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It hasn’t been very long since the Almighty Dragonlord K’uhul Ajaw was first released from his imprisonment. He hasn’t had much time to engross himself in the new world, to familiarize himself with its surroundings. Of course, there’s been opportunities to explore the world and see how the terrain has changed, but its predominant inhabitants still remain somewhat of a mystery to him.
Not that he would ever be so considerate as to learn about lowly mortals! Ajaw has much better things to do in his free time. Such as, for instance, watching on in great amusement as pathetic humans helplessly suffer his wrath. They dare think so low of him? Well, then they pay with their souls, consumed all at once! Serves them right for even considering the idea that they could ever deceive him and reach his level of greatness.
But, he can’t really blame them. Humans are always striving for improvement in their current condition. This much he has come to learn. Even if it is to the detriment of other species, so long as it allows the human race to flourish, they shall foolishly indulge in their hubris. Then only doom shall await them. That is how it always has been, according to stories Ajaw has learned over the years of his freedom.
…Perhaps, to an extent, he does find their curiosity intriguing. If only for the fact that it can sometimes come at a crossroads between their and his own goals. Humans and dragons seem to share one thing in common — their strong will to survive. The determination to bare their teeth and thwart any perceivable threat so long as it ensures their survival and grants them greater luxury. That greed… it’s there. For a living thing is to be presumed dead if it does not seek.
By the grace of a phenomenon known as “cause and effect”, Ajaw has been granted with the opportunity to witness this human materialism up close. His servant, Kinich, is one with a keen eye for whatever it takes to survive. This self-preservation is one thing that has allowed them to remain tethered to each other beyond their deal made years ago — and it is maybe the first time in a long time that Ajaw has felt he has connected with someone.
He’d never admit that, though. After all, that would do nothing but tarnish and deface the reputation of the great K’uhul Ajaw.
It’s through Kinich that he’s learned quite a bit of humans. Their habits, instincts, rituals, anything that is uniquely “human” or, in Ajaw’s mind, not exactly imitated by other species. He has learned a fair amount of how they function, yet to say he’s had any hands-on experience would be… Well, he’s got to experience that someday! So what if it hasn’t happened yet!? It totally will!
With that said, though, again therein lies the fact he doesn’t know everything about humans. And, well, normally he wouldn’t even consider learning about them. They are just but measly pests to be stomped on, after all. But for the sake of ensuring that his servant remains a fine vessel for him to use in the end, among other things, Ajaw figures being even a little curious wouldn’t hurt.
Night has fallen, and he and Kinich have since retreated to the latter’s living quarters. Typically Ajaw would remain in his smaller pixelated form, but for the time being he’s decided to shift into his human-Saurian hybrid form. It’s here where this curiosity about how humans function in certain aspects began to arise.
He sits on the edge of the bed, strangely silent as Kinich remains opposite of him, changing into more comfortable sleepwear. There’s an urge that stirs within Ajaw to cast a glance over his shoulder and take a peek at his servant. He doesn’t suppress it, turning his head and taking in the sight of Kinich’s exposed bare back.
It’s quite muscly for someone of Kinich’s size. Proof of his hard work and dedication to his craft. His skill with fighting and traversing through rough terrain, all the more evident by the way his muscles flex slightly as he removes his shirt. Along the skin lies scars, too, some recent and some old. Perhaps even older than when Ajaw was first freed. Ajaw is rather curious about them, though it’s not the first time he’s seen this sight. He knows better than to ask, as Kinich never bothered to entertain him with an answer the previous times.
He hears the sound of a belt unbuckling, followed by the shuffling of pants being removed. Kinich’s legs, hidden from Ajaw’s view, kick off the rest of his garb. What Ajaw can see now is the last layer of clothing, Kinich’s briefs. His eyes can’t help but wander downward to Kinich’s behind, a slight convex shape covered by the dark fabric. He can peer at his thighs, too, getting the sense that they are soft and supple, yet strong all the same.
Dragons are greedy. At least, Ajaw is. He can’t tear his eyes away. He wants to know more about his servant, his body, which will soon one day be Ajaw’s body. It’s only right to familiarize himself with it, to learn about every inch of it.
