[That desperation doesn't really help here, kind of makes Dualscar more pathetic. Especially since he can easily feel it in the fish troll's actions.]
[If Dualscar feels awkward and strange doing flushed things, Summoner's a natural. He's keeping close, moving his hands here and there to rub and press against various parts of Dualscar's face and neck, sliding fingers behind his facial fins and rubbing against the skin there softly, brushing his thumbs over the fringed flesh. He kisses him deep, moving to work with Dualscar's actions instead of fighting against. And when that knee pushes closer he does as it wants, opening his legs a little more and even moving his hips closer to eagerly grind against his thigh.]
[Dualscar croons as Summoner touches his fins, and they fan out in invitation, his whole body shuddering with reaction to the sensations. That obviously feels wonderful, and Signless has gotten him used to having his fins touched.
This is so different from the last time they kissed, the last time they touched each other. Even though the alcohol haze, Dualscar's starting to notice. There's a part of him that's nervous at Summoner touching him in such sensitive places, despite how gentle it is.
Still, Summoner's eager reactions help to push away that nervousness, and he draws in a breath, grinding down against Summoner in response.]
[The reaction to fin touching is new, he doesn't have a lot of experience with seadwellers, just Dualscar, and before it wasn't as intimate. But this time, hearing those sounds, his movements are automatic and he's back to rubbing and caressing the thing skin. Everything about this is different, it's obvious Summoner's approaching this in a different way and any deep thought on it might be a little hard due to the liquor. But by now Summoner isn't really thinking period besides base instinct. He hears something good, he knows to keep doing it. He feels something good, wants it to keep happening.]
[That nervousness is easy to sense and Summoner just seems to naturally do his best to smooth it out; pulling from the kiss, curling forward and breathing a hot breath against the fin he's softly rubbing between fingers. Hips bucking up in a slow grind, leading Dualscar's movements smoothly as he arches his back up a little, wings barely twitching behind him. His movements are staying rather compassionate, but he's starting to move at a fast pace, making needy huffs and grunts against that fin near his mouth.]
[The gentler Summoner is, the needier Dualscar becomes. Black pailing is something Dualscar knows a lot about, but this gentle, soft passion is new and wonderful, and the sea dweller craves it. This is why Signless was able to break down his defences so easily.
His fins quiver under Summoner's touch and he moans again, his own fingers moving to try to return the favour. Without harsh scratches or bites, he kisses the other troll almost sweetly, and runs a hand down his side, slipping a thumb up under his shirt to touch skin, but there's an air of discovery and wonder about the movements.
Summoner's needy noises and movements egg him on, and Dualscar slides his hand fully under Summoner's shirt, trying to push it up and bare his torso. His lips move down to his throat, and for an instant there's a scrape of teeth, before he remembers and gentles it again, using lips and tongue to stimulate]
[That desperation gets more obvious to him as they continue and he's quick to indulge him. When you know you can make someone make such noises with a certain kind of touch, you keep doing it till it doesn't work anymore. So he continues to stimulate Dualscar's fins, gliding his fingers and tongue over the skin on one, and rubbing with index, middle, and thumb on the other.]
[His hands stay occupied, as does his mouth, so Dualscar's free to slide his hands up under his shirt. Granted the wrappings Summoner wraps his chest and arms with keeps most of his skin still hidden directly. Finger can still slide over his stomach though, he feels them softly glide over scars and muscles and huffs out a breath, those cold touches sending chills through him. Lysunder continues as he was, occasionally drifting to kiss at Dualscar's neck and jaw line. His back stays arched to accommodate his wings, both of which are starting to open a bit more.]
[Even if there weren't any alcohol in Dualscar's system, what Summoner's doing to his fins would drive him out of his mind and ensure he wasn't going to stop any time soon. He groans and squirms, his whole body shuddering as Summoner continues to stimulate such a sensitive part of his anatomy.
Dualscar takes advantage of the easy access, and hungrily runs his fingers over Summoner's hot flesh.]
