[ That icy feeling will melt away in due time - not just his mouth, but his touch and even to an extent, his pallor, once he's sated and properly upright again instead of hunched over like a starving animal devouring what he can like his life depends on it. (and, well, it actually kinda does) The more he drinks, the better, and warmer he'll feel - once awareness of those sensations truly reach him, that is. Right now, most of his senses are at the edges of his consciousness because this immediate gratification is that all-encompassing. True to his word and to Dearka's trust, however, part of his mind fights to remain at least as a whisper to call to him, to keep repeating to not lose himself to the feeling, to not escalate, to not hurt. (hurt, in that he is well aware that even without these changes to their physical and mental states, Dearka is as strong as him and can take a hell of a lot before he can actually be considered hurt)
As it happens, the offering Dearka gives is good - it's great, beyond great to Yzak in this moment. But the cut is perhaps a little too shallow, at least for the fervor with which Yzak drinks the blood from it. He presses his tongue flat against where he draws in an attempt to get more, just a little more. And like this Dearka's heartbeat might as well be his own with how loudly it pounds in his ears; from the contact, from his partner's rising excitement that challenges the heights Yzak's is at right now.
Feeling those fingers in his hair is a comfort that breaks through that hunger enough to appreciate, and to assure him that it's still okay. It's still okay, right? He doesn't feel any grip from that hand, doesn't feel any signal of resistance or warning. And Dearka's fingertips against his scalp feel like electricity that pulses straight through his body. Yzak pauses, just barely pulling his mouth away from skin to pull in a breath...
And without realizing it himself immediately, he grows impatient from that slightly-too-slow flow of blood, and when he returns to feeding he brings his fangs into it, biting down over the thin cut already there and puncturing the skin to better drain it. A second stroke of luck is that the fangs do not poison or paralyze! Whether that means they can't at all or Yzak is subconsciously focused on not doing that to Dearka so hard that he holds some control over it remains to be seen. With better access, he takes a couple of hearty gulps and while the bite might be a little alarming, it thankfully remains as such; a single bite with no sign of any rising ferocity.
Still, though, while Yzak isn't crossed over into any danger zones, he's still in a somewhat precarious place; his mind swimming as if drunk from this nourishment. So he may just need a little, nudge in the right direction lest he does simply keep going. ]
[Dearka's now getting to play a fun new guessing game called: 'Is my head fuzzy because I'm horny for this, or because I just let my vampire boyfriend suck out a bunch of my blood?' You'd think these would be two fairly distinct sensations that one would easily be able to tell the difference between, but he's honestly having a hard time right now.
Those fangs pierce Dearka's skin and he sucks in a sharp breath, fingers twitching involuntarily and tugging slightly against Yzak's scalp. The pain is next to nothing, but for a hot second, his heart leaps in fear, as he's concerned this might be a sign that things are starting to escalate...
Thankfully, that doesn't actually seem to be the case. And when that becomes clear, he relaxes again and goes back to watching the show, enraptured by the very sight. Call him a weirdo, but... He kind of can't help but feel some sort of perverse sense of pride that what he's able to offer up is apparently so goddamn delicious, Yzak can't seem to get enough of it fast enough. It's also good to see some color returning to his cheeks, and to feel the warmth returning to his mouth.
Interestingly... The ambient thrum of energy that Dearka's been feeling this whole time-- what's been fueling that instinct to burst outside and just go ham doing werewolf things-- seems to be lessening gradually with each drop of blood Yzak takes. Which is actually another part of what Dearka was hoping for when he suggested they try this. It's hard to be rowdy and restless when you've just lost a bunch of blood, after all. Question is: is that energy really gone...? Or has Dearka just found something specific to focus that energy on? Some base desire that he can see himself fulfilling, right here, in the very near future...?
...When he's given close to what he thinks he can safely give, he tries to rouse Yzak from his feeding frenzy. Gently, at first...]
Yzak... Yzak!
[Damn. Is he even listening? He's clearly not attacking, or even really escalating things... But he's not stopping, either. Those eyes are still full of predatory instinct, even if they look close to sated... And that busy little mouth of his still suckles urgently at Dearka's torn flesh. Dearka sighs, scowling to himself, and takes his opportunity to escalate instead. He curls his fingers, gathering up a proper fistful of Yzak's hair, and then yanks him backwards with more insistent force. At the same time, he pulls back on his bloodied wrist as well, trying to pull free of Yzak's tight grip.
This might ultimately hurt them both a little bit, but they've also both had worse. Plus, it's still a damn sight better than having to break Yzak's jaw.]
[ Perhaps there's also something to be said for Coordinator blood in general when it comes to how delectable it tastes. Not that Yzak does or would particularly want to shop around and go on any blood-tasting excursions to compare, especially when he's going to feel gross about this in a few short moments. But maybe it's also so savory to Yzak specifically because it's Dearka's and even with all of these changes to him, those feelings in his heart and the way his very being seems to draw toward him magnetically remain the same.
Dearka's voice hits his ears as if muffled, barely heard, but it's not enough so it's a good thing he snaps him out of it physically a moment later. ]
Aah—
[ Yzak's head cranes back and he gasps in a breath, fresh blood on his teeth and his tongue, the corner of his lip. His hold on Dearka's arm remains, but it eases when he pulls it away and his senses slowly return to him now that that obsessive, voracious focus is broken. He looks him in the eye, blinks, and there's for sure a better clarity in Yzak's blue eyes than there was before. Something closer to the norm for him. He looks down at the wrist he just fed on, seeing the two fresh, thin pinpricks that still well slightly with blood. This time, thankfully, he looks on at it and there's not much temptation in his gaze anymore. In fact, he looks a touch confused. ]
I bit you...? [ Half a question, half a realization. ]
Ah... Yeah. [Dearka's not gonna like, try and hide that from him. That'd be stupid. He jerks his shoulders in a slight shrug.] Just that once, though. Don't even worry about it...
[His words sound a bit clipped and breathy, his tone preoccupied, and it's not a huge mystery as to why: He is fully turned on, by this point, and he looks it, too. Yzak can go ahead and call him a freak for it if he wants to; he simply can't help it. That man looks hot with bloodied fangs, and Dea wanna smash.]
[ As ever, he appreciates the truth, even if it makes him grimace considering what it is this time. ] ... at least it didn't do anything to you. [ He mutters, low, accepting that much at least. But he's still clearly not happy! Because that means he didn't have as much control in the moment that he'd have liked!
And poor horny Dearka, because Yzak probably makes it worse with his movements as he shakes himself out of his own trance. He swallows, and then runs his tongue over one fang, across his teeth to the other, savoring what he can of the aftertaste. His brow is furrowed, though, his mind picking up on its usual speed and observation. ]
My head feels so much better. [ There's a good deal of relief in his voice, but it's tinged with a reluctance, as if he doesn't like admitting as much. Because it means he's going to need to do it again. He brings his hand up to the corner of his lip, swiping at the bit of blood there with the back of his finger and sucking it between his lips. The actions are driven by this new instinct so Yzak probably hardly realizes that he's doing it ... or how he looks doing it in front of his freak of a boyfriend. ] I can think clearly now.
[ And a clearer mind means clearer perception that's even better and beyond what he has as a Coordinator. He can still hear Dearka's heart beating in his chest - only now it seems to drown out the others he can sense from outside when someone wanders close enough by. It's as though feeding on him locked Yzak into some hyper specific focus on just him.
And that focus kicks in when he finally shifts his attention directly back on Dearka - and has every intent to use his recovered clarity to better figure out their next steps. Business as always, determination in his eyes.
But then sees the hot and bothered expression on his partner's face and breathlessness in his voice; things Yzak's for sure has become ... well accustomed to, to the point where he pegs it right away now. His face twists, nose crinkling and corners of his lips twitching downward, voice hitching up. ]
[Maybe that bite DID do something to him, actually. Maybe a vampire's fangs deliver some kind of aphrodisiac effect to their victims. That would explain a lot of this, right?
...Or, maybe he's just a horny freak. Who's to say, really?
Dearka sort of grunts and hums along in reply while Yzak talks, his focus mostly diverted to suffering and dying because of the lewd shit Yzak is doing with his fingers. Then he anticipates Yzak's reaction before he even manages to voice it: as soon as he clocks that look of flustered recognition on his face, he jolts up straight, pinning his ears back guiltily.]
H-hey, don't give me that! Put yourself in my shoes, I mean... If you could have seen the things you were doing with your mouth...!
[Growing flustered means he's wolfing out a bit more, gradually gaining more fur coverage.]
[ He brings his hand up to his mouth, thinking back. It was hazier in the moment, Yzak lost in that gratification, but now in recollection it's a little more vivid. It ... makes sense, he supposes, when he puts himself in Dearka's shoes, but then again it doesn't take very much from Dearka to make his heart flutter and send and a jolt of warmth shooting straight down Yzak's body. Sometimes it's even so simple as a brush of his lips against his face, much less the fervent sucking that Yzak himself just did. (and thinking about this all doesn't ease the burning in his cheeks) But that... ]
I was drinking your blood! How the hell is that attractive!? It felt... [ He makes a grumbled noise into his palm. ] sickening. [ There's some shame in his voice now as he goes on to admit what 'sickening' means in this context: ] Because it tasted so good.
