He presses kisses to Ish's neck as they end up in the fruit orchids. Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss... Down along his neck, lingering where Hwylryn does recall he's particularly sensitive. )
... I'd eat them up.
( If someone else could, it should be okay. Ish is allowed to be... carried by his passion. to whomever he wants. Isn't that what he'd allowed for Gwawlyn, and Balthazar? And all his interests in between, from wizard to human to other sort of creature.
But Ish is not like them. Ish likes him in turn, as much as Hwylryn likes him. The way Hwylryn likes him. It's different, it would feel different, if someone else could.
His kisses gain the scrape of teeth, like he'd done that night. )
... I don't want to chain you. But I don't want to share you.
( In theory, they'd covered this in their talk yesterday - about belonging - but it's so strange for Hwylryn. He's never stopped anyone from having others before. He never felt right to have that thought. But, with Ish...
Playfully: )
Look what you've done to me. You've made a dragon obsessed with you. That's not an easy feat, you know?
( if ish dies this week at least he's going to be dying with hickeys on him norna bless )
[ they're stumbling into a tree (well ish is, hwylryn will wind up pressed into him because even when he has no thoughts in his head he still prioritizes him over himself). he's more than flustered now, soft sounds escaping his lips that he didn't even know he could make. he doesn't know what to do with his hands other than keep hwylryn close.
the heat he feels in other parts of him is starting to make him feel feverish. thats why his next words, about belonging only to him are almost incomprehensible. hopefully the rest of how his body is reacting is encouragement enough. ]
Well...witches are bewitching, right? [ a joke, the silly first thought that came to his head that formed an actual sentence. ]
( my heart is bad for my heart... witches are bewitching... he loves this man actually )
Maybe they are. You are. You've bewitched my heart.
( He can tell Ish is struggling, so he won't tease as much as he could (the 1920's gentleman that Ish is cannot conceive of the wizard world sluttery this demure dragon is well practised in), but he won't let up on the marks so long as Ish doesn't stop him. Kiss, kiss, kiss - kisses that linger long enough for him to suck, his soft lips wet (one could even say... moist) against Ish's skin, teething at his jugular, these things as much for Hwylryn as they are for Ish. )
You have the whole thing, you know. My heart. You must have felt it before.
( he says as if this were any type of situation for a conversation (no he's teasing more, but not with any falsehood) )
[ if he had his wits about it he'd protest because love him for his cool parts! or well maybe he wouldn't because he's just so smitten with being loved in the first place. but all he has in response are soft mmns, and the way he shifts to give hwylryn more access to the vulnerable skin on his neck. ]
I know. [ the teasing goes past him, as lost as he is in the way hwylryn's teeth and lips makes tracks across his skin. some part of him wants to reach out and touch his heart like he did that night, but if he gives into that impulse he knows he'll lose when little sense he has left. he's on the job but he has to keep them both safe. so maybe, instead— ]
Mark me like I marked you. So everyone can see we only belong to each other.
( If he could trill with these vocal chords, he would - once at that I know; again when Ish asks him to mark him - and that second time might have come because that bubbling sensation incites in him, straight from the heart.
He teeths him half a moment more, as if to begin to tease hmmm? should i? i wonder? but, ah, next time, maybe - he's so happy that Ish would asked to be marked in turn - he's so happy Ish wants to be known as his. How could he do anything less than tear into his throat where they both stand?
Fortunately, he reigns in the impulse before it reaches completion - but the way his sweet kiss turns so swiftly into a deep, carnivorous bite along the most sensitive curve of his neck and running up along his kiss, every tooth digging in so sharp not a single one is missed - it's feral, and unrestrained, and yet
he's so, so happy, and the way his heart beats and warms his cheeks is a give away.
He is t normally like this. But something about Ish incites it - a desire to have, and have others know it's yours. And how can he deny that, when Ish so eagerly asks for him, too. )
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[ the moment he feels hwylryn's teeth on his skin, ish has a thought he's never had before. norna was wrong.
he sucks in a breath, as blood starts to flow down his neck, hot like the rest of him and sweet like the orchards around them. ]
Hwylryn... [ more moan than name, but he doesn't understand the mix of sensations he's feeling. something coils in his belly and he reacts by pressing their bodies closer, entirely flush. if he's starting to dig in on his own, sharp pointed nails that are almost claws, he hasn't noticed. anything to get them closer.
more he says in everything but words. there's nothing on his tongue but he might as well be drunk nonetheless. ]
( why are they so horny for three threads in a row they're like catholic private school boys desperate to get a little bit wherever they can
Ish can feel the way Hwylryn smiles in the way his teeth curve into the bite, pleased by the way his voice sounds, pleased by how he seems to melt into him - how Ish is the one who pulls them flush this time, digs his nails into him in a way that's pleasantly familiar, but not quite as painful as it was inside his chest. He loves it anyway.
