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[worcestershiresauce]

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[bruxing]

Yeah. Yeah, it's you.

[Look, it's not their furniture, who cares. Not this guy, certainly; too busy scrubbing Wriothesley with both hands, chin atop his sternum and smile fond, content. The vibration of each happy syllable, the soft squish of each toe bean and the plushness of that dark fur, the weight of being held...And Wriothesley's happiness, most of all. It's all wonderful.

Definitely enough to keep Satan happy in turn, even as he squirms a little and starts rubbing his feet against that thick fur as well. All Hands On Dic

dick. what a freudian slip. well, whatever. All Hands On Deck, Maybe Dick Eventually, Satan's too happy to sit here and just let this big goober stop thinking for a bit to be honest.]

You're my good boy, huh? Real good boy. Special boy.

[worcestershiresauce]

Special boy...mhm....I love that....

[Those clawed paw beans grip at Satan, holding him firmly and running through that lovely soft mane of his. He tries to lean forward to nuzzle his nose against him and licks at Satan's face.]

Mhmm so tasty...want more...more touch

[That freudian slip is goong to become reality if they keep this up. Usually he is one for just some touch but he really is enjoying the kisses and licks from he's giving right now so he really just wants some more. ]

[bruxing]

[oudghhgihghskfsdghhhhghbbbbbbbb he's so fucking cute Satan could die right now

Not that he's going to, but like. Ooooooouuuuhhhh. Adorable. And yeah, Satan's absolutely getting slowly worked up, especially getting licked like that, but-- it feels weird.

Well, there's one way to solve that, isn't there?]

Hey-- you know, I'm gonna get a boner if you keep licking me like that. Then I'm gonna have to make you my bitch. We clear?

[Terms and conditions, babey! Now Wriothesley knows the consequences of his actions, and if he presses onwards nonetheless, then...Then Satan doesn't have to feel bad about ruining such a big cuddlebug, does he? No sir.] Fuck, you're so pretty, even like this!

[worcestershiresauce]

[The licking stops only for a moment for Wriothesley to tilt his head, contemplating on if he should continue or stop. The tail wagging stops for a moment too as he comes to a decision. Honestly he wouldn't mind being Satan's bitch he decides licks his face one more time. His cold wet nose brushes up against Satan's neck as he takes in deep breathes of his scent, something so familiar and soothing that the grip he has on him tightens. Those careful claws dig in a little to flesh as he indulges in the scent.]

More...take me.

[Those claws release their grip, and his tail starts to wag again though not as feverishly as before more contained as if waiting for Satan's move on him.]

You're pretty too...beautiful.

[He shifts them both to the side so that they arent laying on his back anymore but on both their sides on the floor. Something about this makes Satan seem so much smaller now in his arms and for a moment the wolf whimpers and whines.]

Am I...am I too big for you to fuck?

[bruxing]

...What? Too big?

[Rage flares up, hot in his gut, but-- Wriothesley's whimpering and whining stops it from flowing out of Satan's mouth like lava. Time to scoot forward a bit on that massive barrel chest, so that he can take that muzzle in his hands (gently, tenderly) and force a bit of eye contact.

...Even with his dick more obviously starting to get hard. Ignore that shit, ignore the tight pants doing him no favours, whatever, he just has to get this out of the road first!!]

No matter how big you are, I'm gonna wanna fuck you because you always turn me on like crazy, dummy. You got no idea how hot you are, do you? Even when you're all big and cuddly and cute like this, if you wanna sleep with me, then I'm down at the drop of a hat. Alright? Actually-- You want me to get big too, or you fine with me like this? Even if I won't have a huge dick compared to you, ha.

[worcestershiresauce]

[The words hadn't meant to be an insult at all, they had just slipped out in genuine concern wondering if Satan would be less interested in him like this. He was bigger and hairier and very much less human without the ability to do some human things as well as some positions so he'd figure it would change Satan's mind. He hadn't expected such a response instead.

The grab to his face was so tender that the wold just closed it's eyes for a moment, enjoying it before it's tongue was licking at the hand holding him. He was being loved by someone other than Gokudera, accepted by another and it made his heart beat rapidly in his chest. Oh it was over for Wriothesley, he was definitely falling for Satan now.]

You can get big too? Can I see?

[If Satan was accepting all of him then he wanted to do the same. He rubbed his face as much as he could against Satan's hands, trying to get his own scent of bergamot to mix with Satan. He indeed was trying to put a little claim back on Satan in his own way, scenting him as his. They couldn't contract but even temporarilys he could do this and it would make him happy. For a few hours Satan would smell like his. No one else but him had to know.]

Show me all of you, please.

[bruxing]

Of course. Lemme hop up so I don't crush you, alright?

[.......But first, a little more face-scrubbing, because his dumb ass does not think about things like 'being scented' nor even think to read Wriothesley's mind to understand the gesture. Surely this is just because he likes being petted so much, and who is Satan to deny him? Just...Just a few more seconds.

Okay, alright. Gotta get moving. One last little scruff, before he slips off Wriothesley's chest with a grunt, shifting a bit more furniture around just to make sure there's enough room for the pair of them. ...Okay, maybe he's used to being ginormous in his other form, because he's really moving furniture around until the walls are lined, oops.