We've turned into some kind of monsters here, sure, but it makes me feel like a monster. [ 'Monster', both utterances of the word with two different connotations behind them. And this is from someone who, despite the word being flung at Coordinators from plenty of the more unpleasant Naturals, it having no effect on him. (now, when it came to learning about his accidental war crimes and how he felt about himself... that's a different story) His eyes land on Dearka's chest where his heart beats, but then he witnesses his shift in form in real time. It's like ... one of those chia pet time-lapses but real and thus kind of fucked up? So he stares with an awe. ]
[Dearka closes his eyes and grimaces while Yzak goes off on his explanation, feeling higher-strung and more impatient than usual. He doesn't want to be completely dismissive or unsympathetic, but...]
But this isn't even the first time this place has some kind of weird and unnatural effect on our bodies, right? And besides, I offered--
[He cracks one eye open to keep arguing and defending, but that's when he sees the look of awe on Yzak's face. Confused, he falters, and then the increased scrutiny makes him fluster and begin to transform even more.]
Wh... What!? Why are you looking at me like that!?
It's not, but that doesn't make it any less bullshit. [ And when there is bullshit, Yzak will complain. He'll deal, he'll get through it, he'll advance and find solutions because he can do nothing but, being who he is, but he'll grumble his way though when he hates it.
Having his own scrutinizing pointed out half snaps Yzak out of it. He shakes his head. ]
Because! You're looking more and more... [ He sweeps a hand to gesture at Dearka. ] canine, on the whole subject of 'weird and unnatural effects on our bodies'. Seeing you change back and forth like this is fucking weird!
[ But since they've mentioned those changes, Yzak's expression and tone soften some as he lets out a breath, and the concern in his eyes and voice are a lot sharper now because... he's gotten a better hold on himself, but Dearka and these sudden shifts...? It may even be that his emotions and, physical urges feel so strong because of that energy that he's explained is trying to tear out of him... And he owes it to Dearka to offer him the same sort of support that he just got, if that's the case.
No, not even owe. Yzak wants to help, because he loves him and because his own urges here have been strong and threatening to overwhelm him. And to have someone trusted to aid you through something like that, someone who will no doubt be there when you need support again ... means everything. ]
Do you still feel like you want to jump out of here through a window?
[At the word "canine", Dearka shudders and covers the lower half of his face with one hand, like he's hoping pressing there will be enough to keep his stupid face bones from painfully rearranging themselves and morphing into a literal snout, which is what they seem to want to do at the moment. It's willpower, really, that actually does the trick in keeping that from happening; willpower that's very tenuously held onto, but succeeds nonetheless.
He still keeps his hand on his face, though. At Yzak's question, his ears flatten, and he glances away awkwardly.]
Not... Exactly. But I think that's only because...
[Because there's something more enticing in this room that he'd much rather expend that excess energy on. And normally he wouldn't be at all shy about expressing that desire, but since Yzak seems to be truly put-off by his changes...]
[ Put off or not (but really, it's the rarer occasion that Yzak doesn't look put off by something), it doesn't affect the way he puts his hands on his hips, weight shifting to one leg and giving Dearka that authorative look to compliment his voice. And somehow the way his wings slightly flare outward emphasize that vibe. ]
Out with it, if we want to make it to morning without ending up doing something potentially really stupid or dangerous.
[You know... Dearka is kind of a fucking simp for Yzak just at baseline. So, him getting all stern and authoritative like this, in a context where Dearka was already feeling pretty horny? That really does it for him, just on it's own. Maybe Yzak feeding on him has something to do with how much more intense it feels this time... Maybe he's extra enthralled. Maybe his werewolf emotions are just bigger than what he experiences as a human.
Whatever the true cause is, the main effect is palpable: His pupils dilate, he takes in a shaky breath and shivers, taking on an oddly enraptured expression before blurting out:]
Dammit... Yzak, I... I need you.
[He rasps it hoarsely, sounding far more desperate than he ever typically does during these exchanges, outside of that stage where he's moments from climax. His heart is hammering in his chest, and he fumbles for Yzak's hand, squeezing it and stepping in closer, until their faces are almost touching. His eyes gleam an intense, glittering gold as he stares into Yzak's own.]
I know I must look like shit right now but if I... Don't... Address this somehow, I'm liable to lose my fucking mind. It's like there's something fucking feral inside me and it either needs to hunt or it needs to... Mate...
[That last word. He closes his eyes then and grimaces, sharp fangs showing, as he's fully aware of how disgusting and ridiculous that sounds. He doesn't want to see the reaction on Yzak's face; he can imagine it well enough on his own, thanks.]
[ Dearka please do not come when they have not even started yet. (although that would certainly speedrun the solution to this problem...) The deeply seeded trust that Yzak has in Dearka does not allow him to flinch away when he steps into that small distance between them and gets this close, because if anything his heart always wants to be closer like this. His heart that likewise hammers in his chest - and he really needs to gets used to the fact that he's so attuned to that sort of thing in this form. When he's fed and it's not driving him absolutely crazy, though ... it's ... kind of nice? To be able to sense Dearka's heartbeat, pick up on those subtle changes in how he's feeling based on that. If not for all of these confused and disgusted and desperate feelings, he'd appreciate it a lot more. But right now, the pounding of his heart only emphasizes the urgency in his voice and on his face.
Funny enough, Yzak's expression is more of a taken aback surprise, eyebrows up, eyes unblinking and mouth open in a small "o". How could his expression shift into something of disgust when Dearka started that off with a phrase like I need you. Sure, it's steeped in horny and all of these changes in them right now, but that matters just a little less when those words fall onto Yzak's ears because feeling needed in any capacity has an affect on him who wants to be needed, to be wanted, accepted.
And because moments ago, Yzak needed him just as much. So it's not as though that sensation has fully left him yet, and thus there's empathy in that tug of his heart from those words because Dearka is as abashed as he was in admitting what these changes are making him need. There's also that selfish little part of Yzak that wants that validation that Dearka better at least partially be this horny for him specifically, when he speaks of needing to mate. (and that term makes him inwardly cringe, too, so Dearka isn't alone there) Thankfully it's suppressed by the knowledge and experience of what he just went through moments ago; that wildness he could feel in himself rising and threatening to take control if he wouldn't act. Of course, that selfish part of Yzak likewise screams that he can't let that happen to Dearka ... at least where the mating part is concerned, since HE'D just get really fucking mad about it! Hunting and fighting he could care less for, truthfully, even if he doesn't want Dearka to particularly do that either, when they're both this confused and unstable.
With Dearka this close, those eager yet anxious eyes as golden as his hair and his hand so magnetically warm when he takes Yzak's ... his heart loud and telling as it hastens, it wears at the rigidity this whole thing has caused him to have and he wants to help him, now, too. He can't deny that there's also a draw partially due to how good he tasted and how it probably works out because when he hungers again, he's going to have a preference and wants to keep Dearka close for that. He won't deny that in a way Dearka is right, he still does clock as weird-looking to Yzak and maybe kissing him if those canine start to more heavily kick back in is going to be a little awkward and something to get used to...
His eyes move to his fingers as they twitch, before they bend and clasp back around Dearka's hand. The wound on his wrist is still present and Noticed and tempting, but he's fine for now to keep it down. He looks back to his (poor horny) partner's face, his other hand coming up to the opposite side of it to gently urge him to turn back to him. His own expression is a more mellowed now, concerned. And very flushed, his lips in that awkward sort of not-exactly-frown when he's trying to NOT look how he looks and fails spectacularly because he is very uncool. ]
Good thing I don't want you around because of how you look, then. [ A beat, and he tips his head, one end of his mouth twitching upward slightly. ] ...Even though it's a definite perk.
[HE'S NOT GOING TO COME RIGHT HERE, HE'S JUST!!!! REALLY RILED UP, OKAY,,,
When Yzak's fingers cup Dearka's cheek, they brush over coarse, scruffy fur. Dearka lets out half a breath and resigns himself to the other man's urging, reluctantly looking back up into his partner's eyes.
His admission just before was so much more raw and vulnerable than he typically allows himself to come off as, and he's immediately feeling pretty embarrassed and irritated about it... Even though there's no one else in the universe he'd trust more with his true heart than Yzak. It's simply becoming more and more clear to him, that these changes are making him a LOT more emotionally volatile than usual, and he doesn't feel like his typical level-headed self as a result! He feels like a goddamn alien in his own body, and in this agitated state of mind, he's convinced himself that surely Yzak will only see him as a stranger this way...
...It's an immense relief then, when he sees only concern and empathy looking back at him. Concern, empathy... And a tiny bit of amusement.
Dearka actually lets out a laugh, one which, again, sounds even more bark-like than usual, his sharp teeth flashing in a relieved, razor-keen grin. Just having Yzak's verbal acceptance is enough to give him a good chunk of his confidence back; his tail starts wagging again, and he gently bonks their foreheads together, slipping his other hand around Yzak's middle and drawing him in so their hips are basically flush, too.]
