Some commissioned NSFW Jeremwood with monster!Jeremy and ovi! Thank you <3! Warnings: ovi
The door's barely even shut behind them before Ryan's on him, fisting a hand in his shirt and tugging him back in against the wall - Jeremy follows eagerly, discarding his glasses on the side table and resting his hands on Ryan's hips to push him more firmly against the plaster. Ryan grunts into his mouth, a small, pleased noise that makes Jeremy shiver. His kisses are hot and desperate, his hands roaming over Jeremy's body to untuck his shirt, unbuckle jeans, muttering something against his lips that Jeremy misses.
"Huh?" He asks intelligently, blinking up at Ryan. Ryan's cheeks flush pink.
"Can you - " he clears his throat " - can you drop the cover?"
Jeremy clocks it instantly, and smirks. Ryan flushes brighter.
"In that sort of mood tonight, huh?" He says - Ryan nods, his hands still curled in Jeremy's shirt, and Jeremy happy obliges his request.
His head swims with the sudden influx of his natural heightened senses, layers of scent and touch and taste mixing together to make him feel wine drunk for a moment or two - but then it passes, as he adjusts, and Ryan sucks in an aroused breath, his hands dropping to curl around Jeremy's forearms instead.
There's a word for what Jeremy is, lost somewhere in ancient languages, and if they ever bothered to look it up, a library would surely have a matching description, of a human shaped thing that's just a little off in all the right places - well, the right places in Ryan's opinion.
But Ryan's never really been particularly bothered about the history. All he knows is that once Jeremy drops the human cover - sort of like glamour, he guesses - his grip turns to iron on Ryan's hips, pinning him to the wall with a strength ten times his own, and it makes him breathless every single time, his knees going weak at just the thought of Jeremy's power. And this time, when Jeremy kisses him, there's a hint of sharp teeth nipping at his lip.
Ryan groans when he tests the grip, trying to rock up and failing - Jeremy growls against his mouth, grinning as he effortlessly pins Ryan in place, grinds his hips in to tease.
And the bulge that presses against Ryan's is significantlybigger than his. Ryan shudders.
"Here?" Jeremy asks, kissing at Ryan's lower lip in a very distracting manner. Ryan nods.
"In my wallet," he mumbles, and jumps at the appearance of Jeremy's tail around his waist, slipping into his back pocket to deftly retrieve his wallet.
With no more warning than a breath, Jeremy suddenly flips Ryan around, pinning him face-first to the wall with one hand on the middle of his back - Ryan thunks his forehead against the wall and moans, watching as the tail undoes his belt with its split end. His jeans fall to the floor and, a moment later, his wallet thuds there too, Jeremy ripping open the packets of lube with his teeth and winding his tail around Ryan's cock as he slicks up his fingers.
Ryan shudders at the sensation of teeth on his neck, nipping up a little trail of marks down his jugular as fingers rub at his hole, pressing in and in with gentle circles until Jeremy finally eases one in, crooking it to make Ryan jump and moan brokenly, caught between the tail and Jeremy's hand. The best part is that he can't move much at all, not with the tight grip Jeremy has on his hip, allowing him only enough movement to tease himself - he whimpers quietly against the plaster and Jeremy curses under his breath, abruptly twisting in a second finger. Ryan rises up on his toes instinctively but Jeremy urges him back down easily, thrusting his fingers into him in a strong, steady rhythm that makes him shiver all over. Jeremy's tail is still jacking him, wrapping over the head and dragging down in a pleasant, toe-curling stroke.
By the time Jeremy's four fingers deep in him, Ryan's so close he almost can't support himself - not that he has to worry, with Jeremy's hand tight on him, and the tail pauses to squeeze at the base to edge him, keeping him so close to the edge but not going over, and it's so frustrating that Ryan can't help but groan. Unfortunately for him, that only seems to encourage Jeremy.
