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Durin was quite new to many things. He didn't consider this a shameful thing, but perhaps a bit motivating to catch up with the others in his life. It was a strange juxtaposition to be in as both halves of his being, regardless of intent, were quite innocent beings. A storybook character and a lost child of darkness, he often struggled to understand certain aspects of intimacy despite his cravings for it.
The first time he'd gotten hard, he knew what was on a scientific level. He knew the names, the functions, the parts and processes to making it happen and go away— but not what to do with it in actual process. Wanderer, for all their sharp opinions and words, went actively silent at the sight of his pants barely able to keep his cock in check.
"Sorry," he said quickly, noting the way their cheeks dusted pink.
"Don't apologize," they said flatly. "You didn't do anything wrong."
They quickly exited the room despite the words and Durin began to wonder if perhaps they'd lied for his sake. Maybe he did do something wrong.
This happened occasionally when they interacted, but never over any specific thing. It was awkward for both of them, given how close they used to be. There had been times when skinship hardly mattered between the two of them, but with this new form and its mindless interactions with the other, that had all but ceased.
"I think I'm sexually attracted to you," he said, trying to quell the raging erection that had interrupted a normal conversation. "Albedo warned I may have some more animalistic urges in response to my draconic side, but I am not sure this is what he meant."
Wanderer did not respond. In fact, they appeared to ignore it. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Emotions were complicated, of that he was certain.
Durin assumed that to be the end of the conversation.
He had thought little else of it as he went in to speak to Albedo about the matter, painstakingly allowing his findings to be recorded for verification and scientific purposes. While they may have been similar in composition, the two homunculus were quite different in every other way. In some ways it even went down to the matter of soul.
"You may be experiencing desire for a mate," they told him, in that same passive tone as always. Albedo could discuss all matter of things with this level of calm, the weather, the abyss, natural disasters, and apparently the breeding habits of dragons. "I will reach out to my contacts in Natlan and see if they have any insight. I will not name you."
"Thank you, Albedo. Should I take any precautions around Hat Guy?"
"Perhaps if it makes them uncomfortable. You would need to ask."
He nodded. That was a simple enough. That he could understand. Communication did tend to have its perks, even if the subjects were what some humans found embarrassing. While neither of them were human, Wanderer was far more acclimated to a human lifestyle. Still, he doubted this would be a problem.
Durin, with fully good intentions, decided the best time to discuss it would be that night. Leaving his own place of dwelling to find theirs, he noted a particular scent as he approached. Salty, yet somewhat peaty, he recognized their natural perfumes but something about it seemed odd. Wanderer usually smelled earthy and almost floral, but this reminded him more of mossy- thick and heady but still not repugnant. In a strange way, he almost found it sweet in the same way an overripened fruit did.
Even more so he could feel his body reacting to it viscerally. It took several minutes to calm himself before he could even reach the door. Giving a light knock, he could hear a clatter inside that sounded as if something was falling. If he did not know better, he would have called it a crash.
Calling out their name, he did not receive a response. Something primal flicked within him that disguised itself as concern. Opening the door, he tried calling again as he entered the space.
I like rustling came from the far bedroom, curiously, he was drawn toward it like a moth to the flame. The scent was stronger now, but thankfully he was able to ignore some of the more concerning functions of his body's response to it.
That was, until he saw the source.
A pair of tiny dragon wings, suspended on black and red lace sat squarely between pale shoulders. When sharp purple eyes turned to see him in mild horror, he was given a full view of what appeared to be a bralette, leaving nothing to the imagination but granting everything of it. Small horns decorated a headband that parted their bangs, little half gloves made of the similar black material went up to their elbows. Even more curious was a pair of panties that were tangled around their ankles, and it was not more than a few seconds of observation to find out the sound he had heard was them falling because of the same. Apparently the little faux tail that was attached to the design was quite cumbersome to move in. They'd gotten on a pair of stockings that made their legs look shiny and sparkly up to the mid-thigh, however.
Durin was that a complete loss how to respond to this visual stimulation.
"You don't have to stare," The other tried to hiss.
"I'm just trying to figure out the purpose of this... garment?" Admittedly, he was not sure that it could even be called that.
"Isn't it obvious?" They bit out, brows lowering into a glare.
