"Get over here." Without quite realising it, he's got to his feet; his ears don't quite brush the ceiling. "Get over here right now. I'm going to take his face off."
He gets only a growl in response, as Goro sits back down on the bed, unnaturally furious. Then he yelps, as the base of his nine tails hit the futon and complain. "Shit!"
Very ungracefully, he flops over onto his stomach. "Yes, I'd rip his face off. I'd start with that stupid fucking nose. Are you okay, Ren?"
"Do you?" But the joke falls a bit flat. What if Ren, who seems suspiciously okay with no longer having a dick, finds something about Goro's uninvited transformation repellent?
Plus, his ass still aches from the tails. "I'll see you soon. Hurry it up."
Ren drops his phone on the floor, takes a deep breath, and screams as loud as he fucking can.
It goes on for a little while, actually. Afterwards, feeling only marginally saner and with a newly sore throat, he shoves on the first clean clothes that come to hand, making a face at the weirdness of getting dressed without a dick. Another minute, and he's armed himself, done some basic shit like brushing his teeth that he never would have done if he was going to see anyone else, and left his apartment.
A little less than five minutes after he hung up, his footsteps sound on the staircase. He turns the corner—and stops, just short of the top of the stairs, as he catches sight of Goro.
... of Goro, who is scrabbling in the middle of the floor, surrounded by every item of clothing he owns. All of which are far too small now, and not made at all for somebody with an eruption of tails that seems to half-fill Leblanc's vast attic.
The claws are the least of it. He has large, mobile, soft-looking ears, and a fox face. And he's glowing. The whole attic is lit up from it, as if sunlight runs in his veins, as well as the gentle halo that shines behind his head.
"Ren," says the apparition—wow, he does look good, doesn't he? Sadly, Goro is harassed. "Help me look. What am I going to wear?"
Fuck that. Ren approaches slowly, so enchanted that he actually mostly forgets about the dick thing. "You would be a tenko," he murmurs. "Look at you." He drops to his knees next to Goro and reaches out to tweak one of his ears, except when he touches it, he forgets he was going to do anything except run his fingers along its soft fur.
The ear is velvet-soft, as soft and as beautiful as it looked. And it's sensitive, too. Goro shivers, and not just from the cold, looking down at Ren with big dark fox eyes.
"You like it?" The moment catches; the scales on Ren's skin gleam, like the horns on his head reflect candle-bright in the glow of... well, the glow of Goro. He reaches up to run his fingers along one, fingers padded and claws held high.
"You could pull off anything," Ren tells him, completely sincere. "Even turning into a fox." He tilts his head, pressing his horn against Goro's hand. He can feel a strange echo of the touch in the place where the horn joins with his skull. It's nice, he decides.
"Hard to make out with you like this, though," he adds pensively. Which also reminds him of his other issue.
And—well, kissing is clearly off the table, but Goro leans down all the same. Just to lick Ren's pulse point with the tip of his tongue. "Yeah. What do you have going on down there?"
Okay, that's weird as hell. Goro thinks about it, trying not to eye Ren over too deliberately, since this is absolutely not the time. "Huh. I guess there's no way to ask if I can take a look, without this turning into a weird hentai anime."
As he thinks about this, despite his best intentions, the ear closest to Ren twitches. Deliciously.
The ear, though. It would be so nice and soft... Ren stares at for another second, mesmerized—and then he goes for it, darting in and closing his new teeth firmly on the edge of Goro's fox ear.
And Goro yelps—not like a boy at all, but like a startled dog, high and yelping as he arches his back. Before he knows it, he's spun in midair, still naked except for his plushlike covering of golden velvet, and made to bring Ren down and pin him.
Ren doesn't even laugh, like he normally would, or try to squirm away. He just lies there, staring up, his pupils slitted in the light Goro emanates.
"I get why I'm a dragon now," he says after a moment. Then he does squirm a little, getting his tail out from under him. He doesn't offer an explanatiom.
