Some kind of dragon au

[occulthymns]

[Before you lies a picturesque kingdom of forests and fields and farmlands. Mountains rise up in the distance, and set at the edge of a massive lake is an elegant castle with tall spires. It looks out over the land - forests surrounding the lake, a small but pleasant medieval town pushed up against the castle walls, farmer's fields further out.

The land itself is fertile and full of wild game, unsual plants, and natural wonders like crystalline caverns and waterfalls. Rivers of all sizes wind their way down from the mountains, which alternate between covered in fir trees and bare, jagged rock with mazes of caves hidden within.

Dragon AU go!]

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[didneyworl]

[ He is going to ATTACK IT LIKE A MAN aka bite sharp but without putting any of his teeth into it, gnaw a whole lot, and then lick him. Everywhere.

he is the best hunter it is him C8 ]

[showmeanguish]

[sou fierce is you little gold thing

Vanitas watches for a while, then ducks his head in and nudges the other with his snout. He snorts a couple times, then retracts his paw so that he can then wind it over the other's back and pull him closer.

Then, he simply flops onto him. For a few seconds Ven might feel squished, before he rolls more to the side, and just gathers him close.]

[didneyworl]

[ HE FEELS IMMENSELY ACCOMPLISHED. Even when he's flopped on and it makes him squeak Ven practically croons, soaking up the contact like a little sponge. It's a lot more comfortable when Vanitas adjusts himself though, and belly heaving with his quick little breaths after all that romping around, Ven will crane his head back with his tongue lolled and try to give at least a few licks to the underside of the blackscale's jaw. ]

[showmeanguish]

[Which really doesn't help matters. Vanitas still sees it as a sign of flirtation rather than simple affection, and rumbles his approval.

He ducks his own head, bowing it so he can lick at the base of the other's neck and nuzzle against his wings, before he pushes him down a foot or so, paws still holding him close in an almost hug by human standards.]

[didneyworl]

[ Only Vanitas would think happy licking means GO TO TOWN ON ME.

Ven's as well-behaved as he can be all things considered, giving a happy but intrigued rumble as he's squished a little more. He decides to whine and show he's given up play for the moment; he's still more than happy to catch his breath, wriggling a little as he taps his tail on the ground.

He must have done something really good to get this much attention. ]

[showmeanguish]

[Yes, yes he did. Unfortunately he has no idea just how 'good' it was.

Because the moment he has the other lower against his belly, Ven will be able to feel the soft tip of his arousal against him. It's not anywhere threatening... yet. Just the inside of his tail, a few inches from where it joins with his legs.]

[didneyworl]

[ It takes a moment for the goldscale to notice outside the feeling or roughed-up scale and itch (which is almost tolerable now, thank god). But when he does notice he wiggles again for a moment or two before letting his head flop back against the ground.

Of course he's going to nose at it a little a second later, craning it back to try and look back up at Vanitas. Mom calm down >: ]

[showmeanguish]

[WOW DON'T CALL HIM MOM RIGHT NOW. TOTAL BONER KILLER.

The wiggling only spurs him on, unfortunately. His pupils have narrowed into thinner, vertical lines, and the urge to bite onto the back of the other dragon's neck is strong. If Ven was just a bit longer it'd be easy, and it's mostly the difference in height that saves him from it.

But then he rolls them again, tucking his wings in tight so they're protected, as he ends up on his back. His grip on the smaller dragon eases, but doesn't let him get all the way away.]

Face me.

[didneyworl]

[ OOPS 6u9 ]

--Oof. You mean roll over...? [ He has no problems being on his back at all with his belly exposed. That's been his roll since day one considering their differences in size and strength. Vanitas is the boss, and he's the wiggly one that likes to play and chew on everything.

He has to work hard to keep from doing plenty of that right now though, especially once he realizes Vanitas rolled but kept him held close. If he wasn't worried he'd ruin whatever moment they were having by chirruping Ven would have done that ages ago--instead there's a happy little trill, a rumble, deep in his throat as his feet kick at the air, trying to find purchase on something for leverage.

Eventually he manages though, and gets himself most of the way turned around.

And naturally, the first thing he does is lap at the other's muzzle again. ]

[showmeanguish]

[The lapping gets him the usual hiss in response, but it's a little less condescending.

Because ultimately, Ven turning over means that he can rub up against the soft scales of his underbelly, uninhibited. And he does, lifting his tail a bit to keep the other from sliding too far down when his hips give a small, exploratory shift upwards.]

[didneyworl]

[ He can grump all he wants, he's still holding Ven close so he can't be that upset about it. But then there's a bump and the goldscale makes a small noise. His tail flicks from side to side a moment later, and thinking maybe that's a subtle way to tell him to move a little, Ven readjusts the way he's huddled against the older dragon. It's got his weight distributed a little more evenly, but it's also got him pressed a little more flush from belly to the base of his tail. ]

[showmeanguish]

[Yesssss, that is much better. Good job. 8>

His own scales are tougher, even on his underside. But pressed between the two, the friction and pressure is still fantastic. It only takes a couple, steadier rolls upward before more than just the tip of his cock emerges from the opening between his scales.

It's already a bit wet, and slippery as it rubs between them.]

[didneyworl]

[ And it's that wetness and the slipping and sliding it does between them that has Ven lifting his head a little and looking down, then over his sides like that will somehow help him see between them. He knows what that is--he can't not, he has one too. But unlike Vanitas his is still sheathed.

So he poses a confused whine as his tail tao down against the other, once. Just a little restlessly. ]

Vanitas?

