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Prisonstuck IX

[By this point, it's been a few weeks since he's been with Dualscar, and he's adjusted to it. The seadweller doesn't always stay at the hive, which is understandable. Someone of his caste is expected to stay busy. Each time he returns, the Psiioniic nearly clings to him, wanting to hear news- or even lack of it- concerning his three friends.]

[Besides that, on his own, the Psiioniic mostly sticks to the library. Occasionally he explores the large hive again, wondering if anything has changed. It's a calm routine. For someone like him, it nearly feels unnatural.]

[...Which is quite possibly one reason explaining why, one night, he manages to get a hold of yellow dye and interrupts a drone on laundry duty. The next night, and it's done.]

[A bored rebel psionic was a disaster just waiting.]

[By now, he's stayed in the kitchen, idly chattering at his drone as he watches the kitchen worker make breakfast. It's almost like he's entirely forgotten about his little prank.]

[Which he hasn't, but he needs something to do to pass the time until it's discovered.]

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I jutht did too much before. It'll get over it with a little time.

[Amused, the Psiioniic continues to stroke the drone's head but doesn't take his eyes off of Dualscar. The energy begins to lazily curl around one knee before arching down to the other. It's light and fleeting against the inside of Dualscar's thigh.]

We never did finith latht time, you know.

[Dualscar watches the light flicker across his thighs, and damn if he isn't opening his legs further. Once again, it crosses his mind about how he should be scared, but somehow just... isn't.]

I remember.

[He glances up, meeting the Psiioniic's eyes.]

Do you... wwant to try again?

[Turning back to the drone, the Psiioniic leans his head down and nudges his head against its own. A few clicks and pets, and the drone is on shaky feet, trotting towards the exit. As it leaves, the Psiioniic begins to crawl back towards Dualscar. His psionics aren't idle; they stroke along the fin on his back and pet the side of his face, indulgent and gentle.]

Would you be ready for it thith time?

[Dualscar almost answers immediately--yes, yes, yes!--but he forces his words down and really thinks about it.]

I think... if you wwent sloww and... and gave me time.... yeah. Yeah, I think I'm ready.

[This time, it's the Psiioniic's real hand that traces against Dualscar's jaw. He kisses him softly and rests their foreheads together. Slow. He can do that. He can do that easily.]

Undreth me firtht, then. Feel free to touch me. If it hurtsth, I'll thtop you, alright?

Uh... okay.

[Dualscar reaches up, his hands shaking just a little, and takes hold of the Psiioniic's tunic, near the collar. He carefully undoes the buttons, the pads of his fingers brushing over smooth gray skin, and his breath quickens in his chest.]

You're... you're so comfortable being naked.

[Is that just the slightest wistful hint in his voice? Nah, probably your imagination.]

I'm jutht uthed to it. You can't afford to be timid when you thare a hive and a recuperacoon, or are traveling all the time.

[There's just a slight shiver as he feels those fingers brush against his skin, and he lightly touches Dualscar's fin with his own.]

You're doing good, 22. You're good.

[Dualscar smirks, just a little, and leans in to kiss the Psiioniic's neck.]

You haven't seen anything yet.

[Emboldened by the compliment, he slides one hand into the Psiioniic's tunic, ghosting his hand over the other troll's chest.]

Oh yeah?

[Adjusting his grip, the Psiioniic arches against that touch and smirks back, eyes half lidded and dimly glowing.]

Tho thow me. Thow me what you can do, 22.

[Laughing softly, he begins to kneed at Dualscar's shoulders.]

[Whoah... laughter. And it's not mean or condescending or the result of some impressive blood splatter. Just genuine, friendly laughter.]

[Dualscar presses his face into the side of the Psiioniic's neck again, breathing deep the scent of the other troll, then licks him, working his tongue over the thin, delicate skin. He remembers biting there before, but now he's just working at it with his lips and tongue. He has to check himself a couple times, when he starts getting more excited and is tempted to bite, but he resists. No hurting this time, he's playing nice.]

[The Psiioniic's tunic doesn't fare quite so well, though, and Dualscar rips it open when one of the buttons doesn't pop free fast enough to suit him.]

[Being treated with that tongue so softly and smoothly over his skin makes the Psiioniic press even closer. It's a wonder that Dualscar can keep his hand on his chest still. Such contact is wonderful, and sorely missed.]

[What isn't missed is the sound of his clothing being torn through. Instead of staying languid and twitching ever closer towards the seadweller's body, he freezes at the sound, fingers utterly still against his shoulders. Unbidden, another memory lurks just barely in reach. Wrists pulled up past his head, a cold wall at his back, a similar and different touch against his chest, tearing through his shirt-]

[The Psiioniic stays very still and just keeps his face pressed against Dualscar's hair.]

[To his credit, Dualscar picks up on the change in the Psiioniic's demeanor, and stops what he's doing. Why is he freezing like that? Why did the crackling energy suddenly waver? Why... oh.]

Shit.

[He keeps his face hidden, but slowly, cautiously moves his hands, taking them off the other troll's chest and wrapping his arms loosely around his waist.]

I'm sorry, I forgot, I... fuck.

It'sth alright.

[No, it's not, not really. The memory still scrapes against his mind, unpleasant and leaving a foul taste on his tongue like blood. It's a reassurance to be held instead of felt, and the Psiioniic wraps his arms around Dualscar's neck. The hands around his waist are treated to that soft energy again, a gentle pressure.]

