[Oh yesssss. Connected like they are, that rumbling noise reverberates between them, and the Psiioniic makes a keening delighted noise in the depths of his throat. It only gets louder when Dualscar toys with his tongues. Psychic energy fairly dances across the curves of those lightning horns before traveling down across his neck, along his fins. ]
[Pleased like he is, of course he wouldn't stop those hands on his hips. Dualscar is doing good, so good, and the Psiioniic kneads at his well built chest. He could get used to feeling this chest up.]
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[Pleased like he is, of course he wouldn't stop those hands on his hips. Dualscar is doing good, so good, and the Psiioniic kneads at his well built chest. He could get used to feeling this chest up.]