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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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[Darc laughs, a little giddy]

I'm taking you someplace else! That's where Camillia's staying, and I don't want to share, she's dangerous.

Oh, the King's bedroom?

That's right, my place.

[He points up the "cliff," at a walled-off lived-in building at the end of the mall's hallway, just a coil of fat stairs away. It's isolated, with pretty much the same good view that Camillia has, just caddycorner, higher, and a bit further away from the noise on the ground.

He starts to lead there, ducking his head. Trying to collect himself a bit.]

[Shiro needs to use this moment to focus on doing stairs while high. He doesn't want Darc to worry.]

[IF YOU CAN CLIMB THESE STAIRS YOU'RE SOBER ENOUGH TO FUCK

Darc takes a deep breath at the top, pulling aside the door and looking down at Shiro. Waiting for any sort of panic to catch up with him. But he just feels eager. Even more eager than moments ago????]

[He can climb the stairs. He smiles up at Darc when he looks back, ears flushed.]

[What!! the fuck!! Darc swallows. He CAN'T BELIEVE THIS]

Hurry, go on.

[past the door is another awesome plush pile of furs and skins and blankets. The room isn't actually bigger than Camillia's, and apparently Darc only keeps a single large trunk of belongings locked and shoved in the back corner. But it's cozy, warm, decorated with little shining tokens of faraway continents, and the roof is completely open to the sky - a rolled thatch roof is propped away to let the warm air and summer breeze carry through. It also features A HUGE bath basin, it's basically as big as the bedroom

That's it, that's all he's got, a rad bed, a trunk, open sky and giant bath. He's intensely focused on Shiro, feeling like he has no idea how to seduce a human but it seems to be working out ok so far]

[Shiro lost to marveling at it all. It's so... idyllic. He finds himself staring at the sky, looking the silhouette of an enemy ship... for a long moment.

A bird chirps. Everything is so quiet, he can hear the breeze. He rubs at the join of his shoulder, the snag of his callousing rousing him enough to turn and look at Darc.

He is seduced. His voice is quiet, only audible due to the utter calmness of the air.]

This is amazing.

[Darc's whole chest swells with pride, startled. Weirdly happy.]

Yeah?

Yeah. Thank you for bringing me here, Darc.

[God.

Darc steps up to him, not taking his eyes away from him as he reaches for the black skirt. Pulling the knot, letting it fall. The deep rumble is back in his chest again, heavier this time.]

I just put this on you.

I admit I wasn't paying attention the first time. You'll have to put it back on, later.

[God, he can practically feel that. He can just reach out his hand and actually feel it. Which he does, spreading his hand right over his heart.]

Oh.

[A bolt of warmth thrills through Darc, and the rumbling under Shiro's palm intensifies. A hand just like his own right hand is pressed up against him, skin against skin. Shiro is so warm.

He feels arousal thud through him as he unties his underwear and strips him naked again, eyes flicking down over Shiro's figure, much more heated this time.]

[Ah. It feels so sudden being naked, though Darc's being so careful it's agonizing. Shiro wants him to do it for hours.

This is really going to kill him.

He drags his hand down Darc's taut stomach to tangle into the front of his sarong, clumsy trying to work the knot one-handed. The task feels like an eternity and Shiro doesn't feel embarrassed, standing naked with his cock filling out under Darc's gaze but he feels dangerously exposed. Light-headed.]

[Darc sucks in a breath. He leaves Shiro to figure his skirts out, he's not waiting on figuring Shiro out. Darc's mouth waters as he strokes his right hand in eager curiosity over Shiro's hardening dick. One of them, no protective casing, scales or sheath. Still a bit soft for Darc to rub his fingers over, pulling back the velvety skin -- just like mine, he thinks in a heady daze with barely any ache. His fingers curl lower. Balls like an Orcon but, as he finds while he strokes his human hand over the sack, soft instead. Impossibly soft. His cunt is already aching and his ears burn for it. Not so alien.

His breath and purring feels so fucking loud. He moans.]

Tell me how to treat this, Shiro.

You're—What you're doing is perfect.

[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.]

[Shiro appears to be working with a thick, ribbed, pierced, purple cock, somewhere between ???serpentine??? and human, with a fat swell at the base covered in glimmering green scales. His fingers brush a velvety soft scaled pussy beneath that, the skin bare and warm. Like snakeskin.

He blushes]

[Shiro's mouth just. Hangs open.]

Can we sit?

[Darc chuffs, some tension out, his purrs thudding with some staccato. Ok that's better than jeering, nice]

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.]

[Wow okay. Shiro is just manhandled down to his knees, spread across the furs with his cock hanging heavy between them.]

I don't even know where to start. Can I kiss you?

Yes. Humans kiss? Barely have tongues.

[Bursts out laughing?!]

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.

[what was funny about that do u have any idea how often I fuck a dog

Darc is taken aback by the gesture. His lips part, surprised. Attempting to nuzzle the pleasant gesture back, but realizing he misunderstood something.]

[Shiro smiles against Darc's mouth, feeling giddy and ridiculous showing an alien king how human's kiss. It's a lot of pressure! He's probably rusty. His tongue pushes in slowly, hand going to grip Darc's shoulder.]

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[oh - -

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.]