"Y'ready?" Jeremy asks into his shoulder, sounding as breathless as Ryan feels, and Ryan nods again, eagerly rolling his hips down to emphasise his point. Jeremy nods as well, withdrawing his hands and his tail from Ryan so he can unzip himself - Ryan slumps against the wall, panting, glancing back over his shoulder to watch.
Jeremy's more than impressive - in either form, really, but Ryan prefers this one. Definitely long enough, and almost as thick as his wrist, and drooling pre-come just from the foreplay - Ryan's mouth waters reflexively and he has to remind himself to swallow before getting in a better position, bracing his arms and shuffling his legs a little wider as Jeremy steps between them again, rubbing his dick against Ryan's ass in possibly the worst tease yet - the tail flicks around again to brush over his slit, and Ryan jerks.
Jeremy doesn't waste time with more teasing, thankfully, just steadies an arm around Ryan's chest and tugs up his shirt so he can guide himself inside, easing in inch by thick inch, slow and steady and just how Ryan likes it, the faint ache making his cock twitch in the tail's grip.
"Fuck," Jeremy groans, pausing halfway in. "Jesus, Ry, you're always so tight."
Ryan can't really form words right now, so he settles on just making a pleased whimper instead, turning to catch Jeremy's lips in a sloppy kiss. He rolls his hips back deliberately, and Jeremy slips in a couple more inches, gasping into Ryan's mouth.
"Impatient," he teases, breathlessly, and tugs Ryan back the last few inches, until he's sunk in all the way - Ryan lets out a shaky exhale and presses his forehead to the wall once more, slowly adjusting to the new thickness inside him.
"Jer - " he pants, and Jeremy rewards him with a lazy stroke, making him tighten up and moan all over again, his knees weak with anticipation. Jeremy's skin is inhumanly hot against his own.
The tail slides slowly down his shaft to curl tightly around the base as Jeremy starts moving - starting with slow thrusts, and eventually building up to the fast ones Ryan prefers, barely even sliding out before he's rocking back in, wet and loud and satisfying. Pre-come drools from Ryan's cock with the denial, his moans turning more and more into pathetic whimpers as Jeremy fucks him, one hand over his own and the other holding him steady by a hip. Jeremy bites a bit more carelessly at Ryan's neck and shoulder, worsening the hickeys already there and layering them with fresh ones, bright red and sensitive, sending another series of pleasantly painful tingles through Ryan - his toes curl and his dick twitches violently, none of him even remotely soothed by the tail, and Jeremy groans hotly against his pulse-point.
"'M close," Jeremy says, his thrusts noticeably more frantic. Ryan whines against the wall, rolling his hips in time to desperately try and get himself off.
"P-Please," he begs, and Jeremy's teeth sink into his skin the same time his hips snap in, his whole body shuddering behind Ryan with his orgasm.
The feeling of Jeremy's come inside him is almost enough to send Ryan over the edge, but the tail stays tight around him, holding him off just a little bit longer for -
Ryan moans embarrassingly loudly at the sensation of something bigger pushing inside him, panting with Jeremy as the first egg settles deep in him. Jeremy calms a little, just kissing gently up and down Ryan's neck as he unloads in him, the second egg jostling the first to settle beside it. Ryan whimpers at the fullness, writhing instinctively when the tail starts stroking him again, this time with the fullest intent to get him off. He can feel lube and Jeremy's come leak back out of him, displaced by the third - and fourth, fuck - egg, making him even messier, dripping back down onto Jeremy and the floor and probably his jeans, but stains are the last thing he's worrying about right now. Jeremy's slowly pulling out to make room for the eggs as well, a few more inches out when he pumps the fifth one in with a groan.
