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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 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.]

No, don't-

[Kisses are pressed all against Dualscar's face, his lips, his scars, his forehead, all with each thrust. Energy starts to curl gently against his back; the floor is hard, and he doesn't want to hurt his partner, his idiot lover, his matesprit.]

It'sth good, you thaid it'sth good, and I'm doing it- [A kiss to his lips.] Becauthe I love you. Trafal.

[But Dualscar can't help it, he just keeps shaking, shaking like he's going to fall apart, and he clings to the Psiioniic, pushing his face forward, into his, and covering both their cheeks with purple tears.]

I... A-artollo... fuck...

[With one hand, he grips the Psiioniic's chin, trying to move his head so he's facing him, and he points at his fins, which are swiveling and repeating I love you over and over. There's a look of quiet desperation on his face... please understand him, please, because he can't say it. Not yet.]

[And it's more the look in those eyes than the direction of those fins which has him understand. Gently, he presses their foreheads together, staring into Dualscar's eyes.]

Yeah. Yeah, I- god, you're tho beautiful, I love you too-

[Another shivering little gasp, and with this thrust, he lets off a little pulse of pleasant psionic energy, deep inside Dualscar's nook. He won't let him forget him, he won't.]

Aaaaaaaah...

[Dualscar arches upward at that pulse, his back bending inward, and he scrambles for the Psiioniic's shoulders again. Like he could ever forget him, like he'd ever want to, and now he's just a trembling, panting purple blob under the Psiioniic, holding tight and riding it all out.]

[There's only encouragement from the racing psionics, pressing agaist his spine, and he kisses him hard again. More and more thrusting, pulsing, and he twists Dualscar's bulge between his fingers. He could listen to those noises forever, but more than anything, he wants to bring him tumbling over the edge of pleasure.]

[Dualscar's first redrom experience is going to blow his mind, or else the Psiioniic's name isn't Artollo Apemis.]

[Like his mind isn't already blown. And with every touch, with every gentle waft of psionic energy, the sensations just build and build, and Dualscar is long past speech, past contributing, just clinging to Artollo with everything he has.]

[Until he doesn't have anything left, and with a long, low cry, its frequency so low it sets the books trembling on their shelves, Dualscar erupts, spraying them both with purple before collapsing bonelessly backwards, completely spent.]

[That cry sets his entire body awash with the feeling of something, something that sinks into his very being and makes him shiver and shake. He's so close as Dualscar squeezes down on him, and seconds from release himself-]

[Except he can't, the small rational part of his mind that still exists says. He can't because- he wants to fill Dualscar up so badly, wants to press down into him permanently and never leave in this moment, but he can't. His own psionics snap against his hips, helping to push him out, and it takes a tremendous force of will for the Psiioniic to drag his bulge out. The loss of heat and wetness makes him groan, and with a wet hand, he quickly reaches down and grips himself. Just like, that, he's giving a long, stuttering cry against Dualscar's throat as his own material splashes against their stomachs.]

[After wards, only his powers keep him up, and absently, he kisses at his partner's pulse point.]

Mmmmmm....

[Dualscar felt that wash of fluid over his stomach, but it was far away, almost like it was happening to someone else, as he rides out the last aftershocks of his own orgasm.]

[And it was one of the best orgasms of his life, let us just be crystal clear on that point.]

[He reaches up, trying to pull the Psiioniic down on top of him.]

[Of course it was the best orgasm he'd ever have. Who does he think he's pailing here?]

[There's no fight as Dualscar pulls him down, even with their mixed release slick between them. Even limp and exhausted like this, the other troll still feels so sturdy. The Psiioniic just lets his eyes slip shut and lays against him, psionics cradling them both just a bit above the floor.]

[It won't take too long before the fluids that coat them start drying, and then it will irritate Dualscar and he'll want it off. But for now, all is calm and sleepy and good.]

[He nudges the Psiioniic with his nose.]

Hey... can your lightshowws float us to the room behind the shelves?

[They could get up and walk, of course, but then they'd have to let go of each other, and Dualscar isn't willing to do that yet.]

[There's just a soft cooing noise in response, because what are words? He nuzzles back, the glow in his eyes dim and warm, before that familiar energy washes over them in a general glow. As the Psiioniic nestles down against Dualscar's chest, their legs tangled, his powers gently carry them off. The way is easily found and the proper book is pulled from its place. As they come into the room, he gives a loud yawn and shivers.]

[It's kind of nice, getting toted around by psionic powers. Dualscar could get used to this... or at least, he could, if the Psiioniic wasn't going to leave.]

[Pushing that sad thought away, Dualscar hugs the Psiioniic closer against him when he shivers.]

Are you cold?

[See. See, that's nice, the way he's held all the closer, and the Psiioniic realizes he likes it best when it's not the shy little touches but open hugs between them. Raising his head, he gives a dazed little smile to Dualscar.]

No. It jutht felt nithe. [A brush of more concentrated energy against Dualscar's cheek.] You were beautiful. Eheheh, thtill not bad on the eyeth even now.

[Squirming up, he lays a kiss to the tip of his nose.]

Did you like it?

[Dualscar laughs quietly, and gestures down to the mess between them.]

Wwhat do you think?

[He nuzzles the Psiioniic's cheek for a moment, then looks over his shoulder towards a rectangular, shallow pool, set in one corner of the room and filled with water. He gestures towards it.]

Float us over there?

I think you look much more attractive beneath me.

[Smug smirk. But float over to the pool? Of course he can do that. Who do you think you're talking to, Dualscar? Making another small yawning noise, the Psiioniic settles on Dualscar's chest a bit more comfortably as he guides them over. Gently, he smiles up at him and strokes his cheek again...]

[And then the psionics holding Dualscar up promptly disappear.]

[Have fun dropping into the water, bro, Psiioniic is just gonna float here.]

Listen to that sass. You pail a guy and suddenly he thinks he can sass you.

[Dualscar would say more on the subject of sassiness, but then he's falling into the pool with a splash. His eyes widen a little in surprise, and he glares at the Psiioniic for a moment... but it's pretty hard to stay angry when the other troll is splashed so luridly with purple and yellow.]

[With an eyeroll, Dualscar props himself up on one elbow and reaches over to hit a small button on the floor beside the tub. Water jets near his head spring to life, and the water starts running over his body and through the tub, washing away the sticky fluids on his stomach.]

Heheheheheh, alwayth thought I could thath you.

[Right now, the afterglow is still so lingering and wonderful, the Psiioniic won't even complain about having to say a word so riddled with 's'. For a second longer, he stays where he is, staring down at Dualscar fondly.]

[They are, without a doubt, well and truly fucked. But right now... He just wants to enjoy the moment, these feelings, this troll.]

[Twisting onto his back, he lowers himself into the water and lets his head lay against the floor behind him as the flow washes over him as well. With the way he's positioned, his legs are tangled with Dualscar's. It's a nice, lazy feeling.]

[Mmmmm, it does feel nice, doesn't it? Dualscar watches the Psiioniic through half-lidded eyes, admiring the line of his throat, the flat plains of his chest, the messy hair that's sticking up in all directions. Not that his is much better, certainly.]

Hey.

[He nudges the Psiioniic's hip with one foot.]

Wwill you stick around tomorroww to help wwith the helmsman?

[He tries his hardest to sound neutral and calm when he asks that, and for the most part, he succeeds. There's only the faintest hint of longing in the question.]

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!

sssssh Dualscar only the floor now

right through it

maybe through *two*

all the floors... all of them

they exist only to be fucked through

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maybe through two