[Summoner breathes out heavy on his neck, moving a hand to slide a thumb under his jaw, keeping his head up so he can continue sucking and kisses at his neck. it's a little strange to see Dualscar put himself in this place, to go along with it. When you think Dualscar you don't think... this. But he's doing well to follow along with Summoner's actions, letting him lead without needing to be told to and without getting huffy that he's not the one in charge himself. But, being the one physically ontop sure does feel empowering in these situations, so perhaps that's why.]
Boy?
[A chuckle, puckering his lips and blowing against Dualscar's fin before he moves a hand up to grab a horn. His grip is tight, secure, but not forcing his head any which way. The taste of alcohol is almost completely out of his mouth by now, but it's still in his nostrils, still swirling about his head. The cold touch of Dualscar's skin definitely keeps him active though. He grinds, gasping and arching his body up against him, smiling and closing his eyes when he feels a kiss brush into his hair, letting go of his horn when he starts to rub them against his own. Summoner doesn't often do horn rubbing, his just aren't the most sensitive and it's a little hard to do such small actions with them. So he just closes his eyes and lets Dualscar continue as he lays back again, spreading his wings to lay ontop of.]
[Dualscar wouldn't have thought this, either, but he is drunk enough and lonely enough to go along with it.
Summoner's question brings him pause, but he chuckles softly and goes on with the horn rubbing, his fingers moving down. He cups Summoner's bulge with his fingers, his hips rocking forward suggestively against Summoner's thigh.]
[Summoner clamps his teeth shut and huffs, pushing his hips upward into that hand to get as much contact as he can. His legs open a little more smiling and tilting his head back.]
[He rumbles a laugh, his hand rubbing more deeply, responding to that unspoken plea. He kisses the other troll, working to open Summoner's fly. His own bulge is eager and excited by now, aroused by all the foreplay and teasing, and he ruts against his thigh with little gasps.]
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Boy?
[A chuckle, puckering his lips and blowing against Dualscar's fin before he moves a hand up to grab a horn. His grip is tight, secure, but not forcing his head any which way. The taste of alcohol is almost completely out of his mouth by now, but it's still in his nostrils, still swirling about his head. The cold touch of Dualscar's skin definitely keeps him active though. He grinds, gasping and arching his body up against him, smiling and closing his eyes when he feels a kiss brush into his hair, letting go of his horn when he starts to rub them against his own. Summoner doesn't often do horn rubbing, his just aren't the most sensitive and it's a little hard to do such small actions with them. So he just closes his eyes and lets Dualscar continue as he lays back again, spreading his wings to lay ontop of.]
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Summoner's question brings him pause, but he chuckles softly and goes on with the horn rubbing, his fingers moving down. He cups Summoner's bulge with his fingers, his hips rocking forward suggestively against Summoner's thigh.]
You're still a lot fuckin' younger than me, boy.
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[Summoner clamps his teeth shut and huffs, pushing his hips upward into that hand to get as much contact as he can. His legs open a little more smiling and tilting his head back.]
Yeah, guess so. I'll take the flattery, sure.
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