Void Time Baby

I’m f/25, looking for 18+ only, preferred 20+, semi-lit to full lit. I tend to get pretty wordy with my responses, usually multi-paragraphs, but I really prefer quality over quantity, so don’t feel like you need to match my length if you don’t want to. 

Looking for something longterm/slowburn like, with heavy focus on how the Cybertronian war actually effects character dynamics/friendships/relationships. Ships and NSFW are perfectly fine, but not necessary. I’m more than happy to discuss ideas for plot, or at least vague directions we’d like to take things. Doubling up is fine, as long as you’re also willing to double.

Some of the ships I’m interested in doing, and I’m happy playing any characters involved in these so take your pick on who you’d like to be:

Soundwave/Ratchet

Soundwave/Cosmos

Soundwave/Blaster

Ratchet/Impactor

Powerglide/Cyclonus

Cyclonus/Whirl

Wheeljack/Starscream

Jazz/Bumblebee

Thundercracker/Reflector

Perceptor/Skyfire

Perceptor/Brainstorm

Skids/Swerve

Grimlock/Misfire/Swerve

Tesaurus/Vos

Elite Trine Shenanigans (Romantic or Platonic)

Soundwave + Cassettes (Platonic only)

“Predictable.”

With one word, the carefully cultivated and expertly crafted atmosphere that had slowly been built up over the course of several hours was shattered. The candles at the side of the table flicker in the darkness of the cabin, but the wavering light does nothing to reveal the expression of the scrybe sat at the head of the table. The irritated gleam in the stark glowing eyes was impossible for Magnificus to miss, but it was of no consequence to him.

He’d allowed Leshy to weave to his tale this long, to drone on and on with little input from Magnificus beyond responding as was necessary to continue the story while cards were dealt and mechanics were explained. Enthralling, at first, Magnificus had been quite impressed at how effective it could be to simply draw blood from a lowly squirrel, to see the brutal, effective danger that a beast deck could pose with enough thought put into it. Five games in, however, and Magnificus was beginning to see the flaws that Leshy had built into his system. Whether or not he was aware of these simple exploits, Magnificus wasn’t too sure, but given what he knew about the other scrybe, he could only assume that Leshy didn’t realize that he had a problem.

And he certainly didn’t seem to like being informed of such. That was something that Magnificus had long since come to expect from him though.

“...Pardon?” Leshy asked, eyes unwaveringly locked on Magnificus as he glanced between the three wooden carvings that had been placed before him.

“This,” Magnificus began as he reached forward towards one of the carvings, dragging the fecundity totem towards himself by one of his claws before plucking it up and attatching it to his squirrel head. “Is becoming quite predictable, Leshy. While I applaud you on your effective story telling, the mechanics themselves have started to prove themselves to be quite…. Lacking.”

“Do not insult my beasts, Magnificus, simply because you lack the creativity to make proper use of my deck doesn’t mean that it’s lacking.” Leshy said, his rebuttal sharp and curt, a harshness in his voice that had been lacking throughout the prior hours.  

“You do realize who you’re speaking to, yes?” Magnificus asks, his head tilting to the side just slightly as he spoke, and for a brief moment it seemed to him as though the whites of Leshy’s eyes dimmed ever so slightly, taking on a hint of a red tint. “A deck of Magic is all about creativity, adapting to the unexpected. I have adapted time and time again now with every twist you have attempted to throw my way, and it’s becoming painfully clear that you’re already running out of tricks to amuse me with.”

There is silence from Leshy, finally. A sweet, satisfying pause that causes a sort of smug satisfaction to build up within Magnificus. Then, as he had many times before this, Leshy reached across the table to once again shuffle Magnificus’ deck for him, setting the fresh pile down at his side.

Predictable…

It took Leshy longer than it normally would have to find his voice again. He’d closed his eyes for the briefest moment and cleared his throat, before his tone shifted back down and he settled himself back into the story before Magnificus had, in his opinion, so rudely interrupted.

“Two paths lay before you, Magnificus. Take your time, and choose your next step carefully. There is no turning back once you have begun...” Leshy said, unfurling the game map between them, and as he did so Magnificus sat forward to see what lay ahead and decide what his plan of action would be.

“….To the right. There is a sacrificial alter further along.” Magnificus said after a few moments of consideration. Visions weren’t necessary to see the power he could gain with his choice. “These Field Mice won’t be much use to me in their current state. Their sigil, however, will win the game for me in the end. Once more.”

The glare Leshy sent his way was nearly palpable, and Magnificus met it with his own steely gaze head on. Magnificus would follow the rules of Leshy’s broken game, and he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop him.

“…Very well.” Leshy muttered as he reached for Magnificus’ character statue. “Lets continue.”

* * *

“Are you truly having fun with this?” Leshy asked, handing Magnificus yet another card. A carbon copy of another that he currently had twenty-six of in his hand. “You have… been at this for some time now….”

