[Dualscar keeps very, very still as the Psiioniic crawls all over him and touches him everywhere. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knows where this is going, but he's afraid that if he speaks or does anything, the moment will be ruined and they'll never recapture it, so he keeps his mouth shut, his only responses to the slow stripping little gasps when the Psiioniic touches him and the way his facial fins are slowly, languidly fanning back and forth in the cool moonlight.]
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