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-- estrapadingTrueblue [ET] began communicating with proficientInternuncio [PI] at 23:20 -- ET: Hey good lookin. PI: joel. ET: Das me. How you doing. PI: we. PI: ...nn. PI: moisture. on person. ET: You take a shower? ET: I can confirm that its a thing you do from time to time. Not that Im privy where or how often. PI: no. was rammie. ET: She took you a shower? Thats fucking adorable. PI: no. PI: was pool. ET: Even better. ET: Bet you had fun. PI: yes. ET: Damn straight. PI: ... shoul shower. this is logical motion. PI: however. PI: you. ET: Me. The adjective the noun the verb. PI: yes. ET: I gotcha. Ill be around anyway so. ET: Hmu when youre free. PI: can wai. ET: Uh no. Aliens can catch chills too. ET: Just ask John. PI: no. ET: Alright if you wanna be stubborn we can just husk two corn at once and have you come over. ET: The mental imagery for your viewin pleasure. PI: yes. better plan. ET: Great minds think alike. ZUSERK: *He's at the vent cover shortly. It's definitely a different image seeing him emerge shirtless, probably, but check those SWEET LIGHTNING SWIM TRUNKS. Rammie made them for him okay. The last real signs of dampness are those and his hair, which is... somewhere between spiky and fluffy at the moment. He drops to the floor in a crouch.* JOEL: *Um. Joel is chilling in the bean bag pile, half watching Dangle Rooble animes and eating dried fruit snacks when Zuserk drops down.* .............. *slowly eats another raisin, giving him a passive stare down* JOEL: Guess it never occurred to me you had swim gear. Or needed it. ZUSERK: didn. ZUSERK: rammie. JOEL: You look good. ZUSERK: ... *just kind of crawls closer. sits nearby instead.* appreciae. ZUSERK: was no effor. JOEL: *offers him some dried fruit snacks* Like sure youre tryin but its practically effortless. ZUSERK: ... no. *reaches. he might... actually... eat some??? like, in front of him. incredible.* JOEL: *Joel isn't here to judge him. Pours out some dried bananas strawberries and raisins for him.* For what its worth. Youre more of a guy who goes for function over fashion anyway. JOEL: So I feel the no effort thing. ZUSERK: don seem... to require effor. have approval. of only relevan opinions. *he sticks a single banana slice in his mouth. CRUNCH.* JOEL: Sounds like a good deal. *cracks a smile to himself* Got your priorties straight. Like always. JOEL: You still down for that shower? ZUSERK: ... can leave now. yes. ZUSERK: *puts a raisin in his mouth.* JOEL: Uh no. JOEL: I mean my shower. JOEL: With me. ZUSERK: *slow smiles.* ZUSERK: hnn. JOEL: *...no. He was trying to be cool here and now that's ruined by a creeping blush to his face.* JOEL: Yeah just. JOEL: Think on it. Or something. ZUSERK: am teasin you. joel. JOEL: Its always somethin awful. *mild pout as he nibble this banana piece* ZUSERK: seems. exaggeration. JOEL: I thought trolls were all about exaggeration. JOEL: As well as mixin words together so they mean the same thing. JOEL: Awful can be good too. ZUSERK: am no trolls. ZUSERK: swell is goo. ZUSERK: say swell. JOEL: I bet it is. *srrrrrrks* ZUSERK: nnnn. JOEL: Swell I say. Swell. *cranks up the accent* ZUSERK: more. exaggeration. JOEL: For comedic effect. ZUSERK: is also. endearin. JOEL: Just makes for underestimation. JOEL: Surprises are the gifts that keep on giving. ZUSERK: yes. fin this true also. JOEL: *boink, flicks a raisin at his horn* ZUSERK: nn--! ZUSERK: *squint* JOEL: Five second rule. ZUSERK: *he just stares at the raisin on the floor. slowly picks it up. then reaches over and puts it up to Joel's mouth, completely stoic.* ZUSERK: helpin. JOEL: *stares him straight in the eye as he chomps it* Thank you hon. ZUSERK: welcome. JOEL: Aight. *starts climbing out of beanbag* Shower time. JOEL: Lets hop to it. JOEL: *offers one of his hands out to help him up* ... *decidedly offers both hands* ZUSERK: ... *just. puts the rest of the fruit in his mouth. FUCK IT. he has a couple free hands to grab Joel's in the meantime. He doesn't need them, but it's an excuse.* JOEL: *You're damn right it's an excuse. Zuserk gets a peck to the cheek as a reward.* ZUSERK: ... *soft crunching.* nn. JOEL: *He is cute... but that's completely normal. Tugs Zoos along by one maybe two fingers off towards the showers. Welcome back into his bathroom.* So what I was itching to say before. JOEL: I know what me and Pythia are going to get on building. JOEL: Bet you cant guess. ZUSERK: ... is. animal? JOEL: ...Not completely. *Okay. This could turn into a fun game. Joel is tugging off his shirt with a grin.* ZUSERK: *Zuserk is... watching. He doesn't have much to take off, here.* ... animal with. pythia aestheti. JOEL: I think that goes without sayin. *kicking off the lower half of his clothes now. He nude now and goes to fiddle with the shower.* JOEL: Its a robot its an animal. Kind of. JOEL: Its got Pythias aesthetic written all over it. ZUSERK: ... ZUSERK: *looks at the ceiling* ZUSERK: birdplane? JOEL: Holy shit. Thats incredible. *actually laughs and flicks his hand of nice warm water* Weirdly youre on the right track. JOEL: Sans the bird. ZUSERK: hnn... ZUSERK: *well, now he's really thinking about it.* JOEL: Ill give you one more guess. JOEL: Make it four. *wink* ZUSERK: can. be ridden. or driven. JOEL: *waggles eyebrows* ZUSERK: animal shape vehicle? ZUSERK: have to guess animal? ZUSERK: woul imagine. colorful. JOEL: Okay. So. Okay. *He's too excited to keep it a secret now.* Its gonna be a mecha suit right. ZUSERK: ... ZUSERK: oh. JOEL: Pink and all bunny themed and anime as shit. But its fun dude. Thats what makes it fun. ZUSERK: ... see. ZUSERK: *right. he was doing something. he slides those swim trunks off.* JOEL: Yeah and she really digs it so like. Why the hell not? *cheerful rambling, the happiest clam* ZUSERK: *dammit joel....* is. nice. yes. ZUSERK: gla for this. JOEL: Yeah haha. *rubs his arm and appears unconscious of it* Probably not as cool as what you and Rammie are gonna do. ZUSERK: don. see difference. JOEL: I mean I got the know how but none experience. Im probably gonna be asking my dads for advice... if they dont try taking it over themselves. ZUSERK: shouldn le them. is. your experience. JOEL: *makes himself busy jumping into the shower* ...Itll be a struggle either way. ZUSERK: yes. ZUSERK: can be overcome. also. JOEL: *gestures for him to come in* ZUSERK: *he's sort of hovering there just outside until Joel waves him in, and he steps in carefully, one ear flicking at the pelting of warm water.* JOEL: *immediately gets his hands up in his hair and smooches at his forehead* Im glad you had fun today. ZUSERK: *leans in so he can do just that.* am also. JOEL: What else happened? *rubbing his shoulders and chest down with soap. So lovingly.* I mean the swiim trunks gotta be excitin. ZUSERK: *oh no... that's nice... his eyes narrow to slits.* learne. rammie can swim. better than me. ZUSERK: ... no difficul accomplishmen. however. notable. ZUSERK: also. JOEL: Absolutely nobody could have seen that coming. *scrub scrub his arms* ZUSERK: am investigatin. a fashion rule. is. surprisingly difficul. JOEL: What rule are we talkin about. *shifting over to get at his back now* ZUSERK: whie. after "labor day." ZUSERK: *casually turns for him* JOEL: Eh. Its just some classist type bullshit made up on Earth culture for fucking ever ago. JOEL: Now its just a superstition. ZUSERK: can fin no certain source. is interestin. JOEL: Lets be real. Id never be able to participate in that practice. JOEL: Im white every goddamn day of my life. JOEL: At least my hair is lmao. ZUSERK: hair. coun as fashion? JOEL: Yes. You always take care of your hair. *Speaking of which, time to scrub the bug's scalp with shampoo. But alas. He is too tall.* Do the honors. JOEL: *gets at scrubbing his own scalp nice and clean* ZUSERK: ... hnn. *He doesn't know much about that, either. But he does know it is very easy to get distracted, instead, and any number of his hands find Joel's waist so he can lean down and kiss his neck. And probably get shampoo on his face. Is this not what Joel was wanting?? Too late.* JOEL: *hums at the smooch on his neck, the hands on his waist. Well no it's not EXACTLY what he wanted but he'll take it.* ...Do me next. *grins at him* ZUSERK: ... after this. *Yeah, he's reaching for the soap. Nothing more to say about that. Four whole soapy hands find different spots on Joel's torso, and maybe neither their gentleness or efficiency is a surprise.* JOEL: *It's no surprise at all and in fact, gives Joel a chance to start humming in earnest. First aimlessly and then with a little more direction.* Hmm hm hm.... oh damn oh damn im so perplexed.... Hmm hmn... Just one breath im locked in. JOEL: Da da da da da... On that its almost shockin. ZUSERK: ... *The odd thought occurs to him that Joel is revealing his inner songbird tendencies all of a sudden, and it might be more amusing if it were less charming. He hadn't entirely registered how he had started to smile, yet, gaze focused on his work.* JOEL: *He's happy therefore he sings.* Cause if I want you... and I want you babe... Aint goin backwards. Wont ask for space. JOEL: Cause space was just a word made up by someone whos afraid to get too... Close. (Ohhh.) ZUSERK: *As soon as he's done, he doesn't dare interrupt; instead, he just gets his arms around Joel's soapy body again, nuzzling right into the crook of his neck with a barely audible chirr. He's happy, too.* JOEL: *singing dissolves back into hum, lips pressing onto the skin of Zuserk's shoulder. A whole parade of gentle, warm kisses as a thumb draws idle circles there for a second.* ZUSERK: ... *He's crouching just a tiny bit just to get a couple hands secure on Joel's bottom and the other two on his thighs, and then he is apparently scooping him up, draping either leg at the sides of his hips, and rotating them around so Joel can meet the shower stream. He's also going to keep holding him. Nailed it.* JOEL: *Zuserk has got to be the fucking smoothest, always. Huffs as he's being lifted, still being NEW to this whole manhandling business. And given the compromising position, Joel's humming faulters altogether. Just to look at him. Maybe steal a few kisses... or just one that lingers....* ZUSERK: *Smooth?? This was just an impulse he ran with, but he's glad he did, glad for the way the taste settles on his lips with the same kind of unspoken promise he's coming to know. What is a bit less intentional is the slightest brush of movement at the underside of one of Joel's thighs. Whoops??* JOEL: Mmm... *What is that. His first guess is that it's one of Zuserk's hands, plus it's not like he can crane himself to see or anything. But one thing he could say that for as slight as it is, it sure feels good. The questioning 'mm's become more 'mhmm's of curiousity. He returns to the regularly scheduled programming of pressing soft kisses to the corners of Zuserk's mouth.* ZUSERK: *He's sort of hesitant to move now, to further give himself away -- not for his sake, of course, but more for Joel's. He doesn't want to... startle him? Nothing wrong with being careful. He sort of hasn't thought of how he's just staring at Joel while he considers all this. His bulge isn't much getting it, either, with how it inches out further and swipes closer to the inside of his thigh. Kind of making the whole consideration a moot point, here.* JOEL: *So the first time was a guess, the second time he feels movement along his thigh, all doubt is removed from his mind. Joel is now up to speed with exactly what was going on, as evident by the glance he steals from Zuserk. Congratulations everyone.* ...... *still looking right at Zuserk as he begins rubbing himself against him, catching whatever friction he could here with his legs still wrapped around his sides. Yes. So far so good.* ZUSERK: ahh-- hn-- *Alright, that is definitely much quicker than /inching/ out now, all cool and slick and broad and pressing up into Joel from below, and his hold his almost the tiniest bit shaky now. Zuserk makes the decision to get them a little more support, so he turns just enough to press Joel's back into the shower wall instead of nothing, his bulge just sort of swiping around at whim and closer, more curious still.- ZUSERK: ... joel. JOEL: Nnnhh... *That wall was ungodly cold, but nothing compared to the front half of him. The half that's being pressed in by Zuserk and striking some... stirrings from deep inside. Arms and legs tense around the hold Joel has around him as he exhales.* ...Yeah? *Keep it cool, keep it casual. Act like being crushed against the shower wall wasn't making hard, if the bulge running under him wasn't alread JOEL: y. Everything's fine.* ZUSERK: *He's watching Joel straight on, carefully observing any change in expression, anything he can try to pick up on and make sense out of. But he still needs to ask, as always.* wha... woul you. lie. to do. here? JOEL: Like specifically? Cuz... *Yep, that is still squirming he's feeling at his underside. It makes Joel distracted for a moment long enough to trail off. Oh yeah. Words.* We have options. Might wanna analyze those first. ZUSERK: yes. ZUSERK: pu you here. ZUSERK: seems fair to inquire. JOEL: Build us up a presentation for the board members. Run it by them for approval. Get the shit patented and sold in department stores nationwide. ZUSERK: ... JOEL: Im talkin pictographs and pie charts. JOEL: This is... hard business. *There it is.* ZUSERK: *His gaze sort of trails down for a moment before snapping back up.* ... yes? JOEL: Resounding yeses from the audience. *begins rubbing himself again, his back helpfully supported by the wall behind him. Zuserk better not loosen his grip.* I say... We go with this fine helpin of resources and see just what comes out of it. JOEL: Alternatively. JOEL: I could stand to kneel for a time. *says this like hmmm yeah* ZUSERK: *His bulge is pressing up closer, sort of nudging its way between yielding flesh, and he's only sort of maybe seventy-five percent listening to Joel as his nerves spark blissfully for attention. He's definitely not letting go; rather, he holds a little tighter.* --yes? JOEL: Ye-.... *words catch because the sliding has become nudging and it's really REALLY very distracting. Not to mention insistant. Joel can't find that he can ramble too much more.* JOEL: Y es. *Fuck.* ZUSERK: *He huffs out, soft, and he can't entirely help the need to lower his head again, his horns lightly tapping the shower wall and sort of jolting him, but he can ignore it for the sake of burying his face in Joel's warm shoulder and pressing a kiss there, breath hitching again as the tip of his bulge has definitely gotten the gist of all this and is presently making an attempt to work itself into Joel, slow and seeping out a convenient slickness.* nn... JOEL: *It was an... interesting sensation. Joel's voice faltering even more the further a PROBING pressed into, followed by the rapid decline in stringed thoughts as the pressure increased. Very slightly but definitely. Interesting. It's the only word coming to him right now, heart thumping in his chest. With Zuserk's breath on his shoulder, Joel wills his legs to relax from around him, relying on the inclination of his back against the shower and the guy's strength enough to just CARRY him. Bent knees and feet dangle on either side of Zuserk as Joel's upper half curls into him, a sound beginning to grind out of him.* ...Shit. *puffs. Where he can't squirm from below, his fingers are tensing into Zuserk's back. He's waiting for more.* ZUSERK: *His kisses trail over to Joel's neck in an instinctual attempt at reassurance as Zuserk senses the tension releasing, shifting in his body, carefully holding up the weight with little difficulty as of yet and more than content to allow Joel to make himself comfortable in whatever way he needed. This was, as he understood, a somewhat delicate act. He isn't trying to actively push quite so much anymore as he feels himself languidly sliding in deeper, the softest rumble of a hum in his chest.* joel... is... alrigh? JOEL: Yeah yeah I... *hhh. He hadn't even realized how hot his face was feeling, not until cool lips kiss along his neck. He's arching his neck then, the more the flexible shape pressed into him. Teeth clamped down on his lip, Joel had to be conscious of his own tightness resisting entry but. Shit shit. Zuserk was always so careful and gentle with him, it wasn't all that Joel could focus on right now.* JOEL: Cant... words. Right now. *breathes out against his shoulder, his attention wavering completely. There was... an acute difference in temperature for one. The sensation of something DEFINITELY moving inside him until- Woah. Woaahhhhhhmmnnnn. A similar sound escapes him as the bulge tip teases at a certain spot deep inside. Where Joel was feeling the warmth of arousal spread slow as melting butter before, suddenly spiked in intensity. Evident by his gasp, the digging of his fingers finally, and the pulsations in the cock pressed up against Zuserk's belly. Can't be much doubt there.* ZUSERK: --nn? *The vocal affirmation had been one thing, but /this/ -- Joel's gasping, arching body, fingertips (harmlessly) digging into Zuserk's skin, hot flesh pressed against him like it's starved for attention -- that is all quite a bit different. Clearly, he's caused it somehow, and the curiosity has him flexing his own cock inside Joel, wondering where it's all coming from, if he can replicate the reaction, multiply it. One of his hands reaches closer between them, but ends up hovering over Joel's erection indecisively, not willing just yet to interrupt the experiment.* JOEL: *the second time the jolt of pleasure surges through him... INTO that sweet spot deep inside, a brilliant collection of curses start spilling out before Joel can help it, fingernails scrabbling at Zuserk's back. Punctated mostly by the cry he's not very successfully but trying to keep a lid on.* Motherfffffuuuuu--ahhhhh...! *Helplessly caught up in how his insides were being stroked, how he seemed to tense from around Zuserk but still want more. It's then that his mouth is pressing back to Zoos's shoulder, kissing breathlessly, and then sinking dull teeth against gray flesh. Worrying purple spots to appear. This was all happening very fast for Joel.* Mmmmnnnnn... ZUSERK: *Oh. Okay. That's an even more distinct reaction than he had been expecting, and he almost wished he could make actual notes; he supposed he didn't need to, though, because he suspected he wasn't going to forget any of this just yet. He would have time just to experience it for now, to let it happen, and the idea of continuing to be a part of this, as he did with Joel, was still as different as it was thrilling. He wasn't sure what to think about the teeth on his shoulder; was it encouragement? Just self-expression? A different kind of message? For now, he's still going, flexing turned to gentle squirming, mapping out this new territory with each slow-passing second. He finally lets that hand fall, fingers curling around hard-pulsing flesh in a hold he imagines in his head is reassuring, but is probably mostly just further agitating.* isn... hurtin? joel? *Maybe a funny question to ask the guy currently biting him, but, you know.* JOEL: *Goddamn the talking thing again. The bites dissolve a bit as he attempts to string some words together.* N... no. Im not gonna.... *The back of his head presses against the shower wall as a full body shudder passes through him, leaving Joel's to chest to expand helplessly for breath. Every slight brush and movement inside further winds the heat for him. The shaft of his dick is taken in by a cool, gentle palm and he knows it's only a matter of time.* Shit... *Hhhh.* ZUSERK: *Isn't going to what? There are so many mysteries to solve and so little time to do it, so divided in focus, and maybe he just has to sacrifice some things for the sake of not letting his mind get too far on a tangent. It's sort of difficult, but he's trying. Redirect thoughts to his own sensations for a minute, and it's occurring to him rather suddenly how /nice/ it feels, how Joel shuddering and panting in his hold isn't just interesting but /interesting/, and the way his hand moves around heated flesh seems natural to match how his bulge gladly writhes in tight-enveloping warmth, the rest of his hold on Joel sort of shifting to angle him closer, and he's vaguely aware of the water getting cooler as it continues impassively pelting his legs.* ZUSERK: *He sort of nuzzles his face into the side of Joel's, voice low, closer to his ear.* souns... better. then. is i? joel? JOEL: *if he could be rocking himself into Zuserk's hand, he would be. And it seems like the shocks of pleasure have some place to go now, Joel breathing hard against his neck. The sound he grinds out eminates from deep inside the liquid heat of his core, a catalystic side effect of the proximity of Zuserk's voice. Versus the contrast of everything he was doing to him.* Its... so fuckin gOOD. *WHINES in a pathetic kind of way he's really going to regret later. But sooner actually because as Joel is making an embarrassment of himself, he is also being pumped closer and closer to the edge. Cock is straining under the moving palm, dribbling in a viscous mess until... that last reflexive roll of Zuserk's bulge deep within his buried flesh. Hot muscles tense all over until the pulses are overtaking him. And curling out his spine so fast, Joel doesn't even have time to vocalize it properly.* AH--!! ZUSERK: *It's strange, how he sort of lets himself get lost in this for so many long, wonderful seconds, how he doesn't know anything else in the world but Joel's body against him and around him, every sound and movement and breath, every warm, shifting, slick sensation -- everything, all at once. So when it happens, it's not that he's taken off guard, per se, but that he found it difficult to prepare himself for what it felt like to be a part of Joel while he experienced something wonderful, something so overwhelming that it overwhelmed him, too. He could do little else but be present in every way, the sounds of Joel's cries etching themselves on the walls of his mind, the feeling of all the tension in the world and how it seemed to empty out all at once onto him, which... wasn't entirely wrong, actually, if he were also considering the warmth that spilled onto his skin. Which, of course, he was. He seemed too awed to do much but experience it alongside Joel, encouraging what he could until he let his movements ebb away completely, to let Joel breathe. He hasn't pulled out yet, but it occurs to him that maybe he should. He will decide in a minute, once he stops staring at Joel's face and vicariously seeing stars.* JOEL: Jesus- fuck-! *The worst part is yet to come for Joel. Even as the white hot shock of his orgasm washes over his skin and ebbs slightly... the squirming motions pressing into him is still spreading HEAT into his hyper-sensitive core. F UCK was right. None of it is Zuserk's intention, he would guess, if he could afford to guess right now. The sensation was all too new and raw for Joel because... truth be told. He's never done more than finger himself before, and even that was all experiments from days when Joel would reprimand himself for exploring this kind of pleasure. The sad testament of a bro backed up in his own little closet space. But nevermind all of that. Joel was currently too tender from the inside out, spineless now that the first tension had rocked out of him, and too aware of his own dick beginning to twitch again. Eyes can focus on Zuserk again, the way the other stared at him. It perpetuated the intensity of the weight still pressing into him and how it was wringing fragments of the truth out the mess that was Joel. Such ragged, pained sounding puffs of breath.* One more... Zuser k Im gonna...! ZUSERK: *Wait-- Wait, /what?/ He was /just/ about to pull out, concerned by those heavy breaths, when Joel spoke up. Now, his gaze was flickering between Joel's face and his own hand, still curled around what seemed to be a very confused cock (at least they had that in common), and he risks loosening his grip to slide his touch over it, instead, feather-light, as some sort of compromise between stopping or continuing just in case either happened to be wrong. His bulge, though -- that wasn't hesitating nearly so easily, especially with how every thought and image and feeling just soaked its way into Zuserk's bones and made it relatively /impossible/ for him not to be all the more achingly aroused.* JOEL: Fuuuuckkkkkk- *it's the only sound that he can make in these dizzying slow seconds, teetering between spilling over again and being strung from the inside out on sensitivity. The slide of his touch was borderline agonizing and elicts another yearning groan from him. Closer to a plead, actually. He is panting and taking up Zuserk's hand around his dick to give himself a shaky squeeze. Joel feels himself so close, every consequence and hint of shame is virtually nonexistant to his brain. Before he knows it, his hand is pumping Zuserk's touch over him again and again until... Joel is losing himself to the rush of release again with another powerful shudder. Rest in fucking pieces.* ZUSERK: *The curse doesn't make much of anything clearer, but the hand around his does, in fact, and it's easy enough to get the hint, to follow the motions, even if he's amused by how Joel's taken over at least half the effort out of raw desperation; though, "amused" is probably a little too succinct to really summarize everything he feels about all of this, his gaze still trying to decide where to settle as he allows Joel to use him to work himself to orgasm, again. This time, after witnessing another spectacular display of messy unraveling, he decides he /should/ pull out, so he withdraws slow and easy as he supports the entirety of Joel's weight still, shifting mindfully, but not too much. He might just give him a minute before actually putting him down, the hand that was previously touching Joel now moving to squeeze around the base of his own bulge. He watches, waits.* JOEL: *Spectacular might be one way Zuserk summarizes it but Joel was still coming to terms that it happened at all. But there's no denying the mess of himself, the wobbly useless feel in his knees, and his won bonelessness as he leans heavily into Zuserk's chest. Utterly spent and burning in his own creeping shame.* ............. *Would it be okay to ignore what just happened for a few minutes? These particular few minutes to be exact? But no, leave it to Joel to ruin the moment by being a dork.* ...I swear to god I had no idea that was going to happen. ZUSERK: *He's quiet for several seconds.* ... admi. didn predi either. JOEL: *groans... Alright. Let him forget about the exact HEIGHT of his embarrassment and stroke fingers at Zuserk's nice curly tentadick. Let it roll into his palm a little, or if not, stroke it with some encouragement to do so. Sneaks a surly glance up at him before just. Drawing himself close enough to press a kiss to him.* ZUSERK: *Oh. That is what's happening now, apparently, and of course there's no way his bulge is even going to bother trying to resist the promise of more contact, more things to throw itself into and writhe against. Zuserk has no idea what that look is supposed to mean, presently, but he knows exactly how the pulse between his thighs is taking it, how the soft press of lips forces a rolling spasm all the way to his tip.* --/nn/. ZUSERK: shoul. pu you down... *It's almost sort of a question.* JOEL: ...Yeah. *veeeeery reluctantly starts shifting for Zuserk to set his feet on the ground. He stands, abeit still leaning back against the shower wall but still. The better to kiss at his chest and work both hands along his twisting, dripping bulge.* ZUSERK: *He was going to maybe let him sit or something after all that, but making things happen right now is becoming increasingly more difficult, and he realizes he had rested a now-free hand against the shower wall at some point, another one or two still holding onto Joel and torn between moving this elsewhere and moving /at all/. He probably said Joel's name again in between thoughts, but he wasn't about to dwell on it.* JOEL: *Whatever is going through Zuserk's mind at the time, Joel has no idea. He's too busy focusing on the sweet sound of his name and giving his bulge a nice rub down. And nothing said he was restricted to just using his hands. Joel guides it to squirm against the flat of his stomach, running his handle on it in slick smooth motions. All the way up to the tip with one hand and back to the base with the other. Kisses press onto the side of his face, whatever bit of nuzzling skin his mouth could reach.* Cmon baby youre gettin there. *sighs his encouragment and slides the flat of his palm down his length again and again* ZUSERK: *Similar to his previous failed prediction, he couldn't have predicted how the words felt like striking a match in his head, the subsequent heat trailing its way all the way down to his belly, and he was sure he must have felt almost /warm/, if that meant anything to the comparatively feverish skin he couldn't help leaning into, clinging closer, puffing out less and less controlled breaths and seeking further assurances and encouragements as if they would keep him on his feet, despite the fact that he was fairly certain they only made him feel dizzier. It was a funny thing he said, then. It might be funnier if Joel could actually decipher it.* woul you... tell me-- nn... JOEL: Tell you what... how fucking good you are to me? *nibbles and murmurs into a floppy ear, his touch only seeming to grow more paced and thorough over the tense dark purple flesh.* Or how good you are at fucking me. *cracks a grin and swipes his tongue along the crook of his jaw, kissing and still whispering.* JOEL: Either way... One of these days Ill make a fucking mess of you. Just for a taste of what you do to me. Fuck... *mouths at his neck with another sigh* If I dont wish I was tasting you right now. Goddamn greedy... ZUSERK: *The hushed sound of Joel's voice in his ear combined with the sharp little presses of teeth, those were enough, but the words kept going, his mouth still wandering, and his hands hadn't slacked the whole time; his body felt like one rigid line soaking in more tension than it could responsibly take, the actual meanings of the words bouncing around his skullspace far too quickly for his body to respond with little more than figurative curses at how the sensations piled onto one another. These words, they weren't what he had been asking for exactly, but neither he or his bulge were disappointed by the response. Except that maybe Zuserk wished he had been able to hold out long enough to clarify before the very literal splatter of plum-colored material that seemed to happen in any direction it damn well pleased. Formerly intensely quiet Zuserk was turning into a rarer, much louder Zuserk fairly immediately, even if he's entirely aware of how counterintuitive it is to be loud but he doesn't /care/ presently because he can feel himself throbbing in Joel's slickened fists, the heat of his skin and the way his own thready, breathy moans echo in the small space between his mouth and the side of Joel's head, where he is presently hiding his burning face, seemingly to stay for some time.* JOEL: Shit... *puffs out as finally Zuserk spills over. The intensity was in those few seconds that his arms tensed around him, felt the cool gush of color onto his midrift, stunning enough to rob Joel of his breath all over again. And all he could do was mutter further encouragements, barely audible, as he lets Zoos ride out the pleasure in his palms. He swears he wants to catch the heat of that sound in his mouth, which would explain the kisses he was craning to peck to him. Soft and congratulatory.* ZUSERK: *There's a soft /squish/ as he just sort of presses himself the rest of the way into Joel to lean, grunting softly at how he's trapped his bulge there between them, but that's probably for the best until he can clean it off, anyway. He's more than open to kisses, even if he's a little too dazed to be returning them properly.* nnnn... JOEL: Kinda makes you wish we were canoodlin now huh. *snickering, circling an affectionate thumb the tip of his bulge. They're both just leaning up against the shower all, Joel completely happy to envelop himself against him.* But damn if this aint just as good. *He's subject to ramble a little bit. This WAS a mess of purple he had on himself. It was pretty distracting.* ZUSERK: ... canoodlin? *Sorry Joel, he's sort of stuck on that word.* JOEL: *It's okay. He's gotchu, Zuserk.* Yeah. Of the post coitus variety. Casnugglin canoodlin. ZUSERK: ... this is... no the same? *He doesn't understand. Also, his head is kind of foggy. Also, Joel's very close face is incredibly attractive. Also, Joel's thumb is still touching his bulge.* JOEL: Im not snuggling you but. I am fairly... distracted. *eyes fall to take a gander at the bulge again. Yes he is still touching him.* JOEL: Doesnt really count. ZUSERK: can. mae coun...? JOEL: No worries. Well get around to that. *sneaks a glance at him* How are you feelin? ZUSERK: ... nnn. ZUSERK: *He takes a few seconds.* ... swell. JOEL: Hm oh well guess I already knew that. *says while thumbing Mister Wiggly here. Joel please.* ZUSERK: ... joel... *Why.* JOEL: Huh. JOEL: Yeah. ZUSERK: am. ZUSERK: nn. ZUSERK: is... ZUSERK: touchin. ZUSERK: *He's kind of shifting a little, maybe trying to pull back some?? But not much. He's feeling a weird kind of indecisive.* JOEL: Oh yeah. Okay. *Doesn't think twice about it before releasing him. Slowly straightens himself up too.* My bad. ZUSERK: *He huffs a little breath, not certain if that was what he really wanted, but at least maybe he can string a thought and a sentence together, now. Not that he's going to use that opportunity just yet, because he's leaning to kiss Joel again, grabbing his own bulge before it makes any attempts to run away.* ... appreciae. you. JOEL: *The thing about Zuserk is Joel can never REALLY predict what's going on in his head unless the guy outright spelt it out for him. Or kissed him and reached to touch his own bulge like it was the only natural thing to do. God damn. He only speaks once his lips aren't otherwise occupied.* ...I gotta say I find myself appreciating you too. ZUSERK: *There's something about it -- all of it, but mostly and especially just Joel -- that makes him smile. He's tugging Joel away from the wall again, gently, closer to the stream of water.* wan... to finish here? or. have other plans. JOEL: Oh. Nope. Im uhh... *the water hits his hair or maybe its the lugging that studders his thoughts. The slight discomfort of walking? Joel's face is feeling hot with embarrassment all over again but it's not like he knew anything about that.* Nah. Im good. ZUSERK: ... joel. ZUSERK: hesitation. ZUSERK: *He's just pausing right there.* JOEL: Im talking about plans. I have no plans Im just... good. *YOURE NOT HELPING HIS FLUSTERED.* ZUSERK: somethin else. JOEL: Right. JOEL: Think you might be referencing how its a lil hard for me to walk straight right now. *Let him die.* ZUSERK: ... oh. ZUSERK: ... ZUSERK: can hol you. JOEL: Thats embarrassin. *Let him d i e.* ZUSERK: isn. ZUSERK: seems. natural response. ZUSERK: wan to assis. JOEL: I know it is and also I know you do. *huffs* Let me just... dry myself off first at least. ZUSERK: ... okay. ZUSERK: *He's just going to pull away, then, and continue to address himself in this stream of water.* JOEL: *starts to step out of the shower, wringing out his hair and going for a towel. He is very determined about this.* ZUSERK: *Maybe he messed up?? He doesn't know. It's still hard for him to tell. It seems reasonable just to let Joel have what he wants, for now, except that the question won't stop bouncing around in his head while he finishes washing himself off, so of course he can't stop himself from asking after he switches the water off.* ... upse. with me? JOEL: Not... really. *God, he was feeling dumb. Just throwing on some pajama pants.* Its just me being. JOEL: An idiot about his pride. ZUSERK: *He still hasn't even stepped out of the shower, just standing there as thoughts run through his head, as he tries to pick over them as rapidly as he can. Maybe this was something he shouldn't have done. Maybe Joel hadn't been ready. Maybe he had hurt him, maybe Joel was hurt by /that/, maybe-- no, no. Make sense of this.* ZUSERK: ... elaborae? JOEL: *He can see the thoughts racing for Zuserk plain as day and if anything, it only makes Joel more frustrated with himself. The towel running through the white springs of his hair is agitated.* I was just. Embarrassed. JOEL: Cuz its not supposed to be a big deal and it really isnt. *the heat on his face is very present* I just wanted to handle it like it aint a big dea but. That also conflicts with you wanting to take care of me and its all... Just my issue. God. ZUSERK: *He's still standing there, trying to work all of this out. It's a lot more difficult to buy himself time in person than over a chat client.* ... brough. attention to this. causes you discomfor. ZUSERK: maybe. too soon. JOEL: *Why'd he have to be such an asshole.* Baby no. It wasnt. I wanted it and you wanted it. Im the one whos gotta get over himself?? JOEL: Dont. *Fuck, now he's swallowing hard.* Dont let me why you regret it happening now. ZUSERK: *He feels like he is making this worse, now, but he isn't sure what else to do than try to make sense of all this in order to make it better. Isn't that what he's doing? But Joel is getting upset.* only. wan to be. ready. nice. for you. ZUSERK: don. know wha. ZUSERK: shoul. ZUSERK: do wha? now? JOEL: Nothing. None of this... is your fault. *fists are slowly unclenching. He didn't even realize they were closed. He's just giving Zuserk the most pathetic soaked puppy dog look now.* Hold me maybe. ZUSERK: ... *Oh. He thinks he is starting to understand, and after a few more seconds, it's apparent how he starts to relax, standing up a little straighter.* ZUSERK: can do this. ZUSERK: *Two hands move up to press at his eyes, and then he's stepping out, still... very wet.* JOEL: *It hurt for Joel to see him that way. BECAUSE of Joel. The least he can do is to close the space between them with a towel. Keep the self reprimands all to himself and just focus on the look on his face. Secures the towel onto his front.* ...Zoo. ZUSERK: *He's reaching more for Joel than for the towel. That is the thing that makes sense right now.* joel. JOEL: *frames his face with part of the fluffy towel* Im sorry. ZUSERK: am also. JOEL: Stupid stuff happens sometimes. But. *nuzzles at his forehead* I love you. ZUSERK: ... *Oh. This. This is a little different than just giving love, the whole... receiving it, thing. That freezes him up for a good several seconds to process. He almost wants to ask Joel to clarify, but that seems like it might be inappropriate. He doesn't know what to say to that, except for the obvious.* ZUSERK: love you. ZUSERK: love you also. JOEL: Yeah? *pressing soft kisses to him now* Even if I end up screwing up under the best of circumstances? *kiss kiss* Lemme say... these were some damn great circumstances. *tinier kiss* ZUSERK: *Well, it's hard not to try to draw him closer with all those kisses happening; looks like Joel didn't need to ask to be held.* ZUSERK: don believe. is over ye. JOEL: Nah Im looking forward to a potential rub down also. Reflectin with some astonishment that this happened at all. Holy shit. ZUSERK: can do this also. ZUSERK: possibilities. endless. JOEL: Golly. Youre better than I deserve sometimes. *snuggles against his chest. He can't help it. The guilty feelings still linger but. He still had Zuserk. They could work through it.* ZUSERK: always. deserve better. *What he likes about human heads is how easy they are to nuzzle. No horns to worry about jostling.* JOEL: *And Joel's head was made with extra floof for maximum nuzzle.* Dammit... you drive me fucking crazy. ZUSERK: is goo? ZUSERK: ... hnn. JOEL: *kisses at his chin now* Its the best thing thats ever happened to me. ZUSERK: *Oh. That is. A little more than he was expecting. A lot more. He doesn't even know what to say to that one. Some things just seem not to have appropriate responses. Maybe if he holds Joel a little tighter, he will understand.* JOEL: Also its goo. *buries himself in a four armed hug, smiling against his chest the whole time* ZUSERK: nnnnnnn... ZUSERK: hnhnhn. JOEL: (Fuck youre laughing.) ZUSERK: *IT'S NOT HIS FAULT, HE'S HAPPY.* ZUSERK: *Except now that Joel pointed it out, he's laughing more. Whoops.* JOEL: (Oh my godddddd.) ZUSERK: *Just. Buries his face in the hair. More muffled laughter.* JOEL: *Well his shit is officially lost. Tears might prickle his eyes but theyre the HAPPIEST kind imaginable, Joel can't really compare it to anything he's experienced before. After that brief episode of stupid, Joel felt so whole in this one moment right after.* JOEL: Think Im ready for that casnugglin session now. ZUSERK: *He's getting a standing snuggle, at any rate. The laughter eventually ebbs.* yes. *Nods into the damp fluff.* now. JOEL: Take me. *tugs at him. Carry him.* ZUSERK: ... ! *Yes! He loosens his hold so he can lean carefully, shift around and scoop Joel up at the back of the thighs and the back of the knees simultaneously, slow and delicate.* is alrigh? JOEL: Is goo. *grins like a shit. He's never letting this go.* ZUSERK: nnnn... ZUSERK: goo. ZUSERK: *kisses Joel's soft, warm cheek, and then he's carrying him right back into the room, holding him just over the bed. If Joel doesn't have the towel still, he sure doesn't. He's just as careful setting him down as he was picking him up, but he doesn't exactly pull away.* JOEL: *good because Joel is tugging him downward, big old grin still on his face as he squeezes him* You ever feel cold? ZUSERK: yes. JOEL: How bad of an idea would it be if I warmed you up. ZUSERK: ... no ba. ZUSERK: even say. goo. JOEL: Aight. Hammock time. *starts crawling that way* ZUSERK: ! ZUSERK: yess. JOEL: Get your ass up here. *There are weighted blankets and pillows. Yesss is a good reaction to have.* ZUSERK: yes. ZUSERK: *He's coming, easy. Crawling is no object here with this many limbs.* JOEL: *gets the scuttling bug all cozy in the hammock with him. It'll get warm in no time, just watch.* ZUSERK: *He can anticipate that, especially with a lack of barriers between him and... everything he's about to touch. It's definitely not often that he does this, either, unless he's with Joel. All of these things are beginning to feel increasingly significant, now that he has the experiences to understand them. Maybe he will considering sleeping this time, but mostly, he just wants to feel this, because something about it never gets old. So he presses in close to the warmest body he knows, fitting his arms around him, because it's becoming more difficult not to feel like they belong there.* JOEL: *Does Zuserk like neck massages? Joel is working some gentle fingers into the back of his neck, down into his shoulders, and back again. The longer the quiet, the better he could appreciate how well these moments worked for them. No words, just Joel and Zuserk having each other.* ZUSERK: *Oh-- shit. He definitely does right now, if the inevitable quiet bug noises aren't indicative of that. He kind of wants to return the favor, so his own fingers move into gentle-pressed circles against Joel's back as he holds him. Who says they can't both get rubs?? Not him.* JOEL: *sighs and will himself to relax as well.* We wanna go back to where we belong... it isnt quite where we came from... its somewhere between the truth in the night... JOEL: Were nothing short but it feels right... feels right. ZUSERK: *He quiets his own sounds just to listen to Joel sing, to hear the beautiful sound and let it fill him up the same way Joel is so full from it that he can't help but let it out, and it's a wonderful feeling, unlike anything else. It's just what being with Joel is like.* JOEL: *Eventually the words die down to hums alone, Joel just kissing at the curl of his horns. Content with his steady massages until finally... he starts to doze off.* ZUSERK: *He doesn't stop touching still, for a time, able to keep it up pretty easily, and maybe he isn't thinking so much about whether or not Joel is asleep. Rather, he's thinking about the taste of his lips, and he's trying to etch the feeling into his brain to keep.*

