#diaphon

bring back pathetic yearning men 🤌

Diaphon would worship the ground Kaspar slithered over if he asked. Unfortunately, Kaspar would much rather he give back his lamp and let him go, to be set free.

Arxydula - Diaphon based on "dead mans fingers" mushrooms

the prince 🌙

diaphon the psycho that you are <3

full version here ~

His Highness, the Prince Diaphon

The mattress shifted from the added weight of the prince, now seated at the foot of Kaspar’s bed. Kaspar could feel his gaze upon him, but gave no acknowledgement of it. “Teach me,” the prince suddenly said, his voice both softer yet fiercer than what Kaspar imagined. It fell into the pillowy silence of the room, absorbed in it. At first, Kaspar did not want to reply. Though a hint perplexed by the question, he stayed exactly where he was, motionless, hoping his lack of a response would make the prince go away. Leave me alone. If you needed me, you would rub the lamp and tell me to do whatever you want. I refuse to do anything for you I am not forced to. The prince, however, met Kaspar’s stubbornness with his own, without moving either. Minutes dragged on like this, in this obstinate game of tug of war in a test of their wills. How much longer will it take? Kaspar wondered, shifting awkwardly. He risked glancing up, to check if the prince was still staring at him, or perhaps looking elsewhere and lost in thought. Luck did not favor the naga: their eyes met. Kaspar briefly considered turning away again, but if he did so he was not sure he would be able to stay still anymore, not while knowing he was being looked at like this the entire time. Hissing, he scowled instead, “About what?” The prince leaned slightly closer with an unreadable expression, but still staring at Kaspar intently. He had expected some sort of long, specific question, something related to djinn magic and what he could or could not do for him, but what the prince said instead caught him completely off-guard. The prince then said simply: “About the outside world.”

(version without clothes and process video under cut just because I liked my anatomy sketch too much to leave it unrendered)

that is not impressive to most but it's impressive as a personal achievement to me :,) i write slow,,,,

anyway

“I would build temples to you.” Thrust. “I would worship you, I would, hah, give you gold to wear enough to make the gods jealous, order my priests to kiss your scales when they saw you, in submission and reverence.”

“Dia…”

“I would. No one would speak down to you ever again. You would have rooms in the palace to fill with whatever you wished, I would bring the most skilled dancers to entertain and teach you if you still wanted to learn, dress you in silk, I would rule with you behind my throne and you would want,” he drew back, then thrust in again deeply this time, drawing a sharp moan, “for nothing.”

His pleasure was cresting, and to hear such words, it was all too much. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. “Dia,” he said again, breathless and unsure what he wanted to say next.

Diaphon seemed to understand. He paused, then drove slowly in until he was buried to the hilt in Kaspar’s heat, and he could not suppress another groan of his own. He stilled then, and kissed him again. “Don’t say anything,” he said, words tumbling out equally breathless. He took one of Kaspar’s hands and kissed it. “You don’t have to. Just that you’ll stay. Please say you’ll stay.”

“I’ll…” Would he? A few weeks ago, he would never have entertained the possibility. Absolutely not. Diaphon was kissing his hand again. He wanted an answer.

What was he answering? Diaphon wanted him to stay in the palace. With him, he wanted Kaspar to stay in the palace with him. When he would rule. And he would protect him. More than protect him.

His hand curled around one of Kaspar’s cocks and stroked him, and Kaspar nearly crumpled at the touch. He squeezed and he stroked, and lightly rocked his hips again enough for Kaspar to feel how deeply he had been filled. “Please,” he asked again.

“I’ll stay,” Kaspar whispered, and was kissed nearly before he finished saying them.