eggbowl | [Dohalim/Zhongli] You're standing next to me...

[Dohalim/Zhongli] You're standing next to me...

[it started out as vague dreams of what seemed to be a lifetime ago. something so foreign and yet familiar. even in his dreams, he can almost feel it, taste it, smell it. like warm stone on a summer’s day, like a strong embrace holding him steady. and in every dream, he sees the same person with golden eyes and a soft smile and all he can feel is a warm fondness for them.

who is he, Dohalim would ask himself, as he would reach out to him.

and that point is when his dream would turn into a nightmare; in a flash, all he can see is carnage, and that person who he’d felt that fondness for would look at him with a frenzied fire in those golden pools, his face contorted into what seems to be pure, unadulterated rage. why… he can feel the fear piercing his heart, along with a certain pain he can’t quite put his finger on, that he has to watch this man fall into his wrath and despair.

”My apologies…” he remembers saying, before he would wake up with a start, brow damp with sweat as he would sit up in his bed. at first, that dream wasn’t nearly as frequent, but now, it seems like it’s occurring every night. what does it mean? who is that man in his dreams?

what happened?

come morning, however, that dream becomes a passing thought, as it usually does, as he starts his day. it’s only a dream; he doesn’t need to dwell on it.

there had been reports of a sudden spike of astral energy in Traslida Highway, one that Dohalim had taken upon himself to investigate (much to the chagrin of his guardsmen). if it has anything to do with earth astral energy, who better than the lord whose affinity of that very element? if anything goes wrong, he would be the most capable of containing it, at least. what mattered most is that the citizens of his realm are safe.

but it’s strange, as he walks out of Viscint, that he doesn’t need to be told where the anomaly is. he can… almost hear a quiet whisper, indiscernible in its words, but pulling him towards where he needs to go. it’s as if he’s lost all autonomy of his body, falling into a sort of trance, but the pull doesn’t feel malicious in its intent. in fact, it feels almost as familiar as the feeling in his dreams; he has to wonder why that is.

as he approaches the new rock formation in the Tietal Plains, Dohalim strains to listen to guardsman speaking to him; something about how it had appeared overnight, and that they had deployed a small platoon to stop anyone from entering it. but the whispers nearly drown him out, beckoning Dohalim to walk through the portal. it’s reckless, he knows, to walk into something without even an inkling of what awaits on the other side, but nothing in him tells him to stop as he steps forward towards the barrier. he holds a hand up, as if to feel the energy radiating off it, and before anyone could pull him back, Dohalim steps forward. he hears one of the guards call out his name, only for it to be muted once he’s on the other side.

just where is he…?]

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Ah-haah...

[Melqal moves and Morax is left twitching all over again, his body as sensitive as the other's in many ways. Dohalim's body is a little different, but all that means is the spirit is drawn to his lover's movements with every passing moment. Hips rise and he can see his cock as it slides out and back in, slow but steady...]

You're... nngh...

[His hands move willingly, one curling around his lover's thigh and kneading there as the redhead chooses his pace.]

Haaah... you're so... tight...

[hands wander, one teasing along his thigh and over his cock as the other slips up, grazing nails over his chest and brushing a nipple on their way.]

You feel so... good...

[the lustful comments only encourages Melqal, huffing out a half laugh, half moan as he keeps moving, the touches sending shivers up and down his spine. oh, how he's missed this, how he's missed Morax's surprisingly smooth hands over his body, unravelling him slowly. fingers teasing a nipple, hand brushing over his cock... honestly, there is no one in this world that could get him to fall apart quite as easily as Morax can]

Ha-ah... You feel so good... In me...

[sitting back down in Morax's lap, Melqal rolls his hips, feeling that length press up against his walls, the tip teasing against his prostate. it gets him to jolt slightly as he lets out another moan, louder and more unrestrained, this time. now, he has to wonder if...

moving a hand back behind him to grab Morax's thigh and bracing himself, Melqal leans back just a little bit, his eyes trained down to the taut plane of his stomach. he keeps slowly leaning back before he can see the skin bulge up ever so slightly; he flashes Morax a grin]

Ah... Look how much... You fill me up.

[in the back of his mind, he can feel even Dohalim's anxiety slowly melt away as he starts to succumb to this undeniable pleasure; this is good. this is a good thing. he deserves this, after all]

[It's good to know that's still about the perfect size, really. The little jolts and moans are enough to draw out shivers in turn, his cock throbbing as hips roll with it buried so deep.]

Ah... haah... you always did like it... so deep...

[but oh, the look of him. Leaning back, gaze trained down his stomach to watch that bulge... Morax may have forgotten this, if they'd done it before - at least, with just one cock available. To think...]

You take me... so well...