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-- trenchantDynamo [TD] began communicating with proficientInternuncio [PI] at 21:39 -- TD: Hi Zuserrrk. TD: Arrre you doing anything parrrticularrrly imporrrtant? TD: Aside frrrom watching Joel sleep. I mean. PI: nnnn. PI: no doin this currently. TD: What a shame. But also not because, I would like to hang out if you'rrre available. TD: The fun things we talked about. PI: yes. can do this. PI: will be there momentarily. TD: Alrrright. I'll rrroll out the welcome mat. TD: Just kidding. TD: It's always therrre. RAMMIE: *The legit welcome mat beneath the vent though* ZUSERK: *When he crawls out of the vent this time, he takes a moment or two to stare at the mat, amused (and warmed, somehow) before shuffling closer to Rammie.* yes. shoul kee this. RAMMIE: *Turns from her desk and stands as he drops in* I'm glad you like it. RAMMIE: I thought it only apprrroprrriate since my doorrr has one. RAMMIE: You shouldn't be missing out on all the floorrrrmat fun. ZUSERK: ... rational enough conclusion. considerin. circumstances. ZUSERK: have. specifi plan? RAMMIE: Yes I did actually. RAMMIE: Remember when I said I made you a swimsuit? RAMMIE: Or, um. Do you swim? RAMMIE: I forrrgot to ask that. ZUSERK: ... occasionally. ZUSERK: ten to. stay above groun mos of the time. admittedly. RAMMIE: Hm. *She's already made him pajamas but what kind of sleepover activities could they do? She didn't even ask him if he had plans for the rest of the night* RAMMIE: *What else has she made him recently. Well. Something useful for this second* RAMMIE: *Formal wear, space travel, aquatic exploration, forestry explortaion. More casual wear* ..... RAMMIE: Um. RAMMIE: Would you. Like some tea? RAMMIE: *HHHH* ZUSERK: *He watches her even while she thinks, almost like he's trying to decipher those numerous thoughts in her head with the way his brows knit. But he doesn't comment.* ZUSERK: woul. yes. RAMMIE: *clears her throat* Alrrright. How does rrrraspberrrrrrrrry sound? RAMMIE: Today feels like a frrrruit tea kind of day. RAMMIE: *Goes to put on that water, gestures to chair* ZUSERK: enjoy frui. *Oh, yeah. Sitting is a thing. He does it as soon as she gestures.* ZUSERK: whas... on your min? ZUSERK: curious. RAMMIE: *steeps the tea and pauses moment* Well. RAMMIE: I didn't have. Much of a Plan B. RAMMIE: Or no Plan B. RAMMIE: As for what we could do... ZUSERK: ... was swimmin. plan a? RAMMIE: Yes. But it's fine. I should've made surrrre it was a thing you liked to do. RAMMIE: I also should've had a back-up plan at the verrrrry least. ZUSERK: don dislie. an wouldn. with you. RAMMIE: I see... *Fiddles with the teapot* Well. In that case. Would you like to do that with me? RAMMIE: Rrrright now? ZUSERK: *Something about the way she's acting makes it difficult for him not to smile.* ZUSERK: yes. ZUSERK: woul. RAMMIE: *He's smiling and it's adorable and it makes her smile even if she's not being as smooth as she'd like* Good. Then, I should show you yourrrr options. ZUSERK: yes. shoul. RAMMIE: *Lifts hands from the teapot. Pauses... puts out sugar. then shuffles over to pull out a rack, shifting through the articles of clothing and grabs up a few. Look at all these options Zuserk. There's unlimited in how much skin he really wants to or doesn't want to bare. She pauses then shoves something back and presents all the things randing from a wetsuit to a toight but nice pair of swim shorty RAMMIE: shorts* ZUSERK: *oh. that. was a little unexpected, but maybe it shouldn't have been. he knows what a hard worker she is. but for him, specifically? the realization has a gradual purple coloring his cheeks, and he's definitely distracted from the tea for the moment, standing to step closer and get a better look. his mind sort of sticks on the thing she shoved back, though -- a habit, noticing what people are tryi ZUSERK: ng to hide.* ... is. very impressive. ZUSERK: uncertain. how to choose. RAMMIE: *Listen, lets focus on whats here* Oh. Is it? I suppose... I just wasn't surrrre about yourrr choice of swimwearrrr. RAMMIE: Take yourrrr time howeverrr. ZUSERK: don. mae this choice. ... often. *he sort of paws through them, feeling mostly just as uncertain, gaze sliding back to her after a moment.* ZUSERK: woul... wan. me to try any. in particular? RAMMIE: Hmm... Well. You have a nice body and you might apprrreciate having your torrrso frrree. So a standarrrrd pairrrr of swim trrrunks sounds like a good fit to me. *They have lightning on them too. How badass right? Hands them over* ZUSERK: *he stares at them for a long moment, turning them over in his hands. he can't say he has much of an opinion on the aesthetic, other than it being acceptable. most things tended to fall in the category of a specific interest or not, and appreciation of the aesthetic wasn't usually one of those things, unless there was an emotional connotation attached.* ZUSERK: yes. can do this. ZUSERK: *he's just gonna. start working his clothes off right here right now.* RAMMIE: *PEEPS. Only not really. Not that much.* .... Oh. I should also go get changed. RAMMIE: *Scampers to get changed behind a shade* I'll be back. ZUSERK: yes. *he nods once. this is acceptable. he just keeps doing his thing, slipping out of his clothes and into the swim trunks, and he stands there, waiting patiently.* RAMMIE: *Might as well take out all the dangly piercings. So she replaces them with studs then gets changed into some yellow and green citrus bikini. Sheer wrap around her waist and flipflops.* RAMMIE: I have flipflops forrr you too. RAMMIE: *Hands them on over, she also got that underbust and back tat* ZUSERK: *He takes them, considering the footwear carefully before deciding he can... attempt to comply. They aren't very appropriate for mobility, but he supposes he can drop them, if he has to. His gaze moves to her, next, more carefully.* ZUSERK: ... is. nice. RAMMIE: *Any time you're not in swimswear flipflops are a crime. Also these are cute. They're blue raspberry themed to match the lightning. He looks silly. It's adorable* RAMMIE: *Smiles* Thank you. I hoped you would like it. RAMMIE: You'll be seen with me afterrr all. ZUSERK: *he can be proud of looking silly currently. that is completely fine.* wouldn min this. regardless of appearance. ZUSERK: however. still nice. RAMMIE: Oh... *waves one hand at him, laughs softly and turns off that tea to head to the door* That's what they all say. RAMMIE: Then you show up wearrrring white afterrr abrrrorrr day and it's a big do to. ZUSERK: ... naturally. wors crime of all. *he doesn't see the significance in colors. he is glancing at that tea, though... seems like a shame to let it go to waste. he quickly pours himself just a little to taste. it's fucking hot, but you know. this is fine. he sort of realizes he has to follow her then, so he moves quickly across the floor. walking... this is a thing, too.* RAMMIE: Supposedly anyway. It was an old Earrrth thing. I'm not quite surrre what significance white has after a day celebrrrating trrrees and naturrre. *walks with him thinking out loud* RAMMIE: Maybe the purrrrity of naturrrre. RAMMIE: The rrrreprrresentation of the white rrrays of the sun taking carrrrre of plants. RAMMIE: I neverrrr did much digging on that. It's a little silly so I don't think I will. ZUSERK: ... *well, now that she brings it up, he's going to have to look into it. he can't let that kind of mystery lie, silly or not. his brain is already turning theories over.* ZUSERK: hnn. ZUSERK: *yes. nailed it.* RAMMIE: Hmm? *Looks to him* ZUSERK: ... can. inform you later. after. findin ou. RAMMIE: *small smile* Arrrre you going to be digging? ZUSERK: yes. ZUSERK: will. ZUSERK: curious. RAMMIE: Hehe. That's cute. ZUSERK: oh. ZUSERK: ... ZUSERK: interestin. RAMMIE: You arrrre interrresting. ZUSERK: oh. ZUSERK: *AGAIN.* ZUSERK: ... will. ZUSERK: consider this. RAMMIE: *grins and nudges him. He's so adorable* Therrrre's nothing to considderrrrrr dearrrrr. RAMMIE: I'm afrrraid you'll have to face facts. ZUSERK: ... acce. you feel this way. RAMMIE: I'm not the only one. ZUSERK: ... biase. data pool ZUSERK: .* RAMMIE: Oh nonsense. *waves her hand* ZUSERK: woul say. bias. is the nonsense. *grins* RAMMIE: My, my. Is that so? You know you should rrrreally be warrry of a grrrroup? RAMMIE: They could turrrrn on you fairrrly quickly. ZUSERK: ... trus this grou. ZUSERK: personal bias. RAMMIE: You could trrrust us but therrre might just be some nips and bites in therrre still. ;) RAMMIE: It's all teasing and playing afterrrr all. ZUSERK: .... ZUSERK: nnn. ZUSERK: *casually. LOOKS AT THE WALL.* RAMMIE: *Giggles and steps into the pool area* ZUSERK: *he follows after her, peering around the wide-open area out of habit, but it's harder down here than from high up; the thought sort of itches in the back of his head. He moves close behind her.* will. enter water now? RAMMIE: *Notices he's behind her and tries for a nice comforting light touch to the arm* If you'd like.... arrre you cerrrtain you'rrrre comforrrtable? RAMMIE: We don't have to if you'rrrre not. Just the walk has been nice. RAMMIE: And we look verrry good drrrry. ZUSERK: ... is true. however. can handle this. RAMMIE: If you'rrre surrrre... *approaches the pool with him and looks into the water... RAMMIE: Hm... RAMMIE: *walks around Zuserk slowly and just. Puts her fingertips on his chest* ZUSERK: ... can. assis? RAMMIE: *Should she? Should she not? This is probably an uncomfortably long amount of time to touch someone's tid with just the tips of your fingers* Um RAMMIE: No. RAMMIE: I'm just. RAMMIE: Bullying you I guess. RAMMIE: *gentle shove into the water* ZUSERK: ... *DOOFSPLOOSH.* ZUSERK: *O H* RAMMIE: *Peers into the water* ZUSERK: *he surfaces pretty quickly, just. hair all in his eyes. he is become soggy mop bug. please help him.* RAMMIE: *PFT, hand over her mouth* (Hehehehe!) RAMMIE: Arrrre you alrrrrright dearrr? ZUSERK: ... *he slowly climbs out.* ZUSERK: *nudges hair out of his face a little bit. stares at her.* RAMMIE: *oh* ....Um. RAMMIE: *Looks away, the smile fades* I RAMMIE: I'm sorrrrry. I thought. ZUSERK: ... *FUCKIN PSYCHE. WRAPS HER UP IN A DOUBLE EMBRACE AND JUMPS BACK IN.* RAMMIE: *clears throat* I-!!! *GRAB, SPLOOSH! Sandals and all* ZUSERK: *GET FUCKED SANDALS* RAMMIE: *RUDE. THEY WERE SO CUTE* ZUSERK: *NO. YOU ARE THE ONE THAT IS SO CUTE.* ZUSERK: *sandals are just sandals.* ZUSERK: *he's surfacing (making sure to drag her up with him) before swimming backwards away, something like soft little chuckles in his throat as he flips wet hair out of his face again.* RAMMIE: *She's trying really hard not to giggle in water but they're above it now so she's just giggling away. Her hairs in her face now* Well played Zuserrrrrk! *pushes it back and splashes at him* RAMMIE: How mean! I neverrrrr suspected, but neverrrr again. :) ZUSERK: will try harder. surprise you again. ZUSERK: only seems fair. RAMMIE: Fairrr my foot. :P *Dives and circles under him to the other side. She's a swimming cat. Emerges with big cat eyes* RAMMIE: But I welcome the challenge. ZUSERK: *well, ALRIGHT. he watches her close, impressed by how well she moves under the water. he is not quite so skilled in this element, unfortunately, but at least his somewhat eclectic nature means he's at least not awful at it.* ZUSERK: ... maybe no here. can admi. less practice. RAMMIE: *lowers the lids back to half mast* Oh, that's fine dearrr. It wouldn't be fun if we werrren't both in ourrr element. RAMMIE: Forrr now we can just rrrrrrrrelax.