He runs his tongue along the wound (no, love bite), suckling at the blood and swallowing it as if it were nectar, worsening the intensity of the coming bruise. It's a laborious process, painful in an aching way; teasing in the way his teeth scrape against his skin again, but don't seem keen to bite.
He can't help but grind up against Ish as he works the incisions of the bite a little wider, his neck a veritable horror show - until, without warning (he hopes he'll get to swallow Ish's gasp), he bites down sharp again, this time, pointedly, at the spot Siffrin had cut into his neck. This one is his. It's not for anyone else to take away. He'd only wished he'd come to know Ish sooner, and marked him then - as if his claim would be a charm that could keep Ish safe. )
[ his breathing, while deeper, has mostly been steady up until now. small murmurs and sighs filtered through the leaves and distant birdsong. he's vaguely aware that if it weren't for his magic he'd be in trouble since this is far more than makeup can hide, but it's not like anyone but him can see through it, right?
(norna showing up, hand to her mouth when she sees his neck. "My little snake, what animal did you lose to now?" and then the subsequent explanation. it'd have been easier if she knew what a hickey was. this is why they needed the full one hour to converse...)
he's not prepared for the second bite at all, so hwylryn gets his reward, a sharp gasp, followed by light laughter. his grip tightens, having moved down to hwylryn's hips, digging into skin in encouragement. ]
Heyyy. [ a hey of a different flavor. ] Is that a reminder for me?
[ airily, as lost as he is in the moment. he assumes this must be to remind him to stay safe, since he doesn't realize how possessive hwylryn has become. ]
( Playfully, delighted by each sound, each reaction, each playful protest - he swallows the sound of him, the taste of him, so that it might be his and only his; it is not for the birds or the butterflies or the worms - every sound and every drop is his, and his alone.
He kisses Ish where he'd just left a bite, affection mixing with adoring injury. )
I like Siffrin a lot, but I would've taken their hand if I could. I don't want you hurt, ever.
( And into endgame, he still likes Siffrin - but he still holds it against them, that they tried to kill Ish like that, and seemed to get so terribly close. And, whether Ish could have truly died or not - Ish was injured, he had to be absent, and that is more than enough reason for Hwylryn to hang onto that unhappiness.
He licks at his incisions, even the ones that didn't break skin - and, when he's licked them tender, he teeths them a little more, happy. )
... And I don't like that someone else left a mark on you. Even if it was just for a minute.
Mmmn. [ a hum of appreciation and agreement. he doesn't mind siffrin, but he rarely minds violence.
he sighs, feeling the throb of his pulse between hwylryn's teeth and lips. ]
You don't need to worry about that in the future, but if you want to mark up my whole body anyway, I don't mind. I don't think anyone will be asking me for a kiss in the future, either.
[ yeah he just drops that, his grip loosening to stroke at hwylryn's lower back. whatever he wants from him, ish is happy to provide. ]
( Ah, the stroking is nice - reflexively, he sort of arches into it, nibbling as Ish speaks. The idea of marking him all over gives him a rush of excitement - it's never something he's gotten to do before? It's never something he's particularly thought of? But, with Ish . . . )
What do you mean? ( This isn't a complaint, actually, but the question is sincere— ) How wouldn't there be people asking to kiss you?
( He doesn't even bother append any kind of sentiment indicating Ish shouldn't be kissing back, because... Ish already made it clear he wouldn't be ?? so like?? It feels a little faithless to harp on the point. But Ish is so cute and charming and handsome, Hwylryn pictures he must have plenty of potential suitors . . .
. . . Huh. He pauses in his gnawing, thoughtful. He'd not thought of that, as a tangible thing. (Ish who literally just said no one will be asking him) (Hwylryn like no that's literally not possible just look at you) )
[ as soon as hwylryn pauses, ish starts to nuzzle him. it could be encourage to keep going, or it could just be him wanting to continue any kind of contact at all. ]
Well, most people fear me or hate me? But excluding them, it's usually been pretty easy for people to pick up that I didn't have an interest. Now that I'm off the market, it'll probably be the same?
Bradley was trying to get me to go to your kissing booth a few weeks ago.
( Well, all that checks out - and it's ??? dokis??? that Ish says he's not interested, but he was the one who brought it up with Hwylryn - but........