[Well atleast he's doing something right then. Rubbing and licking, and huffing hot breathes against as Dualscar shudders. He breathes deep himself, feeling cold hands continue to slide over his skin and moans softly.]
Only gonna get w-warmer-
[Licks his lips, moving to kiss Dualscar's neck and suck there, fingers grinding into his hair, thumbs rubbing over his fins.]
Y-you're so cold, shit- 'least I can do is warm you up, huh?
[Chuckles a little, his words slightly slurred as he bucks his hips up and kisses Dualscar's neck again.]
[He tilts his head up, opening his throat to the kisses. If this were more black, he would be protecting such vulnerable places, as his throat and his fins. But Summoner is being so gentle, he doesn't feel unsafe doing this at all.]
Yeah... go ahead an wwarm me, boy. [He purrs the words, but warmly, almost affectionately. Even now he can't completely forget the disparity in their blood colours - mostly because Summoner is so hot against his skin
To soften the words, he turns his head and kisses Summoner's temple, then gently rubs his horns against Summoner's]
[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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[If Dualscar feels awkward and strange doing flushed things, Summoner's a natural. He's keeping close, moving his hands here and there to rub and press against various parts of Dualscar's face and neck, sliding fingers behind his facial fins and rubbing against the skin there softly, brushing his thumbs over the fringed flesh. He kisses him deep, moving to work with Dualscar's actions instead of fighting against. And when that knee pushes closer he does as it wants, opening his legs a little more and even moving his hips closer to eagerly grind against his thigh.]
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This is so different from the last time they kissed, the last time they touched each other. Even though the alcohol haze, Dualscar's starting to notice. There's a part of him that's nervous at Summoner touching him in such sensitive places, despite how gentle it is.
Still, Summoner's eager reactions help to push away that nervousness, and he draws in a breath, grinding down against Summoner in response.]
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[That nervousness is easy to sense and Summoner just seems to naturally do his best to smooth it out; pulling from the kiss, curling forward and breathing a hot breath against the fin he's softly rubbing between fingers. Hips bucking up in a slow grind, leading Dualscar's movements smoothly as he arches his back up a little, wings barely twitching behind him. His movements are staying rather compassionate, but he's starting to move at a fast pace, making needy huffs and grunts against that fin near his mouth.]
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His fins quiver under Summoner's touch and he moans again, his own fingers moving to try to return the favour. Without harsh scratches or bites, he kisses the other troll almost sweetly, and runs a hand down his side, slipping a thumb up under his shirt to touch skin, but there's an air of discovery and wonder about the movements.
Summoner's needy noises and movements egg him on, and Dualscar slides his hand fully under Summoner's shirt, trying to push it up and bare his torso. His lips move down to his throat, and for an instant there's a scrape of teeth, before he remembers and gentles it again, using lips and tongue to stimulate]
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[His hands stay occupied, as does his mouth, so Dualscar's free to slide his hands up under his shirt. Granted the wrappings Summoner wraps his chest and arms with keeps most of his skin still hidden directly. Finger can still slide over his stomach though, he feels them softly glide over scars and muscles and huffs out a breath, those cold touches sending chills through him. Lysunder continues as he was, occasionally drifting to kiss at Dualscar's neck and jaw line. His back stays arched to accommodate his wings, both of which are starting to open a bit more.]
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Dualscar takes advantage of the easy access, and hungrily runs his fingers over Summoner's hot flesh.]
S-so wwarm...
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Only gonna get w-warmer-
[Licks his lips, moving to kiss Dualscar's neck and suck there, fingers grinding into his hair, thumbs rubbing over his fins.]
Y-you're so cold, shit- 'least I can do is warm you up, huh?
[Chuckles a little, his words slightly slurred as he bucks his hips up and kisses Dualscar's neck again.]
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Yeah... go ahead an wwarm me, boy. [He purrs the words, but warmly, almost affectionately. Even now he can't completely forget the disparity in their blood colours - mostly because Summoner is so hot against his skin
To soften the words, he turns his head and kisses Summoner's temple, then gently rubs his horns against Summoner's]
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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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