Well. Maybe this fucked up body of mine has some new perks it can provide in exchange.
[He's not actually sure what the fuck he even means by that. Like, what, maybe it made his dick bigger? Stupid. Whatever. It just felt like an apt response, for some reason, he's not going to think about it too hard. One thing Yzak will definitely feel, the more they're in contact with each other, is just how much Dearka is holding back. There's an undeniable energy within him that he's struggling to contain. It's present in the almost imperceptible trembling of his hands, in the tension in his jaw. He lets out a shaky breath, giving Yzak's hand a squeeze.]
...But I'll need you to keep me in check. Commander.
[ It's good that neither of them are alone, or were left alone for too long. Yzak is suddenly so much more grateful that his first reaction was to simply reach out for his partner. For his peace of mind, for their peace of mind, because in any new and potentially dangerous situation the two of them know how to share whatever load is hefted onto them. It makes dealing with anything easier, and makes success more achievable. Just like right now; they tether each other to the humanity that feels like it's being threatened and stripped away from them while trying to carefully navigate what they need to adapt to and embrace with these altered forms.
Hearing Dearka laugh, his tone lighten up serves as another one of those tethers that puts Yzak's own heart slightly more at ease. And though their current positions only allows him to see the tip of that tail peek out from behind Dearka as it sways back and forth... he can't help but admit to himself that it's kind of cute. If Yzak couldn't already get a better idea of his mood from the pace of his heart, the tail would just as easily give it away. So for a brief - very brief moment he lets himself remain that way, his own forehead tipping forward to rest it against Dearka's, his own somewhat warmed body warmed further yet pressed against his. ]
It's provided plenty already. [ That hand in his remains, but twists just enough so his thumb can swipe down lightly over his still healing wrist. ] Which ... I appreciate. [ He adds that, a touch more muted, because he realizes he didn't properly thank him. For that until now. ] And I'll likely need more, eventually. [ Nothing he likes admitting, but ... it serves as a warning and a question, too.
Yzak might have wondered moments ago that, if he was going to help, how he was going to help, if he could stand it at all. Discomfort in himself and a pointed concern at Dearka could absolutely be enough of a boner killer for this fretty little man. But being this close to Dearka, he can feel the intensity of what's swimming just beneath the surface and barely containing itself. It can't not rub off a little on Yzak, too. For all that he's varied in his moods and his preferences, sure he covets softer things, nights where their emotions run higher than their libidos because it's no secret that Yzak is actually a romantic softie inside, but when you move across that spectrum...? You get to something like right now; there are no lack of those feelings of course, but there are times where Dearka can show an intensity that rivals even his own and it drives him crazy. He wants to sink into it and drag that intensity out of him as much and as he can and as hard as he can take or give. Because Yzak is also a needy little lech inside.
The feeling comes at a good time, because Dearka's ask aligns with an answer to a question simmering in Yzak's mind about whether or not he could stand to deal with going through this. And if he did need to stop Dearka in a way like he wanted for himself, how he could do that.
So he speaks, as those fingers on Dearka's face can't help but curiously stroke over the fur; so different than the sensation of running his fingers through his hair... ]
That shouldn't be hard. It wouldn't take much more than a well-aimed kick to pull you right out of the mood.
[Dearka lazily nuzzles his cheek against Yzak's fingers without a second thought. He really shouldn't be surprised by how good it feels, since regardless of the texture it feels to him essentially the same as getting his hair played with, but... Damn.
Not that he has much time to relish in the sensation, because then Yzak is making HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE THREATS ABOUT THINGS THAT SHOULD NEVER BE JOKED ABOUT. One second Dearka's looking all smug and lovey, basking in their physical closeness and the energy that's vibing between them... And the next, his eyes are popping open in vague alarm, his smirk twitching a little at the corners.]
...H-hah. I think I'd appreciate it if you could maybe find a way that didn't involve kicking me in the balls... If you can...
[Please? Sweetie-pie? For him??? Unless that was just a joke... It WAS just a joke... Right?
Ah... Who is he kidding... He'd still let Yzak get away with that, if he chose to go that route. Obviously in the practical sense, Dearka wants Yzak to do whatever he has to to protect himself... Even if that means kicking him in the dick. In the more insane sense... He's just a simp?? He wants to be stepped on. And he doesn't even have the good sense to be embarrassed about that! The love and loyalty he has for this man are both just that goddamn deep.
He brings their clasped hands up between them so that he can kiss Yzak's knuckles one by one, holding eye contact the whole time as he quips back in good humor:]
You are still the boss. And I'm basically half a mutt right now. [he grins and winks.] Just telling me "sit" and "stay" would probably do the trick.
[ Yzak lets out a soft exhale through his nose after he absolutely kills that moment with threats of dick-kicking, because he can't help but be amused by the reaction it gets out of Dearka. A valid reaction for sure, because Yzak is in fact not joking about what he suggests. But maybe that looming threat will help keep Dearka on his toes here. Because as if there were any doubts here that Yzak was going to let him fuck him. He likes to say it in his own mind as help him because that is what he's doing here. And just like every other aspect of their lives, the good and the bad and the frightening unknown, that support between them won't falter.
But also, if there were any doubts, Dearka does a very good job at sending them away with the way he kisses at his hand and still manages, through the fangs and the hair and the tattered clothes draping his shoulders, to look so stupidly endearing when he smiles at him with those eyes that feel like they look right into his soul. Ugh, what ridiculous feelings to have right now when they were just talking about ... mating and sucking blood and all of this other disgusting shit. And yet somehow those feelings bloom here anyway. Every kiss to his hand feels like warm little shockwaves and while he's still no longer cold himself, he's running a little colder than he normally does so he realizes how much he wants to feels more of that warmth.
And more of those little reminders that yes, he is the boss. But that isn't new for Yzak. ]
After you were just threatening to break out of here. [ And the fact that Dearka suddenly feels so focused on just him now to the point where he'll listen ... he feels a smug pride well up in his chest that he can calm him and has that sort of pull on the other man. ] I was considering the merits of a leash. But I'm glad I won't need that. [ Perhaps the worst part of him saying that is that there's no kinky intention behind it whatsoever. What a loser.
...
Once he's done with that irresistibly cute hand-kissing, Yzak's own hand on Dearka's face drops to clutch at his collar and tug down slightly. There's generally not a big height difference between them but when he's half transformed like this? He's a bit taller. Yzak tips his chin up to meet him, pausing when their lips are just barely touching. He swallows thick, his face tight with that determination he shows when he's pushing through something difficult because he's still clumsy at this (which ends up being a charm point somehow for him, rude, how does he get away with this). ]
[It really is just the worst thing that Yzak definitely doesn't have any kinky intent behind the leash talk. Actually... No. The worst thing is the fact that Dearka finds he's kind of really intrigued by the idea of it. Enough that his breath sort of hitches for just a moment, his pupils dilating slightly.
Luckily Yzak moves on fast enough that they avoid the inevitable detour of kink-shaming Dearka... And this... All of this, he can sense is exactly what he needs. Yzak's not wrong; he easily can forgo all of his other wretched bestial cravings if he just has his chosen partner to focus on, his... "Mate", if he really must use the word. He doesn't like the term, when it comes to mind? It feels disgusting (and a bit cringe,) but... What can he say? It also feels strangely correct. What else would a beast call the person they rely on and trust more than anyone else in the world?
He is conscious that perhaps he's giving in a little too easy, accepting his newfound monsterhood without much fuss. Maybe there's some danger in that. Maybe he should be fighting this the way Yzak did. But the way he sees it, Yzak is doing enough fretting about the loss of their humanity for the both of them, and Dearka... His worst symptoms right now involve just, really wanting to fuck the guy he already likes a lot, so. Things could be a lot worse, frankly? He's hanging on Yzak's every word in anticipation, his ears pricked excitedly forward... And his heart flutters with affection at the other man's slightly awkward demeanor. The ways in which he flusters and fusses as he works up to making his move are as endearing as ever. And then the kiss itself...
Let it be a testament to the strength of their bond that Dearka doesn't completely lose restraint the moment their lips touch. As things are, he meets Yzak with fervent enthusiasm, indulging in only the barest moment of hesitation before he's deepening the kiss and sliding his hands over his partner's body, to better pull him up into the contact. One hand under the butt, the other up between those two newly sprouted wings... He growls approvingly, and lifts the reluctant vampire easily so that their hips remain flush, even as his enthusiasm begins to transform him even more drastically into something bigger and more hulking... He hasn't grown a snout yet, at least. Good news for continued smooching.
Speaking of, is that the tang of his own blood he tastes on Yzak's fangs? Maybe he's just imagining it... Not like it really bothers him, if it is. Fuck...
After several long moments of ferocious kissing, Dearka manages to break apart again briefly, breathing heavily as he puts some distance between their lips long enough to duck and nuzzle his face against the side of Yzak's neck. He exhales his words, sounding like a drowning man who's finally been pulled aboard a rescue vessel.]