A beat, and he nuzzles in turn, cheek pressing back against Ish gently,
then he dips his mouth up and bites into his cheek, the bite curving out under his jaw - a lot like the bite he'd given Dan Heng early on, but much deeper. )
. . . You're so reluctant, but you brought it up so quickly with me?
( Then Ish must have really wanted to, right...? : cryblush : (And, well, "quickly," but immortal timescales are funky.)
His tone carries a smile, as if he hadn't just done that, )
You said I could mark you all over... can I do that now?
( oughhhh he's so cute... He kisses the spot he just bit, happy - just, in general, and because Ish is so cute, and Ish's silly response, and ten million other reasons, )
( A kiss! Well, then he has to trust it (he already did). His teeth scrape light against Ish's lips playfully, but he returns it happily, sweetly in turn. )
( no promises for that one, but maybe he can be convinced...
After all this fooling around in the orchards (Hwylryn extremely and obviously contentedly admiring his work as he gazes upon Ish), Hwylryn finally acknowledges the orchards as more than just a surface for him to chew up Ish against.
He will (regretfully) pull away from Ish and reach out, picking an apple overhead. It takes a second, but he finds its seam and pulls it apart... and offers one half to Ish's lips :D )
[ did the love of his life just tear an apple by hand? the collage of bites on his neck throb just then, reminding him of how wild hwylryn actually is.
(he's so hot, ish thinks uselessly) ]
Ahhhh? [ his mouth is half open in awe but he is following orders either way! mmmn, apple? ]
( It's such a simple thing, but Hwylryn seems so happy Ish is taking to it. Hwyl with his innocent joy at feeding Ish, after ripping apart an apple... )
Here! ( Holds up the other piece for Ish to take :D ) Feed me, too.
he mumbles an mmhmm through a closed mouth as he munches, his manners being very important to him even in something like this. by the time he swallows the apple, he's had a few seconds to get his bearings too.
grabbing the other piece. ]
Right, here you are~ [ this doesn't fluster him apparently, and he holds up the slice to hwylryn's lips with a dainty touch to coax his lips open. apparently this isn't his first time doing this given how he's been flailing for basically this entire thread, but for this single comment he can look cool ✨ ]
( Happily parts his lips, cheeks pink just from being happy, and takes a big ol chomp :D Right up to Ish's nails - and he licks at his fingers (trying to get at whatever remains of the slice) when he realize he did maybe too much at once, a little over eager, with Ish being ~suave and experienced~ about it and Hwylryn just really excited to do this with him,
He laughs in a very "oops" way, chewing the apple to swallow (mouth closed, he's a beast not an animal). He does seem like he wants that last little bit... )
[ ahh, normally he'd flail a little at his fingers being licked but he's way too smitten to notice.
he'll wait until he's ready for the small piece that's left, balancing the small bit of apple on his finger. ]
Last bit~ [ hwylryn can either take it off his hand or ish will press it to his lips for him to take. if his finger gets nibbled in the process he's not complaining. ]
( He'll let Ish press it to his lips, absolutely nibbling his finger as he does - and even when he has the piece in full, his lips linger there, like a kiss (or, perhaps, something that feels less decent) as his lips part from Ish's fingers to chew and swallow that last little piece. )
Aw, can we do it again?
( It was something so small, but it was so much fun... )
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If someone else could...
He presses kisses to Ish's neck as they end up in the fruit orchids. Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss... Down along his neck, lingering where Hwylryn does recall he's particularly sensitive. )
... I'd eat them up.
( If someone else could, it should be okay. Ish is allowed to be... carried by his passion. to whomever he wants. Isn't that what he'd allowed for Gwawlyn, and Balthazar? And all his interests in between, from wizard to human to other sort of creature.
But Ish is not like them. Ish likes him in turn, as much as Hwylryn likes him. The way Hwylryn likes him. It's different, it would feel different, if someone else could.
His kisses gain the scrape of teeth, like he'd done that night. )
... I don't want to chain you. But I don't want to share you.
( In theory, they'd covered this in their talk yesterday - about belonging - but it's so strange for Hwylryn. He's never stopped anyone from having others before. He never felt right to have that thought. But, with Ish...
Playfully: )
Look what you've done to me. You've made a dragon obsessed with you. That's not an easy feat, you know?
( if ish dies this week at least he's going to be dying with hickeys on him norna bless )
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the heat he feels in other parts of him is starting to make him feel feverish. thats why his next words, about belonging only to him are almost incomprehensible. hopefully the rest of how his body is reacting is encouragement enough. ]
Well...witches are bewitching, right? [ a joke, the silly first thought that came to his head that formed an actual sentence. ]
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Maybe they are. You are. You've bewitched my heart.