“Why? Are you not curious what it’s truly like to push the limits of your system, Leshy?” Magnificus asked, a low hum escaping him as he placed down his ouroboros once more. It seemed he was perfectly content to endlessly torment Leshy with a loop of ouroboros deaths and ever populating squirrels. “These are your cards, you ought to know well what they do...”

“I’m fully aware of their capabilities. However most who have sat at my table are kind enough to at least drag the grind out between multiple encounters.” Leshy explained, his eyes growing ever duller as he watched Magnificus continue his cycle. They had all the time in the world, nothing beyond the game in front of them to think about for the foreseeable future, and still Magnificus chose to stall. “This has clearly gone beyond a desire to see what my cards can truly do though. This… this is little more than spite in it’s purest form....”

The low laugh that bubbled up from somewhere within Magnificus held a sadistic note to it, the sound alone sent the hackles running down Leshy’s spine standing on edge. “Well to answer your earlier question; this is rather amusing to me. I’d rather take my time to see how high I can truly power this up. Besides… it’s not as if there is much further down the road for me to wonder about and look forward to. The Angler is just ahead, if I remember correctly, yes?” He asked.

“The path ahead is shrouded in darkness, the thicket near suffocating the farther in you journey. What horrors may lay ahead of you can only be imagined until you take... that first... step...” Leshy urged, leaning forward just the slightest bit as he attempted to coax the wizard further along in the game.

There is a beat of silence between the two, before Magnificus pulls a card from his hand, and places a squirrel down on the board.

“Another, please. If you don’t mind….” Leshy sighs, and reaches for his collection of cards to fish another squirrel for Magnificus, ignoring the way Magnificus’ eyes shone brighter as he did so. * * *

"Did you really think... that I would wait forever, Magnificus?" Leshy asked with a low, almost growling voice. His fingers carded through layers of the thick fur to lightly scratch at the almost wooden surface of Magnificus' hidden body. It was rough under Leshy's fingertips, but pliable. He'd missed this. "I knew you would." Magnificus said. "As long as we were playing our game, you'd wait an eternity for this. For anything." "I like this game just as well." Leshy muttered. Something about that, whether it be Leshy's words or merely the way he spoke them, whatever it was it shook Magnificus to his very core. A heat bloomed within him, the first kindlings of a fire he hadn't felt in what seemed like eons. Above him, Leshy's eyes were wide, bright with newfound interest as his hands pushed deeper into the sea of fur, disappearing entirely under it as his hands ran lower, down Magnificus' sides, squeezing lightly to drag him closer to the edge of the table. It was difficult for him to read Magnificus' reactions given how covered he was, but Leshy knew that if Magnificus didn't want to be there with him, he would have already been long gone by way of magic. "Spread your legs for me." Leshy ordered, a bit of bite to his words that had Magnificus shivering under his touch. "And so the beast rears it's head. You don't often take control like this..." Magnificus spoke slowly, letting his eyes run over Leshy's form, tall and gaunt, an amalgamation of plant fibers and hard bark-like skin that disappeared under softer, shaggy fur the lower he let his eyes wander. He could hear Leshy’s hooves click against the cabin’s wooden floor as he shuffled forward, knocking Magnificus’ knees apart with his own as he moved to settle between them.

“Your legs...” Leshy repeated, and this time Magnificus obliged him.

“Is this your solution then?” Magnificus asked, spreading his legs wider until Leshy had situated himself comfortably between them, fur parted and brushed aside until hips were pressed together, and Leshy pulled Magnificus’ thin calves up higher so that they could loosely wrap around his waist. “The great Scrybe of Beasts finds himself bested, and so he must resort to such tasteless tactics, distraction, seduction. For the likes of you, I would nearly call this cheating...”

“Hush, Magnificus, you’ve bested me many times this evening. Do you not think you deserve a reward?” Leshy asked, a low teasing croon.

As Magnificus hooked his legs around Leshy’s hips to hold him close, he reached out towards one of the many branch-like horns that had sprouted forth from the mess of leaves covering his head and face. At a glance they looked like any other stick you may have seen growing on a tree, but they were strong, textured more like dried bones than wood. Magnificus gripped one tightly and pulled Leshy down over himself.

“You must think quite highly of yourself to consider this to be a worthy prize.” Magnificus said.

“It has always sufficed before.” Leshy said, watching with his own delight as Magnificus’ eyes narrowed at him. “But… if there is something else you’d like instead… All you have to do is ask. It’s all you’ve ever had to do.”

“No, this...” Magnificus paused for the briefest of moments, almost as if he was considering if he truly wanted to boost Leshy’s already somewhat overinflated ego, but it had been quite some time and Magnificus found himself with a deep ache that so rarely plagued him. One he knew Leshy could help with quite well. “This is what I want. As you said, I deserve this… I wish to be serviced tonight.”

“Serviced? What exactly did you have in mind?” Leshy asked.

“Use your imagination, Leshy. Be creative.” Magnificus urged, hips canting up just the slightest as he spoke. He wasn’t sure if it was the taunt or the movement itself that pulled a low growl from Leshy. “I came all this way out here to be thoroughly entertained...”

