[ 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. ]
That’s n— [ berserker is excellent at cutting flat off mid sentence, moaning louder when cu’s teeth sink in a little harder into the crook of his neck and shoulder.
the way that his claws drags down also makes him shiver—how weird it feels to willingly lose control of your own body like this. though he’s not that much of a stranger to sex, it had never been like this. those had been quick and thoughtless—this one felt like the complete opposite. it interests flat greatly. cu is gentle and rough at the same time, and flat yearns to see how far he can push this. how much can he give and what will berserker do with all of him?
being eaten in the literal sense isn’t something he had planned, or would like very much—the painful death of it more than the blood. but...because it’s berserker, he wouldn’t mind being torn up just a little, if that were to be the other’s will.
which is why he looks straight into cu’s eyes, a small smile on his face as he reaches down to help him take off his underwear, leaving him bare and hard and under the mercy of someone that could easily rip his spine out. flat trusts him as much as he would his own servant—as much as he trusts waver. ]
[ It's the same sort of trust that he put in Geralt (who is more than capable of killing him) when he'd been backed against a wall -- if Berserker had wanted to kill Flat, he would have by now. Trust is a difficult thing to earn from him, but once you have it, it will only be broken by the other party. He would never knowingly or willingly injure any of his Bondmates (not physically, anyway).
Without any pretense or warning, he grasps Flat's arousal and starts to stroke him. His own cock throbs with need, but he ignores it. His focus is on the witch's pleasure for now. Berserker trails bites and kisses down his throat and along his collarbones while his free hand gently claws his skin. It's an assault on Flat's senses; as overwhelming as he can be in a fight, it's mirrored in the way he has sex. Holding back is rarely an option. ]
[ flat gasps in surprise as berserker wraps a calloused hand around his own cock with such suddenness. the fact that it is followed by both teeth and claws makes it feel like an onslaught of different stimuli, each one doing an excellent job in sending sparks down flat's spine; reducing his thoughts to mere static.
very unlike his usual loudness, flat is actually a rather quiet person in bed. his moans are soft, followed by breathless gasps as he moves his hips to the rhythm of cu's strokes, head tilted to the side for the other to have more room. his skin feels like it's on fire in every place that berserker touches, and it feels good, no, better than good. ]
[ Flat being more reserved doesn't really bother him (surprise him, yes) -- his nonverbal reactions speak enough for him. Berserker is extremely observant in everything, so every little hitch in his breathing, every rock of his hips, any response at all to his touch and kiss gets cataloged. Learning what his partners like and dislike is a process, one he's come to actually enjoy (a rarity for certain).
For now, he settles for straddling Flat's leg, his own hard cock pressing against it. His lips, tongue, and teeth create a trail of sensation down the witch's torso as he makes his way lower, sliding back on the bed to make himself more comfortable. The hand on his cock never ceases its steady pumping. He stops just short of Flat's cock and looks up at him, a silent request for permission to continue. ]
[ the constant wave of stimuli is what flat needs to keep his mind focussed on one thing. as cu progresses down, flat feels a warmth, a tightness in his lower belly that only seems to increase. to have someone taking care of him this way is a first time like no other, and his body is reacting accordingly.
and then berserker stops.
flat’s legs are shaking at this point, his hands having moved from berserker to gripping the sheets until his knuckles were white. his cock too, is achingly hard, precum dripping lazily from it. it takes a moment of frustration for flat to realize why cu had gone that far down and why he keeps looking at him like that. well. ]
Take whatever you want, Cu. [ flat mumbles softly in french, . even if cu can’t understand it, he hopes that the half smirk and nod are enough to tell him. ]
[ He doesn't understand the words, but the nod is enough. Settled comfortably in between Flat's legs, Berserker moves his head closer to his cock. His breath is hot and damp against the sensitive skin. He lingers there with his open mouth tantalizingly close to the head of Flat's cock for a few moments, teasing him. His tongue snakes out of his mouth and flattens against the underside of the witch's arousal, slowly dragging up to the head.
He takes the tip into his mouth, mindful of his sharp teeth, and slowly starts to bob his head. His hand works whatever isn't in his mouth as his tongue swirls around the head. For someone so capable of great brutality, Berserker is surprisingly careful, almost gentle when it comes to intimate matters. A killer oddly fascinated with the soft and intimate. ]
[ that moment of teasing feels like an eternity to flat, whose already sensitive enough to feel his arousal twitch with expectation. he’s impatient and he knows it, but it all fades away when cu presses his tongue against it. ]
Aah... Cu....
