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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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[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?

It won't hurt ath much when I thtop uthing my fingerth, and my mouth.

[There's a small jerk of his hips against Dualscar's, and his bulge is slick against his skin, languidly dragging itself over the bone. The very tip teases against Dualscar's own purple flushed bulge, right at the base.]

I told you I wanted to make you feel good.

[Well, consider Dualscar's attention thoroughly engaged!]

[Before he can stop it, Dualscar's bulge dips downward, its tip catching the tip of the Psiioniic's and curling around it. Dualscar's face flushes purple at that, but he doesn't pull away.]

O-okay.

[Look at everything these lowbloods know, it's amazing!]

[And it wasn't before?]

[Chuckling, the Psiioniic brushes his lips against Dualscar's cheek again.]

Yeah.

[Arching his back slowly in pleasure, he lets his bulge twist right back around the other in reciprocation. Once he gives a squeeze, he can't help his fingers twitching in Dualscar's nook.]

Okay.

[Point taken.]

[Dualscar feels their bulges twist together, entwining, getting tangled, and it's a new sensation, one he's never felt before... but one he certainly wouldn't mind feeling again. Repeatedly. Over and over and over.]

[He holds onto the Psiioniic around the shoulders, curling up and towards him, and brushes a shy kiss off his collarbone as he lets his legs slowly fall further apart.]

[There is something sweet and lovely about this, feeling Dualscar hold onto him and wrap around him so softly. He could get used to it, he really could. For all that the seadweller can and has caused so much pain in his ignorant little ways, he is rather beautiful in moments like these. The Psiioniic sighs against Dualscar's horn, content.]

[He times his fingers so that they're in sync with the way his bulge slides against Dualscar's, scissoring and stretching him until he thinks he can slip a third finger in. This has to go right, has to go perfect.]

[Because he would love for this to happen again.]

[Dualscar whimpers and squirms a little as the Psiioniic pushes a third finger inside him, and by now there's a small puddle of purple genetic fluids underneath them. He didn't... he never knew it could be like this. He never knew that he could feel this way, this flayed open and trusting and close to another troll. He clings to the Psiioniic, his face hidden in his shoulder, and pushes his hips forward, into his hand and his bulge.]

Oh...

[It's a soft, absentminded sound as Dualscar pushes up against him, and for just a moment, the Psiioniic let his eyes slip shut as he presses back into those open legs. His hand is positively soaked by now, but it doesn't matter.]

22... Think you're ready?

[He squeezes their bulges together pointedly, psionic energy twisting around them. There's so much more he could do to this troll, so many little tricks he could show him, but he's realizing that this isn't the time. It just needs to be the two of them right now.]

[Dualscar tenses for a moment at that question, clinging to the Psiioniic and burying his face in his chest. Then he nods, his breathing harsh and rattling in his chest, and his fins start rotating, saying don't leave me over and over again.]

Only if you're thure.

[Carefully, he pulls his fingers out and braces them against Dualscar's hips. His other hand goes to his hair, stroking through it again and again, reassuringly. The psionic energy is everywhere- gills, fins, horns, back- doing the very same. Reassurance.]

Only if you're thure, 22.

[Dualscar looks up then, his eyes wide and shining with unshed tears. He tries to answer, but his throat is clogged, and he has to clear it with a deep, rumbling whale sound before he can answer.]

... yes. Yes, please...

[please don't go]

... make me feel good...

[don't ever leave me]

... please, Psiionic, please...

[i love you, i need you, don't ever leave me behind]

Artollo.

[He breathes it out against Dualscar's lips, their noses brushing as he kisses him gently. Between them, his psionics work gently at untangling their tightly woven bulges. They've left smears of genetic material against each other, yellow and purple, and it only gets worse as the Psiioniic nudges the very tip of his against Dualscar's nook.]

From before...

[Another kiss, and so very gently, the tip of his bulge begins to slide in.]

[For a second, Dualscar doesn't understand, then his eyes widen as what the Psiioniic has just told him sinks in. His name, his name from before, he's just told him his name! That distracts him enough that he doesn't notice how their bulges are untangled, and then...]

[And then the Psiioniic slips inside him, and Dualscar makes a low little groaning sound and hides his face in the other troll's chest again.]

T-Trafal.

[There it is, the name no one has called him since his lusus died, but which he's always kept close to his heart, as close as his sign, and a single purple tear steals out from under Dualscar's eyelid and trickles down his cheek. Maybe that was part of the reason he took to the name 22 so readily, because it sounds enough like Trafal to remind him of what it felt like to be loved.]

22... Trafal.

[It's hard to keep his voice steady when Dualscar is wrapped so beautifully, horribly tight around him. Shakily, he reaches up, palm cupping around Dualscar's face as he wipes the tear away. The Psiioniic's bulge is making its way deeper and deeper until finally there's no more room and he's groaning.]

Are you okay?

[Dualscar stays wrapped around the Psiioniic, around Artollo, as tight as he can, as tight as if they're sharing one heart, and he leans his face into Artollo's hand when he wipes the tear away, sighing deeply as he's penetrated deeper and deeper. And then there's nowhere else to go, and he rumbles again before nodding.]

I'm fine.

[And he is. That's the surprising thing... he is fine, no pain, only a deep, stretching fullness that's really quite pleasurable, and he blinks up at the Psiioniic in surprise before reaching up and touching the side of his face.]

... more?

[To see that almost kind of innocent wonder on Dualscar's face at the feelings he can bring to him, to his body... It's immensely satisfying in more ways than one. Turning his head to the side, the Psiioniic kisses the fingers that are against his face, a little promise.]

Of courthe.

[He only needs to move his hips a little to allow his bulge room to curl back out until just the very tip is being squeezed down on. That enough is a teasing sensation to make him gasp and he quickly captures Dualscar's lips with his own again as his bulge corkscrews right back inside. As he starts a rhythm, he grasps Dualscar's bulge and begins to thumb at the root, not forgetting that area either.]

T... Trafal, god... Love you.

[Dualscar draws in a tiny, shaking little gasp at that, and his hands tighten on the Psiioniic's shoulders, his claws almost biting into his skin. When he releases it, it sounds like a sob, and he starts shaking all over.]

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through the floor?

RIGHT THROUGH THE FLOOR

call the carpenter drones, there's a hole in the floor of the library

might have to get an entirely new floor

an entirely new top floor of the hive

this is why they need to bang in a basement

or in the ocean

they are going to need a lot of lip action in that case

it'd be hot, don't even pretend it wouldn't

who said anything about that?

maybe a few threads from now?

watch as it happens next thread whoops

they have a little lost helmsman to deal with next thread!

she won't mind!

she'll have biowires hanging out of her!