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[Ives' ears give a cute flicker of recognition at the order. He hums against Nehan's skin before separating his mouth from a nipple. Licking his lips after, that cuts off any trail of saliva and lets him savor the taste of skin. He needs both hands to get at the clasps of his pants, so Nehan is left to balance himself on the Giant's thigh as he shifts around. He needs to unhook a portion that loops over his tail and then one in the front, slipping the garment down after that. It's all he's wearing, luckily...

Also, no getting around it; he has a massive, uncut, erect cock there to reveal. With his height that's to be expected, but he might actually be large for his current size. He did mention he'll keep getting taller, right? His expression isn't shy, so much as hope that's what you expected/I>.]

[nehan is fine perching as ives busies himself with his clothing, because he's found himself something to do.

namely, rocking into the giant's thigh to satisfy the needs of his now-alive dick, only pausing when he notes just what exactly ives was hiding in his clothes. then he tilts his head at it, ears turning.]

Hmm. [he reaches out and pats it, before stroking.

too thick for his hand to close around it properly, but then again, nehan they do have over a foot's height difference... and he's unafraid of that sort of thing.]

[His pants are stripped entirely off and he sets his hands down beside himself on the seat. Keep them out of the way while Nehan gives him a pleasantly scrutinizing look over. The man's hand is much smaller than his own, gripping onto his cock. Ives gives a short, quick intake of air when he's stroked, twitching against Nehan's palm.

He avoids squirming, not wanting to jostle the man around on his now naked thigh. A bit sensitive, that spot on his leg, Nehan seating himself where his skin turned to the fur of his faun legs. That line of difference is an arch from his inner knee upward to about mid-outer thigh, leaving his inner thighs smooth and dusted with freckles.

Ives looks over Nehan in return, glad to see his own erection wasn't flagging from disinterest. In working order, so...]

Getting ideas for what you want me to do, Doctor?

I want you to sit and accept whatever I give you, certainly. [ives did say he prefers being told what to do, ordered around, and nehan can assume he likes being dominated. so that's what he's doing, even if he so dearly wants to dig his fingers into all that fur. he wasn't lying when he told a human that he likes his men with fur or horns-- and this giant goatman has both.

shuffling forward to press their cocks together, nehan holds them with both hands, and looks back up to catch ives' eye.]

A shame I didn't have the foresight to place oils in my coat, otherwise I would have ridden you right here, right now.

[shameless.]

[When Nehan catches his eyes, they're blown wide, dilated with obvious arousal to just... everything Nehan's putting out right now. Just his taste, really, small and dominant.

Of course, Ives' arousal is obvious in so many ways at this point. He's rock hard within Nehan's grip, panting to get held up against the other man's cock. His ears are perked forward, that long tail of his now just outright batting back and forth like some excited animal. Flushed skin is bright and trails from his cheeks to his shoulders, blushing heat all along the fridges of his fur.

Reaching his hands out, he's almost shaky with desire, anchoring his palms to each side of Nehan's thighs straddling him. He won't get them in way, but he does want to grip onto the man right back.]

Next time... I'll be better prepared. [should there be a next time goes unsaid. Ives already very much wants there to be a next time. He's an eager creature, stoic demeanor melting by the moment]

Next time, is it...

[nehan puts his legs around the man's waist, feet on the back of the chair to give himself some leverage later. then he starts to stroke both of them, timing his breathing with the movements of his hands as he keeps looking straight at ives in the eyes.]

Then I'll wait to destroy you until next time. [not a boast, but a promise.]

Haah, just- ... Just, just put me back together... after, Doctor... [if he's going to get destroyed, which really just sets his imagination spinning. The man's assertive control is just what Ives likes most, perhaps because he's so used to being that person, it's appeals to Ives to give that up during sex. If there's ever a time to be a different person, it's when he loses all sense of his stoic nature and becomes a panting, blushing mess. Nehan riding him into utmost submission is a destruction he'll look forward to.

And it's a thought riling him up currently. His cock twitches against the other man's cock and grasp, slicking up both with precum. It occurs to him that it's been a while in the sense of... he's not sure he'd yet fooled around with anybody this particular life. It would be silly to think he has anything like chastity, but with his repeating lifecycle, this would be the first this time around. Another jolt of self-conscious embarrassment, his body more young and eager than he perhaps anticipated in all his earlier confidence. He's going to have to try particularly hard to hold himself back from bursting early...]