[ flat moans softly as the tongue makes its way up, increasing in volume as cu decides to take him in his mouth. there’s no opening to question or be amazed by cu’s gentleness, as flat quickly finds himself giving into it anyways. it’s strange how well the dragon is at making him unravel like this, in a way that makes him feel incredibly vulnerable and exposed—but safe as well.
his hips stutter to meet cu’s movements, the tightness in his abdomen increasing as he’s pushed closer to the edge. ]
[ Part of him wants to pull away and force Flat to hold out a little longer. A larger part of him wants to feel him come in his mouth, to taste his seed. Berserker is relentless in his motions, never giving Flat a chance to relax nor really give him a chance to say anything. Berserker wouldn't put it past him to say something ... questionable to completely spoil this. Overwhelming him to prevent that is his course of action.
He takes in more of his length with each bob of his head, eventually bottoming out and swallowing him up to the hilt. Holding there, he swallows around Flat's cock as he looks up at him. His eyes are still strangely cold, yet hazy with desire. It's very strange. ]
[ cu’s got the right idea, as flat is definitely more than capable of ruining the moment like an art form. not that he means to, though—it’s just the way he is.
so it’s best to keep him distracted, his body trembling with arousal as cu keeps going further and further down. flat can feel himself reaching the edge, barely able to keep his voice down as berserker goes down all the way. ]
I—aah—Cu—!
[ with a quiet cry of cu’s name flat comes, his back arching slightly as he releases into the dragon’s mouth, his body trembling slightly as he rides out his orgasm. ]
[ He swallows the hot mess eagerly before pulling away with a wet pop. Anything that dribbles out after he releases Flat's cock gets lapped up greedily. After a moment, he sits up. In this position, it's impossible to deny how worked up he is. His cock is fully hard, precome drooling from the tip.
Of course, he will never outright ask for anything without being goaded. Self-denial is something of an art for Berserker. A hand rests on Flat's stomach, fingers gently stroking the soft skin. ]
[ the high of the orgasm doesn’t last that long. flat is quick to recover himself after a few gasps, his body loosening as he feels cu’s hand settle gently on his stomach. he doesn’t move yet, but his eyes are no longer glazed with the desire he had felt minutes ago.
he laughs softly when asked, settling his gaze on berserker. ]
I am, I am! That was incredible. But... what about you? Are you just going to stay like that?
[ It's not a lie -- he can handle it himself. How hard he is right now is more of a nuisance than anything. Berserker won't refuse if Flat insists, of course. ]
[ flat doesn’t really get it. he doesn’t get why cu would deny himself that when he was right there, but he figures that to each their own.
he sits up, looking up at berserker as he thinks. ]
Well, I’m not asking because I feel like I need to—I don’t need to do anything, really. I could just walk out if I wanted. But I want to know what you want, Cú—I’ll follow along!
[ That reaction doesn't surprise him in the slightest. He's not about to outright ask for Flat to do anything for him. ]
You're free to go then, if that's what you want to do. What I want...doesn't matter right now.
[ Old habits die hard. It's so difficult for him to admit that he has wants of his own. Diarmuid would be upset with him acting like this if he knew about it; backsliding into bad habits is too easy. ]
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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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the way that his claws drags down also makes him shiver—how weird it feels to willingly lose control of your own body like this. though he’s not that much of a stranger to sex, it had never been like this. those had been quick and thoughtless—this one felt like the complete opposite. it interests flat greatly. cu is gentle and rough at the same time, and flat yearns to see how far he can push this. how much can he give and what will berserker do with all of him?
being eaten in the literal sense isn’t something he had planned, or would like very much—the painful death of it more than the blood. but...because it’s berserker, he wouldn’t mind being torn up just a little, if that were to be the other’s will.
which is why he looks straight into cu’s eyes, a small smile on his face as he reaches down to help him take off his underwear, leaving him bare and hard and under the mercy of someone that could easily rip his spine out. flat trusts him as much as he would his own servant—as much as he trusts waver. ]
Don’t hold back—I won’t break.
