Hungry like the wolf~

[wolfwithagoat]

● WHO: Eskel wolfwithagoat + various
● WHAT: Eskel's catch-all log for the June event
● WHEN: June
● WHERE: His residence and various other parts of the island
● WARNINGS: Event-centric smut and violence against robots - will add anything particular as it comes up.

((Hit up my event planning thread and we can figure out a starter! For reference sake, Eskel's "house" is the remnants of a wee corner cafe with a covered patio. The latter has become a makeshift stable for Lil Bleater and Scorpion. Most of the patio fence is degraded; he's shored up its holes and weak points with large pieces of debris.))

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[underachievement]

[ She has a fairly high pain tolerance. There's the tiniest amount of discomfort from his survivalist handling of her wound but it doesn't register in a flinch or grimace. Her shoulders do tense but it passes very shortly. ]

Still. I can help you wrap it up. [ He's doing her a favour and she's compelled to return it as soon as possible. He can clean his wound himself if he likes -- doing it for him is a bit Nightingale effect-y for her tastes. But it's no trouble to pass a roll of fabric back and forth, besides the obvious downside of covering up that gorgeous chest of his. ]

[wolfwithagoat]

[Eskel glances up at her briefly, but doesn't respond until he's finished tying her bandage.] You don't have to do that.

["Don't have to" - what's left unsaid is that he won't fight her if she does anyway. He's not supposed to need help, and he doesn't. But help is offered so rarely in his life, and he doesn't think he can say no to it right now.]

[Just as he did for Jess, he preps some wet cloth and cleans his wound. Despite being a bit deeper than hers, Eskel's wound already stopped bleeding and seems to have dried well enough. With the area clean of excess, he gets another piece to cover the injury. He glances to Jess again - if she really means it, this is her moment to step in.]

[underachievement]

[ She gets the sense that by preference or necessity, he's used to looking after himself. Jess respects that. She's the same way, which motivates her to return the helping hand. If she had to accept it, he does too. ]

Just tell me if I'm doing it wrong. [ Jess eases off the chair and onto the floor with him, several inches behind. Taking up the strip, her fingers comb down to the opposite end while he holds his side in place. She winds it around his ribs and back, then under his far arm. It's nearly an embrace; as her nose bumps incidentally against his shoulder blade, his scent abruptly summons the memory of him groaning behind her, driving her to exhaustion. That was the best sleep she's had since she got here.

She leans forward, in case the bandage is coming back to her for another pass, and into him, so that half her chest is flush with his arm. ]

[wolfwithagoat]

[He remains quiet as she works - nothing to say if she's doing it right, right? She's already close enough to indulge in her scent along with her touch. Their relationship isn't exactly a tender one, but he trusts Jess enough to have a moment.]

[The wrap does come back to her. Better to make it secure, even if Eskel won't need it on long. Plus, they'll hopefully get a bit more contact out of it. There will be contact in sex, but it's not quite the same. Sex is easier and more common than attentiveness like this.]

[So the wrapping goes around again. Eskel finishes tying it off after that. He looks back to Jess over his left shoulder, since his left side is the one that can smile properly.]

Thanks Jess. 'Preciate it.

[underachievement]

[ Gratitude rarely gels with her. She's poor at giving it and somehow worse at receiving. It doesn't matter whether or not it's earned or justified, which in this case she doubts. He'd have patched himself up just fine on his own, and she could have taken care of herself as well, and the same could likely apply to the fighting beforehand. Then why do any of it? Because she likes him.

And that sucks to know.

Rather than confront all that, Jess sidesteps the moment of genuine sincerity with a callous kiss. Hard, hungry, a little tired underneath it all. She clambers onto her knees, ready to hitch a leg over him if he turns to face her or drags her bodily to face him. Best that he calls the first few shots, this time, considering his wound is the more widespread. ]

[wolfwithagoat]

[Eskel can guess at what she's doing, but he's not going to look too far into it if it means sex, either. So he returns the kiss, ready and eager to move on from patching wounds. However, he figures she shouldn't put weight on that injured leg.]

[And thus, Jess finds herself being scooped up by him and carried to his bed. What few clothes remain on them get tossed aside. They're kissing again, with Eskel sliding a hand between her legs to start warming her up. He draws over her clit until she's slick enough, then pushes two fingers in and preps her with steady thrusts. His cock rests against her hip.]

[underachievement]

[ Bold of him to bring her into his bed, considering what became of hers when they last got together. She would have been content to fuck on the floor. She'll do her best not to rend any holes in it, though it may mean some deeper bruises for him.

Eskel already knows her body and how she likes to cut to the chase. Her hands are buried in his hair, fingertips cradling his skull. Part of her is getting fond of how he chooses to prime her, beyond the immediate gratification. Very quickly, it's not enough. Their mouths are briefly torn apart as she reaches down and guides him into her. She grasps at his back, scoring his skin with her nails as he mounts a frenzy inside her. They aren't running a marathon this time, more like a 100-metre dash. ]

[wolfwithagoat]

[Beds can be replaced. Sleeping on a damaged bed is still more than what he's used to. And really, most importantly, he just doesn't care in the moment.]

[Eskel smirks at Jess as her impatience gets the better of her. Once settled within, he starts a steady rhythm that rocks her with each thrust. The scrape of her nails sends a shiver through him, like sparks. His sighs and moans roll through his deep, rough voice. And since this isn't a test of endurance, he puts his everything into it, letting control slip more easily than it did last time.]

[Well, most of his control; when his climax starts building, he does his best to hold it in check. Jess will come first. Not just to satisfy his lover, but to feel her pulsing around him and smell the pheromones released then - and have it all meld into his peak in turn. Why not indulge all the senses he can?]

[Still, he's holding himself at the edge, the pupils of his cat-eyes narrowed into something feral and urgent.]

[underachievement]

[ A quick fuck isn't always bad, even if all her recent ones have been. It's a woeful streak in need of breaking and Eskel seems up to the task. Like last time, she doesn't have to tell him "harder." If a thought ever coalesces at the back of his mind, of concern for the effect of exertion on his wound, he dispels it with another drive of his hips.

Jess just worries about herself, the pitched moans she's reticent to loose. She bites her lip until it hurts, groans thrumming in the cage of her throat. The heat in her core builds to a white hot sear. Her spine bows and she grabs at his ass, demanding he not relent. The tension bursts in a prolonged moment as she clings to him, her head bent back and her mouth soundlessly open. For a split second, she can feel every inch of him in tight relief, before the edges of all sensations blur blissfully, indistinguishable, and everything in her mind is simple and dark. ]

[wolfwithagoat]

[He wouldn't have relented even without her grabbing his ass, though he appreciates it. Jess's desperation for him and how much he pleases her makes pride swell with pleasure. (And really, it's the least he can do for someone willing to look at his scarred face during sex - multiple times at that.)]

[Eskel fucks her into her orgasm and only releases himself after she's fallen over the threshold. He lets his head fall into her neck with a deep, shivering groan. His cock throbs against the tightness of her body, cum spilling in and mixing with her warmth. Dazed and breathing hard, the witcher clings to Jess in turn for a time.]

[When they've both calmed enough, Eskel rolls off of her and onto his side. One arm remains languidly slung over her. He briefly looks to the bandages on her leg: still in place, and he can't smell fresh blood among the sweat and pheromones. No fresh blood from his wound either. Good.]

[For the moment, there doesn't seem to be anything worth saying on his end, so he simply lays with her with a satisfied smile.]