ]
...Do you want to go somewhere more private?
[ "My place or yours?" ]
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though flat likes to act like an idiot, he’s more perceptive than some would think. so it’s only natural that he would turn to berserker with wide eyes, surprised about the barely hidden proposal.
he tries to hide it with a laugh, but the way his ears turn red is enough sign of embarrassment. intimacy has never been his strong suit. ]
Well, well.... if you’re going to be so bold then you should just take me to your place! Sweep me away like a dragon kidnapping a princess!
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... If that's what you want.
[ He just...goes to scoop Flat up, bridal style, ready to take off with him back to his apartment just like that. At least this time it's not Geralt whose dignity he's taking. ]
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[ well, flat did not expect for cu to actually do something like this. immediately, he wraps his arms behind his newly bonded’s neck in order to instinctively cling to him. ]
Man... I didn’t think you’d actually do it. You’re the weirdest person.
[ but his chest feels fuzzy and warm, so it’s not like he dislikes it either. ]
How does it feel, by the way? Being Bonded to me?
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You don't seem to mind it.
[ Flying is faster and more efficient than walking. Now that he's used to his wings and what he can handle in this form, he prefers to fly when he can. Not that the walk back from the Coven to the block of flats was very long, but still.
The question gives him pause and he's silent for a bit to consider it. ]
Different than the others. You're all very distinct. Something about your emotions feels off, I don't know what it is.
[ He's simply being honest, as he'd vowed.
He lets Flat down after he lands near the doorstep to his apartment. Once inside, he starts to strip off his outer layers already. ]
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[ just how berserker is honest, flat is as well. he has never understood the singularity of his existence preferring to simply accept it as a fact at this point. he’ll always be different, always trying to close the gap between himself and the rest.
but that’s fine. he doesn’t mind it as much anymore, now that he’s surrounded by people he cares about. and cu is, undoubtedly, one of those.
flying is a pleasant feeling too, and flat’s eyes are practically sparkling as he watches the scenery below. and although the trip is short, the good mood still remains. watching berserker begin to undress himself as soon as they’re inside makes him laugh softly. ]
If that’s what you want.
[ flat will also begin to undress himself, letting go of his scarf and jacket. ]
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[ An uncomfortable topic for another time.
The clothes he sheds are his heavy coat, scarf, and boots, leaving him in a button down shirt and trousers. He keeps his distance from Flat for now, the barrier just too much for him to cross. It's not that he's not interested, more that it's still difficult for him to be honest with his desires. So he waits...and asks finally. ]
Come closer.
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[ flat’s teasing, dressing down to a button up vest and white t-shirt. he gives berserker a look over, his own gaze curious and mischievous at the same time. and despite the teasing, he’ll do as cu asks and approach him, looking up at him.
intimacy is something foreign to flat. and though sex doesn’t seem that complicated in theory, the emotions behind it are. flat’s never been in this situation before—it’s rather thrilling, like a horror movie reaching its climax. ]
What do you want to do? You’re gonna have to guide me here, Cú.
[ if cu still doesn’t know how to express what he wants, then he’s going have a crash course on it today. ]
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Berserker puts his arms around his waist and tugs him against him. ]
I'm not sure what I want. We'll start here, though.
[ He leans down to kiss him, gentle for the moment. ]
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so he wraps his arms behind cu's neck as he kisses back. he does so with equal gentleness, but only at first. flat is selfish, incredibly so, and while he doesn't have any particular wish for how this should go, he knows that he doesn't want it to be boring.
he pulls back from the kiss for a moment, purposely biting cu's lower lip as he does so. ]
Not a bad start. I never thought I'd ever kiss a dragon.
[ he chuckles, before pressing his body against cu's as he kisses him again. and while it's not forceful, it is not gentle either. it's as if flat is giving cu permission to use a little more force. ]
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Berserker takes the nip and the rougher kiss as permission to go further. Given an inch, he takes a mile. His kisses become much less gentle, more eager, pressing his tongue against Flat's lips to deepen the kiss. He clutches him tighter, the restraint from before slowly slipping away. ]
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as they do this, one of flat’s hands run down to berserker’s clothed chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt as he tries to tug him along, away from the door. never mind that he has no idea where the room is—he’s certain that cu will guide him to where they need to be. it’s a little uncomfortable, especially with their size difference, but that’s all part of the fun that comes with this. ]
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Once inside the (small, nondescript beyond evidence that two people share it), bedroom, he pulls Flat close to him again. The intensity of before returns, his kisses bordering on violent as he gives into his own desires. It's nearly overwhelming to be intimate with his Bonded for the first time; the effect lessens as he gets used to their particular emotions and the feeling of the magic passing between them.
