[Being treated with that tongue so softly and smoothly over his skin makes the Psiioniic press even closer. It's a wonder that Dualscar can keep his hand on his chest still. Such contact is wonderful, and sorely missed.]
[What isn't missed is the sound of his clothing being torn through. Instead of staying languid and twitching ever closer towards the seadweller's body, he freezes at the sound, fingers utterly still against his shoulders. Unbidden, another memory lurks just barely in reach. Wrists pulled up past his head, a cold wall at his back, a similar and different touch against his chest, tearing through his shirt-]
[The Psiioniic stays very still and just keeps his face pressed against Dualscar's hair.]
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[What isn't missed is the sound of his clothing being torn through. Instead of staying languid and twitching ever closer towards the seadweller's body, he freezes at the sound, fingers utterly still against his shoulders. Unbidden, another memory lurks just barely in reach. Wrists pulled up past his head, a cold wall at his back, a similar and different touch against his chest, tearing through his shirt-]
[The Psiioniic stays very still and just keeps his face pressed against Dualscar's hair.]