[There's something bone-deeply satisfying about this- Dualscar's hands tending to his need and his lips at his own, thinking of just him and what he wants. The sensation helps smooth down some of the rough patches in him, the way those highblooded pieces of shit had looked at him and treated at him through the night having left their mark. He tries to follow after Dualscar's mouth as he pulls away, only to huff at the request.]
If you weren't tho impatient, I could've gotten them off before you thoved your hand down my pantsh.
[And now he doesn't want to move that hand off his bulges. He swears, his stupid and ridiculous seadweller doesn't think ahead sometimes. Shifting his grip around Dualscar's shoulders until its just one arm clinging tightly, he tries to shove his pants down his hips with just one. If only he didn't have to wear that stupid psi-canceling piece of trash- this is exactly the sort of situation you want psionics for.]
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If you weren't tho impatient, I could've gotten them off before you thoved your hand down my pantsh.
[And now he doesn't want to move that hand off his bulges. He swears, his stupid and ridiculous seadweller doesn't think ahead sometimes. Shifting his grip around Dualscar's shoulders until its just one arm clinging tightly, he tries to shove his pants down his hips with just one. If only he didn't have to wear that stupid psi-canceling piece of trash- this is exactly the sort of situation you want psionics for.]