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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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[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.]

[Darc's breath catches sharply when he's squeezed. And then he lets it out, dazed, when he feels Shiro's thumbs and mouth. He groans.]

Hhahah, You recognized it.

Yeah.

I'm so sorry, Darc.

[oh That warms him up. Having this man hold him from behind and feel for him. He Understands.

His death grip on the edge of the tub loosens, and he lets go. Instead, Darc reaches up behind him, heart in his throat. His fingers brush Shiro's cheek to find him, then cup the side of his face, to the back of his neck.]

... Thank you.

[Shiro lingers like that for a moment before rousing himself. He doesn't want to be distracted from his original plan. He drops a kiss to the back of Darc's neck while he urges him to shift up and brace himself so his hips are up out of the water.]

Just trust me for a second; I promise this has a point.

[Darc realizes in a startled rush that he's been holding his breath. He feels achey and thrilled. Trust me, I promise. Darc swears under his breath.

He can handle it, he swears he can handle it, he's not soft anymore. But he really, really doesn't want to get hurt again. Suddenly he desperately wants Shiro to be telling the truth, and the only way to have that is to give him the chance to prove it.

He closes his eyes, briefly, and then grunts, and moves with Shiro's coaxing into position. He looks over his shoulder at him, aware he's presenting a little.]

... Alright. Show me.

[congrats Darc you're getting eaten out by a fucking enthusiast.]

[OH

OKAY

THIS IS

EXTREMELY CONVINCING]

[Shiro's very

thorough.

He switches between toying with the rim of his ass and driving his tongue as deep as he can into Darc's cunt. He's practically drinking him, making little noises and he swallows his slick.]

[Darc is gasping fast.]

Ah!--

[He's trembling, and gripping the tub hard enough to crack it again. His face sinks down to press on his arm while he pants open-mouthed, purring and moaning so greedily he doesn't even realize he's being louder than he's been the whole time Shiro's known him.

He starts to come in moments, his pussy throbbing around Shiro's tongue and dripping a slick that's sharply fresh like mint. It leaves a pleasant stimulating buzz in Shiro's mouth and on his lips. The same sensation as what slicked between them before.]

[Shiro's flattered, but he hadn't been anticipating that strong of a reaction. It's kind of awful to think Darc's not used to this, but obviously Deimos do things a little differently than humans. Obviously he needs to show him the benefits. He backs off a little after he comes, just trying to lap up his fluid. It makes his jaw feel numb and warm, like he could keep this up for an hour.]

[panting!!]

Ohh... Shiro...

[he laughs breathlessly, stunned, fuzzy and warm]

F, for such a small tongue, you really know how to use it...!

[he has to stop to laugh, kneading at Darc's ass with his broad hands while his warm breath huffs over him..]

Just takes a little bit of patience and focus.

[Darc purrs, the soft, fine scales of his cunt glistening emerald green. He reaches down to pet Shiro's hair, his fingers a little shaky.]

That was very convincing.