He held his natural desire to respond that if it was, he would not need to ask. Something about that seemed that it would not be the answer they wanted. "I am just trying to understand."
"You," they pointed at him, shuffling a bit to be seated more properly, "are a dragon. You pop a boner nearly every time see me lately and then you tell me you find me sexually attractive. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what you want."
"Not entirely a dragon."
"Oh excuse me, I forgot you're partly a stuffed toy."
He frowned, not sure if that should insult him or not. It was true to some degree.
"But dragons have mating cycles and breeding partners... So I thought... I was trying to maybe help."
"Help?" He echoed the word, finally taking in the full ensemble and the implications. They were dressed... As a sexually promiscuous... Dragon.
"Yes. Help. Do you want it or don't you?"
Want it?
Durin had never thought about it. As wanderer picked themselves off the floor, panties still bunches at their ankles, he could smell the scent of their... Was he smelling their genitals?
His cock was so hard it hurt, suddenly. Resisting the urge to whine, he sucked in a breath and tried to focus on the question. They were offering to help him. What did that mean exactly?
"I..." He tried to verbalize, spit pooling on his tongue as the flavor of the air, their scent, hit his tongue. Was that normal? Bringing a hand to his face, he tried to muffle it. "What do you mean... Help? What does that mean?"
They what they looked at him wasn't frustration, but something akin to impatience and pouting. Were they annoyed? "You need a partner. I'm giving you that partner."
"I don't understand," he managed out, his teeth feeling too sharp for his mouth now. He needed to bite something. It was if they itched...
"Well..." They said looking him up and down, somehow confident and almost bratty despite only wearing a thin piece of lace on their upper half, stockings, and gloves. Their eyes fixated on his poorly concealed erection. "It doesn't seem you do."
Durin shifted on his heel, hiding half of his body sheepishly, still trying to breathe as his tail curled a little between his legs.
"Just come here already," Wanderer reached out and took his wrist, tugging him forward and closer to the bed. Sitting down at the edge, they made themselves level with his waist while skillfully tugging at his pants, unfastening his belt and the bottom half of his vest to reveal warm skin.
A hand slid up to his bare hip and Durin felt something in him become desperate and hungry. Like flicking a switch, he suddenly knew the term "want" on a personal, visceral level.
Saying nothing, they continued to work at his pants, eventually getting them loose enough it felt as if he wasn't confined, then falling away from him. Durin took a greedy gulp of air as he looked down, taking in the sight of his penis breaking the image of Wander's outfit, blotting out the black lace like a censor.
"Wow," they said, looking it over. "You're bigger than I expected and what is this shape..?"
He didn't know how to respond, and not wanting to dissuade them, he just didn't. How was he supposed to know what the shape of his cock was compared to everyone else? Was that normal thing to know?
"I assume you've never had sex before?" the questioned jarred him from his own.
Sex. Coupling. Mating. Breeding. Durin pressed the base of his palm above his brow as the words flooded him. Had he? As Mini Durin, most definitely not... But he wasn't sure about the rest of him. He seemed to almost know it too well to say no. "Definitely not in this form."
"That's fine," they said easily, as if this were just another thing. "Should I assume you know what to do with it?"
He nodded, shifting to let his pants fall to his ankles as well, leaving the two of them similarly exposed now. His tail flicked with interest, the thought coming to press them into the sheets and chase the thick smell in the air.
He wanted it.
He didn't even fully understand 'it' but every fiber of his body and soul as attuned in need to the point his mind felt blank otherwise.
Wanderer flicked their head to the side, tossing their bangs aside and tucking some back with one hand as the other found his hip. Durin had mere seconds before something hot, wet, and soft traced a line up his erection. Inhaling sharply, his wings spread just a little as the shock of pleasure destroyed whatever rational thought he had left.
Looking down, the ridges of his cock were the same color as their cheeks, flushed a healthy shade of rose red. Small, slender fingers curled around him, forming almost a complete ring before stroking up and down the length as they lapped at the pointed tip.
Durin wasn't sure what to do with his hands, feeling awkward to have them in the air but unsure where to sit them down. Somehow sensing this conundrum, the other hand came up to guide one to their hair giving him where to put it but taking post at his hip again.