Only after I'm properly done with you.

[nehan is gratified with the effect he has on the man-- after all, with such a long time of having nothing, it's good to know that he still knows what to do, and it seems like ives doesn't mind the roughness of his hands and body.

for good measure, nehan starts to rock his hips, adding another sort of friction between them, and he has to bite his lower lip-- that's beyond being able to feel. that's sensitivity, and he's relieved at that.

it feels good.]

That's... one way, to make sure I always owe you... [Ives groans out in a flustered sort of bemusement, because clearly he wouldn't mind that arrangement one bit. Sounds like a pretty good deal.

When Nehan rolls his hips along with everything else, Ives briefly bucks back, gasping along with it. He wants to writhe more, but beneath the man, he doesn't have much leverage that isn't going to just toss Nehan right off him. He needs to sit still and be a good boy.

With one arm leaned back to best hold himself in place, he reaches his other to Nehan's hair again. He pets through his hair to an ear to stroke in very gentle contrast. That biting of his lip is so tempting... Ives leans in, nudging his forehead to the other man to ask further permission]

Can I kiss you-? [some people don't really like that, think it too intimate for casual sex, but Ives always found it somewhat... silly reason. They're already doing this much, what's adding that in? Still, it's Nehan's say, Ives is going to obey his command]

[unlike many others, nehan thinks nothing of the act of kissing. it's simply "something" to him, and that sort of mentality is what allows him to nod his head in a quick and simple response, releasing his lip so he can speak.

and allow ives to do what he wants.]

Do whatever you want.

[That's clear and concise, just as Ives likes it. He holds Nehan's head around back of an ear, stroking along the fur softly with his thumb. His lips meet with Nehan's and he's not hesitant to escalate the passion there. He nibbles his somewhat jagged teeth to the man's lip, none too roughly, just bait to see if Nehan will bite back at him... another thing he quite likes.

Though maybe that's a bad idea, when he wants to drag his tongue along teeth, tangle also with the other man's tongue. He's curious about all of it, thoroughly in the mindset of experimenting and gauging the man's reaction to understand what might best effect him.

It keeps Ives' mind off himself, something very necessary with how on edge he's getting with Nehan's stroking hands and wagging hips upping the pleasure between then each moment]

[nehan doesn't just bite-- he chomps, especially when piqued in the way ives does, touching his ears. he growls softly, gnawing on ives' bitten lip to plump it up even further.

one hand comes up from their joined cocks, the erune satisfied with the friction they have, to knead and pinch at one large nipple and see if, in ives' case, a larger body means more sensitivity.]

[Ives lets out a guttural, humming moan at the harsher attention to his lip. That's precisely the rougher treatment he likes to get.

Which probably makes it funny when a simple pinch makes him yelp a little goat "Ba-a!" and then look quite grumpy about it. The newly swollen bottom lip probably only make him look more pouty than he realizes]

No- pinching. I don't like that. [biting, okay. Pinching, no. Biting in a pinching fashion? Probably also no, by extension.]

[nehan snorts, the one sound of amusement he's made this whole time. ives really is a goat, isn't he? making funny little noises that amuse the erune enough that he's not put out by no longer being allowed to pinch.

so he simply nods, and rolls his hand into a paw shape, kneading ives' chest and nipple instead.]

Understood. But is this fine, for instance?

[Ives' look of fussiness largely fades the moment Nehan acknowledges and adjusts. The kneading over his chest is very nice in comparison. Actually, it's very nice in comparison to most touch. He takes a breath in and fills his chest into Nehan's hands, before speaking]

Yes... that's nice. I don't mind being grabbed or scratched, either. [pinching is just an irritating sensation, it makes him itch and not in a pleasant, goosebumps kind of way. Scratched does give him an idea and he'll do as much at the base of Nehan's ear, half as a joke and half to see if he genuinely reacts funny to it]

[scratching does tend to be good, but the problem with it tends to be that it's too good. the erune shivers, a full-body tremble that brings him rocking against ives, before his limbs fall languid.

then he shakes his head, prying one eye open.]

If-- if you want me to continue with this, don't scratch my ears.

[Oh that's very effective, it seems. The shiver is attractive and that rocking into him makes Ives sigh out in turn, but then he gets an all too tempting warning.

Which he straight up doesn't heed, because it was not a no. In fact, he'll just double up, lifting both hands for ear scratches on either side]

You've had me on edge this whole time. I need to catch you up...

