hushed fangs

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/48014668.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: F/M
Fandom: Virtual Streamer Animated Characters
Relationship: Elira Pendora/Yamino Shu
Character: Elira Pendora, Yamino Shu
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Semi-Public Sex, Kissing, Blow Jobs,
Tentacle Dick, Come Swallowing, Soft Femdom, Implied Relationships,
some EN cameos
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2023-06-20 Words: 4,308 Chapters: 1/1

hushed fangs
by TheTacticianMagician

Summary

Elira's eyes momentarily flicker away when their gazes meet, but she gathers
her courage back. ⎾ Can I... ⏌ She looks around before dipping down her
face mask, and then she taps at the hem of his pants and sticks out her tongue a
bit.

Shu is confused. ⎾ ...Huh? ⏌

The girl traces her hand a little more dangerously center, tongue flicking, her
cheeks pink.

He seems to take a bit to quite proccess it, and then his eyes widen and his face
grows hot. ⎾ Wait– you don't mean... E-Elira? ⏌

Wherein Elira has a special little request while on their trip and Shu can't say "no" to that
cute dragon.

Notes

I have to fully admit that my brain went places back when the nijis returned from their big
Japan trip and Shu wrote down every single handy dandy little item he kept in his bag. Said
"places" were exactly this prompt. I may be a bit ashamed of that. (the prompt could have
involved someone else but you know my ymdr brainrot)
Ended up only starting to write this around mid May, a concept that got lucky to leave the
purgatorium of plot bunnies that never get to be fully worked out.
Also this was meant to be shorter/quicker/dirtier but I just can't help making these two be
 sweet and sappy with each other. They're prime "immersive detailed writing therapy"
material.

Hints of background polyEN, other ENs cameo for a bit of shenanigans at the ending bonus
section. And once again, despite this having loose inspiration on irl events, it is not meant
to speculate about anything or reflect reality in any accurate manner, event timelines
included.

See the end of the work for more notes

⎾ Hey. ⏌

Elira leans onto his side, and there's already an unspoken request in that. A hint of bashfulness tails
her tone. If they weren't in public, her headwings would be manifested and doing skittish little
flaps.

Shu walks slower to offer her his full attention. They're trailing well behind on their group, filling a
sort of "older siblings" role to their friends, watching them scatter and reform in volatile ways,
keeping an eye on if they need help. It's not too rare for one of them to need an item that Shu
handily keeps in his spacious bag that continuously awes them for having everything (it's not some
bottomless sorcery gadget, he just plans things well).

Elira's eyes momentarily flicker away when their gazes meet, but she gathers her courage back. ⎾
Can I... ⏌ She looks around before dipping down her face mask (it's white with a blue kitty mouth,
not unlike her draconic smile), and then she taps at the hem of his pants and sticks out her tongue a
bit.

Shu is confused. ⎾ ...Huh? ⏌

The girl traces her hand a little more dangerously center, tongue flicking, her cheeks pink.

He seems to take a bit to quite proccess it, and then his eyes widen and his face grows hot. ⎾
Wait– you don't mean... E-Elira? ⏌

⎾ Yeah? ⏌ She tries to play off her request as something completely normal, fiddles nervously
with the end of his ponytail– but seeing his blushing face over his plain black mask does boost her
confidence. It's just a shame how the human disguise magic mutes the purple and pupil shape of
his eyes into something more "normal", but he's still pretty like this.

⎾ We can, I mean... after we're back... ⏌

⎾ I mean right now. ⏌

Shu seems to almost short-circuit, the poor thing.

Elira's heart is already beating too quick for her to back down now. ⎾ Like... you have your
sorcery aura that discourages approaches and dispels curiosity, right? We just need an empty
bathroom, and... ⏌

Although the boy doesn't really think it's a good idea (and it's hard to think, with her subconscious
pout and the way the starcross of her eyes briefly shows through the human disguise)– he has this
terrible habit of rarely being able to say "no" to his friends.

