badpirattitude | Prisonstuck VIII, continued from LJ

Prisonstuck VIII, continued from LJ

[For someone who claimed he didn't need to rest, the Psiioniic has been sleeping for a long time.]

[Dualscar supposes a manic episode like he had earlier could really take it out of a troll, not to mention the fight in the prison the day before, and being a prisoner, and before that on the run, and before that a slave, and everything else running backwards through the Psiioniic's entire miserable life. Besides all that, living with him, Dualscar, can't be easy, even if it's only been a day, and he half-expects the Psiioniic to ask him to be returned to the prison when he wakes up.]

[Dualscar hasn't slept at all, not really. He can doze in a recuperacoon, but to really sleep, he needs to be underwater. There's nothing physically preventing him from sleeping on land, but for the mental tick that forces his gills open an hour into sleep and leaves him gasping painfully for breath a moment later. He knows well enough why that happens, but he pushes it away every time it creeps into the corners of his mind, nibbling at the edges of his sanity like a longtailed squeakbeast. Either way, he's still curled around the Psiioniic, spooning up behind him while he sleeps, and waiting for him to awake.]

[Waiting, and thinking about all they spoke of the day before.]

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[What, go back to a prison and away from this glorious library? Dualscar, please. You underestimate the Psiioniic's utter nerdery.]

[You also underestimate his affection for you, but that's okay. In all honesty, he isn't quite sure of its depths either. A part of him that still has reservations about this whole thing- which is a rather large part- isn't sure he wants to know.]

[As awakening comes to him, he's aware of the presence still at his back. It's comforting to have that again- someone being there. All this time around other trolls has left him with this need for someone, anyone, to be there.]

[Gently, just to show he's awake, he guides one hand down to lay over Dualscar's.]

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[Either that or he underestimates his own appeal. Dualscar knows he's good at blackrom, but anything even faintly red and he's completely lost. He's spent most of the time while the Psiioniic slept convincing himself that he's irreparably screwed up everything.]

[But then the Psiioniic puts his hand over his, and Dualscar makes a soft, surprised sound. Before he can overthink it, he curls his fingers through the Psiioniic's, joining their hands together.]

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[Funny, sounds like every other moment of his life, too.]

[As the slime warms around their fingers, faintly, he wonders what this makes them. He half knows, half doesn't. They've never said anything to one another about it, just awkward steps with neither of them knowing the way.]

You're alright?

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[The use of that silly, affectionate nickname helps calm Dualscar down, along with the whale sounds he's crooning to himself and the deer noises the Psiioniic is making in concert. He nods, his face still hidden, and waits a few minutes longer before trying to describe what he wants.]

Can wwe... can wwe just go lay dowwn somewwhere, and do... do this nonpainful touching some more?

[He needs to learn to associate being touched with good things and not pain before he can go much further. Especially any kind of sexual touching.]

['Nonpainful touching'. That's how he phrases it, and it's like Psiioniic has been stabbed. Considering the time he's spent as a lowblood and rebel, he'd say he knows the literal feel rather well by now, and this is no exaggeration. He buries his face against Dualscar's hair.]

Yeah, thure. God, you're tho...

[He starts to move, only to pause. He might actually have to ask permission, considering things.]

Let me move behind you, alright? I want to touch your back.

[He doesn't know what else to call it! The Psiioniic is quite literally the first living being he's cuddled since his lusus died, all those sweeps ago.]

[It's a good thing he asks, all things considered, because Dualscar tenses up, just a little bit, and looks at him watchfully.]

Wwhy?

[He's not saying no, exactly, he just needs to know what the Psiioniic's intentions are before he can allow it.]

I told you I wath good with my handth, right?

[Gently, his fingers begin to rub at Dualscar's shoulders.]

I want to touch your back. You're tenthe.

[Dualscar's fin perk forward at the way the Psiioniic is touching his shoulders. It feels good, relaxing, and if he's going to do it to his back... yeah, he can let him do that.]

All right. Just be careful of the fin back there, okay?

[He has a long, extendable fin running down his back, right over his spine. He's got it carefully folded down and tucked out of the way, but it's still highly sensitive.]

Alright.

With a bit of squirming, he moves behind Dualscar's back so that it's his back against the bookcase now and Dualscar between his legs. He eyes the fin in curiosity before he gets to work, kneading and working the knots out of Dualscar's back.]

How thenthitive are finth and gillth anyway? I only know about the oneth on your face.

[Dualscar doesn't answer right away, too caught up in the sensations of the Psiioniic's hands on his back. The other troll is working out knots Dualscar didn't even know he had, and if he keeps this up, he's going to have a happy little purple blob of seadweller on his hands.]

Fins in general are pretty sensitive, but the one on my back has the most sensitivity. It's also the only one I use for swwimming.

