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[Shiro doesn't remember falling, but it feels a little like he's been dropped off a high building and frankly, given the likelihood that he was teleported here, for whatever reason... he doubts, with his luck, that it was a gentle landing. He deeply considers lying prone for a few more minutes, but the sound of excited voices filter through to his awareness past the pain, talking about a 'beam of light'. Before he can think about how much he hurts, he's rolling into a tense, ready crouch, just in time for several large shapes to break through the foliage. Shiro can only gape at the variety of the figures that fan out to surround him, scales and vines and wings. He hasn't seen such a menagerie gathered in one place since, well... the coliseum.
It's not a comforting comparison.
Weary dread sluices through Shiro's body as they circle him, jeering. He seems weak! and King Darc will know just what to do with this one. and He'll be quite a prize, with this last line, an echo from the past again, ratcheting his pulse up until it feels like his chest will break. Though Shiro knows from their tone it won't do any good, he warns them to back off just once before lunging at the nearest one, hoping surprise will give him enough edge to run.]
It's not a comforting comparison.
Weary dread sluices through Shiro's body as they circle him, jeering. He seems weak! and King Darc will know just what to do with this one. and He'll be quite a prize, with this last line, an echo from the past again, ratcheting his pulse up until it feels like his chest will break. Though Shiro knows from their tone it won't do any good, he warns them to back off just once before lunging at the nearest one, hoping surprise will give him enough edge to run.]
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His breath and purring feels so fucking loud. He moans.]
Tell me how to treat this, Shiro.
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[Shiro forgets the knot and just clutches for a moment, eyes closed. He remembers that part of that caution is that Darc's never seen a human naked, just like he's never seen a Deimos naked, and the thought thrills him back to getting the knot free. The underwear is easier, at least. Shiro looks down, not trusting his hands alone to tell him what he's working with.]
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He blushes]
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Can we sit?
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That is what the bed is for.
[Darc steps back and while he's at it, he yanks the strap of his silver armor free, discarding the whole thing with a heavy thud. He reaches up to grab Shiro by the nape of his neck, pulling them both down to their knees.]
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I don't even know where to start. Can I kiss you?
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They're long enough to suit us but yeah, I suppose they're not much.
[Still—He leans in. Hoping he doesn't fuck it up. It feels like ten years since he's kissed anyone rather than not quite two.
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Darc is taken aback by the gesture. His lips part, surprised. Attempting to nuzzle the pleasant gesture back, but realizing he misunderstood something.]
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Oh. Darc is clumsy. He's only used to long, probing, lashing tongues, mouths full of too many sharp fangs, mouths that don't fit together so kisses and tongues are best everywhere else. But he's yearning so deeply, paying such starved attention to what to do. He chases after what feels good, the plush push of lips and velvety heat of Shiro's tongue in his mouth. He groans, his purring notching up, gripping Shiro's nape a little harder now.
Oh.]
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[Shiro leans into him, not doing anything to make the kiss less clumsy; he's drunk on how good and easy it is, how much Darc seems to like it. His hand trails down to his chest again, feeling that purr thrum all the way your him. If they weren't kissing, he'd bury himself all the way against it.]
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After a cursed lifetime of distancing himself from his human side, his body and heart have the audacity to be this excited.
He curls his fingers tightly against the back of Shiro's head. His hair is too short to even grip properly! Darc laughs??, and pants against Shiro's lips. He pushes Shiro down so he's flat on his back and Darc can climb on top of him.]
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Darc.
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So that's how humans kiss.
[Darc grinds down on him. His cock is fully taut and swollen now, heavy and shining with slick. The plush, unfolded swollen lips of his dragon-skin pussy spreads out soft and hot around the length of Shiro's cock, smearing Shiro in a lot of liquid. It feels stimulating on Shiro's bare skin, warm and cool at once.]
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[He drags one foot flat to get the leverage to move up against him, otherwise content to lay back. In the King's bed. Shiro grins up at him. he flexes his wrists a little, just to test; Darc looks pretty strong.]
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I like it.
[He bows down to drag the flat of his tongue along Shiro's jaw. His teeth are mostly flat, but they're a bit more fangy than a human, and after lapping at Shiro's throat he bites him, hard enough to mark. Once, twice, then on his ear, pulling on the lobe before he pants against him.]
That's how Deimos kiss.
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P. Pretty sure they both have their merits.
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He lets go of Shiro's wrists and kneels up between Shiro's legs. He grips Shiro's thighs and yanks him up effortlessly, holding his own dick and rubbing the wet, slick cockhead down over Shiro's balls, rubbing it against his ass. The liquid he's smeared on Shiro is definitely a stimulant, and he drags his tip up and down Shiro's crack, staring at the man splayed out under him.]
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Shiro goes totally owl-eyed. This is happening really fast. His brain lags behind and when it catches up and realizes what is going on, his breath hitches, hard. He levers himself up on his elbows to watch, rocking his hips]
Wait, Darc. I'm not sure that I can take it that fast. [He's really not sure. He's so turned on; his body feels so easy, so open.] I might need, ah—here.
[He's far too addled to explain and he's all caught up in the obscene smut novel plot that is happening to him. He's on drugs fucking an alien King and absolutely nothing is beyond him right now. His legs spread as he drags his fingers through the liquid soaking his stomach and once they're dripping with the stuff he reaches behind himself to fuck his own hole.]
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I see...
[so, again, a bit like him. Darc almost explains that his dick gives off the same slick he's already rubbed on him but, yknow, that can wait, he wants to watch this. Maybe a full human is even tighter than Darc is.]
Look at you. How am I supposed to wait when I could have you squirming under me.
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[Shiro rolls his hips. Riding his fingers, pushing his thigh into Darc's grip, all fluid power. Which means the trembling in his limbs is all pleasure: he started with two fingers, quickly folded in a third, gasping in amazement at how easy his body takes them. He drops his prosthetic down, uses it to hook his other thigh further back so he can get a better angle. Red flares from his ears down to his chest, just absolutely stunned about how fucking hard and fast he's getting what he needs. For once.]
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Shiro.
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[High Shirp is really god damn impressed he had the strength of character to say that because approximately 90% thinks Darc getting inside him as fast as possible is the best possible idea.]
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