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[veinilla]

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[veinilla]

“Good.”

Ethan isn’t a vengeful person, isn’t a killer. If you break his heart, he’s more likely to send you a thank you card for the learning experience than he is to try to get revenge. But something in him boils at the story, has his hackles raised.

“What did you do when the war was over?”

[antiquarius]

Ethan you are so soft and pure. He'll give you armour. Hard as diamond. He will protect you.

"My heart was still aching. I collected my books and left for France. It was no more peaceful but I was sick of the English and wanted some quiet. I've it a lovely little cottage surrounded by lavender. It's still there. I'll take you sometime if you like."

[veinilla]

He needs it. He’s probably far, far too kind to be what he is. He was a mistake, it’s painfully obvious.

“That sounds really beautiful. I’ve never been to France. Never really been overseas... they’ve got some amazing conventions, though. Shame they’re all during the day.”

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"Well, they're inside for the most part, right? I'll shade you with an umbrella. Bundle you up with sunglasses and international mystery."

He cards his fingers through Ethan's hair.

"We could go."

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“I’ll fit right in in Paris, I bet.”

He hasn’t been out much in daylight, though. Marcus ran a tight ship.

“You think I’d be okay? I don’t want to burst into flames.”

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"You'd be fine. And I would never let that happen on my watch." The very idea, honestly.

Though he understands the fear.

"I could take us right now. Just say the word and I'll wisk you away."

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“What, right now, naked? In the middle of Paris?” He’s a little disbelieving, chuckling a little as he burrows close.

“What a scandal.”

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"Wouldn't it just~" he purrs.

"Wrap you up in a sheet. Shield you under my wing as the sun sets"

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"Wing, huh?" He chuckles, elbowing him a little with a grin. "Are you the dragon?"

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Francis scoffs.

"Wouldn't that be ever so convenient."

He pulls the covers up over them like a cave. Or wing. You choose.

"I wouldn't be able to tell you if I were."

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"It would be cool." He's starting to be sus, Francis. But, you know. It is kinda farfetched.

"The whole endangered thing?"

[antiquarius]

"Mmm." That whole speech he gave about if anyone ever found out they would come after him and probably kill him. How it wasn't that he didn't truth Ethan it's that someone to extract information form him somehow and the less he knew the better. There's reason to be suspect, plenty of it and Francis is a pretty wretched liar, but he's doing his best to guide the conversation away form the obvious.

Which he does by rolling to get on top of Ether and wriggle down to busy himself between his new husband's legs.

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He’s absolutely suspect, Francis does not seem to have a lot of self preservation. He certainly has some questions, but they’re immediately set aside as Francis rolls them, pressing him into the mattress, Ethan barking out a laugh. By all means, yes please.

[antiquarius]

Yeah, he.

See this is why dragons die. They just can't help themselves.

How Francis manages to survive is a mystery.

Perhaps it's that his self preservation does eventually check in and he kills or flees.

He doesn't want to do either with Ethan but.. it's far too soon and it really is for the best.

So forget it while he sucks Ethan off, nice and slow and distracting. Maybe paw him open while he works.

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Preferably you won't have to kill him. Ethan has no intentions of betraying his husband, and all thoughts of dragons fly out of his head with Francis sucking his cock like that.

"Wow," he breathes, a hand sliding into his hair. "You're really good at this."

[antiquarius]

A low, pleased, vibrating purr. He would hope so. He has an entire arsenal of techniques.

He'll take his time but he wants to bring Ethan off with earth shattering, mindless honeymoon bliss. Swallow every last drop of venom laced seed.

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Got a kink for that venom, don’t you, Francis. Ethan’s isn’t nearly as strong as others, but it’s still there, thudding in your veins once swallowed.

He’ll cry your name, arching under that lovely mouth, flinders clenching the sheets as he comes, filling his husbands belly.

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He.. yeah he.. maybe. Has acquired a liking for it. Shut up.

Savouring every drop before pulling off and licking his lips.

"My love~" a question purred as he slinks up the length of Ethan's body for a kiss. He can feel that little buzz. It sets his blood alight.

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He groans a little, groping for him and shifting underneath him, hooking a leg around. Cmere. Slide home. He’s loose and easy.

“Uh huh,” he breathes, pushing fingers to twist in soft hair. “Right here.”

[antiquarius]

Good, that's what he wanted to ask.

Francis smiles and does exactly that, pressing himself against before nudging in. Already slicked. Don't think about it too hard.

Moaning nice and deep as he sinks home, capturing Ethan's lips before biting the bottom one and scraping his teeth along it.

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He’s not thinking about it at all. The only thing on his mind is how good he feels, how amazing it is to be filled so perfectly, every inch feeling like it was made especially for him.

Ethan whimpers, gripping his husband, arching up into him with a groan.

“You feel incredible. Like you were made for me.”

[antiquarius]

"I was," he answers, hips finding rhythm. Ethan's energy is so wonderfully unique. Soft but not without strength. Hard but not without gentleness. He likes that Ethan expresses himself. He likes the transparency. The simplicity. You are such a gem.

"I feel the same way about you."

[veinilla]

You’ve gotten very lucky in this one. Don’t fuck it up.

“Oh good,” he says, relieved as he rolls his hips up to meet Francis’. “I’d hate it if you didn’t.”

[antiquarius]

"Impossible."

Ethan is so good. God what has he been doing rolling around with half soulmates all these years.

Waiting for this one, maybe.

Maybe maybe maybe. Is it too soon to tell?

But since when has Francis given any patience to a situation like this. He simply doesn't have it. When he finds something beautiful he goes for it, both feet.

"It's been you I've been waiting for all this time."

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One day you’ll drown, pretty dragon.

Or maybe you won’t - maybe you’ll have a vampire to haul you back up when the water threatens to crash over your head.

“That’s romantic,” he pants, squeezing muscles around that perfect cock. “I love it.”