got bored and then regretted it smut of ocs
the fireside crackles and spits softly, embers dancing in a swirl of ash led upwards by the beckoning call of a winter's whisper.
calloused hands, nothing short of a beast, cradled the supple thighs of something closer to none other than his salvation. finn's back pressed against the warmed wood of the cabin wall, clawed fingers barely tracing the line between digging and piercing: keeping his legs firmly on either side of ekeiur's hips.
with disregard to comfort, ekeiur's neck craned downwards to reach the very object of his desires. every kiss was short-lived: a brief roll of tongues; a coy nip in each parting pass; a huff of air belying a neediness for more.
his neck ached, surely, but it felt nothing in comparison to the twisting in his gut: an erogenous bulge in even the loosest of his pants, beading through the fabric with evidence of his insurmountable desire.
ekeiur parted briefly, a shivering breath expelling from his lungs. the hooked nubs of his legs embedded into the wall, or twitching restlessly at his back. his hips canted, nudging against the opening he'd made between finn's legs. ekeiur could smell it.
gods above, he could taste it.
a dribble of drool runs down ekeiur's chin, the idea is just enough to make him dizzy. finn gasps, started as he's suddenly adjusted in ekeiur's grip, trembling fingers digging carelessly into ekeiur's skin enough to indent: spike from each end with a mirror desiring his husband's.
heavyset feet stumbled through the cabin, ekeiur shoulders the door open before tossing finn onto their mattress. the blonde grunts, tail lashing as he props himself up. "you brute," finn hisses upon recovery, the remark hollow with any sincere annoyance.
finn's props himself back upright against the cushion of their pillows, golden eyes gleaming against the backdrop of their moonlit room. his eyes roved over ekeiur's with wanton desire, watching ashen skin gradually be exposed as ushered, desperate hands practically tear away layers of cloth piece by piece.
at last, when nothing remains, only the bulk of ekeiur's form fills the room. his thighs twitch, muscles undulating in the soft caress of moonlight, chest heaving heavily with restraint.
tracing ekeiur's shape, finn's eyes wordlessly flick downwards. ekeiur's length bobs slightly in response to the stimuli of cold air, drooling rivulets of glistening essence, the skin at the head turning a deep, hued purple.
neither moved, the scene like observing a predator lying in wait for its prey.
finn adjusts the tunic draped over his torso, a stolen relic from ekeiur's wardrobe, slowly drawing it up to his chest. it was an art formed of continuous practice, delicate fingers slowly running down the length of his soft belly, legs parting so closely to that of the appraised gates.
ekeiur makes a keening sound, desperate and whining as he plants one hand on the edge of the mattress, then his knee.
a sharp slap swipes against his thigh, paired with a stern glare from finn. "no." it's a simple directive, but it's enough to force his hand.
ekeiur whines, a sound akin to a kicked dog, but resigns in moving his knee. his arm trembles where it supports his weight on the bed, his eyes headily fixated on the glory exposed to him atop their staining sheets.
smug, finn slowly runs his fingers over the slick folds of his cunt: his movements are slow, spreading it open and wetting his fingers to the point of glistening with his arousal. his other hand busies itself with his chest, rolling soft, beaded pink buds between his fingers.
his neck rolls back, tossing against the pillows as finn parts a breathless moan. slowly, he pushes one digit inside effortlessly: it's enough to get a quick breath, the second yielding the same results, but incomparable to what his body has long grown accustomed to.
"finn," ekeiur breathes, an edged plea as he restlessly squeezed at himself, longing for a release he sought not from his own hand. "please," he adds, exasperating the fraying nerves of his restraint.
it only prompts the ends of finn's smirk to curl softly.
but, finn was no monster of course.
