[Dualscar doesn't want to talk. Talking involves thinking, and thinking is bad. He hears the rustling of Summoner's wings, and it feels good to hear. As good as it feels to settle his weight over the other troll, to feel that knee rub against his outer thigh.]
Don't fuckin' talk. Wwe don't need it.
[He whispers the words against Summoner's lips, and then kisses him again, deeply, thrusting his tongue into Summoner's mouth]
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Don't fuckin' talk. Wwe don't need it.
[He whispers the words against Summoner's lips, and then kisses him again, deeply, thrusting his tongue into Summoner's mouth]