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Prisonstuck X

Dualscar wakes up early, his eyes opening under the water and just staring at the ceiling for a moment. Did he really sleep the entire night and day away? It feels like it; it feels like he's been under for a long, long time, and he woke up feeling rested and relaxed for the first time in perigrees.

Then he remembers exactly why he slept so well, and he can feel a flush of purple rise on his face. He tentatively moves his legs and hips; he's sore, but it's a deep, pleasant ache, nothing that he can't work through just by moving around. And there's something he needs to do today, something important... oh yes. The little helmsman is getting delivered today.

That thought gets him out of the shallow pool where he'd slept, and he sits up, gasping quietly as he switches back to using his lungs and his gills seal themselves shut on his sides.

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Dualscar wraps his arms around Psiioniic, clinging to him, tight and needy, and buries his nose in the other troll's hair.

"I'm trying, I don't wwant to hurt you again..." God, they are so fucked. In every way imaginable, they are completely and totally fucked.

That is the plain and simple truth of the matter. There's no other way to put it.

Still tired, Psiioniic dares to let his eyes slip shut a bit and nuzzles his nose against Dualscar's throat. "You'll get uthed to it. We'll... figure it out, or thomething."

"Yeah. I'll... I'll try." Dualscar closes his eyes and breathes deep, smelling Psiioniic's hair and feeling his comforting weight in his arms.

He's quiet for a bit, letting himself calm down, waiting for his heart to stop pounding and his highblood rage to settle. He knows he should put Psiioniic back in the recuperacoon and go to their young guest, but not yet. Not just yet.

So basically his nostril is going to be full of oranges. At least by this point, Dualscar should be used to it.

For the most part, Psiioniic simply keeps himself still as well. He's too tired to figure out how to make things right between them. At some point, he shifts his hand, running it beneath Dualscar's shirt and rubbing lightly near his gills.

Well, gill play goes a long way towards making things right again!

Dualscar tenses up a bit, then relaxes again. There's nothing threatening or intimidating about the way Psiioniic is toying with his sides; it actually feels kind of good.

"Thought you wwere tired."

"I'm jutht rubbing at your ribth."

Really.

"You're trying to play wwith my gills."

Really.

"Not my fault your gillth are near your ribth."

Really.

"Wwell, stop it. You're starting something you probably don't wwant to finish."

Seriously.

Well, when you put it like that, Dualscar....

Psiioniic's fingers pause for a moment, only for a soft, warm energy to take their place, shifting closer and closer to Dualscar's gills.

Oh. Well then.

Dualscar shamelessly moves, shifting closer towards the warmth of the psionics. Yes, good, lightshows. His gills aren't open yet, but they could be, very easily.

Just for the record? Psiioniic will be playing the role of "Not Even Going To Move" during this little production. In other words, he is perfectly comfortable just laying here and you aren't getting him to move, Dualscar.

His psionics are a different matter. The finally wash over his gills, seeping past the sealed shut barriers and just lingering against soft filaments.

Um, okay. Dualscar isn't quite sure how he feels about that. A completely limp, unresisting lowblood on his lap is a little too much like the troll he used to be, and he doesn't know that he likes it.

But he does like the warmth over his gills, and he gasps a little when the light sinks into them, making a pleased, rumbling whale sound deep in his chest. Shyly, he strokes his hands down Psiioniic's back and lets them hover just over his ass.

"Is this okay?" he whispers. See, he's asking permission! Progress!

That seems to finally earn a slight snicker. "I don't really have the energy to throw you down like latht night. But if you can't rethitht my fine butt, I won't complain."

As if to encourage him, the psionics begin to travel across his muscles, dragging themselves until they reach the other set of gills. The power on the first set weakens just a bit, just to tease him.

You are such a tease, you douche.

Dualscar smiles though and, reassured, drops his hands onto Psiioniic's ass and gives it a squeeze. For such a thin, bony guy, Psiioniic has a pretty nice ass.

He keeps rumbling happily as the psionics play with his gills, sinking against the delicate filaments and heating them, and they pop open, flaring under the attention. Dualscar, meanwhile, ducks his head and kisses the side of Psiioniic's neck.

Like you don't adore it.

There's just a small noise of annoyance when his head is nudged aside so that Dualscar can reach his neck, but then he's quiet. This is nice, just laying here with his eyes closed as Dualscar touches him. His psionics begin to lazily rub against a few select filaments, as if they were fingers rubbing a piece of paper between them.

And Dualscar is trying very hard to keep it nice, even as his bulge starts getting itself involved and trying to peek out of its sheath.

He gasps a little as Psiioniic starts rubbing at his gills, his fin unconsciously flaring forward and covering the yellowblood's face. His kisses on the side of Psiioniic's neck get a little more aggressive, a little more needy, and his hands caress Psiioniic's rear.

Ooooh, he likes that, both the reaction of the fins and the way those hands rub at him. He doesn't like it enough to actually move, mind you, but still.

He huffs appreciatively towards the fins, and it's a good thing there's not much distance for his warm breath to go against them. Humming low in his throat, he continues the soft robbing, concentrating the energy there while letting smaller bits of it beat against the other parts of his gills.

All signs are pointed towards this being okay, so Dualscar grins against Psiioniic's neck and keeps kissing it, running his lips up and down the warm, yellow-tinted skin. He slips one hand down the back of Psiioniic's pants and another up the back of his shirt, tracing nonsensical patterns there, and fans his fin further into Psiioniic's warm breath.

Good fish, more please.

Psiioniic sighs and lets his head loll to the side contentedly. He shifts slightly underneath the hands at his back. Dualscar should be able to feel scarring, there, skin that's been whipped repeatedly and often. They're old, however, and don't cause any pain

Dualscar can feel the scars, and knows exactly how they got there. He doesn't dwell on them, instead moving his hand along Psiioniic's spine, feeling the knobs and ridges there, while letting his other hand shift to the Psiioniic's hip.

Playfully, and gently, he nips at Psiioniic's neck. He might have shark teeth, but he can control them well enough to not break the skin.

Hey, man, he remembers what those teeth have done to his neck before! So pardon Psiioniic if he gives a small jolt, energy fading for a second before he huffs and presses his nose closer against one fin.

"Give a troll a little warning, jeeth." His psionics strengthen again, skitting down Dualscar's hips.

"Mmmmm... gonna be careful." But okay, warning accepted, and Dualscar is gentler, drawing his lips down and using them instead of his fangs. Cockily, he arcs his hip up into the lightshows, and strokes his fin gently across Psiioniic's face.

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ahahaha, my account expired, and I'm laughing at what icons they left me with

alas you poor soul

they left me this one!

they know us so well

they know my priorities

well they are great priorities

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