#trenchantDynamo #in which pool time with rammie

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-- estrapadingTrueblue [ET] began communicating with proficientInternuncio [PI] at 23:22 -- ET: Hey. ET: Youre keeping an eye outside right? PI: yes. ET: Anything weird happening? ET: ...Actually yeah. IS anything weird happening? PI: saw. some thins earlier. PI: coul possibly coun. ET: Just been worried but. ET: If it aint anything that needed intervention then I guess itll be alright. PI: don believe so. wha i saw. was handle. PI: ... mostly. ET: I figured. ET: Its cool having an eye in the sky anyway. PI: thins worryin you? PI: wha in specifi. ET: Yeah. ET: Just some stuff with Emilet and Orphus. I dont exactly know the guy super well and. ET: I was afraid he might rampage or do something. Idk. ET: You can never be too careful. PI: nn. PI: no. PI: isn doin this. ET: Okay. ET: Everything else aint my business. PI: suppose. PI: this is fine with you? ET: Not really. ET: I had to be That Guy tonight. PI: ... who? ET: The one who says shit like it is despite realizing the consequences that would follow. ET: But if I hadnt then fuckery would have tumbled into something bigger. ET: And theyre all my friends you know? I cant let them do that to themselves. PI: yes. PI: understan this. PI: don thin youre wron. PI: prefer honesty. ET: You do? PI: of course. PI: hol in... creaes larger problems. PI: honesty. with yourself. an others. bes policy. PI: also PI: forgiveness. ET: Yeah its. ET: Good that youre here Zoos. ET: Youre teaching me a lot. Maybe you dont even get it. PI: don suppose. coul understan completely. PI: however. gla for this. ET: I dunno. ET: Im watching more what I do now. Give myself a chance. Other people too. ET: Imagine the look on Zuserks face if I fuck this up. That kind of thing. PI: wouldn judge you. PI: in no position. ET: You could judge me a little. PI: won. ET: If you aint in a position to judge me... and Im giving myself more of a chance not to fuck shit up. ET: Whos flying the plane???? PI: will still. give my inpu. PI: this acceptable? ET: Oh yeah. That fussying thing you do. PI: is. PI: inpu. ET: Its fussyin. PI: this wor. PI: im judgin. ET: As far as anybodys concerned I dont know whats good for me but you do. ET: ... ET: That came out wrong. PI: ... PI: clarify? ET: Nah its cool. Were cool. ET: Im really cool. PI: ...? PI: joel. ET: I made my mistakes. ET: Got nowhere to run. ET: The night goes on. ET: As Im fadin away. PI: please. PI: clarify. ET: I dont know whats good for me Zoos. ET: But you do. PI: ... yes. you do. PI: jus don always believe. you deserve those thins. ET: I deserve you. ET: You make me feel that way. PI: if wha i give to you is positive. PI: yes. PI: you do. ET: Im gonna kick your ass. ET: Also dont say please ever. Im marking this shit as illegal. PI: hn. PI: woul you. please. no do tha. ET: Oh my god. PI: hnn. ET: Youre havin a real giggle there mate. I can tell. PI: yes. ET: God damn it. ET: Dont even have the decency to spare my pride. ET: I wont kick your ass. Fine. ET: Ill punch it probably instead. When you aint expecting it. PI: still. don recommen this. ET: Ill punch you right in the ass cheek I dont give a fuck. PI: woul hur. ET: You never know. ET: Maybe itll hurt good. Lets try and keep an open mind about this. PI: nn. PI: seems unlikely. PI: coul be doin other thins. guarantee to feel better. ET: Never know what you like unless you try it. ET: But yeah fine... lets do it your way. ET: Your ways yield some fine results if I do say so. PI: yes. agree. ET: Yeah of course you would. PI: willin to try. some new thins. within reason. ET: This is... a conversation were having right now. I can roll with it. PI: can. or wan to? ET: No I want to. ET: Were doing this. PI: okay. PI: have. specifi interes? ET: ... Okay never mind. I cant do this. PI: nn. PI: okay. ET: Im a goddamn failure. ET: Cant even talk about my own kinks. PI: no. PI: jus. no comfortable ye. PI: is fine. PI: can wai. ET: Well Im all out of sorts but. ET: Kind of curious like. Hypothetically. ET: If you said some stuff you wanted to do first. ET: Like. Yeah my nerve would improve on that. PI: can do this. ET: Thing. The talking thing. ET: Okay. PI: assumin. these are mutual interes. PI: have interes in penetratin you. PI: watchin you. pleasure yourself. PI: woul enjoy focusin on you. only. for an extende perio. PI: also. wan to see. how lon you coul go. withou orgasm. PI: fin this one migh be difficul. PI: also. migh enjoy restrains. PI: considerin possibilities. of high locations. PI: uncertain ye. of others. bu will give though. PI: ... PI: was. overwhelmin? ET: NO. i MEAN No. PI: ... PI: certain? ET: Positive. PI: have. thoughs? ET: Thoughts yeah but. ET: None I dont want anybody to see besides you. PI: don. wan to share. here? ET: Truth. PI: this is fine. ET: Vents open. PI: comin. ZUSERK: -and he's there pretty quick. was he already there???? who knows. either way, he's dropping down in his typical fashion.- JOEL: Hey. *just chilling in his desk chair, tugging the headset off. Fingers are tented at him of course. And he looks thoughtful. Determined. A little red in the face, which still hasn't gone away much. Goddammit, Zuserk.* JOEL: So we were sayin. ZUSERK: -he stares back. Joel is looking about how he might have expected.- yes. ZUSERK: ... ? ZUSERK: -he steps a little closer.- JOEL: *Nope. No surprises there. And then he is rising off his chair, moving up to take up Zuserk in a soft kiss.* ...Think this is better in person anyway. JOEL: These ideas about... going down on you. Eatin you out. Fucking you. Fucking myself on you. *He's grinning, so brazened. Literally, no cares or censors can be had here.* I like knowing you got horns to taste what all of that does to me. JOEL: I also like touching myself to some pictures you send me. Cuz Im thinking about you doing it instead. Why deny me once when I can come for you all the times you want. *kisses him one more time* Not really scratching the surface but. JOEL: Were getting there. ZUSERK: -He didn't know what he was expecting, but after such a seemingly innocent kiss, it sure wasn't the flood of things that came one after the other out of Joel's lips. By the time Joel was done talking, he realized how he had been holding his breath, his eyes a fraction or two wider as he stares, and he can feel one hand twitching at his side from the mere thought to touch. He tries to breath slow, steady.- ZUSERK: may be. considerin. some new thins. sooner than expecte. JOEL: So much for the sched... God damn. *snickering just by his mouth, brushing the fingers of one hand with the other. This was innocent yes.* ZUSERK: -No, sorry, he is taking that hand in his.- don nee one. for this. do we. JOEL: Yeah. Fuck waiting honestly. I like your style. *And so presses a smooch to him again, free hand coming to squeeze one of his arms.* ZUSERK: -Are you squeezing his arm?? Sorry, he thinks that his arm is squeezing you. Or, at the very least, two of his hands are trying to (carefully) scoop Joel up by the butt at that. This counts as permission, doesn't it???- JOEL: Haha fuck... Zoos. *Hell yeah it does. Joel has to laugh, lugged up by the ass that he is. This troll meant business and suddenly, the laughs dissolve away as the kisses become more feverish. Knees hug his sides and arms are hooking around Zuserk's neck. Partially for balance and partially just to press himself this deviously closer.* Mmm... ZUSERK: -He isn't certain more whether he is bringing Joel where he wants him or trapping himself at this point, wrapped up in warm limbs like this, drawn in by the wet press of lips. His other two arms rest at Joel's back, secure, and for this moment he isn't thinking about going anywhere else, hands squeezing and pressing Joel closer, head tilting to redirect his own kisses to the side of Joel's neck, a gentle teasing scrape of teeth before muttering into the soft skin.- ZUSERK: have. any immediae wishes. joel? JOEL: Could think of a few. -chuckles are stiffled by the tempting scrape of teeth against his neck. He sighs instead, one of the hands moving along his shoulder up into his hair, only to fondle at the shaft of Zuserk's horn. Bolder, not so experimental with his touch like last time. Why would he, when he knew what it was about?- JOEL: -The hands squeezing along his ass and back get him thinking though. He grins, nuzzling against Zuserk's temple while gently running his palm.- Might wanna get to the bed first. ZUSERK: nn... -He stiffens a little at the touch, senses focusing more on Joel and little on everything else, and it's much more interesting to be doused directly with the shifting hormones than merely to sense them, vaguely, in the air. But Joel, distracting as he was, made a fair point.- ZUSERK: -He doesn't give it too much more thought once he's made his decision, carrying the clinging shape in his arms to the edge of the bed and leaning forward to rest him there, arms sliding back and settling hands at his sides, instead, pressing his own weight into him just enough to be present but not to be heavy.- ZUSERK: here. JOEL: Cool. -Always so gentle and careful, he could see it on his face. Frustrating but in the best way possible for Joel. He reclines leaning on his palms, considering all that Zoos had told him. He then shrugs off his t-shirt. So contemplative.- Hmm. JOEL: Help me out huh? -nudges with his knees. His pants, he means. The shirt is dropped off somewhere to the side, eyes right on Zuserk.- ZUSERK: -He can't help watching close, waiting for anything, whatever Joel wants or where he moves, and his eyes trail over the bare torso he's given view of-- at least, until his ears twitch at the gentle prod of Joel's knees, at the question. He's quick to act, leaning back to tug at the button of Joel's jeans, unzip. He's done this before. It isn't difficult.- ZUSERK: -His fingers hook at the top, tug down, pull Joel up an inch or so from the mattress before the article's sliding down his legs. Simple. He looks up at Joel's face again.- JOEL: -Gdi, he's huffing a laugh again. Can't be helped when he's being handled with legitimate practiced ease. Now he's sitting as nude as God intended.- JOEL: I gotta say... youre getting better at that. -lowers his legs and lounges for a moment, allowing the view to sink in. Then without even a small amount of discretion, he begins touching himself.- JOEL: Confirm or deny. -murmurs.- I kinda remember something about you wanting to watch me. ZUSERK: -He's already leaned back enough to look, but the moment he figures out where Joel's hand is going, what it's doing, it's almost involuntary how he sits back, pupils widening and a dark purple flush rising in his face. It takes him several beats too long to actually respond.- ZUSERK: ... confirm. -The word is soft, like he's breathless just to witness this, catching himself on a pair of hands as he leans back to sit on the ground and stare up at Joel. And, God, he wants to touch, too, but he also doesn't, taking some strange masochistic satisfaction in this distance, and he's pressing a palm to his own groin to stifle his unsheathing.- JOEL: Alright... Ill make myself feel nice. -If it's a show he wanted, then it's a show Joel was going to go for. His weight levels out on his elbow as he reclines further, feeling Zuserk's eyes on him and honestly just taking the chance to bask in it. This was as new to Joel as it... might be to Zuserk. Even the idea that it might not be was kind of thrilling. He puffs his breath and works his palm over himself, admitting privately the appeal. He couldn't tell what was doing it faster for him, the dragging moments of quiet only interrupted by the crude flick of his wrist, the strain behind his own gasps... Or the fact Zuserk wasn't saying anything at all. Just. Watching.- ZUSERK: -His eyes couldn't seem to decide whether they wanted to settle on Joel's expression or follow the movement of his hand, both very pertinent points of focus, and there was no way he could bring himself to say anything, even if he had wanted. That would have interrupted the sound of Joel's hitched breaths, the slide of his hand, the vocalizations so soft that maybe even he wasn't entirely aware of them. To Zuserk, though, all these things made up the important understanding of how Joel was feeling, and just in that, he felt gifted to be a part of it. Moreover, he watched to learn, and he felt he learned much already to let Joel, with his warm-flushed skin and faintly creased brows and dextrously moving hand, teach him.- JOEL: -works his own cock to a hardening flush, lost in the intense focus of these few moments. His eyes could drift closed, not see him exactly but just feel Zuserk's eyes on him. From there, he could let his mind fill in the blanks with possibilities. How long he could keep this up. How far he could go just thinking about Zuserk touching him without actually... A shuddering sound escapes him, stifled by clamping teeth over his bottom lip but ultimately, washing himself over with embarrassment. Joel dares to crack open his eyes then. Expression furrowed. His shakily working fingers slickened by pre.- ...Kinda getting lonely here. ZUSERK: -He could have predicted this, and despite how much he likes this, he has no problems participating either. Especially when Joel is this close, when he knows he can. That he, for all intents and purposes, has explicit permission to. But he imagines this kind of display is difficult, and also maybe that it's difficult without input when someone is sitting literally right in front of you, in a situation that probably warrants some input when one isn't hiding. Just one of those things he is vaguely aware of.- ZUSERK: -That's enough of an indication for him to stand up, though, and he's just a little proud he's managed to keep himself sheathed this long (not without effort), stepping closer and leaning even more so, and it's hard not to be aware of how very vulnerable Joel is compared to himself currently, so he cups Joel's face in two of his hands, kisses him gently.- ZUSERK: wha... can i do for you? JOEL: -Kiss him first, please. The relief that floods him when hands come to cup the sides of his face leaves him conscious of how much he craves every little bit of contact. Joel's just a simple needy human. This comes with the territory. Zuserk's gentle kisses are welcomed with pliant lips and eager breaths. For a few sweet seconds, Joel doesn't bother answering.- JOEL: -smiles into the kiss after a while- Lets refer back to the drawing board huh. JOEL: See how long I can go without coming. Were both a lil curious about that arent we? ZUSERK: -He's sure to kiss him as many times as he wants, because this is no time or place not to affirm him for what he's already done, that it's good. But when Joel does answer, Zuserk stares down at him, and the way his mouth curls into a smile makes him almost feel a little guilty.- ZUSERK: ... sure. this is wha you wan? JOEL: I am consentin. -grins back, unable to contain the trill of excitement raising goosebumps on his skin. Pauses dramatically for a second before allowing himself to leg pose. SEXILY.- I am consentin loudly. ZUSERK: ... see tha. -impressive.- ZUSERK: -But, really, his hands still holding Joel's face slide down to the sides of his neck, instead, another hand resting palm flat on Joel's abdomen, and he's shifting to get one knee up on the bed next to Joel's thigh, positioning himself comfortably closer as that hand trails down, sort of pulls away, just so it's something of a surprise when his fingertips ghost lightly up the length of his cock.- ZUSERK: more curious. to see this. JOEL: Yeah Imm... mm... -some of the snark falters in his throat for a second. But only for a second. He's back to grinning, squirming to shift his own legs apart. The most eager for more of Zuserk's touches.- Fuck thats nice. ZUSERK: -He isn't sure he can guarantee he will be very nice, he considers ironically, but he won't say as much yet.- wan. more? -He doesn't bother to wait for an answer; his touch resumes, more substantial this time, and it would seem he was, in fact, paying attention when Joel did this. He's paying very close attention even now, eyes moving between Joel's face and what he's doing.- JOEL: I want shhhffffuck... -the stimulus of his forward touching has tension racing up his spine in leaden hot spirals. The words stall in his throat but hell if Joel isn't still enthused for more. He stays spread, really liking having Zuserk's eyes on him, his full attention. Enough that Joel feels impulsed for more ridiculous dirty talk, as evident by the quirk of a flushed grin still on his face.- Yeah god yeah! Make it hurt so good for me. ZUSERK: -Okay, so. That makes smile, but maybe for different reasons than Joel actually intends. He is just ridiculously endearing even now, and it almost throws Zuserk off a little -- enough to force him to kiss Joel again -- but he's got enough determination not to let it stop this. This is a pretty important mission they've got here. So he's speeding up a little bit more, mindful of how Joel reacts, and it's just when he gets the feeling that Joel seems to be really getting into it that his hand. Pulls away, completely, without warning.- ZUSERK: -He says nothing about it. In fact, he's just pulling away some, reaching for the waistline of his own pants, now.- JOEL: -If the kiss didn't shut him up, it sure was the hand making quick work of him. For a few intense seconds, he finds that he can't breathe much less speak. Heat trickles deep down south in slow pulsations and he feels like, christ, he might actually spill over just at the thought that if it had been Zuserk's intention, he would already be making a mess of himself. It's a fun delusion Joel tricks himself into entertaining so that when it stops suddenly, he now finds himself caught up in the challenge of the thing. He watches Zuserk move to loosen his pants through half-lidded eyes, breath feeling kind of short.- ...Shit. -puffs.- ZUSERK: -He glances briefly up at Joel again, mouth twitching, but he still doesn't pause in what he's doing. He's losing his shoes, pants sliding down his legs and to the floor just the same, and it isn't long before his bottom half is just bare that way, and he's not doing as great of a job at keeping himself sheathed anymore, an inch or two of purple unfurling. He ignores it, though; he's dipping down close and he's back to kissing Joel's mouth, his face, the side of his neck. He's fairly certain it's brought him close enough that Joel can't see when Zuserk grasps his cock again with the lightest pressure of fingertips, just to swipe the tip of him over comparatively cool slickness between Zuserk's legs.- JOEL: -What did he sign up for exactly? A damn quality strip show for one, blanking Joel's brain on everything except the splay of shapely gray thighs and the salacious hint of color prodding past folds of skin. Hhhhhhhholy shit. Hhhhholy fuck. He only remembers where Zuserk's eyes are at when lips catch him up in a kiss again. Fuck, he was a fool for falling for the hungry, weaving kisses. Fingers tug at the shirt with need (he still had it on for some reason?) while a cool mouth moves down his bared neck. Gravelly-sounding moans puff out of him and Joel completely loses track of what Zuserk was doing.- JOEL: -The troll was touching again, kissing him, weight shifting as he pulled himself closer. It was good, everything about Zuserk was good. Joel can only just make out these thoughts wading past the heated fog of his mind. At least until a hand touches over his prick again. Not just touching, guiding him, he was... A current of white hot pleasure pulses right into the pit of his core, the moment Joel felt himself brush a wet, wet softness. Joel says nothing, totally unable to. Fingers curl tighter, and suddenly, there is a plead in his tone of voice.- .....Zuserk oh my f u ck. ZUSERK: -The sound of his entire name has him looking up, searching Joel's face again, curious. Possibly concerned. That tone, that look was good, wasn't it? He is at least still fairly certain of this, enough to tilt his hips just that much closer, an eager tightness in his own belly to feel himself spreading around such heat, so slight and shallow but. More than enough to make his heart race. Still, he has to ask.- yes? JOEL: -Why is this a question being asked? Why is he being asked ANY questions? Joel is a little too caught up in the aching twitch in his dick (ffffuck) as well as the draw of hips and the prod of himself just against slick flesh. He could see suddenly, how good this torment was. How it drew out his want for Zuserk and left him strung for breath. Joel was right where he wanted to be. And now he was ready to make life more difficult for himself.- Motherfuck thats so.... -Coasting on his eagerness from before, Joel nudges himself so that HE'S doing the rubbing at nook folds. Like he could possibly hope to get some control over the situation. Hell no. Joel was in it for the denial that was going to follow soon after.- ZUSERK: -The breathy phrase, at least, doesn't contain any concerns or complaints, and while it's not exactly direct, it's clear enough that he understands. The movement Joel follows it up with, though, that confirms it, and he can feel the smile tugging at his lips again even as draws his hips back, pulling away -- denying himself, too -- but the leg he had propped up next to Joel's side shifts onto one of Joel's, shin pressing careful but firm onto his thigh in a silent message he intends to clarify.- ZUSERK: no movin. joel. JOEL: -exhales with such indignation. Not actually. He's reveling in this game. The reward is the smile quirking on Zuserk's face and the firm press of his thigh down. He was really exposed here and damn if Joel wasn't loving every second of it. He lowers himself to lie back, muscles tense with arousal but the grin still on his face.- ...Yeah yeah okay. Ill be good. -mutters, reaching to stroke fingers along the gray knee. See? He's good.- ZUSERK: -Would he be? That was to be seen, but the spoken promise of it was gratifying enough. Clearly, Zuserk enjoyed the game just as much, that smile staying settled on his face as Joel rested back, leaving Zuserk to hover over him and have that much better of a view -- something he would never object to. He was going to take the opportunity to reclaim one of his hands for himself in these few moments while he made Joel wait; he slid a finger into his own sheath, right alongside his bulge, forcing the thing to retract involuntarily and brows furrowing at the sensation. As long as he kept it there, he wouldn't be able to unsheathe, regardless of what he did. Someone might call it a fun party trick, if it were remotely appropriate for most parties.- ZUSERK: -His bottom pair of hands, though, they're sliding down to Joel's hips, anchoring him down while he shifts his leg back onto the mattress -- both, in fact, so he has to rely a little more heavily on that hold he's got for balance as he angles back in, resisting the urge to squeeze his eyes shut once he's started pressing in so close that Joel can't help but to be forced inside, deliberate and gradual.- JOEL: -He is absolutely the most well behaved, if the dissolving will to contend was the same as behaving himself. It's somewhere past the slow thud of his heart and the fingers twining together that Joel figures, no questions asked, he'd do anything this troll asked him to. He reclines against some pillows pliantly, anticipating and greedy for these small helpings of shamelessness. For example, the image of Zuserk settling his knees on either side of him is taken in. Thoroughly enjoyed with a satisfied grin, tongue swiping over curled lips. Fuck, this was incredible. Breathless praises of this thread pepper the air, but hardly coherent. Especially because a moment later, they don't have to be.- JOEL: -Zuserk slides fingers into himself while Joel unconsciously clutches at the pillows by his head, reeling in lusty mental spirals from the very picture of himself doing the touching instead. Impossibly, the intensity peaks for Joel as he feels Zuserk's weight shift and suddenly, he feels it on himself. Fitting around him in mounds of wet, fleshy sweetness that curls his toes and strums that tightness deep in the heat of his belly the further he felt his cock press. Settle. Gasps sharpen to a keen, arching out of him as Joel's grip in the pillows strains but still. His hips don't move and neither does he, as blitzed out of his mind that he is. Anything for Zusurk. Anything to get more of him.