I'm alright. You can keep going.

[If they stop now, who knows when they'll get another chance?]

[Dualscar wants to protest. The Psiioniic is not all right, he's acting the exact same way that he, Dualscar, acted before, when they started getting intimate. Rather than go after his clothing again, Dualscar just curls his arms tighter, holding on to the other troll. He remembers... he remembers how badly he once wanted someone to hold on to, the way he cried for the familiarity of a warm, white whale body. He can remember that.]

Wwhy don't... wwhy don't wwe do it at the same time?

[He reaches up with one hand and undoes the clasp holding his cape on, letting it droop off one shoulder, before slipping that hand into the Psiioniic's hair.]

[So there can be some sweetness underneath all that douchebaggery after all. The suggestion makes the Psiioniic shift in Dualscar's lap so that he can kiss along one scar on his face before he leans into the hand on his head.]

Yeah. Okay. [A small, hesitant smile.] Yeah.

[Nearly electric energy flickers over the cape before letting it slide the rest of the way off. The Psiioniic's hands move down over Dualscar's shoulders and rub against his chest, fingers teasing at his shirt.]

[Yeah, it's news to Dualscar too. Who even knew he was capable of being a nice guy? Seems he just needed someone to bring it out in him.]

[He arches into the Psiioniic's hand, and his back fin quivers as his cape slides over it on its way to the floor. He moves the hand on the other troll's head until he's cupping one pair of horns, gently rubbing them between his fingers. He makes no move towards the Psiioniic's clothes. It's occurred to him that he's not the only fragile one here, and he's not going to make another move until his partner takes off some of his own clothing.]

[A soft sigh shudders out from the Psiioniic's throat. Another soft kiss against Dualscar's lips, and then he's slowly rolling his shirt up his torso, making it so that his hands are beneath and touching skin. That leaves the fabric to bunch up against his wrists until it's at the point where he needs to tug it over Dualscar's head.]

[Moving slow and shy, Dualscar lifts his arms above his head, so the Psiioniic can easily pull his shirt off. He tucks his fins in close, out of harm's way, and looks at the Psiioniic with open, trusting purple eyes, waiting patiently.]

[That look could kill him more than any weapon could. With the shirt dropping to the floor to join the cape, the Psiioniic's hands are free to run against Dualscar's bare chest, dropping down to his sides. Carefully, he runs the tips of his fingers against his gill, and he leans in to kiss the side of his jaw.]

I'm alright.

[Another reassurance.]

[Dualscar shivers as the Psiioniic touches him, as he runs his hands over the old scars that crisscross his torso. He tilts his head up, giving the Psiioniic more room to kiss his jaw, before ducking down again and planting a shy, gentle little kiss on the other troll's cheekbone. His gill flares open under the Psiioniic's touch, purple filaments exposed.]

Mmmmm... okay.

[In concious imitation of the other, Dualscar slides his hands under his tunic, running his palms along the Psiioniic's ribs and chest.]

[Scars are something they share, then. More are on the Psiioniic's back than his front, but it's not completely untouched. He sighs at the touches, letting his eyes slip shut. Wary of his own claws, he's careful as he begins to explore the open gills, just barely daring to brush against those filaments. He's greatly curious about them, just like he was curious about the fins once he started to care for the other. Can he make him feel good with these strange, foreign things?]

[Dualscar's hands stop what they're doing, and he groans as the Psiioniic's fingers brush his gills. They flare open further, more of their filaments exposed, and Dualscar tilts into the caresses, leaning his forehead down on the Psiioniic's shoulder and breathing in ragged gasps through his mouth.]

[Yeah... yeah, the Psiioniic can definitely make him feel good by touching his gills.]

[Good to know. Very good to know.]

[Pausing only briefly at the reaction, the Psiioniic smirks and turns his head so he can slip his tongues out. They drag slowly against Dualscar's fin, just like his fingers do against the filaments. His other hand goes down to the opposite fins, and he repeats both motions, licking along the edge of one fin while his fingertips drag so softly against his gills.]

You like that, don't you, 22? Why don't you moan for me thome more?

[The words are crooned out encouragingly.]

Mmmmph...

[Dualscar isn't quite sure what to do! The Psiioniic is asking him to moan, acting like he really enjoys hearing it, but every instinct Dualscar has tells him that moaning during pailing is a good way to get himself clawed up.]

[But no. No, the Psiioniic won't do that to him. He has to trust him, he has to believe him when he says he doesn't want to hurt him. And those fingertips in his gills feel amazing...]

[Dualscar bites his lower lip, his fins arcing into the Psiioniic's hands.]

Aaaaaah.... yeah, that... keep doin' that...

Good, 22. Really good.

[With Dualscar, Psiioniic knows that this is one troll that needs all the encouragement he could get. So he purrs and kisses him on the fins again. All pleasure, no pain. And he plans to up that tenfold.]

[This whole event happened because of his powers, after all.]

[As he continues to toy with Dualscar's gills, a new change is added as his fingers begin to stroke him again. Following his fingertips are the slightest darting bolts of psionic energy. They follow his fingers like a skipping stone against the surface of water, only instead of leaving behind ripples, they leave behind that same energy sinking into each individual filament- warm and pleasurable.]

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