Anyway. That lovely bergamot scent mixing with the sunbathing cat smell Satan always has? Sharply replaced by fire and brimstone scent, a plume of thick, black smoke obscuring his form until it wicks away and leaves. Uh. this fucking guy. There's a full sprite that reveals Satan's pretty much all legs in this form, but can I find it? No. Just imagine he has really long legs. Supermodel legs. Still bulky as shit, though, even if he's only two and a half metres tall.]

This's how I like to show up if any human tries summoning us. Scares away the ones who aren't ready, kahaha! Whaddya think?

[Even his words are marked with red, foamy slaver dripping from his jaw. Real sexy. It looks as though he's as smooth as a Ken doll downstairs (bar a faint bulge, perhaps), though. How's...How's he planning on fucking his dog wife? Wait and see.]

[worcestershiresauce]

[The wolf whines a bit when satan gets off him but he knows he has to wait for his prize. He is going to get more of him in a few minutes so like a good boy Wriothesly goes over to a corner out of the way and sits and makes himself as small as he can. His tail wags behind him as he sits patiently and watches Satan move all the furniture around the room. He doesn't really get it but he lets him do his thing. He's just happy that Satan has his scent. The man is his right now and Wriothesley is so proud of that.

That is until a plume of smoke appears where Satan once was and their mixed scents is gone. All he can smell is fire and brimestone and its so strong he starts to almost choke. He gets up and coughs, the fur on his body on edge as his tail stops wagging and his ears lay flat on his head.

A deep growl reverberates in his chest as he cautiously walks towards the smoke of the beast in the room. He knows logicially its still his Satan but his scent is gone. The claim he just placed is vanished like it never existed. He isnt sure if he should attack or submit to this powerful being before him. There is none of him that looks like the sweet gentle man he's been falling for, not even the same eyes. Wriothesley is confused.

He hears the voice, ears still low on his head but he pads over to the beast and sniffs at him, sneezing at first from how the scent fills his lungs too fast but he does still rub his face against Satan's leg. He keeps himself low still and once he sees Satan is fine he lays on his back again, submitting to him.]

Big...you're big...and you lost my scent....why? I liked you smelling like me.

i forgot his fancy text formatting forgive me...i gotta be insufferable about it

[bruxing]

Ha? I what now?

[He bends down, runs one ham hand over Wriothesley's head and scruffs at his ears a little bit, voice carrying emotion where his face refuses to move.] I just smelled like me, I thought. Now I still smell like me, just...Different me, is all.

I told you I was gonna be big, though. This is tiny compared to what I normally get like in this form; they took that from me too. [But that doesn't matter. Wriothesley's unnerved, which-- makes Satan feel something. Uneasy, guilty perhaps.

All he can think of is to apologetically press his dripping maw to that doggy forehead, in lieu of a kiss.]

Re: xD its okay! Wrio wolf instincts say run but he wants to stay with his boo

[worcestershiresauce]

[The touch sends a slight shiver through Wriothesley's entire body. He can feel how much stronger Satan is just from the simple head pat and it puts him on edge. There is so much raw energy there just contained in this form, it's so unlike Satan's more human form. He's powerful then too and strong and Wriothesley knows he would kick his ass if they fought outright but this is so different. It's a little terrifying but Satan accepted him and he wants to accept him back. The form itself isn't bad looking at all, its just the power it exudes that keeps wanting Wriothesley to submit on instinct.]

I scented you...its gone....

[That maw comes closer and the wolf stays and rubs his head against it in return. Wriothesley's scent isn't strong enough to stick against the brimstone, he can't scent claim a king of hell in their true form. He's just a mutt.]

You're amazing like this...I..I dont think I've ever seen anyone as powerful before and I knew a dragon god...

[He rubs his head against Satan more until he's taking that brimstone scent onto himself, being claimed by the other and feeling his nerves slowly start to unwind as his tail starts wagging once more. He even feels comfortable enough to lick at Satan's face, mindful of his dripping maw however.]

he's the bravest human there ever was to be able to withstand devil pressure, truly

[bruxing]

[There's a deep rumble, something like a laugh, before Satan plonks down on his ass and spreads his long, long legs. All the better to hold his arms out for Wriothesley, to fit him in close.]

Yeah, if I was at full power, you probably would've exploded. But I knew they would've sucked the juice outta me, so you're safe. Wouldn't have done this, otherwise.

C'mere. gorgeous. Let's do this scenting thing all you want, huh? Until we both have just one smell that's both of us. [As if they're not already basically cuddling, but like. Whatever. He's just going to scoop his big pupy up into a hug, rubbing their cheeks together with utmost care (because damn, Satan, your fucking horns in this form).

N. never mind the way that. Being in such close proximity, with such constant affection, is naturally winding him up. Or is it this open acceptance and want from someone too good for him? At any rate, his sheath's definitely bulging a little more, tapered red tip starting to peek through that black skin all damp and hard as a fucking rock.]

