Marmorea Aurum - Tender Heart [-6-]
Rough handling and aphrodisiacs; overwhelmed and heated exhales
Aphrodisiac | Bondage undressing | Shapeshifting | Overstimulation
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A glide of palms draws his attention as the elevator door draws to a close, sanctifying them as the whisper of claws dance beneath his jacket as they drift the distance between. It is a sentiment returned as chest pushes against chest, where a hand roams to the crest of spine as teeth mark over smirking lip. 'Eager,' the chimera remarks as the symbol marks them to their floor.
Warren returns the smirk, taking hold of Malaphin's jacket as the door draws open. "Want to get one last good night in before we end up bunked in the south end, we won't have a moment of peace." And the grip releases as their positions turn - making a slight jump as his ass is given a hearty smack.
"Let's get to it then," curls into a smile.
A chuckle, and Warren digs into his pockets for the tab-key, rolling the chain link within his hand as he walks. Only a short way, two doors down and to a side - clustered with the rest of the packed in condos but rebuffed by alchemical spell to give them the further privacy they do need in a space hostile to Mira.
Dangerous - he turns the key into the lock - a liability on such a delicate living space - he pushes the door open, welcoming himself inside where the breath of the regional spell whispers over his skin and tosses the keychain to the counter just off to the side of the doorway. Lock snapping into place, claws against the hem of pants; he's jerked from the kitchen, twirled around and shoved against the wall - a mouth pressing against his throat.
Fuck, he loves when the chimera is rough.
"Going to use the drink?" Malaphin growls against his throat, claws burrowing themselves beneath pants, lifted against the wall as shoes are kicked aside.
"After this," Warren breathes before tendrils invade his mouth, pressing himself against the draw of claws, hands gripping at the divide of facial folds as their features shift. Claws ply beneath his pants as he shoves the collar fold aside, for naught as his pants are effortlessly yanked down his thighs as he pressures back. Gasping for breath, saliva lacing between his scarred lips and the hiss of teeth, he hooks one leg over hip, pinning the chimera against him as he fights to take hold of head once more - hands pulling beneath crest of horns as the golden tangles trace from jaw to throat.
Hands continue to yank fabric over the glow of his hip rifts, pulling downwards as mouth transfers from throat to chest - his own hand holding himself bared for the chimera as he rests against the wall. Over the breath of chest vents, against the sensitivity of nipple and over soft stomach - the teeth make pause against his hip, and he looks down upon with a huff. How fucking much he wants it is clear as his hips press - claws pull his pants free of his groin.
"Not here," Warren sighs, still holding his chest bared as Malaphin purrs against the restraint of his seam - sexless in presentation, skin darkened around where white has begun a split. "Bedroom," breathes, head bent back against the wall.
"Tied?" The chimera purrs as they stand, a hand questing to the flutter of the ossisgari's curling tail.
"Just arms tonight," Warren presses himself to the wandering hand - before he's finally released. "Meet you in the bedroom," and presses a kiss.
"Not if I get you in the hallway first," Malaphin smirks, drawing back to begin ridding themselves of the jacket, heading down the hall to their bedroom with a slight cant looking back for a final glimpse of the ossisgari.
Brushing the trace of the chimera's tangled saliva from his lips, Warren makes a detour. Quickly fetching the elixir and a jug of juice, he makes a short sip - not enough as it barely bites at his charcoal tongue - and makes a long-drawn chug before chasing the bitter taste straight from the jug.
Leaving them on the counter, fighting his jacket from his shoulders and pants back into place, his pace is quick, eager towards the hallway as the jacket is thrown to the counter.
Claws pull into his shirt as he crosses the threshold.
Pinned up against the doorframe Warren’s own hands meet the strike of backplates. They are held arched as the claws drift up beneath his shirt, pressured against the huff of vents as their mouths meet again. Palms draw to shoulders, holding firm as the warmth and agile tangles infiltrate his mouth once more, breath drawn to huff as he's guided from the frame to the bed. Knees draw against hips as they indulge, gasping and growling as Malaphin leans above, coaxing Warren’s shirt free from his chest ever so hungrily as the bare teeth find against his pecs, kissing and rumbling against his sensitive breathing white in the low light.
Arms pulled over head, Warren basks in the attention as he yanks his shirt fully free, throwing it aside as a clawed palm latches at his spread thigh. "Found the ropes?" Pants as his teeth gnash, broken by a toned sigh as golden tangles massage his sensitive tissue.
"On the dresser," Malaphin purrs, hands trying once more to pull pants free of the rift striped thighs, "behind back?" They huff as they're guided back to face, hands holding beneath the amber-tone features with an ambient growl.
"Yeah, throw me over," the ossisgari grins, yet also not as they kiss once more - and the chimera leans over as he rights himself into a stand, leaving Warren to turn over to his bare stomach and look over his shoulder as his tail flickers with eager intent.
He watches as Malaphin divides the ropes two-and-two, a length just enough to bind his arms behind his back. Yet not strong enough to fully weather his draconic strength.
Palm against the small of his back, Warren submits beneath Malaphin's dominance as his arms are pulled back, yanked and wrapped with the gentle ropes until both lie pinned to his spine, wrists pent to the opposing elbows as the quest of tendrils kiss his nape. "That good, starstruck?" Malaphin purrs as their hips press against the ossisgari's dropped pants, leaning over as elbows hang him just overhead.
Testing the ropes...and Warren presses back with his rear. "Perfect," he grins.
Turning him over, Malaphin takes his mouth once more.
Claws divide pants from skin as the chimera slowly moves down from jaw to throat, rumbling to ease a pleasant mewl that whispers through the drake's lungs and vents. "You alright with easing into it?" They purr, hands finding rest against the wrapping grip of thigh rifts.
"Yeah," Warren sighs, edging himself towards the grip as Malaphin leans back over him. "Eat me out a lil, hell, I'm up to give some head."
Malaphin chuckles, kissing against the breath of vents. "Best to do it now then, before your elixir kicks into full gear. Can't let you yearn me in you while at the other end." Kissing throat once more with a snort.
Eyes rolling, Warren must admit his partner isn't wrong. "Just get rid of my pants," he smarms, legs twisting themselves around as arms remain pinned at his back. "Don't want my arms to get too tired," smirks.
A laugh returns the sentiment; a tangle of golden tendrils kisses up his throat.
And downwards they begin a resume - pleading against the sensitive whites just the same as the perk of arousal sat just above. Where in turn the motions echo the draw of claws drawn over thighs, pushing them down and to pin as one leg at a time is pulled from their place. A hand is the first to meet the need that rests below, cupping against the blooming white as Malaphin kisses over the vents once more, wagering noise from the drake as head rests back against their bedspread. One claw, two, they ease their way past the restraint of the coils that make the tight space of the ossisgari's groin - and their mouths meet as moisture spreads between the knuckles.