( He can tell Ish is struggling, so he won't tease as much as he could (the 1920's gentleman that Ish is cannot conceive of the wizard world sluttery this demure dragon is well practised in), but he won't let up on the marks so long as Ish doesn't stop him. Kiss, kiss, kiss - kisses that linger long enough for him to suck, his soft lips wet (one could even say... moist) against Ish's skin, teething at his jugular, these things as much for Hwylryn as they are for Ish. )
You have the whole thing, you know. My heart. You must have felt it before.
( he says as if this were any type of situation for a conversation (no he's teasing more, but not with any falsehood) )
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I know. [ the teasing goes past him, as lost as he is in the way hwylryn's teeth and lips makes tracks across his skin. some part of him wants to reach out and touch his heart like he did that night, but if he gives into that impulse he knows he'll lose when little sense he has left. he's on the job but he has to keep them both safe. so maybe, instead— ]
Mark me like I marked you. So everyone can see we only belong to each other.
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He teeths him half a moment more, as if to begin to tease hmmm? should i? i wonder? but, ah, next time, maybe - he's so happy that Ish would asked to be marked in turn - he's so happy Ish wants to be known as his. How could he do anything less than tear into his throat where they both stand?
Fortunately, he reigns in the impulse before it reaches completion - but the way his sweet kiss turns so swiftly into a deep, carnivorous bite along the most sensitive curve of his neck and running up along his kiss, every tooth digging in so sharp not a single one is missed - it's feral, and unrestrained, and yet
he's so, so happy, and the way his heart beats and warms his cheeks is a give away.
He is t normally like this. But something about Ish incites it - a desire to have, and have others know it's yours. And how can he deny that, when Ish so eagerly asks for him, too. )
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he sucks in a breath, as blood starts to flow down his neck, hot like the rest of him and sweet like the orchards around them. ]
Hwylryn... [ more moan than name, but he doesn't understand the mix of sensations he's feeling. something coils in his belly and he reacts by pressing their bodies closer, entirely flush. if he's starting to dig in on his own, sharp pointed nails that are almost claws, he hasn't noticed. anything to get them closer.
more he says in everything but words. there's nothing on his tongue but he might as well be drunk nonetheless. ]
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Ish can feel the way Hwylryn smiles in the way his teeth curve into the bite, pleased by the way his voice sounds, pleased by how he seems to melt into him - how Ish is the one who pulls them flush this time, digs his nails into him in a way that's pleasantly familiar, but not quite as painful as it was inside his chest. He loves it anyway.
He runs his tongue along the wound (no, love bite), suckling at the blood and swallowing it as if it were nectar, worsening the intensity of the coming bruise. It's a laborious process, painful in an aching way; teasing in the way his teeth scrape against his skin again, but don't seem keen to bite.
He can't help but grind up against Ish as he works the incisions of the bite a little wider, his neck a veritable horror show - until, without warning (he hopes he'll get to swallow Ish's gasp), he bites down sharp again, this time, pointedly, at the spot Siffrin had cut into his neck. This one is his. It's not for anyone else to take away. He'd only wished he'd come to know Ish sooner, and marked him then - as if his claim would be a charm that could keep Ish safe. )
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(norna showing up, hand to her mouth when she sees his neck. "My little snake, what animal did you lose to now?" and then the subsequent explanation. it'd have been easier if she knew what a hickey was. this is why they needed the full one hour to converse...)
he's not prepared for the second bite at all, so hwylryn gets his reward, a sharp gasp, followed by light laughter. his grip tightens, having moved down to hwylryn's hips, digging into skin in encouragement. ]
Heyyy. [ a hey of a different flavor. ] Is that a reminder for me?
[ airily, as lost as he is in the moment. he assumes this must be to remind him to stay safe, since he doesn't realize how possessive hwylryn has become. ]
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( Playfully, delighted by each sound, each reaction, each playful protest - he swallows the sound of him, the taste of him, so that it might be his and only his; it is not for the birds or the butterflies or the worms - every sound and every drop is his, and his alone.
He kisses Ish where he'd just left a bite, affection mixing with adoring injury. )
I like Siffrin a lot, but I would've taken their hand if I could. I don't want you hurt, ever.
( And into endgame, he still likes Siffrin - but he still holds it against them, that they tried to kill Ish like that, and seemed to get so terribly close. And, whether Ish could have truly died or not - Ish was injured, he had to be absent, and that is more than enough reason for Hwylryn to hang onto that unhappiness.
