[Of course they were onto something, Dualscar. No one does this for so long for no reason at all.]
[Those sounds are better than music, and the Psiioniic's lips are curled into a satisfied smirk as he twists his split tongues around Dualscar's bulge. Best he can without pulling away, he nudges into that hand gripping his horns, delighted at the pressure, the knowledge that Dualscar needs to hold onto him. As his tongues work and massage at Dualscar's bulge, he begins to take in more and more of it. His fingers are brushing and teasing at his nook. If there's one thing he wants more of, it's those sounds.]
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[Those sounds are better than music, and the Psiioniic's lips are curled into a satisfied smirk as he twists his split tongues around Dualscar's bulge. Best he can without pulling away, he nudges into that hand gripping his horns, delighted at the pressure, the knowledge that Dualscar needs to hold onto him. As his tongues work and massage at Dualscar's bulge, he begins to take in more and more of it. His fingers are brushing and teasing at his nook. If there's one thing he wants more of, it's those sounds.]