This... This is exactly what I need. You...
[Further words fail him, but. There is already a significant tent in his pants, which he's pressing Yzak's hips up against, that maybe gets the point across even better.]
[ Only a short time ago Yzak was aghast at the way Dearka couldn't help himself nor hide away the fact he was getting turned on by Yzak's own indulgence on him. But he's quickly coming to see it from his partner's point of view, now that he's on the other side of things. And he kind of gets it now? Sure, some of it is softened empathically by the fact that part of Dearka just can't help it due to the unique changes going on inside of him with these transformations.
But the rest...
He easily meets the intensity of that power he feels when Dearka reaches his hands around him to pull him closer - and up against him, shifting to press himself eagerly into it and mold against his body even when he feels the not-so-subtle shifts of further transformation. He lets a sharp exhale out against his mouth, but it doesn't deter him from taking in as much of that kiss as he can and returning it with the same depth of longing. Even the way he can feel the fur on Dearka's face brushing against the skin on his cheeks and chin feels different in a way he can appreciate, because it's still Dearka just like the way he's being coveted and held and kissed is still so clearly him. And that is primarily what's helping him ease into this more; that desire for him already powerful on the norm but that much more supercharged now. Maybe it's a touch selfish, too, because he still greatly dislikes the thought of the urges in both of them getting too strong to control and part of Dearka's being so easily pulled into wanting to bang wants Yzak to keep him here with him, thank you. And that selfish part of him hopes that Dearka feels similarly about him sinking his own fangs into somebody else and putting his mouth all over them. (because just as Dearka can faintly taste his own blood still lingering on Yzak's tongue when he slides it into his mouth, how would that feel knowing it was someone else's?) Sure, at the end of the day they'd both be aware they couldn't control it if it happened, and they'd understand because their ties aren't so flimsy. But if they can avoid that and remain safe thanks to the help they offer one another...
Well, Yzak's 'help' wasn't so bad in the end. And this isn't so bad either, evidenced by the way his wings softly flap back and forth a couple of times with rising elation. How could he complain, hearing that deep, breathless voice admit just how much he needs him? That he could take that breath away so easily, especially when these changes are making him larger and more powerful than he usually is? It feeds a little into that ego of his, makes him feel powerful that he has such a draw. But more than that, Yzak yearns to be needed this much. And to be needed by someone he's come to feel he needs just as strongly, not just like this but as such a part of his life that he'd feel like he was missing a piece of himself if that ever changed ...
Even as he sinks into this himself and in turn allows Dearka to, he keeps a keen alert about him, because he does still have a promise to keep on the off-chance that something goes sideways. Yzak brings one arm up and around his neck to keep himself tight and close, to lace his fingers into his hair when Dearka buries his face into his neck. That means those excitedly perked ears of his are also going to get some attention. His nails curiously, lightly drag over the back of one of them, stroking it the same attentive way he would his partner's scalp. He tips his head to lean it against Dearka's, muttering. ]
Good. Because I don't want you going anywhere.
[ He doesn't bother to try to hide or shift that selfishly covetous tone in his words. And to emphasize that, the other hand that circles around his middle clutches at him tightly, nails digging through fur and into his skin. ]
Like. Good in a way that's kind of almost counterintuitive to what he's trying to do here, tbh, because he almost just wants to stop what he's doing while he leans in harder for more ear scritchies. Yzak's domineering attitude and the sting of claws pricking into his midriff keep him focused enough to multitask at least, those covetous words stoking the fire in Dearka's core. A breath he didn't realize he was even holding gets let out as an excited whine, and his tail wags a little faster. The hand on Yzak's butt gives a greedy little squeeze.
With Yzak already up in his arms, Dearka's positioned to take this to pretty much anywhere they'd like... But he's desperate and horny, so he picks the wall, that being the most immediately available option, even if it's not necessarily the most practical one. He thumps Yzak up against it, pinning him, using the surface as extra support to free his one hand up so he can tug at the waistband of his pants (or his belt, if that's an extra barrier here). Because, yeah, he's rowdy and not really in the mood for a lot of foreplay. Yzak's neck is getting peppered with little kisses and nips in the meanwhile though, Dearka's fangs occasionally grazing lightly against his pale skin. Yzak's body temperature being slightly lower than normal doesn't seem to be at all a deterrent either, and if anything it feels like Dearka is running hotter than usual. A real fire and ice situation going on here.
Of course, if Yzak has a problem with the current positioning-- like if being pinned against the wall is uncomfortable on his new wings-- he'll have to speak up and give a little corrective feedback. Dearka's not really being as considerate as he would normally be.]
[ If there is any discomfort with that movement, Yzak doesn't make a fuss. He feels his back hit forcefully against the wall, but as those wings are attached to him as naturally as his other limbs (and feeling a little less foreign now, than when they'd first sprouted and formed into being under whatever magic swept through this place), it feels the same as it would were it just his shoulderblades. The wings spread when he's pressed in, framing his form but Dearka is well too pressed in against him to appreciate the image it offers. Sacrifice of one pleasure for the other.
Truth be told, he likes the rough handling and Dearka's impatience in shoving him up against the wall. Even though he's not as physically bulky, he's still strong and perfectly capable of being manhandled. Yzak's mood for anything can pivot from calmer to intense at the drop of a hat, and this is quickly becoming one of those times where the thought of Dearka fucking him against or over something as hard as he can is all that he wants, drowning out even the dull awareness he was feeling earlier of anything else happening outside of this room. It's a mix of the delight he gets out of driving his partner crazy, the pride he feels in himself and his own strength to know he can take and match anything he gets, and ... because he loves this guy and who wouldn't just love to be occasionally fucked silly by their boyfriend? So there's a satisfied little smile on his lips when he tips his chin up to give Dearka better access to his neck, the groan he lets out unmuffled and tinged with the tone of that satisfaction, shifting into a soft laugh as that breath leaves his body. ]
Can't even wait long enough for the couch, huh?
[ He teases as those fingers still thread through his hair and behind one of his ears, clearly pleased with the position they're in, even if the couch is a lot closer than the bedroom or even that table over there.
It's like another form of hunger is replacing the one he just had to sate by drinking his blood - and perhaps the fact that it was Dearka who sated it is part of why these feelings flare up as quickly as they do. It's his blood giving Yzak the energy he has now, his blood he wants when needs it again, the sense of it still nearly overwhelming him and drawing him in as much as he's drawn in by Dearka himself. Even if this is some trait of his new vampirism ... it's fine, he thinks, since it's who'd he choose for it anyway if it was and if he knew about it.
Of course, said boyfriend he's excited to be fucked silly by is well over half transformed into a werewolf. He feels those fangs drag over the skin of his neck, as sharp and dangerous as his own yet he feels no fear. Only the caution he promised and wanted in return. And the intensity of Dearka's erection pressing needily against him topped off with that clawed hand of his reaching to work at his pants sends a tingling shiver right down Yzak's spine, his own dick agonizingly tight beneath the fabric of his pants and undergarments. But suddenly thinking about dick so intently is exactly what begs the next question. ]
Hang on- just one second.
[ He gives a gentle tug to Dearka's hair so he can lift his head to meet his gaze. ]
Before you go ahead and do anything else, how much of you is changed here?
[ To emphasize the point, he shifts his hips just the slightest bit against his groin. ]
[It's difficult for Dearka to pause in the middle of all this action, but he does glance up when prompted, managing to look only mildly aggrieved over being stopped so soon.
The thing is, Yzak's question IS a valid one. It's also a question that Dearka was sort of low-key hoping to just coast past without examining, because he's actually pretty afraid to check? If he just, ignores it, and they keep going, surely it won't even matter what his dick looks like when it comes time to put it in. But if they check now... And it turns out to be really weird looking or something... They might have to stop and deal with that. And then depending on how bad it is and how put-off Yzak is, he worries he might not EVER get the release he seeks... Barring a miserable solo act.
He's been called out now though, so there's nothing else really for it. Dearka closes his eyes and swallows, choking down on a tiny whine that threatens to escape him at that tease of contact from Yzak.]
Hah... You know, I... Haven't actually had the chance to check yet.... [There, he admitted it. Sheepishly, his ears out flat, and a mildly guilty smirk on his face.] So? Should I take you to the couch after all then? So I can whip it out, and you can inspect?
[He's deliberately being kind of lewd and crude in a vain attempt to cover up how nervous he is. Which is, you know... A tactic Yzak is probably familiar seeing from him.]
[ Really, Yzak just wants to make sure something really weird hasn't happened, like Dearka sprouting five dicks or something. (and don't even put that theoretical into yzak's mind because he'd probably consider whether or not he could still do it because that stupid competitive part of his brain wouldn't be able to help but kick in,)
He does in fact note the way Dearka's ears shift despite his words trying to cover up the insecurity ... and it's endearing in its own way because he so seldom gets like this and it in turn triggers a want in Yzak to assure him that it's fine and he's fine and it's a stupid feeling to have around him because he's Dearka and it's not like Yzak's feelings are going to change here regardless of any weird shit or HOW weird things can get. Peak 'would you still love me if I was a worm' validation behavior. And on a more personal note, Yzak doesn't really want to move because he's gotten pretty excited about being banged against this wall - it's fitting for these new powerful swirls of this ... ferocity in both of them, however Yzak can simply get worked up into being a little freak sometimes, too.
