[ Whatever agency that it is that does movie ratings would probably be so confused as they tried to do their job on this hypothetical documentary. So all-in-all, probably best that it's not feasible to tape this, although really, who besides the two of them would want to watch their majestic mating ceremony.
The feeling of claws digging into his skin just gets the fight-or-flight hormones rushing even harder through his system, that primeval urge to copulate before the inevitability of death takes him (permanently, not whatever it is that he's sort of experienced a few times now). Even when he's getting carried away, he still generally maintains an edge of thinking to his doing, but this is far more driven by pure instinct than he's ever been. He tilts his head slightly without thinking about it, fangs going from a neat insert through skin to tearing through it — but there are more pressing things at the moment than the taste of blood hitting his tongue.
Here's where I belatedly Google about animal sex and discover: "Sexual conflict over copulation duration may have shaped the evolution of hemipenis morphology, favoring more elaborate organs in species in which a long duration of copulation is especially beneficial to males, despite the associated costs to females." Which is more about snake dicks than I ever needed to know, but provides a certain backdrop of this is going to go on for a while, Henry, settle in for some uncomfortable overstimulation via extreme frottage, Akashi can and will keep going. ]
[Something that magnificent would be hard for observers to appreciate, unless they shared some very specific interests.
Henry's not quite at the point of regretting his lack of crow-shaped genitalia- since a cloaca would've had to have been less sensitive than the human side of things, right?- but almost. The rubbing soared past what his body was asking for, past the chance for orgasm and right into pain. His claws rake down Akashi's side, as he tries to twist and bite at any part of his body he could get to. Without fangs of his own (or a beak), the most he could do was bruise, drag skin between his teeth and try to crush it, propelled more by sensation than thought: the mingled (if not exactly unfamiliar) feeling of tearing and wanting to be torn and desire to find a climax in the middle of both.
The overstimulation was making the latter impossible, though. Bucking was an instinct, a reflex, an attempt to jolt Akashi away from him; his leg locking around one of Akashi's, feathers crushed against scales, keeps him from going very far anyway.]
[ Akashi's sort of aware, vaguely, that this is actually pretty markedly more on the rough side of rough sex. The ratio of pleasure to pain here is suddenly heavily skewing towards pain, and there's nothing inherently wrong with that, but it does make something switch on a little in his brain and drains the physiological reactions a bit. He manages to stop hissing and squirming (though failing to distangle) and actually form a few words, so that's — something.
... In retrospect, he's probably not going to enjoy so much the animal instincts part of all of this. Even more so than the coldbloodedness. ]
... Henry? [ He tried. He sounds mildly drugged, but he tried. ] Thissss — ngh. [ Once more, without hissing. He'll avoid 's' sounds for now. ] Are you alright?
[ He glances down and it only then occurs to him that while Henry's gotten off, he is still going strong. He changes his mind, actually, being part snake sucks. ]
Caw? C-caw.... [Which roughly translates to 'I'm not sure about anything.' In Henry's current state, though, it takes him several moments to even realize he hadn't used his human words. What were those again?
He ached all over, though it felt particularly acute in the dick region and assorted territories. He didn't even feel particularly satisfied, much less relieved; Henry could remember the amount of venom he'd encouraged Akashi to dose him with, and he was a trifle... not concerned, just aware of that fact. Had he really burned through all of it? His limbs remained tense, and his pulse was speeding away, and though the thought of anything touching his dick made him cringe inwardly, that never stopped anything.
His laugh is weaker, and distinctly crow-like, but Henry does his best to look reassuring as he presses his face against Akashi's, nuzzling at his cheek between breaths. He also does his best to keep his claws from jabbing him too much more, the tips of them trembling in already-punctured skin. He could feel blood joining the mix of other fluids sticking them together, from the various wounds they'd created.]
I'm okay. Are you... should I do anything?
[Not that he'd stop Akashi if he just continued rubbing against him; needs must, and it wasn't as though he hadn't endured worse things.]
[ There've been a lot of different fluids circulating into the both of them as well as out of the both of them that they really should probably be seeking medical attention right now — not that hospitals even exist in the sexpocalypse, although Carvaka probably could have some sort of tabloid version of Sex Sent Me To the ER, though that's neither here nor there.
Anyway, Akashi sure still is popping a boner and he's not entirely sure what to do about it; he's still raring to go at it, Henry clearly is not and Akashi's not feeling too great about pushing the point here when he can go and take care of his problem by himself. ]
Mm, no, I can take care of things. [ He leans in, resting his head on Henry's shoulder lightly. His dick aggressively refuses to die down, but he thinks he's just going to take a moment for a breather here... ]
[He could just accept that, it was true. It wasn't as though Henry was feeling the most coordinated or energetic, and Akashi was certainly capable of handling a simple erection on his own.
