[Dualscar still doesn't get it, but he's not fighting it anymore. He still doesn't understand why the Psiioniic isn't trying to hurt him, but he's just going to accept it and let the other troll do as he will. The worst that could happen is the Psiioniic will try to kill him, and it wouldn't be the first time that's happened during pailing, so he's confident he can deal with it.]
[But he doesn't think the Psiioniic wants to hurt him, and while that's confusing as all fuck... he's a little curious to see where this is going. It feels nice--no, scratch that, it feels amazing--as the Psiioniic works over his torso, kissing and touching him everywhere, and although Dualscar tenses when he gets close to his gills, he ignores them and just keeps up with the slow, gentle affection. Then he's near his fins again, and Dualscar gives in and lets them fan towards the other troll, towards those sweet sensations, lets them seek a kind of stimulation they've never known.]
[When the Psiioniic tries to ease him backwards, though, Dualscar braces himself on his hands and clears his throat to get the other's attention. When he speaks, his voice is higher pitched than normal and plaintive, nowhere near his usual low, throaty growl.]
You're not... you're not going to turn me on my face, right?
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[But he doesn't think the Psiioniic wants to hurt him, and while that's confusing as all fuck... he's a little curious to see where this is going. It feels nice--no, scratch that, it feels amazing--as the Psiioniic works over his torso, kissing and touching him everywhere, and although Dualscar tenses when he gets close to his gills, he ignores them and just keeps up with the slow, gentle affection. Then he's near his fins again, and Dualscar gives in and lets them fan towards the other troll, towards those sweet sensations, lets them seek a kind of stimulation they've never known.]
[When the Psiioniic tries to ease him backwards, though, Dualscar braces himself on his hands and clears his throat to get the other's attention. When he speaks, his voice is higher pitched than normal and plaintive, nowhere near his usual low, throaty growl.]
You're not... you're not going to turn me on my face, right?