Inwards and up, Warren bares himself for the chimera as kisses drift down his chest once more. "Malik," whispers firm, "take them in your mouth," huffs, begging down as his feet press at the side of the bed. The coaxing against his limp arousal makes him gasp, feeling the claws rake inside him, upwards against the obscuring placement of his flaccid girth.
Upwards, back, his hips beg towards the mouth as it continues to quest towards his groin, pleasuring and purring as the tangle of gold meets the peak of his stomach; just over the fingering palm that pressures against his walls. "Easy," the chimera purrs, drawing mouth to the spread of thigh. He pushes Warren further up the bed, giving them room to work as space is given to the eager coil folds.
Warren snarls - only half as his arms remain pinned, hips aching towards the warm breath that hovers just out of his reach. "Mal," he whimpers, "fuck, your breath might just be enough."
Malaphin chuckles, hands roaming around hips to find a comfortable kneel. "I haven't even kissed you yet," purrs, teasing as the warm tangles coil against spread thigh.
"I know," Warren whines, "just, take me in your mouth already. Fuck." Impatient; his head smacks back against the bed with a mild grimace. But relief drops it ever so gently as the rapture of tendrils meets coils, languishing and dancing between his legs as his pelvis drops to meet the purling maw.
Hips anchor themselves for the meet of mouth to loins, pivoting in place as the grasp of the yearning coils pull against the tendrils. Welcoming fully against and within the firm draw as the ossisgari sighs - where the chimera rumbles around, vibrating through the golden grip as mouth presses around the desiring white. Back and forth, a jive is drawn between mouth and coils as pressure moves from one to another, where above Warren quivers as his sensitive white is taken in full to the chimera's mouth.
"Malik," whispers as the lash of tendril tongues drive around the nudge of glans, questing around the sensitive folds before meeting inside the warm canal placed between the grip of coils. Pleasuring against walls, purring around the sensitivity and the grip of wanton coils. Pulsating, curling, it draws his breath as his hands grip back against the sheets beneath him, hips aching towards the tender thrusts that press against his walls. “Mal,” once more whispers, features flushed and sight downturned.
Malaphin pulls back with a faint grin, cleaning their face of the eager mess. "Don't come too fast now," he teases, freeing mouth from the pull of coils. "You wanted to let this last, right?" Purrs as they move into a lean, hovering over his partner's flushed features as claws hone into the grasp of coils.
Warren begs himself down against the thrusting fingers, breathing quivers as they spread inside him. "As long as I can," he grins, shifting to the palm, "might as well blow you now," he laughs, knuckles pressing at the covers, "before we get deep into the bone zone."
A kiss to temple, "alright. Where do you want me?"
Warren grins, legs pulling the chimera. "There's room for the both of us here on the bed," he motions to his side. "Just take a seat."
“Haven’t even decided shape and girth yet,” chuckles, yet Mal still takes their place to the side, undoing the buckle that holds pants at waist.
Warren elbows himself from the bed, “how about something chunky - a big fat dick with a knot to match,” and curls himself to kneel upon the floor, between the chimera’s legs as his arms remain bound at his back. Letting himself rest at the pant-suit thigh as the belt is tossed aside, he sighs, “well, something like that once I’m on top of you - don’t think I can fit something that big in my mouth,” he laughs, watching as the petal folds that protect the chimera’s body opens beneath the zipper draw, baring the golden sack against the front before claws guide the girth fully free.
Base to flared tip, it twitches between them. “How about this?” Malaphin purrs.
Sitting firm, the flush drawn over the ossisgari’s features burns; “fuck,” is all he mouths as he eases forth. A hand holds against his cheek, a clawed thumb catches at his teeth before he opens wide. Charcoal tongue curls around the digit as it holds to the side, mouthing against the grip as his own needing loins are drawn to close, restricting to keep eager fluids within as his breath dances over the golden girth.
Lip catching against foreskin, he kisses the glance of glans as the guiding hand pulls back into his hair, brushing it aside as another palm holds the rising girth in place. “It’s good,” whispers as lips glide over the soft muscle flex, smiling as mouth meets the zipper base - and takes the zipper between his teeth, pulling it down complete to let the hefty sack heave against the fabric. A praise is made as he breathes against the underside, lips grazing against the golden tone on the journey back up to the flare. “Can’t wait to be around it,” smirks, “well, sat around it.” He corrects and moves to take Malaphin into his mouth.
Directed by hand, the member pressures against his tongue as he just briefly gags, letting the girth slip from his lips before the chimera guides him once again. Hand against cheek, he tries once more to work himself around the broad head, pressuring it against his gag reflex before his vents begin to make the compensation – redirecting his inhales as the glans pushes against the back of his throat.
Tears beading at the brim of his sight, Warren’s hair is taken into hand, brushed aside as Warren tempers the thrusts as claws hold him inline. Fingers against jaw, it eases against his throat ever so carefully.
A sighing groan breathes as the sweet taste that makes the organs self-lubrication within his mouth, pulling back and encouraging saliva drips as Warren gasps, his throat flexed. Claw graze the drool back around the firming erection, encouraging a kiss to foreskin once more. A shift is made, an adjustment, and Warren takes around the chimera once more – drawing Malaphin to rumble as hips shift to meet the thrust of skull. “Divi,” claws dig into hair, knuckles curling as Warren continues to work. “Yeah, take it,” smirks.
Resting back, saliva drapes between a smile and the foreskin folds. “Like putting it in my throat, huh,” the ossisgari purrs, taunting as he pulls away from the grip of claws that entangles his hair. Mouth returning beneath the base of the flare, he kisses around the folds of the sensitive head. Sight glancing closed, Warren exhales around the tempting girth; aware of the echo of a knot sitting ever so temptingly at the base.
“You’re so good at it,” purrs, guiding back towards the flex – and Warren takes around it again, gagging before his vents compensation, feeling his throat faintly ache. A purr rolls through their implant connection as Malaphin watches the ossisgari around him, a hand held against hair as the mouth works ever so easily. Entangling between them lies a planning of motions; of whispers of mouth against throat, of pilfering and pressure within the other as they lie rut with sweat and adrenaline. It courses through the implant connection as Warren leans up around the erection, breathing around it as hands drift down towards his cheeks.
Gasping, he eventually pulls away from Malaphin, leaning into the palms that guide him upwards against the chimera. Their mouths meet once again.
Legs over another, Warren straddles the chimera with a huff, sitting against the smooth scale stomach as claws pull beneath his fluttering tail.
