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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.]

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I guess it's true. I've met a lot of alien royalty. None of them have been as welcoming as you, though. King Darc.

[Darc smiles.

Then he flicks his scaley thumb against his pipe, sparking a flame. He breathes in, starting a glow, then slides closer to Shiro in the water, his eyes locked on him and heart pounding.]

[Shiro's eyes are caught by the spark. He's still trying to figure out how Darc did it; doesn't notice his intent until Darc's right there. His lips part in anticipation. There's a dirty, juvenile thrill to the act that seems like a lifetime away last time Shiro experienced it]

[ah. That little twitch of want. A spark of electricity races all through Darc at how clearly he can see that Shiro wants him, that he's wanted. He's never even done this with someone before, only imagined like a silly daydreamer. A shy little fantasy none of his friends would, or could, fulfill for him. Suddenly he's thrilled.

He tilts his mouth, and breathes hot smoke into Shiro's mouth - a dragon kissing smoke into Shiro's lungs.]

[Shiro makes a soft, restrained noise. He doesn't want to choke. He wants to keep kissing Darc as the smoke soaks in his lungs,]

[Darc shivers, heady and burning hot in his lungs, sliding his tongue along Shiro's upper lip. Then his lower lip. It's only a moment, but Darc feels like he needs to be gasping.

He tries to breathe steadily, keep the smoke between them. He feels like every nerve is on fire. Kissing is so powerful]

Darc.

[Softly, after the smoke has dissipated. It's too soft to b e a moan, warm and wanting.]

[Fuck. Darc purrs in his throat, his voice a low, hungry rumble. He sounds like he's amazed, like he's not saying a line he is just 100% genuine]

You're even good at saying my name.

[Shiro flushes, gently presses their mouths together.]

I wasn't very articulate last night, but I was thinking it a lot.

[kissing is amazing?? It is totally impeding Darc's ability to think. A powerful technique]

... What were you thinking?

I've met a lot of different people and species in the last couple years—a lot of royalty too, I wasn't kidding—but nobody's made an impression like you.

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[Darc swallows, then exhales smoke. Finds he can't resist kissing Shiro some more right now so he kisses Shiro some more. Heat surges through his body.]

This is ridiculous.

[he reaches under the water to curl his hand between Shiro's legs.]

I've never known a human like you, either.

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[Shiro jolts, shuddering. His voice goes breathy.]

You really don't waste time.

[Darc pauses, confused.]

Should... What do you expect?

[Shiro chuckles. Maybe foreplay is more of a human thing....?]

I don't mind, [He says firmly.] Humans usually take things a bit slower, but like the difference between human-kissing and Deimos-kissing one isn't really better than the other, just different.

I'd like to touch you more, though.

[Darc thinks maybe participating in more human behavior ought to make him feel more touchy, but how can he be with how Shiro presents it?? He licks his lips, fingers rubbing thoughtfully along Shiro's dick.]

Hmn. I would like you to touch me more... Slower, is it?...

Right.

[Shiro places his organic hand on Darc's chest, smoothing from his human skin to his Deimos scales.]

Like that...?

[ah. He swallows. It feels indulgent. Does Shiro mean it to feel that way?]

I-- see.

[He lifts his hand off Shiro's dick to copy him in a mirror and run his hand across Shiro's chest.]

[There's really not a single smooth expanse on him. Scars everywhere. Darc's got plenty of his own... Shiro strokes his chest again, dragging his thumb deliberately over a nipple, then into the cut line of his pec.]

[Darc's breath catches, and his red eyes flick up to Shiro's face. His chest rumbles a bit as he purrs, and he's eager to copy what Shiro does that feels this nice, petting Shiro's scarred chest in turn, reveling in the brazen vulnerability. He can already tell some Deimos would laugh at this, and it makes his cheeks burn that he already likes it so much. ]

Shiro.

[he groans. He curls his fingers at the nape of Shiro's neck, squeezes him there.]

Fuck. Don't mistake my lowered guard. A lifetime of knives in my back taught me to wait for yours. I've just decided to win you over, even if you try.

[Shiro thinks the neck grabbing might be a Thing and he's, he's a pretty big fan of it. His eyes go heavy-lidded, leaning back into the strength if that grip. He's not sure why Darc's words, which should be bizarre and concerning, just seem to fuel what's going on between them: maybe it's just the implication that Darc wants him enough to risk so much.]

Darc. Turn around?

[Darc stares at him. His heart starts pounding.

He laughs, breathless at the guts Shiro's got to have, right after he just said that. Thrumming with heat and excitement, he turns his powerful, ruined back to Shiro. He fixes his gaze over his shoulder, every muscle in his body tense and ready. His voice purrs.]

You've got nerve.

I don't know how else to convince you.

[Despite the gravity of that statement, Shiro's voice is warm, carrying the hint of a breathless laugh of his own. He places the robotic palm on Darc's back, smoothing over muscle and scar tissue, then steps closer behind him to follow the path with his mouth. Up to his shoulder, kissing and sucking, against the base of his neck.]

[oh.]

--Fuck.

[Darc's claw grips the side of the tub so hard it cracks under his palm. He murmurs wordlessly and his whole body burns when he feels Shiro's mouth on the ugliest, most vulnerable place he has. He's even using his metal hand now, pushing himself while he pushes Darc. Like he's making it more fair. He can't believe how good it feels, and for a moment he swears he can feel breath on his wings.]

[Right. These scars. There's so thick and symmetrical Shiro wonders how he could have possibly got them, but it's only a cold second later when his mind goes to some of the other Deimos he had met and their various appendages. Wings.

It's so vividly horrifying that Shiro clutches Darc's shoulders. Hard. To think they had lost a limb on their things in common list. His sympathy is so raw it hurts and he's bowed over him for a tense drawn out second before he run his thumbs over the scars and goes back to running his tongue in between his shoulder blades.]