[fingers having slipped downward with Melqal leaning back, let's them glide over that bulge, tips gently rubbing along his stomach. The other moves up from his hip to grasp the redhead's cock, staring up at him with such love and devotion in his gaze.]

I've missed you so much... all of you.

[slowly stroking Melqal's cock, Morax rolls his hips to rock his own against the fingers on his lover's belly.]

Haaah... I'm already so close... you teased me too much, Melqal.

[Not that they'll likely stop at one. Or two, or... well, he sure Melqal will play it by ear, especially with how much less experience Dohalim seems to have. He hopes, too, that they're both enjoying this.]

I-I've missed you too...

[feeling Morax's fingers press against the bulge, as well as the hand wrapping around his cock only rips out another moan as he throws his head back. it's a sort of stimulation he hasn't felt in so long; to feel that pressure inside, as well as the pressure from the spirit's fingers almost makes him cum right there. he can feel Morax's cock press up against his prostate, making holding back all the harder to do. but, like his lover's train of thought, they never really do stop at one, do they?

pressing his hand against the one on his belly, Melqal rolls his hips again, shuddering at the feeling on the inside and out; bot of their fingers lifting up slightly at the head pushing up against his belly again]

When... When you want, then... cum for me, my love. I want it...

[with that being said, he sets a pace again, this time faster, relentlessly fucking himself with Morax's length. the sound of skin slapping against skin only drives him further, with a burning need to feel Morax release into him]

[watching as Melqal moves, head thrown back in the throes of his passions, Morax wishes he could have it both ways. to see his cock bulging the young man's belly, and to lean up and press their mouths together... ah, well. more things for later.

Melqal's hips roll, and Morax shivers at the sensation, tail curling and twisting beside him.]

Ah... haah... of course... I can hardly wai--wait-

[hardly, and when Melqal sets a pace, hips slapping his as he drives himself over Morax's cock, how could he even think to hold out? they ache for each other in such a visceral way, endlessly hopeless. Melqal's name falls from the spirit's lips and he finally moves to grasp the man's hips, pulling them down as his orgasm hits. it's as powerful as ever, maybe more, he thinks - after so long, maybe that makes sense. the feeling of releasing into him, spend pouring hot and thick inside... ah. he could lose his mind within this, he thinks.]

[he lets out a strangled moan at the feeling of cum pumping into him as he continues to ride his lover with a blissful look on his face. his own orgasm quickly creeps up on him, precum slicking Morax's fingers as his cock twitches from under his touch. gods, he feels hot, too hot, his skin feels like it's on fire, his nerves feel electrified. but it just all feels so good...

he doesn't last much longer as he cums soon after, loudly moaning out his lover's name. Melqal is pretty sure that he can be heard on the other side of the door, but right now, he doesn't care. and it seems like Dohalim doesn't, either, his other self also succumbing to the pleasure. he almost has to wonder to himself just how much stamina this body has. in the haze of heightened pleasure, a thought comes to him, as he leans down to press a heated kiss against Morax's lips. his hips don't stop moving, using his hole to stimulate the spirit again. he can feel some of that spend drip out of him; there's something oddly erotic about that, isn't there...

as he breaks their kiss, Melqal's breath is heavy, as he flashes Morax a crooked grin. his eyes glow indigo for a moment as he casts a small healing arte, just to give himself a little bit of a stamina boost]

Are you... Ready for more...

[a voiced question for Morax, for which he knows the answer to. but also one for Dohalim, in case he does want to stop. but he doesn't feel any resistance, only a quiet enthusiasm for more]

[He's absolutely beautiful in the throes of passion. Morax is caught staring despite the buzz of electric desire coursing through him. Even as he comes down from it, he feels so... so... dumbfounded, really.

The moan of his name earns a little twitch of Morax's cock, a moan in reply issuing from his lips as Melqal's spend splatters against his skin, across his hand.]

Ah... wa... i... mmnh-

[whatever he was trying to say is lost as their lips meet, tongue twisting and writhing for more. The sensation of his body shifting, hole working Morax's cock as spend drips and squelches around it... ah, he's going to lose his mind. He wasn't going to go soft in the first place, he knows, but like this? ... truly, his lover is abundantly confident and knowledgeable.]

Nnh... ah... ye-- yes. Please... I need more.

[His mind is already going wild thinking of the possibilities, trembling hands squeezing the tops of Melqal's thighs.]

[there's a soft smile on Melqal's face as he keeps close, his hips rolling against Morax's still. it's a slightly awkward position, but he doesn't care; he wants to watch the spirit fall into his pleasure again. he wants to be reminded that he's the only one who can bring the elemental to this brink, that he's the only one who's allowed to see him like this. in all honesty, it warms him, knowing that he's the only one who his lover trusts to see him so vulnerable]

Mmn... Love you...

