not on it’s own, no. but if they are eating shredded cheese, they’re probably eating it with the components of a sandwich, like bread pieces covered in hoisin/lime/mayonnaise/chili sauce, coriander, leftover grilled fish, red cabbage, shredded carrots, but all ? separately. like, one layer of a sandwich at a time. why ? because they’re weird, and they’re probably occupied with something else ( like a drama on their scroll or something ) and are taking a very, very long time to eat.
lips have found a home in the crook of their neck , a mixture of kisses &. gentle nips while hand snakes below ren’s sweatpants &. boxers. painfully slow strokes at first , a grin etching unto lips ‘gainst bronze flesh. ❛ you’re so hot when y’can’t keep it together. ❜ dragoness coos , slinking between their legs , pulling fabrics down , dragging tongue along their length &. ultimately wrapping lips around them.
@dragunxx.
there was no doubt that ren could hold their own, standoffish nature a natural defence mechanism to most with even the most nurturing of attempts so long as ren decided not to let them in. but there was an openess to the way they responded to yang, most often in a kindness reserved for those that held ren’s heart within their grip. even still, it was only with her grasp that they melted so wilfully, that when yang pressed them to kitchen counter and claimed the softness of their throat they tilted away their head to expose more of it. they were hers, completely. hands were cold from a recent wash, dinner preparation halted for her warm affections, but they warmed the longer they lingered upon her skin. near distracted by how readily they moved to accomodate her, one hand gripped to the edge of the kitchen bench, pushing cutting board and half diced peppers away.
more often than not, they did not know they crave her until she made clear dragoness craved them. it was no fault of her own, but the way ren was wired, to mute their own desires ‘til they were acknowledged by someone else. they weren’t quite in tune with themselves the way yang was, who could better understand the way ren had trouble lighting their arousal on their own. they were dragon borne, mistrali bred, and a creature of benevolent discipline. yang, while still wholly divine grasped at her yin’s attention like siren tempting men to depths, away from their responsibilities with naught but a word. their resolve crumbled like quicksand, quaking under feverish touch. the electric sensation of lips on their pulse igniting ren’s pleasure receptors something fierce. ‘ yang … ’ they sighed, and it might have carried the ghost of a sentence, but it was clear in heady plumes ren was having trouble remembering what they were meant to say. the stove was on, for one thing.
it only got harder ( oh, she might have appreciated that pun ) when hand dipped into soft fabrics, nearly slipping from where they knelt against counter as knees near gave out. rose - hued flush marked bronzed flesh from apples down kiss - marked neck, reddening deeper upon seraphic coo. she stalled their moving train of thought with smoke so easily, the ever - diligent, ever - serious ren reduced to gasps, and writhing, wanting devotion. they were helpless to her voice, to compliments both heartfelt and lascivious, their spine melted under the praise, threatening to give as they felt her descend and take them into her mouth. ‘ y - yang. ’ they repeated at this point simply to sigh her name like a prayer, each syllable emerging shaky and strangled, their grip on marble bench top tightening ‘pon added pressure to hardened length. free hand came up to instinctually cover their mouth, moving at the last moment to cover half their face, holding dark hair between their fingers while they panted, as if trying to hold together the remnants of their deteriorating psyche.
they could not think anymore, the only thought in their mind was of her.
‘ i’m trying - ’ magenta gaze cracked open for a but a second, only to tilt their head back up, straining themselves not to buck into the velveteen softness of her mouth. ‘ trying to - wǒde mā ya - make. dinner. ’
and it would be made. twice. after the first dish burned to a crisp and yang made ren come so hard they swore in three languages.
" she really loves you a lot. " ruby had taken ren out to a nice snack place she knew of. they had both super sweet snacks for her but also more vegetable based snacks for ren. she had wanted to talk to them about some things. " and I know that you would never hurt her. but you be sure to take good care of her ok? i love her a lot too and i know you're not taking her away, but still. be sure to love and cherish her. she's my sister. "
@petalfates + @draguness.
they had no qualms nor suspicions upon sudden invitation. they met infrequently for leisure, although floral donned’s natures spoke of wood fire and stoicism. both dragon and rose kept to themselves more often than they did people, yet gravitated towards a shared sun. ren liked these small little gatherings. she was one of few who understood ren’s habitual silences, how much more their action and subtle expression conveyed instead of spoken word. they enjoyed that solidarity, that for those who needed solitude more than socialising, there were still key people they wanted in their lives. she was one of those people for ren, and yang another. the lack of a shotgun talk wasn’t auspicious in their rather strange happenstance, after all, ren had been ruby’s teammate before they’d even seen yang as more than a friend, but this might have been all the more daunting. ren hadn’t even met their father yet.
teeth were nibbling at a sweet potato fry as ren scrolled with the other hand, finishing treat entirely and locking phone once solemn words fell from ruby’s lips. she really loves you. telltale pulse left a staccato heartbeat thrumming in their ears. a fluttery feeling in their stomach induces reactions equal parts embarrassed, and panicked. their temperature rose, the faintest dusting of warmth along apples belaying regular facade of expressionless communication. why were the mention of vows inlay more fear than that of threats ? why was this news more intimidating than any bodily harm the strongest of taijitu promised ? why did they feel sick ? ( because that’s what it means to be in love, you fool. ) ren had only been courting dragoness for a little over three months. surely ruby was mistaken. she couldn’t love them that early. they could hardly believe she could love them at all.
