#dragomir and philemon

[omnipenne]

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They were close now. Dragomir’s back vibrated from under that thin membrane. The faint outline of wings and the contours of his true self were begging to be revealed.

Philémon’s fingers drew lines over his lover before stopping at his abdomen. He could feel the vibrations of his heart dance with increasing tempo under his fingertips. His antennae unfurled, taking in every sensation of the man under him. Love scents mingled with the fragrance of perfume and pink orchids.

They spread their legs apart, making tentative touches. Their bodies did all the work. Secret messages drummed lightly upon each other and caught in pheromones and movements. A back and forth of teasing.

“I am,” Philémon finally whispered within a kiss.

And so, like a gift, he peeled off his lover’s soiree. Then his skin. It tore apart easily, like tissue paper, revealing patterned exoskeleton underneath. Dragomir shook slightly and stretched out as Philemon freed him from his tight human guise. Wings, like stained glass, quivered with the rhythms of sweet rapture.

Those eyes of his - a myriad of rubies no longer constrained by the small shape of human eyes - they took all of Philémon in. His hands reached out to do the same, to free the other of his skin.

[omni-writes-stuff]

And so, like a gift, he peeled off his lover’s soiree. Then his skin. It tore apart easily, like tissue paper, revealing patterned exoskeleton underneath. Dragomir shook slightly and stretched out as Philemon freed him from his tight human guise. Wings, like stained glass, quivered with the rhythms of sweet rapture.

Those eyes of his, a myriad of rubies no longer constrained by the small shape of human eyes.

Philemon was in awe of his beautiful lover. He saw what he could not have.

Dragomir gently pushed the tears from his emerald eyes. Gentle clicks came from him.

“It's nothing,” Philémon whispered. He repeated it with shaking taps of his fingers.

Dragomir pushed himself up and away, unsure. Afraid he had hurt him somehow. But Philémon pulled him back into him.

“No,” he hugged him tighter. “Stay.”

His antennae brushed against him. Desperation and arousal hung in the air.

They exchanged a few low, intimate clicks.

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A short WIP snippet of another Aberrants-related story that's in the works. This one's about Luca's uncle.