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[ day 8, post game afternoon ] [nsfw]

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[ he's trying to stay quiet but it's really, really very difficult, especially with the friction of their cocks moving together as he ruts into his grip, breaking the kiss to muffle a moan against his jaw line. ]

[his sleeves extend halfway up his palm, absolutely brushing up against their cocks in a difference of texture. he rolls his hips desperately into his hand, against Oni's erection, only keeping quiet by panting voiceless little curses, breathlessly compromised.]

[ he hadn't felt it before but - - his adrenaline is still kind of running from the fight and he did takes a few solid hits in it and the combination of that and his own breathlessness from pushing up against him does start to make him feel light headed.

he stops for a second, bracing his forearms against the door on either side of Shuten, exhaling out. ]

-- bed.

[ is all he says before he tries to step them backwards. ]

[Shuten nods, a jerky little motion that dizzies him a bit too, then steps forward, peering over Oni's shoulder so nothing goes awry with the whole walking backwards thing. He does also immediately move to pin him to the bed and straddle him once they get there.]

[ he obliges that, readily, sinking down to the bed and rolling his hips up already to meet Shuten's again, bare cock sliding up against him as his hands go to trail up his sides and then cup his ass. ]

[Shuten is quickly regretting not shedding his pants and boots on the way over. Since the pants are drawstring, with his legs spread this wide they're trying to ride up again. The top of them is pressing up tightly under his balls and the swell of his ass, honestly a pretty nice pressure but very much threatening to be in the way. It ALSO means that Oni is grinding up against clothes again, tragically, and Shuten shifts his hips to at least press his bare ass into Oni's hands, seeking that direct contact.]

[ that is pretty tragic and Oni pretty immediately seems to miss that contact. he can push down his the pants some with his fingertips but it's not nearly enough, and while his own pants thankfully are unzipped -- he's going to want to do some more about Shuuten's. he lets off with his hands to grab the waistband again and tugs, murmuring under his breath -- ]

Get offa me for a sec, so we can get these off.

Good call.

[Shuten nods and rolls off of him, starts wiggling out of his pants only to realize he'll have to ditch his boots too in order to do that.

There's a moment of clear internal struggle. But he kicks the boots off after a few seconds, because it's not as if Oni doesn't know about his dragon leg. They probably wouldn't be in this situation if he found it repulsive, regardless of how Shuten may feel about it.]

[ to his credit he only looks for a moment -- as if to confirm, what he saw in the memory was real -- but his gaze doesn't stay stuck on it as he does figure it's a sore spot. as soon as Shuten's pants are off he's reaching forward, cupping him by the ass again to try and drag him closer. ]

[so very green and scaly. it wasn't apparent in the memory because everyone was wearing pants, but the scales extend all the way up past his knee to his lower thigh before fading smoothly into skin.

he shifts closer agreeably, grateful Oni's eyes aren't lingering, straddling him again and leaning in for a kiss.]

[ he kisses back readily, and when he does push up it's with a pleased exhale through his nostrils as his bare cock brushes, pushes up against Shuten's too; he doesn't know if he wants to do anything more than this right now, grinding against him like so is pretty nice but at the same time his foggy mind can't help but picture more -- his hand does drop between them to curl around their shafts, bring them together like how they were when they were against the door. ]

[Shuten moans quietly, muffling it even more into Oni's mouth. He braces himself with hands on Oni's shoulders, rocking above him, into the heat of Oni's hand, Oni's cock. He wouldn't argue with more, certainly, but it's not like this isn't enough by itself, either, and he feels no need to rush.]

[ well they can agree on that one; it is nice just indulging in this, the steady rock up of his hips, kissing slowing to something more relaxed but still somehow almost -- needy, the flat of his thumb rubbing over the tips of their cocks ]

[Shuten matches his rhythm, grinding down languidly. It's an unhurried sort of pace, but the desire isn't really less for it, just... taken slower, and savored. This slow, too, it's probably hard to ignore the warm press of scales against Oni's hip, shifting regularly as they move together.]

[ he's perfectly fine with savoring this, making as such clear with a throaty sort of groan, mouth parting as he tries to deepen the kiss and squeeze both their shafts together with a pulse of his hand. ]

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