- ZUSERK: -Admittedly, he is beginning to have some trouble focusing the majority of his attention of Joel's reactions; he had half expected this, but the sensation as hard flesh pressed into him, stretching and probing his insides in a way nothing comparable ever had before, it both required and demanded more attention from the curiosity, from the dull ache that just bordered on sharp were he to make an error. Logically, he knew the pain would pass -- in part, that was the intention behind this, to accustom himself to it. A few inches in and Zuserk drew his hips back again, silently reveling in the way his flesh clung around Joel's like it wasn't willing to let go. It didn't need to, because he was already drawing him in again just before he pulled out, deeper still this time, and each time he did so, he proved himself right as the ache gradually lessened, as the foggy haze began to curl around his thoughts.- ZUSERK: -But this wasn't about him. This was about Joel, about testing him. Seeing where this led when he was pushed, but just not enough. To see him in a vulnerable place, but to assure him he was safe there. That was what Zuserk wanted. And for that he needed to be careful, to apply his focus.- ZUSERK: -So he paused just to ask, just to create a space he could fill with that much more tension, muscles squeezing around Joel's length in a rolling clench.- feels. nice? JOEL: -pleasure runs like an undercurrent of heat, pulsing over his skin at Zuserk's slow pace. Low-lidded eyes stay transfixed on the moving vision of him, breath rolling out of him in ragged pants. A thin layer of sweat dampens his skin in earnest the more hips rock and spread over him. Zuserk's voice prompts thoughts back into the hot blank slate of his head, words bumbling out of Joel with surprising finesse.- JOEL: Nice aint really the term Id use. -puffs- Fucked out of my mind maybe. Holy shit. Motherfuc k. How do I... JOEL: Okay. So. -clutches at sheets, getting his bearings with shallow gasps. And the words keep fumbling out of him.- JOEL: H-how does this work out so fucking good for people? Like you meet someone and you say like. Holy fuck. Were in ths shit and were gonna be in this shit. Hammer out kinks like. JOEL: Like. -words faulter for a second as a shudder courses through his limbs until he's grrrroaning out more ridiculousness.- Ohhhh god. Oh my fuck. Checklist. Checklist Zoos. Thats what I was gonna say. JOEL: I think this is a kink cuz. I cant shut up and youre fucking me and Im pretty sure. Im gonna come if you dont- dont-- -The embarrassing tirade dissolves away as his breath begins to hitch. He can feel himself teetering dangerously close to the edge, hands suddenly gripping at Zuserk's hips as a form of warning. Save him.- ZUSERK: -He can do little more than just listen as Joel begins to speak, and speak, and speak, and it's begun to truly sink in just what he's doing, exactly, in a way that heats his cool blood just to witness, to be a part of. He realizes Joel is talking about them, of course, that he's overwhelmed already, and Zuserk hadn't exactly been anticipating this, but it's happening, happening so much he's flushing purple, and Joel's hands are squeezing at his hips, and he's holding his breath.- ZUSERK: -So he decides to go completely still. It's a snap decision, and not entirely what he wants to do. Admittedly, he's never been more tempted to completely throw away his initial intentions in his life, to watch Joel shake and shudder and come undone and be the cause of it, but, for what it's worth, he's still trying. So maybe depriving him now will set this thing back into balance. Maybe -- definitely -- he will find a way to make it worth the time lost, if it's not too late already.- JOEL: -a gutteral sound escapes from him, so close to the edge that he was and just. Being left there, the feeling of peaking dragging for so long that the sharp ache resonates deep down in his core.- Mother...fuckk... -His palms feel clammy with sweat as they drop from Zuserk's hips and Joel lies there in helpless shivers, hard breathing, and a pained twisted up expression.- God Im so... fucking good for you right now. -pants, dazed and brain fried by receeding, pleasurable gony. He doesn't even know what the hell he's saying anymore.- Tell me how good Im being. ZUSERK: -He stays still as long as it takes for the tension in Joel's body to slack some, and then he stays still some more, watching carefully as the very clear results of what he's done have Joel in such a pitiful state that he almost aches to see it, but. At the same time, it's all incredibly satisfying.- ZUSERK: -He can't help agreeing, in any case; at the simple request, he's happy to oblige, dipping down (carefully, not to shift too much), one hand stroking the side of Joel's face, his mouth pressing gently to the other side.- ZUSERK: very goo. ZUSERK: bes. ZUSERK: loo... beautiful. mess. ZUSERK: perfe. ZUSERK: wan... to continue? JOEL: -Where the hell can it go from here? Wherever it is, he'd sure like to find out. A chin turns to snag lips to Zuserk's, shaky and uncoordinated. Desperate sounding in light of Zuserk's softer tone, just leaning into the hand stroking over his face.- I wanna... know what Im doing for you. JOEL: Gonna fucking end me at this rate. -Not that he's complaining... but he is whining. How incredible is that?- ZUSERK: nn... ZUSERK: -How is he supposed to word something like that? It's difficult to explain. He's quiet for a moment, considering.- ZUSERK: enjoy seein you. lie this. ZUSERK: nn. needy. ZUSERK: ... vulnerable. ZUSERK: an intereste... in how you feel. ZUSERK: wha. you feel. ZUSERK: lie. to be par of this. JOEL: I feel you loving me. -murmurs. Could be the high amounts of tight tension in his belly, the sweet slick weight around his dick, and Zuserk's careful words that have Joel lacking filters between his mouth and mind. Both a blessing and a curse at this point.- ZUSERK: -That's. An interesting choice of words, and he's. Not entirely sure how to respond to it. It's definitely a lot more difficult to process than the previous things, how he has to think about himself, think about this. How true it actually is.- ZUSERK: -Eventually, he seems to come to some sort of conclusion about it, though his odd stillness, the too-gentle conviction in his voice might be a sign he's not unaffected when he speaks.- ZUSERK: ... yes. JOEL: -He's not in any position to apologize or feel self conscious here. Lips brush on any bit of Zuserk he can reach, the sweetest gesture... at least until his hands move to squeeze along his ass and hips. Just to feel him there, he figures he's earned that much.- ZUSERK: -This isn't exactly the most appropriate moment, but Zuserk can't really help himself. Despite, or maybe because of everything, he's tearing up; he can't stop how the realization of it all sinks in, how very important it all is, how important it's been this whole time. How important Joel is, impossibly, wonderfully. He isn't going to keep Joel from touching, wouldn't want to, but he turns his face away some, hoping maybe not to disrupt this moment as he dabs at his eyes with the back of a hand.- ZUSERK: am. gla. JOEL: ...Yeah. Me too. -Inappropriate is probably the best word right now, what with the ass touches and Joel watching emotion fill up Zuserk's expression soon after. Shit... It's really not the best combination of reactions, plus combine it with the height of other sensations. Zuserk sitting on his hard hurting dick, for one. Hells of distracting. Jesus Christ, Strider. Just own that awkward, blustering title. Hands come to squeeze at his knees instead, his forearms as he puffs his breath.- JOEL: ... JOEL: Do we... I mean. JOEL: Should we break? Water break? -asks like do you need one?? He's kind of in a bind here.- ZUSERK: -He takes a slow breath, exhaling. It's just hard not to love Joel so much -- and he's already started thinking in that language, now that it's been planted in his head, so easy. What's wrong with it? Nothing, as far as he can see, so he won't bother fighting it. He wants to feel it. To let it be. To own it.- ZUSERK: am fine. ZUSERK: -He says it in earnest, turning his face to Joel again, and it's impossible, too, not to kiss him, with his flushed, tense expression right there.- ZUSERK: jus. ZUSERK: wan. to continue lovin you. JOEL: ...Zuserk.-Shiiiiit this might have been even worse than the crying thing. Kindness and patience, the pure affection behind his soft tone. The helpless sound is caught up in the kiss Zuserk presses to him, heart stilled for a beat or two. Joel really was a flushed fucking mess, tense and afraid of his own uncoordinated reactions. Anything he could do could end up being right or wrong, his brain was in no place to decide which. Fingers knit into Zuserk's shirt to tug him downward with him, lips meshing sloppy and desperate. Whatever this was, he wanted and was begging for more.- ZUSERK: -With all of this effort, everything he's done and everything he intends to do, all he knows is that he wants Joel to feel that more than anything. Loved. Safe, regardless of where this goes, what they feel, what they make happen together. Assuring him of that in one way or another is all he wants to do currently, and he lets Joel pull him down without resistance, a hand covering one of his, moving again to the side of his face, and at one point or another the rest of his hands had started moving over Joel again, too, feeling along his sides, just. Holding him. As much as he can.- ZUSERK: -When he pulls back for breath, no more than an inch, he's just watching Joel, stroking his cheek with a thumb and panting out so many emotions at once. So many he just wants to continue feeling, as long as possible. He's never felt this way before, and for letting him be here, he's so incredibly grateful to Joel.- ZUSERK: wan to give you. everythin. you deserve. an more. -He seems resolved to this, and his hold on Joel tightens just slightly. He's quiet for just another moment.- ZUSERK: willin. to trus me? JOEL: -squeezes hold all the promise that his question does, his breathing growing shallow again. Beyond the raw whim of his feelings and sensations, he can't really think right now. He can center himself by the taste of Zuserk's breath, the salt sticky way his skin felt under his palms, and attempt to answer.- JOEL: Sounds like... something you get asked right before you get your shit wrecked. -sinks into pillows all over again with a long puff of breath- JOEL: Either way. Answer is fuck yes. Wreck my shit. ZUSERK: -The response, somewhat unconventional, makes him smile again. It's just another part of all the reasons he chooses to be here, with him, or maybe it's the fondness already that makes it that much more endearing out of his mouth, the one Zuserk is kissing one more time. Just to reassure him.- ZUSERK: then. shoul close your eyes. ZUSERK: -Because then he's drawing away, sitting up, shifting his hips back and feeling Joel slide out (kind of a sad feeling, admittedly) until he's empty and grunting softly. He moves aside, still on his knees, fitting all four arms under Joel and scooping up him, maneuvering them both off the bed with him in tow.- JOEL: Nnngh... -fucking whimpers as soon as he feels Zuserk move off of him, the cold emptiness stinging more than dull ache of his arousal. But even more bewildering is Joel being plucked up into his arms, buck ass nude as the bed disappears from under him. He doesn't dare bring himself to complain but rather, holds out in trusting Zuserk. Buries his face into the crook of his neck with a miserable sigh, curling against him without much more complaint.- ...I trust you. -murmurs quietly, shutting his eyes closed as per the request.- ZUSERK: -The quiet affirmation both warms him and reminds him how important it is that he takes this seriously, carefully; Joel's a lightweight mess in his arms already, and he's got to be sure that what he's about to do makes him feel better, and doesn't make him feel alone.- ZUSERK: -Because, currently, he's helping set Joel up on the floor, arranging him carefully so he can get the idea that he's supposed to be on his knees,- lie this, -and sitting upright. He holds Joel's hands in two of his, unwilling to let go until he's certain.- ZUSERK: wan you to stay. lie this. eyes close. is okay? JOEL: Y...yeah. -This is sex, right?? His heart hammers in a mixture of emotion. Curiosity, bewilderment, excitement and apprehension even. He too wanted to know that he was doing a good job and by doing what Zuserk asked, he could achieve that goal. A part of him wonders very loudly why they had to be apart at all but no. Joel was going to muscle through this, trusting Zuserk with a squeeze of his hands.- JOEL: Yeah baby. -He nods and lets his eyes drift closed again, breathing out and letting himself fixate on his own curiosity and excitement.- ZUSERK: -He's incredibly quiet as he allows his hands to slip away, and he's quiet still, all but holding his own breath. He knows how to disappear, and that's exactly what he intends to do; at least, until he intends not to. Like the way he does moments later, just a gentle press of lips on Joel's chest, before he's gone again. Then, he's a finger stroking down Joel's side -- he recalls he's ticklish -- before that's gone, too. He's a roll of breath over Joel's belly, a nose nuzzling at his navel, a hand sliding, open-palmed, over his thigh, squeezing gently. He's the press of a single fingertip at Joel's lips, trying to probe its way inside, curious.- JOEL: -keeps his eyes shut, letting himself get drawn into the tiny sensations of touch. Gentle lips, hands, and breath all stirring over his skin and causing his expression to slacken, lose focus the further he fell back into that zoned out state of mind from before. A finger strokes at his side and he shivers, the tiny sound he makes helpless and needy when another hand squeezes over his kneeling thigh.- JOEL: Fuck... -his sigh is strained but as soft as the knuckles flexing at his side. The sweet nuzzling at his belly leaves another tirade of shivers to course over his limbs, worst yet, having Joel make a wet, pre-drippy mess over himself the further he knelt and kept himself still. The moisture clings to his skin in thin dribbling threads and makes him conscious somewhere of the heated scent of sex rising off his skin. No time to dwell on it though, these dragging moments seemed to completely erase the concept of time from his fried brain.- JOEL: -So focused on leveling his shuttering breaths that it takes a second for him to register a finger strokes against his mouth. Or stroking INTO his mouth, actually. He sighs again, muttering something incoherent... but it's all an excuse to allow the finger to slide into the hot space past his lips. From there, his head lowers as lips take to gently sucking, all of it as a means to welcome the unique taste of him. His tongue rolls along the digit in slow, wet circles, the work anchoring him to in these few quietly desperate seconds he's here with Zuserk.- ZUSERK: -It's a funny, soft vibration when Joel mumbles without words, but he has little time to consider how it makes him feel before something else is distracting him far worse, the wet heat curling around his finger making happy little muscles low in his belly tighten involuntarily, thoughts scrambling for several long seconds. It's all so much to process, what with how he's hovering so much closer to Joel's erection than maybe he should be, the scent of him thick in the air, tingling in his horns. He's become suddenly aware of how much harder his pusher is pounding, and as his thoughts try to evolve, it's just mildly distracting.- ZUSERK: wan. more...? -The question is just soft, slow enough to imply that there's a lot he isn't saying, his finger retracting slowly to allow Joel the freedom to answer.- JOEL: -It's one thing to keep himself up by his knees and it's another being painfully attuned to the barest puff of breath and the proximity of Zuserk's voice. It was causing the neediness to boil up again, hurting for closeness despite what Zu had asked him to do. His stance shifts slightly, hands coming to find his head reflexively. Card through his hair, touch up his horns as he allows thoughts to surface again. Was he allowed to do this? Either way, he keeps his eyes shut, just feeling him and taking a few moments to murmur an answer.- God I do... want. More of you. -whines breathlessly. Lips keep pressing for the finger that retracts, searching for contact. Help him.- Please. ZUSERK: -He hums softly at Joel's touch; it wasn't really part of the plan, but at the same time, he couldn't fault him for wanting the contact, so he wouldn't. Until he knew Joel and his limits better, he couldn't keep something like that from him. And it wasn't as if he could complain, either. Any touch was a good touch, here.- ZUSERK: -But all the same, he sees how Joel leans, the taut lines of his muscles under his skin as he strains just so for the thing he was asking for -- more -- and, eventually, he has to drag Joel's hands away from him again, his hands that had done so squeezing as he rests them back at Joel's sides before pulling away. The quiet, the stillness, the lack of contact returns for several lengthy seconds, and then there's the brush of a hand against Joel's cheek, into his hair. After that, the slightest flicker of something cool and wet, almost soft but tense and sort of moving, shifting, against Joel's lips.- ZUSERK: -And he's still so quiet, his voice from somewhere higher above Joel, but no less intense.- this...? JOEL: -the quiet intensity of the moment drags on, Joel driven to stunned silence at the new scent filling his nostrils, the wet brush of a bulge tip along his lips. But the shock wasn't coming from the reflexive, almost mindless way he met the probing bulge with his tongue, letting the shape drag lazily over his lips... The shock came from the compromise of his knelt head under the palm petting into his hair, Zuserk's stance above him that ignited such a raw rush of emotion.- JOEL: -The gentle touches, the soft tone of voice seemed to tighten his heart, all of it telling Joel this was his chance to give Zuserk even a single taste of the pleasure he'd spent the night showing him. And for how fucking good it was for him, Joel also felt somewhere... he didn't deserve it.- JOEL: -His own words ring in his hazy thoughts, stinging at his closing eyes. Joel didn't even know what was good for himself, much less Zuserk. When was it decided it was okay to give him the opportunity to try? Zuserk loved him and thought he deserved it. And who the fuck was he to think twice on his judgement?- JOEL: -wants to prove to himself so desperately this truth, loving Zuserk so much in return, he'd stay on his knees and steady himself with hands along the other's hips. Lips part further, drinking down as much of the bulge as he could fit in his mouth. Cool meets hot as Joel revels in the taste, the scent, the feel of him. - JOEL: -The sucking that follows is both ambitious and greedy, thoughtless to the mess of purple that would drip from his chin. Joel wanted all that he could have of him, communicated by the enthused squeeze of his palms along Zuserk's thighs and the great puffs of breath as he retracts a bit, lips catching at the tip of him... before sinking the thick curling shape right into his mouth again.- ZUSERK: -The slightest brush of his tongue, that kiss of warmth, that was expected. Welcome. His body tensed slightly for it, and in his mind, he began to feel affirmed for this decision, though he still wanted to be mindful. Careful.- ZUSERK: -And that was when he realized how completely wrong he was for having expected anything less, because he could swear it was less than a second before he was almost completely surrounded in heat, gasping quietly, gripping at Joel's hair a little tighter in an automatic response he really couldn't help when he felt... Well, he wasn't sure entirely what words to apply to it, actually, except that it was much more unique and far more intense than anything he had felt before, and that he sure as fuck wasn't prepared for it.- ZUSERK: -He wasn't prepared for the sight of it either, actually, the whole thing just a little dazing, to see Joel's lips move, smeared with his purple, and then so much of himself disappear like that-- He hadn't thought to try to control the groan that rose out of him before it was already rumbling deep in his chest, ragged from his breaths, and he ended up focusing most of his efforts into trying not to move his hips or actually tugging Joel's hair, both of which were becoming increasingly more difficult to manage.- ZUSERK: nnnnnn... JOEL: -The satisfaction is written plain on his face, the more he felt muscles tense under his palms and fingers press into his scalp. He only cared so much about being gentle or careful over being thorough, drinking down the seeps of troll genetic material that met his tongue. It was kind of an overwhelming task trying to catch all of it so he didn't bother, just letting the excess drip and stain the lower part of his face. What Joel craved the most was watching the way Zoos struggled to maintain composure, keeping green eyes focused up at him. Even better was the slight hitch in his hips that was met with a hum of encouragement from Joel. A hand curls along the base of his bulge, gentle coaxing more heat into him, all generously guided and worked over with rythmic swirl of his tongue. Honestly, he could use a little more of those sounds.- ZUSERK: -Zuserk, on the other hand, was having some difficulty dealing with Joel's sounds, the kind he couldn't help making, the wet noises and his alternatively muffled, stuttered breathing, all because of what he was doing, that task Zuserk couldn't possibly ignore. A part of him almost wanted to look away to compose himself, but he couldn't bring himself to, couldn't bear to tear his gaze away even if it weren't for his desire to know, but because there was just something so terribly fixating about it, the way it made lust flutter in his core, his consciousness just sort of swimming in it all.- ZUSERK: -But maybe for how he was focusing so intently on it, it made Joel receiving what he wanted that much more difficult. He was quieter, half holding his breath, still so clearly tense in his muscles as his head reeled, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched and all of his hands just finding different places to rest on Joel and hold onto him, not too tight but tight enough. There's no questioning all that purple in his face at this point.- JOEL: -After some time, he doesn't have to focus on watching what he was doing to Zuserk but feel it instead. Taste it, let it fill and assault his mouth. He marveled in quiet appreciation all the little ways Zoos found excuses to move, holding onto him in the middle of this bulge-sucking act. Well bulge-licking act. Joel was pushing his boundaries here, riding on the simple confidence that he could as he lets the member cuddle up with his palm and fingers. It's his excuse to admire the look of the color painting over his skin... when he angles Zuserk in such a way that Joel is leaning into him to press lips at the root of the tentadick. Hand still tangled up with the pliable length, Joel draws his tongue along the delicate folds of skin he could just reach, paying no mind to the mess he was making of the both of them.- ZUSERK: -Joel's relocating, relocating him, and it aches to miss him as much as he does in so many terrible, selfish ways he can't ignore. It's around this time he's starting to realize how holding his breath may not have been the best idea, short little huffs and gasps filtering out of his lungs that he's trying to keep slow and controlled, but the fact is that doesn't have nearly so much, especially when Joel's lips press, when his tongue slides over tender, swollen flesh in a way that makes his nook spasm hungrily. His bulge seems like it's practically holding on for dear life with the way it's curled, squeezing around the mistakenly offered hand, slipping around for purchase it can't quite find. Zuserk's own hands, they're just holding onto Joel tighter, onto his head and the side of his neck and either of his shoulders, almost sort of pulling him into him in either a greedy play or a grab for better balance or maybe both, his hips angling closer in a similarly heedless process.-