He’s not entirely a fool, though. He knows well this feeling of hunger is far deeper than just greed. It’s a lust that threatens to consume. It’ll consume anyway, yet it may as well swallow Ajaw himself if he doesn’t do something about it soon. Yet, strangely, this is all rather… intimate. As is such an experience between humans who see each other like this. But, he doesn’t really understand why he of all things feels this way.
It frustrates him. The longer he spends with this human, the more he finds himself experiencing things entirely unfamiliar. Things such as “feelings” that would otherwise never have existed in the first place, if it weren’t for that fateful encounter. He wonders why, then, that he ever agreed to that deal in the first place. Maybe if he just held up his end of it right here and now, then…
“Do you mind? You’re staring.”
Ajaw is abruptly snapped out of his thoughts by the cool voice of Kinich. He jerks slightly, head turning back to face away from the man. Kinich now lays with his back against the pillows, dressed in his sleepwear and staring at Ajaw expectantly.
“Wha..?” Ajaw splutters at first. “Hmph! What, are we not allowed to simply assess the vessel that will one day belong to us!?”
He tries to convince himself that his tone is full of venom despite the little bit of wavering in his voice. But Kinich doesn’t press further. Instead, he simply sighs through his nose and turns his head away as well.
The lack of response only serves to aggravate Ajaw further. Now that such feelings and thoughts have burned themselves into his head, he’s not sure how he’ll be able to deal with it on his own. How humiliating that sounds, despite being the truth.
He huffs and lays down next to Kinich, not daring to even spare him another glance. But he both hears and feels the other cast his eyes on him anyway. Ajaw tries to focus on anything else, anything but this stupid servant of his. Anything but his undying curiosity to know more about Kinich’s body, to familiarize himself with it, to see what makes him feel good and see what tears him apart. He tries to control the flexing of his fingers and keep his draconic tail from thwacking against the mattress.
“Are you going to stay in that form all night?” Kinich asks. “You’re going to need to replenish your Phlogiston if you do.”
“I know how it works, you measly human!” Ajaw snaps, letting loose one tail thump. He grits his teeth and stifles an irritated groan. “Like I said, we are just curious about what it’s like to have a human body. That’s all. We want nothing more than to familiarize ourselves with it a little.”
He can feel the inspecting gaze of Kinich crossing over him. Ajaw wants to thrash around and scream. With his eyes on him like that, he’s not sure how long he can last!
“...You know.” Kinich inhales. “You’re kind of bad at this.”
“What?” Ajaw asks, head whipping to the side to look at Kinich incredulously.
“I’m not dumb. If you just want to have sex, say that.”
Ajaw nearly chokes on air. He stammers in confusion, anxiety, anger, excitement, yet feebly hopes it’s only passed off as amusement. “I— We— You— What!? What the fuck, Kinich!?” he finally exclaims, sitting upright and feeling himself get hot all over. “You— hahah, you seriously… You seriously think someone as pathetic and worthless as you deserves the right to copulate with me!? Give me a break!”
He breaks off into delirious laughter. He, once again, feebly hopes it’s passed off as nothing more than amusement. But Kinich has seen through him one too many times already.
“You’re not exactly subtle,” Kinich points out, voice flat and eyes focused. “I mean, I’m not experienced myself, but I’m not innocent either. You were clearly oggling at me earlier.”
“Pffhahahaha! How egocentric of someone as unworthy as you!” Ajaw cackles, almost maniacal. He really does feel as though he were actually losing it. Perhaps he is. He clutches his sides and bears a sharp grin in Kinich’s direction. “You certainly do make our life a lot more lively with your ridiculous ideas, servant.”
Kinich purses his lips and offers an expression that is nothing short of unamused. Then, he closes his eyes and shakes his head, sighing with exasperation. Ajaw barely notices, however, continuing to rant and rave in a means to soothe himself.
“I mean, imagine! Imagine how ridiculous that would be. You and I — servant and Lord — sharing such an intimate act together! Do you have even the slightest clue how badly that would tarnish the reputation of someone as great as us? No, no, clearly you can’t even possibly begin to fathom what ‘reputation’ is in the first place! You have none to uphold, anyway, for that matter, besides the ice-cold, dry, materialistic aggressor you portray yourself as. So why would someone like the great K’uhul Ajaw ever even consider stooping so low? The answer escapes us! Really, it—”
He breaks off into a muffled yelp of shock, as lips press against his, silencing any further rampage he could go on.
