[ 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) ]
[Dearka is obviously every bit as reluctant to set Yzak back down, especially when he wants to keep that rare gem of a soft smile up within kissing range... But he's also a good boy who is willing to follow Yzak's lead as always, so he plays along.
His hand still hesitates on his waistband for a moment, as he's unable to shake this particularly odd sense of foreboding he has. Now that he really thinks about it... Something DOES feel rather different down there, and he's more nervous than he'd care to admit about getting visual confirmation on that fact.
He slowly pulls the waistband out as far as he can, so he can get little a peek at it first before exposing himself enough for Yzak to see. And right away, what he sees visibly startles him, enough that he actually grunts in alarm. He's actually horrified, just for a split second, that he'd somehow injured himself down there without noticing.... But such is a justified reaction when you're first discovering that your dick has gone full on red rocket, doggy style.
Dearka yanks his pants down further to hastily get a better look at it, and at this point Yzak will be able to see it too and learn that this is DEFINITELY not a normal human cock anymore. This is a were-dick, a lycan-cock... One that looks like it's fucking mcdonald's branded or something, because Dearka's normal bush has been replaced with a lot of wispy yellow-blonde fur, which extends to the sheathe that would be normally housing his junk when it's not in use.
Actually, it uh... It retracts now. A good bit. Because he's so startled by this discovery, it temporarily kills his boner. He's still staring at it, slack-jawed and in stunned silence, ears drooped and one eye twitching.]
[ Fitting here that it looks McDonald's branded considering its mascot is a clown.
There's a lot of things that go through Yzak's mind in that moment when he, too, gets a good look at this thing before it goes into hiding. Next to his own dick, it's for sure bigger considering how Dearka himself has transformed ... and it's about to go in him? Can he handle something like that?
Of course he can, that stubbornly determined part of him immediately yells, he's Yzak Jule, he can take anything!
With that quick wave of determination comes another tingle of excitement, because being fucked against a wall by your hulking horny boyfriend with that? Weird as it still is, with his fur and his limbs and his face and even the dick, it's still something that burns inside of him as strongly as he can still taste his blood on his tongue. Not to mention, can Yzak really pass judgment on a red dick when arguably, his face is redder right now? Probably not, yet his expressions mirror Dearka's. There's definitely the shock of that not being the penis he's used to seeing (touching, riding, sucking), not a repulsion (cause he was getting into this!) but a curious hesitance. The sort Yzak has with any new thing he's ready to face and push through cause he ain't no coward.
He opens his mouth to say something, but that's when the thing unexpectedly retracts, so all that comes out is a surprised, garbled aaah?!
Wide-eyed, he looks from where the disappearing dick was back up to Dearka. ]
How did you do that?!
[ Not a sexy question at all, but it's all he's got. ]
[Dearka actually flinches, and it's really fortunate that he's already set Yzak down because he might just have dropped him otherwise. Soldier with nerves of steel, rattled by his boyfriend squawking.]
I didn't-- I mean, not on purpose, it just happened on it's own--!
[He buries his face in one (large) (clawed) (hairy) hand, shaking his head for a moment.]
Fuck... I guess I gotta coax it back out? What the fuck...
[He's muttering grumpily, but his overall horniness still hasn't abated; severe shock may have sent this were-cock into hiding, but it's not going to be enough to keep it down for good. The transformation's influence is far too strong.
He grips himself at the base and starts experimentally jerking it a little.]
[ Something about coax it back out nearly brings Yzak back to the level of amusement he had just moments ago. An affectionate amusement, the sort anybody would have for and with their partner in a situation like this - something new and uncharted, surprising, awkward and clumsy, embarrassing... but trusted to be accepted and carried by the person with whom you're sharing those vulnerabilities with, ultimately, no judgement.
Yzak isn't surprised when Dearka reaches down to grab himself. But he did, for a moment, wonder if that was going to be that. He wouldn't have complained if it was, since it would have meant moving on to whatever next steps they'd have to take. (still ever focused on the path ahead, on solutions, on information gathering) Yeah he would have been left high and dry himself, but unsurprisingly Yzak is able to disengage from arousal and the desire to fuck if he has to, just as easily as anything else. In comparison to so many other things, it isn't as important ... fantastic as it feels to get lost in.
He doesn't know what to do for a moment when his attention is drawn back to Dearka's hand. He averts his gaze, politely, unsure if it would be too weird to just watch that. Like, does he just stand there while Dearka strokes himself back to full arousal? It would be rude to stare, wouldn't it?
...
But curiosity as strong what Dearka feels as he tentatively handles himself hums inside of Yzak. And he's not the sort of person who can idle without going crazy. So his eyes briefly flick up to his partner's, suggestive, from beneath his bangs. ]
Let me help.
[ His tone is as asking as it is declarative, his way of letting it be known that he'd like to investigate a little closer, too. He tips his head down so those bangs obscure his sheepish face. One hand slides to rest on Dearka's hip, fingers combing through warm fur, squeezing gently, assuring. The other reaches down to slide it half over Dearka's around his dick, fingertips brushing against red flesh with a level of fascination. ]
[Would it be rude to stare? Who knows, maybe Dearka likes to be watched... Though he certainly likes being touched even better. Yzak speaks up with that offer to help, and Dearka's pupils dilate as he looks down at him, eyes becoming vast pools of black rimmed by only a thin sliver of purple.
He slides his hand back from his shaft, more curious to see how Yzak is going to handle this. It's a good moment to reflect on how lucky he is, to have a partner who is willing to look past the drastic physical changes he's undergone and fuck him anyway. Because seriously... His poor dong... What the hell...
