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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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[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.]

[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.]

[Dualscar pants, his fins and gills all aflutter, and moans a little when the Psiioniic sucks him, the sound merging and blending with the rumbling whale sounds that never quite stopped. Maybe... maybe this is what everyone talks about, when they mention redrom and being flushed. Maybe they were on to something after all.]

[One of his hands moves upwards, wrapping around the Psiioniic's horns, and everything else about this day is forgotten. The little helmsman that will be delivered tomorrow, the fact that the Psiioniic wants to leave and go find his friends, the ferocious argument they got into just moments ago... it's all forgotten in the face of rising waves of pleasure.]

[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.]

[Dualscar shies away, just a little, when the Psiioniic's fingers brush at his nook, and there's a split second where he doesn't know how he's going to react, whether this is what will send him over the edge and into panic again. Then he bears down, bumping against the Psiioniic's fingers, his bulge pushing a little further into the other troll's mouth, overgrown fangs be damned. He squeezes the Psiioniic's horns, his thumb rising shakily to tease over their tips, and he manages a shaky, breathless laugh.]

Fuck...

[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.]

[Dualscar almost leaps out of his skin at that intrusion, as the Psiioniic's finger sinks inside him. Again, he's on the very edge of panic, feeling something move and press inside him that he hasn't felt in over sixty sweeps, that he once swore he'd never feel again, and the pitch of the noises he's making rises sharply, almost a keen for a few brief seconds as his mind shatters into jagged little pieces of remembered agony and shame.]

[But... but then the wave passes, and it doesn't hurt, it feels good, it feels like something that is supposed to happen, and Dualscar throws his free arm over his eyes, hiding them and any traitorous purple fluids that might be trying to leak out from their edges. It's just a little much, that's all. It's not like he's crying or anything, don't be ridiculous.]

[Alarm thrills through him quicker than any pleasure, and he's just about to call it off when he feels Dualscar relax beneath him once again. The storm has passed, this one at least, and the Psiioniic slowly begins to drag his lips up past all he's taken in, lapping gently at each bit of skin that passes him by. When his mouth is free, he worms his way up again but doesn't remove his finger. He just slowly begins to move it, pressing lightly against Dualscar's insides, stroking.]

22. Doeth it feel good? Tell me.

[Soft energy flows against Dualscar's arm before gently trying to pull it away from his face.]

I want to thee. Tell me if you feel good, 22.

[Dualscar nods, but resists that energy, trying to keep his arm over his face.]

I... yeah. Yeah, it feels g-good.

[He can feel the Psiioniic moving on top of him, moving inside him, pressing up against the walls and chambers of his body, and for a fleeting moment, he wonders if the other troll can feel the scars he's sure he carries internally, as much a part of him as the marks on his face.]

[He breathes out, the sound almost like a sob, and his entire body shivers.]

I... mmph... damn it...

[He still has one hand on the Psiioniic's horns, and he grips down, holding them tightly, like he's using them to anchor himself, to cement himself to the ground, to keep from spinning away into nothingness.]

Mmmmngh...

[A lovely kind of feeling runs down his horn and down along his thinkpan at that pressure of Dualscar's fingers. It goes down along the back of his neck and the Psiioniic's finger gives a little tremble knuckle deep in Dualscar's nook.]

[The energy flickers away from Dualscar's arm at the resistance, instead reappearing down at his bulge. As it strokes there, in tandem with the Psiioniic's finger, he tries to lean down to kiss along Dualscar's jaw.]

You're doing alright, 22, you're doing lovely, make whatever noitheth you want, alright? Going to make you feel tho good, you won't know up from down...

[As his free hand strokes Dualscar's collarbone with his thumb, the Psiioniic's occupied finger is soon slowly joined by another one, probing in gently.]

[Dualscar whines a little as that second finger pushes inside, and the Psiioniic can probably feel his jaw clench hard as he grits his teeth. He's not trying to make the Psiioniic feel bad, he isn't! It's just really, really hard to think of this as anything but an intrusion, an invasion, and even though it's a pleasurable one, he's still completely on edge.]

[Then, abruptly, Dualscar flings his arm off his face and reaches out, trying to grab the Psiioniic and drag him close to his face. If he allows it, Dualscar will kiss him, hungry and aggressive and desperate, kissing him like it's the Psiioniic who is breathing for him now.]

[Not much tugging is needed before their chests are pressed against one another and the Psiioniic is moaning into that kiss, energy flaring off down Dualscar's arms and fading into the air. If it is a kiss Dualscar wants, it will be what he gets. The Psiioniic's split tongue slips into his mouth, running up against everything he finds in there.]

[None of this means his fingers stop, however. After getting over his surprise, the Psiioniic continues to pump them in and out, loosening him so that things will be easier down the road. With Dualscar, that is going to be important, oh so important.]

[It is definitely important to get things loosened up down below, although Dualscar breaks off the kiss after a moment and picks his head up, looking down curiously.]

Wwhat're you doing?

[He has no idea what exactly the Psiioniic is doing to make his nook feel all relaxed and inviting like that.]

Mm, what doeth it look like?

[A pause as he realizes, given what he knows of Dualscar's track record the seatroll probably really doesn't have a clue what he's doing. He kisses him on the cheek.]

I'm thtretching you out. [There's a little twist of his fingers, just so.] Do you like it?

I... yes?

[Dualscar shudders a little at that twist, and a whale noise rumbles out of his chest.]

Mmmmph... yes. But wwhy?

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