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mugm is hard to look at. he's pitch black all over and the light doesn't reflect off of him. no other voidling nufuli has ever met felt quite so eerily similar to the place they're born of.
mugm does.
it feels like sinking – there's almost nothing for the eye to catch on, no discernible features, and looking down at mugm between his legs has nufuli's breath hitching as if he is falling headfirst into the void.
nufuli had never had a good experience with the void, not on this server. and he doubts this would be the one to change the trajectory.
he still dives straight in – dives into a kiss too, pulling mugm closer. not like making all the right decisions did him any good anyway. the thought almost sends nufuli down another bitter spiral, but mugm doesn't waste any time licking into his mouth, and that keeps him busy alright. mugm palms his quickly filling out cock through the fabric and then catches nufuli's soft gasp with his mouth. mugm has sharp teeth, ghosting just short of nicking nuf's lips. he doesn't get to find out how that would feel, because once mugm is done with nufuli's belt he slides back into his place, pulling the other's pants and boxers down in one smooth motion. nufuli is already half-hard and mugm taking just the tip into his mouth earns him a content sigh. encouragement spurs mugm on and he slides down further with a moan and the nice vibration has nufuli echoing the sound for a blissful moment before mugm pulls away. his pure white eye is half-lidded with want already and they barely even started. does this guy get off on sucking cock? or is that a part of that weird obsession he has with nufuli?
"eager, are you?"
that earns nufuli a glare.
"like you aren't," mugm quips back, but still spits down onto nufuli's dick and lubes him up. nufuli refuses to roll his hips into the touch, but a few slick drags of mugm's hand are enough to get him to full mast and that tells mugm everything about just how eager he is.
the wet glide is heavenly, but once mugm gets his mouth on him again it's even better.
mugm takes his sweet time, switching between sucking the head and licking along the shaft. nufuli holds his breath when mugm drags his long tongue against the underside of his dick, pressing against a pulsating vein. it's so good but it's not enough. nufuli fists his hands into the sheets and groans.
"can you get to it already?"
mugm, like the asshole he is, gives no indication that he heard nim. it takes maybe a couple more agonizing minutes and nufuli throwing his head back against the headboard before mugm finally wraps his lips properly around him again, and then nufuli gives in.
he bucks his hips forward, finally sinking into the heat of a welcoming throat. mugm's hands squeeze his thighs tighter in response. he is not careful with nufuli in the slightest, and when he gags on his cock sharp canines scrape the thin skin just so and nufuli's brain short-circuits so badly it takes him a moment to register that the embarrassing keen he hears belongs to him.
it makes them both freeze - nufuli in hot embarrassment, mugm in what's too close to curiosity for nuf's comfort, and then mugm's mouth is off of him. there's a string of saliva connecting his tongue to the tip and the image is something straight out of porn. nufuli swallows, not quite meeting mugm's eye.
"didn't take you for someone who likes pain," mugm's voice sounds too smug for something so raspy and ruined.
nufuli's "fuck off" bleeds into a beautiful moan once mugm's claws find purchase in the tender insides of his thighs. pain pierces through muscles and they spasm, trying to close, but mugm's sharp grip is firm. nufuli bites his lip, tries to distract himself with a different kind of pain, to not let more noises out, but mugm is having none of that.
he swallows him down again and that's almost too much for poor nufuli.
this is the moment nufuli finally dares to grab at mugm. he fists a hand into silky hair but doesn't quite pull, just grips hard. mugm's hair is strikingly dark too, nufuli's palm practically disappears into black nothing where the strands are wrapped around it and it makes something ugly fuel the heat in his belly, something to do with being consumed by– he should be thinking less about this. should be less fascinated. it shouldn't send a thrill down his spine. nufuli takes a deep breath.
mugm slows his pace obediently, being more so just a warmth around the length as he bobs his head in shallow movements. nufuli pants as the wave of pleasure subsides a little.
he doesn't understand. he is familiar with pain, knows how to tune it out. this was not even half a heart of damage, it shouldn't send him reeling like this, yet his heart is still frantic like mugm had a sword against his throat instead of… this. whatever this is. it's not exactly like a sword to a throat, though. nufuli can't put his finger on it–it's like some wires got crossed in his head–stinging pain still lingers and it somehow feels sharper than anything ever did in a fight. he doesn't like pain, yet the burn of it ignites something inside of him. it makes him almost want to chase the feeling again, like scratching an itch. so wrong but so right. nufuli tightens his grip on mugm and he moans.
mugm drools around him and the wet little sounds he makes go straight to nufuli's cock, but it's still somehow not quite enough. nufuli almost wails in frustration. he doesn't know what to do with himself but give in to the temptation and make mugm sink further with a harsh tug. he's not disappointed when it doesn't earn him mean claws sinking into his thighs again. mugm just ruts against the mattress with a mewl, lost in pleasure. still, his eye is trained on nufuli's face, drinking in his reaction.
and then mugm's claws do start to draw teasingly light lines on his skin. nufuli's head fucking spins just from that.
"why the hell are you doing this?"
mugm makes a move to pull off so he can reply and nufuli lets his hair spill freely.