But what comes out of Yzak's mouth is something quick, blurted. ]
I'd just like to have some idea of what's going inside me!
[ He yells that staring straight at Dearka, nose to nose, and then as if what he says really registers to him as something he just said outloud, well that ice and fire thing may temporarily not apply because of the way he feels his face burn. ]
[That statement would have been funny enough on it's own. The fact that Yzak practically shouts it while they're nose to nose and gazing into each other's eyes... That just about takes Dearka out.
He snorts, and then breaks into a brief but hearty fit of laughter, forced to momentarily lower his head and rest it on Yzak's shoulder so he's not literally laughing right in the man's face. His hands shift, one clapping him lightly on the back of his head and threading through his silky silver hair as he half leans on him and half squeezes him in a wall-assisted embrace.]
Yeah... Yeah, of course you do. [His tone is still higher pitched with traces of laughter lingering, but he lifts his head again to grin lopsidedly at Yzak.] Haah. Can't exactly fault you for that. Alright...
[Dearka huffs with resolve and makes to investigate the situation personally. Downside to the wall: despite his enhanced strength, he still only has two hands??? He has to shift and renegotiate things a little bit to make sure he's got Yzak supported enough, while he fumbles with his pants with his other hand. His ears are still flattened slightly with nerves as he does, and he runs into some difficulty trying to negotiate the layers of garments down past his eager erection.]
[ There's always something about his laugh when it comes out in that particular way - sudden and unexpected where it seems to catch him by surprise as much as it does Yzak. It's soothing not unlike the soft ringing of a bell, and it envelopes him in something warm and comforting just like the way it feels when Dearka makes to affectionately hug him. And it erodes some of that discomfort about the whole dick situation.
Yzak feels his shoulders untense, and he lets out a soft laugh in turn, because how could he not at the absurdity of what just came out of his mouth? And when Dearka lifts his head to look at him again, his lips are upturned into a small smile, cheeks still red and warm from the awkwardness and the excitement, maybe now a touch from the endearment, too, that Dearka's laugh can invoke. ]
Here...
[ Reluctant as he it to detach himself from his partner, it does mean that he'll get to be pushed up against that wall again once they've situated. Yzak's hand slips down from Dearka's hair to around his neck so he can drop himself down enough and give the other man the space he needs - his shirt hitching up and the fur on Dearka's body tickling at his chest and stomach when he does so. He doesn't do that just for the dick check, either. But so he he can properly rid himself of his constraints entirely to make this easier - and Yzak is still Yzak, vampire or not, so there's nothing particularly sexy about the way he does it. At least he hasn't ripped through most of his clothes like his lover has.
Truth be told, he is curious about the dick sitch, as is his right, all things considered and as he just loudly proclaimed. While he makes work of getting his pants off all the way - agonizing on its own because even brushing the back of his hand over his own cock in the process sends a sharp wave of exhilaration right up through his body, eager for release of its own. Yzak lets out a deep breath, barely containing the way his body trembles with that need, and he tries to at least be a little discreet in the way his eyes flick down to Dearka's hands as they get his own pants off. He has some tact. (but he is still Looking Directly At It) ]
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As it happens, the offering Dearka gives is good - it's great, beyond great to Yzak in this moment. But the cut is perhaps a little too shallow, at least for the fervor with which Yzak drinks the blood from it. He presses his tongue flat against where he draws in an attempt to get more, just a little more. And like this Dearka's heartbeat might as well be his own with how loudly it pounds in his ears; from the contact, from his partner's rising excitement that challenges the heights Yzak's is at right now.
Feeling those fingers in his hair is a comfort that breaks through that hunger enough to appreciate, and to assure him that it's still okay. It's still okay, right? He doesn't feel any grip from that hand, doesn't feel any signal of resistance or warning. And Dearka's fingertips against his scalp feel like electricity that pulses straight through his body. Yzak pauses, just barely pulling his mouth away from skin to pull in a breath...
And without realizing it himself immediately, he grows impatient from that slightly-too-slow flow of blood, and when he returns to feeding he brings his fangs into it, biting down over the thin cut already there and puncturing the skin to better drain it. A second stroke of luck is that the fangs do not poison or paralyze! Whether that means they can't at all or Yzak is subconsciously focused on not doing that to Dearka so hard that he holds some control over it remains to be seen. With better access, he takes a couple of hearty gulps and while the bite might be a little alarming, it thankfully remains as such; a single bite with no sign of any rising ferocity.
Still, though, while Yzak isn't crossed over into any danger zones, he's still in a somewhat precarious place; his mind swimming as if drunk from this nourishment. So he may just need a little, nudge in the right direction lest he does simply keep going. ]
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Those fangs pierce Dearka's skin and he sucks in a sharp breath, fingers twitching involuntarily and tugging slightly against Yzak's scalp. The pain is next to nothing, but for a hot second, his heart leaps in fear, as he's concerned this might be a sign that things are starting to escalate...
Thankfully, that doesn't actually seem to be the case. And when that becomes clear, he relaxes again and goes back to watching the show, enraptured by the very sight. Call him a weirdo, but... He kind of can't help but feel some sort of perverse sense of pride that what he's able to offer up is apparently so goddamn delicious, Yzak can't seem to get enough of it fast enough. It's also good to see some color returning to his cheeks, and to feel the warmth returning to his mouth.
Interestingly... The ambient thrum of energy that Dearka's been feeling this whole time-- what's been fueling that instinct to burst outside and just go ham doing werewolf things-- seems to be lessening gradually with each drop of blood Yzak takes. Which is actually another part of what Dearka was hoping for when he suggested they try this. It's hard to be rowdy and restless when you've just lost a bunch of blood, after all. Question is: is that energy really gone...? Or has Dearka just found something specific to focus that energy on? Some base desire that he can see himself fulfilling, right here, in the very near future...?
...When he's given close to what he thinks he can safely give, he tries to rouse Yzak from his feeding frenzy. Gently, at first...]
Yzak... Yzak!
[Damn. Is he even listening? He's clearly not attacking, or even really escalating things... But he's not stopping, either. Those eyes are still full of predatory instinct, even if they look close to sated... And that busy little mouth of his still suckles urgently at Dearka's torn flesh. Dearka sighs, scowling to himself, and takes his opportunity to escalate instead. He curls his fingers, gathering up a proper fistful of Yzak's hair, and then yanks him backwards with more insistent force. At the same time, he pulls back on his bloodied wrist as well, trying to pull free of Yzak's tight grip.
This might ultimately hurt them both a little bit, but they've also both had worse. Plus, it's still a damn sight better than having to break Yzak's jaw.]
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Dearka's voice hits his ears as if muffled, barely heard, but it's not enough so it's a good thing he snaps him out of it physically a moment later. ]
Aah—
[ Yzak's head cranes back and he gasps in a breath, fresh blood on his teeth and his tongue, the corner of his lip. His hold on Dearka's arm remains, but it eases when he pulls it away and his senses slowly return to him now that that obsessive, voracious focus is broken. He looks him in the eye, blinks, and there's for sure a better clarity in Yzak's blue eyes than there was before. Something closer to the norm for him. He looks down at the wrist he just fed on, seeing the two fresh, thin pinpricks that still well slightly with blood. This time, thankfully, he looks on at it and there's not much temptation in his gaze anymore. In fact, he looks a touch confused. ]
I bit you...? [ Half a question, half a realization. ]
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[His words sound a bit clipped and breathy, his tone preoccupied, and it's not a huge mystery as to why: He is fully turned on, by this point, and he looks it, too. Yzak can go ahead and call him a freak for it if he wants to; he simply can't help it. That man looks hot with bloodied fangs, and Dea wanna smash.]
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And poor horny Dearka, because Yzak probably makes it worse with his movements as he shakes himself out of his own trance. He swallows, and then runs his tongue over one fang, across his teeth to the other, savoring what he can of the aftertaste. His brow is furrowed, though, his mind picking up on its usual speed and observation. ]
My head feels so much better. [ There's a good deal of relief in his voice, but it's tinged with a reluctance, as if he doesn't like admitting as much. Because it means he's going to need to do it again. He brings his hand up to the corner of his lip, swiping at the bit of blood there with the back of his finger and sucking it between his lips. The actions are driven by this new instinct so Yzak probably hardly realizes that he's doing it ... or how he looks doing it in front of his freak of a boyfriend. ] I can think clearly now.
[ And a clearer mind means clearer perception that's even better and beyond what he has as a Coordinator. He can still hear Dearka's heart beating in his chest - only now it seems to drown out the others he can sense from outside when someone wanders close enough by. It's as though feeding on him locked Yzak into some hyper specific focus on just him.