Call that Karma. [bite him again, he deserves it, thinking he's so clever]

[with a stare at ives' face before he breaks eye contact, the erune turns his head to bite the goatman's wrist, digging his fangs in just enough to be a warning.

and his hands fall from their bodies, sitting on top of his thighs now. he's stopped touching both of them because god damn it, he will punish this man for messing with him, even if that means not satisfying himself.]

[The soft underside of his wrist gets a well deserved chomping on and he again yelps, though much louder]

Ba-aa-aaa..! [it is successful in getting his own hands to pull away, no longer going the ears. Alas, he had to push it. Is this an impasse-? He's just irritating enough to cause that, huh. No, no, he's also very determined and Nehan isn't jumping out of his lap just yet.]

Fine- fine, fine- understood. [He echoes, before reaching his own hand down between them. His hands are much larger than Nehan's, after all, it's much easier for him to hook his own cock around his thumb and press his fingers to Nehan's, pulling their lengths together in a firm and rugged grip. They're already worked up and somewhat slick, so his more calloused hold adds more friction back in]

My turn at this-? [Nehan can still sway his hips, but he's got much more options for grabbing at Ives with both hands free]

[if he'd just asked, nehan would have let him. the erune thinks he still may allow it, but only when the man asks, and stops if nehan tells him to stop. but the erune wont tell-- he'll just let the goatman learn for himself.

then nehan reaches for one of ives' horns, tugging on it.]

That's debt for next time, Ives. I will ruin you, and let you pick up the pieces.

[then he grabs at both their cocks again, underneath the man's much larger hand.]

[Grabbing onto one of those horns should be an interesting sensation. They are the magical center of Ives' body and he is very, highly magical. They practically hum beneath the touch with power, Nehan will feel a pulse when he grabs on. It's nearly like static, but instead of an electrical jolt it's like being shocked awake from a daydream. Ives' is also immediately effected by the grab and appears to immediately fall into line, nodding along to the erune's words.]

I'll count that... a promise. [it might be a threat to others, but he's into it. His length aches beneath their different grips and he gives short strokes, teasing the tip of Nehan's cock against his. He wasn't kidding about holding back all that while, he feels far too overeager in this state. Not wanting to embarrass himself or disappoint is priority, but he's not sure how much longer that'll last]

[there's power sparking under his hand, and nehan wants to learn more about it. next time, he has to tell himself. next time, and he satisfies himself with ives' hands and cock in the meantime, having mercy on the goat and holding onto his shoulder instead.

and he rocks harder against ives, growling, ears trembling. he thinks they've been waiting long enough, and nehan rolls his hips, intent on giving them what they both want.]

[There's a sigh of wound up relief when Nehan's hand falls away from a horn and digs instead into his shoulder. Plenty of fluff there for the man to anchor onto and use for leverage. If he kept hold of Ives' horn like a handle, he might not be able to think soon enough. Not that he's doing much better as Nehan's thrusts against him. Falling back into the passion and sensations between them is very easy for Ives. He already appears so tense, it's no wonder at all that he's spun up.

It won't take him long to nearly be there]

Getting- I'm getting to my limit- Doctor... [is he going to come too quick? He supposes that's not the worst, whatever, if Nehan doesn't get off from this Ive can use his mouth as he initially offered. That's fine, Ives' hand around them both isn't stopping, but it is trying to tease the soft head of Nehan's cock as much as he can]

[the need in ives' voice only serves to make nehan even more focused on chasing climax. he releases the man's horn in favor of slapping the giant's thigh, like he's spurring on a race horse.

really, if he had access to the man's rear, he would have spanked that instead.]

Do it, then.

[The slap to his thigh makes his legs jolt, bucking Nehan all the more into him in the process. The grip of his hand loosens up and moves as quick as he can. The command does even more for him, his ears flickering because Ives just plain likes following orders. He buckles under that temptation, glad he's sitting and Nehan's on top of him. Slouching forward, he presses his forehead to the top of Nehan's hair, between those fluffy ears of his. He bites down on his lip and there's even something like a small smile there, relief washing through Ives as he hits his climax.

His cock pumps against the other man's, spraying largely into his own hand. An orgasm that lasts, given how damn tense and pent up Ives was. He moans deep and rumbling in the back of his throat, breath held beyond that]

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