“And so you shall be.” Leshy promised.

Hidden below seemingly endless layers of shaggy fur, Magnificus was a terribly scrawny figure, making even Leshy appear rather bulky in comparison. Every inch that Leshy ran his fingers over, he could feel deep ridges and an almost skeletal frame covered in rough, scratchy skin. So very rarely could Leshy feel something akin to muscle beneath his touch, but it was these areas that always seemed to be the most sensitive, and Leshy’s favorite parts of Magnificus to explore.

His chest, which Magnificus seemed eager to push up into Leshy’s hand as it lazily roamed, lightly squeezing and digging the pad of his thumb in with a gentle massage.

His all too prominent ribs, which had Magnificus all but squirming under Leshy until he delivered and sharp smack to one of Leshy’s arms. It wasn’t enough to keep Leshy from playfully scratching his fingers over them as his hands continued their downward path.

His stomach, which trembled under feather light touches as Leshy all but pulled his hands away from Magnificus. No matter how delightful the frustrated complaints from Magnificus might have been if he had actually drawn his hands all the back as they neared where Magnificus truly desired to have them, Leshy simply couldn’t bring himself to be without the feel of Magnificus under his palms for even a moment.

Leshy dragged his hands over Magnificus’ sharp, narrow hips before moving onto his thighs. This was easily the softest place on Magnificus’ body, the most meat to be found on his entire form, but even so Leshy had no trouble closing his hands around them so that he could carefully pry Magnificus’ legs from around his waist and take a small step back. He wanted the perfect view of the incredible sight before him, and he knew just how to move Magnificus to get just that. He pulled one of Magnificus’ legs up a little higher, thankful that for once Magnificus seemed content with allowing Leshy to manhandle him for the sake of the pleasure he knew would come.

Leshy’s other hand moved up between Magnificus’ legs, palm coming to rest against one of the two protective slits located there, but at first Leshy had no real clue as to which it was under the mess of fur getting in the way. It didn’t matter right then though, not when all Leshy wanted to do was to get Magnificus worked up into a true frenzy. He dragged his hand down a little further, fingers brushing against the sensitive lips he found, teasing touches that more surprised Magnificus rather than anything else.

Magnificus took a sharp inhale of breath, only to let it out slowly as he calmed himself and welcomed the touches in. Leshy’s fingers worked in slow, deliberate circles over his upper slit in a way that worked wonders at awakening his body with the lightest hints of pleasure. A warmth had bloomed between his legs that made him want to squeeze his thighs together just to keep himself composed, to keep the sensations from becoming overwhelming and driving him beyond the point of no return before he was ready. Leshy was making sure that Magnificus’ legs stayed well spread apart though, and he brushed aside the copious amounts of fur getting in his way to let him better see what he was doing, and to give himself a moment to consider what exactly he wanted to do to Magnificus now that he had him spread out like this, which slit he wanted to focus his attention on.

In one, as Leshy so gently ran his thumb down the length of it, he could feel the tip of Magnificus’ cock just below, not yet pushing through to the warm air of the cabin. It would in time, and when it did Leshy could give it the attention it needed. For now though he set his sights lower, towards the second slit just below that. Warm, with a hint of dampness as Leshy dragged his thumb a little harder over this one. The folds parted easily, and the slight warmth gave away to hot, wet heat. Magnificus heaved a heavy sigh of anticipation, and Leshy pulled his hand back away from him entirely to glance at the sticky mess on his thumb. Soft, pale blue, almost seeming to glow just the slightest bit. Why couldn’t Magnificus have even one naturally colored body fluid?

In the moment though, it mattered not. Leshy felt a smug sense of gratification having brought Magnificus to this point of arousal with a bit of teasing and light touches, but it wouldn’t do. It wasn’t enough. He reached down again and carefully spread the slit open with gentle fingers, giving a low hum of appreciation at the sight of Magnificus so open, waiting, wanting him.

“Lovely….” Leshy mused, ignoring the way Magnificus lightly clawed at the table beneath him. More scratches, another set to match the last. Magnificus so often liked to show himself as a calm, composed being, but Leshy knew better. When the scales were truly tipped in his favor, and Magnificus had been pushed to his limits, that facade was so easily undone. The sweetest victory for one of Leshy’s favorite games. “Keep your legs spread for me, Magnificus.” He added.

There wasn’t much that Magnificus could see through the mess of disheveled fur that had been brushed aside and parted. It blocked pretty much everything Leshy was doing from sight. However when Leshy pulled his seat closer and sat down between Magnificus’ legs, it wasn’t hard for him to imagine where this was going. His expectations were met as Leshy pressed his palms against Magnificus’ thighs, and he leaned in to drag his tongue over the lower slit in a purposefully tedious manner. No preamble. No warning.