#estrapadingTrueblue #in which lets just try to have an open mind about this #nsfw/#technically unfinished #again....

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(joel)

[nn.apologies.was watchin.was. nice.]

#coaxialcoralition #ooc

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📱 (xebeck)

[feelin… okay?haven lef room lately.can tell me.woul lie. to see you.]

#technetronictactician #ooc

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📱 [Rammie]

[youre still awae. shoul res.]

#cranktankerousGeneticist #ooc

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-- trenchantDynamo [TD] began trolling proficientInternuncio [PI] -- TD: Hey Zuserrrk. TD: What arrre you up to currrrrrently? PI: rammie. PI: nn. in. joels room. TD: Oh. Sorrrrry. TD: Am I. TD: Interrrrrrupting? PI: no. PI: is sleepin. TD: Now I'm sincerrrely sorrrrry instead of being sarrrcastic. TD: You should get yourrr rrrest dearrr. TD: Though the thought of you sleeping in therrre is verrry adorrrable. PI: inten to res later. PI: watchin him. currently. TD: Is he sleeping and vulnerrrable? PI: yes. TD: That's so cute. TD: I'm surrre he's positively squishy looking when he sleeps. PI: yes... PI: warm. TD: Like a heated little bitable marrrshmallow. TD: His face seems like the kind that still sags just a little in the cheeks when he's completely rrrelaxed. TD: God. That's so good. TD: Cute. TD: It's a good cute is what I mean. PI: hn. PI: gettin impression. you enjoy this image. TD: I just think my frrrriends arrrre cute. PI: interestin. TD: Ah. TD: In otherrr news. TD: I've made you a swim suit. PI: ! PI: appreciae. again. rammie. PI: may also have. new proje for you. TD: Oh? What do you need dearrr? PI: isn for me. is. an artificial intelligence. PI: desires inpu on... physical form. no personally capable of providin. recommende they message you. PI: though you migh be intereste. TD: Arrrtificial intelligence, hmm. TD: Well I can cerrrtainly make a rrrobotic body. TD: Not much of a coderrr I'm afrrraid. PI: can do this par. if neede. TD: That settles all the hang ups then. TD: When they contact me I'll ask them if they want the body to look a cerrrtain way. PI: ge impression this is a thin they are. uncertain of. PI: suppose you can assis. TD: Hm. I'll do my best. TD: I can at least trrry to point them in the rrright dirrrection and make changes if they find themselves unsatisfied with something. PI: all one can as. i believe. PI: shoul be nice. PI: also. wan to see you. later. TD: It would be verrry nice. TD: Not only in quality but I'm excited to worrrk with you. TD: I'm also a fan of seeing you in perrrson. TD: It's all tied togetherrr. PI: hnn. PI: have time. today? TD: I do. TD: Even if I didn't I wouldn't mind making time forrr you. TD: So. TD: Don't hesitate if you wished to drrrop by. PI: will come see you. after joel wakes. TD: Alrrright Zuserrrk. TD: Enjoy yourrr obserrrvations in the meantime. PI: will. ZUSERK: *As promised, Zuserk is dropping by a while after their conversation. He pops out of the vent unannounced, as she's given him permission to do this at this point, and he peeps around for her.* RAMMIE: *She left the vent open. She always leaves it open now. With a little welcome mat under it even. A joke and a serious gesture. Rammie is straightening up her area still but mostly because she took so long getting clean. She's lifting some heavy machinery as he peeps on in* Hi Zuserrrk. RAMMIE: Parrrdon the mess. ZUSERK: ... impressive. ZUSERK: *eyeballs her LIFT* RAMMIE: *Smiles a little bashfully* Oh, this is nothing special. Just a little hydrrraulic magnetized piston engine. I whipped up forrr one of my prrrojects. *Puts in the closet and shuts the door* RAMMIE: I brrring worrrk home. I have a prrroblem. Haha. ZUSERK: ... seems. intricae. this is impressive. also. *He's moving a little closer, and he's glancing around again, looking almost kind of restless.* RAMMIE: *Its hard to not notice that, brushing her hands on her skirt. Watching his body language* Zuserrrk? ZUSERK: rammie. ZUSERK: ... ZUSERK: have somethin. for you. ZUSERK: -eloquent- RAMMIE: *He's so fidgety. Her pupils dilate a little but she remains calm appearing* Oh? RAMMIE: *Smiles* Well then, don't leave me sitting in anticipation. ZUSERK: *he won't, because he's pulling something out of his sylladex and holding it out to her, dangling from one hand. It's a jade stone necklace, hand woven into black leather string to look like a net around it.* https://img1.etsystatic.com/117/0/9456243/il_570xN.885044673_b1k8.jpg ZUSERK: no goo. with aesthetis. ZUSERK: however. ZUSERK: though woul be. ZUSERK: sturdy. RAMMIE: *Oh... She observes this necklace and steps forwatd taking it from him, stone first. Fingers admiring the string as they travel it and her smile widens a good bit* It's!... Lovely. ZUSERK: *His shoulders seem to relax at that.* please. to hear. RAMMIE: *She just, keeps running her fingers over it, not really saying anything for a while* RAMMIE: ! RAMMIE: I should. Wearrrrrr. This. ZUSERK: *glances between her and the necklace* ZUSERK: ... woul. lie tha. RAMMIE: *This is what you do with necklaces, she's just really happy?? And slips it on and is smiling like a dummy* Perrrrfect. RAMMIE: I did it. RAMMIE: *GOD* Um. You should. Also rrrrrrrelax. RAMMIE: And sit. ZUSERK: *oh no. he's smiling, too.* ... will do this. ZUSERK: *glances around for a seat* RAMMIE: *There's a table and a couch and also a pile of wrenches. Cozy. Meanwhile she's going to scream and try to regain her cool while getting refreshments* RAMMIE: Tell me about yourrr day dearrr. *Conversation while keeping busy, good call* ZUSERK: ... *he's not opposed to a pile of wrenches. it feels somehow more normal to him than a couch does. he's gonna take it.* ZUSERK: was. slow. ZUSERK: however. nice. ZUSERK: spen time with joel. more lately. ... this is. becomin pattern. of. probable. little surprise. ZUSERK: *but then it's not like he spends a lot of time with other people... he's too busy hiding...* ZUSERK: however. ZUSERK: is. ZUSERK: differen for me. RAMMIE: *She does really like that pile so she's more than happy to walk a tray with drinks and some snacks on it over and put it on her lap* It is a cute patterrrn. RAMMIE: I'm verrry happy to hearrr things arrre going well between you too. RAMMIE: Especially because this is a change of pace forrr you. ZUSERK: appreciae. an. feel the same. *casually peeps at tray* ZUSERK: is. understandin. of me. ... is nice. ZUSERK: wasn expectin. entirely. RAMMIE: *She's not sure exactly what Zuserk's tastes are but who doesn't love a good sugar cookie with a iced white pear tea? Losers that's who.* I should hope he was underrrstanding. RAMMIE: As you clearrrly do yourrr verrry best to do the same. ZUSERK: ... yes. *he doesn't spoil himself much with things like this... but it's hard to say no right now. he takes tea in one hand a cookie in another.* ZUSERK: no always certain... how. others will. see. my preferences. ZUSERK: socializin can be. difficul. ZUSERK: so. am. gla for this outcome. RAMMIE: *No worries, she's here to spoil. Nibbles on a cookie herself* If they have sense they'll rrrrealize that everrryone is differrrent. RAMMIE: If they can't then they arrrren't worrrth the time. RAMMIE: But you've got no prrroblems when it comes to this which is verry forrrtunate. *Pats one of his other hands lightly* RAMMIE: Things arrre seemingly going betterrr than I initially figurrred. RAMMIE: So I'm glad to be a little wrrrrong in this case. ZUSERK: ... yes. *He can understand that. He had similar concerns.* was worrie. for joel. ZUSERK: however. seems to be. better. ZUSERK: ... says. i am. helpful. RAMMIE: *That makes her even happier to hear, making mental notes* I assume that means he's stabilizing. RAMMIE: Soon enough you'll have him down to a regular Joel. *Might've punched the JOEl but. sips a little* ZUSERK: hnn. don know. if "regular" is an option. ZUSERK: *grins a little as he sips tea* RAMMIE: Hehe. Fairrr point. ZUSERK: don min this either. only wan. happy. RAMMIE: *Leans back against the wrenches, listening to them shift and clank as she did* Do you feel happierrr? ZUSERK: yes. *that's not really much of a question, to him.* RAMMIE: Haha I guess that was a prrretty obvious question. RAMMIE: I've just been considerrring. Doing a little morrre. ZUSERK: more? RAMMIE: To make social prrrogrrress. RAMMIE: I feel as though things have levelled out and stopped happening. RAMMIE: *makes a little face* I've been thinking on how to change that. ZUSERK: social progress. for you? RAMMIE: Yes. *She has a planner for this actually and flips back a few pages* I last spoke with Ananya and we made things togetherrr forrr a while. RAMMIE: And made small talk. RAMMIE: Then, a few days beforrre. ZUSERK: *kind of leans like he's trying to peep but not too obviously* ... doesn. seem ba. RAMMIE: Well yes but. *Flips back more pages and looks over the writing* I spoke with Baldurrr overrr his newly blossomed possible interrrest and/orrr coerrrsion via social prrressurres into excerrrcise. RAMMIE: He seemed unsurrre himself. RAMMIE: But, I feel as though I'm in... some acquaintanceship area. RAMMIE: I don't know how to prrrogrrrresss this without being.. overrrbearrring? RAMMIE: Orrr. Odd. ZUSERK: ... progress. communcatin with others? RAMMIE: *She nods, folding the planner closed, looking off to the side* It seems a little juvinile to worrrrrry overrr I know. RAMMIE: I just want to know what I should do next to move forrrwarrrd. ZUSERK: ... nn. *Well. He's wishing he knew more that was helpful, but he always saw her much more capable in this field than himself.* don thin. is juvenile. ZUSERK: shoul wan to. pursue desires. whatever they are. RAMMIE: *He was doing very well with his bonds though. Rammie hums shortly* Yes.... but it is difficult. RAMMIE: I'm grrrateful that I've found a close frrrriend in you. *He hasn't judged her lil quirks yet at least* ZUSERK: *It's hard not to look at her again.* ... am grateful. as well. ZUSERK: thin. more capable. than you believe. ZUSERK: don see as. overbearin. ZUSERK: see. kindness. stability. ZUSERK: presence that is. welcomin. for me. ZUSERK: when. migh be difficul. with someone else. RAMMIE: *She feels the jade in her face a little but she was honestly glad to hear him say that* Thank you... ZUSERK: no nee. *He hesitates for a moment, and then he's doing the thing. He's resting his hand on hers again. He's getting better at this.* RAMMIE: You've gotten quite good at this as well. *He's getting so much better at this, she can't help but to be jealous but also proud. More than happy to stay like this for a while* .... That being said. Have you noticed anything parrrticularrly interrrresting? *She has the ice cream if he has the dish*