And that focus kicks in when he finally shifts his attention directly back on Dearka - and has every intent to use his recovered clarity to better figure out their next steps. Business as always, determination in his eyes.
But then sees the hot and bothered expression on his partner's face and breathlessness in his voice; things Yzak's for sure has become ... well accustomed to, to the point where he pegs it right away now. His face twists, nose crinkling and corners of his lips twitching downward, voice hitching up. ]
You - don't tell me you liked that!
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...Or, maybe he's just a horny freak. Who's to say, really?
Dearka sort of grunts and hums along in reply while Yzak talks, his focus mostly diverted to suffering and dying because of the lewd shit Yzak is doing with his fingers. Then he anticipates Yzak's reaction before he even manages to voice it: as soon as he clocks that look of flustered recognition on his face, he jolts up straight, pinning his ears back guiltily.]
H-hey, don't give me that! Put yourself in my shoes, I mean... If you could have seen the things you were doing with your mouth...!
[Growing flustered means he's wolfing out a bit more, gradually gaining more fur coverage.]
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[ He brings his hand up to his mouth, thinking back. It was hazier in the moment, Yzak lost in that gratification, but now in recollection it's a little more vivid. It ... makes sense, he supposes, when he puts himself in Dearka's shoes, but then again it doesn't take very much from Dearka to make his heart flutter and send and a jolt of warmth shooting straight down Yzak's body. Sometimes it's even so simple as a brush of his lips against his face, much less the fervent sucking that Yzak himself just did. (and thinking about this all doesn't ease the burning in his cheeks) But that... ]
I was drinking your blood! How the hell is that attractive!? It felt... [ He makes a grumbled noise into his palm. ] sickening. [ There's some shame in his voice now as he goes on to admit what 'sickening' means in this context: ] Because it tasted so good.
We've turned into some kind of monsters here, sure, but it makes me feel like a monster. [ 'Monster', both utterances of the word with two different connotations behind them. And this is from someone who, despite the word being flung at Coordinators from plenty of the more unpleasant Naturals, it having no effect on him. (now, when it came to learning about his accidental war crimes and how he felt about himself... that's a different story) His eyes land on Dearka's chest where his heart beats, but then he witnesses his shift in form in real time. It's like ... one of those chia pet time-lapses but real and thus kind of fucked up? So he stares with an awe. ]
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But this isn't even the first time this place has some kind of weird and unnatural effect on our bodies, right? And besides, I offered--
[He cracks one eye open to keep arguing and defending, but that's when he sees the look of awe on Yzak's face. Confused, he falters, and then the increased scrutiny makes him fluster and begin to transform even more.]
Wh... What!? Why are you looking at me like that!?
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Having his own scrutinizing pointed out half snaps Yzak out of it. He shakes his head. ]
Because! You're looking more and more... [ He sweeps a hand to gesture at Dearka. ] canine, on the whole subject of 'weird and unnatural effects on our bodies'. Seeing you change back and forth like this is fucking weird!
[ But since they've mentioned those changes, Yzak's expression and tone soften some as he lets out a breath, and the concern in his eyes and voice are a lot sharper now because... he's gotten a better hold on himself, but Dearka and these sudden shifts...? It may even be that his emotions and, physical urges feel so strong because of that energy that he's explained is trying to tear out of him... And he owes it to Dearka to offer him the same sort of support that he just got, if that's the case.
No, not even owe. Yzak wants to help, because he loves him and because his own urges here have been strong and threatening to overwhelm him. And to have someone trusted to aid you through something like that, someone who will no doubt be there when you need support again ... means everything. ]
Do you still feel like you want to jump out of here through a window?
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He still keeps his hand on his face, though. At Yzak's question, his ears flatten, and he glances away awkwardly.]
Not... Exactly. But I think that's only because...
[Because there's something more enticing in this room that he'd much rather expend that excess energy on. And normally he wouldn't be at all shy about expressing that desire, but since Yzak seems to be truly put-off by his changes...]
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[ Put off or not (but really, it's the rarer occasion that Yzak doesn't look put off by something), it doesn't affect the way he puts his hands on his hips, weight shifting to one leg and giving Dearka that authorative look to compliment his voice. And somehow the way his wings slightly flare outward emphasize that vibe. ]
Out with it, if we want to make it to morning without ending up doing something potentially really stupid or dangerous.
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Whatever the true cause is, the main effect is palpable: His pupils dilate, he takes in a shaky breath and shivers, taking on an oddly enraptured expression before blurting out:]
Dammit... Yzak, I... I need you.
[He rasps it hoarsely, sounding far more desperate than he ever typically does during these exchanges, outside of that stage where he's moments from climax. His heart is hammering in his chest, and he fumbles for Yzak's hand, squeezing it and stepping in closer, until their faces are almost touching. His eyes gleam an intense, glittering gold as he stares into Yzak's own.]
I know I must look like shit right now but if I... Don't... Address this somehow, I'm liable to lose my fucking mind. It's like there's something fucking feral inside me and it either needs to hunt or it needs to... Mate...
[That last word. He closes his eyes then and grimaces, sharp fangs showing, as he's fully aware of how disgusting and ridiculous that sounds. He doesn't want to see the reaction on Yzak's face; he can imagine it well enough on his own, thanks.]
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Funny enough, Yzak's expression is more of a taken aback surprise, eyebrows up, eyes unblinking and mouth open in a small "o". How could his expression shift into something of disgust when Dearka started that off with a phrase like I need you. Sure, it's steeped in horny and all of these changes in them right now, but that matters just a little less when those words fall onto Yzak's ears because feeling needed in any capacity has an affect on him who wants to be needed, to be wanted, accepted.
And because moments ago, Yzak needed him just as much. So it's not as though that sensation has fully left him yet, and thus there's empathy in that tug of his heart from those words because Dearka is as abashed as he was in admitting what these changes are making him need. There's also that selfish little part of Yzak that wants that validation that Dearka better at least partially be this horny for him specifically, when he speaks of needing to mate. (and that term makes him inwardly cringe, too, so Dearka isn't alone there) Thankfully it's suppressed by the knowledge and experience of what he just went through moments ago; that wildness he could feel in himself rising and threatening to take control if he wouldn't act. Of course, that selfish part of Yzak likewise screams that he can't let that happen to Dearka ... at least where the mating part is concerned, since HE'D just get really fucking mad about it! Hunting and fighting he could care less for, truthfully, even if he doesn't want Dearka to particularly do that either, when they're both this confused and unstable.
With Dearka this close, those eager yet anxious eyes as golden as his hair and his hand so magnetically warm when he takes Yzak's ... his heart loud and telling as it hastens, it wears at the rigidity this whole thing has caused him to have and he wants to help him, now, too. He can't deny that there's also a draw partially due to how good he tasted and how it probably works out because when he hungers again, he's going to have a preference and wants to keep Dearka close for that. He won't deny that in a way Dearka is right, he still does clock as weird-looking to Yzak and maybe kissing him if those canine start to more heavily kick back in is going to be a little awkward and something to get used to...
His eyes move to his fingers as they twitch, before they bend and clasp back around Dearka's hand. The wound on his wrist is still present and Noticed and tempting, but he's fine for now to keep it down. He looks back to his (poor horny) partner's face, his other hand coming up to the opposite side of it to gently urge him to turn back to him. His own expression is a more mellowed now, concerned. And very flushed, his lips in that awkward sort of not-exactly-frown when he's trying to NOT look how he looks and fails spectacularly because he is very uncool. ]
Good thing I don't want you around because of how you look, then. [ A beat, and he tips his head, one end of his mouth twitching upward slightly. ] ...Even though it's a definite perk.
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HE'S NOT GOING TO COME RIGHT HERE, HE'S JUST!!!! REALLY RILED UP, OKAY,,,When Yzak's fingers cup Dearka's cheek, they brush over coarse, scruffy fur. Dearka lets out half a breath and resigns himself to the other man's urging, reluctantly looking back up into his partner's eyes.
His admission just before was so much more raw and vulnerable than he typically allows himself to come off as, and he's immediately feeling pretty embarrassed and irritated about it... Even though there's no one else in the universe he'd trust more with his true heart than Yzak. It's simply becoming more and more clear to him, that these changes are making him a LOT more emotionally volatile than usual, and he doesn't feel like his typical level-headed self as a result! He feels like a goddamn alien in his own body, and in this agitated state of mind, he's convinced himself that surely Yzak will only see him as a stranger this way...
...It's an immense relief then, when he sees only concern and empathy looking back at him. Concern, empathy... And a tiny bit of amusement.
Dearka actually lets out a laugh, one which, again, sounds even more bark-like than usual, his sharp teeth flashing in a relieved, razor-keen grin. Just having Yzak's verbal acceptance is enough to give him a good chunk of his confidence back; his tail starts wagging again, and he gently bonks their foreheads together, slipping his other hand around Yzak's middle and drawing him in so their hips are basically flush, too.]
Well. Maybe this fucked up body of mine has some new perks it can provide in exchange.