He licks at his incisions, even the ones that didn't break skin - and, when he's licked them tender, he teeths them a little more, happy. )
... And I don't like that someone else left a mark on you. Even if it was just for a minute.
( A minute too long!!!! )
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he sighs, feeling the throb of his pulse between hwylryn's teeth and lips. ]
You don't need to worry about that in the future, but if you want to mark up my whole body anyway, I don't mind. I don't think anyone will be asking me for a kiss in the future, either.
[ yeah he just drops that, his grip loosening to stroke at hwylryn's lower back. whatever he wants from him, ish is happy to provide. ]
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What do you mean? ( This isn't a complaint, actually, but the question is sincere— ) How wouldn't there be people asking to kiss you?
( He doesn't even bother append any kind of sentiment indicating Ish shouldn't be kissing back, because... Ish already made it clear he wouldn't be ?? so like?? It feels a little faithless to harp on the point. But Ish is so cute and charming and handsome, Hwylryn pictures he must have plenty of potential suitors . . .
. . . Huh. He pauses in his gnawing, thoughtful. He'd not thought of that, as a tangible thing. (Ish who literally just said no one will be asking him) (Hwylryn like no that's literally not possible just look at you) )
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Well, most people fear me or hate me? But excluding them, it's usually been pretty easy for people to pick up that I didn't have an interest. Now that I'm off the market, it'll probably be the same?
Bradley was trying to get me to go to your kissing booth a few weeks ago.
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A beat, and he nuzzles in turn, cheek pressing back against Ish gently,
then he dips his mouth up and bites into his cheek, the bite curving out under his jaw - a lot like the bite he'd given Dan Heng early on, but much deeper. )
. . . You're so reluctant, but you brought it up so quickly with me?
( Then Ish must have really wanted to, right...? : cryblush : (And, well, "quickly," but immortal timescales are funky.)
His tone carries a smile, as if he hadn't just done that, )
You said I could mark you all over... can I do that now?
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enjoy the mix of indignant and bashful on his face. ]
...it was cause of something you said. And then you held my face and I kind of didn't know what I was saying, and then we kissed—
[ he stops short of saying he lost his mind, but he's puffing his cheeks out (one of which is sore!), so maybe he doesn't have to. ]
Mmmn, after. I still need to host even if there's not a carnival.
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Is that a promise?
( not a wizzie promise, but a promise )
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It's a promise. [ one sealed with a kiss!
his neck is gonna be sore but those are later ish problems. ]
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While we're here, can I try something?
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But go ahead.
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( no promises for that one, but maybe he can be convinced...
After all this fooling around in the orchards (Hwylryn extremely and obviously contentedly admiring his work as he gazes upon Ish), Hwylryn finally acknowledges the orchards as more than just a surface for him to chew up Ish against.
He will (regretfully) pull away from Ish and reach out, picking an apple overhead. It takes a second, but he finds its seam and pulls it apart... and offers one half to Ish's lips :D )
Say, "Ahhh~"
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(he's so hot, ish thinks uselessly) ]
Ahhhh? [ his mouth is half open in awe but he is following orders either way! mmmn, apple? ]
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Here! ( Holds up the other piece for Ish to take :D ) Feed me, too.
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he mumbles an mmhmm through a closed mouth as he munches, his manners being very important to him even in something like this. by the time he swallows the apple, he's had a few seconds to get his bearings too.
grabbing the other piece. ]
Right, here you are~ [ this doesn't fluster him apparently, and he holds up the slice to hwylryn's lips with a dainty touch to coax his lips open. apparently this isn't his first time doing this given how he's been flailing for basically this entire thread, but for this single comment he can look cool ✨ ]
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Ahhhh ♫
( Happily parts his lips, cheeks pink just from being happy, and takes a big ol chomp :D Right up to Ish's nails - and he licks at his fingers (trying to get at whatever remains of the slice) when he realize he did maybe too much at once, a little over eager, with Ish being ~suave and experienced~ about it and Hwylryn just really excited to do this with him,
He laughs in a very "oops" way, chewing the apple to swallow (mouth closed, he's a beast not an animal). He does seem like he wants that last little bit... )
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[ ahh, normally he'd flail a little at his fingers being licked but he's way too smitten to notice.
he'll wait until he's ready for the small piece that's left, balancing the small bit of apple on his finger. ]
Last bit~ [ hwylryn can either take it off his hand or ish will press it to his lips for him to take. if his finger gets nibbled in the process he's not complaining. ]
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Aw, can we do it again?
( It was something so small, but it was so much fun... )
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