But it was hard (so to speak) for Henry to turn down an opportunity to touch Akashi, so he decides to give it a go anyway.
The one problem is that his hands were mostly scales and claws. And not the nice, smooth snakeskin that Akashi had, but rough and probably not intended for rubbing at sensitive things like dicks. Still, trying sounded like a good idea to Henry, so that's suddenly a lot of sharp points curling dangerously close to places that probably don't need an impromptu piercing.
The added problem was that it was awfully hard to feel what he was doing. The scales of his hands didn't allow much sensation to pass through them, and though he tilts his head down to watch where his talons were going, this was shaping up to not be the most comfortable handjob ever.]
[ Normally, even Akashi would be a bit alarmed about all of this; he'd really like to not turn this into some sort of impromptu emasculation, but normally he also doesn't have to come to terms with the fact that he's pretty sure his dick has been partially altered by his partial transformation into a snake-human being and that just makes this seem like far more of a good idea than it should be.
In other words: he really shouldn't, but he's willing to risk accidentally getting a dick piercing right now. To make things less risky for them both, he at least tries his best to hold still and not make any abrupt movements, but it's hard to when it feels like his entire body is really pushing a biological imperative to get off. As if channeling his energy away from bucking his hips, the rest of his body seems to be shuddering slightly, and he presses his forehead into Henry's shoulder with a surprising amount of pressure, tugging at his forearm for balance as he breathes in sharp inhales and ragged exhales. His instincts are saying this is all still well and good, and quite frankly, he's just not in the mood to fight against them right now. ]
[Most of the time, his crow-instincts had done Henry well. It wasn't that different from normal, apart from wanting to fluff up his feathers impressively and demonstrate to Akashi his fantastic nest-making skills. There was that.
But with his claws nestled around delicate parts of Akashi's anatomy, Henry's having to reconsider the practicalities. And while feeling the press of Akashi's head against his shoulder was nice, even if his arm hadn't been trapped, Henry realized that his instinct to stroke his hair wouldn't have worked very well. Even if his hands hadn't been bloody (hardly a deterrent), he wouldn't have been able to feel it at all.
So maybe being part-crow wasn't all fun and games and dive-bombing people and cawing at them. While Henry was quite happy to scratch Akashi up a bit, he kind of preferred him with all his limbs/dick still attached. He also kind of liked being able to feel what he was doing, to feel Akashi in general- and even with all the body-contact, hands were... kind of useful implements.
But there was nothing for it but to make do with what he had, moving fingers as quickly as he could risk, hoping that the abrasiveness would be a bonus instead of a detriment. And as careful as he was being, Henry couldn't keep the tips of his claws from contacting Akashi entirely- the touch leaving the thinnest of welts along his dick. Raising the skin, if not quite breaking it- though it would take only a small jerk of hips to change that.]
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The feeling of claws digging into his skin just gets the fight-or-flight hormones rushing even harder through his system, that primeval urge to copulate before the inevitability of death takes him (permanently, not whatever it is that he's sort of experienced a few times now). Even when he's getting carried away, he still generally maintains an edge of thinking to his doing, but this is far more driven by pure instinct than he's ever been. He tilts his head slightly without thinking about it, fangs going from a neat insert through skin to tearing through it — but there are more pressing things at the moment than the taste of blood hitting his tongue.
Here's where I belatedly Google about animal sex and discover: "Sexual conflict over copulation duration may have shaped the evolution of hemipenis morphology, favoring more elaborate organs in species in which a long duration of copulation is especially beneficial to males, despite the associated costs to females." Which is more about snake dicks than I ever needed to know, but provides a certain backdrop of this is going to go on for a while, Henry, settle in for some uncomfortable overstimulation via extreme frottage, Akashi can and will keep going. ]
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Henry's not quite at the point of regretting his lack of crow-shaped genitalia- since a cloaca would've had to have been less sensitive than the human side of things, right?- but almost. The rubbing soared past what his body was asking for, past the chance for orgasm and right into pain. His claws rake down Akashi's side, as he tries to twist and bite at any part of his body he could get to. Without fangs of his own (or a beak), the most he could do was bruise, drag skin between his teeth and try to crush it, propelled more by sensation than thought: the mingled (if not exactly unfamiliar) feeling of tearing and wanting to be torn and desire to find a climax in the middle of both.
