[Dualscar draws in a sharp, wavering breath, and his hands, recently relaxed, clamp down on the Psiioniic's shoulders again. He's not gripping him because it hurts or because he's afraid; he's gripping him because that feels incredible.]
[His bulge, moving of its own accord and so hard it almost hurts, curls up against the Psiioniic's cheek, its tip brushing across the skin under his eye.]
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[Dualscar draws in a sharp, wavering breath, and his hands, recently relaxed, clamp down on the Psiioniic's shoulders again. He's not gripping him because it hurts or because he's afraid; he's gripping him because that feels incredible.]
[His bulge, moving of its own accord and so hard it almost hurts, curls up against the Psiioniic's cheek, its tip brushing across the skin under his eye.]