“Yes,” Magnificus hissed out, simply relishing such simple attention to an area that had long since been ignored in favor of more studious activities. The flames of desire had been fanned, and the bitter rivalry gave way to an overwhelming need to take every ounce of pleasure he could from Leshy. “Go on, Leshy, you’re better than this...”

To stoke the fire was a dangerous game with Leshy. The ever present risk of being utterly devoured, but the reward so tempting. Too tempting. And the gleam that flashed across Leshy’s gaze as he glanced upwards towards Magnificus gave no hint as to which path he had taken. No premonition could save him now.

Whether or not Magnificus knew it, he had a sweetness about him that Leshy found all too addicting whenever they came together like this. He had considered for half a moment barking back Magnificus for attempting to usurp his control by making such demands, but he knew that there were far more effective ways of silencing him, and so Leshy simply focused his attention fully on the task at hand. With the next swipe of his tongue over the softening folds of Magnificus’ lower slit, he felt a hand reach down and take hold of one of his horns, and a softer sigh escape the mage.

With a low groan, Leshy shifted his hold on Magnificus’ legs, hiking them up just a bit so that they could be shifted onto his shoulders. He shifted closer still, parting his lips as he sunk into the pleasure of tasting Magnificus, feeling him shudder under his touch, and hearing his somewhat fruitless attempts to keep himself quiet. His tongue pressed flat against Magnificus’ slit and it spread beautifully for him, and Leshy relished in the rush of wetness that coated his taste buds, so uniquely Magnificus. A rare delicacy to be savored.

Leshy gripped Magnificus’ narrow hips, digging blunt nails into the rough texture as he held him down, and slowly, so slowly, he worked his tongue a little deeper into Magnificus, searching eagerly for the small bead of sensitive nerves he knew hid just under the slit. He felt like he’d barely slipped the tip of his tongue in when he felt Magnificus tremble, and the grip on his horn tightened as if to draw him in closer. Always so sensitive…

Leshy swallowed his own low moan down as he parted his lips wider against Magnificus and sucked slowly as he dragged his tongue back, only to push it in once more, deeper this time. The feeling of Magnificus shuddering around him was perfect. The sound of his barely withheld gasp was everything to Leshy. It seemed the rules of tonight’s game were simple; Magnificus would take this pleasure, and Leshy would have his satisfaction.

As Leshy breathed in slowly through his nose, all he could smell was the distinct need Magnificus was feeling right then, a scent imperceptible to just about all but him. Pheromones. He wasn’t sure if Magnificus knew just what he was doing to Leshy, but they drove him absolutely wild every time and left Leshy with his pupils blown wide, the orange glow of his eyes shining brighter whenever it appeared, and Magnificus easily took notice of this. The way Leshy looked up at him was like a beast devouring prey, tasting him deeply and, quite honestly, making a bit of a mess of things. His tongue flicked back up towards the base of the upper slit where his cock had slowly begin to poke through, making Magnificus’ legs twitch against his shoulders, and Magnificus could see the lightly glowing wet mess coating Leshy’s lips and sticking to his beard.

“Filthy animal...” Magnificus muttered.

“You’re one to talk, it’s your mess after all. Perhaps if you sought out pleasure more than once every few years, you wouldn’t be brought to such a state with so little attention...” Leshy said, taking a deep breath while he had a moment, but even now his hands wandered. He’d never been one to hide his excitement, much to Magnificus’ chagrin. “Now unless you have praise or pleas, silence yourself, Magnificus. I wasn’t done just yet….”

Leshy could tell just by the gleam in Magnificus’ eyes that the other scribe wanted to say something, probably bite back with some quick witted remark, but for once he remained blissfully silent. For a moment the two stared each other down, but when Leshy felt that Magnificus was going to behave, he gave something akin to a low, rumbling purr as he lowered his head back down between Magnificus’ legs once more.

With a quick swipe of his tongue against Magnificus’ upper slit, Leshy could feel the head of the cock hidden within press against his tongue. Slightly salty, so familiar.

* * *

As Magnificus’ chest heaved at an unsteady pace, Leshy himself leaned back and drew in a deep breath, swiping his tongue across his lips. He could taste the other scribe on his lips, and that alone was enough to leave a deep warmth in the pit of his stomach, a deep seated need building up that required satiation…

