Norn taagnus for momo

"Magnus…"

He's a lighter sleeper, like this. Always a little more prepped for danger.

"Maaag-nusss…"

Still, he's a heavier load to shove, and Taako is only so much elf.

He pushes against the bulk of his dozing husband's haunches, but, like some kind of furry, warm boulder, he stays firm.

And then, an ear twitches.

Taako crowds in on it.

"Hey there, honeypie," he coos, sharp nails coming to scritch a tuft of brown fur by his neck, "sleep well? Dream of any busty bear women?"

Magnus can't exactly blush in his norn form, but Taako has been with him long enough to see it in his eyes. He presses a comforting smooch on his velvety snout.

"You can go back to sleep if you want." Taako shrugs a shoulder, keeps it casual. "Just wanted to come chill. Been missing you. Lazy-bear, leaving your elven husband to suffer, awake at all hours-"

Magnus huffs from deep in his throat and adjusts his weight to create a Taako-sized space under his left paw. Taako takes it, worming in on his back until his head rests comfortably on the fur of Magnus' right paw, the other secured over him like a small, heavy blanket.

The sun filters through the trees around the deck, and it would almost hurt to look straight up at the sky as he is, if he didn't love it. Magnus must love it too, the warmth, because no matter how many times Taako says it's no big deal if he comes inside, it's rare to find him anywhere but the sunny edges of their forest home during weeks like this.

His eyes fall closed, warm and secure, but it's barely a moment before a wet snout is prodding at his neck and cheek.

"Pff, jeez, okay, I get it, no sunbathing for Taako." Magnus somehow manages to look immensely guilty, face lowered and eyes up, and he can only laugh.

"Cute. Love you." Taako taps his nose, and for a scary second he feels Magnus' powerful arm twitch to return the playful gesture, but he seems to think better of it. Another bout of giggles.

The sun and his husband are warm, his spine is relaxed, and his blood feels like honey. Taako inhales, exhales, on the edge of meditative, and says what he's been thinking.

"Touch me."

He doesn't open his eyes, but he feels Magnus' head jerk back in surprise. Blindly, he feels for a furry face, and coaxes it back down to him until muzzle rests on his chest.

"What? We fuck all the time, why're you freakin' out about it?"

And, well. They both know /why/. But when Taako wants something weird, his best bet is to just pretend that it's normal. Probably not the best or most /healthy, communicative/ solution, but hey. His husband who can't speak verbally is less communicative still, so Taako still wins by default.

Magnus blinks at him, slow and as sarcastic as a were-bear can be. He can almost hear the deadpan /very, funny, Taako/.

"Mags," Taako starts, soft, reaching up a hand to stroke cheek fur, "'m not kidding, actually. Want you. /Miss/ you."

A huff, followed by a growl, but not a nasty one.

"Miss you," he repeats, lower, wriggling up a little to blow in his ear. It twitches, Magnus' brow furrows, and Taako holds in a giggle for the sake of preserving the mood.

Magnus ducks his head, at that. Right under Taako's neck, and he hums encouragingly as snout touches skin.

"I know you'll turn back in a couple days," he raises a knee, drags it slow against sun-warmed bulk, "but I can't wait, Maggie. I /can't/."

Maybe Magnus - human Magnus, the Magnus he spends three quarters of his life with - would have resisted a little further. But his mind works different during these weeks, and Taako is convincing at the best of times.

Magnus rolls over, figuratively and literally.

Taako, freed from under paw, sits up to assess the situation. He's not-/not/ hard, it looks like. The position doesn't look particularly natural, for bear sex, but then again, Taako's not the expert. Whatever. Suits him just fine.

He crawls up on all fours to kiss his man, all tongue and teeth and the taste of berries. If bears can moan, that's what Magnus does, but Taako is right there with him. He wasn't just playing. He's missed him. A warm presence in bed beside him. His sweaty palms. His mouth. His cock.

Taako is flexible, but straddling the hips of a fuzzy bigfoot isn't the easiest thing he's done today. He manages, though; experiments rolling his hips back to find the exposed flesh of his cock.

Magnus stays quiet, face turned away. His heart beats so slow in this form it almost scares him, but Taako can hear breaths coming through his nose fast and eager.

"'kay. Cool. Gonna do this now, I guess," Taako licks his lips, sitting up on his knees, "you good, sugar?"

The velvet of Magnus' paw finds Taako's thigh, halfway under his runched-up sundress. He still won't meet his gaze, and Taako finds himself a little knocked at how endearing his embarrassed, shy, giant bear husband is.

His cock feels different, in his hand. Wet, and /big/, even more than he's used to. With his free hand, he pushes his panties to the side, and eases down.

It /hurts/, but in the good way. In the way where he can't feel his legs and his lungs go tight. He bottoms out, the speared tip of Magnus' cock touching the very edges of him.

Magnus is still too shy to look at him, but he bucks just as eager as Taako moans. Taako barely has to work his thighs; his man is strong enough for them both, like this. He finds the nub of his own dick and teases it between his fingers, the slick of them enough to lubricate.

Magnus isn't built to last like this. Taako can feel his release building already, but he's too excited to see what it's like to think about slowing. He hopes Magnus knows. Claws dig into his hip just gentle enough to still be gentle.

"Good," he manages, with breath that feels knocked right from his chest, "that's good, Maggie."

He clenches tight on purpose, rolling his clit on his thumb in a way that makes his legs wanna clamp.

"Knew you'd enjoy this." His free hand, matching the tremble in his voice, comes to pet the fur and leathery skin of his underbelly. "Like-- like animals, fucking me like there's a /purpose/, like, god, like /breeding/…" Taako's not sure if he's making sense anymore, but Magnus reacts like he's spilling poetry, vocalising low in his throat and using the leverage of his claws to hold Taako still against his cock as he bucks and comes and swells inside him.

The diminished ache in his cunt returns full-force as the knot expands, and Taako can feel the beginnings of pulsing inside him. His body reacting to it.

He rubs at himself, slow strokes because they've got time, and as he comes around Magnus' knot, he keens a desperate, begging sound that sends birds flying from the trees.

They stay like that, because there's little choice for the moment, and because they want to. It's strange to look down and /not/ see a bulge under his belly, for how full he feels. Sated.

As the swell of his knot comes down, Taako lowers himself onto Magnus' warm chest. His breath has already slowed, but Taako feels like a live wire. The thrill of experimentation. Of success. The ache of his husband taking him apart.

Unseating himself is a little messy, and Taako makes a note that panties should definitely come /off/ next time, because these ones look like they've gone through a /lot/.

For the mean time though, he drops, free from underwear, still sticky and perfectly sore beside his husband on the deck. Sleeping is far more a norn's strong suit than an elf's, as evidenced by Magnus' gentle snores, but the sun is a blissful warmth, and Taako is content.