Re: bravest or stupidest xD he dumb in love thats for sure

[worcestershiresauce]

[Satan openly wants to be scented? Did the devil king know what that meant? Wriothesley wasn't sure but he happily filled the space in those big arms and let that suffocating scent take over his own bergamot one. He'd be claimed by Satan and he was fine with that. He had wanted to try and bite the other before too but rubbing against his skin he wasn't even sure his fangs would break through Satan's flesh like this.]

Yours....I'm yours.

[If he could Wriothesley would be purring in content as he rubbed against him. The soft dark fur up against Satan's dark body, pressing soft touches against his tapered red tip starting to come out as well. His own cock was starting to get hard too, hidden in the mass of fur that was his body. It still had its piercings running along the shaft like he did as a human only the base was very different and the more they kept rubbing against eachother the more it was very obvious that in this form Wriothesley had a knot. Too bad it wasn't going to be used.]

both but in an admirable way u_u

[bruxing]

[He Does Not, but like. does it matter. Not like he'd mind if he did, because-- well. With how fucking insecure he is, how much everyone wants what's his, how inadequate he feels with who he loves, having someone actually proclaim themselves as his is a real, real big hit of the good brain chemicals.

...As is getting a hot guy hard as well. But mostly the former.]

Yeah you are. And you got a big piece of me too.

[It's-- it's the best he can offer. Not a consolation prize, not in his eyes, but genuinely the most honest way of putting it. He's very, very into Wriothesley, but the poor guy has a whole country to fight against besides. ...But he doesn't have to fight right now, at least. Satan's eyes aren't visible in this form, but he's very much staring Wriothesley down, puffing softly in fond amusement. No one else is on his mind. Just Wriothesley, and making him feel good and accepted.]

You mind if I take a look at your dick, once it's out? Kinda feels different to what I expected, and now I'm real curious about how it's changed. ...And maybe I wanna hear you howl, too. [One giant hand wanders down to brush ever so carefully against the tip of his cock, before palming at his sheath to try and coax it out in full]

Re: if only they were honest like this all the time xD

[worcestershiresauce]

[The more he touches and is touched back the more comfortable Wriothesley feels with Satan in this form. He's practically preening as he licks at the flesh he can reach.]

I do? You'll keep me as yours? You are okay with it?

[His wolf is so incredibly pleased right now that he does actually let out a soft pleased howl. Its not loud enough to maybe please Satan yet but it is an awoo of sorts. ]

You can touch all you like...I want you to claim me

hey they're both very honest! satan's just. a dumb bitch.

[bruxing]

Of course. I already told you you were one of my people now, didn't I? I meant it. You're one of my people. Honorary Gehenna man. I'll never forget you, and I'll carry you with me forever.

[WHAT A CUTE AWOO...his little heart. Giant heart, right now? Yeah. He chuffs happily away, even as he keeps on applying a little pressure and slipping friction, thumb swiping over the tip of Wrio's cock as it gradually reveals itself.

...Unlike his own. Which just. Popped out already, with no celebration or dignity. Can't blame a guy when he's getting licked so damn much, okay!!! When he's given free rein to up and claim Wriothesley, even if he's not sure exactly how to do it bar fucking his brains out.]

Hey, beautiful. Once your dick's out...You wanna get on all fours for me? Think you can do that?

Re: then wrio is also a dumb bitch

[worcestershiresauce]

Forever...

[That word repeats heavy on Wriothesley's tongue, and in his heart. If he could blush right now he would from such a simple word but it affects him so completely.
He needs little more to get him erect besides the fact Satan was already touching his sensitive cock, the piercings being touched adding more pressure there and a bit of a shine in the mass of dark fur.]

You want me on all fours...right?

[The wolf looks at Satan and gives him a playful bite by his neck, or what is maybe his thick neck and then rolls onto his back first. His tail sways under him so Satan can get a nice view of Wriothesley in all his knotted cock glory first. His tongue is hanging out of his mouth , ears perked and playful as those icy blue eyes look down to see Satan own protruding monster of a cock.

How that's going inside him he has no idea but today is either going to be a good day to die or going to feel great. He doesn't care, he has Satan claiming him.

So he turns onto his side and like the obedient pooch he is he gets on all fours, his long bushy tail lifted and out of the way.] Yours forever~

dumb. in love. YUH

[bruxing]

Yeah. Just like-- fuck, you little shit!

[Not angrily, though. Surprised, then playful, or-- as playful as Satan can sound when his face stays deadpan in that inhuman mask of rage, and his voice has been run through about a million filters until it's echoing and heavy. He figures he's allowed to be pleasantly surprised by that bite, though, and hopefully for the brief tummy-up interlude, he's allowed a quick tummy rub.

If one meaty, vascular wrist should brush against Wriothesley's cock during said tummy rub time, then all's the better.]

You're so fuckin' cute, I could kill someone right now...! Lemme make it easier so it's not you, alright? Lick my fingers a bit, make me imagine it's my dick instead.

[Indeed, one thick digit presses against Wriothesley's maw at that, not pushing in, not forcing, just waiting to be embraced. He'll be as patient as he can be, for this special case; even if that's...Not very fucking patient at all, the effort's still being put in, for sure.]