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[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…?]
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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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]
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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.]
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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...
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[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.]
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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.
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[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.]
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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]
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[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.]
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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?
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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.]
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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...
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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...