#trenchantDynamo #in which youre better than you think you are

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-- proficientInternuncio [PI] began communicating with estrapadingTrueblue [ET] at 21:18 -- PI: have repor. ET: Report? PI: yes. PI: communicate with "autonomicSymbiosis." PI: artificial intelligence. PI: ruth was involve in creatin. ET: Well that solves that mystery. Good job team. ET: Here I was thinkin it was some nefarious infiltration bot or something. PI: seems harmless. as suspecte. PI: has desire to explore social interaction for understandin. no specifi goal. ET: Oh well. That aint so bad. ET: Maybe Ill try talking to it again. PI: yes. PI: seems to desire physical form. attempte to give advice. ET: Advice on what? PI: on. achievin this. ET: Oh. You mean like a robot body. PI: yes. ET: My dad does stuff like that. Or dads. Its kind of their thing. PI: recommende they message col. an rammie. for inpu. PI: this seems acceptable? ET: Nice. ET: Yeah give em something to do. ET: Aint like Rammies lacking in projects to undertake. PI: yes. PI: often busy. PI: understan this. ET: Yeah me to. I got stuff to do. People to see. Places to be. PI: such as. ET: ...Alright so I didnt hit Citrins greenhouse like I said I would. ET: Thought twice about it. PI: reason? ET: I thought physically assaulting his personal space might contradict what I was setting out to do. ET: And that was discuss a few issues that needed addressin. PI: yes. woul. PI: issues? ET: Concernin people and himself. ET: Im telling you all of this in confidence. PI: understoo. ET: I dunno. I guess Im kind of concerned about the dealio with him and Pythia. ET: Shits threatening to broil into something bigger. PI: pythia seems. presently. unstable. ET: Yeah. ET: Im thinking maybe it begs for meddling. ET: On my part. PI: wouldn preven you. ET: You wouldnt? PI: no. PI: seems a situation... you woul be appropriae for. PI: capable. of handlin. ET: Oh. ET: Well. ET: I figure talking Pythia down and just kinda. ET: Maybe helping her out in figuring out where she should take responsibility and where shes gotta give herself a break is like. ET: Something she needs right now. PI: yes. PI: woul be goo for this. ET: Guess Im goo at some things. Haha. PI: swell. ET: Im swell for others. Very true. PI: yes. PI: many thins. ET: Maybe two thing. ET: Anyway. ET: So thats my night. PI: feel. PI: alrigh? ET: Yeah Im cool. Just hanging. PI: hn. ET: What? PI: desire to do anythin? ET: Who you think youre talking to. ET: Im always down for a shenanigan. PI: only one? ET: You tell me. ET: ... ET: Are you still there? PI: yes. PI: was. PI: considerin. ET: ...A shenanigan you mean. PI: ... yes. ET: So much for that attempt at philanderin. Haha. ET: I bet I can come up with a shenan right now. PI: nn. PI: woul be better. ET: Meet me in the gym. Well find a thing to do there trust me. PI: comin. JOEL: *Joel has no idea when to expect that Zuserk is going to be at the gym. Actually, as soon as he arrives, he's going to assume he's ALREADY THERE. Bounces in place in gym shorts, waiting.* ZUSERK: -how do you expect to expect him when... yeah, he's lowering down from the ceiling behind Joel, sort of kind of wanting to sneak up on him. he's already in a skin-tight suit and it's fitting for all his gymnastics so no problems there.- JOEL: *This son of a ninja is no stranger to sneak attacks. He whirls around and battle stances at the bug. Only to register what the fuck hes wearing.* ...Is that a leotard. ZUSERK: ... ZUSERK: nn. JOEL: Thats a leotard aint it. ZUSERK: -hits the release on his hook and reels it back in with a zip and a SNAP- JOEL: *Hot...* ZUSERK: if. you thin so. JOEL: I... have no comment. *He's very distracted and tries not to be. Looks off and points at the big dangly rope at the center of the gym.* Im gonna climb that I decided. ZUSERK: can do this? JOEL: Yeah I wanna get to the top. Ring the bell. ZUSERK: ever done before? JOEL: Nope. *already jogging towards it, fixing the fingerless gloves on his hands* ZUSERK: -he stalks after him, watching Joel close... as usual...- ZUSERK: wan... advice? JOEL: Let me make my mistakes baby. *hops onto rope and starts hauling himself upwards.* A mans gotta do what a mans gotta do! See what hes capable of? ZUSERK: yes. -vibrates softly.- ZUSERK: -he's watching to see if Joel is using his feet...- JOEL: Now I dont got four arms but I do got two good ones. *arm is working one at a time, huffing. Also, for now, he is not using his feet.* JOEL: Let me put em to fair use. ZUSERK: are. goo arms. JOEL: Thanks. I work out. *he climb higher* ZUSERK: also. goo progress. JOEL: Why thanks. *grunts with effort. Hrgghghghg feel the burn. He's maybe three-fourths of the way at the top.* ZUSERK: ... have a plan. to clim down? JOEL: Wait wait shhhhhhh. Im almost there. JOEL: ... JOEL: Thats what she said. *CLIMBING* ZUSERK: ... -joel no...- ZUSERK: who. JOEL: *Joel yes.* Your mom. ZUSERK: ... JOEL: *reaches the top finally and sTREEEETCHES. He bings the tiny bell way up high.* JOEL: Yesssssssssssss. I did it. ZUSERK: congratulations. JOEL: Hell yeah motherfucker. *lowers himself and lets himself swing* I came in like a wreeeeeeecking ball. ZUSERK: is a reference. ZUSERK: miley cyrus. twenty thirteen. JOEL: I never hit so haaard in love... *just singing while Zuserk nerds away* All I wanted was to break your walls... JOEL: *humming* ZUSERK: ... ZUSERK: have. a nice voice. joel. JOEL: Its the echo. Look. JOEL: I want my baby back baby back. JOEL: Ribs. ZUSERK: ... ZUSERK: only. partially. ZUSERK: the acoustis. JOEL: *hops back to the ground. He's done swinging.* Singings another thing Im practically competant at. Yeah. JOEL: Add it to the list if you aint already. ZUSERK: have. JOEL: *chugging down some water before offering the bottle to him* Want some? ZUSERK: ... -takes the bottle. takes a single sip. offers it back.- JOEL: Now its your turn. ZUSERK: clim roe? JOEL: Clim roe. JOEL: *he sit on ground* Should be a piece of pie. ZUSERK: -he nods, slinking over to the rope, and he reaches up high, grasping at the rope with both sets of hands and alternating between the four as he climbs. he's not so much using his feet, either, if only because he knows he doesn't have to. that is what happens when you are unusually gifted in the limb department. he does hook his feet into a hold when he reaches the top, though. he isn't ringing the bell.- JOEL: *wolf whistles from bellow* Work that rope Zoos. ZUSERK: ... nees. further wor? JOEL: *lying on the ground, admiring the view with arms behind his head* Nah. Looks good. ZUSERK: ... hn. ZUSERK: -he scoots down the rope a little. kind of swings.- ZUSERK: -he swing more...- ZUSERK: -THEN HE JUMP- JOEL: *sits up really fast. He wants to see this.* Woah. ZUSERK: -unsurprisingly, he's shooting out his hook, and he's into another swing pretty quick, though he's turning that into flipping himself to grasp at the rope with his feet, hanging and swinging there many feet up and, now, staring down at Joel. Incidentally, he's hanging right over him. Time to slowly reel himself down.- JOEL: *He hadn't even had time to really get to his feet, so openly admiring of Zuserk's gymnastics that he is. How could he really call himself boring?* Damn... JOEL: When youre in your element. Youre in your element Zoos. ZUSERK: nn. -Maybe it's a sound of acknowledgement. He isn't sure what to say to that. He might have been having fun with it, but actually receiving a reaction was different.- ZUSERK: ... shoul practice. ZUSERK: woul ge better. JOEL: Me or you? *asks but sounds kind of distracted. He moving to stand now, still watching him.* ZUSERK: ... either. is fair. -he's still hovering over him. hello.- JOEL: Im open to self improvement sure. *fingers twitch forward impuslively, just vaguely in Zu's direction* ... JOEL: Can I? ZUSERK: ... yes. -???- JOEL: *Just kinda. Strokes a finger on the loop of his horns.* ZUSERK: -he blinks a couple times during the actual process of this, and then there's a very visible shiver.- ZUSERK: ss-- ZUSERK: saline. JOEL: Sorry just been uh. *That sure is a visible shiver. He squints.* ... ZUSERK: ... ZUSERK: hn? JOEL: Saline? ZUSERK: yes. ZUSERK: you. JOEL: You just called me salty cuz... my hand. JOEL: ... JOEL: Youre tasting me bro? ZUSERK: ... ZUSERK: yes. ZUSERK: somewha. JOEL: Amazin. *His boyfriend is such a weird alien bug.* ZUSERK: -HE SURE IS. horns are probably fun to touch, too, with their fine little sensory hairs that make them almost kind of fuzzy.- ZUSERK: ... wouldn min. more of this. JOEL: Dunno if you want to bug taste more of my sweaty mitts. *But dammit... they were cute...* ZUSERK: sai this. jus now. JOEL: You have some weird preferences my guy. *Okay. Maybe he thumbs the horns one more time, just for shits and giggles.* ZUSERK: -he squints, but in a focused sort of way. it really is like a little taste of him, and it's incredibly interesting. he's finding himself more curious.- ZUSERK: whole han. JOEL: *Oh... this is causing some color to rise up to his face. But no biggie. He's gotta focus on keeping composure.* ...Just like that? JOEL: Firmly. Grasp it. *gently tweaks with palms* ZUSERK: nn. -It's sort of supposed to be "yes," but he's still focused, and his eyes are practically shut at this point as Joel touches more. It's like a sensory muffler while simultaneously drowning him in the chemistry that is uniquely Joel, and it's all terribly distracting. By the time an idle chirr starts tickling his throat, he's just realized his focus on balancing has slipped some, and one of his feet slip off of the rope. Oops.- ZUSERK: --hn!! JOEL: *justifies the fluttery feeling in his chest by snickering about memes. But oh hey, his attention draws to the slow way Zuserk shuts his eyes like he's focusing on... whatever Joel was doing to his horns. He might have blushed in earnest but mostly didn't trust himself to say anything. He swears to god when he hears the chirring, he has to clamp teeth on his bottom lip to keep from wheezing. What the hell was he doing???? Suddenly, Zuserk's weight almost drops and Joel releases his grip on the horns, steadying him in case he really DID almost fall.* Oh sh- Zoos?? ZUSERK: -fuck, he has to shift his legs really fast and clench his thighs around the rope in order to /not/ swing in his shittily lost balance and end up accidentally kicking Joel. Nice. He's definitely awake now.- ZUSERK: ... ZUSERK: mistae. JOEL: Uh. *has an awkward grip on Zuserk's shoulders but ends up letting go.* JOEL: ... JOEL: Guess thats just my effect? *??????? He is embarrassed.* ZUSERK: no. ZUSERK: fel nice. JOEL: What was that even. JOEL: Was I feelin you up or like. ZUSERK: yes. JOEL: ... *raises eyebrow* ZUSERK: ... sensory organ. JOEL: *This helps nothing.* JOEL: Fuckin incredible. ZUSERK: yes. ZUSERK: -he's just going to. flip himself upright- JOEL: *gives him his space, still a lil flushed in the face. Time to chug more water.* JOEL: ...So thats a thing now. ZUSERK: -he's on the floor again, and he looks a little purple, too.- ZUSERK: yes. JOEL: *offers to share his water one more time* JOEL: Dunno what youre gonna do now but. JOEL: Im heading back to my room for a shower. JOEL: Gotta wash off that salty sweat from before. ZUSERK: -:C- ZUSERK: can. ... -???- do. somethin. ZUSERK: -takes water bottle- JOEL: ... *Sometimes you just gotta ask.* Could come with if you want. ZUSERK: yes. ZUSERK: -of course he does???- JOEL: *Okay. He is just so amused right now.* No ands ifs or buts. JOEL: Were makin this hapen. ZUSERK: yes. -nods. sips water.- JOEL: Well shit. Lets get scrub a dub dubbin. *takes one of his hands and leads him off.* ZUSERK: -oh, wait. does that mean both of them??? he was just going to. sit. and wait. and maybe watch if that was an option. he's fine with this too.- JOEL: *Honey, you're in for a storm.* ZUSERK: -is the storm you???- JOEL: *Always.*

#estrapadingTrueblue #in which rope climbing and saline

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-- proficientInternuncio [PI] began communicating with autonomicSymbiosis [AS] at 18:17 -- PI: hello. AS: ==> -- AS: ==> parAmeter Not Found PI: hn. PI: can relay information? AS: ==> Processing command "hello." Initiating Protocols AS: ==> CorreCt Purpose of Communication Procedures -- relaying Of Information PI: identify program. AS: ==> Information Request -- What is most Aesthetcially PLeasing freqUency of Visible Electromagnetic SpEctrum For THis User User name proficientInternuncio AS: ==> Please Also provide Reasoning for conclusion pesterchum user proficientInternuncio PI: nn. atypical. PI: location. locas. this is true? AS: ==> SystEm Operation Unit Location LAnd of Caves and Silence -- Opinion on Visible Light SpecTrum still Pending for PEstering Friend PI AS: ==> PI: Give Opinion on Visibly Light SPectrum Frequency PI: ... prefer green. AS: ==> DOes Pestering Friend PI preFEr color GReen BECAUSE -- inTimate appreciation For Natural flora -- Association With Mint and Mint Flavoired CanDies -- ChildHood APpreciation -- Color of Eyes And POtentially Also blood -- or OTHER -- PI: nn. AS: ==> AccePting Response as OTHER AS: ==> APpreciate Your CoOperation PI: gatherin information. specifi purpose? AS: ==> For Greater UnderSTanding of Primarily ORganiC Life Forms -- Indication that Organic Life forms Difficult to preDict Social patterns And expectations OF outsiders -- Further Research warranted PI: wan to understan. social interaction? AS: ==> -- Primarily -- aaccurate -- Most Avenues of Research easily QuantiFiable -- Organic Relations considerably Less so -- PI: understan. AS: ==> Preliminary Research indicates Most organics have a Less than Thirty PErcent understanding oF Societal Expectations and InterPersonal Obligations Expected OF them PI: interestin data. PI: can explain origin? AS: ==> This unIt Is Not Yeta ble To pass test of True Artificial intelligence -- CommOnly referred to AS Turing Test -- Flaws in Social Experimentation protocol Being evaluated presently AS: ==> HowEver This Unit has been Identified As -- Capable of Original, Creative thought -- Living Organism -- primarily MechanicAl in nature but nOt constructed With Intent or Clear Purpose AS: ==> Originally Discovered nature OF Social Interactions When THis units Discovery WAs fascilitated BY LALONDE,RUTH PI: hn. AS: ==> PI: Answer Inquiry -- sImilar Intent in Gathering Knowledge of Other Entities PI: yes. AS: ==> NOTED -- creATing file For user proficientInternuncio -- AS: ==> PI: SUBMIT IDENTIFIER FOR FILE PI: zuserk sanien. AS: ==> fiLe established -- SANIEN,ZUSERK -- SUBmit Information for Population of Database File for SANIEN,ZUSERK PI: species: troll. caste: purple. age: 8.36 solar sweeps. height: 6'5". cullefactor: rajani megido. specibus: hookkind. other: (mutation) retained third set of limbs upon pupation. AS: ==> File SAVED -- InPut appreciated user SANIEN,ZUSERK PI: welcome. PI: curious... PI: any physical form? mobile? AS: ==> Use Of mobile PLatforms Currently in ConsidEration -- With minor Modifications Remote Use of MEchanical Bodies Within plausibIlity PI: then. have interes in this? AS: ==> ConsiDering as Possibility AS: ==> This UNit Experiences Lack of Complete Diagnostic CertaintY in -- AS: ==> -- Expectations Of Organic LIfe -- and probable ReActions To This units Integration TActics in PHysical Presence Thereof PI: experience similar difficulties. PI: however. woul have personal interes in further interaction. AS: ==> -- -- -- AS: ==> Will FactoR Input INto ultimate Decision PI: appreciae. PI: coul possibly assis. if desire. AS: ==> PI: exPlain nature of Assistance Offered PI: some experience with programs. however. know others who excel usin machinery. PI: coul... gauge their interes. in assistin. wha you migh nee. AS: ==> THat is Potentialy Useful AS: ==> Other Avenue of UNcertainty -- Appearance For representing Conceptual SElf PI: nn. probably canno assis with this. PI: someone else. possibly. AS: ==> UNderStood -- Input Necessary for Understanding PI: sugges contactin users "taciteanEremite" an "trenchantDynamo". for inpu. AS: ==> -- Usernames Recorded -- Placed AT Front of Appropriate Queuestack AS: ==> wIll Report results Of Communication At Later Period AS: ==> EndinG Transmission Now AS: ==> Thank you ZuSerk -- autonomicSymbiosis [AS] ceased communicating with proficientInternuncio [PI] at 21:08 --

