Prisonstuck X

[badpirattitude]

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.

Comments

[polariity]

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.

[badpirattitude]

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.

[polariity]

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

[badpirattitude]

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.

[polariity]

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.

[badpirattitude]

"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.