"come closer." an offering, a mercy. a tremor ran through the legs mounted on ekeiur's back, clawed hands slowly dragging himself flat onto the bed, mouth ajar and teeth chattering softly with a ravenous need to consume.
he came just shy of being able to nose finn's delicacy, shivering as he laid partially on the bed: ears twitching at the wet squelch of finn's fingers, his breathless moans and whimpers, the drool of slick staining the bed. as finn's thighs began to flex and tremble, his spine arching deliciously off the bed, breathless moans becoming pitched keens, it drove ekeiur wild. his claws flexed into the sheets, making low cooing and chittering noises in response to finn's pleasure as the latter's hips rolled into the rhythm of his own fingers.
ekeiur groaned, nosing the sheets to huff the scent of finn. his claws at last penetrated the sheets, tugging and pulling as he humped his irritated cock between the bed and his belly.
finn, at last, let out a cry: his hips trembling mid-air, fingers knuckle-deep with a few shallow thrusts, before lowering them back against the bed. his pale cheeks were flush and rosy with color, sweat beading on his forehead.
chests heaving, ekeiur watched, eyes unwavering from finn's face, even as his tail brushed against him: a shivering difference against his heated skin.
the moment broke as finn's legs slotted over his shoulders.
the path was clear, at last, a merciful god answering his pleas. ekeiur's movement was instantaneous, releasing the abused sheets to instead grab finn's thighs, securing them around his head. his tongue darts out, dragging a slow stripe over finn's folds, twitching between his legs at the taste.
finn's breath catches in his throat, thighs flexing around his husband's head, blindly feeling ekeiur's head before opting to scratch his upper back. "ekeiur," finn whimpers, clenching needlessly around nothing, though already high with anticipation of the inevitable. he lays himself back against the pillows.
ekeiur lended no response, huffing and licking finn with the same reverie of a man in an oasis. only when finn's hips lift restlessly does he at last push inside, flicking his tongue and rubbing his nose against finn's clitoris.
his husband's keens were all but white noise to the accompanying spin of relief, the apple in his throat bobbing with every thick swallow of finn's taste.
but it wasn't quite enough. he pulls back, much to finn's discontent, who tries to uselessly fist at ekeiur's hair. only does when a thick glob of spit befalls ekeiur's cock, does a realization dawn upon finn. his incoherent complaints cease.
finn's fingers quickly get back to work, delving into his ribbed walls and stretching them open with ushered, scissoring motions. ekeiur stroked himself, pumping his irritated, hot flesh with his saliva.
ekeiur adjusts his straddle on the bed, pulling finn's hand away from himself and to his lips. with a slow movement, his tongue wraps around finn's fingers, licking the taste off his skin with an erotic suck.
he kisses the heel of finn's palm, his wrist, before nipping his pulse and setting it down. resting finn's thighs over his own, ekeiur ground himself against finn, eliciting a mutual moan. slowly, with great care, he probed the tip against finn before slowly slotting himself inside.
folding his body over finn's, he molds their lips together again. large, calloused palms trace the blonde's shape, the momentary slowness lending a second's peace of intimacy.
"you are doing well," ekeiur murmurs, his fingers rubbing circles over finn's abdomen as he slowly sheathed himself. finn groans under his breath, scraping his nails down ekeiur's shoulder. "you couldn't have helped a little?" finn grunts, curled fingers smoothing over the dip of ekeiur's spine.
"you teased me."
"all in good fun."
"it was not fun."
finn scoffs, rolling his eyes. he inhales sharply through grit teeth as ekeiur bottomed out. it's solely the sound of their shared breaths, then ekeiur's lips kissing finn's skin, rubbing circles over the slightest protrusion against his belly.
ekeiur hikes his legs up, propping finn's head under his harms and burying his face next to his lover's head. a soft murmur of permission and ekeiur's hips drew back, promptly slamming back inside. the rough kiss against finn's cervix elicited his back to arch, an appetizing sting across ekeiur's back as nails raked over his skin. "more," finn urged impatiently, whipping his tail against ekeiur's backside, "I'm not some delicate virginâ"
the tirade, no sooner than it began, was cutoff as ekeiur's hips piston into finn's hearth: squeezing and fluttering around every ridge and vein. the blonde's head rolls back against the pillows, a beautiful arch of his neck which ekeiur graciously molded his face against, twisting his head, leaving indents with large teeth, mandibles unfurling to embed into anything within reach.
