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INEVITABLE SPOILERS WITHIN, LOOK UPON AT YOUR OWN RISK

in any case we can do like, game aus, or "exarch summoned your character from another fuckin dimension", or THERE'S A WEIRD TOWER MADE OF CRYSTAL HERE NOW, WTF, or maybe it's been there as long as anyone can remember, or,

look feel free to comment with a pitch or make me pick or just make a starter, we can do whatever

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[G'raha's legs part around Rean's waist without hesitation, his robe riding up scandalously. He's utterly unconcerned with how inappropriate this is-- not with how wrapped up he is in the give and take of it. he's focused enough on drinking deep of the tower's aether and funneling it to Rean that he really only snaps out of it at all when his hood slips down. he's left blinking in the glow of the tower for a few moments before his sense returns even a little.]

--Hold on-!

[he doesn't sound terribly convincing, voice husky with strain.]

[That's a very unspecific command and so Rean slips his arm around G'raha's waist, "holding on", and keeps licking his neck, nipping the flesh that isn't crystal, his other hand releasing G'raha's to slide up the line of his robe along his thigh.

He's an attractive voidsent, by nature that part of him is seductive and unrestrained.]

[g'raha shivers, breath catching, ears pinned back as his head spins. he keeps up the ebb and flow of aether, most of him still focused on that, but his tail frees itself from its usual tight coil around his waist and lashes in overstimulation.]

T. Tell me what you need...

I want you.

[He doesn't, strictly, need to fuck the Exarch so he can't just take what he needs as it were, but boy does he want to.

Well, if G'raha glanced earlier he did look to have a normal dick. Of course he doesn't right now but that fact is hidden by pants.

And he's lifting his head to nibble the Exarch's ears, his hand roaming higher under the robe to palm over his ass.]

[g'raha did not check out Rean's dick ok]

That's not the same.

[but that's not a no, either. his ears twitch under the attention. he's wearing shorts under the robe, tight ones, and they certainly aren't doing his ass a disservice. he jerks at the hand on his ass, knees pressing into Rean's sides as he reflexively tries to close his legs.]

Why?

[His hand keeps going, finding the base of that lashing tail and wrapping around it.

The cunning and inhuman part of him wants to flatter and seduce and fuck the living daylights out of G'raha, literally or figuratively, he's not picky. But aether filling him is letting some of his senses return albeit a bit distantly.]

Because... [I'm horny and you're hot isn't a great answer though.]

Mm... are you against it?

[He's letting his hand slide down G'raha's tail, tugging a little.]

I--

[he cuts off with a ragged hitch of breath, twisting, hiding his face against Rean's shoulder. the tail is a weak point for many miqote, but for someone as touch starved as g'raha... he doesn't stand a chance.]

[He tugs again, lightly, a hand on the small of G'raha's back steadying him.

As long as G'raha is too busy to protest he'll nip one of those cute ears again, tugging gently with his teeth. He's not sucking so much aether now.]

Please--

[his head would be clearing with the lesser pull on his aether, but the pull on his tail has him just a little bit out of his mind.]

Hm?

[His voice is low and seductive and right against the Exarch's ear, tugging again a little harder.]

Please, I need--

[and some considerate part of his mind tells him, make sure it's not an order. which gives him pause enough that he goes very still, trembling with the effort not to writhe.]

... Tell me what you need.

I want to fuck you.

[His voice is low and filled with all kinds of naked desire, pulling G'raha's ass down to grind the very firm buldge in his pants against him.]

Tell me what you need.

[he shudders, clutching at what clothes Rean managed to put on in the first place.]

I need-- I want- that.

[Well that's good enough for Rean to reach up, cup the Exarch's face, and drag him into a fiercely hungry kiss, his other hand pushing the robe up. More.]

[he kisses back as best he can, rusty to say the least, but also halfway out of his mind with lust. he's gorgeous under that robe-- well built in a way the cloth masks. he's also tugging the shirt right back down off Rean's shoulders.]

[He didn't need that shirt. Rean breaks the kiss to just pull the robe off of the Exarch, gaze raking over him admiringly. His hands roam, enjoying the changes between crystal abs soft flesh, shamelessly seeking every point that's a common erogenous zone. Nipples, neck, his thighs, tail, the dip of his spine.]

[he's overwhelmed enough that his tail has. puffed up. without the robe he's just in his shorts, and they do absolutely nothing to hide how hard he is, do very little to protect even his thighs from those touches. he's flushed all the way down his chest now, the heated skin contrasting sharply with cool aetheric crystal. he's... out of his fucking mind at this point, barely keeping up, squirming desperately in Rean's lap and just, clinging to him in a frantic bid not to be swept away.]

[Time to unceremoniously rip off those shorts. Removing them properly is too much effort and Rean hasn't got the patience for it. As soon as they're gone he's touching the Exarch's cock with one hand and sliding his fingers up between his ass cheeks with the other.]

[The Exarch yelps as his shorts are ripped off of him, that's a bit sudden and intense, but then, so is. All of this. He's tucking his face into Rean's shoulder again, kissing and nipping at the skin there, shivers trembling all the way up his tail. He's so hard he's practically dripping, so keyed up his entrance is twitching and clenching at the slightest brush of Rean's fingers.]

[Well at least it's obvious the Exarch is, eager. Rean grins against his hair and gathers some of that precome on his fingers, stroking his entrance and pressing in lightly, impatient to get on with it, but he's commanded not to harm so he must go at least at a reasonable pace.]

[it's been, uh. a while, to say the least, so he's tight, but he's at least not a virgin? probably? there have at the very least been fingers up there at some point, even if not recently. he's biting a little harsher at Rean's shoulder, tail lashing, trying not to tense up.]

[He's not painfully rough but he's not slow and gentle, stretching G'raha as quickly woth one then two fingers as he can. Humming a pleased noise at the bite.]

You're tight.

[It's exciting and frustrating, because he can't wait to be inside the man, really.]

[it's riling him up more, hearing that so bluntly.]

It's-- been a while.

[a long, long while. no wonder he's so easily overcome. sucking at the bite almost sulkily.]

[He laughs at the sulking, twisting his fingers a little cruelly inside G'raha. Not painful just stimulating. Honestly for all he lives in a place populated by demons it's not like he tries to get laid regularly, so he can't actually comment on it being a while. Not that anyone knows that but him.]

Guess you're pent up, huh? Or are are always this eager?

[G'raha jerks bodily, whining, shuddering around those fingers. And... opts not to give a verbal answer after that, instead continuing embarrassed nibbling, his tail lashing.]

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