[the words are muttered softly, before he leans in to press a more chaste kiss against Morax's lips. a contrast to how he was just mere moments ago, to give them a slight pause before Melqal throws himself into his passion again. he peppers gentle kisses all over Morax's face, before pushing himself up, hands on either side of the spirit's head. only then, does he move his hips in the same pace as before, half lidded eyes looking down at his lover as he rides his cock again]

Tell me... Tell me what you want... Tell me what you... Want me to do...

[he's willing to do anything for Morax; all his lover has to do is say the word, and he'll do it]

[he's just so good at it. Morax doesn't really know it that's a normal thing, honestly - his experience with others is nil, after all. and honestly, he doesn't want any more. if Melqal and Dohalim are the only ones allowed to push him to this space, so much the better.]

Ah... haah... love you too...

[meeting Melqal's lips, he settles into that softness. catching his breath while his lover continues to move is impossible, but that's fine. he can't help but smile as he's peppered with kisses, only to fall into more gasps as the redhead rides him again.]

I-- I... ah... I want... nnhh... want to feel you inside, too...

[his cock throbs inside him, and he just... wants so much. all of him, as soon as possible. it's been so long and he's feeling so impatient.]

[Melqal nods, red hair falling over his face, framing it. lusty amber eyes stay trained on Morax as loud moans slip from Melqal's lips, his movements quickening. whatever his lover wants, he'll get, in due time. it's not like he can really deny him that pleasure, either, not after being away from him for so long. he wants to take everything the spirit can give him, but he himself wants to give in return. and really, the night is still young, after all, and there is no shortage of healing artes he can cast to keep himself going the entire night. Melqal wants the three of them to be thoroughly satisfied with each other, and only then, will he stop]

A-as you wish... But... Not yet...

[pushing himself upright once more, the pace he'd set before is back, wanting to bring to Morax another orgasm. he's not full enough, he thinks, he wants to feel the cum sloshing around in his insides. a thought he has to give pause on for a moment, in case Dohalim has something to say about it, but he's pleasantly surprised when he's not pushed back with any sort of resistance on the idea. hm... interesting. different they may be, it seems that their tastes are similar when it comes to certain things. and to think, this is Dohalim's first encounter with Morax... but this is a good sign]

You are too reserved... Don't hold back m-my love...

You-- asked... ah...!

[Morax's head falls back for soft gasps as Melqal returns to his pace. hands come up to grip his waist, arms loose enough to keep from hindering him, but he needs to feel the other man's body.]

I'm not... t-trying to... nngh...

[he just came, but Morax isn't exactly bound by the limitations of humans. precum practically pours into the redhead, and with this pace, with how the other's pushing them both, he doesn't know if he could hold back even if he wanted to.]

Melqal... ah... haah... you're so...

[fingers tighten around his skin and pull him down, a rough little rumble on his lips that's somewhere between a keening moan and a growl. the heat of him is intense, so soon after, cum pouring inside to fill him up. his hips tremble as it continues, cock big enough to hold it all in place for now.]

[there's an almost blissful look on Melqal's face as he feels Morax spill into him once more, filling him up again. oh, how he's missed the sensation of it all, and he's glad that Dohalim's body can take it. if his other self is willing to, Melqal would love to push it to its limit sometime. but that's another time and conversation to have later. he's more than happy with this, to be with his lover once more]

Ah... Morax...

[hearing that rumbling growl coming from the spirit sends a shiver up his spine; it sounded so feral, like he used to be whenever they really got at each other. when Morax would succumb to his more animalistic nature, and covet all of Melqal. not that he ever minded, really, not when he practically opened himself up to be taken so roughly. he always did shine his brightest when he was like that, after all...

Melqal brings a hand up, fingers brushing along his lover's lips, before gently pressing two of them into Morax's mouth]

I suppose... I should give you what you want... Get them slick, my love.

Nnhkk... haah... Melqal...

[that gravelly tone remains as a shiver runs through him, breath hitching just slightly. He could be feral, but if Melqal really wanted that... he probably wouldn't have teased his tail so much. As it stands, it's a miracle he slipped into that space at all, one he'll chalk up to how badly he wants this.]

Mm...

[fingers slip between his lips and the spirit is quick to wrap his tongue around them, eyelids falling half-closed as he sucks and slurps. It's been so long, and he tastes a little different in Dohalim's body, but it's such a pleasant taste. Lips part more, giving a nice view of his tongue and fangs as he works.]

[in it's lewdness, Melqal does have to appreciate watching Morax like this. he always did easily fall to his whims whenever Melqal wanted it, and he never was short of showing just how much of an effect he has on the spirit. it brings him back to thoughts of their first meetings with each other, with how untrusting Morax was towards him, towards humans, but for him to be so open, now...]

