[Individually, the actions would worry him. Combined, the Psiioniic can tell that things are still alright, still under control. Dualscar is still doing alright- doing wonderfully, if the way his bulge presses down against his tongues and against his cheeks is any indication. Careful with his teeth, he gives another suck, taking in as much of that bulge as he can until it's against the back of his throat and he has to bend his back just to be comfortable. Weakly, his tongues twist and press against the intrusion in his mouth. With them a bit trapped, the Psiioniic moves onto the next best thing, humming against the flesh. With Dualscar's hips pressing up against him, he slips one finger inside of his nook, slow and steady. They'll make it through yet.]
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