It’s warm, unfamiliar, yet inviting and that of which he almost instinctively returns all the same. Kinich’s face is so close to his, his eyes closed and hands gripping Ajaw’s shoulders. Ajaw’s tail, which had lost control and begun thwacking uncontrollably, now twitches and swishes over the mattress in both surprise and relief. Within moments his own hands find purchase on Kinich’s hips, pulling him in close, seizing this opportune moment to hold the man in his arms.
The flame of desire that has begun to burn within him only seems to brighten in intensity. One of Kinich’s hands finds its way up to Ajaw’s face, cupping his cheek, allowing for Ajaw to make a soft crooning noise at the gesture. His unusually long tongue protrudes from his mouth and prods at Kinich’s lips, desperate to enter, and almost immediately he’s let in, exploring the warm and wet cavern of this human’s mouth.
Every second that passes by satiates him, only for the following second to tempt him further. It’s a bottomless pit that he falls into, this desire; it sends him spiraling further and further into this primal attraction. It’s too late to save himself from this experience, but it’s not like he’d really want to be saved after all. All he would feel is itching frustration and disappointment that he’d let himself get this far only to sabotage it.
His grip on Kinich’s hips tighten as the human attempts to pull away for breath. Ajaw knows better than to prevent that, but his mind is an amalgam of pure desire at this point. He just wants to hold on to his treasure and never let go, lest it be taken from him and forever lost.
“Mm—” Kinich mumbles against him, breaking off briefly every now and then to catch his breath and murmur against him. “Haah— is this… what you wanted?”
Ajaw growls, a low rumble in his chest. Kinich dares to ask such a question when the answer is so glaringly obvious? What, does he want to torment him or something? Ajaw grazes his sharp teeth over Kinich’s bottom lip, his long tongue curled around the others’ for a moment longer before letting go.
He retracts, though trails his lips away from Kinich’s swollen pair and over his cheek, across his jawline and to his ear, taking the lobe between his lips and nibbling on it hungrily. His tail shivers from the way he hears Kinich’s breath hitch, prompting him to suck further on the soft flesh. Kinich’s hand retreats from his cheek to his shoulder again, slinging over him and angling his head to the side so that Ajaw has better access.
It intrigues him, this act of submission. Eyeing the unmarked skin of Kinich’s neck just below his earlobe, it stirs Ajaw on further. He moves his mouth further down, running his tongue along the skin until he finds a spot at the juncture between neck and collarbone for him to suck on. His lips envelop the area and suck with fervor, the fine edges of his teeth teasing Kinich.
He breathes in his scent, the overwhelming amount of stimulation absolutely divine. It’s warm and tangy, like a faint burn in the back of one’s throat, yet safe and comforting. He can’t hold back from sinking his teeth into the skin, marking Kinich as his, observing with lust the way Kinich jolts upon intrusion, only to fall limp in his hold, as though he were nothing more than a catch of prey. Ajaw croons again, rubbing circles into Kinich’s hips to soothe him, wanting this bite to last for just a few moments longer. Enough so that only a few drops of blood would shed.
Once he’s satisfied, Ajaw pulls his teeth off the mark and presses the flat of his tongue against it, sucking with dedication and the intent to leave a bruise. Kinich’s breathing has become rather ragged and desperate, his touch hot. He tries to stifle any and all sounds that escape him, the whimpers of pleasure and reciprocated desire for more. But Ajaw picks up on them, eager to give Kinich what they’re both wanting.
His hold on Kinich’s hips tighten once again and he flips the both of them around, pressing Kinich’s back into the pillows. Ajaw’s hands fall between Kinich’s legs and spread them apart by his thighs, relishing in the sharp inhale that escapes from the human. His mouth pulls off of Kinich’s neck with a wet pop, and he holds eye contact with him, their foreheads pressing together as a hand rests on Kinich’s thigh and the other slipping under his nightgown and beginning to testingly palm his clothed cock.
It’s half-hard already, and Ajaw can feel with how he swipes his thumb over the tip that Kinich is leaking, too. It only drives him further into this. Makes him want to claim Kinich all for himself already. Especially with how he feels Kinich tense, a strangled little sound escaping through his lips.