ren, more often than not, knew what to say. for all the linguistic prowess they could muster, they found it difficult to encompass how much yang meant to them. ‘ i adore your sister, so much more than i thought i was capable of adoring someone. ’ and it was for far more than than the surface reasons one could cherish her so readily. they loved her flaws too, seeing in her the same kind of duality ren held within themselves. she was fierce to be protective, brash because of courage, bluntness due to honesty. more than any of that they just ... clicked. ‘ i was scared of how much i could care for a person, but she makes me brave. ’ ren’s obtuse denial had become tiring, even to themselves. ‘ i have trouble sometimes accepting that she trusts me with her affections, but i would never want to jeopardise that. ’
rolls over on her side , allowing prosthetic to lovingly card through ebon strands , then to their handsome face where palm caresses cheek &. playfully / carefully lifts the corner of otherwise frowning expressionism the best she possibly can. ❛ hey , tell me whatcha want ? ❜ kiss pressed to lotus tiers. bat of eyelashes. ❛ i ‘ ll get up early ‘ n bring us breakfast in bed. maybe even blueberries some blueberries this time. ❜
unscripted.
they were tired. not in the good way that accompanied training or battle, but emotionally spent. ren’s semblance acted in such a way that negative emotions were absorbed instead of filtered. sometimes it manifested in a tearful breakdown of overwhelming stress, which was, admittedly, better. it was quicker, more intense, than this slow release of dreaded melancholy, where all life and hope drained out of them like the sewerage in a monsoon. it felt spiteful for the weather to remain as perfect as it was, while ren drowned under figurative rain and couldn’t even muster the willpower to care. their face was half buried in the pillow, pale rose hue unfocused at nothing in particular. they’d been like that for some time, awake but not particularly registering anything, thinking of anything, caring for anything. they hated this apathy ( at least … it made sense to hate it ), clearing only for a few hours of existential sadness before returning with a smothering determination.
she was sunshine in the wake of so much darkness, saint - like for putting up with their dreary ways when they got like this, depression made worse by the effects of their emotive semblance. it was tiresome. more often than not they insisted, “ it’s alright to leave me like this. ” / “ i appreciate your efforts, but i don’t know if it’s going away anytime soon. ” all of this said muffled from underneath the blankets where they moped, cried, and bled out all the grief they bottled up over the last few months. it almost hurt to have her there sometimes, wasting her time making sure they’d had their pills and weeping even more over her undeserved kindness. they hated this more than anything. these periods of emotional upset made them more vulnerable than any wound, or any state of undress. this was the drawback of their semblance in the worst form, and it wouldn’t go away so long as they kept bottling everything up.
‘ soup. ’ they croaked, after a moment of deliberation. they brought a hand up to curl over the one cradling their cheek, thumb rubbing soothingly against the prostheses knuckles as if she could still feel it. it was a habit at this point to caress her hands no matter which one it was. when they sighed it sounded ancient, like a gust of wind that had traveled remnant a hundred times over, wispy and hollow. they brushed their lips over the metal, unflinching at it’s cool temperature, before turning onto their other side and wrapping themselves up in the blanket once more. their voice drifted off, preparing to go to bed again. ‘ seafood. rice noodles … ’ when they woke upon her return, they still had no appetite, not even for their favourite food or one of their favourite fruits, but at the very least they sat up. ren pressed a kiss to her shoulder, laying their forehead on it soon after.
‘ ow. ’ the impact wasn’t painful but more unexpected than anything, despite the fact that the both of them had surged forward with the intent to lock lips, not knock teeth. ren must have been making this hard on her. yang was the one with more experience. whether their rookie background was knocking away her attempts to make this organic or whether ren really was just that bad, this make out session was harder than all the books they’d read made it out to be. ‘ sorry. ’ the mumbled against her lips, more awkward than sensual at this point. their hands curled loosely ‘round yang’s neck, thumb smoothed along her scales lovingly as a silent of recompense for their blunders. they coaxed dragoness closer where they lie on the couch, inching legs apart so she could slot against their front. ren was overthinking things, as usual, drowning out all their instincts for what seemed precise and logical.
mere week since confession, since reaffirmation was murmured, barely audible under the rumble of bumblebee’s engine, ren found themselves both overwhelmed with yang’s presence and constantly craving more of her. they kept finding themselves doubting every move they made, as if one wrong misstep and yang might decide this was a mistake all along. oh, but ren had been performing blunder after blunder, infatuation changed them from the stoic level - headed loner to a stuttering mess when they had no idea what to do. had it not been for the amused giggles between her kisses, and her insistent touch despite ren’s mistakes they might have shied away in shame. it’s okay, she’d assure, like she had many times before, which was nice, because the warmth of her lips, the breathless way she whispered their name, was worth the embarrassment of another — ‘ ouch. ’ they bumped foreheads. ren smoothed back sunlit strands and pressed another apologetic kiss to her temple.
@draguness > “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.”
they rose from the confines of a hellish congestion - ridden bedscape to greet her with a sarcastic eyeroll, and a moan befitting of the living undead. they’d felt like an absolute wreck for hours, and ren tended to be awful when it came to accepting help. they’d insisted on standing and completing their own chores, up until the point when they’d almost collapsed in the kitchen out of exhaustion. by that point they were in no condition to be walking about, and had been confined to the bed, too agitated to slumber, a headache making amusing themselves with the most simplest of their guilty pleasures ( mistrali soaps ) impossible. they were unstimulated and tired, sinuses clogged and irritable, hair askew, eye bags deep and dark over sallow skin, it was a wonder how anyone could put up with ren like this. the sulking dragon could barely put up with themselves. ren didn’t get sick too often, but when they did it was a nightmare, apparently when pointed look was cast she - nova’s way, spoon halfway to their lips. they were sure it smelled delicious, if they could smell. i’d rather take a stab to the gut than have a blocked nose, ren thought bitterly, expression softening when they tasted chilli in the broth. that would ... that would help. did yang remember they liked it like this ? throat croaked horribly as they turned weary eyes her way. ‘ do you have to ? ’ look at them that is. ‘ i don’t exactly look picturesque. ’
