Magkrav monstery

"I won't hurt you." A pause, and close as they are Magnus can feel Kravitz drawing deep, intentional breath before continuing. "That's not an assurance. It's a refusal. I /won't/."

Beneath him, pinned between sharp talons, Magnus nods. Licks his lips. "I know. S'not about that. Just… wanna feel small for once."

Words don't come easy to him at the best of times, but under Kravitz's form - less familiar than usual, more bestial, /bigger/ - the admission sits heavy on his tongue.

Kravitz nods, opal eyes assessing him. "We can do that."

Human fingers had prepped him not long ago, but now, transformed, a claw grazes his thigh and pries it flat against the mattress. Magnus' chest goes tight at the ease of it.

"Queen above, Magnus," Kravitz breathes, adjusting back on his haunches, "look at you. /Eager/."

It's not spoken in a teasing way, but Magnus feels blood rise to his cheeks and chest regardless. He knows he's dripping already. He /knows/ he's eager. He knows - and thankfully, /only he/ knows - how long he's thought about this.

Kravitz presses into him, the blunt head of his cock burning hot until it breaches, his length slipping in with comparative ease.

Still, Magnus feels spread wider than he's been in… possibly /ever/. His breath escapes him in great, keening heaves, and though Kravitz is gorgeous and fascinating above him, he squeezes his eyes shut to concentrate his remaining senses on that feeling.

As if reading his mind, a cold hand presses down on his gut, under his navel, and Magnus' breath stops all at once. Beneath his skin, and fat, and muscle, he can /feel/ it. The drag of Kravitz's testing thrusts. The engorged head hitting parts of him so deep it aches. Additional slickness that his own body didn't make.

"Fuck me," is all Magnus can manage, but thankfully it's enough.

Kravitz had warned he mightn't last as long like this, and it's quickly evident in the erratic nature of his thrusts. Somehow, it's far from unsatisfying. Being used like a toy, groped, genuinely unsure if he could fight him off… it's perfect. It's nothing he's ever had before.

Magnus raises his hips to meet him, which Kravitz grabs with talons that /almost/ break his initial promise of no hurting. And then, a flash of sensation inside him, a /swelling/, and Kravitz inhaling through his jagged teeth for a long, long moment.

When he regains himself; "Are you comfortable? We might be here for a couple of minutes."

Magnus nods, smiles against the slight apology in Kravitz's tone. "S'Good. All good."

His body still pulses with tension, so tightly coiled that Kravitz's inhuman fingers against his hipbone make him shiver. Kravitz settles over him, a pleasant, heavy weight on his middle, and the smooth scales of his knuckles find their way between Magnus' legs just as his lips graze his neck.

"Gorgeous, pet…" Kravitz mumbles into his skin. Magnus bucks into every point of contact, and after only a moment, he's gasping as a long, watery orgasm is drawn from his body, hole pulsing around Kravitz's slowly decreasing knot.  Their combined come and slick drip warm down the seam of his ass.

Kravitz keeps his clawed hand steady, rubbing slow circles even after Magnus whines from sensitivity. He doesn't tell him to stop, though. They've got time to burn.