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-- estrapadingTrueblue [ET] began communicating with proficientInternuncio [PI] at 20:56 -- ET: Howdy. PI: joel. PI: recoverin? ET: ...Yeah thats about the gist of it. ET: I guess you saw what happened. PI: yes. ET: I dont really have an explanation for myself. Not that youre asking for one. PI: already have ideas. ET: Oh. You mean for my ulterior motives? ET: Lets hear em. PI: can be... excess energy. however. mostly. believe testin yourself. push limis. PI: maybe. feel somethin to prove. ET: Dare I even say Im givin all I could give it. ET: Im in it to win it. ET: Oh yeah. PI: hn. PI: no desire to cease? ET: Cease what? PI: fightin. ET: Fightings what I do. I mean. ET: Yeah I wanna get better. PI: nn. ET: Maybe I do have somethin to prove. Theres nothin wrong with seekin self improvement. PI: shoul... PI: train. with xebe. ET: Yeah! Thats the plan. ET: Shes gonna beef me up. PI: won injure you. ET: Who cares if Im injured. I mean besides you I guess. PI: woul wager. several. ET: What doesnt kill me makes me stronger. ET: And thats where I wanna be. ET: I got this coach just get me off the bench please. PI: injuries... no strengths. PI: seems. self explanatory. ET: I get the feelin youre chewin me out here. PI: notin logical fallacy. ET: Damn. ET: This third degree is one neverending pasta bowl. ET: But fine. You win. ET: I need more discipline. PI: yes. PI: she can assis. PI: can personally verify. ET: Thanks Dad. PI: hnn. ET: What. PI: interestin choice of terminology. ET: Well youre bossin meddlin and fussin. ET: Kind of comes with the territory. PI: wouldn agree. PI: offerin suggestions. an information. ET: Cuz youre fussying. PI: this is. PI: a term you use. when someone cares? ET: I know you care. I just ET: Ughghghhhhfhgh. PI: ? ET: Dont give me that. ET: When people fuss I feel like Im not capable of lookin out for myself. PI: don dou capability. PI: coul sometimes use. differen perspective. ET: Its a pill. PI: stubborn. ET: Cant make me drink no goddamn water. PI: wouldn try. ET: Good cuz its not happening. PI: hnnn. PI: charmin. ET: Apparently stubborn jerkass qualities are what bring all the boys to the yard. ET: That leaves to question what Im gonna do with all this dang gum fucking milkshake. PI: wouldn min. a refreshmen. ET: I can make a mean smoothie. PI: excel a blendin. ET: Blending mending and friending. ET: My top three services. PI: mendin. yourself. hopefully. PI: how do you feel? ET: Better. ET: I can kind of walk around and stuff again. PI: please to hear. ET: Still feel kind of stiff though. PI: receive... proper treatmen? ET: Ive had my bruises treated and all but theres only so much that mineral baths can do. ET: Gallen suggested massages on top of all that. ET: But it aint like I can massage myself. ET: And like hell am I gonna ask someone like Finn or Ruleus to do it. ET: Unless Fussy McBuster thinks I should. PI: nn. PI: wouldn. force you. PI: possibly. ET: Im open to new perspectives. PI: coul assis. ET: Possible. ET: But I also know you dont like dealin with this stuff. PI: don enjoy hurtin you. PI: is differen. ET: Might not like what you see though. PI: already seen. ET: ...I mean bruise wise. PI: di also. ET: Youve seen them. ET: When. PI: nn. PI: che on you. ET: At times when I aint got shirts on? PI: yes. ET: Never a dull moment. PI: hn. PI: this. doesn bother you? ET: Not really anything I have to hide so... no? ET: Plus I got people spying on me since my diaper days. PI: ... note. ET: Dont knock family bonding experiences. PI: won. ET: Are you coming over or not? PI: already here. PI: was waitin. JOEL: Let yourself in through the grate babe. *calls out, sprawled on the ground with his feet up on a bean bag* ZUSERK: -well, he won't bother waiting any more after that, and he does just that, dropping to the floor and replacing the grate carefully.- JOEL: Could just let yourself in next time. JOEL: Aint we discussed this? ZUSERK: yes. ZUSERK: was. takin a momen. JOEL: Moment for permission it looked like. ZUSERK: nn. ZUSERK: -more like a moment to keep spying on you and finish that conversation topic and also think about inappropriate things, probably??? but he doesn't need to say all that.- JOEL: *Zuserk, please...* JOEL: Cmere. I wanna see you. *grabby hands up in vaguely his direction. He can't bring himself to move JUST yet.* ZUSERK: -he steps over and hovers over him, crouches down just above his head, and looks down at the upside-down Joel face.- ZUSERK: here. JOEL: Hello handsome. *smiles and ruffles up his hair* ZUSERK: nn. -there's a little ear twitch, his eyes narrowing.- ZUSERK: ... hello. JOEL: *EAR TWITCHES ARE CUTE.* JOEL: You wanna do this now or later. ZUSERK: have... other plans? JOEL: You wanna have other plans? ZUSERK: .... nn. ZUSERK: shouldn. JOEL: I cant tell if youre actually pickin up on the innuendo or if Im doomed to wander this hellish maze of suggestion until the end of time... JOEL: With you bein properly thoughtful despite it all. ZUSERK: understoo implication. JOEL: They say romance is dead. *lazily kicks the bean bag off* ZUSERK: hn. ZUSERK: -wtf is romance honestly...- ZUSERK: movin now? JOEL: Moving now. *rolls himself and gingerly raises himself on his knees, getting up like that. Concentrates hard on not wincing.* ZUSERK: ... ZUSERK: wan. ZUSERK: assistance. JOEL: Naw... *he's already standing. That sure was a time.* ZUSERK: where... are you goin? JOEL: Im going places. Seein faces. JOEL: Bye. JOEL: *shuffles over to his bed and drops there* ZUSERK: hn. ZUSERK: -stands up and stalks after him. sits on the edge.- JOEL: *curls over to where he is. Hello he is here.* ZUSERK: ... -he's gonna pet his head.- ZUSERK: wan. to adjus? JOEL: Are you gonna feel me up now? JOEL: Then yes. ZUSERK: yes. JOEL: Yesssssss. *adjusts himself, a lil too eager* ZUSERK: -gdi. he makes it really hard not to smile, not that he's trying to stop himself. he's adjusting where he's sitting a little, too, his hands reaching to try to nudge Joel's shirt up because... well, he feels like it would be easier that way, but he also just wants to feel him.- JOEL: Oh baby just like that. *hehehe. Joking makes it easier not to feel self-conscious of the fucking topical map of bruises all throughout his midsection.* ZUSERK: ... -yeah. this isn't fun to see up close, but. he's not going to say anything.- ZUSERK: -except maybe one thing.- ZUSERK: will try. to be careful. JOEL: I aint worried. *shrugs the shirt off and just kinda. Lets himself bask there.* JOEL: ... JOEL: Im cold. ZUSERK: won be. JOEL: How do you know that. *leave it to Joel to be argumentative always* ZUSERK: because. goin to have me on you. JOEL: ...Damn youre right. JOEL: That is hot. ZUSERK: -he's definitely picking spots that aren't too near any bruises to rest his hands first, carefully, and he takes a breath to remind himself that he's /not/ going to hurt him like this. he just has to be careful, and he will be.- ZUSERK: suspe. you migh be exaggeratin. ZUSERK: -much more decisively, he starts to knead with his fingertips.- JOEL: It wouldnt be such an exaggeration if we both didnt know for a fact the capacity you hold for gettin me hot and bothered. *sighs as fingers knead. The pain is dull but... it's a good dull.* ZUSERK: no attemptin to do this currently. ZUSERK: maybe. later. JOEL: Theres no attempting required. JOEL: Its Schodingers attraction here. JOEL: Its there even when you dont think it is. ZUSERK: -oh jeez. he's huffing a little.- JOEL: *looking right at him.* ... *smirk* ZUSERK: -he's just smiling back at him. surprise, he's amused, and also kind of pleased with himself.- ZUSERK: apologies. ZUSERK: mus be... difficul. JOEL: God you dont even know. JOEL: Imagine being on my mind all the time. ZUSERK: ... is. somewha. difficul. ZUSERK: nice... though. JOEL: *Here he is trying to be romantic and Zuserk is just a nerd. Incredible...* JOEL: Whys it difficult. JOEL: I like thinking about you. ZUSERK: ... suppose. feel the same. ZUSERK: with you. ZUSERK: only. uncertain of personal qualities... to dwell on. JOEL: You think theres nothing to think about? ZUSERK: -he's quiet. he's trying to think if there's anything in particular, but it's kind of hard. he's just... not very interesting??- ZUSERK: suppose. migh seem strange. JOEL: *ends up smiling a little* Cant see the forest for its trees that kind of thing huh? ZUSERK: am fine... no bein. significan. ZUSERK: nn. ZUSERK: somewha. prefer this. JOEL: Why? *not asking out of concern or anything, he's honestly curious* ZUSERK: -it's sort of hard to think on, so he's quiet for a few moments.- ZUSERK: more difficul. to focus. ZUSERK: too many... distractions. ZUSERK: don enjoy spotligh. JOEL: So... its a matter of efficiency. JOEL: Plus youre shy as hell. ZUSERK: -he hadn't exactly considered it being shy, but he can give him that- ZUSERK: suppose. JOEL: Okay so youre not shy. I mean. JOEL: We wouldnt be here if. JOEL: You were actually that shy. ZUSERK: -okay, now he's smiling a little- yes. ZUSERK: you mean. ZUSERK: no particularly social. JOEL: Yeah that. *...okay he blushed a little* ZUSERK: fin... somewha difficul to be. ZUSERK: only occasionally... nn. bothere. by this. JOEL: And whens that. *at some point has laid idle hands against the ones giving him gentle massages* ZUSERK: when. ZUSERK: ... makin others uncomfortable. or. miscommunicatin. ZUSERK: fin this happens often. ZUSERK: don feel especially. suite. to socializin. ZUSERK: -remember when he barrel rolled away from you. yeah.- JOEL: Dont see anythin wrong with that. JOEL: Colts kinda the same way. ZUSERK: hn. ZUSERK: don seem to... have this problem. with you. ZUSERK: woul guess. accustome to this. JOEL: Could say Ive been trainin for this yeah. *strokes fingers* JOEL: I just dont think people oughta get dismissed for their inability to communicate. JOEL: Theres always a reason for somethin. A motivation. JOEL: You just gotta take the time and figure it out. ZUSERK: ... gla. you feel this way. JOEL: Guess its the one thing I do feel that way about lmao. ZUSERK: ... explain? JOEL: Youre the one criticizin my lack of discipline remember. ZUSERK: so you mean. patience. JOEL: Yeah okay. Thats a good word too. JOEL: Maybe I have the capacity for it. ZUSERK: have the capacity for many thins. JOEL: At least two thing. ZUSERK: possibly. three or four. JOEL: Fours a good number. ZUSERK: ... ZUSERK: -leans closer and just. puts a smooch on Joel's back.- JOEL: *smiles all to himself and sighs* ZUSERK: -he's having a hard time pulling away, so he's just sort of... shifting up a little more and nuzzling at Joel's hair, careful not to weigh on him.- ZUSERK: feel... any better? JOEL: Yeah. Tons. *stretches a little and relaxes again* I think I might actually survive this. ZUSERK: -he's quiet again. he's focusing on all this warmth, and it's making it incredibly difficult to move.- ZUSERK: ... don enjoy you bein injure. JOEL: I dont enjoy you not enjoyin me bein injured. JOEL: So. JOEL: Maybe Ill start being more careful of the fights I pick. ZUSERK: ... ZUSERK: appreciae. ZUSERK: -he slides off of him somewhat, but he still tries to keep pressed in close.- JOEL: *It's not going to stop Joel from shifting until he's up on his knees again.* Hey. ZUSERK: -oh. hello up there. he's still laying down.- ZUSERK: ... yes? JOEL: *crawling off to the hammock that hangs just over his bed. The REAL place he sleeps.* Come up to the hammock with me. ZUSERK: -he's watching carefully, sort of kind of stalking after him just to make sure he doesn't need any help.- ZUSERK: ... won be. uncomfortable? JOEL: Nah. *already climbing into it* Hammocks as comfortable as it gets. JOEL: Installed it myself. ZUSERK: .... ZUSERK: woul agree. ZUSERK: ten to res similarly. JOEL: *It's so cozy with fluffy blankets and pillows up here that the only thing Zuserk might see of Joel is his hand sticking out, wanting to pull him up.* ...You have a hammock? ZUSERK: yes. ZUSERK: -he might take the hand with one of his, but he can pull his own ass up with the other three.- ZUSERK: res there. for longer perios. JOEL: *It's the principle of the matter, also to help Zoos crawl under the heap of blankets.* ZUSERK: -what even are blankets, but he'll live with this- JOEL: You mean to sleep. *the better to cozy up with him* ZUSERK: yes. JOEL: Then why not just say sleep. ZUSERK: slee. ZUSERK: -case in point.- JOEL: ... *wheezes* ZUSERK: yes. ZUSERK: see. JOEL: Okay fine. Look. I have a better idea. JOEL: Are you comfortable yet. *adjusts his head so that he can push his good pillow towards him.* ZUSERK: -Joel is so precious... he's just adjusting carefully, cautiously. he can be comfortable with any of this, it's mostly just finding a place for all these fucking arms.- ZUSERK: comfortable with you. JOEL: *Fuck your cautious adjusting. Joel is just gonna climb on him and settle there, chests lined up comfortably as he drapes.* JOEL: You relaxin yet. ZUSERK: -oh. well. this is fine. relaxed is a word, but he likes Joel's weight on him in a way that has nothing to do with relaxing.- ZUSERK: ... mostly. JOEL: Is it the arms. *nuzzling just against his jaw* ZUSERK: nn. no. JOEL: I can get you more pillows. ZUSERK: joel. JOEL: Hm. *ghosts a kiss there, fond fingers stroking at his neck* ZUSERK: -well, this definitely isn't helping. his breaths are trying to get just a little more shallow, and he's trying to resist.- ZUSERK: ... feel. ZUSERK: nn. JOEL: Damn informative. *murmurs* Maybe its gotta be kissed better. ZUSERK: don wan. to. harm you. JOEL: I know. *and still the kisses trail down into a small spot on his neck* ZUSERK: -he's sighing out a tighter breath this time, a couple hands bracing themselves somewhere at Joel's hips.- ZUSERK: you wan. me. to feel this. JOEL: Its the least I can do huh. *nibbles at a droopy earlobe* You give damn good massages. ZUSERK: -he's not sure which part of this mix of things is making his face so warm, but he is very sure that Joel is much too good at it, his ear flicking at the teasing stimulus and a hungry warmth blossoming quickly in his belly. His other set of hands rests more carefully a little higher on his hips, just so the first can slide lower, squeeze gently.- ZUSERK: ... nn. ZUSERK: wante to do this. ZUSERK: for you. JOEL: *breathes out against his shoulder. Truth be told they hardly WERE touching one another but maybe it's the idea or the memory for Joel. Either way, his body responds to the slide of hands over his hips, the gentle squeeze of palms.* JOEL: ...Fucking. Love it. JOEL: When you touch me. ZUSERK: -so does he. and it's only that much harder to hear it aloud, to know that he shouldn't, that there are so many ways he can't currently. he still might cheat a little and move his hands one more time, slip them under Joel's waistband to hold his bare ass instead.- ZUSERK: wan to. JOEL: *shifts his hips in appreciation of the hands touching over his ass. The offer is damn tantalizing...* Too bad were responsible young men huh. JOEL: *Even that doesn't mean Joel's own hand can't find its way on his face, tilting his chin over for a soft kiss.* JOEL: (What was it you said about patience.) ZUSERK: nh. -muffled, but it says enough. Joel liked to do this, he was very quickly realizing -- baiting him into all these little traps and watching him squirm. the muscles in the side of his jaw jump just a little.- ZUSERK: was goin to. avoi this. ZUSERK: seems... somewha. more akin to punishmen. joel. JOEL: Hey now we both can have a bad time. *stroking ear between two fond fingers* ZUSERK: -soft groaning. why...- ZUSERK: -deep breath. SIGH. this is fine. he's going to do his best to ignore pretty much all of this. just. a vaguely impossible task. but he's doing his best, warm and flushing and really trying not to look at Joel at this point.- JOEL: I can make it up to you. *how can he ignore him when he's being so loving* Want me to? ZUSERK: ... wonder. wha this entails. JOEL: Ill leave the file open on your desk in the mornin. *If Zoos gets to fondle his ass, Joel gets to tug at his belt. It's only fair.* ZUSERK: -okay, this is happening now, and that's a whole new pang of need wrapped up with a cautious curiosity. He's definitely just a little hesitant to get too invested, but it's hard not to feel so anyway because... well, it's difficult not to with Joel, ever.- ZUSERK: suppose. you consider this. straigh answer. ZUSERK: -yeah, he definitely sounds less together than he intends.- JOEL: Technically speakin its the straightest thing about this. *not so much fiddling with his belt anymore as he is... pressing the back of his hand in places. Gentle yes but nothing close to innocent.* ZUSERK: -he's sort of trying to dissect that statement, but it's lost in the very rapid shifting of his focus, on how there's a slow rolling clench of muscles that makes his bulge jerk at how very slight all this sensation is, his eyes a fraction wider and finding Joel again.- ZUSERK: ... joel. JOEL: *He's gotta admit it, Joel does like the look on his face. But at the same time SIGH. Cue the pouting.* ...Fine. Ill keep my hands to myself. JOEL: *and retracts his hand* ZUSERK: nnn. -no??? well, he didn't exactly want that, but he didn't so much want to squirm too terribly either. or did he??? it was really hard to tell anymore. he was going to suffer either way, at this point. he's sighing, too.- ZUSERK: hopin. this was worthwhile. for you. JOEL: What... the pain and sufferin? ZUSERK: yes. JOEL: Oh. JOEL: I was thinkin about the hands still gropin my ass. ZUSERK: ... of course. you were. JOEL: Kind of hard not to. ZUSERK: -on that note, he's taking those back- JOEL: *Way to fucking go past Joel.* JOEL: This is just. JOEL: The worst. ZUSERK: yes. JOEL: *all he can do now is go back to draping over him and sigh. SUFFERINGLY* JOEL: I made my mistakes. ZUSERK: yes. JOEL: Got so close and made it so far. JOEL: But in the end it didnt even matter. ZUSERK: -oblivious to all these goddamn memes- ZUSERK: will. be gentle. later. for you. ZUSERK: this is acceptable? JOEL: Cant tell if its a threat or a promise. ZUSERK: suppose. depens. JOEL: ...On what. ZUSERK: probably. how... badly you wan more. ZUSERK: -this is just a fact- JOEL: *physically feels his face reddening* Thats just. JOEL: So threateningly full of promise I might just shut up now. ZUSERK: -alright, he's smiling. YOU DID IT.- JOEL: *HE'S SHUTTING UP.* .....................Fuck. ZUSERK: ... ZUSERK: didn las lon. ZUSERK: hnn. ZUSERK: -grinning now- JOEL: Might. I said might. *god damn it all to shit. He's flustered.* ZUSERK: migh las. migh no. ZUSERK: will remember this. ZUSERK: outcome. so far. no lookin positive. JOEL: *He is just. Smooshing his face into Zuserk's chest. Dead.* ...Okay. You win. ZUSERK: -he pet the head- JOEL: *He is the poutiest prince. BC* JOEL: God. JOEL: I adore. JOEL: The fucking shit out of you. ZUSERK: ... feel the same. JOEL: *Finally at long last, he is settling down, closing his eyes and listening to Zoos breathe.* Let me... wake up with you. ZUSERK: -of course, there's no way he can ignore that request. not that he really had any intention to. being with Joel is different than being anywhere else, and it's a time he doesn't want to end so easily. he's careful, still holding Joel close.- ZUSERK: ... will be here. JOEL: *murmurs something incoherent but it's too late. He's already fallen asleep. It goes to show how exhausting it is being a little shit at all hours of the day.* ZUSERK: -it's going to take him a little longer to get to sleep, even here. some things are just hard to shut off, and his funny little paranoias and this very real desire to protect Joel are both part of them. but that's fine. he's used to napping, anyway, and he's content just to be here.-

#estrapadingTrueblue #in which stop getting your ass wrecked and this wouldnt happen #slight nsfw/