Connective whispers pull between them as hands roam over the rifted thighs that pull against forearms and palms, guiding them upwards and back - to pry against his rear as his arms remain tied, restricted as his body opens against Malaphin’s stomach. “Going to keep the pants on?” asks, whispered as fingers press against his ass, taunting as the erection perks at the base of his tail.
“Well don’t got much of a choice with you on me,” the chimera laughs, and pulls Warren against their stomach, erection twitching against the gentle flutter of the tether tail.
With a smirk, Warren leans over. “Where’s the fun in that if it gets dirty, can always clean it off,” he presses himself against the gentle split of the chimera’s body, warm against his tender coils. “You can take them off in a bit, can you hold onto your shape for that long?” Desire drags against his nerves as he continues to grind against the adaptive groin, eager as he eases himself back against the warmth of a knot that presses against his rear. Not there - not just yet, his nerves blare as his hands twist in the binds.
“Not completely certain,” Malaphin purrs, massaging the thighs as the rift tethers release their forearms, watching as the coils drag against stomach and downwards. “But, after a nut I’ll need to, can tell you’re having a hard time holding it together.” A tease; but the chimera is right as the tethers draw themselves back against skin, directing thighs over others before the erection fully perks against the wanton white coils and lies pressured between their bodies. “Fuck, Divi,” bubbles through teeth, elbowing back as the ossisgari rubs against the girth, coils holding it firmly against the gentle form of a retained arousal.
“Like that, don’t you?” Warren growls, rutting against the girth as the tethers find their place back within his thighs, collecting once more before he finally sits back, looking down to the drafting features of the chimera. “Line me up, will you,” sighs, face stained with sweat as his temperature continues to simmer within his stomach and loins.
The faint of a smirk dances across the chimera’s mixing features, “needy tonight.” And as Warren rises himself to a near kneel, they angle themself to the gapping coils, the ones that take a firm hold as their bodies finally meet in total. Where a pressure passes through one to the other, where the firm coil grip presses the girth to fit as their breathing hitches.
Claws held against thigh rifts, Malaphin can only watch as Warren begins to work himself to fit the massive girth into his body; the drake’s own erection beginning to perk with each swelling moment as the pressure pushes it from the retaining sheath. “Mal,” whimpers between lips as he finds rest around the swollen knot, the grip of white coils holding themselves wide to grant the chimera view of their meeting bodies as coils grip against the remaining length. “Fuck. Make it bigger,” he quivers, teeth biting against lip as his pelvis aches.
“You sure?”
“Yes,” Warren breathes, rocking himself around the erection held inside him, his own aches against the chimera’s stomach and drips with shared fluids. “I want to be left shaking,” he smiles, barely rising himself up to mock a thrust – held in place before his body releases a partial – and drops down around it. The chimera’s grip at his thighs hold him firm as he leans down, hands wringing behind his back. “Want to see how much more of you I can take,” sighs as his tail lashes.
And a quick inhale is made as the size shifts inside him, as the girth pressures against his walls even more to teeter him on the edge of being too much to handle!
But again, as he rises and drops himself around it, he takes it. Begging himself down around the swell as claws take his face, guiding him down into a gentle kiss.
Between them, as their lips meet, his body shudders. Trembling and groaning as mouths meet, the knot slowly taken past the grip of coils. Pressure around Malaphin draws the chimera to shudder, for claws to find aggressive grip from thighs to against rolling hips, reaching back to spread over ass. It’s not yet enough to bring them to throes, to beg for motions that are just so eagerly made by the ossisgari as his nerves remain swarmed, overblown by the pressure that transfers from walls to twitching erection.
“Malik,” he whimpers, trembles made as his hips pivot, sitting back as his body drives around the erection before pulling himself up, restraining, angling, pushing himself back around the stern knot before it becomes encompassed in warmth once more. “Mhn, Aurum,” sighs from lips as he rolls another slow buck, watching down with half-lid sight as clawed hands pull back around his hips, one anchoring at his lapsed erection. A thumb pressing the underside glans.
“Oh, starstruck,” the chimera whispers as they fist around the glowing girth, lying back, watching as Warren begs around their girth. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful in this light, Divi,” sighs.
Backlit by the evening Martian skyline projection, the room remains dark as they continue their rut, rubbing body to body as their breathing begins to pervade the conversation. Where the ache of desire directs their actions as thighs are drawn to quiver, nerves overblown as the warmth presses well against anxious walls as the mess spreads between their bodies.
It’s an ease that welcomes them to each other, heads resting together as Warren’s hands grip behind his back, prying against the rope as he so eagerly guides himself to his own savory end, ready to become undone as he pressures around Malaphin and into the thrusting grip. “Aurum, Mal,” quivers as sight resigns to orbiting half-laid black, staring down over the shadowed chimera beneath him. Pressure draws up his spine as once more he draws himself away from the filling sensation, dropping himself around again as his hips struggle into buckles. His lip quivering into thrusts as his legs hold over thighs tight, giving himself into the palm around his own girth. “Mal.” Pants.
Beneath, the chimera purrs, kneading the tender glans between forefinger and thumb. “Diviyoni,” rumbles through their throat, hummed with a vocal echo, staring upwards as their opposing palm holds against Warren’s clenching stomach. Supporting his overt lean. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful, my prince of Mars.”
Leaning down, trembling, teeth gnash. Breathing huffs as he squeezes the erection inside him, the coils gripping dangerously tight, holding it within as he begins to falter. Steam wisps from vent and teeth. Undeterred.
Fussing.
Wanting.
He buckles, shoulders straining. “Malik,” groans, legs squeezing tight.
Struggling to stay upright.
Arms yanking back suddenly, Warren’s wings tear through the binding ropes as he leans back against his calves, allowing his wings to halo around him in the low light of the bedroom. A brilliant bloom that brings him towards the buckle of relieve, shuddering around Malaphin as his senses drive him to thrust past his peak. “Fu-ck!” he croaks, whimpering as his sight bathes in stark contrasts.
Grinding, pulling himself back down and around the chimera in earnest effort. His cum paints Malaphin’s stomach as muscles draw tight around the tense girth.
“Hmph,” Warren huffs through his vents. Straining to remain stable, pulling a hand through his hair as he rides over the final crests of his orgasm, wings stretching behind him as his body contracts.
Wings weary, they hang and sway as his roll continue to pervade – watching as the chimera’s features flex within the shadows. A lapse in concentration as quadrant furls with attempting restraint as claws dig into Warren’s rifted thighs.
They plead against his skin, a hiss breathing through the chimera’s teeth – and Warren can feel the sudden pin as his rolls are forced still – warmth filling his gut.
He keeps the gentle motions as the claws become lax, rocking around the erect twitches that fills him with sticky white. "Really enjoyed the view, didn't you?" He smirks, leaning himself forth against the chimera as his wings slouch around them - their exhaustion resides announced as the edges remain in a drift of their unique distinction, barbs divided.
