𝓁𝓊𝒸𝒾𝓊𝓈 ([personal profile] chemoscion) wrote2020-07-11 11:56 am
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[personal profile] icy_veins 2021-04-25 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Even if it weren't what he wanted, Eridanus is easily rolled to his back as their positions are reversed. It's always moments such as these where he wonders if Lucius isn't much more perceptive than he lets on. Of course, his consort is a man who encompasses many talents, so he wouldn't put it past him; but still, the way he easily melts the frigid heart within his chest is yet another reason for which Eridanus finds himself increasingly enamored with the beast above him.

He leans his face into those adoring touches, his jewels admired just as well as the scars of the visage before him had been. Eridanus allows his eyes to flutter closed, and were he capable of rumbling his pleasure, he certainly would.]


I would be more than happy to propagate your greatness, [he states, matter-of-factly, with his lips twisting into an uncharacteristically boyish moue,] and if he says anything otherwise, I will be even happier to end his sorry existence in a pillar of hellfire.

[personal profile] icy_veins 2021-04-27 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[Whatever protest Eridanus might give to those teasing words, dies in his throat in favor of the wanting noise that wells up from his chest. His breath catches in his lungs, overlong ear flicking away from the teasing touch of breath and a prehensile tongue that seeks the sensitive inner shell of it. He feels his blood rush through his limbs, coloring his face, his neck, and pooling hotly in his belly. Pinned as he is, his wagging tail cannot even display his eager excitement.]

Lucius... [He whimpers, with claws digging into the scarified flesh beneath them, as if he could anchor himself into Lucius' body and keep a hold on his crumbling composure.

He can't, though it isn't so much a bad thing between them. Eridanus draws in a shaking breath, and then he turns his head, pressing his mouth against his lover's. His own tongue unfurls past the thicket of fangs guarding it, greeting Lucius' own just as eagerly as the wanton moans elicited from him would expect. One day, he thinks, they'll kiss before the stars—and that thought alone, is one he cannot wait for.]