He reached out and brushed his knuckle up Magnificus' lower slit, pushing into it just the slightest bit and enjoying the way Magnificus shuddered at the sensation. So close, yet so far it seemed. His cock was finally out, hard and pushed through the thick layer of fur and as Leshy moved his hand higher he brushed against the underside of his cock as well, watching as it twitched at even the slightest attention. "So far gone in your desire, Magnificus," Leshy mused, his voice rough, heavy with lust. "So easy to manipulate..." "I don't know what you mean..." Magnificus croaked, finally pushing himself up just slightly to rest against his arm. The smug look plastered across Leshy's face made him regret ever bothering to so much as look in his direction. "I know you do." Leshy muttered, so briefly running his fingers up and down the length of Magnificus' cock, wiping a thumb across the tip to smear the oddly colored pre building there. There had been evenings, well into the past at this point, that he would pour all his focus and attention in to this one part of Magnificus. A phantom sensation of having Magnificus buried to the hilt in him... Fond memories, but that wasn't for tonight. He let his hand slip away from Magnificus' cock, once more traveling lower, and with little hesitation he slowly eased a finger into the mage. "I think you're almost ready...." Leshy's fingers were far from a small task to welcome inside, he was a large beast of a creature after all, and at the sudden intrusion Magnificus found himself clenching tightly around the digit as he reached up to cover his hidden mouth. He bit down on the wood of his hand, digging into it as if to muffle the moan that threatened to break free. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, but... it was a lot. Nothing in comparison to what he knew was coming, but still. "Leshy," Magnificus ground out, his eyes barely cracked open but still shining so brightly within the dimly lit cabin. "Touch me..." "Is that not what I'm doing, Magnificus?" Leshy asked, watching with hooded eyes as he sunk his finger in each time, the lightly glowing slick coating it thoroughly and easing his job. He pulled his hand back nearly all the way, until just the tip of his middle finger had been removed, and with no warning he adjusted and added a second, pushing both fingers in with one smooth movement. The smothered, choked off noise from Magnificus was worth every moment spent teasing him. Moreso after he parted his fingers to carefully stretch him, and Magnificus' hand fell away from his mouth and Leshy was rewarded with an absolutely filthy moan of his name. "More." Magnificus demanded, his own hand falling to his groin to wrap thin fingers around his own cock, and Leshy was treated to the sight of Magnifucus's trembling hand working to match and keep up with the pace of the fingers lazily thrusting in and out of him. "Leshy, I need more than this to..." "In due time... as I said, you're nearly ready." Leshy said. "I am ready now!" Magnificus growled, frustration bubbling up and taking over his tone. With a roll of his hips he pressed himself farther down on the fingers, leaving him pressed to Leshy's knuckles as he struggled for more. If Leshy would simply pick up the pace a little, thrust his fingers in a little harder, Magnificus would be able to make due. He could fuck himself on Leshy’s fingers all evening if he needed to, clench tightly around the thick digits and touch himself until he was seeing stars but… that wasn’t what Magnificus wanted. Leshy would do no such thing though, and Magnificus let out a frustrated groan. “Fuck me...”

“Are you asking?”

Rather than responding, Magnificus pushed himself down against Leshy’s hand as much as he could, letting out a hot huff of breath as he let his jaw hang just a bit, sharp teeth usually hidden away by fur bared for Leshy to admire. He could feel Leshy curl his fingers within him, dragging another choked off little noise from Magnificus as he slowly pulled them back, and slipping them out despite the complaining from the other scrybe.

Watching a fresh rush of slick seep out, and a bead of pre slowly drip down from the tip of Magnificus’ cock...there weren’t too many sights in Leshy’s forest that could ever hope to compare to this. Leshy let out an appreciative little growl, and pushed himself up out of his chair, guiding Magnificus’ legs back as he moved to press against him, rolling his hips slowly to tease himself, coax his own cock out. It slipped out easily, brushing against Magnificus’ for a brief moment as he adjusted himself. Magnificus let out a huff of breath and spread his legs just a tad bit wider as he felt the wet tip of Leshy’s cock slide against his slit, teasing as it dipped in between the lips just the slightest bit, but instead of pushing in like Magnificus wanted, needed him to, Leshy let his cock slip upwards as he rut against him. There were a few slow rolls of his hips like this, before a snarl cued him into the fact that he was well beyond pushing his luck.

“I swear by the Mox, Leshy, just-”

“Hush.”

There was a few moments of Leshy shifting around and adjusting his grip before Magnificus felt the tip of his cock press against his slit to part it, the head slipping in almost effortlessly. The effort that it would have taken to keep himself from immediately tensing around even just the tip of such an intrusion was more than Magnificus could muster right then. All it prompted was a grunt from Leshy, and a gentle hand holding him steady, thumb softly brushing small circles against Magnificus’ hip in a subtle attempt to soothe him and any discomfort he might have been feeling.

There was something entirely too enticing about the sight of his cock slowly sinking into Magnificus, spreading him open, filling him up as Magnifcus tensed and braced himself as Leshy pressed deeper into him, inch by inch. Once more, Magnificus dug his claws into the surface of the table, stilling as he took in a breath and held it.

There was a taper to Leshy’s size that Magnificus always seemed to overlook until he was being stretched wide and he was quickly reminded just how thick the very base of Leshy’s cock actually got. Magnificus could never quite manage to take it all in…. Not that Leshy hadn’t made his attempts in the past during moments lost to desperate rut brought about by changing seasons. For all their disagreements, arguments, fights… Magnificus could never deny that Leshy was an excellent lover. Especially in the moments Leshy would press himself down on Magnificus, buried as deeply within him as he could manage, taking his pleasure and leaving Magnificus absolutely breathless all the while.