"you like it, no?" mugm has the audacity to tilt his head innocently.
he doesn't. he almost says so, and then mugm licks his lips and his fangs glint again and yes. yes, nufuli likes it. likes it so much he needs them buried in his flesh. now. fuck.
and with the way mugm's lips quirk upwards he must realize this too. mugm is just toying with him, but nufuli can't do this anymore. he just whines and gives mugm a nod feeling the heat rise to his face.
mugm nuzzles into his thigh, smearing the red still pearling at the pinprick wounds against nufuli's skin. his tongue darts out, licking at one of them. blood wells up again and again, but mugm doesn't let down until it stops beading.
"i would love to slice your chest open with these."
he brings his hand up to loosely wrap it around nufuli's length, making a point of circling the tip with his claw. featherlight, but making nufuli's cock twitch regardless. he gasps.
"oh, you like this, you like listening to what i want to do to you?"
nufuli wants to cover his eyes but looking away from the sinful image that mugm is feels impossible. he doesn't like how easily mugm unravels him. he knows which buttons to press, even the ones nufuli had no idea about. his heart beats somewhere in his throat.
"could flay you open and lap up your blood… the red would look lovely on your skin. i'd know, i stabbed you in battle, but you can't really get a good look with clothes in the way and regeneration."
mugm abandons his leaking cock again in favor of splaying his hands across nufuli's thighs, pushing them apart even wider.
"you'd love that too, wouldn't you? you'd let me," he continues matter-of-factly, and nufuli squeezes his eyes shut as he realizes, with defeat, that mugm is right. he'd let him, like he's letting him do this right now.
"no, look at me," mugm orders, nufuli obliges.
"i can give you more, nufuli, is that what you want?"
"mugm," nufuli begs. he doesn't know what for. mugm decides for him, and, with one last press of a tongue to nufuli's feverish skin, he bites down hard.
nufuli's mouth falls open in a silent moan as the fangs break the skin. he'd cum right there and then but there's no stimulation to his neglected cock so the taut tension has nowhere to go again. instead, the pain sends a pulse of heat through his entire body like nufuli's nerves are alight. he aches all over and that's not something that should mix this well with arousal, but it does. oh void, it does. mugm licks over the bleeding bite, as if soothing, only to sink his teeth into the skin again right next to it and nufuli writhes.
"just think of how good you would look if these scarred. a permanent mark so everyone knows you're mine," mugm rambles on.
nufuli barely registers the words washing over him anymore. just the way mugm brings his claws down to his other thigh, and drags them down. nufuli stares at long white lines quickly filling up with blood with wide glazed-over eyes.
his entire world narrows down to the sharp pulsation of bloody cuts and bites and his dick. he's half delirious and so hard it's bordering on painful too. still, it somehow gets sidelined and nufuli finds himself arching more into the hand and mouth abusing him than trying to chase his release. he's been teetering on the edge for so long the idea of getting to cross it doesn't even feel real.
"mugm…" nufuli keens again, canting his hips up.
mugm swallows him down to the root and nufuli sees stars. he shakes apart under mugm and he milks him until nufuli's raspy moans turn into gasps, and only then it all finally stops.
nufuli's ears ring as his body is wracked with aftershocks of his orgasm. he doesn't think he came this hard in his life. he stays still for a few moments, catching his breath. he takes in just how fucked-out he feels – limbs heavy with post-orgasm bliss settled inside him, legs covered in streaks of drying out blood and trembling. nufuli doesn't think he could move if he wanted to.
and mugm still is between his legs, one hand down his pants palming his hard-on.
"what about you?" nufuli mumbles.
"oh, don't worry."
that is the only warning nufuli gets before mugm sits up and drags nufuli down the mattress in one swift motion. the man yelps as he's manhandled into a position to mugm's liking. nufuli is more than familiar with the raw strength hiding inside mugm's deceptively lean form, but in the bedroom it too has an entirely different effect on him than in battle. a blink, and nufuli is right where mugm wants him, ass pressed flush to mugm's hips, legs held together tightly. mugm hooks them over his shoulder and nufuli makes a confused noise.
"what are you–"
the question dies down when he feels mugm rut against him, already having pulled his pants and underwear down. mugm lets his cock slide across the back of nufuli's thighs a few times and then thrusts forward with intent, finally sinking between them with a content sigh.
the drag of it and slick precum makes the bites sting anew and nufuli honest to void whimpers, throwing back his head. his thighs twitch against his will and mugm's pace stutters and his breath does too. next time nufuli squeezes them deliberately and that drags a sweet moan out of mugm. nufuli wants more.
he gets more – low bitten off moans as mugm hangs his head low and pants, mouth open. he has to be close.
nufuli can't get his eyes off of the way the head of mugm's dick peeks from between his thighs on each thrust. mugm picks up speed and it only takes a few snaps of his hips and then he spills with nufuli's name on his lips, painting his thighs and stomach with cum.
mugm lets go of nufuli's legs, letting them fall down weakly, only to look pointedly between them. it takes nufuli a second to catch up only to realize that he is half hard again. from mugm just fucking his thighs. oh void.
"wow."
"shut up! shut up, okay?!" nufuli tries to growl, pressing the heels of his palms to his eyes. it doesn't even sound worth listening to to him. he is going to die from embarrassment. that's how mugm is going to take his final life. "you owe me some god apples after this."
"i don't think so. you're up for another round?"
"hell no!"