PSL with Moon

[defendless]

[maybe moon hasn't been to this part of the world in the past couple thousand years, maybe he's just hidden his presence somehow

but he's been in the area for a couple of weeks when a wild-eyed young man bursts into-- wherever he is, regardless of defense levels, looking quite honestly mad. he's a mess, clothes damaged from a rough journey and who knows what all else, body at what would be a breaking point if he could break-- he hasn't slept or stopped running since he could feel moon. only homed in on that new, unfamiliar sensation of a dragon who isn't one of his brothers, is so much bigger.]

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[defendless]

[it takes him a few moments to process what is up, so strong is his immediate delight that Moon is perfectly happy to just pick him up and do what he wants with him

But then he's craning his neck to catch a glimpse of those other arms.]

Wow!!

[eggstinction]

[Zeno's weight is apparently NOTHING to Moon, easily keeping him up with one arm while the last two push their way out of Moon's clothes and he shrugs out of his sleeves to let his robes hang loose around his waist.

The freed hands wave at Zeno.]

Surprise!

[defendless]

Hehe, cuuute~

[Reaching to catch a waving hand, let him see, let him see]

[eggstinction]

[wiggles his fingers, oh no! caught!!]

Do you like them? I thought to hide them since humans do not have six arms, but I wanted to touch you more.

[Carrying Zeno over to the sleeping area, which has dodged being turned into a nest by reason of not wanting to bother the housekeepers]

[defendless]

[PURRS]

Touch Zeno the most.

[eggstinction]

[sets him down with care and immediately crowds back into Zeno's space, arms braced on either side to loom over him]

I intend to.

[defendless]

[laughs, delighted, and draws him in with eager hands.]

Zeno likes them. Zeno likes you. Oh, Moon...

[eggstinction]

[trills and nuzzles his face as if Moon were in his draconic form. he noses under Zeno's ear, kissing down his neck to a smooth shoulder]

They are for you. I am for you.

[defendless]

Moon, Moon, Moon...

[crooning his name in turn, petting everywhere he can reach, carapace or not.]

[eggstinction]

[Follows his shoulder to his collarbone to his sternum, kissing down his chest. Moon unties the yukata and spreads it open underneath Zeno, unwrapping him like a gift to be admired.]

No claws, no horns... But you are beautiful, aren't you.

[defendless]

[Zeno flushes-- he's not unaccustomed to hearing praise, but this... Comes from a different place. Comes from Moon.]

Zeno can have scales, sometimes-- but it's not something you'd like.

[He's so soft and small, thin but not overly so, with unmarred skin. He's also already quite hard. Perpetually teenaged body excited.]

[eggstinction]

I will take your word for it. I do not need to see them to know you.

[Leans up to brush a kiss over Zeno's cheek. His hands pick up exploring where his meandering kisses left off. They go down Zeno's thighs and push his legs open, they hold his waist just to see how far Moon can reach, they card through his hair, they circle his nipples, they pet his sides, they stroke his back, they trace his neck, they take and hold his hand, they're everywhere.]

[defendless]

[he's getting overwhelmed, breaths coming faster and catching on soft, needy little whines as he tries his best to press into every touch at once. so wiggly, so reactive.]

Moon, Moon-!

[eggstinction]

[somewhere in the midst of all those roaming hands, one of them finds Zeno's erection to begin jerking him off quickly. there's a thought to tease, to see how far he can push Zeno with touch alone, but right now Moon wants to give Zeno everything he begs for.]

I'm here, little treasure.

[defendless]

Oh, your hand feels--

[eternally teenaged body! quick shot! he's already writhing on the edge, whining and tipping his head for kisses.]

[eggstinction]

Not too strange, I hope—

[but no time to figure if Zeno would prefer a softer human touch, he's got KISSES to give]

[defendless]

[he kisses, demanding and sharp with his cute little fangs. He certainly doesn't seem OPPOSED to the strangeness of Moon's hand, keening into his mouth and spilling with helpless little jerks of his hips.]

[eggstinction]

[moons growls with loud satisfaction and presses Zeno against the bedspread, pinning his shoulders down with all but two hands, the one still stroking him and the other tangled in Zeno's hair as they kiss. zeno's sharp little teeth get another growl as moon bites back with his own greater fangs, delighted by this one outward sign of a dragon.]

[defendless]

[Zeno shows zero issues with getting cut up by fangs, or cutting Moon in return. He's slowing a little in his fierceness as he comes down a little, becoming a touch clumsy, but otherwise his enthusiasm isn't waning at all.]

[eggstinction]

[After a bit, Moon eases his weight up and rolls them over, flipping their positions.]

Not tired yet?

[defendless]

[drapes on him bonelessly, but also nudges his half-hard cock against Moon's lower belly, withdrawing enough to mouth at his jaw with sharp little fangs.]

Zeno can go for a long, long time.

[eggstinction]

[rumbles at him warningly, only to tip his head and give Zeno a better angle. another dragon might not be allowed to have their fangs so close to his neck, but he'll encourage this exception. his hands drift up to stroke Zeno's back with interest.]

Good, so can I.

[defendless]

Ohhh, lucky lucky Zeno, having found you.

[Nibbling, both curious and possessive, searching for a good place to leave a mark.]

[eggstinction]

[his carapace unhelpfully goes all the way from his ears to his chin and down to his collarbones, but he’s enjoying the attention. there’s a flush creeping along the edges, and when moon rumbles, the scales buzz against Zeno’s lips like a purr]

So you found me, what would you have me do to you? How do you like your pleasure, Zeno?

[defendless]

[he can work with that, scraping his fangs against carapace in indulgent little lines. matching his purr with a hum, a little raspy.]

Zeno likes... everything. What would Moon like?