His eyes follow the tail, slitted pupils dilating in that same light, gleaming like his sharp teeth gleam. Clawed fingers hold Ren in place, daring him to move. The muscle of his arms looks rather more taut than usual, as he breathes through his teeth, his broad fan of tails erect and arching above them.
"Oh?" he murmurs, allowing Ren enough room for that tail. "Why, so you can bite innocent foxes in their time of need?"
"So I can claim them. And keep them. And burn anyone who comes for them into a pile of ashes." He parts his lips to show Goro what he learned on the way here. A spark of blue-white fire starts to gather behind his teeth; then he closes his mouth again, and it's gone.
"You want to claim me? That's quite the ambition." And, as that spark of flame appears behind Ren's teeth, Goro's eyes dilate the entire rest of the way, because that's also hot as hell. He angles his hips down, down, to press against...
Crap. Nothing there. They were going to investigate Ren's little problem, weren't they? "Maybe we should look into this more closely."
Wisps of flame escape from his mouth as he closes it, harmless to him but emitting heat before they vanish. He and Goro can move on to the other business after this is established.
The flames lap up at him, blue-white; the heat burns on his face. Rather than reply with words, and certainly rather than flinch, he leans in to press his muzzle against Ren's lips, lapping with the tip of his tongue, meeting them with fire of his own. He'll be Ren's forever, as long as Ren is his.
...And after a moment, the flare of possessiveness settles back down again. Ren relaxes against the floor, inasmuch as he can relax given the tail under his back, and his lack of a dick.
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"Uhh. Yeah. Igor took my dick off."
It's not that he doesn't notice the change in Goro's voice. But the other issue seems a little more important.
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He at least has enough pride not to finish the question with, ...for me?
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Very ungracefully, he flops over onto his stomach. "Yes, I'd rip his face off. I'd start with that stupid fucking nose. Are you okay, Ren?"
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Plus, his ass still aches from the tails. "I'll see you soon. Hurry it up."
What is he even going to wear?
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It goes on for a little while, actually. Afterwards, feeling only marginally saner and with a newly sore throat, he shoves on the first clean clothes that come to hand, making a face at the weirdness of getting dressed without a dick. Another minute, and he's armed himself, done some basic shit like brushing his teeth that he never would have done if he was going to see anyone else, and left his apartment.
A little less than five minutes after he hung up, his footsteps sound on the staircase. He turns the corner—and stops, just short of the top of the stairs, as he catches sight of Goro.
"...Wow."
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The claws are the least of it. He has large, mobile, soft-looking ears, and a fox face. And he's glowing. The whole attic is lit up from it, as if sunlight runs in his veins, as well as the gentle halo that shines behind his head.
"Ren," says the apparition—wow, he does look good, doesn't he? Sadly, Goro is harassed. "Help me look. What am I going to wear?"
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"You like it?" The moment catches; the scales on Ren's skin gleam, like the horns on his head reflect candle-bright in the glow of... well, the glow of Goro. He reaches up to run his fingers along one, fingers padded and claws held high.
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"Hard to make out with you like this, though," he adds pensively. Which also reminds him of his other issue.
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As he speaks, his eyes focus on one of Goro's ears. It looks awfully... biteable.
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As he thinks about this, despite his best intentions, the ear closest to Ren twitches. Deliciously.
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The ear, though. It would be so nice and soft... Ren stares at for another second, mesmerized—and then he goes for it, darting in and closing his new teeth firmly on the edge of Goro's fox ear.
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Not hard. Just—knowingly.
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"I get why I'm a dragon now," he says after a moment. Then he does squirm a little, getting his tail out from under him. He doesn't offer an explanatiom.
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"Oh?" he murmurs, allowing Ren enough room for that tail. "Why, so you can bite innocent foxes in their time of need?"
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Crap. Nothing there. They were going to investigate Ren's little problem, weren't they? "Maybe we should look into this more closely."
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Wisps of flame escape from his mouth as he closes it, harmless to him but emitting heat before they vanish. He and Goro can move on to the other business after this is established.
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"Yeah, you can take a look," he says belatedly.
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