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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[irondaddy]

( That they do; James fits many of the same marks as Eskel, though the splay of his pants reveals trimmed hair and some of the nasty claw-scars crossing his pelvis that had ripped him apart, with some scarring at the base of his cock on the right side. Just a nick in the overall trauma that runs up his torso, metal side fused to flesh and hip joint artificial. It doesn't make him the most comfortable person to lean against, unfortunately.

The shudder of his breath is thanks enough as he feels the other man pulling him free of the confines of his pants, shiver wracking up a metal spine even with leather between them— the touch of another is always sweeter, isn't it? He barely has the room to get his glove off and reach back down between them when James is dragging him in close again, but he's glad he hadn't been so overeager he'd denied him the chance to do so the moment rough-worn fingers curl about them both, cock quick to bead with pre.

It's still novel— being touched by others like this. He's sensitive to it. He nips at that scarred lip with another groan before turning into the kiss properly, swallowing the taste of him down and hips angling to try and be as comfortable as possible, kneading Eskel's ass in time to the pull of his hand, fingertips sinking down between his legs to press up behind his balls. Unfortunately "up the ass" is all anyone's been interested in with him so far, so this is new for him; a welcome change, but certainly new. )

[wolfwithagoat]

[There's no judgement from the witcher when it comes to scars - hell, he's so used to scars that he doesn't pay attention to James' for now. The only thing he uses any coherency on is maintaining the pattern, the rhythm of his stroking.]

[The hand on his ass is helping with that. Indeed, another's touch is always sweeter.]

[Eskel's breath hitches when James nips at his lip, before he moves back into the kiss. The scruff of beard is something he hasn't felt in a while - it's good to feel it again, rough as it is. His rich voice groans into the kiss as he keeps rubbing their cocks. James is free to do the same, it's not like it would be shocking if anyone heard of caught them doing it, anyway.]

[irondaddy]

( He's often quiet out of necessity; rarely did he ever please himself but even then he was constantly in the mindset of being in the barracks once more with other soldiers all around, or communal showers— even if it hadn't been the case in years. He muffles each sound into their kiss and eventually his composure frays, hips rocking up into the circle of his fingers and along his cock in messy little twitches every time the other man's touch nears the head of their cocks.

He doesn't remove his glove when he reaches between them to palm over them both, because the alternative was cold metal and uncomfortable joints— this was for the better, for both of them, even if it means relinquishing the other's ass. This was a fair sacrifice. Only he breaks the kiss to pant against his cheek and the furrow of his brows is already embarrassed for how close he is, probably making it clear that it's been a while. The throb of his cock eager against another probably told him that minutes past, though, too.

Sorry, Eskel. He isn't going to last very long, as keyed up as the aphrodisiac has him. He'll be dedicated enough to help the other finish if he doesn't around the same time regardless, though. "No man left behind." )

[wolfwithagoat]

[Oh, Eskel can feel James approaching fast, all right. Witcher senses are strong enough to hear heartbeats, and James' pulse has been quickening throughout his body. He smirks just so into the kiss. It doesn't matter to him if James comes a little soon. Most people do compared to witchers, with their mutant stamina. If anything, he'll take a little bit of pride in the fact that he undid someone like this. Ignoring how hyped up they are on aphro in the first place.]

[He picks up the pace, encouraging James to do so with him. With one last kiss, Eskel shifts to kissing and nipping along the other man's neck, moving along the fleshier side of his body. Maybe having his mouth free will get some noise out of him. The witcher's own sounds rumble through his chest and lips, heady and deep. And when the time comes, Eskel strokes their heads through James' peak, catching as much of his seed as he can.]

cmon brain just one more tag!!

[irondaddy]

( Honestly, his heart feels about ready to beat out of his chest at this rate, but that's the aphrodisiacs speaking. Partly, at least. It burns off his skin honey-sweet and the break of the kiss only gives him enough room to breathe in those airy little pants laced with a smooth voice, low and quiet even on the fringes of flying apart.

He just isn't very good at making much noise, it seems. Push him a little harder and edge him, perhaps that would be a different tune, but for now, for this— Eskel will likely hear the give of his knee when it weakens, the rasp to his breaths as he pants, head tipping to allow the drag of kisses down his throat and giving over the chance to please them both in favor of clinging to the other man's bicep. One last buck of the hips and a reedy moan, and the jerk of his cock spills into his palm, thick and heavy and thankfully not with the force to make a mess. (That would simply be mortifying, like grinding on a complete stranger isn't.)