Ajaw is the one to kiss him this time, swallowing any further sounds Kinich may make. They are all for him and him only to hear, after all. Ajaw’s hand squeezes Kinich’s covered hard-on and it pulls another strained moan from him. All for Ajaw to drink up and savor, amidst the plethora of other sensations he’s feeling from Kinich.
His mind is still too full of lust to properly think, but he can be sure that this is how it should be going. Humans are more sensitive to such intimate acts, and an inter-species act such as this one would surely require greater care. It’s only within his right that Ajaw ensures his treasure remains in tact and well taken care of. And with the way that Kinich seems to be leaning up into him, eagerly returning his kisses and even slightly bucking his hips up into his touch, Ajaw is certain that he’s doing a fine job.
The moment carries on, with Kinich growing increasingly desperate for more. Ajaw is of the same mind, shushing the man’s needy whimpers and pulling his hand away to slip both under Kinich’s sleepwear, tugging at the waistband of his briefs. The fabric is pulled down, letting Kinich’s cock spring free, a string of fluid connecting the tip of his cock to his briefs. Ajaw breaks it off with a finger, letting Kinich kick his briefs all the way off as Ajaw licks his own digit clean and tastes Kinich’s precum.
Ajaw gets settled more comfortably between Kinich’s legs, pulling one of the pillows over and placing it under his ass. He pushes his legs apart by the thighs again, watching the way his fully-erect cock rests against the flat of his stomach and how his hole exposes itself to Ajaw. It leaves Ajaw’s mouth nearly watering as he licks his lips hungrily. Looking at Kinich, he takes in the sight of his expression.
Face and cheeks flushed pink, his lips swollen and glistening from saliva. His eyes glazed over by need and mouth parted slightly to take in breaths. The way he looks at Ajaw, so full of trust and desire, it does nothing but ignite a more fierce passion within Ajaw.
A passion which is intent on having Kinich tonight, devouring him, claiming him as his. If he doesn’t act on it, it could very well drive him insane, like it could any other being. Kinich is his. His. He has to have him. To know him.
“A… Ajaw,” Kinich stammers, breathless.
Ajaw looks at him expectantly.
“Use… your fingers,” Kinich tells him. “Use them first. I k-know you’re impatient, but… I might not be able to… to take it, if you don’t.”
He knows Kinich is probably right. It’s important to take good care of his treasure. Carefully, Ajaw brings a hand down to Kinich’s hole and—
“Wait…!”
Ajaw growls, impatient as predicted. Kinich huffs and shakily reaches down to grab Ajaw’s wrist. Despite the confused rumbling sound Ajaw makes, Kinich continues on, bringing his hand up to his mouth. Then, parting his lips, takes three of his fingers in his mouth.
The sight is obscene. It’s downright filthy, even. But Kinich just does it like it’s no problem. Ajaw scoffs low, almost in disbelief at the fact Kinich doesn’t have any experience. How could he know to do such a thing if he’d never engaged in this sort of act before…?
Leaving the question unanswered, Ajaw takes care to plunge his fingers into Kinich’s mouth even deeper. Tail swishing at the wet warmth that closes around them as Kinich begins lathering them up with his tongue. The growing heat and tightness in Ajaw’s own briefs are becoming evermore apparent, and he’s unable to fight back thoughts of how even more warm and wet Kinich’s hole would feel around him when it’s time.
He could get lost in this, were it not for the need to experience even more than this. Ajaw lets Kinich wet up his fingers just a bit longer, perhaps indulgently so, pushing so deep into his mouth he feels as though he’s nearing the back of his throat. But before he can get any more carried away, Ajaw’s pulling them out and letting Kinich breathe.
But he barely gives his chest any time to rise and fall more rhythmically before dragging his hand down to between his legs. Cupping his balls to lift them and allow himself access, Ajaw takes great care as he prods at Kinich’s entrance with one finger to start with. His gaze is focused on Kinich’s fluttering hole as he attempts to push in, being carefully allowed inside, but almost as though the man were sucking him in.
It’s even warmer than his mouth, Ajaw thinks. Just the thought of that around both his cocks makes him shudder… Yet nothing compares to the sensations Kinich must be experiencing, with the way he flutters and clenches, stifling his airy moans. Ajaw can sense that he must be pleasured from all this, a warmth of pride blooming within himself. Knowing that he’s the one to make Kinich feel this way, the only one… It makes his head spin with possessive instinct.