But no sounds, not yet. It drove Leshy wild with just how quiet Magnificus tended to keep himself during the times they came together like this. It was as if he worried someone would hear them and start to get nosy, but Magnificus had assured him many times that simply wasn’t the case. He was just quiet by nature, and every noise that Leshy could manage to pull from him was utterly treasured. All he wanted was to break Magnificus down to the point that cries and calls of his name would spill freely from his lips.

“Easy...” Leshy muttered under his breath as he drew his hips back, so slowly so that Magnificus could continue to adjust to the welcomed intrusion. He pulled back until only the tip remained inside, and Magnificus was left desperately clenching around just that before Leshy pressed in once again, just a bit faster, a hint more force behind the movement this time. So little resistance, beyond how tight Magnificus still was around him, and there wasn’t a moment’s hesitation before Leshy repeated the movement. With a few steady rolls of his hips, Leshy settled in an easy rhythm that left Magnificus scrambling. “There we go...”

The simple encouragement fell on deaf ears, because the only thing that Magnificus could think about right then, truly focus on, was the sensation of Leshy’s thick cock working him open again and again. The discomfort is minimal, thankfully, and dulled by the nearly overwhelming feeling of simply being filled like this for the first time in what seemed like ages. With a shaky breath, Magnificus dug his claws out of the table beneath him and quickly wrapped his hand around his own neglected cock to give a few firm strokes. His hips twitched, and a sharp gasp that escaped him quickly dissolved into a low moan. “Leshy-”

“Mm...” Leshy hummed, adjusting his stance, his angle, striking deeper within Magnificus with a rough thrust that rattled the table underneath them.

“Leshy-”

Leshy quickly pressed his hands down firmly against Magnificus’ waist to keep him from throwing off their pace by bucking up into his own hand, having almost forgotten what it was like to have Magnificus squirming under him like this, how delightful it was to see him rushing towards a pleasureful peak… someday down the line Leshy knew their positions here would be flipped, that he would find himself under Magnificus, wracked with pleasure at Magnificus’ whim.

Something to look forward to, he supposed, but he would cherish the sight before him.

Though he was far more vocal than Magnificus was, Leshy hardly tended to be articulate in moments like these. With every push of his hips as he slowly picked up the pace, Magnificus could hear hot huffs of breath and low grunts and growls, animalistic at best. There was some part of Magnificus that appreciated this, for one because it was so entirely Leshy, and he wouldn’t have expected anything else from him. He also didn’t think he would be able to tolerate any bickering from Leshy right then, no matter how good the sex actually was.

And though Magnificus would never admit it, there was something about the occasional growl that would slip from Leshy’s lips that sent chills racing down Magnificus’ spine.

His cock twitched in his hand, a string of precum slowly dripping down onto his hand to join the mess that had already been made. He could feel the grip on his hips slowly loosen, and eventually the hands there began to wander upwards on a lazy path. Touching, exploring, no real threat to Magnificus as Leshy didn’t possess claws like him, but he was still accutely aware of every brush of rough fingertips against his body. How many times had they come together like this now? Still Leshy handled him as if he were uncharted territory, despite knowing well where Magnificus was most sensitive, where he did and didn’t enjoy being touched.

And by the Mox, did Leshy know just how to drive Magnificus crazy.

Magnificus almost flinched when he felt one of those large hands migrate up towards his face, brushing through the slightly shorter fur there until a calloused thumb brushed against his cheek, moving towards his mouth before he could say anything. Of course. Leshy had always had something of a strange fascination with his mouth, though Magnificus had never really understood why. Perhaps it was simply because it remained hidden away behind his fur most of the time. Or perhaps it reminded Leshy of the beasts he so adored…

Leshy held no fear for the minuscule, sharp, jagged teeth lining from Magnificus’ mouth, despite knowing well they were all but useless, aside for defense. The tip of his thumb brushed carelessly against their points slowly, like he was counting each one until finally he reached the significantly more dangerous beak in the middle. Magnificus could have taken the chance and bitten down harshly onto Leshy’s thumb and done a significant amount of damage if he wanted, and for a brief moment he was tempted to do so just to see what Leshy would do, but the thought was quickly wiped from his mind with a particularly firm thrust that left him rattled.

“Such a unique creature you are,” Leshy muttered out, breathless but with a warmth in his voice as he spoke. “Magnificus, what a beautiful beast...”

With a slow grind of his hips, the words once more fell on deaf ears as Magnificus cried out under him, squirming against Leshy as his cock was buried and held deep inside him. Magnificus can feel with every steady hit between them an evergrowing desire, a burning need and heat building to nearly intolerable heights as he arches his back off the table in a somewhat desperate attempt to press himself down further onto Leshy when he knows well he’s already at capacity.