Focus. He's a sucker for the times when Yzak tries to hide his face under his bangs like that. It's endlessly endearing how sheepish he gets, but it's kind of extra funny here? Like, remind him which of the two of them is the one with the fucked up looking dick...? That's just typical Yzak, though. Big bad military commander who gets easily flustered in matters of the bedroom. Dearka's tail wags slowly as he feels his partner's fingers brushing through his fur, setting little whorls of relaxation adrift under his skin.
He lets out a tiny groan when Yzak touches him, and his body does indeed react to the touch, more of that bright red length emerging.]
...'Least it still reacts right to the same things. Fucking shit...
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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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His hand still hesitates on his waistband for a moment, as he's unable to shake this particularly odd sense of foreboding he has. Now that he really thinks about it... Something DOES feel rather different down there, and he's more nervous than he'd care to admit about getting visual confirmation on that fact.
He slowly pulls the waistband out as far as he can, so he can get little a peek at it first before exposing himself enough for Yzak to see. And right away, what he sees visibly startles him, enough that he actually grunts in alarm. He's actually horrified, just for a split second, that he'd somehow injured himself down there without noticing.... But such is a justified reaction when you're first discovering that your dick has gone full on red rocket, doggy style.
Dearka yanks his pants down further to hastily get a better look at it, and at this point Yzak will be able to see it too and learn that this is DEFINITELY not a normal human cock anymore. This is a were-dick, a lycan-cock... One that looks like it's fucking mcdonald's branded or something, because Dearka's normal bush has been replaced with a lot of wispy yellow-blonde fur, which extends to the sheathe that would be normally housing his junk when it's not in use.
Actually, it uh... It retracts now. A good bit. Because he's so startled by this discovery, it temporarily kills his boner. He's still staring at it, slack-jawed and in stunned silence, ears drooped and one eye twitching.]
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There's a lot of things that go through Yzak's mind in that moment when he, too, gets a good look at this thing before it goes into hiding. Next to his own dick, it's for sure bigger considering how Dearka himself has transformed ... and it's about to go in him? Can he handle something like that?
Of course he can, that stubbornly determined part of him immediately yells, he's Yzak Jule, he can take anything!
With that quick wave of determination comes another tingle of excitement, because being fucked against a wall by your hulking horny boyfriend with that? Weird as it still is, with his fur and his limbs and his face and even the dick, it's still something that burns inside of him as strongly as he can still taste his blood on his tongue. Not to mention, can Yzak really pass judgment on a red dick when arguably, his face is redder right now? Probably not, yet his expressions mirror Dearka's. There's definitely the shock of that not being the penis he's used to seeing (touching, riding, sucking), not a repulsion (cause he was getting into this!) but a curious hesitance. The sort Yzak has with any new thing he's ready to face and push through cause he ain't no coward.
He opens his mouth to say something, but that's when the thing unexpectedly retracts, so all that comes out is a surprised, garbled aaah?!
Wide-eyed, he looks from where the disappearing dick was back up to Dearka. ]
How did you do that?!
[ Not a sexy question at all, but it's all he's got. ]
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I didn't-- I mean, not on purpose, it just happened on it's own--!
[He buries his face in one (large) (clawed) (hairy) hand, shaking his head for a moment.]
Fuck... I guess I gotta coax it back out? What the fuck...
[He's muttering grumpily, but his overall horniness still hasn't abated; severe shock may have sent this were-cock into hiding, but it's not going to be enough to keep it down for good. The transformation's influence is far too strong.
He grips himself at the base and starts experimentally jerking it a little.]
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Yzak isn't surprised when Dearka reaches down to grab himself. But he did, for a moment, wonder if that was going to be that. He wouldn't have complained if it was, since it would have meant moving on to whatever next steps they'd have to take. (still ever focused on the path ahead, on solutions, on information gathering) Yeah he would have been left high and dry himself, but unsurprisingly Yzak is able to disengage from arousal and the desire to fuck if he has to, just as easily as anything else. In comparison to so many other things, it isn't as important ... fantastic as it feels to get lost in.
He doesn't know what to do for a moment when his attention is drawn back to Dearka's hand. He averts his gaze, politely, unsure if it would be too weird to just watch that. Like, does he just stand there while Dearka strokes himself back to full arousal? It would be rude to stare, wouldn't it?
...
But curiosity as strong what Dearka feels as he tentatively handles himself hums inside of Yzak. And he's not the sort of person who can idle without going crazy. So his eyes briefly flick up to his partner's, suggestive, from beneath his bangs. ]
Let me help.
[ His tone is as asking as it is declarative, his way of letting it be known that he'd like to investigate a little closer, too. He tips his head down so those bangs obscure his sheepish face. One hand slides to rest on Dearka's hip, fingers combing through warm fur, squeezing gently, assuring. The other reaches down to slide it half over Dearka's around his dick, fingertips brushing against red flesh with a level of fascination. ]
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He slides his hand back from his shaft, more curious to see how Yzak is going to handle this. It's a good moment to reflect on how lucky he is, to have a partner who is willing to look past the drastic physical changes he's undergone and fuck him anyway. Because seriously... His poor dong... What the hell...
Focus. He's a sucker for the times when Yzak tries to hide his face under his bangs like that. It's endlessly endearing how sheepish he gets, but it's kind of extra funny here? Like, remind him which of the two of them is the one with the fucked up looking dick...? That's just typical Yzak, though. Big bad military commander who gets easily flustered in matters of the bedroom. Dearka's tail wags slowly as he feels his partner's fingers brushing through his fur, setting little whorls of relaxation adrift under his skin.
He lets out a tiny groan when Yzak touches him, and his body does indeed react to the touch, more of that bright red length emerging.]
...'Least it still reacts right to the same things. Fucking shit...
[Small mercies.]