He’s pushed his finger all the way inside now, releasing his other hand and letting Kinich’s cock relax a bit. Just a peek at it allows him to see a bit of precum having since leaked onto his stomach. Ajaw can barely hide the satisfied smirk that plasters itself onto his face, licking his lips again. Kinich wants this just as bad as him, doesn’t he? How perfect of an arrangement this is, then.
Working against Kinich’s walls and stretching him open, Ajaw squeezes his thigh soothingly with his free hand. Then he brings it up under his nightgown and trails it over his torso, eventually reaching one of his nipples. Deviously, he brushes his thumb over the erect nub, watching as Kinich inhales sharply again. His head tilts back and he flutters around Ajaw’s finger, groaning low. It spurs Ajaw onward, teasing his nipple to help distract from the intrusion, circling it before pinching it between his fingers.
“A-ah… Ajaw…” Kinich hisses, biting his bottom lip to stifle his sounds more.
Ajaw can’t find it in himself to speak intelligibly, instead resorting to rumbling growls and croons to communicate. He adds a questioning tone to his noises, seeking to know what Kinich is trying to say.
“M-mmh… More,” Kinich tells him, with a punctuated clench around his finger.
If more is what his treasure wants, then more he shall give. Ajaw rolls Kinich’s nipple between his fingers some more as he draws his second finger up to prod at Kinich’s hole again. He watches intently as the man huffs and whines quietly in relief, his hole welcoming him in a second time. Ajaw carefully worms his second digit inside and, now with two fingers, feels even more of Kinich’s warmth.
It’s interesting, he blearily thinks, how even just from this it appears that Kinich is coming undone already. Ajaw wonders if all humans are this sensitive, or perhaps he just struck gold that fateful day. In this moment, he doesn’t regret that deal. Getting to see Kinich like this… Maybe that’s what this has all been about after all. And now, he’s not sure he’ll ever be able to let go. Only he should be allowed to have Kinich in this way. No one else.
That possessive itch kicks into overdrive as he begins scissoring Kinich open, stretching him even further. His other hand still works at his nipple, watching as Kinich grows more and more blissed out. He can see a hint of drool dribbling down past his lip and chin, and Ajaw takes a moment to lean in and lap it up, kissing the corner of Kinich’s mouth as he does so. He offers another reassuring croon, thrusting his fingers in and out of the hunter’s hole, plunging deeper every time he presses in.
Ajaw grows all the more curious to see what breaks Kinich here. He knows that there must be the height of pleasure for humans, and he’s intent on finding Kinich’s. His fingers work their way in and out, thrusting deep, still in their scissoring motion.
Sneakily, he draws up his third and final finger, thrusting it into Kinich with little warning and little trouble. Kinich gasps, bucking his hips, and Ajaw fucks him with unmatched eagerness. He’s sure that his head isn’t the only one that’s spinning, watching the way Kinich suddenly rolls his eyes back and lets out an uncharacteristically loud sound. It’s right then and there that Ajaw’s fingers have pressed up into something, and he’s sure that he’s finally found it.
He keeps going, brushing the tips of his fingers against the wall, feeling how Kinich flutters around him erratically and grinds down on his fingers. His cock twitches against his stomach, length swollen red and leaking even more than before.
Kinich is nothing more than a mess of pure ecstasy and strangled sounds. It’s incredible. Ajaw’s never seen him like this at all. He wants to keep the both of them here, pleasuring Kinich until the end of time, filling him up and claiming him as his without any possible threat of someone or something coming in and taking the moment away from them. His own cocks feel like they’re about to burst at the sight.
He wonders how much more of this Kinich can take before something in him finally snaps. That “peak” of his ecstasy… Oh, how Ajaw craves to see it with his own eyes. Desperate himself, his hand moves away from Kinich’s nipple to wrap around his cock, squeezing and pumping fast and without a care. He doesn’t relent on his thrusts either, jamming his fingers right up into that sweet spot. Again and again, he plunges deep.