Their positions remain as they rest within their post-orgasm twitches, bare to the other as the mess between them sits a mingle of excitement and orgasmic fluids.
"You owe me pants," Malaphin sighs as they sit upwards, hands prying up the drake’s sides as they meet into a gentle kiss.
Warren smirks as their mouths drift apart, his sight returned to the gentle blue. "Was it my wings that did you in?" Smirks, resting up against the chimera as the city lights display behind him.
A silent pause, "perhaps." And it eases to a kiss. "Can I get up, so I don't have to worry about my pants?"
"Going to clean your stomach while you’re at it?" Smirks… but Warren complies, shifting himself to sit as his coils collect their eager mess, shuttling it inside him with a sigh as he rests against the bed.
"I'll get a rag," Malaphin rises to discard of his pants formally with a sigh.
Warren watches as the chimera departs as he lies to his side, resting chin within palm as his body shifts to his discretion. While the perk of his erection remains, the draw of coils bolsters his girth, drafting him to hang well sized as further below the grasp of coils that once made his labia shift to a prominent sac. And, inside him, he can feel the shift in his guts, where his combustion organs process the material and ease him to exhale a pleasant sigh.
Fuck, he pulls a hand through his hair, eyes slipping closed as it reinvigorates his emotional drive. He still wants so much more - partly from the elixir, he believes.
A towel smacks him in the face, disrupting his intoxicated daydreaming.
“Lay this down before we make a mess,” the chimera smirks from the other side of the bed completely bare, setting down a pair of hand towels to clean any of their future mess. “Want to keep riding, or should I take over?” He kneels against the bed, watching as the ossisgari sets the towel between them.
“I’m set for another round,” huffs from vents as Warren moves to a partial sit, welcoming the chimera into a kiss as they move to sit upon the towel.
As he crawls over atop of Malaphin, claws wander to hips in anticipation. “Feeling well enough to take it up the ass?” A firm, honest question; palms spread over the drift of the tether tail.
Hands push the chimera down against the bed as rifted thighs straddle those furred and embossed with stone - Warren’s mouth curls into a simmering ‘yes’. And eases further upwards as claws begin to guide him, towards the echoed smirk made of teeth and golden tendrils.
“Allow me then, to make sure it’ll be comfortable,” rises into a purr as Warren shifts to press his flaccidity towards the tangle of gold.
“Kiss me while you’re at it,” the drake grins, sight half-lid as a hand takes grip of the chimera’s horns, watching as the slick golden wraps around his stark white.
There’s a hum as they wrap, a sighing hitch as the sensitive glans is taken inwards to saturating warmth as his wings knuckle support down against the covers. A hand splays around copper-tone horns, another pushed against the bed; the hands behind the ossisgari collect lubricant from the chimera’s loins, spreading it beneath the arch of his tail as he rocks against the driving mouth. But just gently as he shifts to meet the spread of claws, towards the draw against his rear as they press for cautious entry.
It makes him shift to find comfort, as he keep his preoccupation on the rumbling breaths that meet his twitches, where the coiling flicker remarks a reward as he begins to take the slicken touches. “Mal,” shivers as they trace beneath his fibrous tail, coaxing back for entry as golden curls around the crown of the glans. A flickering draws his attention as pressure returns to his body, as the knuckle of wing-joints press firm against the bed.
It bathes the chimera’s features in the resounding light, aglow by erection and the filament of wings that surrounds them; an aura that’s hard to turn away as Warren shifts for more of the tendril adoration, welcoming himself back to the grips that press beneath his tail. “Think that’s good enough to start?” Warren huffs as he tries to push hair from his face, letting it linger as he glances back to where his fibrous tail drapes over the chimera’s torso.
A shift is made so the ossisgari’s erection rests against the side of lips, head leaning upwards to press against the crest that meets shaft to sack. “It’s enough to start,” chuckles lightly, claws kneading against skin. “Want to work onto it gently? I can shift it down so it’s easier to take.”
Warren leans over the chimera, the knuckles of his wings assisting him to move back from where he resided. “We can try as is,” sighs as their limbs shift, where from beneath his legs arms are pulled back over so claws can rest over his rifts. A smile dances over his face; his sight barely glinting with alchemical fog that drifts black over his sclera. “But I do want to try larger,” and wisps of steam seep between his teeth - unnoticed in the low light and the brilliance of his wings and vents.
Claws divide over the rifts in the ossisgari’s thigh; reassuring with a deep resounding rumble, “of course; want to feel me filling you up.”
A hand pressed against the folds that mark the chimera’s chest, Warren leans against them. “As always, Aurum.” And, as the joints of his wings spread against the bed, he kneels to give room for a hand to aim the golden upwards, anticipating as he waits to receive a nod and another reassuring squeeze at his thigh… and he begins to lower himself, angling his ass towards the prod.
It’s made gentle as he eases himself down against the flare, biting his lip as the glans catches against him before the full size presses his body. To which he rolls as the self-lubrication spreads against him, pushing himself up to fully upright as his hands hold over his rifted thighs - one catching grip of claws before they make a full hold.
Shifting hips, the press of fingers - a gasp catches in his throat as the glans pushes itself inside him, tempting him for the remaining sloped girth that is still held in place by hand. Carefully, as Warren rocks against the chimera it begins to ease into him completely - drawing small sounds to break between his teeth and hush from the sigh of his vents. Backwards his head arches, pressing down into full as their hands meet over his thighs, fingers entangling as his legs squeeze against hips.
“Mal,” drips between breaths as their bodies press - the only separation a hint of a knot. Glancing down, his sight aswirl with the latent black tone, “pump it up,” his mouth presses into a snarl.
Malaphin remains reclined as they indulge in the warmth around them, the pressure that holds him tight as the coils enrapture their palms. A full body sigh rolls through the folds that makes their form - from head through stomach the sections split from their torso, blooming the golden glow within for a moment with a simmering purr. “Ready?” A hand drifts to hold at Warren’s hip; the ossisgari’s grip moves to wrist.
Warren nods, struggling to keep his hips at bay.
“Alright,” the chimera breathes, shifting hips as their attention turns down past the twitch of Warren’s erection. “Here we go; only going to be the girth.”
A shudder; a gentle quiver of lips as the drake hitches against the pressure. “More.”
Malaphin complies, bolstering his erection to grow within Warren’s body, easing it forth even as the man above him shivers; as the wings around them grip to sheets and feet pry against their calves that hang off the side of the bed. A grip informs him of the limit - and Warren gasps above, eyes pressured shut and mouth screwed into a snarl. Even a gentle shift down doesn’t dissuade it - as hips strike a thrust and pivots concentration to pleasure.