The next buck of his hips trembles, but he's trying to offer that little stretch of time after to see Eskel off, too, even out of breath. )

Tell me— what I can do.

aaaaaah one more one more!!

[wolfwithagoat]

[There it is. Eskel doesn't break rhythm, using James' own seed to slick his touch for both their sakes. He holds to the other man's neck in a bite the whole way through. There's something feral about it, like claiming him, though it's not hard enough to mark at the moment. The scent of cum and pheromones races through his blood alongside the aphrodisiac. Eskel moans, even though he's not the one coming. It's almost a growl.]

[At James' request, the witcher leans back to look at him again. He can see James is determined to help finish him despite the afterglow.] Keep goin' lil longer...all I need...

[Even with his stamina, Eskel's not too far off. The pheromones in the air are wearing him down, and he almost forgot the difference that having a slick touch can make thanks to James' cum. He kisses James again, still stroking, still rubbing, not bothering to hide the way his groans get louder as he approaches. It takes him another minute, but soon enough Eskel pulls away from the kiss just in time to lock eyes with James before climaxing. His hand catches his mess as well, albeit trembling now. Hard breathing and moans rumble through his broad chest.]

[The good news is, their clothes are spared thanks to superhuman reflexes. They've still, however, made a bit of a mess of themselves. Oops. He smirks wryly at his partner, finding words despite the haze in his mind.]

Mm...by the way, name's Eskel.

ONE MOOOOORE

[irondaddy]

( It was the sink of teeth that catches him by surprise, but he doesn't dislike it— not at all, in fact. He doesn't realize it until he's coming down from that sudden white-hot spiral that it had been a fair push over the ledge, and if it means he's claimed, right now, he wouldn't mind it at all. James has known nothing but male partners in this place; he wouldn't mind another when he has such clever hands and no holds barred in taking what he wants from him. He likes it better that way. The guidance. The clear wants.

He's ever the people-pleaser when he can afford it and if Eskel made it clear he wanted something of James, he'd be more than happy to provide it, dosed with aphrodisiac toxins or no. He quickly careens toward hypersensitivity in the afterglow, through every pull of the rough hand smearing his seed along them both, to every brief pass of his thumb over the head of his own cock brushing past James', leaving him twitching with little near-pained groans, turning to rest his head against the other man's at his shoulder.

If his hind-brain acknowledges the scent of sex and seed in the air, it's nothing compared to the growl from the witcher, the piercing gold eyes settling on his own just long enough to answer before another crushing kiss encourages shared breaths and the twine of their tongues. He drinks him down greedily, every touch of friction between kiss-softened lips and every rasping pull of calloused fingers no matter how his cum smooths the way, electric and pulling at that pleasure still unwinding about his spine. Every thrum of a groan vibrates between their teeth and leaves James kissing him harder to ward off the ticklish sensation, smile ticking up at the corners as he scruffs that hand up in his hair to hold him closer, muffling the sound of the other man's voice with their closeness.

By the last few pulls, James is hissing in pained little sounds with every drag of that hand along him, achingly sensitive, but he never pulls away— the pain is sweet and intoxicating on its own, hips twitching in the desire to pull away as much as he wants to fuck up against him and return the favor. Those eyes of his are beautiful in their own way. He's never seen such a bright gold before even amongst the Faunus. The climax is even better to watch, though; every groan, every shift of the body against his, every delicate brush of touch as he eases off with the mix of their cum pooled in his palm adds depth and color, bleeding back out into the surroundings that had gone grey with their hyperfocus on one another. Still dazed, he barely catches his name. His head bumps forward to rest against the other man's, breathing out a quiet laugh as he goes to cover his hand between them, easing him away from their cocks so they can at least try to soften. )

James. A real pleasure, Eskel. Thank you for— for making this easy. And for helping me in the first place. ( It takes him a moment to breathe and finally, completely, wind down, but he lowers to kneel and fish around in his pack for some clean cloth to be torn up for bandaging and a water bottle— so they can wash up, a bit. He'll offer him the water after wetting one of the cloths, then offers him the other. So he can rinse his hand and wipe himself off the way James sets to with another hiss. ) Is there anything I can...? Anything you need?