[He's not actually sure what the fuck he even means by that. Like, what, maybe it made his dick bigger? Stupid. Whatever. It just felt like an apt response, for some reason, he's not going to think about it too hard. One thing Yzak will definitely feel, the more they're in contact with each other, is just how much Dearka is holding back. There's an undeniable energy within him that he's struggling to contain. It's present in the almost imperceptible trembling of his hands, in the tension in his jaw. He lets out a shaky breath, giving Yzak's hand a squeeze.]
...But I'll need you to keep me in check. Commander.
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Hearing Dearka laugh, his tone lighten up serves as another one of those tethers that puts Yzak's own heart slightly more at ease. And though their current positions only allows him to see the tip of that tail peek out from behind Dearka as it sways back and forth... he can't help but admit to himself that it's kind of cute. If Yzak couldn't already get a better idea of his mood from the pace of his heart, the tail would just as easily give it away. So for a brief - very brief moment he lets himself remain that way, his own forehead tipping forward to rest it against Dearka's, his own somewhat warmed body warmed further yet pressed against his. ]
It's provided plenty already. [ That hand in his remains, but twists just enough so his thumb can swipe down lightly over his still healing wrist. ] Which ... I appreciate. [ He adds that, a touch more muted, because he realizes he didn't properly thank him. For that until now. ] And I'll likely need more, eventually. [ Nothing he likes admitting, but ... it serves as a warning and a question, too.
Yzak might have wondered moments ago that, if he was going to help, how he was going to help, if he could stand it at all. Discomfort in himself and a pointed concern at Dearka could absolutely be enough of a boner killer for this fretty little man. But being this close to Dearka, he can feel the intensity of what's swimming just beneath the surface and barely containing itself. It can't not rub off a little on Yzak, too. For all that he's varied in his moods and his preferences, sure he covets softer things, nights where their emotions run higher than their libidos because it's no secret that Yzak is actually a romantic softie inside, but when you move across that spectrum...? You get to something like right now; there are no lack of those feelings of course, but there are times where Dearka can show an intensity that rivals even his own and it drives him crazy. He wants to sink into it and drag that intensity out of him as much and as he can and as hard as he can take or give. Because Yzak is also a needy little lech inside.
The feeling comes at a good time, because Dearka's ask aligns with an answer to a question simmering in Yzak's mind about whether or not he could stand to deal with going through this. And if he did need to stop Dearka in a way like he wanted for himself, how he could do that.
So he speaks, as those fingers on Dearka's face can't help but curiously stroke over the fur; so different than the sensation of running his fingers through his hair... ]
That shouldn't be hard. It wouldn't take much more than a well-aimed kick to pull you right out of the mood.
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Not that he has much time to relish in the sensation, because then Yzak is making HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE THREATS ABOUT THINGS THAT SHOULD NEVER BE JOKED ABOUT. One second Dearka's looking all smug and lovey, basking in their physical closeness and the energy that's vibing between them... And the next, his eyes are popping open in vague alarm, his smirk twitching a little at the corners.]
...H-hah. I think I'd appreciate it if you could maybe find a way that didn't involve kicking me in the balls... If you can...
[Please? Sweetie-pie? For him??? Unless that was just a joke... It WAS just a joke... Right?
Ah... Who is he kidding... He'd still let Yzak get away with that, if he chose to go that route. Obviously in the practical sense, Dearka wants Yzak to do whatever he has to to protect himself... Even if that means kicking him in the dick. In the more insane sense... He's just a simp?? He wants to be stepped on. And he doesn't even have the good sense to be embarrassed about that! The love and loyalty he has for this man are both just that goddamn deep.
He brings their clasped hands up between them so that he can kiss Yzak's knuckles one by one, holding eye contact the whole time as he quips back in good humor:]
You are still the boss. And I'm basically half a mutt right now. [he grins and winks.] Just telling me "sit" and "stay" would probably do the trick.
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But also, if there were any doubts, Dearka does a very good job at sending them away with the way he kisses at his hand and still manages, through the fangs and the hair and the tattered clothes draping his shoulders, to look so stupidly endearing when he smiles at him with those eyes that feel like they look right into his soul. Ugh, what ridiculous feelings to have right now when they were just talking about ... mating and sucking blood and all of this other disgusting shit. And yet somehow those feelings bloom here anyway. Every kiss to his hand feels like warm little shockwaves and while he's still no longer cold himself, he's running a little colder than he normally does so he realizes how much he wants to feels more of that warmth.
And more of those little reminders that yes, he is the boss. But that isn't new for Yzak. ]
After you were just threatening to break out of here. [ And the fact that Dearka suddenly feels so focused on just him now to the point where he'll listen ... he feels a smug pride well up in his chest that he can calm him and has that sort of pull on the other man. ] I was considering the merits of a leash. But I'm glad I won't need that. [ Perhaps the worst part of him saying that is that there's no kinky intention behind it whatsoever. What a loser.
...
Once he's done with that irresistibly cute hand-kissing, Yzak's own hand on Dearka's face drops to clutch at his collar and tug down slightly. There's generally not a big height difference between them but when he's half transformed like this? He's a bit taller. Yzak tips his chin up to meet him, pausing when their lips are just barely touching. He swallows thick, his face tight with that determination he shows when he's pushing through something difficult because he's still clumsy at this (which ends up being a charm point somehow for him, rude, how does he get away with this). ]
S-so let me ... help you now. However you need.
[ And then he kisses him. ]
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Luckily Yzak moves on fast enough that they avoid the inevitable detour of kink-shaming Dearka... And this... All of this, he can sense is exactly what he needs. Yzak's not wrong; he easily can forgo all of his other wretched bestial cravings if he just has his chosen partner to focus on, his... "Mate", if he really must use the word. He doesn't like the term, when it comes to mind? It feels disgusting (and a bit cringe,) but... What can he say? It also feels strangely correct. What else would a beast call the person they rely on and trust more than anyone else in the world?
He is conscious that perhaps he's giving in a little too easy, accepting his newfound monsterhood without much fuss. Maybe there's some danger in that. Maybe he should be fighting this the way Yzak did. But the way he sees it, Yzak is doing enough fretting about the loss of their humanity for the both of them, and Dearka... His worst symptoms right now involve just, really wanting to fuck the guy he already likes a lot, so. Things could be a lot worse, frankly? He's hanging on Yzak's every word in anticipation, his ears pricked excitedly forward... And his heart flutters with affection at the other man's slightly awkward demeanor. The ways in which he flusters and fusses as he works up to making his move are as endearing as ever. And then the kiss itself...
Let it be a testament to the strength of their bond that Dearka doesn't completely lose restraint the moment their lips touch. As things are, he meets Yzak with fervent enthusiasm, indulging in only the barest moment of hesitation before he's deepening the kiss and sliding his hands over his partner's body, to better pull him up into the contact. One hand under the butt, the other up between those two newly sprouted wings... He growls approvingly, and lifts the reluctant vampire easily so that their hips remain flush, even as his enthusiasm begins to transform him even more drastically into something bigger and more hulking... He hasn't grown a snout yet, at least. Good news for continued smooching.
Speaking of, is that the tang of his own blood he tastes on Yzak's fangs? Maybe he's just imagining it... Not like it really bothers him, if it is. Fuck...
After several long moments of ferocious kissing, Dearka manages to break apart again briefly, breathing heavily as he puts some distance between their lips long enough to duck and nuzzle his face against the side of Yzak's neck. He exhales his words, sounding like a drowning man who's finally been pulled aboard a rescue vessel.]
This... This is exactly what I need. You...
[Further words fail him, but. There is already a significant tent in his pants, which he's pressing Yzak's hips up against, that maybe gets the point across even better.]
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But the rest...
He easily meets the intensity of that power he feels when Dearka reaches his hands around him to pull him closer - and up against him, shifting to press himself eagerly into it and mold against his body even when he feels the not-so-subtle shifts of further transformation. He lets a sharp exhale out against his mouth, but it doesn't deter him from taking in as much of that kiss as he can and returning it with the same depth of longing. Even the way he can feel the fur on Dearka's face brushing against the skin on his cheeks and chin feels different in a way he can appreciate, because it's still Dearka just like the way he's being coveted and held and kissed is still so clearly him. And that is primarily what's helping him ease into this more; that desire for him already powerful on the norm but that much more supercharged now. Maybe it's a touch selfish, too, because he still greatly dislikes the thought of the urges in both of them getting too strong to control and part of Dearka's being so easily pulled into wanting to bang wants Yzak to keep him here with him, thank you. And that selfish part of him hopes that Dearka feels similarly about him sinking his own fangs into somebody else and putting his mouth all over them. (because just as Dearka can faintly taste his own blood still lingering on Yzak's tongue when he slides it into his mouth, how would that feel knowing it was someone else's?) Sure, at the end of the day they'd both be aware they couldn't control it if it happened, and they'd understand because their ties aren't so flimsy. But if they can avoid that and remain safe thanks to the help they offer one another...