[showmeanguish]

Shh...

[Ven might be younger, but not by that much. Vanitas knows from experience that his hormones should have kicked in by now.

Should have, hopefully, even if he still acted puppish most of the time.

He can't bite him, but he can still nip. Leaning his head down, he places a few near the other's earstalks and cheek, rumbling low in his throat in a way that's a far cry from angered. The tap against his tail makes his own curl further, before it lashes against the ground in a restless movement of it's own.]

Don't complain; this is your fault.

[didneyworl]

But I'm not... [ Female, or trying to solicit a mate, as far as he can tell. All the closeness and the slick rubbing between them is making him restless in a way he's not entirely sure about. His eyes close and his ears flatten back passively when the nips come, but if anything it makes him feel...prickly.

His tail thumps again and he whines. ]

[showmeanguish]

I know.

[It's not like he actually wants to mate to produce offspring. Well, no... there is definitely something mating-like about this. But it's different.

It's more like he's claiming Ventus as his, even if he can't expect him to foster any pups. A show of dominance and possession, in a different way that the bullying he's shown in the past.]

I just want you to smell like me. [Drawing back a bit, he bumps snouts with the other, and partly twines his tail about the smaller gold's in response to that thump.]

[didneyworl]

[ Ven croons under the attention as his eyes close again, passive and honestly a little wanton, starved for the meagre display of affection--he's calling it affection alright shut up--to the point where he doesn't even contest the twining of tails and the implication there. He's too happy to have that light little bump, huddling closer. ]

...Okay.

[showmeanguish]

[That's all the permission he needs to proceed. Vanitas rumbles again in a growl that's almost a purr, before he lets his eyes slip partly closed and rolls his hips upward again.

The next few thrusts work his length out even more, and reveal several harder bumps or nubs on the underside of his cock. It's now extended a little over a foot, but given his size it's still a moderate length.]

[didneyworl]

[ His underbelly's soft on a good day, but with freshly-moulted scales it's even more tender and sensitive. Ven finds his nostrils flaring the more that slick firmness presses up between them; just as Vanitas hoped, with the shedding of his whelpish scales has come more physical maturity. Enough for him to begin poking out of his own sheath as he tries to keep from squirming.

It's hard, because his instincts say flatten against the ground but what his body really wants to do is jut forward like Vanitas' is doing. He may be being marked and claimed, but it's not the same sort of domination that would come with actual mating. That involved a lot more biting and pinning. ]

[showmeanguish]

[On his next roll upwards, he feels the other's tip pressing against his larger arousal, and it sends a small shudder through him. He wants to flatten the other completely against his body, but he resists... instead only flexing his front paws over where he's still lightly gripping onto Ven's back just beneath his wings.]

[didneyworl]

[ The goldscales' response is a short chuff--nothing confrontational, mostly just restless as the other's paws dig at him. It's nowhere near as bad as the sensitive trills going through him when he feels his tip press between them, worse when Vanitas' own cock slides against it and teases a few more inches out before Ven expects it.

The end result is an anxious snort as he drops his chin over Vanitas' shoulder, wings rustling with a lack of any other part of himself to move. He could rock back--but he's not sure if he's allowed to do that just yet. ]

[showmeanguish]

[It wouldn't be unwelcome, but Vanitas of course can't read his mind. When he feels those extra few inches slide out, he opens his mouth, lips stretching back from his sharp teeth a bit as he tests the air. He can taste the pheromones being released by their arousal on the back of his palate, and it makes his pupils slit even further to mere black lines.

His hips give a stronger buck upwards, length sliding the last three inches from it's sheath, bumps rubbing firmly against the others cock as it springs out.]

[didneyworl]

[ At least Vanitas knows what to do with that smell; he's the one asserting himself here and Ven...is sure he should be on his front assuming a certain posture. Instead he's here and that tingle keeps getting more and more unbearable until he can't help whining, apologetically, because he's going to be wriggling his hips forward in what's admittedly an unpractised motion, but an eager one all the same as his cock frees itself to the halfway point.

Vanitas is all the way there and he can feel it--even the slight swell of his sheath is hard. Just not as slick as the rest of him, but that's fine with Ven. In no time at all he's going to be giving tiny little ruts of his hips, trying to nudge himself up into the crook of the blackscale's cock and stomach. ]

[showmeanguish]

[When he feels the smaller dragon's cock find it's niche along side his and his belly, he gives a whine of his own in the back of his throat and bucks himself upwards. He tail curls even tighter around the goldscale's, keeping him further in place along with the grip from his front paws.

Which, lighten up a little more. He's wary of digging his nails in too much, though it's hard to concentrate on that motion when there's so many jolts and small waves of pleasure coursing through his belly. He really wants to be in something, but the pressure and friction is enough for now. Enough for him to slide their wet cocks together, at least, in a growing rhythm.]

[didneyworl]

[ Ven's sorry for not having lady dragon parts. He would probably not be all that opposed to using them right now if he did--but since he has boy parts and he's found a rather wonderful way to use them he's going to do so rather enthusiastically as his nostrils flare. His eyes are finally turning to slits even if he keeps them near-closed. His gaze is distant and a little far-off even with the eager juts of his hips.

But the time his own ribbed cock has managed to work itself entirely free he's possibly even slicker than Vanitas, whining eagerly and feeling the same unhappy urge to put it somewhere. Catching between Vanitas' and his stomach only went so far, but it's still enough to build tension is his muscles and wings as they tuck in even closer to his body. ]