“Malik,” Warren whimpers, a hand pushing against stomach as he tries to keep his place. “Mhn,” his lip trembles, thighs quivering as he tenders a thrust - dripping with anticipating pre. “Not, not even around your knot yet,” he huffs, staring downwards as he eagerly rides the chimera.
A lash of coils directs a golden trace smile; claws dig against thighs as their bodies move in a cadence rhythm. “Can make it bigger if you want,” they tease, patting a rifted thigh.
A laugh, “given there's still your knot - once that’s in, don’t think you’ll need to.” Flinching as the mass finds it's inner path within his stomach, shifting him into a filling sigh.
“Want to just be like this, for a bit?” Malaphin purrs, taking a hand to the glowing erection.
“Yeah,” Warren breathes, edging himself towards the touches, “just… enjoy being like this before we fuck up the bed.” Laughs as steam continues to seep from his body, gentle wisps that remain unnoticed even as Malaphin watches him with enamored intent.
Rocking, indulging, the city lights remain passive beyond the gaze of their bedroom window - where the spread of glowing wings is held redacted past the comforting barrier that grants them the freedom of intimacy.
Where the slow temperate growls that roll through Warren are dampened to nothing beyond the walls of their condo, where the gentle wavers of his wings are unremarked even as their glow bathes the room with ever present light. Hands press against skin as they watch the other, soaking in the touches and sounds, welcoming themselves to the intertwine of their implant senses as one sensation becomes the other - both penetrated, both penetrating, both at the mercy as the touch around erection becomes made of two.
Warren rolls into the pairing hands as he presses against the pervading knot; even as his body quivers for restraint. He wants it. He wants to be completely taken by the chimera once again as once more he pushes himself against the taunting knot. And for more he continues to rock as the chimera groans beneath him, gentle in his thrusts towards the hands that continue to stroke.
“Divi,” Malaphin’s body ripples as they breathe; their bodies press. “Easy…”
Once more, their bodies press.
Teeth gnash, breathing huffing; it begins to take.
“Mal,” whimpers, “this fucking knot, I almost –”
And Warren shudders; the knot begins pressuring into his body, pelvis hitching as his breath catches in his throat - eventually heaving through his teeth as steam. His knuckles press against the chimera’s stomach, trying to find stability, straining to keep himself under control. His feet bury themselves beneath Malaphin’s knees, anchoring himself in place around as the knot slowly finds its way.
“Oh, Starstruck,” sighs as claws grip around trembling thighs, holding them firm as they begin to cascade into wanton rolls beneath them. Muscular twitches remain grounded by the knot as their bodies became drawn to desire, where the glide of clashing hips meet their breathing tempos. It’s an ache that carries between them as Warren’s palms are held pressed against Malaphin’s ribs, yanking the chimera into the duel of sensations as their claws plead against the buckling thighs for more, for fulfillment as Warren dominates around them.
Gasps hitches as the arms continue to press, fingers prying as between them Warren’s erection begs for attention, abandoned by the grip of claws as their hips continue to clash. Where the glisten of dripping pre catches in the light forgotten as Warren’s concentration resigns to the nerves beneath the lashes of his coiling tail, gripping around the chimera’s thigh as wings press against the sheets. Jaw dropping, hips buckling around the fill that pins him into place, his voice quivers, “Malik,” his breathing halves, hitching within his throat as he continues to rock, to grind himself around the deep pressing knot. “Fuck,” he groans, eyes faltering open as his sight flickers to where he presses against the chimera’s stomach - his sight completely saturated with orbiting black.
Hands gripping; they dig against the chimera’s sides, leaning himself forth as he continues to rock - wings pulling to flex into full expression behind him. They splay into full as he continues to buck, “mm, fuck, hoh, that’s a fucking fit,” rolls as he rises his chin away, exposing his throat to the chimera beneath him.
His erection continues to beg for contact as it ruts against Malaphin’s stomach, abandoned as their hands remain contained for gripping stability. The bright white glows in the low light as the carpals press back against the bed around them, knuckling as the drake’s mind chases desire and discards self-control. For more, to go faster, his mind races as his features twist; need and relief dripping from his throat in proclaims and shuddering sounds as his sight presses tight, palms pressing at Malaphin’s ribs.
“Divi,” growls between teeth, and between them at Malaphin’s stomach Warren finds reprieve.
Oxidizing wraps of prehensile flesh folds around the aching erection – and the moment is met with a whimper groan, a verbal submission as the mild golden glow cradles open for the indulgence of trembling need as claws dig against skin. Pleading them forth against another, the brilliant wings continue their thrust-made beat, where the bioluminescence bathes the room with stark light. Framing Warren against the dark window behind him as their distance remains held, wings flaring to their full span as Warren tries to pause, to let his view sink in before ultimately faltering into quivers,
Tethers twitch around the claws as Warren tries to hold still, soaking in the chimera beneath him, watching over the prehensile abdominal muscles that pull around his needing erection. Petting it, stroking it, drawing muscles to contract through his pelvic floor. “Mal,” whispers. Knuckles turning white.
And he ultimately buckles, pulling himself down into a coil as he yearns and bucks.
Arms pull around Malaphin's chest, his head pressing into shoulder as wings crawl up the bed around them to find stability against their bedroom wall – it braces them as his hips begin to snap. Hitching thrusts draw him to breath muffled through gasps and guttural growls against the chimera. A hand pulls through his hair as kisses of tendrils snake against his jaw as temperate heat steams through his body vents, bleeding heat against the chimera as he thoroughly ruts, pressing himself against the warm cavity that holds his erection as magmatic heat continues to simmer across his skin. “Mal-!” growls, hands trying to find contact, pulling up around shoulders as he rolls to another end.
Wings retract from the wall, knuckling against the bed.
And the kiss of teeth breathes against his throat as he shatters into another whimpering orgasm, where his fingers ball against the stones that line the chimera’s back as he holds onto dear life as he becomes undone. Steam huffs as his hips snap, burying his face into the chimera’s shoulder as the warm comfort that cushions his erection cradles his finish tempted with amorous proclaims - his body continues to ache.
Motions drawn senseless as the final hitches of his hips announce he’s spent, emptied as his muscles continue to twitch. "Fuck," he whines, forehead pressing firm, "holy fuck," his voice trembles. "Malik, fuh-fuck." Hard pressed for words.
Malaphin presses a kiss, gentle as their hips roll Warren to rise and fall. "You good?" Whispers as claws rest beneath shoulders - as close they can embrace as wings press against the bed.
"Just… give me a moment," Warren groans, his sight adverted towards the wrap around his spent member. "Didn't...know you could do that."