Indigo eyes flicked up briefly, taking in his heated expression as his hips rolled experimentally. The underside of his dick proceeded to glide over the flat of their tongue, coating it in what he knew was cowper fluid. He'd gotten it on his clothes enough to learn the name, and that it was more well known as 'precum.'
Wanderer matched this, apparently taking it as a challenge and cupping his testicles as they allowed him to slip to the back of their throat with what was some form of sinful grace. Durin was the one who almost choked, given a taste of their cock buried in something hot and wet, a gentle suck teasing the tightness he now knew he craved. His fingers curled, nails scraping the back of their scalp as perfect locks fell through the digits like silk.
Bobbing their head, he could feel every movement on two angles, their mouth offering him a pleasure he barely knew how to process. His wings gave pitiful flaps to match the slow roll of his hips, cupping Wanderer's skull. They went still, tugging his hip to encourage him to take over the motion and he didn't need to ask, rocking onto the balls of his feet as he thrust into their mouth.
He sucked in a breath, holding it for only a second before releasing. A low rumble came from the back of his throat he barely recognized as his own voice, licking at his teeth as his eyes refused to focus on anything. A wet, squelching sound around his cock had him look down and take in the stretched lips, wet lashes fanning as his length disappeared, lacy hands framing the base and anticipating the next.
Cursing wasn't something he usually thought of. It was still foreign to his growing vocabulary, but at this moment it was all he could think of. Nothing else seemed suitable as he felt something in him building, growing in intensity with a white hot intensity much like fire. Wanderer gave a slight sound as his pace increased.
He was going to ejaculate down their throat, he realized. Yet he couldn't bring himself to stop. The slight gagging sound as his ridges popped in and out of their lips became intoxicating. His other hand found the the first, lacing together at the back of their neck and holding it steady as he leaned forward, trying to fit as much of himself in them as possible.
Wanderer was choking, he noted that even before he started to cum. His lungs stuttered as he began to release, fangs hissing on the heavy breaths as he twitched, a single heartbeat passing before his ejaculate flooded their mouth. He watched in a strange fascination as their cheeks bulged, eyes wetting with unfallen tears from the intensity of the shock.
Remembering to release them, he watched in a hazy wonder as they slipped off him, leaning back with one hand on the bed to cough and wheeze. It was okay, his mind told him, they would be fine... They were so good at this.
"A warning would be nice," they bitched.
It would be. He could agree to that, slowly slipping closer.
"What are you— are you not done?"
Words were complicated. The question didn't need answering, he thought. Closing his eyes, he simply nuzzled their pulse, listening to the way they tried to breathe as his seed cooled on their tongue.
That wouldn't do. It needed to stay warm. He needed it to stay warm... Somewhere hot and wet. He knew where—
"What are you doing— hey! Durin!"
A hand yanked at his horn and pushed him back, it was only then he came fully aware of his position, cock hard and heavy, poised over their body and dripping with need. He had them laid out, now... The way their thighs parted to prevent from being pinned only gave him more access, the scent of their sex driving him insane. Petrichor... peat... the scent of wet wood and a forest after the rain, laced in a strange sweetness he didn't understand- yet did, somehow.
"You're aroused," he said, licking his teeth. "I can smell it."
Wanderer's expression ticked in confusion, disgust, and possible concern. "You—"
"You offered to be my mate," he managed out, voice darker than he would like it to be. "You even dressed the part."
"I was... I was just—"
"I accept."
Durin wasn't sure what came over him as he chased them up the duvet, splitting their legs and slotting between them. He all but pounced on the pale body, rocking his hips up to slide his cock into their waiting slit. They made a sound he didn't recognize, something of a yelp as they tried to push him back, growling a demand to be slower— that it was too big—
It wouldn't last.
His hips acted of their own accord, immediately fucking into the tight, wet heat of the body beneath him. A cry left them that quickly dissolved into something else, the peak of their sex standing at attention and throbbing as their walls clenched on him. Their head fell back with a gasp, apparently already overwhelmed just from the sensation of having Durin inside them.
Wanderer was not quiet, he noted somewhere in the haze of pure pleasure. His cock was carving their body open, every ridge popping in and out of their messy hole with a loud, obscenely slick sound. Durin inhaled the sent of their combined lust, licking at his teeth as he stretched into the sensations like a content cat. Humping into them more bestial than loving, he could feel his last bits of humanity in the hour fraying.
