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It was odd how the transformations weren't predictable, were extreme some months and almost nonexistent another. This was a lighter month for Essek, barely a hit beyond how his eyes were now the telltale pink of the puca transformation and his nails, just a touch longer, definitely sharper. His already soft skin was indescribably softer, he kept catching himself running his hand over his arm, his legs, his- Oh. He's been a puca enough now to start recognizing the signs of heat. Perhaps the physical look of the transformation was mild this time, but he felt his heat coming on fast and hard and he was already becoming breathless.
He'd thought because he was barely transformed that he would be fine, that the heat wouldn't happen, it's why he hadn't thought twice about staying over at Thor's. It's why now he's trying to think of a polite way to excuse himself. He knows Thor would help him with this, but the man is having his own transformation problems.
"I-.. I seem to have miscalculated the extent of my transformation.. I apologize," he's already becoming quite flushed with heat, his words coming out breathy because- light, Thor smells amazing.
He'd thought because he was barely transformed that he would be fine, that the heat wouldn't happen, it's why he hadn't thought twice about staying over at Thor's. It's why now he's trying to think of a polite way to excuse himself. He knows Thor would help him with this, but the man is having his own transformation problems.
"I-.. I seem to have miscalculated the extent of my transformation.. I apologize," he's already becoming quite flushed with heat, his words coming out breathy because- light, Thor smells amazing.
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But it is terribly boring, isolating yourself. It seems safe to him to entertain at least one friend, and Essek is almost always his first choice for good company.
Thor, blessedly, is not fully changed into a dragon. He has spatters of silver scales running down from his neck and collarbone to his fingers that have black, pointed claws. There are curled, black horns protruding from his face and spines from his elbows and though it seems hard to imagine, he has slightly increased in size. Perhaps the most obvious change is that his feet are still humanoid but broader and too clawed for shoes and he has a long, silver and black scaled tail running down his backend.
He sits across from Essek, there's a bottle of wine between them that they've been sharing and he wonders if that has something to do with the way he keeps running his hands over his skin and looking flushed...but that smell. It lingers in the air.
"No need." Thor smiles a fangy smile, reaching over to refill Essek's glass. He is perfectly aware that Essek is trying to politely excuse himself and is quite happy to play dumb about it in order to prevent it.
"You've got nothing to apologise for, these things are out of our control. Terribly inconvenient, isn't it?"
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His attraction to the man was very felt and reciprocated enough for him to feel comfortable in his, at times, potent desire of the man. Especially in this moment when his heat was kicking into play and Thor's transformation has only enhanced the other man's appeal...
"Incredibly so, yes," a deep breath only brings to his nose the scent of Thor and of the freshly poured wine. His abnormally colored eyes move to Thor and his smile, his eyes shifting to take in the changes once more, his size... Essek's already small compared to the other man, but even more so now.
"And it... sees fit to possibly make me a terrible inconvenience to you at this rate, I would not want to impose upon your hospitality," he has to cross his legs tighter to mask his increasing need, his hand moving to retrieve the wine instead of running up his arm once more.
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Thor still smiles, but more serenely this time. He admires Essek and seems to drink him in like the wine in their glasses. His eyes glide over the elegant curve of his cheek bones and he thinks of drawing his fingers over them. Of gripping the soft locks of his hair, biting those long ears and making them twitch. His sweet, wine stained lips with those sharp fangs he's already tasted. He can practically feel Essek's cool, soft hands on his chest with his claws tracing shapes on his skin. He can see him riding his cock with his lovely legs and dark thighs splayed over him.
But the only indication of the way his thoughts turn is a dark look in his eyes and a twitch of his lips.
"You're in no state to leave. You've been drinking, and I know your transformations leave you.." He searches for the words, idly licking his lips. "Vulnerable. You'll be safer here with me to watch you."
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The words though, they make him much more certain it's the latter. Was Thor then playing at making sure he was kept here? Did he want to indulge in the building heat that would soon drive Essek to spreading his thighs, to greedily let the bigger man take him as he pleases?
He supposes, at this rate, he can either play coy or be blunt... "And if I stay.. well, I will want more than for you to just watch," his gaze now peeks through his lashes, assessing. "If that isn't agreeable, then perhaps I should go before becoming an imposition. It would be wise to seek company or solitude before I become.. too vulnerable."
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When he finally reaches Essek, he places a hand down on the table in front of him as he leans in.
"That sounds very agreeable to me. I'd like very much to do more than watch you."
His free hand reaches out, tapping Essek's chin with his fingers to lift it up so they're locking eyes properly again.
"I'd like to carry you into my bed chambers and keep you there until I'm done with you."