"Figured you wanted to buck against something warm, and not scaled," the chimera purrs, "guess that did the trick."
Warren faints a laugh, "that and your knot."
A snort returns the sentiment. "How're your legs?" A glance is made to them, claws drifting to press at the twitching tether shakes. "Think you still have the energy? Can see you're steaming." Attention drawn by the clear wisps that are made with each shuddering breath, as the white-hot burn barely settles even as their immunities want to retract.
“They’re shaking, that’s how they are,” Warren’s breathing heaves, a hand pushing against the chimera’s stomach. “But, fuck, I still want more.” A look is made to the towel beneath them, “is it the inflammable one?” Well aware of the heat within his skin.
“I think it is,” Malaphin swallows, retracting the glance of tendrils behind teeth as they catch sight of Warren’s eyes. “You’re in fog.” Sclera resigned dark in alchemical fog, pupils turned into blazing white.
“Doesn’t matter,” sighs as the wings pull back from their anxious knuckling, hip rolling for a tease. “Think I pulled you out of the connection, you’re still hard as a rock.”
Malaphin snorts, giving a gentle pat on Warren’s thigh. “You took it like a champ,” teases with a purr.
A hum rolls through Warren as he shifts his position; a pop sounds between them. “Let’s switch places; I want you to go at me hard.” Already sized up to take once again.
“Only if you don’t overheat,” Malaphin’s cadence is light, but concerned as they sit up, guiding Warren to a sharing kiss.
Once the tender tendrils depart Warren eases himself off, pulling himself close as he watches Malaphin shift into a lean against the side of the bed before taking his place upon the towel. His legs continue the occasional trembles as he sets them on either side of the furred thighs, his feet drawing them close as claws lean Malaphin above him - where it precedes another kiss, meeting as Warren pulls Malaphin close.
It’s his own hand that redirects the chimera inside him with a sigh, lying back as claws settle against his hips as his legs drape aside the flicker of a copper tail - his own fibrous wraps, holstering them close as their bodies press once more. “Easy,” whispers as the chimera lines up, pressuring into Warren and letting the knot ease.
A soft smile dances across the ossisgari’s face, his hands pulling back to interlock behind his head. “Go as hard as you want, honey,” drawls with a grin as sweat sticks his skin, his wings knuckling back against the bed as his legs are shoved forward, angling him upwards into a press. “Break my pelvis, if you need to,” laughs through bated breath, steaming between teeth with a gasp aglow, “fuck me up, please,” he resigns saturated with alchemical fog as his legs are pushed against his stomach. Bared completely for the chimera, vulnerable as Malaphin leans over him.
There’s a tender chuckle, and they pull so Warren’s hips to rest against the edge of the bed. “Won’t go that far, but I’ll do my best to leave you breathless, star,” the chimera’s voice rumbles as they pin Warren against the sheets, pushing upwards to meet them in a kiss. A hand balls against the chimera’s neck, fingers yielding as their bodies find rest against the other.
It’s a moment drawn quiet as tendrils slide from the saliva-laden mouth, retracting beneath the furl of quadrant features. “Ready?”
Fingers balling into the sheets, Warren looks down himself and the chimera. “Yes,” he swallows.
Claws held beneath bent knees, Malaphin pushes firmly down against the bed.
A slow breath eases through the chimera’s form as their hips make a steady pace, where seconds are remarked in the passage of time of their breaths. Down; a press; it's held for a moment before drawn back, held half buried before returning to the grip of warmth in an easing breath. Back to forth, the sounds of their motions take center stage as Warren is forced still, hands pleading against the sheets as his wings curl to press. Inwards, a gentle pause to inhale, and a retraction makes the exhale as Malaphin remains careful - tender as they take stock of Warren’s alchemical choir.
Dark sight lapsing closed, Warren exhales.
“Want me to talk you though?” purrs as Malaphin leans back over him, pressuring to meet in full, the knot locked out by muscular restraint.
Sight still holstered and clouding black, Warren whispers, “please, do.”
“Okay,” Rolls through the chimera’s body as their form fissures, adjusting to keep their pressing comfort as they watch exhausting breaths. “I’m going to keep the pace steady, okay?” It purrs as the knot tries against muscle, “we’ll work it back in carefully, nice and easy.” Arching back, they press against the tender restraint as above they watch the flush of emotions, as arms are pulled over Warren’s face where teeth bite lip. Just enough to draw the main girth gently free, space given to hearty thrusts as knot presses against hole. “Doesn’t that feel good, my prince?”
“Hmn,” Warren huffs as he holds around one of his legs, holding himself open for the returning pressure.
Hands beneath knees, claws gentle in their holds, the chimera exhales as another press is made. Counting before it relieves. “Easy now,” chuckles as Warren shifts towards the taunting knot, “don’t want to take it all at once. You’re around the top now, at least,” and pulls back with a smile. Again, the gentle thrust is made, a hand reaching down against body to coax muscle around the penetration. Tender.
“Malik,” whispers as Warren aches himself down around the pervading knot. His hands ball up around him, stretching out as claws hold him in place. Pressing his body down against the sheets as he yearns for the continuing pressure for his giving body. “Fuck, I want it.”
“I know,” the chimera breathes, pushing again. “But you’ve almost got it,” rumbles as their breathing shares space, counting gentle and slow as their motions fall into place. “How’re you feeling?” Hand back down to body, a gentle press to themselves to meet as space breathes between.
“Fuck,” Warren grunts, hands searching for something to grab, balling against the sheets before one wraps around his leg once again. His other lapses to the chimera’s side, foot knuckling them close. “I want it in me, I’m fine, aside from that,” steam breathes. "I want to feel you deep inside me, Aurum."
Pulling back, Malaphin pets the worn muscle. Tending it to relax as again they move, “I know, just hold on,” purrs as once more, hips aligned, presses upwards and against. Claws grip over hips as Warren strains to take it, gasping beneath him, fingers curling into sheets. Lip quiver as again it starts to take – mouth lying to gape open pants. “Almost there,” coos as they draw back, a moment held to breath before moving again.
“Oh fuck,” cracks, Warren reaching to claws as it presses, body yields, and cataclysmically works itself inside..
“There we go; isn’t that nice?” drafts a chuckle as a quiver rolls through Warren.
His hands fuss up into his hair, knees digging.
“You’re around it now… do you want it to be bigger?” Claws hold beneath knees, holding him open as Warren’s hands quest down to himself; a hand held around erection.
Hips pulling back, the knot holds partly enveloped with a sigh. The petal folds stroke slick with passionate lubrication between them. “Please,” Warren begs. His arms pull up backwards as he looks down between his legs, temperately flushed as his erection twitches with his body's grip.
Sight flickers between them; Malaphin understands.
