@airxn / @aiirn . [ 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 ] : sender and receiver are having sex to reduce stress.
he couldn't take it anymore ; everything had been far too overwhelming . from finding his past self in the depths and regaining his memories to having to face that inevitable truth . volga had been under far too much stress and it was starting to affect him negatively . the suggestion from airin at first was near offensive ; how was this supposed to help calm him in a situation like that ?
but alas . a few teasing comments got the dragon to cave to those desires .
he only undressed as it was necessary for comfort and their safety , but he had airin fully in the nude against the wall , facing the cold surface and keeping them pinned there . what had started as a heated make out session ended up in primal sex and he continued rutting into them .
that tension slowly though surely fading away , far more entertained in their heat along with those sounds . he hated to admit it , but . . . it really was a good idea to relieve such tension that way .
" keep moaning for me , airin . . . you sound beautifully . . . "
SINFUL PROMPTS. ( selectively accepting )
@airxn / @aiirn. 23. for after battle sex 👌👌👌
who was he to deny them that pleasure... having the last kill of the night, knowing how feral airin could be. bloodthirsty and something the demon lord always liked. by nature he tends to seek that warmth against his own body, at least get to enjoy the crimson liquid dripping from his blade. obviously, he’d need to clean thoroughly afterwards but in his case there really were no consequences.
adrenaline running high for them both, he’s certain it wasn’t a new feeling for the other and yet, he wondered if that would give them a little more freedom on what they wanted to do. plus seeing them made such a mess... and in such a perfect scene as well. lit by nothing but moonlight and the few torches that remained from the enemy camp that had gone silent thanks to them. it’s like they were begging for him to give in.
he won’t bother using his magic, instead he’s ripping away this own cloak; it could be fixed later. blade and knives left to the side as well, the demon lord just wants those distractions and layers gone when reaching for airin’s wrist and pulling him close for a heated kiss. the taste of blood that mixed with their own is enough to have the sword spirit humming, resembling a soft moan.
after how long they’ve both waited and wanted each other he could not afford to waste time asking for permission when ridding of their own clothes, wanting their chest and torso exposed and ready for him to cover in marks... though he begins by wrapping an arm around them, nails digging viciously and he drags his hand down. only then he breaks the kiss, pulling away to smile and see what reaction he’d get.
SINFUL PROMPTS. ( selectively accepting )
@airxn / @aiirn 4. to take a hot bath with my muse 👀
“ won’t you join me already? ”
but there was no reason for either of them to be in a hurry. no plans ahead and it wasn’t like the hot spring would turn cold all of the sudden. airin could take as long as they wanted, finding it endearing how despite all the teasing and comments that could be said between them there was still something that stopped them from going further. all talk no bark... though it’s part of why he likes it so much. and what a fitting thought to have for them.
being a spirit there was no real reason for him to need a bath to begin with, whether it be a secret craving for a normal life or just liking that feeling of spoiling himself, he’d still treat his body to several luxuries that would end up showing. much like how smooth his skin was, how marked his ‘muscles’ were. his body would remain firm regardless. it’s something he shamelessly prides himself on, and even though it was meant to be just a quick bath he still liked teasing airin.
eventually they join him, though with the steam it wasn’t noticeable what he had to surprise them. or didn’t have, rather... he swims towards them, a hand running through their hair before cupping their face and smiling. no matter what they did, they would always look adorable... and he gives no warning when reaching for their hand, bringing it to rest against his front, then slowly lowered it until --- they barely graced against skin they had yet to ever touch.
usually he joins wearing something akin to a swimsuit, stylized briefs to fit his aesthetic. bulge still prominent as it was inevitable, and how he loved when they tried to sneakily stare at him.
“ i thought, since you love looking at me a certain way, then why not treat you to actually seeing and touching me properly? ”