finn's keens only progressed in volume, his hands in a perpetual momentum of moment: dragging over skin, clutching the sheets, tugging the pillows, or reaching over his head to grip the headboard as it was slammed against the wall with a relentless drive. "ekeiur!" he cried, tail lashing against the bed, his body without a lasting anchor to cling onto, every slap of skin against his clit, a bruising kiss against his aching cervix made his head spin. and all he could say was, "more! gods, please, more."
he grabbed ekeiur's face, pulling him back into a kiss, lending no opportunity for protest as his tongue shoved past the seam of his lips. ekeiur's mandibles embraced finn's face and maintained their proximity, fair shares of spit and drool running down their chins.
ekeiur's balls grew tighter, each end of his nerves trembling with the pretense of what was to come of orgasmic bliss. for a dreaded moment, he broke the kiss, breaking a thin string of saliva connecting their lips. "what's wrong?" finn panted, skin glistening with a sheen layer of sweat, propping himself up on one elbow. concern overrode the curtain of lust reaching up to touch the curvature of ekeiur's bicep.
there was no response, just the heady stare of ekeiur's intensive gaze. he shakes his head.
"nothing."
he grabs finn's hips, lifting them into the air and folding their bodies together. the latter's arms wrap back around ekeiur, their lips and bodies slotting back together like well-fitted puzzle pieces, ekeiur's sheath slammed back in.
this newfound rhythm was relentless, jackhammering less with a necessary finesse, but the equivalent of an untamed animal. finn's teeth bared in a grit before parting in a silent scream, then a sharp gasp. "oh, gods above," finn groaned, barely managing the sentence past the tremble and quake of his body with each pivoted thrust.
sweat dripped from ekeiur's body, claws leaving indents in finn's hips with a bruising grip to maintain position. ekeiur couldn't hear anything over the bed frame's abuse, finn's chanting keens, and the sound of their skin slapping together. "ekeiur." it's a long-drawn whine, the prick of finn's sharp nails digging into the back of his neck bringing ekeiur momentarily from his daze. "close," finn whispered, tugging the other closer, breathing hotly against each other's face. ekeiur merely nods, too fixate on anything else besides the sinuous squeeze and squelch of finn's cunt around him.
a white heat flashed through finn's body and briefly overtook his vision, sharp canines embedding into his lip with a pitiful whine. ekeiur trailed no sooner behind, sack drawing tighter before eventually dumping thick ropes of white. there was stillness, just them in that position, panting and coming down from their post-orgasmic high.
ekeiur yelped softly as a stinging strike landed across his arm, eyes slowly trailing up to finn's face. adorned with a miffed expression, the sweat, drool, and red flush degraded any effect of sincere aggravation.
"you came inside."
"so? will look good with belly."
finn's jaw parted, poise to snark in response, but the sinful plop of ekeiur pulling out caused a tentative moan in place of spite. grabbing the sheets, ekeiur wipes himself off. "well, don't just use the sheets," finn huffed, rolling over and using ekeiur to pull himself up. "they are filthy, I will replace tomorrow."
twisting around, ekeiur pulled finn into his lap, laying kisses over the new teeth indents, bruises, and wherever he could crane his neck enough to reach. "you took me well," his fingers lazily brush over his abused, puffy lips, cupping it, "does it hurt?" finn lends a half-hearted grunt in response.
whether the answer had been yes or no wouldn't have changed the outcome, either way. with the same delicacy handling porcelain, ekeiur's hands come under finn and lift him securely against his chest, rising from the bed. rubbing the ache from his partner's thighs, ekeiur murmurs a string of sweet nothings against finn's bruised skin, planting kisses in his wake.
the room was a mess; sheets and blankets tangled; clothes spread across the floor and inexplicably torn; a bed frame that no doubt would require inspection; and a permeating scent lingering as evidence of their coupling. a mess, no doubt, would need to be addressed.
however, such questions lay with disregard for time being. in its place of priority, reverential chores to praise the very temple of his salvation.
smiles