A hand diverts from just holding a leg aside, pulling back and around, heaving it to chest before fingers dance down the sweat slicken thigh. “Just, don’t kick me, alright,” marks a gentle tease as claws draw around the glowing white, stroking a quiver from the ossisgari. “I’ll try and keep the pace, but no promises,” rumbles as beads of pre already are spread by the strokes. “I’m going to shift up – just tell me when you want it to stop,” their knot still holds inside.
Warren nods; yet his mouth remains screwed with grit teeth and an anxious pant.
Adjusting, Malaphin looks down to where they meet – nudging a slow increase of their diameter, listening and glancing upwards towards the gentle creaks that draw themselves between gasps.
But a grip cuts the intention short as Warren presses back – completing around as a hand gripping at the bed as the other pulls around their jerking fist. Legs screw themselves against them as Warren’s body holds tight around the enormous sensation, whimpering and sighs. “Malik,” Warren gasps breathless as he tries to pull Malaphin against him, a leg pulling to complete hips to his own. “Fuck, Aurum. Bigger,” his voice is tense – struggling to stay in place as he remains pinned by the chimera’s body.
“Easy,” Malaphin whispers as they take the combative wrist, hips hitching, he strains to keep themself in control as Warren continues to worm around his erection. “Relax, relax, I’ve got you,” he leans over – and hands pull around shoulders, yanking close as ankles knuckle against spine.
“Please,” Warren whimpers, a hand fighting down to his erection, “Oh fuck, please, Mal. Fuck me, please, I want all of it,” the hands fight back against the sheets, yanking them as the dark sight shudders half-lid and stuck with frustrated and passionate tears. “Oh fuck, I love you, but pleasepleasepleaseplease,” drawls into whimpers, back arching for more.
“Okay,” a hint of panic resigns in the chimera’s voice - it’ll have to wait until they’re done.
Legs still enwrapping thighs, pinning them into totality, it gives Malaphin room to tend to the glowing erection – dawning his thrusts into an easy tempo as he thumbs over the drake’s length. The strokes turn in sequence of the thrusts increase in their vigor, dissolving into a clash of bodies announced with their breaths and amorous groans. And, eventually, as it becomes too much to concentrate, too much to compose, Malaphin’s grip turns back to hips, claws digging against skin as again and again the knot finds its way inside – a resurging of pressure that begins to draw Warren near hoarse as his legs quiver, ankles trying to lock over tail.
He grips against the chimera, eye struck shut as drool drips across cheek and chin, begging himself around the filling pressures as the weight knocks between his thighs, rocking him with every resound as the chimera grunts above.
Thoughts scrambled, their mess sits unacknowledged as their bodies unload into the depths of desire; where a hand does eventually find ground around the hammering pulse, stroking firm while ignoring the heat that surrounds Warren’s form. Warmth presses between their thighs, upwards and around white glow balls and erection as the golden tissue wraps around him, the hand departing to hold fierce. Housing close, they stroke him away from yanking himself over the edge as Warren’s hands dig into the fabric, unaccompanied as his body buckles and rolls over the sheets.
Claws shove wrists down against the bed; his own curl and dig into the sheets.
Beneath him, the towel tempts to burn; where the fight of knuckling wings press inward burns as heat seeps from the fibrous barbs.
“MALIK!” bellows as he starts to become undone, squirming under the draw of cascading waves, sight pressing tight as he arches hard around the erection and knot, towards the slicken holds that pet his erection and balls. “MAL! FUCK!” screams into a draconic snarl, depositing into a snapping gasp as teeth gnash, faltering into thigh squeezes. His wings paw against the chimera, pleading as he falters – white painting over his thigh and the chimera’s flesh-fold stomach.
And it doesn’t dissuade as Malaphin begins their own fulfilling heave, stomach folds dropping the aftereffect orgasmic twitches. They pull to embrace as restraint begins to fray, thrusting hard as teeth held over Warren’s throat, tasting the gasps and orgasmic wheezes. Roaming towards the half gasps and open pants, teeth pressing firm to throat and jaw as they shudder temple to temple. Arms pull around the splaying of backplates – lacerated in the sudden adrenaline rush, decorating white as Malaphin can hear their hearts beat as one as their hands grip against the other.
Snapping. Clashing.
Claws draw blood as they’re driven into uneven sighing yells as again their hearts hammer throughout their bodies – thrusts pressing deep, pilfering any final restraint as they come undone as one – features pleading down against another as a heavy load pressures inside Warren’s gut.
Gasping; pleading… prying.
White paints stomach – slugged into another orgasm, erection twitching exhausted between them.
Uncoordinated hands fail to keep hold over the quadrants and linger down over shoulders – dancing white blood over skin as they begin to come down – agape within their shared space.
After effect thrusts are held with a careless restraint where pulsations match – erections well spent.
Warren lies limp against the bed – legs shaking as the only thing holding them in place are the lazy cross, his arms failing to keep hold by fatigue and spreading blood. “Fuck,” is all his fogging thoughts can make out. Fingers try to find focus.
Struggling to remain conscious.
Malaphin floats in blissful retreat as they cuddle against Warren’s body, afloat in the afterglow as their palms graze over the welting scratches. The following motions are gentle as their bodies find for the other, hands gliding back to the trembling legs that have since unlocked, hanging and screwing against their sides. “Divi,” whispers between teeth, tendril tongues kissing neck and the sighs of throat vents, “you alright?”
There is a pause… enough to draw concern as the chimera moves into a careful lean.
“Yeah,” whispers, attempting as the wings are drawn lax, retreating to lie against the bed exhausted. “Another round, please,” shivers.
Malaphin stares down at the exhausted expression; the shattering of frustrated tears, the stains of sweat that sticks hair against the other, the burn marks that lies around where Warren’s arms and wings have touched outside of the spellbound towel.
They were concerned about something like this; the elixir.
Drawing back into a more forward lean and into a stand, Malaphin is careful as they draw free from Warren. Even though it draws a whine from the ossisgari, his legs screwing up against the empty feeling, a towel presses up between thighs with a caring palm. It’s held there as Malaphin lies at Warren’s side, guiding the wing away as the folds of their chest begin to divide.
Teeth press against temple, arm moving away as the press of legs hold the towel in place. “Hold my heart, Divi,” breathes.
Within their chest, as the warm golden folds rest open, the connections that keep their stone heart in place draw lax, letting the shaking of palms hold it close as the chimera shifts upwards - to let it become held towards face as they hold Warren close.
Held there, the warmth of the heart’s pulsations ripple through their bodies as though it were one - dispelling the intoxication that continues to cloud Warren’s sight, drawing strung-out nerves into an easy calm as their breathing mellows out in time. Hands remain to cradle the heart as Warren withdraws his wings, letting them retract back into his spine as he turns to lie close to Malaphin’s resting form.
