Fairytail Love

Chapter 22

Ernest took a deep breath before he raised his hand to the doorknob. Be nice, be nice, be nice.

"Tino? I'm coming in." He went into the room, shut the door, and wiped his hand off his sleeve once it closed. Why was the room so...so...so something?

The sheets on the bed were tattered and ripped apart, but not necessarily in disarray. It seemed like the rips were on purpose, as the actual bed and headboard were perfectly intact. He stepped over the thrown-about clothes and kept an eye out. He could feel the eyes on him, the eyes burning into every side of him.

"Come on Lizard, is it your time of the month?"

He felt a hand flash up to grab the back of his neck, and against his better judgment, he let it. He was pressed against a bookshelf, the other person was growling and snapping at him. He turned around in the hold of the beast to face it.

"Is this why you've been held up in this room? Going through a doggy rut?" Ernest's words had a bite to them, eyes taking in Tino's distressed form. His hair was tussled and all over the place, he was completely naked and those familiar scales were primed all over his skin. His eyes were burning a hole into Ernest's sleeves, nose twitching as he tried to get a better smell.

"I've been giving you liberties but take your hand off of me." Although Tino wasn't perfectly in his right mind, he was enough. He shakily let go of Ernest, unable to hold in a guttural moan.

"A-Ayan?" He could smell him all over Ernest's clothes, its what made him snap.

"I just left him. You did too. I'm sure you didn't know but leaving your partner for an extended period of time has effects. It's part of the binding."

Tino looked up, his confusion was evident. He could feel the sweat dripping down the back of his neck as he tried to hold his composure. Binding...? Binding?

"I'll leave you to hump your bed, wanted to make sure you were still alive."

Ernest turned to leave, but before he could even take a step, Tino's hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. "No, don't go." His voice was low and guttural, his eyes burning with a primal desire. Ernest could feel the heat radiating off of Tino's body, the scales on his skin glistening with sweat. "P-Please, help me..."

Ernest scoffed then glanced outside the window, it was nearing one. They had a few more hours before Ayan would awake but he didn't want to chance it. "I don't need your company, but Ayan does. Dress yourself and come. I've seen you naked more times than I like."

Tino's grip on Ernest's wrist tightened briefly before he nodded, his body visibly relaxing as the haze of his primal instincts began to clear. With a heavy sigh, he slumped to the floor, his legs giving out beneath him. He looked up at Ernest with a mix of embarrassment and desperation, his tail thumping against the floorboards.

As Tino fumbled through the scattered pile of clothes, trying to find something that wasn't torn to shreds, Ernest rolled his eyes and turned his back, allowing the man some semblance of privacy. The room remained tense, filled with the scent of Tino's arousal and the palpable awkwardness of the situation. Within moments, the sound of fabric rustling filled the space, and Tino's breathing began to even out. "Okay," he finally said, his voice a little more like his own.

They made their way out of the room, Tino avoiding eye contact as they headed down the hallway. Neither cared about the people in the halls for very different reasons. Ernest had a general tendency to not care for others while Tino's head was fogged up with a million visions of Ayan bent over the royal throne, taking, and taking, and taking it. Over and over again...

Finally, they arrived at Ayan's door, and Tino took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. The soft light from the hallway spilled into the room, illuminating the figure of their sleeping partner, sprawled out on the bed, oblivious to the issue at hand.

Ernest closed the door behind them, eyes quickly focusing on Ayan. He was still lounged on the bed, breaths shallow but steady.

"Go touch him."

"W-What?"

"Go. Touch. Him."

Tino hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between Ernest and the sleeping form of Ayan. He wanted to touch Ayan, of course! He wanted to do the most disgusting and filthy things to Ayan...but he wanted to do them with his consent. Not while he was sleeping.

With a grumble, he stumbled over to the bed, his movements awkward and jerky. He reached out tentatively, his hand hovering over Ayan's bare shoulder before finally making contact. The moment his scales brushed against the soft skin, a sense of relief washed over him, and a bit of the primal haze lifted.

"Oh..." The man nuzzled into the other. The heat of their bodies ironically making him cooler, and calmer. One of Ayan's hands weekly rose and entwined with Tino's hair. Was he already waking up, Ernst thought to himself. He could've sworn his poison was a lot stronger than that.

"M' sorry, m' sorry..." Tino muttered softly before Kissing Ayan. It was sloppy, full of saliva, but ever so passionate. Ayan reciprocated in a dusty haze, his eyes opening slowly. Both hands entwined in Tino's hair. 

Tino's hands slid down to his shoulders, his grip unsure. He pulled him closer, their bodies aligning awkwardly. Ayan's hands found his back, his fingers digging into his shirt as he tried to steady herself. They broke apart for a moment, both breathing heavily. Only looking away from one another when Ernst said something.

"God, you're making me jealous. I didn't know this was going to turn into a makeout session." He mumbled in aggravation. He was never good at masking his annoyance or jealousy. Ayan let out a small giggle and motioned for Ernest to move forward, Tinos face buried into his neck.

Ernest begrudgingly lay beside the pair, his jealousy only weakening when Ayan kissed him too. unlike Tino, Ernest knew how to kiss. Taking control and leaving Ayan whimpering.

"W-Wait, let's stop for now. I-I want-"

"Your first time to be special, of course. Just rest, you both need it." Ernest pressed his hand to both of their foreheads, his temperature soothed them both until they drifted off to sleep. He sat up and ran a hand through his hair. How would a relationship like this even work...?

He supposed he would have to start liking the lizard as well...

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I didn't know how to end this but I WANTED to get something out so enjoy! Point out my many many errors!