Already, Ryan's so full, fidgeting and whining as come pumps out around the eggs, slicking him up more and leaking back down his thighs - Jeremy's strength holds him firmly in place, forcing him to just take it, and god he fucking loves it, caught between thrusting forward and humping back, squeezing around Jeremy and the eggs just to feel them move inside him. One particular move presses one right against his prostate, and Ryan almost comes right there and then, trying to keep it at the right angle and whimpering when Jeremy's next little hip-roll pushes it even harder onto that spot. Pre-come drips from Ryan's cock and over the tail.
His skin feels like it's on fire, he's so close, rocking up desperately between the sixth egg and the tail, eyes squeezes shut and hands balled into fists, his moans broken and frantic, Jeremy's name stuck on his tongue like a plea when he finally comes, shuddering almost enough to make Jeremy slip out completely - but Jeremy keeps him upright with that inhuman strength, his tail slipping wetly on Ryan's dick as he shoots on the wall, panting and whimpering as it flips to sharply painful oversensitivity, and Jeremy slows and stops just before tears spring to Ryan's eyes.
For a moment, Ryan forgets how to exist, sucking in one breath after another and slumping heavily against the wall - and when he shifts again, he's reminded of just why he's so full, and he groans, his cock twitching valiantly. Jeremy's panting quietly on his shoulder, his arm crossed over Ryan's chest as the tail withdraws, wiping itself on Ryan's shirt. If he had any of his brain left, Ryan would glare playfully at it, but as it is, he can hardly remember his own name. Jeremy slips out, reaches down to press gently on Ryan's hole, lightly jostling the eggs and keeping them inside.
Ryan swears under his breath. Jeremy leans in to kiss under his jaw, his other hand dropping down to shove up under Ryan's shirt and rub over his middle, where he's bulging out a little from the eggs. He knows Jeremy can smell his arousal, must be drenched in it, so he shifts a little to kiss him instead, lazy, and sloppy, and pretty much perfect.
"Was that good?" Jeremy asks in a murmur, rubbing in little circles, pressing down on the bulge. Ryan shivers at the pleasant reminder.
"Fuckin' great," he replies, wiggling his hips a bit to move the eggs. They're in no rush - they'd long figured out that the eggs were of no danger to Ryan, and the only options were to either get them out or just let them dissolve in him. Ryan preferred the latter; it let him revel in the aching fullness for a little longer, and he knew it satisfied the mating instinct deep in Jeremy's hindbrain, the part that made the eggs in the first place.
Jeremy's tail brushes gently against Ryan's dick; Ryan jerks and whimpers weakly at the sensitivity, but he doesn't stop Jeremy just yet. Jeremy's fingers rub teasingly at his hole, gently pushing on the eggs, just enough to make Ryan shiver all over. Now that the initial haze of pleasure has passed, he realises just how stretched he is with them, looks down at the visible bulge and swallows down another tiny moan at the sight.
For a few more moments, they stand there panting, sharing brief kisses over Ryan's shoulder. Jeremy tucks his nose under Ryan's jaw just to smell him, and under the fading arousal, and the scent of Ryan full with his come and eggs, there's a calm scent - contentment, Jeremy recognises it as, and Ryan's happy sigh when he rubs his middle only confirms it for him. Ryan's legs shake with the next lazy stroke of Jeremy's tail, so Jeremy stops to hold him steady instead, murmuring a question into his ear.
"Wanna go sit down?"
Ryan nods, a little sheepishly, and Jeremy smiles against his shoulder, zipping himself up before working on gently guiding Ryan over to the sofa to lie down - Ryan always likes staying close after this sort of...activity, and Jeremy can't deny that his mating sense calls for the exact same kind of easy, warm affection. He fits them together easily, spooning up behind Ryan and thumbing idly at the bruises on Ryan's hips as Ryan gets comfy, tugging Jeremy's hand back over to tangle their fingers together over his bulging abdomen.
"Love you," Jeremy says, and Ryan hums contentedly, if sleepily. Jeremy stifles his laugh and opts to kiss Ryan's shoulder instead, winds his tail around Ryan's hips to hold him as close as possible. They'll have to shower soon, but it can wait.