Well, Yzak's 'help' wasn't so bad in the end. And this isn't so bad either, evidenced by the way his wings softly flap back and forth a couple of times with rising elation. How could he complain, hearing that deep, breathless voice admit just how much he needs him? That he could take that breath away so easily, especially when these changes are making him larger and more powerful than he usually is? It feeds a little into that ego of his, makes him feel powerful that he has such a draw. But more than that, Yzak yearns to be needed this much. And to be needed by someone he's come to feel he needs just as strongly, not just like this but as such a part of his life that he'd feel like he was missing a piece of himself if that ever changed ...
Even as he sinks into this himself and in turn allows Dearka to, he keeps a keen alert about him, because he does still have a promise to keep on the off-chance that something goes sideways. Yzak brings one arm up and around his neck to keep himself tight and close, to lace his fingers into his hair when Dearka buries his face into his neck. That means those excitedly perked ears of his are also going to get some attention. His nails curiously, lightly drag over the back of one of them, stroking it the same attentive way he would his partner's scalp. He tips his head to lean it against Dearka's, muttering. ]
Good. Because I don't want you going anywhere.
[ He doesn't bother to try to hide or shift that selfishly covetous tone in his words. And to emphasize that, the other hand that circles around his middle clutches at him tightly, nails digging through fur and into his skin. ]
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Like. Good in a way that's kind of almost counterintuitive to what he's trying to do here, tbh, because he almost just wants to stop what he's doing while he leans in harder for more ear scritchies. Yzak's domineering attitude and the sting of claws pricking into his midriff keep him focused enough to multitask at least, those covetous words stoking the fire in Dearka's core. A breath he didn't realize he was even holding gets let out as an excited whine, and his tail wags a little faster. The hand on Yzak's butt gives a greedy little squeeze.
With Yzak already up in his arms, Dearka's positioned to take this to pretty much anywhere they'd like... But he's desperate and horny, so he picks the wall, that being the most immediately available option, even if it's not necessarily the most practical one. He thumps Yzak up against it, pinning him, using the surface as extra support to free his one hand up so he can tug at the waistband of his pants (or his belt, if that's an extra barrier here). Because, yeah, he's rowdy and not really in the mood for a lot of foreplay. Yzak's neck is getting peppered with little kisses and nips in the meanwhile though, Dearka's fangs occasionally grazing lightly against his pale skin. Yzak's body temperature being slightly lower than normal doesn't seem to be at all a deterrent either, and if anything it feels like Dearka is running hotter than usual. A real fire and ice situation going on here.
Of course, if Yzak has a problem with the current positioning-- like if being pinned against the wall is uncomfortable on his new wings-- he'll have to speak up and give a little corrective feedback. Dearka's not really being as considerate as he would normally be.]
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Truth be told, he likes the rough handling and Dearka's impatience in shoving him up against the wall. Even though he's not as physically bulky, he's still strong and perfectly capable of being manhandled. Yzak's mood for anything can pivot from calmer to intense at the drop of a hat, and this is quickly becoming one of those times where the thought of Dearka fucking him against or over something as hard as he can is all that he wants, drowning out even the dull awareness he was feeling earlier of anything else happening outside of this room. It's a mix of the delight he gets out of driving his partner crazy, the pride he feels in himself and his own strength to know he can take and match anything he gets, and ... because he loves this guy and who wouldn't just love to be occasionally fucked silly by their boyfriend? So there's a satisfied little smile on his lips when he tips his chin up to give Dearka better access to his neck, the groan he lets out unmuffled and tinged with the tone of that satisfaction, shifting into a soft laugh as that breath leaves his body. ]
Can't even wait long enough for the couch, huh?
[ He teases as those fingers still thread through his hair and behind one of his ears, clearly pleased with the position they're in, even if the couch is a lot closer than the bedroom or even that table over there.
It's like another form of hunger is replacing the one he just had to sate by drinking his blood - and perhaps the fact that it was Dearka who sated it is part of why these feelings flare up as quickly as they do. It's his blood giving Yzak the energy he has now, his blood he wants when needs it again, the sense of it still nearly overwhelming him and drawing him in as much as he's drawn in by Dearka himself. Even if this is some trait of his new vampirism ... it's fine, he thinks, since it's who'd he choose for it anyway if it was and if he knew about it.
Of course, said boyfriend he's excited to be fucked silly by is well over half transformed into a werewolf. He feels those fangs drag over the skin of his neck, as sharp and dangerous as his own yet he feels no fear. Only the caution he promised and wanted in return. And the intensity of Dearka's erection pressing needily against him topped off with that clawed hand of his reaching to work at his pants sends a tingling shiver right down Yzak's spine, his own dick agonizingly tight beneath the fabric of his pants and undergarments. But suddenly thinking about dick so intently is exactly what begs the next question. ]
Hang on- just one second.
[ He gives a gentle tug to Dearka's hair so he can lift his head to meet his gaze. ]
Before you go ahead and do anything else, how much of you is changed here?
[ To emphasize the point, he shifts his hips just the slightest bit against his groin. ]
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The thing is, Yzak's question IS a valid one. It's also a question that Dearka was sort of low-key hoping to just coast past without examining, because he's actually pretty afraid to check? If he just, ignores it, and they keep going, surely it won't even matter what his dick looks like when it comes time to put it in. But if they check now... And it turns out to be really weird looking or something... They might have to stop and deal with that. And then depending on how bad it is and how put-off Yzak is, he worries he might not EVER get the release he seeks... Barring a miserable solo act.
He's been called out now though, so there's nothing else really for it. Dearka closes his eyes and swallows, choking down on a tiny whine that threatens to escape him at that tease of contact from Yzak.]
Hah... You know, I... Haven't actually had the chance to check yet.... [There, he admitted it. Sheepishly, his ears out flat, and a mildly guilty smirk on his face.] So? Should I take you to the couch after all then? So I can whip it out, and you can inspect?
[He's deliberately being kind of lewd and crude in a vain attempt to cover up how nervous he is. Which is, you know... A tactic Yzak is probably familiar seeing from him.]
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He does in fact note the way Dearka's ears shift despite his words trying to cover up the insecurity ... and it's endearing in its own way because he so seldom gets like this and it in turn triggers a want in Yzak to assure him that it's fine and he's fine and it's a stupid feeling to have around him because he's Dearka and it's not like Yzak's feelings are going to change here regardless of any weird shit or HOW weird things can get. Peak 'would you still love me if I was a worm' validation behavior. And on a more personal note, Yzak doesn't really want to move because he's gotten pretty excited about being banged against this wall - it's fitting for these new powerful swirls of this ... ferocity in both of them, however Yzak can simply get worked up into being a little freak sometimes, too.
But what comes out of Yzak's mouth is something quick, blurted. ]
I'd just like to have some idea of what's going inside me!
[ He yells that staring straight at Dearka, nose to nose, and then as if what he says really registers to him as something he just said outloud, well that ice and fire thing may temporarily not apply because of the way he feels his face burn. ]
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He snorts, and then breaks into a brief but hearty fit of laughter, forced to momentarily lower his head and rest it on Yzak's shoulder so he's not literally laughing right in the man's face. His hands shift, one clapping him lightly on the back of his head and threading through his silky silver hair as he half leans on him and half squeezes him in a wall-assisted embrace.]
Yeah... Yeah, of course you do. [His tone is still higher pitched with traces of laughter lingering, but he lifts his head again to grin lopsidedly at Yzak.] Haah. Can't exactly fault you for that. Alright...
[Dearka huffs with resolve and makes to investigate the situation personally. Downside to the wall: despite his enhanced strength, he still only has two hands??? He has to shift and renegotiate things a little bit to make sure he's got Yzak supported enough, while he fumbles with his pants with his other hand. His ears are still flattened slightly with nerves as he does, and he runs into some difficulty trying to negotiate the layers of garments down past his eager erection.]
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Yzak feels his shoulders untense, and he lets out a soft laugh in turn, because how could he not at the absurdity of what just came out of his mouth? And when Dearka lifts his head to look at him again, his lips are upturned into a small smile, cheeks still red and warm from the awkwardness and the excitement, maybe now a touch from the endearment, too, that Dearka's laugh can invoke. ]
Here...
[ Reluctant as he it to detach himself from his partner, it does mean that he'll get to be pushed up against that wall again once they've situated. Yzak's hand slips down from Dearka's hair to around his neck so he can drop himself down enough and give the other man the space he needs - his shirt hitching up and the fur on Dearka's body tickling at his chest and stomach when he does so. He doesn't do that just for the dick check, either. But so he he can properly rid himself of his constraints entirely to make this easier - and Yzak is still Yzak, vampire or not, so there's nothing particularly sexy about the way he does it. At least he hasn't ripped through most of his clothes like his lover has.
Truth be told, he is curious about the dick sitch, as is his right, all things considered and as he just loudly proclaimed. While he makes work of getting his pants off all the way - agonizing on its own because even brushing the back of his hand over his own cock in the process sends a sharp wave of exhilaration right up through his body, eager for release of its own. Yzak lets out a deep breath, barely containing the way his body trembles with that need, and he tries to at least be a little discreet in the way his eyes flick down to Dearka's hands as they get his own pants off. He has some tact. (but he is still Looking Directly At It) ]
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