And especially to her.

。。。

His flames briefly fizzle alive and spark along tile as Elira pushes him against the wall, and it
always feels a bit off, kissing while "human"– but they're alone now, aren't they? No cameras here
unlike in essentially every public spot.

So they let some of their real features through, colors and shapes. Elira's fangs poking him, the
turtly point of his upper lip fitting well into the feline shape of her own.

Furthest back stall, double-check-locked, and it's dim, and the bathroom door is closed at the front.
It's not much of an upgraded place, doesn't have sensor-triggered lights or a sleek look, the dry
counter belying how rarely it gets visited.
Elira kisses Shu through his skittishness, his uncertainty, strokes the wild yellow crest of his hair
that she misses when it has to vanish in his human disguise, sighs as his long nails find gentle
purchase in her shoulders and hair.

Though as nice as this is, as much as she could do this forever and not have complaints– she's not
here to kiss him.

Or, well, she kinda is– but she'll be kissing him somewhere lower.

So when she parts from him, she leans back further, those purple eyes watching her as she pre-
emptively traces her hand down his chest, further down, and her body gradually sinks alongside it.

One wouldn't usually think of Elira as the type to kneel on a floor of this category, delicate young
girl that she might seem, but she's a well lived dragon, has had to slice rock off cliffsides with her
own teeth and claws; this is barely an inconvenience.

She gets to work on his clothing – they aren't supposed to take long in here – and Shu already feels
a little nervous with the exposure of his boxer-briefs, an even sharper hit of this is happening.

Elira taps at his hip to make him look at her, parts her mouth to show her fangs and then how they
withdraw into her gums.

Oh.

She stifles a laugh seeing the subtle dilation of his pupils, thinking "cute", and Shu feels
anticipatory shudders flare under his skin, tries to keep composure as violet claws bring his hem
down, down, revealing the colorful bundle of his bits.

Elira kisses at the shaft, so nice and soft and pliable right now, and his scent here is comforting,
something a bit muted and not-really-human. She likes to start like this, when he's unaroused yet–
when she can so easily shift her lips from the adorably hanging thing to the balls it rests over, or get
to feel the length slowly withdraw from its sheath and stiffen up a little rather than have it already
"ready".

And it's so easy to give it attention when it's small like this, when she can effortlessly stroke once
with her tongue and get from tip to base, feeling it twitch and the thin tip curl in stimulation (and
it's still not a chore when he's fully out either, but he's basically snack-sized right now and she's
hungry).

The sorcerer's eyes are shut, his heart hammering. The nervousness of something public like this
makes each touch of hers feel more intense, and unease mixes with roiling warmth in his stomach,
I need to calm down, it's okay, it's okay.

He feels her hand reach up to take his, to entwine their fingers together. His eyes blink open to look
down and her own greet him in their full natural draconic glory, an encouraging smile attempting to
soothe him.

Gosh, she's so pretty.

Elira takes Shu's other hand, the one white-knuckling his helpful bag, and guides it to her hair. He's
always very undemanding about how he gets taken care of, he doesn't quite have sexual whims the
way she does– but she has been gradually getting him to accept taking a little more control
sometimes, and this is a clear request on her part on top of being a way to ground him.

And so he keeps his hand there even as she lets it go, braces on his thigh again. She keeps eye
contact as she leans back in to kiss his cock, tongue-toys with the line between shaft and sheath to
coax it to come out more, and a gasp has to be bitten down before it can quite come out of his
throat because keeping their eyes locked as she goes down on him is still something that makes
him far too embarrassed to handle.

And she knows that, so she doesn't chide him when his eyes slip shut again over flushed cheeks.
She's a bit shy about that as well, sure, but usually the beauty in her partners' eyes wins over that.
(Not to mention he feels more vulnerable when he's experiencing pleasure like this, and it's so so
endearing.)