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Without any pretense or warning, he grasps Flat's arousal and starts to stroke him. His own cock throbs with need, but he ignores it. His focus is on the witch's pleasure for now. Berserker trails bites and kisses down his throat and along his collarbones while his free hand gently claws his skin. It's an assault on Flat's senses; as overwhelming as he can be in a fight, it's mirrored in the way he has sex. Holding back is rarely an option. ]
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[ flat gasps in surprise as berserker wraps a calloused hand around his own cock with such suddenness. the fact that it is followed by both teeth and claws makes it feel like an onslaught of different stimuli, each one doing an excellent job in sending sparks down flat's spine; reducing his thoughts to mere static.
very unlike his usual loudness, flat is actually a rather quiet person in bed. his moans are soft, followed by breathless gasps as he moves his hips to the rhythm of cu's strokes, head tilted to the side for the other to have more room. his skin feels like it's on fire in every place that berserker touches, and it feels good, no, better than good. ]
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For now, he settles for straddling Flat's leg, his own hard cock pressing against it. His lips, tongue, and teeth create a trail of sensation down the witch's torso as he makes his way lower, sliding back on the bed to make himself more comfortable. The hand on his cock never ceases its steady pumping. He stops just short of Flat's cock and looks up at him, a silent request for permission to continue. ]
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and then berserker stops.
flat’s legs are shaking at this point, his hands having moved from berserker to gripping the sheets until his knuckles were white. his cock too, is achingly hard, precum dripping lazily from it. it takes a moment of frustration for flat to realize why cu had gone that far down and why he keeps looking at him like that. well. ]
Take whatever you want, Cu. [ flat mumbles softly in french, . even if cu can’t understand it, he hopes that the half smirk and nod are enough to tell him. ]
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He takes the tip into his mouth, mindful of his sharp teeth, and slowly starts to bob his head. His hand works whatever isn't in his mouth as his tongue swirls around the head. For someone so capable of great brutality, Berserker is surprisingly careful, almost gentle when it comes to intimate matters. A killer oddly fascinated with the soft and intimate. ]
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Aah... Cu....
[ flat moans softly as the tongue makes its way up, increasing in volume as cu decides to take him in his mouth. there’s no opening to question or be amazed by cu’s gentleness, as flat quickly finds himself giving into it anyways. it’s strange how well the dragon is at making him unravel like this, in a way that makes him feel incredibly vulnerable and exposed—but safe as well.
his hips stutter to meet cu’s movements, the tightness in his abdomen increasing as he’s pushed closer to the edge. ]
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He takes in more of his length with each bob of his head, eventually bottoming out and swallowing him up to the hilt. Holding there, he swallows around Flat's cock as he looks up at him. His eyes are still strangely cold, yet hazy with desire. It's very strange. ]
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so it’s best to keep him distracted, his body trembling with arousal as cu keeps going further and further down. flat can feel himself reaching the edge, barely able to keep his voice down as berserker goes down all the way. ]
I—aah—Cu—!
[ with a quiet cry of cu’s name flat comes, his back arching slightly as he releases into the dragon’s mouth, his body trembling slightly as he rides out his orgasm. ]
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Of course, he will never outright ask for anything without being goaded. Self-denial is something of an art for Berserker. A hand rests on Flat's stomach, fingers gently stroking the soft skin. ]
Are you satisfied?
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he laughs softly when asked, settling his gaze on berserker. ]
I am, I am! That was incredible. But... what about you? Are you just going to stay like that?
[ he may be an idiot, but he’s not stupid. ]
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[ It's not a lie -- he can handle it himself. How hard he is right now is more of a nuisance than anything. Berserker won't refuse if Flat insists, of course. ]
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[ flat doesn’t really get it. he doesn’t get why cu would deny himself that when he was right there, but he figures that to each their own.
he sits up, looking up at berserker as he thinks. ]
Well, I’m not asking because I feel like I need to—I don’t need to do anything, really. I could just walk out if I wanted. But I want to know what you want, Cú—I’ll follow along!
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You're free to go then, if that's what you want to do. What I want...doesn't matter right now.
[ Old habits die hard. It's so difficult for him to admit that he has wants of his own. Diarmuid would be upset with him acting like this if he knew about it; backsliding into bad habits is too easy. ]
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