There’s no amount of self control that Magnificus could ever hope to exert over himself to try and resist an inevitable peak of pleasure, and the rush of overwhelming sensations hit him before he even knew what to do. His deep breathes turned to heavy pants, his hand shaking as his strokes over his own cock quickened, made almost too easy by precum steadily oozing from the tip. He clenched down tightly around Leshy’s cock as it rocked into him with the most shallow of thrusts that left him seeing stars, low moans melting into broken cries. His eyes closed, furry brow furrowed, and he remained blissfully unaware of the way he was being watched all the while.

Magnificus; so well composed and eloquent, yet completely undone and ruined and made a mess so quickly by Leshy. Truly no better than a beast giving into his carnal desires, and Leshy couldn’t help the swell of pride he felt in seeing just what he had reduced the mage to. He would never speak of the sights he saw here to another soul, but the memory of having Magnificus under him, his hand working over himself with an ever growing fever, and Leshy could feel him clench down around him, muscles tensing beatifully in a way that he couldn't help but take a moment to admire. Just the briefest moment.

Then, wordlessly, Leshy reached out to grab Magnificus by his wrist and wrenched his hand away from his cock.

A loud, frustrated groan was the only warning Leshy got before Magnificus quickly yanked his hand away and swiped at Leshy's face with hard wooden claws. He missed, thankfully, though it wasn't really as if Leshy would have regretted it if he had. Experience had long since taught him that once Magnificus had been brought to the edge of orgasm, it took dangerously little to push him over the edge, and he would so carelessly rush towards such pleasure. Little appreciation for the journey it took to get there, the art of being kept on edge, taught and ready for release.

Even less appreciation for being yanked back so cruelly from the precipice, apparently. "Let me cum!" Magnificus hissed. "Already?" Leshy asked a brow cocked as he slowed his movements to a halt, much to Magnificus’s utter frustration and dismay. "We've hardly even begun Magnificus and you already wish to finish?" "You know well that I will need more than one climax to feel properly satisfied. Let me take my pleasure, Leshy, please." Magnificus snapped. "That's true, but I also know well that you need more than just a cock in you to cum at all. If only I were feeling generous tonight..." Leshy mused, relishing in the bitter growl coming from the scrybe below him. "Hush now, I just want there to be a bit of build up. Let me have my fun." "Driving me wild with your tongue first wasn't enough then?" Magnificus asked, though no sooner than had the words left his mouth did he begin to regret speaking at all. "Is that what I was doing? Go on now, Magnificus, tell me all about how I drive you wild...” Leshy urged, that ever obnoxious purr once again beginning to emanate from deep within his chest.

“I will do no such thing,” Magnificus huffed, taking his cock in hand once more and giving himself a small squeeze, before beginning to slowly, purposefully, stroke himself once more, and he easily drew Leshy’s gaze down towards what he was doing. “Some servicing this is if you’re going to harass me the entire time.”

“You would have stopped seeking me out for these encounters long ago if I made them so easy for you, Magnificus. Have patience, this is all part of our game is it not?” Leshy said, stroking a hand down Magnificus’ side as if to soothe him after pushing him near to the point of breaking.

“I have never had much patience for you, Leshy, now I wouldn’t test it today…” Magnificus muttered, drawing a wavering laugh from Leshy despite everything.

“Are you not having fun with this, Magnificus? You yourself said that it’s good to test one’s very limits, see how much we can build something up before...” He paused, his hand coming to a rest on Magnificus’ waist in a rough grip as he pulled his hips back, only to snap forward once again as he began a slow, hard pace. “Before a final blow is dealt.”

“I want to cum,” Magnificus gasped out, legs twitching on either side of Leshy’s waist with every other thrust, clawed toes curling as pleasure quickly built up again. With no outlet, it had never really died down entirely, and Magnificus was left like a bow pulled taut, brought so, so close with so little effort now. “Please, Leshy….”

The light laughter coming from Leshy died on his lips as the plea hit him in a way he hadn’t quite expected. The fire was stoked ever hotter, and for a moment Leshy’s mind was flooded with countless possibilities, ways he could satisfy Magnificus’ need. For Magnificus to be so humbled. To beg for Leshy like this… it was unprecedented. The sense of pride Leshy felt in that moment was nearly overwhelming, and he let out a sharp huff of breath through his nose as he shifted from hoof to hoof.

“...Since you asked so nicely...”

As much as Leshy would have enjoyed edging Magnificus on all evening, making things endlessly difficult for him, his own resolve could never stand strong as long as he wanted it to. The desire to torment Magnficus was outweighed only by the overwhelming need he felt for the other scrybe, to drag him closer and show Magnificus what a beast he could truly be. Rules and wits fell to the wayside in favor of indulging in his baser desires; to bury his cock as deeply into Magnificus with every thrust as he could, to take his pleasure, to breed.

The slow, rough pace that Leshy had set so quickly melted into something faster, sloppy as Leshy leaned himself over Magnificus, pinning him with his larger frame. The heavy sound of their hips colliding was nearly as intoxicating as the rough drag of Leshy’s cock against some of his most sensitive spots, so deep inside Magnificus. He had long since forgotten how incredible it could feel to simply let go, forget about the terrible premonitions and the agonizing worries that they so often left him with when his mind was clouded by such mounting pleasure. His sharp claws dug deep into the wood of Leshy’s back, back arched as he almost desperately push himself further up against him.