Though color this dragon surprised when she feels his hand at her scalp tug a little, earlier than
expected, and guide her to basically bury her face in his crotch. Heat races down Elira's spine at
this, at the way his dick pries into her mouth and she accepts it more than graciously (in the
corteous sense of the word, because it's certainly a sloppy motion and not graceful at all).

Shu's breath hitches so nice, a sound that'd be such a pretty moan if they could safely make noise,
but it's a sacrifice Elira's willing to make to have this heat in her mouth, comforting and smooth.
She feels the length extend past her lips, sliding out of its sheath to fill the space over her tongue,
and her headwings flutter at the sensation.
Even though they have done it many times, Shu's still starstruck about it, dizzy when he feels the
heat of her mouth, when he looks and sees her nose poking onto his sheath base, her pretty-scaled
hand tucking cropped sky-blue hair behind a cutely pointed ear, her starcross eyes of turquoise and
pink-hued white flickering up to send him a gaze of devotion and anticipation. It's so much, he
feels so lucky still , to have someone like her in his life and on her knees for him, even if a dark
stall in a public bathroom is not how he wants to do this.

And his eyes flutter when she gives a starting suckle, just a gentle premonition before she goes full
in, her lashes brushing ever so faintly on his sensitive groin as she closes her eyes to focus.

Shu's good at keeping quiet (Elira wishes he were worse at that, but it does make it more rewarding
to make him lose control of his voice), breaths more strained now, frequent, and there's something
spine-tingling about the harmony of those along with the faint slick sounds of the girl working her
mouth on him. She's trying to be quiet about it too, but not slow. They can't dawdle too much.

As much as Shu likes her fangs, they're so her and he loves her– Elira's smooth gums are
something else. His cock can move around freely in her mouth like that, she can even "bite down"
on him without causing pain, and it's such an easy glide, it feels so good when she puts the fake-
bite near his base and sucks , that Shu almost doubles over trying to hold back a series of low
moans.

Elira enjoys that a lot, feeling his tentacley shape twitch, his precum dribble over her tongue,
swallowing around him and feeling him squeeze their joined hands and half-fail to keep back a
whimper. He's not heavy in her mouth, doesn't stretch it, can't block her throat, his tip can play with
her tongue in stimulative motions; giving him head is such a nice activity for her, even before
counting the best part which is making him feel really really good.

It's always been a win-win, really, and she wouldn't be so boldly asking for it right now if she didn't
absolutely love it.

Shu drifts his hand to a headwing and Elira moans a little, muffled on his shaft, as his claws softly
stroke the feathering. It feels so nice when he does that, his familiarity with the appendages and
nail shape letting him sneak under fluffy down and give her sensitive scrapes that make her eyes
start to roll back.

Her head starts motioning slightly back and forth and he sighs strained, pleasure building up.
Elira's glad it's not so dim in here for her eyes so she can see how flushed he is, how cute he looks
trying to hold back expressions so much. She draws back until only his tip is in her mouth, laps at
the slick pre drooling from it – a flavor she can't explain why she just enjoys , if it's always been
like that or if she just grew to like it because it's him – and then sinks back again, silent, effective.

And then Shu's hand switches from its spot on her headwing back to her hair, bunches up a bit of
the smooth shorter cut, and that already sends a tingle down Elira's spine. She stills for a moment
in anticipation, and then his hips cant forward just the slightest bit. She licks at him encouragingly,
and he stifles an endearing noise as he moves a little again, until he's doing the most subdued and
soft and shallow set of humps into her mouth.

Soft enough to hardly make any noise– which is the purpose.

Elira lets him set that pace and focuses on sealing her mouth well around him, sucking as he slides
nice and smooth into her fangless mouth, little mm mm mmms muffled around his shape.

Shu's getting close, his breaths heavier and harder to keep quiet, the sight of Elira kneeling for him
like that and making these little sighs that come out all stifled because her mouth is busy with his
cock simply knocking every coherent thought out of his mind. Sometimes he loses himself a little
and ends up thrusting slightly faster or harder and it draws out a louder, embarrassing slick noise,
and he has to re-focus to make it as noiseless as possible.