It’s so much. He’s not sure he could ever get enough of this. His cocks aren’t even inside of Kinich yet, and he’s already feeling as though he’s claimed him. His movements don’t stop, urging Kinich on with his unintelligible, unusual yet pleasured sounds. Until…
Kinich finally snaps.
The heat that had been pooling in his gut releases, spilling onto his stomach and onto Ajaw’s hand. His hole spasms and clenches, his whole body shuddering almost violently. He’s panting, breathless, hoarse from his unusually high-pitched moans. His hands are gripping the sheets, knuckles white from the intensity and toes curling. Desperately he chases after the high, grinding down impossibly fast.
What a sight.
Ajaw remains in sync with Kinich’s rhythm, going until he’s ridden out his orgasm almost entirely. His thrusts come to a halt and his hand pulls away from his cock, fingers retreating from his hole. Kinich is still working to catch his breath, and Ajaw scrambles to remove his own clothes, freeing his two fully-erect cocks.
Kinich doesn’t seem to register them at first, still dazed from such an intense rush of sensation. But when he does, he blinks and his eyes widen slightly, still-shallow breath hitching. Ajaw rumbles low, tail twitching, arms coming to wrap around Kinich and bring him in close.
He positions himself so that his cocks are right up against Kinich’s stretched hole. Kissing at his jaw and nibbling along the skin, Ajaw takes the base of his lengths in hand while still holding Kinich with his other arm, prodding his entrance with his tips. He feels Kinich’s hole spasm, still sensitive from before, a stifled whimper escaping the man. But Kinich does nothing to resist, instead opening himself up to take Ajaw as best he can.
Crooning in heated delight, Ajaw pushes in, the heads of both his cocks being greeted with an immediate warmth. He growls in relief and pleasure; it really is better than he could have imagined, he thinks dazedly. Kinich is stifling his own sounds still, and Ajaw litters his jaw with more kisses to soothe him. Even after all that, it’s still his top priority to ensure that his treasure is in good shape. Kinich huffs and focuses on trying to steady his breathing, leaving Ajaw left with continuing to push inside.
He keeps going, the girth of both his cocks at once rather overwhelming. But there’s no sign of stopping from either party. He slides in with relative ease, though slow as to not overwhelm himself either, going until he’s all the way in. Carefully he cups Kinich’s thighs and brings them up so that his legs can wrap around Ajaw’s waist. Then, they wait a moment, Ajaw allowing Kinich to catch his breath some more.
In the meantime, Ajaw nuzzles at Kinich, offering soothing kisses and low rumbles that could perhaps even be seen as purring. Thankfully it helps Kinich stay calm and adjust. He weakly cups Ajaw’s face and kisses him messily, Ajaw returning the kiss immediately. It’s sloppy, but intimate, and genuine.
“Ajaw…” Kinich breathes against his lips, prompting Ajaw to look at him curiously. He sees the man smile a bit; a rare sight. “Heh… Where’s your pride gone? H-here you are… Taking care of me. You’ve hardly spoken, either.”
It’s still not easy for Ajaw to speak. He’s already used up quite a bit of Phlogiston maintaining this form and performing such an activity. If he were to use any more energy to speak, he’s not sure if he’d last long enough in this form.
Instead, he resorts to low rumbles. He’s doubtful Kinich could understand him, but… There’s no point in maintaining pride where none else can see it. You can see me at my most vulnerable, but I can see you at yours, too. You may be my future vessel… and your soul mine to take… But, to be of such a selection makes you treasure. And dragons must guard their treasure.
Kinich stares at him, blinking slowly. His eyes then close for a moment and reopen a heartbeat or two later, his expression still soft. “I… guess I shouldn’t question it,” he rasps. “I’m just glad to share this moment with you.”
Ajaw purrs again, nosing Kinich with affection and his tail swaying side to side happily. Perhaps he wasn’t exactly understood, but he gets the sense that at least something was correctly communicated.
They stay like that for a few moments more, until Kinich gestures to Ajaw to get started. Ajaw, almost having gotten lost in pure bliss, takes a moment to get back into momentum. But once he starts, there’s no going back.
He thrusts both his cocks in and out at a reasonable pace to start with, all things considered. It’s still rather intense for Kinich, who’s quickly brought back into the moment, hole clenching and fluttering around Ajaw. Ajaw hisses low, growling possessively as he holds onto Kinich. He relishes in the heat that envelops him, the smells and sights and sensations all finally sating his what once were thought to be endless desires.