Magnificus’ claws wound themselves in the thick mess of leaves and plant fibers that acted as Leshy's hair, gripping ever so slightly as if to keep Leshy as close to himself as possible. Leshy had a deep earthy scent about him, tainted with sweat and sex and something that Magnificus couldn't quite put his finger on in the moment. It was familiar though, and brought back memories of the first time Leshy had come to him in the midst of rut, and the two of them had ended up tangled together, unceremoniously laid out on the floor of Magnificus' painting room. Magnificus had been left so satisfied that evening, and so, so baffled by everything that had happened.

The scent and memories that came flooding back only served to send a spike of pleasure coursing through Magnificus, and a deep, choked off moan escaped him as he all but buried his face against crook of Leshy’s neck.

* * *

“Are you alright?” Leshy asked lowly, and Magnificus could have sworn that for the briefest moment he saw something akin to concern grace Leshy’s expression.

“Yes, wh-” Magnificus started, throat just a tad bit hoarse, but thankfully Leshy cut him off by reaching down towards his face, and he stilled as Leshy dragged his knuckle along just under his eye. Wiping a tear away, he realized, before giving a small, indignant huff as he let his head fall back against the table. “Yes, I’m fine. You’re good- it was good.” He assured.

The sound of an all too pleased purr emanating from somewhere deep within Leshy was impossible for Magnificus to miss. It was a strange noise, one the other scrybes seldom heard from him. His grip on Magnificus’ waist eased, and his hands began to migrate higher upwards with blunt nails scratching at the wood hidden beneath copious amounts of fur. He leaned further over Magnificus, shifting around and pressing deeper until Magnificus grunted beneath him.

“Was it a lot?” Leshy asked, brushing his lips across Magnificus’ cheek as he spoke, though honestly neither of them had ever been terribly fond of kissing, so it had never become commonplace between them.

“Intense,” Magnificus muttered, letting his eyes fall closed for just a few moments as he slowly came down from the rush of pleasure he had been hit with. “Just very… very intense.”

“Mm…” Leshy’s hands paused their movements and gripped Magnificus tightly to shift him back further up the table, just enough to allow himself room to climb up onto it’s surface as well. The table was old, but sturdy and well built, with only the smallest creak under their combined weight. It was an awkward shuffle due to the fact that Leshy seemed so entirely unwilling to pull out of Magnificus for even a moment, but once he had situated himself he gave a slow roll of his hips. “More. Again.”

“A moment, Leshy. Just a moment.” Magnificus sighed, finally feeling himself able to relax after something so taxing. Thankfully the beast above him stilled, granting him a blissful minute to recuperate as Leshy’s fingers continued to slowly card through his fur. It was almost overly affectionate for the two of them, but in that moment Magnificus really couldn’t bring himself to care about what these sort of meetings meant for their relationship. It had never effected it before, not really. As soon as they were done for the evening, they would go right back to bitterly butting heads and bickering and allowing animosity mix with buried desire until they would once again find themselves back in a situation just like the one they were in that night. A cycle of viciousness between the two that had somehow only served to drive them closer in the strangest way.

Magnificus took a few slow, deep breaths in as he relaxed, eyes remaining shut as he calmed himself and enjoyed the warm afterglow he was basking in, the heat in him low and the feeling of still being so full all too satisfying. He felt as though he could have stayed right there, just like that, for hours if he had been left undisturbed. His relaxation was broken the moment he heard the sound of metal hitting metal. His eyes opened quickly and he glanced over to see just what Leshy was doing.

A single gold tooth is dropped onto the scale on Magnificus’ side.

“….You cannot be serious, Leshy.” Magnificus rumbled, catching Leshy’s attention from what he had been doing.

“Mm? You said yourself; this is only your first orgasm of the night. I’d like to keep track of how many we end up with, and I can’t think of a better way than this to do so.” Leshy hummed, shifting back after placing the tooth to look back down at Magnificus. It seemed all too easy for Leshy to ignore the irritated look Magnificus was giving him. It didn’t mean much when he was still buried to the hilt in Magnificus, because all it took was a slow push of his hips to get Magnificus to melt under him once more. So sensitive.

“Fool...” Magnificus grunted, huffing as his eyes closed once more with another slow roll of Leshy’s hips, a careful rhythm building up now that Magnificus had taken a moment to relax. As often as he and Leshy would argue and end up in bitter disagreements about their respective games, Magnificus could hardly deny that it was nice having someone so in tune with his needs to tend to them. “You plan on giving me five tonight then?”

“Perhaps… now, again.” Leshy spoke lowly, hunkered down over Magnificus as he once again hefted his legs up to get a better angle, and with the next slow thrust of his hips, Magnificus shuddered under him.