Elira knows he's close too, he never takes too long– even though the sheer nerves and focus on
being quiet in a situation like this must be holding him back. She can tell in the way he pulses more
in her mouth, leaks even more, the tremble of his thigh under her palm, how his entwined grip on
her other hand grasps tense.

As much as the dragon enjoys the proccess, loves using her mouth, be it for singing or having a
nice comfy time going down on someone... she wants it. Wants his release spilling in, creamy and
full of his delight, even if that means they have to stop just after– as tempting as it could be to
overstimulate him into a total mess in a public spot, that's just a terrible idea.

So Elira has her expectations set, his subdued thrusting more erratic, legs shifting a little, she's
ready–

And then there's a sound of the bathroom door opening and they both freeze.

The "do not disturb" spell Shu has is more of a suggestion; it makes people seem to naturally lose
interest in a location and quickly forget about it, but it doesn't force anything.

And at least one of the "intruders" is certainly annoyed enough that the spell was not sufficient to
keep her back, her chatter loud and echoey about how her makeup got messed up.

The hidden couple dare not make a sound, though they're relieved the visitors aren't any of their
friends, judging by their unknown voices. Elira peers up at her boyfriend, and there's certainly
something that makes her feel some kinda way about just kneeling there with him stuffed in her
mouth, doing nothing else other than feeling his pre pool onto her tongue. Hyper-aware of each
throb in the stillness. It gets heat blossoming within her despite the silly simplicity of it, the
intimacy given focus.

Shu can't hold her gaze for long at all, feeling extra embarrassed now that they aren't alone, and
he's so tense, he was so close to coming– the abrupt halt of stimulation almost made him want to
cry out.

Elira has so much power here. She could be mean if she wanted, make it harder for him to keep
quiet. Those arguing girls back-and-forthing about whether water will ruin the makeup further or
fix it, the running sink, surely they won't hear it if Shu makes a little noise, right?

But as much as she wants to flick her tongue or maybe softly rub her thumb onto his sac, she can
never bring herself to be too mean with him. He's already being such a good boy letting her do this,
setting up the spell, keeping his voice down.

Though it certainly tickles her low to imagine how he'd be if she tried to make him finish right
now. His body curling in on itself, unbearably tense with the effort to not make noise, digging grips
on her–

But by the time the thought runs a lap in her head, the girls have already left.

Shu lets out a breath he'd unwittingly been holding, softly stroking Elira's hair to thank her for not
trying anything. She swallows up the saliva and pre that had been gathering in her still mouth,
swallows onto him in turn, and kitten-licks the bottom of his dick to ease him back into the
stimulation. Shu wasn't ready enough and can't hold back a small whimper, the sound pleasant-
tingling on her headwings and making their curved ends curl up further.

Elira's free hand draws further in, cupping his sac and carefully pressing as if to coax it to empty
out. She then looks up at him, a request in her eyes, one hand bracing back on his thigh, the other
squeezing his own. Anticipation.

He's too worked up now for bashfulness to quite show throw his half-lidded gaze, a heavy swallow
before his fingers tighten on her hair, the back of her scalp tingling, yes – and his hips shift into her
again, slow-humping her face to rebuild his climb.

If she could have her tail out it would be delightedly lashing in the constrained space. It feels nice
to have her mouth rubbed into like this, to have her focus reduced to his taste and scent and the
subdued breaths he's letting out, just the faintest hints of gasps and moans as his soft voice attempts
to hold itself back. She's a simple dragon.

Elira can only imagine how it might be if someday he's off-the-rails enough to outright fuck her
face. She might go insane.

