[Yes, that's it. There's a moment of alarm, but when he realizes it's the good kind of tension, the Psiioniic just smirks and nuzzles up against the bulge stroking his face. His tongue flicks against it before he wraps his lips around the width, giving a little suck. Less precise now, his psionics just lap against Dualscar's gills like waves on a beach, and his fingers begin to trace down on the inside of his thighs.]
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