Kinich takes him good, and again it leads Ajaw to wonder just how inexperienced he really is. But the thought crosses his mind that perhaps Kinich had tested on himself instead, and the mental image of such a scenario only adds to the pool of heat beginning to collect in Ajaw’s gut. It makes him keep going; it drives him to thrust faster, deeper.
Burying his face in Kinich’s shoulder, Ajaw presses his mouth to his neck again, sucking on the flesh and taking in his scent and taste as he fucks him into the mattress. Kinich is naught but an amalgam of pleasure and desperation again, his sounds as Ajaw plunges deeper into him with every thrust only growing in volume and intensity. Ajaw can barely hear the sounds of skin slapping on skin over Kinich’s sounds.
He’s not used to hearing him so loud like this. In fact, not used to experiencing Kinich like this at all. But he wants more. He wants to keep having him like this. To further familiarize himself with Kinich’s body — to know what makes him cum, what makes him emit such special sounds only Ajaw can pull from him. He’s sure that Kinich will let him, if this night is anything to go by. But, dazed as he is, he doesn’t care to think too far ahead, driven only by his need to claim Kinich once and for all.
Kinich is so warm. So good. He sounds and tastes and smells so good, so divine. Ajaw isn’t sure how much longer he can last, pistoning his cocks in and out of Kinich with near-reckless abandon, dead set on reaching his own peak. But he can feel the wall that he’d been slamming into with his fingers before, and feels the way Kinich spasms around him and jolts in his arms. Hears the way Kinich yelps and whines desperately. Needing more, wanting more.
“Ajaw, Ajaw…” Kinich sobs. Ajaw can’t believe his eyes and ears. He’s too good.
It’s not long now. Ajaw just has to keep going, has to keep thrusting, keep fucking Kinich like he’s doing. Growling with great possessiveness, the heat within him blossoms forth. With one final thrust, his cocks make one last slam, and this time it’s his turn for something inside him to snap.
Ajaw groans, low and rumbling, almost like it were a snarl, as he spills inside Kinich. He fills him up, and it’s almost as though Kinich is milking his cocks with the way his own hole spasms from orgasm at the constant assault on his sweet spot. Ajaw holds him so tight, so close, never wanting to let go. Biting into Kinich’s neck again and making him go somewhat limp as Ajaw rides out his orgasm and fills him to the brim.
After a few long moments, he sucks on the mark, soothing it with his tongue. Kinich whimpers and trembles from overstimulation, clinging to Ajaw and weakly grinding down against his cocks. Ajaw hisses at the sensation, but indulges Kinich just a bit longer, letting him have his share of ecstasy.
Then, when they’ve both settled, Ajaw lets his weight rest on top of Kinich, still inside him. He rumbles low against Kinich’s chest, again like a purr, tail wrapping over the both of them. Kinich’s arm tiredly comes up to wrap over Ajaw and hold him.
They stay like that for awhile. Neither of them are really sure how long. But after a certain point, Ajaw decides to pull out once he’s softened up. With a bit of hissing and pained grunts from both of them respectively, he manages to slip both out and roll onto the opposite side of Kinich. It’s then that Ajaw, catching his breath, abandons this human-Saurian hybrid form and opts for his smaller pixelated form.
He climbs atop Kinich’s chest, laying flat on top of him and curling up to rest there. Kinich’s hand comes to rest over him, almost like a blanket compared to his size in this form. It’s warm and safe and feels nice.
“Ajaw…” Kinich mumbles, voice hoarse still.
Ajaw makes a questioning sound.
“Tomorrow… You’re cleaning this up.”
Ajaw tenses and growls. He feels himself heat up, like he's full of Pyro energy all of a sudden. The nerve of this man! He has half a mind to chew him out for dropping that on him after such an exhaustive and intimate exchange. What’s his damage, huh!? Ajaw would love to know!
But, much to his surprise, Kinich just quietly laughs. “I’m just kidding,” he tells him. “Don’t worry. You should rest. I’ll take care of it.”
Huffing and settling back down, Ajaw relaxes. That’s much better…
…But, well, maybe when he’s replenished his Phlogiston, he’ll help out. It couldn’t hurt.