He nudges the witch towards the bed as his hands roam his body, trying to get up under any clothing as much as he can. ]
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the second reason is due to his own personal comfort—standing up is only good for so long and it’s much more comfortable on the bed. so he lets himself be nudged to the bed, pulling away from the violent kiss ( and he’s participating quite a bit, too, using teeth and tongue alike to match cu’s pace ) in order to unbutton his shirt, letting it fall from his shoulders.
the skin on his chest is, for the most part, smooth. he has little muscle to boast, and only some freckles that dust his shoulders, matching with those on his face. but the most noticeable feature is right on his chest—horrible, jagged scars that start at the top of his chest, all the way down to his abdomen. they’re the marks that were left behind from the incident in october with waver. at the corner where his neck meets his shoulder too, the scars of what seem to be teeth marks— aslo from that day.
but flat himself seems to be uncaring of them, preferring to sit down on the bed, pulling cu with him. ]
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After a moment, he pushes away again to take off his own shirt. Among his tattoos are few scars on his side, what seem to be burn scars. They're faint now, though the skin is discolored and the texture of it not quite right. There are also a few healing bite marks on his neck and collarbones, human in nature. ]
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the moment that cu takes off his own shirt, flat takes a moment to give him a look over. he memorizes the tattoos on his skin, the burns that are layered over them, and the bite marks that clearly look like they’ve come from someone else.
flat is not a jealous person. he has no sense of possessiveness, because one is free to do as they wish— and as long as they’re doing what they want, then it’s all good. and it’s that reason why he wraps his arms behind cu’s neck, digging his nails into the skin as he pulls him back down for another heated kiss, practically grinning over the idea of placing his own mark on berserker—something that will hopefully be remembered. ]
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As he gives into himself more and more, he starts to be a little more assertive. Normally quite submissive, Flat's guidance helps him overcome that. If his partner knows what they want, he can easily be guided into giving them just that. He starts to nudge Flat down onto his back with a hand on his chest. It's a gentle urging at first, though his claws start to dig in after a moment. ]
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eventually he realizes that he’s thinking too much. though not usually overwhelming, the pleasure and desire that’s building in his stomach and his constant stream of thought does not a good match up make. one of them’s gotta go— he sure hopes that it’s his ever chattering mind.
and his mind does short out for just a second, the moment that cu urges flat to lie down onto the bed. claws dig in ever so slightly into already scarred, not enough to draw blood, but enough for it to sting. flat hisses into the kiss, enjoying the way that the shock runs from his chest, all the way down between his legs. he’s half hard now, flat realizes idly—he kicks off his boots, and pulls off his pants, leaving only his boxers on as he lies down on the bed. ]
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He breaks away long enough to shed the last of his own clothing, half-hard himself. There is a part of him that is vaguely concerned with how Flat will react to how changed his anatomy is, though another, larger part of him doesn't care. It's not like he's sensitive about it, it's just annoying to deal with comments about it.
Any lingering doubts are shaken off and Berserker crawls over top of him, straddling his hips. Their size difference is even more obvious in this position. How small Flat is compared to him...Though he has nothing to fear from his new Bonded. Berserker lowers himself down o he can kiss and bite his throat, nothing too rough so far. ]
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while berserker is large and overpowering, flat’s lean and mousy. but what flat lacks in muscle, he has in drive. a drive that is born from curiosity, a need to experience whatever he can. as cu begins to kiss and bite at his throat, flat laughs softly against his ear. ]
Did you know that female spiders will eat their mates after sex? [ he tilts his head as he speaks, in order to give cu more room. ] Praying Mantis will eat their hea—ah. [ flat stupid chatter dissolves into a soft gasp once berserker bites down on a relatively sensitive part of his neck. feeling the teeth against his skin is a pleasantly strange sensation.
he laughs softly again, dragging nails down cu’s neck down to his lower back. ]
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If you're not careful, I might eat you.
[ He bites the spot that shut him up harder, tongue sliding over the sensitive skin. Shifting his weight onto one arm, his other hand slides down over the curve of his chest. Berserker drags his claws delicately down his torso, easing up the pressure as he gets closer to the waistband of his boxers. His fingers hook into the waistband and he looks up at Flat, asking silently for permission to continue. ]
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