You... Are absolutely stunning...

[eyes train down to the forked tongue and fangs; Melqal lets out a slight shiver at the sight. he can remember every moment he's felt those sharp canines scrape along his skin, threatening to bite down, threatening to mark him as Morax's. he only wishes that he would, honestly. and that tongue, that sinuous tongue teasing him, spreading him apart, being used to bring him to orgasm... yes, it's all coming back to him. he's glad he never forgot.

Melqal moves his fingers in and out of Morax's mouth slowly, before he adds another, making sure they're all slicked up. his hips shift against the cock still in him, relishing in the feeling of it sloshing around his spend]

Ah... mmn...

[Morax practically purrs at the praise, letting himself just fall apart a little in Melqal's presence. It's more of a relief than he could ever say, in truth. Being earnest and carnal aren't things that ever came naturally to him, but now...

Melqal has shaped so much of him, he thinks. Just slipped between the cracks and chipped away the rough, angry layer he'd covered himself with. Placed himself at the center of everything Morax wanted, almost deeper than the instinct to hold contracts and bear promise.]

Nnmm...

[another finger slips between his lips and he accepts it eagerly, saliva trailing down his chin as they slide in and out, eventually glistening and slick. His hips shift and jolt from time to time, cock throbbing as Melqal moves. Ah... he can hardly wait to feel him inside... and there's part of him, selfish and wanton, that is pleased that Dohalim's cock is quite sizeable itself.

They may both be size queens. Oops.]

[through his lust, Melqal watches Morax with a sort of adoration reserved only for him. to think that he was the one to open him up like this... to have reciprocated his feelings the first time he'd admitted them warms Melqal up. his love for the spirit truly knows no bounds, and even with the endless lifetimes of searching for his lost love, he wouldn't have it any other way, now that he has Morax again.

slipping his fingers out from his mouth, Melqal leans in to press his lips against his lover's, quick and chaste]

How would you like me to take you?

[he shifts his hips against Morax's for a moment, before slowly lifting himself up and letting the spirit's cock slip out of him. there's the undeniable drip of cum, but he ignores it for now, as he sits back, letting his free hand drag nails down Morax's chest]

Would you like to watch as I take you for my own? Or would you like me to take you from behind?

[Morax's breaths are soft little panting ones as Melqal leans in to kiss him again, hands reaching to run along his body, thumbing across his cheek. a soft groan escapes when his cock slips out of his lover, shiver running down his spine.]

Ah... let me. [he isn't breathless, but there's the sort of sensation of it anyway.] Let me watch. It's been too long.

[and maybe it'll be good for Dohalim, too, seeing how much he enjoys being taken this way. Morax is so often mild in his expressions that this is almost a novel thing, capable of drawing up so many of them.]

[Melqal hums softly as he presses one more kiss to Morax's lips, before shifting up to bring one of legs up to rest up on his shoulder. to get a better angle, of course, as he reaches down to press a slicked digit against his entrance. it truly has been so long since he'd been able to do this to the spirit that he has to make sure he doesn't rush things, to greedily take him so soon. after all, where would be the fun in that when he can watch as he continues to bring his lover to ruin, to make him so desperate for anything else other than his fingers?

but then again, perhaps it's Morax's influence on him that makes him want to covet his lover in every way possible. he may not be a dragon himself, but the creature's greed is still there within him. not that Melqal minds; it isn't as if he wants to belong to anyone else, as much as he doesn't want Morax to be ensnared by anyone but him (Dohalim notwithstanding). perhaps they really are fated to be with each other if their greed is what drives them together.

Melqal tilts his head, resting the side of it against against Morax's thigh as he watches him]

Look at you... Shining so brightly for me. Only for me...

[Morax's hips rise as Melqal shifts his leg over a shoulder, peering up from his lashes at the man. His tail curls gently as a digit presses to his entrance, focusing on touching so as not to be too impatient.

Gentle fingers trace over the curve of his jaw and cheeks, warm and soft beneath them. He really can't help himself, my with every movement Melqal makes being so covetous. After so long, after endless nightmare and uncertainty, returning to this feeling and knowing he's wanted for form alone... where else would he want to be? Who else could tame him this way? (Dohalim perhaps, but time will tell how that relationship will grow.)

His breath hitches as Melqal rests a cheek on his thigh, lip pulled between his teeth for a brief moment.]

Haah... ah... only for you. Only ever here... [The impatience hasn't completely unwound him just yet, at least, though the redhead's fingers draw a gasp across Morax's lips when his gaze trails down between them.] You're being so... mmn... thorough and slow...

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