"Durin—" they hissed, syllables breaking over the words between each thrust. "You fucker, I'll kill you."
Empty threats, he knew. Stroking his tongue up the side of their neck, the salt of sweat was akin to ambrosia. His wings lifted behind him, the last snaps and clasps of his shirt falling open at the slight tension. This was his mate, he confirmed as he looked down at the pliant body taking him, little horns still perched on their head in an attempt to match his. Their entire form rocked off his hips as he punched the air from their lungs. He could feel a resistance deep within, clawing at the sheets as he recognized what it was.
Hot. Tight. Wet. Soft. Durin thoughts turned to simple sentences and partial syllables, barely forming as it bled into the next, yet all forming a primal praise for his mate. They took him so well. Their womb would too.
The sensation of orgasm crept up quicker this time, and somewhere in the lust he remembered the little command. Speaking their name was all the warning he could give as he pressed his nose to their pulse, nuzzling and licking the hot skin for sustenance, tipping his head, he allowed his horns to brush across their fake ones-- effectively knocking them to the pillows to be lost somewhere. They didn't complain as his pace turned more erratic, deep and purposeful. Legs curled around his hips, welcoming him deeper to try and satisfy the urges of his nature, allowing him to flood their cervix with virile seed in hope, somehow, it would take in the puppet's frame. Impossible. He knew scientifically, logically. Yet something deep and primal craved that could be challenged.
As his breathing began to level again, he could finally hear Wanderer's panting, the bralette rising and falling as the perky nipples set it off balance, one shoulder half off. Politely, he attempted to slide it back into place. It was the one simple act of clarity he could make sense of. The world still felt disjointed as his cock soaked in the velvet heat, a bit tighter around the base— a knot? Did he have one of those?
"Fuck you," a tired voice growled in a hollow malice.
Durin turned his head to the exhausted but still coherent scholar and wandering entity. He knew little of their past, but somehow he understood this was a new experience for them as their legs shook around his hips, occasional violent twitches giving away that he'd done them a great service. At least for the moment, it seemed that way. The fact they could still form a sentence, even half of one, somehow bothered him.
"Get out of me," they protested weakly, flapping a hand against his shoulder.
Looking down at where they were still joined. He noted that it was still... Too tight. A light testing tug had them both nearly reeling. "I can't."
"Fuck you and your fat cock," they bit out, both hands came to the pretty, flushed face, trying to hide how their bottom lip quivered and it was still difficult to breathe. "Out."
Carefully, Durin shook his head and leaned back and folded one of their knees in, allowing their legs to come together awkwardly as he shifted behind them and held the lithe frame more gently. Every movement sent shocks of pleasure up his spine, reminding him how much he had done and could still do— his entire cock throbbing in the warmth of their body.
He didn't resist the animalistic urge to lick at their neck, nuzzling and giving a purring sound in delight as his cum warmed their guts. He had never been more aware of his body, the muscles of his inner thighs worked well as his balls felt as if they were pulsing, urging him to empty them again already. He tried to distract himself with less physical things, glancing around the room and at their shoulders.
The little wings of their costume had been nearly crushed. Durin lifting one hand to toy with one, attempting to reset the pathetic little wire.
"Last time I try to roleplay with your dragon ass," Wanderer mumbled, bitterly seething about how good they'd been fucked.
"Roleplay?" He questioned, voice still disjointed. His fingers continued to aimlessly mess with the wingtip, perfecting it carefully. "Is that what this was?"
"Why else would I wear something this stupid?" they huffed.
"So it was pretend, then?" He asked, pausing.
"Well no—"
Durin was carefully still.
"I just... It was to get you in the mood. If I dressed up as a dragon, I thought your instincts would accept me as one."
Durin moved carefully, purposefully as his fingers curled around the column of Wanderer's throat, forcing their chin up so he could lean over their shoulder. Kissing was something he didn't fully understand yet, but felt correct in this instance. The flavor of himself was still on their lips but he didn't care as he all but wrenched their spine to make sure he could fully taste it.
A grunted protest came from the other but they didn't make much effort to stop him, finally breaking away to breathe and try to pull away— they tried to speak but no intelligent words came out with the pathetic effort to put distance between them.
