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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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[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.]

Oh, cod...

[Dualscar almost sobs into the Psiioniic's shoulder as that heat penetrates his gills. Being hatched and raised in the far north, he's used to only using them in frigid, icy waters, and they're very, very sensitive to heat.]

Oh cod, yes, don't stop that, don't glubbin' stop...

[He puts his arms around the Psiioniic's neck and holds on tight, his hips shifting forwards, thrusting upwards towards the troll on his lap.]

[A pleased sigh escapes him as he feels Dualscar move up against him, and he repeats the same little trick, eyes bright. He moves his hips down against his partner's in return. He has his own needs, after all, and he'll make sure they're attended to.]

No worrieth about that, 22. No worrieth at all.

[The Psiioniic nudges the side of Dualscar's head even as he presses against him further, trying to get him to lay down. The energy is beginning to flicker and connect, dropping down to ghost over Dualscar's hips even as his gills are continuously teased at.]

Hnnnng...

[Dualscar buries one hand in the Psiioniic's hair, getting a good handful of it and tugging gently, his head rocking back as that energy keeps traveling up and down his gills. He presses forward one last time, pushing his chest right up against the Psiioniic's, before he rocks backwards, onto his elbows. He keeps his grip on the other troll, though, trying to pull him down on top of him.]

[That's just how he likes it, as a matter of fact, and there's another soft, pleased laugh against Dualscar's hair as they go down to the ground. Shifting his head despite the hand in his hair, he presses his lips against Dualscar's, trying to work his lips open. A part of him wants to direct his psionics down between Dualscar's legs, push them open and tease that more obvious place, but he doesn't dare. ]

[Slow. That's how they're doing it.]

[So he sticks to kissing and teasing those gills, even as something seems to wrap around Dualscar's hand and guides it down to the Psiioniic's pants. They're getting a bit restricting...]

[It's probably for the best that the Psiioniic doesn't do any lightshows in Dualscar's pants quite yet. There will be time for that, certainly, but not just now. Later, when he's more comfortable.]

[Dualscar parts his lips, letting the Psiioniic's split tongue into his mouth, teasing it with his own. And let there never be any doubt... Dualscar is good with his tongue.]

[He laughs quietly as the energy pulls his hand downward, letting his fingers ghost over the Psiionic's hip before he gives it a squeeze, his thumb hooking in the other troll's waistband.]

[Hopefully he's good enough to deal with the Psiioniic's split tongue. With a mutation like this, it's more than easy enough to do so many things normal trolls can't. They twist around Dualscar's tongue, sucking and caressing at it as he grinds their bodies together. Dualscar may notice the way his partner shudders pleasantly everytime he rubs up against the place where the two tongues are joined, making him rub up against him harder.]

[Feeling those fingers on his hips, the Psiioniic arches his back and presses his hip up against the touch further. While doing the touching is so lovely, he most certainly wants to be touched in return.]

[The split tongue is a delightful surprise, and Dualscar could easily--easily--lose himself in it. He makes a deep, rumbling whale sound of pure pleasure as it wraps around his, and flicks the tip of his own against the place where the two tongues join. Yes, he noticed that reaction, and he's going to exploit it.]

[His other hand falls and lands on the Psiioniic's other hip, squeezing it before he hooks his other thumb under the Psiioniic's waistband. Slowly, giving the other troll plenty of time to stop him if he wishes, Dualscar starts pushing the Psiioniic's pants over the wings of his hips.]

[Oh yesssss. Connected like they are, that rumbling noise reverberates between them, and the Psiioniic makes a keening delighted noise in the depths of his throat. It only gets louder when Dualscar toys with his tongues. Psychic energy fairly dances across the curves of those lightning horns before traveling down across his neck, along his fins. ]

[Pleased like he is, of course he wouldn't stop those hands on his hips. Dualscar is doing good, so good, and the Psiioniic kneads at his well built chest. He could get used to feeling this chest up.]

[It's true, Dualscar has a nice chest. All those sweeps of swimming have left it well developed and heavy with muscle.]

[He keeps making the whale sound, a noise that is more felt than heard, the vibrations almost out of audible range. It's a sound that only seadwellers can make, and if he gets loud enough with it, it vibrates hard enough to break bones. But he has no intention of doing that, keeping it soft and easy, all pleasure and no pain.]

[While the Psiioniic paws at his chest and dances with his tongue, Dualscar pushes his tunic pants down, over his hips and flat ass, exposing him to the air. It takes a lot of willpower, but he doesn't immediately thrust up at him, despite how his bulge is straining in the confines of his pants, alternately coiling and lashing back and forth.]

[Feeling cool air go up against his nook, the back of his shyly curling bulge, that's enough to get the Psiioniic to make a little gasping noise against Dualscar's lips. His fingers curl up against one collarbone. In the meantime, his free hand shifts downwards, tracing circles right about his waistline. It takes some inner persuasion for the Psiioniic to pull himself away from the kiss and he gives a small smile down at Dualscar.]

Let me try again... [His finger dips just so beneath his pants pointedly.] Alright?

[Dualscar pauses for a moment, his hands still next to the Psiioniic's thighs, his breath suddenly tight in his chest. Against his back, his dorsal fin shivers with remembered pain... but then the warmth of the psionics still dancing around it relaxes it, and he looks up at the Psiioniic with wide, guileless eyes.]

All right.

[He reaches up then, just like a wiggler that wants to be picked up, and tries to pull the Psiioniic back down against his chest. His grip is a little tighter than before and his breathing a little faster, but he's not panicking. Not yet.]

[The Psiioniic's thin body sinks down against Dualscar's more muscular one, and he just lays there, eyes half shut and listening to the pitter patter of his heart. Gently, reassuringly, he strokes along Dualscar's hipe bone.]

I won't hurt you. I wouldn't hurt you.

I... I knoww.

[Dualscar focuses on his breathing, calm and slow, in and out. His grip on the Psiioniic loosens a little, and he nuzzles into the side of the other's neck.]

Go ahead.

[Shyly, he pushes his hips upward, slowly rubbing them against the Psiioniic's.]

[A kiss is pressed against Dualscar's cheek in return for the nuzzle, and then the Psiioniic is slowly dragging himself down his body, pressing his own down against that active bulge he can feel. When he's low enough, thin body pressed between Dualscar's legs once again, he begins to undo those meddlesome pants. He could whip them off in a heartbeat with his psionics, but this is delicate territory. They've gone through this dance awkwardly before, only to have it fail, and he doesn't want to ruin it again.]

[As he slowly tugs the pants down Dualscar's hips, he leaves a trail of kisses across his hip bones.]

If it'sth too fatht, tell me, alright?

Y-yeah...

[Dualscar's hands have moved with the Psiioniic, and he's clenching his shoulders, his head back and his eyes closed. He's not freaking out, he's not freaking out, he's... actually not freaking out. Huh. This feels good, not frightening, and that knowledge makes him relax his hands. Okay, he can do this.]

Just... call me 22, okay? 22, or Tra...

[No. No, he's not quite ready to give that away.]

22.

...22, then.

[A few more tugs, and those fingers digging into his shoulders serve as a reminder. Slow and sweet, slow and sweet, and he won't mess up this time. As the pants are slid away, revealing that eager bulge, the Psiioniic peppers his kisses closer.]

You'll be alright, 22. Jutht watch.

[More kisses, this time along the length of Dualscar's bulge.]

Hnnnnng...

[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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