Shu grips harder on their joined hands, whether a deliberate attempt to warn her or as a natural
reaction of his body– his slight humps come to a stop, a few shudders crossing his tense form, and
his hair-grip presses her tighter down on his crotch, making her eyes flutter as she very softly
croons around him. He lets out an "ah–" that cuts off breathlessly as Elira feels the expected burst
of creamy fluid, letting it paint the back of her mouth before starting to slowly swallow it.

The sorcerer's breaths are strained, his fingers absentmindedly petting her hair, trembles translating
through to her scalp as she gives a suck on this side of gentle just to coax any last bits out. Despite
the place, time– there's a magic in it still, in being connected like this, the world reduced to this
moment.

But the moment is sort-of-over, and although Elira wants to stretch this out a little, keep him in her
mouth until he shrinks back soft, they've been here enough time to probably draw up suspicion
from their friends.

The dragon pops him out of her mouth, gives the golden tip a little parting lick, and promptly tugs
on their hand grip to help herself stand. She's rummaging into his bag before he's even really come
down from the climax, blinking dazedly as she gets a wet wipe and starts very gently cleaning up
his bits.

Shu softly hisses at the sensation on his orgasm-tender skin, cock twitching from sensitivity, but
Elira's swift enough about it, not even letting him take over the task before tossing the tissue away.

Not done with his bag, she brings out his mints and pops one into her mouth to mask any flavor or
scent that might be left over from going down on her sorcerer boyfriend; maybe an over-caution,
but might as well. She'd given this ordeal some thought and planning beforehand.
They still have to be quiet for a bit, all wordless motions and looks as Shu fixes his clothes and the
disguise magic mutes their original features again. Elira leans up to sweetly peck him on the lips
before they get their masks back on.

It's certainly bizarre, when they walk out the stall and their reflections seem sufficiently composed
in the large mirrors; Elira combs over the spots where her headwings had been, Shu undoes and
redoes his ponytail, and they'd been subdued enough with the touching that their clothes weren't a
mess.

The nervousness refreshes, though– now that it's done and their minds aren't so clouded over, self-
consciousness slips in again, their faces staying a healthy pink. Elira's still feeling the phantom
sensation of him in her mouth, cozy and comforting but also very much distracting, and Shu is
certainly feeling similarly, the after-sensations tingling low on his body making his ears burn.

They really just did all that, huh. Out here.

⎾ Are you ready to go back? ⏌ Elira asks.

Shu seems to think on it for a whole three seconds before quick-nodding. The surrounding spell
then starts to wane as the boy re-focuses the weakened magic to bind onto himself instead of the
location.

They send a last look over the mirror – nothing out of place, just two eccentric humans now – and
walk outside, the very few passerbies not sparing even a glance. Nice.

Elira leans slightly onto her partner's shoulder, smiling under her mask. ⎾ ごちそうさまでし
た。 ⏌

Her smile widens with a tiny giggle as Shu groans, doing an embarrassed eyeroll. ⎾ Please... ⏌

⎾ I may be cringe but I am free. ⏌

。。。
(bonus shenanigans section!)

If anyone among their friends believes anything is amiss, they don't voice it; they were scattered
enough as a group that only very few were even informed Elira and Shu were going off
somewhere, and welcomed the two back casually. There may or may not have been a side-eye from
Mysta, and Uki looked like he wanted to offer some comment, but a faint smile promised he'd save
it for later.

Overall, not an issue. Some seemed oblivious to begin with, doing their own things, and the duo
were highly trusted; there's no way they'd ever try something worth worrying about, nuh-uh.
Which was great, because neither dragon nor sorcerer were good liars and would shrivel if actually
sussed out.

At least Uki helps them with engaging conversation to ease off self-consciousness, mentioning
how Yua might be free for dinner later, that Rosemi's been looking for shoes and is letting them
suggest which, that they're scouting a donation place for this huge plushie Yugo won at the claw
machine that won't feasibly fit in anyone's luggage.

And Petra walks out of a nearby manga and doujin store; the shop was no "Animate", but it still
had a respectable amount of indie titles and literary collections. Seeing the girl's normal human
pace rather than a semi-waddle still feels weird.