[That is much better than a panicked knot of a seadweller, so Psiioniic will happily accept it. Hopefully Dualscar will be able to just ignore the slight poke to his lower back that happens now and then when he moves a bit. Listen, he can't help it! Dualscar making noises got him... ready, and it takes a bit for that sort of thing to.. go away. Especially when they're still being intimate like this.]

How thenthitive are we talking? If we go back to... touching like before, I want to know tho I make you feel better.

Mmmm...

[Sorry, he got distracted for a moment there! Dualscar leans back into the Psiioniic's hands, and while he notices those pokes to his lower back, he's not complaining.]

Wwell, you've touched the ones on my face before. If you're not trying to hurt me, it feels good.

[Slowly and carefully, he perks up the one on his back, just a little.]

No one's ever touched that one before. I guess... if you wwant to try...

I don't try to hurt you. Well, I haven't recently, at any rate.

[Oh! Psiioniic's hands pause as he feels those fins move. Then, carefully, he guides one set of fingers over to them. Gently, just like he would if he were touching the other set, he begins to draw his finger down along them.]

[And Dualscar practically purrs as he does that, his fin unfolding to show more surface area, and his head drops forward. Not the reaction he expected, honestly, but damn, that feels good!]

[Well well well. That is quite the good response. It makes him feel quite satisfied, to know that he's pulled the other out of his slump like this. Leaning in closer, he lets his warm breath wash over Dualscar's facial fins, even as his now eagerly curious fingers begin to stroke along the back fin all the more.]

[Dualscar is nothing if not mercurial in his moods, and those gentle, stroking fingers on his fin are bringing his better nature right back to the surface. He leans his head back, putting his facial fins within range of the Psiioniic's mouth, and just luxuriates in the attention.]

[Good Dualscar, best seadweller. There's a swift lick to the back of one fin in appreciation before the Psiioniic begins to take a much nicer and slower pace. As his fingers tease at his back fins, his split tongue begins to run up against the edge of his fins... And then begins to stroke along both sides of it.]

[You picked the best lowblood to fall for, Dualscar, if just for the tongues.]

[Those tongues are amazing.]

[Dualscar keeps purring and moving slightly under the Psiioniic's touch, his fins waving gently like they're underwater, and along his sides, his gills slowly open up from their tightly closed position, exposing purple filaments.]

[As if the Psiioniic needs more encouragement. The soft gentle movements of those finds simply egg him on, and his hands begin to roam even further. Well, one roams, while the other stays behind to tease those fins. He's so curious about those gills, even as his whole body is heating up from how much Dualscar moves against him, making the Psiioniic antsy as well, and if he just shifts-]

[Wait, no, fuck!!]

[With a strangled noise in the back of his throat, the Psiioniic pushes Dualscar away so he can squirm out from behind him and get to his feet. His nook feels wet and his bulge is most certainly not getting rid of its little problem anytime soon. Dammit.]

I... I need to go for a thecond, hold on. Abtholution trap.

[Even his voice is tight.]

... wwhat?

[Dualscar blinks, confused and a little hurt at the sudden withdrawal... until his eyes fall on the Psiioniic's bulge. Oh. Well then.]

I can take care of that for you, if you wwant.

[The look he sends Dualscar is positively exasperated.]

I'm not going to take advantage of you again tonight, 22. I've felt like a prick enough.

[Eyeroll.]

You're not the only one here wwho's good wwith his tongue, you knoww.

[As if to demonstrate, Dualscar rolls the tip of his tongue over his upper lip.]

Trust me, I can do that wwithout any problems.

[Fuck you and your eyerolls, Dualscar. The Psiioniic would do that quite literally, except dammit, you are too pathetic to be forced onto.]

How can you give a bulgejob, but not want to receive one?

I wanted to thow you thomething that much, at leatht, do that, but...

It's a control thing.

[And it is, too; he is the one doing when he gives a bulgejob, instead of being done to, and that makes all the difference.]

Do you wwant one or not?

When I can give you one and keep you from having that kind of reaction, then I'll want one.

[God, he is actually wobbling as he tries to walk away.]

You detherve thomething, 22, not jutht being uthed.

Stop!

[Things Dualscar does not respond well to: being refused something he wants. He stands up, letting the cape fall from his shoulders, his entire body revealed and exposed in the light of the moons, which has gone more yellow than purple in the time they've been in here. If there was ever any doubt that he's an impressive specimen of troll, let that be cast aside right now.]

And you're getting more than a fucking quick wwhack in the bathroom! Noww sit dowwn!

[Things the Psiioniic doesn't respond well to: being ordered around. His eyes widen briefly before immediately narrowing. His jaw tightens up.]

[Nothing is said. All he does is simply cross his arms and jerk his chin up defiantly. The message said couldn't be clearer: fuck you.]

[Aw, hale nah.]

[Dualscar's eyes narrow, and his fins fold to lay flat against the sides of his head. He starts walking forward, moving with a lithe, dangerous grace, the shy, nervous troll from before completely gone.]

Don't forget your fuckin' place, lowwblood. Noww sit. DOWWN.

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