Durin rapidly decided he hated that, and he realized why they were trying to escape as his cock hardened fully, the beginnings of his knot rapidly dissipating for the rush of blood to the entire length. The shift in his arousal was almost dizzying.
"No—" they tried to protest, but not in a way that sounded serious. More exasperated and tired. "Not again!"
"Please?" he all but begged, holding their hips as his erection spurred back to life. "You feel so good."
"Duri—" he yanked their body into his with a low hum of satisfaction as their ass pressed to his hips, fully sheathing his cock to kiss their womb again. "Nnnn—"
They liked that, he decided. His teeth grazed the curve of their shoulder as he gave another deep thrust, letting the momentum carry until he was in a smooth pace. His wings flicked to lay across the mattress, helping him up as he pushed the doll to a position face down, allowing them to rest with a cheek against the pillows as he humped the warm body beneath him.
This angle felt different, he noted. Like animals in heat, he could feel the head of his cock completely claiming the soft body. Every bump and ridge where they were connected. His cock all but disappeared beneath the soft curves of the ass, a dull slap becoming a pattern in his ears against the two heartbeats. Their spine arched beneath his hand as he traced it, flesh ricocheting beneath his palm as he tugged on one of the little lace wings, threatening to tear it.
"Pretty," he numbly muttered, half moaning their name. "You're so pretty...."
He wasn't sure what came over him as they whined his in return. All the energy he thought he lost came back with a vengeance, his hands found pressure points, keeping them pinned to the sheets as he resumed what they had started. He could think of little else beyond rutting into his alleged 'mate.' His sweet bed partner that was willing to take his draconic natures in stride. Every thrust of his hips was a slap, loud and wet until it became too quick to truly discern them apart, the entire frame of the bed shaking from the force and speed. Durin's breath fanned their neck, stuttered with the sound of joined moans and gasps for air. He couldn't stop himself if he tried, completely gone in an ancient desire to breed and fuck.
At some point, Wanderer stopped trying to speak. Their voice tapered into pitched whines and heavy moans, sanity torn apart as another orgasm ripped through them and tried to milk his cock dry. Lines formed on the perfect frame, lit from within and showing him the seams of their body. In some strange way- a shadow was cast inside their flesh, allowing him to see how deep he was, where their body could no longer take more of him. His knot began to inflate, he allowed them both the same pleasures as his ridges before it, a louder sound echoing over the wanton moans as it popped in and out of their wet cunt, dripping with mixed spend and slick.
As it finally became too thick to move as much. He jacked his hips in short, hard bursts, knocking against the tight ring of their cervix as his cock scrubbed his own cum for a fresh batch. Clicks and growls left his throat and Durin felt his spinal ridge press to the back of his open coat. This was it, he thought, mouthing over the glowing symbol of electro at their neck with a quiet ask that couldn't be answered.
His teeth sank into the warm flesh as his seed did, holding the pliant body of his partner to him as tightly as he could, wings quivering as his load completely drowned their insides, as close to the second entrance as he was allowed and pumping his hips against it as he fought the sheets for traction. Inhaling their scent like a drug in order to breathe, Durin could think of little else.
There was no response and he almost wondered if he'd actually hurt them, opening his eyes and leaning carefully over their shoulder to try and see— only to realize the complete opposite. Wanderer looked drugged, completely incoherent with blown pupils and hair sticking to their swollen bottom lip. Tears streaked the flushed, heated cheeks and there was absolutely no recognition in their eyes.
Cute.
Durin found this cute.
His tail swayed as he took in the complete mess he'd made of his mate.
A purring click rumbled from the back of his throat, nuzzling in close as they swallowed in a breath and started to come to. "Thank you," he praised, peppering the bite with soft kisses. "Thank you."
"I'll fucking kill you," they managed out, tongue numb and failing to full pronounce the harder syllables. "Fucking dragon..."
"You said once before," he reminded them. "But isn't this fun?"
If this was how Wanderer wanted to kill him? He'd welcome it, he thought as his tail curled delicately to hold their ankle and wings folded to form something of a blanket over them both. He continued to nuzzle and lick, finally feeling satisfied and a deep comfortableness he couldn't explain.
Any and every day he was allowed.