Cuddling, curling, their forms draw close as the heart is held to Warren’s chest - it's stone facade warm to the touch. Healing the white-trace scratches of his palms.
Bathing in the light of the glowing chest, Malaphin drags hair from Warren’s settling sight. “Feeling better?” he kisses temple, an arm cradling over to support.
There’s a dense pause; a silence welcomes as Warren pulls one arm around Malaphin’s waist. “Yeah… thanks, for pulling me out of the fog.” Traces of white blood follow his grip.
Gently, the stone heart retracts back into place within Malaphin’s chest, settling into the shift as they cradle against the other. “You were passing out,” breathes softly, held against as Malaphin holds mouth over the implant scar. “You… need to be careful with that potion.”
A full body sigh moves through Warren, arms pulling around the chimera. “Given how much I drank…” he grunts. An arm lies over his forehead.
“How much,” Malaphin groans, pulling Warren against him even as their bed still lies singed.
“Took a big swig…” Warren pulls a hand through his hair - still stressed with his sweat. “Guess it was too much… huh.”
“It disrupted your chains; let you fall into the fog faster.” Overtaken by desire.
A long groan presses in Warren’s chest, his hand pressing at his forehead. “Was that… me screaming.”
“Yes,” Malaphin sighs, moving to lean into a sit. “Just be glad you didn’t start rambling. Most vocal you’ve ever been beneath me.”
Hands press against Warren’s eyes… he wipes away the remains of his passion-struck tears.
Silence… awkward silence.
“Where’d you buy it from, Divi,” Malaphin whispers, taking stock of the burns that lie across their bed.
“I’ll have to check… but I’m fine, I promise,” Warren pulls the towel beneath him as he moves to sit; in need of a shower.
“Warren,” a serious tone… “if you overloaded… it's best to not try it again until we know what's in it.”
Overloaded… if he burned up right on the spot.
It twists a frown as Warren looks back, leaning to the chimera for a moment… “I’m sorry I worried you, Mal.” All too aware of holding the chimera’s body in his arms… the pain that twists in the moments before death, “I should’ve told you how much I drank; but fuck, it felt so good I didn’t want to stop.”
Malaphin pulls Warren into a hug, “I know, Divi,” presses against shoulder, “you were steaming earlier… if I knew it was the elixir doing that, I might’ve checked your channels, made sure you weren’t bleeding heat."
Warren’s features dawn to confusion, “didn’t… didn’t you feel it?” He takes note of the burns, “shit, did I burn you, are you alright?” a faint panic.
“No… no, you didn't. The only casualty is the bed," a glance is made to the marks, "I'll take care of it later." He looks over as Warren rests back against the bed, hands pulling over his face with a grunt. Leaning up on an elbow, he pats Warren's thigh. "Go ahead and take a shower, don't worry about it."
There takes a moment of thought, a space to ease breathing leveled as after effective tones still roll through over riddled senses. Features exhausted, an arm dropping lax against the bed - Warren tried to get up on his own. Elbow beneath body, leaning up as a hand braces behind his back; it only lasts for a moment as his legs still throb numbed, trembling still from the overblown orgasms. A deal of frustration forces again, barely able to get his feet to coordinate as he can't even sit comfortably with the towel caught between his thighs. Collapsing back against the bed, aggressively pulling a hand through his hair, it takes Malaphin to help him to his feet.
Leaning up against the chimera, Warren looks over his bloodied hands and the relaxing sigh of back plates struck with his latex blood. Malaphin hasn't noticed.
In spite of the traces of embarrassment, his weary and trembling legs, Warren takes it in stride as they make it to the bathroom, both stepping into the shower stall as Warren turns on the water. And he pulls Malaphin down atop him, pulling into a brief cuddle embrace as he finally lets his body rest against the tile. "Got blood on your back," smirks.
For the remainder of the night the bed lies abandoned, as they rest beneath the gentle downpour.
Warren regrets it.
Aggressive, he fumes the towel over his head again, working out the still clung moisture. Caught still in a messy mop, he continues to comb through it, dividing the threats of tangles as on one knee he looks through information sent to his inbox. The region details, the cretae system structure that lies beneath the south-end's industrial facilities. Hair tie in mouth, he looks back as the condo door opens - Malaphin.
"Got the phones?" He speaks through gritted teeth.
One lands on the cushion beside him.
"We'll be bunking in a dorm beneath dome 5a, cover as contract workers. Have a few we can talk to in specific once we arrive." Malaphin hands Warren a wrap, their quick morning breakfast. "Got the go ahead that we can drop features in private - the two we're going to room with are alchemia-inclined. So, there's at least that." Landing back on the couch.
"Good," Warren sighs, transferring his credentials to the phone. "We got names?"
“Avery and Callum”
Warren glances, “didn’t we just use those.”
Malaphin looks over – a distinct pause.
They had – over a year prior.
Looking back to his devices, the transfer between them completes and he tucks the phone in his pocket. Not much has changed since then, he exhales as a hand pulls through his hair trying to clear it of any remaining tangles. “I’ll be Callum this time,” last time, he took Avery… last time, Malaphin died.
Hands pulling to thinking pries, Malaphin sits up.
“Hesitant…?”
“I always am,” Warren sighs, adjusting his hair to sit settled over the implant scar, “especially with these cretae implants. Need to figure out a better charge method.” A small smile places over lips.
“No, I mean,” a pause, “last night, last year, and all that.”
“I’m fine,” lies. Their sheets discarded, trashed; the mattress might need to be tossed out. Unintentional heat venting and addled with an overheat as he sunk among alchemia fog. It could’ve gone so much worse. “Really, don’t worry about it.”
Words are hard to dissuade when the emotional tethers twist ever so tightly through the connection.
An inhale, Malaphin leans forward. “can you promise not to use it until we get it sampled?” Warren nods; ‘of course’ makes the mental conversation. “And my body… this body, just absorbs the heat, that won’t happen again, we can make sure of that.”
Warren sighs, “not until we can find that chimera.” Moving to collect their bag, he offers the chimera a hand – to help up to stand. “We can break it down later, if we still need to. I just, rather not remember what it’s like out there beyond the domes.” And, before he turns to their kitchen, is brought into a kiss. He sinks to it, arm wrapping around the chimera. “Come on, the train to the south-end leaves in half an hour.”
“Right,” the chimera sighs, arm slowly dropping away from waist. Warren pulls his jacket from the rack as he stands by the door, and Malaphin takes the bag instead over shoulder.
One final check around the condo, that they have everything they need. Warren keeps the keys, turning on the timed waterer in the side room as he leaves.