⎾ Oh, you're here. ⏌ Petra is focused on Elira. ⎾ Fanta said for you to meet her when you
returned, back in there. ⏌

Although yes, "Fanta" was Reimu's codename for public outings and an obvious shortening of
"Fantasma", and they were allegedly used to it, that could only be mostly true; their urge to smile
as they automatically thought of the fizzy drink instead was too great.

⎾ No problem. You done looking? ⏌ Elira inquires.

⎾ I'm just a tour guide at this point. Already seen everything from these parts, you know. ⏌

The dragon then looks over at Shu. ⎾ You wanna tag along? ⏌
There is a ninety-nine percent chance she and Reimu are going to leaf through BL booklets for an
eternity, and although it's not exactly his thing, the sorcerer nods. Elira is super cute when she's
engaging with content she's a fan of.

And surely enough, when they're inside, the disguised ghost is tucked away in further back
corridors already holding attention-catching titles and greeting them with a quiet voice (those could
still give them away, after all).

Not too long into the store trekking, though, Elira notices Shu exhuding some unease, fidgeting a
bit.

She hands Reimu some manga for the girl to place it back where she'd found it, turning to the
sorcerer when they are alone again. ⎾ If you're anxious, you can go outside the store, let your
mask down a bit. I can carry the bags. ⏌

Shu draws back before she can pick up the loose book bag. ⎾ No, it's not that... ⏌

⎾ Then...? ⏌

He hesitates, shyness keeping his eyes averted. ⎾ I... should have actually used the bathroom back
when we were there... ⏌

Elira ends up unwittingly smiling. ⎾ Aww... I think they could get a little sus of us if you
"apparently" need to go again so soon, though. ⏌

⎾ I thought that too, but... ⏌ The boy trails off in a way that reflects his inconclusive thoughts.

Maybe he'd thought of it back then but was too shy, or perhaps his head was stuffed so full of her
that it legitimately slipped his mind. Either way, Elira feels endeared by it. Too cute .

She steps closer, voice quieter. ⎾ You can be good and hold it for me, can't you? Another thirty
minutes at least? ⏌
 Shu's face blooms red and he nods, though it's shaky, like just the thought of having to hold it for at
least that much longer makes him squirm more.

Elira gives a swift nuzzle to his jaw, the most she can properly do with both of them wearing
masks, but she just really wants to kiss him. Letting her suck his dick in public and now this too?
He's such an obedient boyfriend.

⎾ Here, you can have my hand if you need something to squeeze on to keep your mind off it. ⏌
Elira takes a hold of his hand, encouragingly.

⎾ Wow. The rizz. ⏌ Shu seems less sure of the idea, though he still can't resist returning the grip.
⎾ Won't it just make it harder for you to look at the manga? ⏌

⎾ We can figure that out. ⏌ It doesn't escape her how this hand-holding is with the same hands
they'd held throughout her going down on him, her right and his left, and she sure wishes she had a
faulty perception right about now because she's gonna blush recalling that, please, spare me–

The returning Reimu is swift to note the minor change, sending them a look. ⎾ Gross. ⏌

Elira wastes no time in reaching out her other hand, simply holding it out as an offer.

The ghost's expression shifts immediately. ⎾ Oh, shit. Okay, I take it back. ⏌ her bony fingers
accept the offered hand with little hesitation.

⎾ The riiizz. ⏌ Shu echoes.

Elira stifles a cackle.

Well, it is true that Shu bends to her easily, but to be fair, when it comes to Elira, most of their
friends do too.

End Notes
 other ymdr shippers keep making super wholesome content and i'm out here just (꒪꒳꒪;) i
have to feed myself okay,,

Happy Pride Month to these queer poly messes (and everyone else too)

______________________________________________________
⎸ my twitter for creative updates and contact and stuff ⎸
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔

Please drop by the archive and comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!