The overstimulation was making the latter impossible, though. Bucking was an instinct, a reflex, an attempt to jolt Akashi away from him; his leg locking around one of Akashi's, feathers crushed against scales, keeps him from going very far anyway.]
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... In retrospect, he's probably not going to enjoy so much the animal instincts part of all of this. Even more so than the coldbloodedness. ]
... Henry? [ He tried. He sounds mildly drugged, but he tried. ] Thissss — ngh. [ Once more, without hissing. He'll avoid 's' sounds for now. ] Are you alright?
[ He glances down and it only then occurs to him that while Henry's gotten off, he is still going strong. He changes his mind, actually, being part snake sucks. ]
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He ached all over, though it felt particularly acute in the dick region and assorted territories. He didn't even feel particularly satisfied, much less relieved; Henry could remember the amount of venom he'd encouraged Akashi to dose him with, and he was a trifle... not concerned, just aware of that fact. Had he really burned through all of it? His limbs remained tense, and his pulse was speeding away, and though the thought of anything touching his dick made him cringe inwardly, that never stopped anything.
His laugh is weaker, and distinctly crow-like, but Henry does his best to look reassuring as he presses his face against Akashi's, nuzzling at his cheek between breaths. He also does his best to keep his claws from jabbing him too much more, the tips of them trembling in already-punctured skin. He could feel blood joining the mix of other fluids sticking them together, from the various wounds they'd created.]
I'm okay. Are you... should I do anything?
[Not that he'd stop Akashi if he just continued rubbing against him; needs must, and it wasn't as though he hadn't endured worse things.]
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Anyway, Akashi sure still is popping a boner and he's not entirely sure what to do about it; he's still raring to go at it, Henry clearly is not and Akashi's not feeling too great about pushing the point here when he can go and take care of his problem by himself. ]
Mm, no, I can take care of things. [ He leans in, resting his head on Henry's shoulder lightly. His dick aggressively refuses to die down, but he thinks he's just going to take a moment for a breather here... ]
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[He could just accept that, it was true. It wasn't as though Henry was feeling the most coordinated or energetic, and Akashi was certainly capable of handling a simple erection on his own.
But it was hard (so to speak) for Henry to turn down an opportunity to touch Akashi, so he decides to give it a go anyway.
The one problem is that his hands were mostly scales and claws. And not the nice, smooth snakeskin that Akashi had, but rough and probably not intended for rubbing at sensitive things like dicks. Still, trying sounded like a good idea to Henry, so that's suddenly a lot of sharp points curling dangerously close to places that probably don't need an impromptu piercing.
The added problem was that it was awfully hard to feel what he was doing. The scales of his hands didn't allow much sensation to pass through them, and though he tilts his head down to watch where his talons were going, this was shaping up to not be the most comfortable handjob ever.]
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In other words: he really shouldn't, but he's willing to risk accidentally getting a dick piercing right now. To make things less risky for them both, he at least tries his best to hold still and not make any abrupt movements, but it's hard to when it feels like his entire body is really pushing a biological imperative to get off. As if channeling his energy away from bucking his hips, the rest of his body seems to be shuddering slightly, and he presses his forehead into Henry's shoulder with a surprising amount of pressure, tugging at his forearm for balance as he breathes in sharp inhales and ragged exhales. His instincts are saying this is all still well and good, and quite frankly, he's just not in the mood to fight against them right now. ]
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But with his claws nestled around delicate parts of Akashi's anatomy, Henry's having to reconsider the practicalities. And while feeling the press of Akashi's head against his shoulder was nice, even if his arm hadn't been trapped, Henry realized that his instinct to stroke his hair wouldn't have worked very well. Even if his hands hadn't been bloody (hardly a deterrent), he wouldn't have been able to feel it at all.
So maybe being part-crow wasn't all fun and games and dive-bombing people and cawing at them. While Henry was quite happy to scratch Akashi up a bit, he kind of preferred him with all his limbs/dick still attached. He also kind of liked being able to feel what he was doing, to feel Akashi in general- and even with all the body-contact, hands were... kind of useful implements.
But there was nothing for it but to make do with what he had, moving fingers as quickly as he could risk, hoping that the abrasiveness would be a bonus instead of a detriment. And as careful as he was being, Henry couldn't keep the tips of his claws from contacting Akashi entirely- the touch leaving the thinnest of welts along his dick. Raising the skin, if not quite breaking it- though it would take only a small jerk of hips to change that.]