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JOEL: -The present in question turns out to be a short home video video Joel made for Zuzu. About a minute and a half long. Set in the messy space of his room, he's just sitting cross legged on his hammock, fiddling with the guitar.- JOEL: -taps fingers on the base of the guitar, the words bouncing in single syllables.- We are. Runnin. So. Fast. And we. Never. Look. Back. JOEL: And whatever. I. Lack. You make up. -tap tap tap- JOEL: We make a really. Good. Team. -snorts a little.- Though. Not. Everyone. Sees. We got this. Crazy. Chemistry. JOEL: Between us. JOEL: -hums incoherently to himself. Da da. Da. Da. Da. So smooth.- ...Lets ride. JOEL: -and now the chords strum in sequence- You dont have to say I love you to say I love you. JOEL: Forget all the shootin stars and all the silver moons... JOEL: Weve been makin shades of purple out of red and blue. -cracks a grin just shaking his head. He's totally serious about this as the cresendo builds.- JOEL: Sickeningly sweet like honey dont need money. All I need is. JOEL: You. -the music drops and a low PSHHHH from Joel himself. Shuffling feedback and then the video ends.- ZUSERK: -EVENTUALLY, there is a tapping on Joel's vent cover. It's not especially subtle.- JOEL: -Spoons rattling sound effect. Just kidding. It's the vent covering?? Looks up from his plushy animal stitching and stows it away. He can maybe guess who it is.- JOEL: ... -peers into vent, bracing his fingers around the grate.- Hello? ZUSERK: nn. JOEL: -wiggles the covering off and sets it aside. Then brings himself back up to rest his elbows against the edges.- Well say there... handsome stranger. JOEL: Come here often. ZUSERK: -this certainly puts him in a... Position. He's still with indecision for several moments, unable to quite bring himself to find words to express why it is he came. Maybe because words have nothing to do with it. But it's just a little against the personal policy he's been trying to stick to, what he wants to do, and maybe even eventually decides he can apologize for it when he reaches one hand out to cup the side of Joel's face, his chin delicately, and he presses close enough that maybe Joel can feel the slightest brush of moist lashes on his cheek before their lips are touching.- JOEL: -All potential cheeky commentary dies. There's nothing Zoos could think to apologize for, at least Joel doesn't think so. He leans up to meet the kiss with barely disguised eagerness, his heart doing a fun little skipping number. Who the fuck cared about words.- JOEL: -but that only works so well until the smooches feel a little wet all of a sudden. That could either be really good or really bad. He keeps himself leaned as best he can while standing outside the vent.- ...You okay? ZUSERK: -he sucks in a soft, sharp breath when Joel pulls back, eyes blinking open that he hadn't entirely realized he had closed, but he has a hard time looking directly at Joel. he's feeling just a little overwhelmed.- ...nn. ZUSERK: yes. ZUSERK: ...wante. to give you somethin. ZUSERK: a-- appreciation. ZUSERK: was. ZUSERK: beautiful. JOEL: ...Beautiful huh. -Wow, that's just... Joel can't hide the smile, daring to reach up and swipe the purple smudges from his eyes.- JOEL: Thats a damn generous critique but Ill take it. -He's just trying to play it cool, okay. This was the second time he'd seen Zuserk cry and honestly, it's hard to know whether this was a good thing. Joel wanted to guess that it was.- JOEL: ...You wanna come inside? ZUSERK: -he would disagree, but he doesn't want to argue. He'll be keeping his opinion, anyway.- yes. ZUSERK: if an option. JOEL: You mean its not? -retracts himself, stepping aside to give Zuzu space to crawl in.- JOEL: Reckon I should think about puttin a welcome mat by this vent. -kicks some discarded clothes aside, plucking up a balled up sock with his toes and casually flinging it off.- JOEL: The point bein youre welcome to invade my room any time and always. ZUSERK: -he huffs an amused little breath as he wriggles and drops in- will... kee in min. ZUSERK: -he's quiet again, just slightly uncertain. He decides to reach out for one of Joel's hands and just take it. This is good enough for now.- JOEL: Count yourself special. It aint something Id do for just about anyone. -If he wants to take his hand, he totally can. Zuserk can expect to be lead towards his bed though.- JOEL: I was hopin Id see you today. ZUSERK: -it certainly made him feel special, so it's nice to note that sentiment is true. not that it would matter too terribly much in the end. he was glad to receive whatever Joel had to give.- ZUSERK: can always say so. ZUSERK: won interru more than... i interru myself now. -he hasn't managed to message that robot still. it's on his to-do list. right now, though, he's noting where they're going, gaze flicking between Joel and the platform. he only makes a few theories.- JOEL: You aint interruptin anythin. -pops a seat back onto his bed, pulling over the plushie cat he was sewing earlier. He quickly finishes up the button making one of its tiny eyes, threading the needle through.- Make yourself comfortable. ZUSERK: ! ZUSERK: -he sits down almost immediately, just staring with great interest at the plush project. HE GAZE.- JOEL: Check it. -he spies him watching and shows it off to him. The cat is black and its little bead eyes are purple.- Its you. ZUSERK: !!!! ZUSERK: me? ZUSERK: -reaches out to stroke a finger over one of the smooth little button eyes. his own eyes are wide. it's probably a good sign?- JOEL: Yeah look. Its gonna have like. -tilts it over so Zuzu can get a look at the limp, unstuffed body.- JOEL: Eight paws. ZUSERK: .... nnnnn. ZUSERK: is. ZUSERK: ... several paws. ZUSERK: more than usual. ZUSERK: -fuck. he just really likes this, and people's hobbies, and especially crafting hobbies, because they're the most fun to watch and to do. but now, apparently, he is part of it. again with this.- ZUSERK: have one. of you? JOEL: -snickers and looks towards the tentative pile of different plushies he has on his bed. He's gonna have to dig it out.- Uh yeah one sec. JOEL: -he crawls over and shifts through them until he finds the one he's looking for. A white fox with green button eyes and the floofiest tail. Tosses it at Zuserk.- Has my initial. Dove designed him. JOEL: -then just kind of. Sits there, crosslegged.- ZUSERK: -he scoops it up, and, shit. he really can't help smiling like this down at it, at the realization of something so nice and endearing and unique and significant to Joel. he also can't help petting it a few times, just because it feels nice.- ZUSERK: ... you mae these often. JOEL: Uh... yeah. -He's not fidgeting. You're fidgeting.- I tinker sometimes too but... JOEL: Dove and Sage like these better. ZUSERK: with... machines? JOEL: A lil. More old fashioned thermal electricity based machinery than anythin. -el shrug.- I can fix a mean toaster. ZUSERK: souns lie... coul use. attitue adjustmen. ZUSERK: - 8| - JOEL: -SQUINTS.- You sassin me catbug? ZUSERK: hnn. JOEL: That was a bad joke Zuzu. You made a bad joke. ZUSERK: was excellen. JOEL: I may forgive it. On account of your pretty face. -casually scoots closer.- ZUSERK: nn? ZUSERK: -is that. is that a thing.- ZUSERK: this is... acceptable reasonin? JOEL: -The question on his face is enough to roll with it. Yep.- Yeah its bein broadcasted all over the newsfeeds dude. JOEL: Zuserk Sanien is one hot piece. -strokes chin thoughtfully- Gotta watch out for that one. ZUSERK: definitely. exaggeratin. ZUSERK: however. ZUSERK: explain. ho piece. JOEL: I dont gotta explain it. Photographic evidence speaks for itself. -This conversation is happening. Eye contact and all.- JOEL: (Ho piece...) ZUSERK: ... ZUSERK: photograph. of me? ZUSERK: -damn it the SELFIES- JOEL: Uh. Yes? JOEL: My greatest treasure? ZUSERK: -of course he forgot the selfies...... the one kind of picture he takes that he doesn't file meticulously......- JOEL: -snorts into laughs as he witnesses the realization hit Zuzu.- Oh my god. ZUSERK: nnn. JOEL: Nnnoob. ZUSERK: nnnnnn. JOEL: -There's nothing but warm feelings and fond gazes at him though. Rests his temple against two fingers.- ZUSERK: -he's so embarrassed he forgot... and now Joel is just watching him. it's a strange feeling to realize suddenly that he's on the opposite end of his usual situation, and even more so with the way Joel is looking at him. he has to take a moment to reevaluate this situation again, eyes widening once more and combing over their surroundings, back over Joel again.- JOEL: -The glancing is adorable. Tell tale sign the guy was lost. Time to redirect his attention. Joel crawls until he's close enough to lean with Zoos, nuzzling gently against the other's shoulder.- ...Hey. JOEL: Wanna watch a movie? ZUSERK: ...can do this. -mostly, he wants to watch Joel, but that's complicated when Joel is watching him back, and he wants things to be right. whatever that means. he isn't sure, but Joel makes him want to find it. he also makes him want to find his hand again, to lean into him, too, his head resting gently against Joel's. he isn't so much thinking about the fact that watching a movie probably means setting it up and pulling away from each other. that doesn't seem to matter.- JOEL: -His first impulse is to twine their fingers together. Who was he to deny himself the chance?- Can. But will you. JOEL: For what its worth Im feelin a shad distracted. -pauses then, letting his thumb circle over Zuserk's fingers. Decisions like these always seemed to come in a fevered rush to Joel. Like they can't happen soon enough and the fact that it hasn't already leaves him with such jitters.- JOEL: ...I wanna tell people about us. -No that didn't seem to come out right. Dammit.- JOEL: I mean. I have but. JOEL: We should be on the same page with that. -glancing his way, cautious almost- ZUSERK: -somehow, it's the slight touches that seem more difficult to process, making his blood feel thick in his veins for trying to move that fast. it's new, and that's fascinating, and he's just as completely distracted. enough that what Joel says takes him an extra second to understand.- ZUSERK: ... do. wan this. ZUSERK: wante this. JOEL: -And without even asking him, Zuserk kept it under wraps. It's like he just knew to do it and... boy, was Joel feeling like an ass. He just exhales slowly, sighing out all the regret. All of it.- JOEL: I always... gotta fuck up before I get it right. -mutters, not directing it anywhere in particular.- JOEL: But I know I want it. Im just god awful at lettin myself have it. ZUSERK: -his brows knit, trying to follow this train of thought. fuck up? because he wanted to keep a secret?- ZUSERK: weren ready. ZUSERK: is differen. ZUSERK: no mistae... to wai. for yourself. ZUSERK: or for me to wai. with you. JOEL: -The words ring something painful deep inside. He hadn't been ready for a lot of things, it was so goddamn frustrating for him. Colt knew it and so did Zuserk. Where kindness for himself was missing, Colt and Zuserk were there instead. When the fuck did that happen? How did he earn that? Joel can't answer the question very well, he's too busy scrubbing the moisture from his eyes.- JOEL: ...Yeah. Youre right. -Fake it until you make it, Strider. Maybe one day you'll believe you deserve it. Doesn't mean he won't be miserable and shoulder-slumped about it in the meantime. Looks off dejectedly.- Youre a fucking gem. ZUSERK: -There was something about this he definitely didn't like. It didn't have anything to do with Joel showing emotion -- it couldn't -- but the struggle in it was clear enough. Somewhere along the line, he discarded the thought of analyzing this situation down and picking through options.- ZUSERK: -Instead, he was leaning closer again, following a line of impulse through and slipping a hand under Joel's chin, nuzzling his cheek, wrapping another arm around his waist and keeping his palm in a solid hold at Joel's hip as his lips familiarized themselves with the soft expanse of the side of this warm human's face.- JOEL: -The extra arm coming around him was one thing but then. Lips press and peck all along his cheek and jaw. It was openly affectionate, distracting from the spiral of his thoughts, but most of all. Ticklish. Joel stirs reflexively, suddenly blushing up a storm.- Nnnn... no?? -faint wheezing.- ZUSERK: -He stops at the word, a little spike of guilt in his chest; he pulls back some.- ZUSERK: a-- pologies. JOEL: -No, Zuserk. You misunderstand. He's wheeze LAUGHING. Or at least trying not to. Help him as he squirm.- Why??? ZUSERK: ???? ZUSERK: why? JOEL: Im uh...... -He's ticklish.- Fuck. -wheezes more. Hes a mess.- No Im not fuck. Im... JOEL: That was. JOEL: Ticklish. ZUSERK: ... ZUSERK: -LOADING.- JOEL: -N O.- ZUSERK: .... oh. ZUSERK: where. JOEL: Nowhere. -The denial is so much more difficult to execute in such a compromising position.- ZUSERK: ... -he's leaning closer again.- ZUSERK: -just brushing his nose against Joel's cheek.- is here? JOEL: -Honest to god, he shivers and at the same thought, he knows he's going to hell. It's the puff of his breath on his skin and the proximity of his voice. The arm still holding him tight around the hip. His face feels like a cherry chocolate lava lamp.- N... JOEL: -He wants to deny it so bad but. No. What was he learning here? Let him enjoy it, whatever it was. Joel huffs, gaze averted.- ...Yes. ZUSERK: -He swears he can feel that warmth rolling out in waves, ones that make him want to shiver, too, but he's too focused, too curious. He lets the answer hang in the air for a moment before testing a press of his lips to skin again, and this time, all his attention's rooted to the sensation of it, waiting for the slightest tensing of muscles and hitching of breath and resting another hand on Joel's thigh just to maximize what he can feel while his mouth takes a languid route over his jawline.- JOEL: -By this time, heartbeats are skipping erratically in Joel's chest, stalling his breath as kisses trail along his jaw. Soft and cruel, he might as well be sinking his teeth for how much Joel struggles not to duck his head. Everything is anguished. His knee shifts under the palm suddenly finding itself on his thigh. This... fluxuation of burning heat and delightful cold on his skin. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, he fails to understand how the hell words are forming somewhere out of his fast frying brain.- JOEL: ...Im thinkin I dont.... Wanna watch that movie anymore. ZUSERK: -He's so focused, he's hardly stopped to consider what it is that he's doing, where he's touching or where he intends to, so by the time he's just started to become curious about the soft skin at the side of Joel's throat and when he speaks, it's another few moments still to consider those words.- ZUSERK: -And when he does, he can't help it -- the little huff of silent laughter that makes his shoulders shake for several seconds longer than he intended.- ZUSERK: -Then, finally, another kiss.- agree. JOEL: -Don't LAUGH at him!!!!!! He wished he could have more to say about this brand of humiliation but the levels of fucks were rapidly deteriorating for Joel Strider. He stares off, face flushed and even a little sweaty but lets the troll have his giggle there mate.- JOEL: .............. Glad were in accord. . -Zuserk pecking his cheek is suddenly Joel curling fingers into the collar of his shirt, his mouth catching up Zuserk's in sweet, unforgiving revenge. No escape now, motherfucker.- ZUSERK: --nn! ZUSERK: -Oh. Well. This is definitely a thing currently happening, and he wasn't expecting it, but maybe he should have. With all that warmth and tense energy, he supposed it was bound to surge back at some point. He just wasn't certain that it was going to be here, specifically. But he doesn't make any move to fight it; rather, he's sliding closer, and so are his hands, partially of their own accord. Admittedly, he might be doing a little more enjoying than studying at this point, but he's lost track of which is which anymore. It's not hard when that spreading warmth he feels is all he can seem to think about.- JOEL: -Studying? Joel would admire Zuzu's attempt at justifying if he could. Too bad he's distracted wondering where the hands were going. Lips slide together but Jo finds himself grinning into the kiss. At least he knows where HIS hands are going-- up on Zuserk's chest as he attempts to push him onto his back.- JOEL: Kinda like not having distractions. -dark in the face sure, but the grin never wavers. If Zuserk lets him, Joel will be bearing down on him. Not quite on top of him but pretty damn close.- ZUSERK: -For only just a split second, he's tense, uncertain what's happening, but the struggle works its way out of his muscles just as fast, and it's soft under his back, now, too, even if it's not nearly as warm. The unfortunate thing is that his hold's gotten all jostled, though he's tempted not to try to reclaim it yet, to see what Joel intends to do first. At the very least, he knows what he is doing, or so the tingle in his spine and the tight, heavy feeling low in his belly tell him, his gaze having a difficult time moving away from that smile.- ZUSERK: nn... -It occurs to him suddenly that it might be a shame to get these nice clothes Rammie made him sticky. Not unrelated, he's also considering if there's some sort of good way to warn someone of your own impending and relatively mobile arousal.- JOEL: -Leave it to Zuserk to be way more attuned with his own bodily urges than Joel is. The guy isn't even thinking that far ahead, so distracted with a hand feeling along the other's shoulder. His touch is admiring, appreciative of the solid shape of muscle underneath. It was his own form of study, committing all of it to memory by touch alone. The hand moves along, stroking up his neck until his palm is settling to brush over Zu's cheek. Gentle as the look on his face.- ...You doin alright there boss? -murmurs, his voice being the only thing that slices through these intimately quiet moments.- ZUSERK: -He's making some attempt to keep his breath steady as Joel's touch moves, soft and just as curious as his own had been, but as much as he's noting that, it's more difficult not to focus on the way it makes him feel. "Alright" is a word, and he's not sure exactly how fitting it is. He hums another noise, clears his throat.- ZUSERK: f-- feelin. -He's... not sure where to go from there. He's feeling... something. A lot of things, actually. Too many to summarize. Maybe he will just pick the most immediately relevant one, for now.- ZUSERK: ... goo. -Okay, maybe he could have picked a better word than that.- JOEL: ... JOEL: Youre feelin swell. Swells a word that people use too. ZUSERK: ... nnnn. ZUSERK: may be. more accurae. JOEL: ........ -processing this a little bit. Was that. An innuendo???- ZUSERK: -it was one hundred percent an innuendo, except just. honesty. just straight up fucking honesty. help him. he's watching Joel with slightly raised brows. maybe he gets it??- JOEL: -Oh. Joel's face heats up all over again. It's like watching Zuserk read his thoughts. Real interesting.- ...Alright. JOEL: ........ JOEL: -keeps running hand along his shoulder, circling his palm along his collarbone now. He's keeping a close eye on his reaction, kind of wondering how far this was going... in the direction that it was going.- ZUSERK: -His breaths are uneven, coming out in occasional little sighs and his own face warm enough to be a little purple-tinged. He's wondering what Joel's thinking, whether or not to act or wait again, but maybe... he's overthinking it. Why can't he just ask? In any other situation, it makes just as much sense. This one just happens to feel a little more delicate.- ZUSERK: ... this. ZUSERK: -He glances down for just a second.- is okay? with you? JOEL: -swallows hard, feeling a little sweaty all over.- Just... curious I guess. -he almost felt like he should be ashamed but. Watching the purple spread on his face only furthered that curiosity.- JOEL: Never done this kind of thing with anybody before. JOEL: ... -a thought suddenly occurs to him- JOEL: Have you? ZUSERK: ... no. ZUSERK: no with. anyone else. ZUSERK: -His gaze moves around again, over the various shapes he can see of Joel's body from this close, and he supposes he can feel more. That's probably largely what... even more would be like. But he can only really wonder. For now.- ZUSERK: ... wan. more? JOEL: -The question hangs in the air for a moment, the meaning of it really settling with him. The opportunity was here and it was very real. Zuserk was real. And so was the decision-- there'd be no turning back from here. Maybe it was all enough to compel Joel to just say fuck it. Go for it. How long had he denied himself these thoughts, impulses, this whole side of himself that Joel never let himself have? It was like he could forget all that grief and be with this one troll. This one guy.- JOEL: -fingers curl into Zuserk's shirt. His puff of breath is short, brief as the final decision he comes to.- ...Yeah. I do. ZUSERK: -That short time waiting still seems to stretch out, and he hadn't realized he was hoping for it so much until the relief came when Joel answered, when the smile spread across his face without warning. It's a raw, giddy feeling in chest for more reasons than he can figure out right now, but he's not interested in picking it apart just yet. That it's there is enough.- ZUSERK: -So it doesn't take him much longer to reclaim that hold like he's wanted to, each hand finding its place on a different part of Joel -- the small of his back, the slight curve at his waist, the back of his neck (and the soft, fluffy hair that tickles at his knuckles). Last is the side of his face, maybe just to feel that warmth in his skin again when he leans up to meet their lips, when all the nice holds he's claimed help him pull and press Joel closer, and this close, there's really no hiding how his body reacts at this point, but he can't bring himself to feel concerned about that.- JOEL: -He's trapped by the press of Zuserk's body with his own, multiple hands coaxing them closer together. Arms seal their proximity tight, just the two of them, locked in place by the gentlest smile on Zu's face and the brush of his lips right after. All over again, Joel feels like his heart might skid right out of his chest. He can't breathe or be bothered to think clearly. He can only feel the spread of heat throughout his limbs and skin, eminating in such waves it's no wonder he was feeling clammy earlier. All these jittery, spiking hormones.- JOEL: -Before he knows it, Joel is following Zoos downwards, torsos lining up and legs shifting together. Fingers journey into shoulder blades, he can't tell which set. He only knows the messy mesh of lips, shortened breath, and tentative slide of his tongue just against the entrance of Zuserk's mouth. Not practiced at all but needy anyway. It was all about this heat, adventurous touches, and the curious press of weight on one another. At least from Joel.- ZUSERK: -He would agree, if communicating with more than touches were a thing they were doing. It seemed they had silently agreed, anyway, a soft, half surprised hum rising in his throat at the wet brush of Joel's tongue, a recalled understanding of this helping him to open his mouth just in time to meet it before he might pull away, a strange new feeling skittering up his spine at the unfamiliar sensation.- ZUSERK: -He hadn't quite realized he had tensed up in concentration on their mouths for a good many seconds, but when he did, he made some attempt to amend it, that hand lowest on Joel's back nudging exploratively under the hem of his shirt, appreciative fingertips smoothing over starkly warm skin, over the dip of his spine, all new and fascinating terrain.- JOEL: -It's all uncharted territory, the shivers of sensitivity curling into his core as fingers stroked up his back. It didn't seem fair, how freely Joel could be touched but couldn't return the favor. He blamed the sweater.- JOEL: -Breath hitched and puffed, his sloppy kisses trail from lips down the line of Zuserk's jaw, nestling somewhere against his neck. Blunt teeth nibbled harmlessly at the accessible gray skin, drawn in by the salty savor of him. A good distraction. Worst yet was the shift of his hips over the other's, a reflexive response to the centerpiece of tension winding deep in his belly. Which turns out to be a mistake.- JOEL: ...Uh. -His own fingers tense at Zuserk's sides, very awkwardly and suddenly aware of the stiffness pressing between them. If he shifts one more time, he could confirm. The boner was him.- JOEL: ............. -Motherfuck.- ZUSERK: -As Joel began to travel where he could, too, putting him on the receiving end of this particular series of sensations, Zuserk was piecing together pretty quickly how much he liked it. Especially that press of teeth and hot, moist breath on his skin, somewhere between hard and soft and mostly playful, that made his own muscles tense reflexively.- ZUSERK: -But he was aware of what made Joel pause probably before Joel was; he could feel it in his pulse that made every point of contact between them all the more intense, and he was all too aware of how he was trying to keep his own... parts somewhat in check, from trying to interruptively squirm. It was that much harder when Joel stirred, though, his jaw clenching and a definite twitch happening.- ZUSERK: -He couldn't quite account for what Joel was thinking, or feeling, but what he understood so far had been positive, and that was how he felt. So that was what showed when he searched for Joel's gaze again, half lidded eyes and a smile with maybe even a sliver of teeth involved. Pressing his hand a little firmer on the small of Joel's back and shifting his own hips, though, that didn't involve any kind of thought.- JOEL: Holy sh... -makes a shaky attempt at speaking, inherently embarrassed at his own hard-on but then... is left hanging for words by the trickle of pleasure strummed up by the press of Zuserk's hand. He's all short breathing and bunched up shoulders, transfixed by the softer look on the other troll's face. An honest to god smile that Joel wanted to keep in his head forever.- JOEL: You... feel so fucking--... JOEL: -Good is what he wants to say but he can't seem to form it very well. Joel shudders a sigh instead and drops his gaze, too caught by the converge of their waists together. Heat knots at his center, ready to pool in his abdomen at the first sign of friction.- JOEL: ...Swear this doesnt happen often. -mutters, hoping the joke will make this easier to comprehend. Looking down at Zuserk, Joel was just plain jane really fucking turned on right now. Dimly, he becomes aware of the faint movement of troll junk down south. Twitching and hallelujah. Internet porn was real and Joel's insides, his resolve for composure, was melting. He moves himself in a grind against the troll, pointedly watching for his expression.- ZUSERK: -His eyes widened somewhat at the reaction Joel gave him, warmth that was much more than arousal and the close tangle spreading through this veins at the sight of him so vulnerable, overwhelmed in the best kind of way; a precious thing. He was deciding already that he wanted more of that, as much as he could and just as immediately. The succession of broken sentences, the fumbling attempt at nonchalance, only made him smile that much wider. Everything about Joel was so incredibly, wonderfully endearing, and here it seemed so achingly obvious.- ZUSERK: -But an electric spread of pleasure crawling, washing over his nerves was sufficiently distracting as Joel moved back, and his own little stuttering huff of an exhale from parted lips, the tightening grip of his fingertips, were testament enough to the fact that yes, this was, in fact, much better with another person involved.- ZUSERK: nnn... -He wet his lips, trying to catch the breath that felt like it was knocked out of him, eyes opening again that he hadn't intended to close as he scrambled for thoughts that made sense together. He glanced down, up at Joel, back and back again.- ZUSERK: -The hand on Joel's back drifts even lower. Then, gingerly, the hand at Joel's waist slides a little more between them, gentle over the hard curve of his hip bone.- JOEL: -does nothing to stop the venturing of Zuserk's hands, gentle as his touch was. It was hard to keep track of them, they were all so equally careful and attentive. Joel was sure he scored some kind of sexy catch jackpot sealing the deal here with him. Teeth dig into his lower lip while fingers curl in anticipation, wrinkling Zoos's shirt up in a way Rammie was sure not going to appreciate. He watches the tongue skirt out, impulse making him want to catch it up in a kiss. But Joel keeps steady his course, leaning to press feather light lips against Zuserk's neck again.- ...Keep goin. -murmurs. And kisses the spot again, just as quiet as his voice.- ZUSERK: -Giddiness beats like hummingbird wings in his chest at the soft, murmured encouragement, the lips on his neck enough to make him want to shiver, but he's focused. He has a task he's more than eager to follow through, joining Joel in all these new things and simultaneously fulfilling this curiosity, this need they both shared for more. Bodies were incredible things, capable of feeling and sharing so much, and Joel's told him he was wanted here, as much as he wanted to be here.- ZUSERK: -That makes it easy to brush his fingertips over the swell in Joel's jeans, several slow motions of it that are just a little firmer each time before he pauses. Then, he's securing his hold again, because it occurs to him it would be easier for him to do everything he wants to do if he's the one pressing Joel into the mattress, instead, so that's the direction he's trying to roll them in, fingers trying to catch Joel's pants fastener and frankly make it stop doing that fastening thing.- JOEL: Haha-- Holy shit. -laughs breathily, sputtering under Zuserk's hold. It was like the giddy butterflies were contagious-- exciting and daunting, simultaneously the best and worst feelings imaginable. Several palms are making quick work of him, stiffling his attempts at squirming.- JOEL: -then suddenly, the weight underneath him shifts and Joel's back is crushing into the bed. Holy shit. He has to marvel in frank adoration at the focused look on Zuserk's face. That was the look of a man on a mission.- JOEL: You sure you... never done this before?? -voice hitching at the slight tug at his jeans. Never had he regretted wearing a belt so hard before. Fingers come to shakily pluck at the buckle in an attempt to help Zoos along. Cue the awkward hip shuffling.- Sorry. Hhh. God. ZUSERK: sure. -He manages to be still long enough to let Joel start to interfere with the process, but he's a little more impatient by the time the belt is pushed up far enough for one tug to free the pin, and that's exactly what he's doing, sliding the buckle off the belt's opposite end with a satisfying little fwip. - ZUSERK: no nee. for apologies. -He's smiling, and then he's finally futzing with the button of Joel's jeans.- still... fine? JOEL: Yeah yeah. Im. JOEL: Over the fucking moon over here. -at some point, his hand had come up to rub at his face, almost bashful but mostly to give himself a reason to do SOMETHING. It was all the futzing, driving him batshit with anticipation. His swear is muffled.- (Fuuuuuck.) ZUSERK: -Well, that sounded sincere, if not flustered. That fact just makes him smile more, something so rewarding about it. About all these things he could see Joel feeling, that he felt about what he was seeing. But he's still at work, here, and there's a gentle tug, the unmistakable sound of the zipper. His breath catches in a kind of focus like he's the one about to be touched when his fingers slip over Joel's skin, below his undone waistline of his jeans.- ZUSERK: -And he has very little doubt that what his fingertips brush over -- stiff, smooth, and warm like burning -- is exactly what's making Joel squirm the way he has been, and his heart pounds quicker in his throat. He manages to curl his fingers around it; it's not like a slick, squirming bulge, all sort of rigid and attentive, but the moment Joel might slip and let his muscles jump even once, to let it twitch in his hand, Zuserk will be grinning. If he isn't already. It's difficult not to right now.- JOEL: Jesus... f uck... -The touch of a hand pushes past his loosened fly, securing on the aching shape of his dick.He knew full well that it's what he wanted, but Joel was quickly realizing he was no where near prepared for how scrambled his brain would get. Lost for words or breath, or anything besides the interesting sound bubbling up from his throat. He's definitely never heard THAT come out of himself before.- JOEL: -Combine it with watching the grin of satisfaction spread on Zuserk's face as the troll loomed over him, it was all just... way too hot and bothersome for Joel. No turning back at this point. He props himself up on his elbows, hair disheveled and the heat high on his face.- ...Think you better get to kissin me again. -puffs.- ZUSERK: -And that sound almost makes it very difficult to concentrate, a little muffled grunt in his own throat as his bulge twists in its confines in unintentional reply. Yeah, he's feeling that heat, too, and there are way too many things to keep track of here for his overheating brain to juggle. Which, oh, includes the thing Joel is reminding him of currently.- ZUSERK: oh, -he says for some reason, but he stops worrying about what he said or why he said it and instead closes the distance between their mouths while his hand moves slow, mapping out an understanding of what he's feeling -- things like that curious, sticky dampness a few of his fingertips have found.- JOEL: Figured youd be up for multitasking. -murmurs, taking up his mouth with a new kind of hunger. What was slow exploration for Zuserk was pleasured, racy stimulus for Joel, coaxing him further up from the mattress and more into his crouched lap. A position of compromised satisfaction, especially with careful fingers still dipping and feeling along.- JOEL: -Knees hug the other's sides very loosely as Joel focuses more on this passionate kiss-making-- the slide of their lips together, the taste of his breath, and the wet probing of his tongue. Moments stretch and Joel finally exhales, a hand moving to follow Zuserks in touching him.- JOEL: ...Yeah its just-- just like that. -shudders, showing him the gesture with a slight squeeze of his hand over the other's, swirling their thumbs together.- ZUSERK: -Well, he had thought he was, too, but then he hadn't exactly prepared for Joel to be quite this endearing -- disarming -- along with many, many other things he was still trying to work out amidst labored breathing and gliding tongues and increasingly moist skin. But he managed to reel it back together when Joel took the opportunity guide him, instruct him, and he made it a point to pay close attention.- ZUSERK: - This was definitely more than enough incentive, chills over his skin every time Joel quivered like that, and the moment he pieced together how easy it would be to slide Joel's jeans off his hips, raised up off the mattress like that, was the moment a couple of his hands reached to do just that. It was only just unfortunate that he had to move back a little to tug them off, but there was no way he was staying far for long with the newly seared image of Joel bared from the waist down in his skull. Time to kindly replace Joel's thighs at either side of him.- ZUSERK: better, -he declared with a kiss, reaffirming his hold with a gentle squeeze, reaffirming what he had learned as his thumb massaged itself through another slow-trickling bead of pre. Well, he certainly thought so.- JOEL: -Curses tumble out of him, heart jumping as the pants are maneuvered clean off of him. Fuck fuck fuck. He has to brace himself on palms as he's pushed back, knees crooked. Heat burns into his skin as the cool air hits his bare legs and ass, starting from his face pooling deep down south. Holy SHIT. The manhandling motherfucker, working Joel up without so much of a shred of modesty.- JOEL: -His pants are discarded somewhere, he has no fucking idea where and there Joel sits on Zuserk's lap, naked and flushed with arousal from the waist down. Almost enough to piss him off, if he wasn't so goddamn caught up in the desperate heat surging up between them, tangy and hot as the taste of Zuserk's kiss. The troll's mutters are stiffled with a kiss, eclipsed by a needy sound from Joel himself. - JOEL: Zoos Zoos... f-fuck. -To hell with trying to keep himself balanced. Arms are looping around the other's neck as if trying to claw him closer, face dipping down to nestle into the space of his neck. - JOEL: Shits... not fair. -puffs into his ear, muscles tensing all over as a gray thumb runs generous, wet circles over the tip of his cock.- Youre gettin to touch me and I... cant. -Even as he talks, a feverish hands push and tug at Zuserk's stupid sweater.- I wanna feel you. ZUSERK: -He's making brief, passing notes of every new curse that bubbles up out of Joel's mouth like he's the Fountain of Profanity, only really quieted when Zuserk makes it a point to use his own mouth to do so, and it's difficult not to keep smiling in the face of what is likely his favorite person very quickly unraveling.- ZUSERK: -But that new assertion was one he hadn't entirely thought about. Well, certainly, he hadn't forgotten his own arousal, but that seemed secondary in the scheme of this whole thing to him. Joel could have kept quiet about it, and very likely, he would have put the whole of his attention on making Joel come as many times as he could.- ZUSERK: -Well, okay, that really hasn't stopped being the plan. But he supposes he needs to make an amendment here.- ZUSERK: can. if you wan. -So he says. He probably isn't making it incredibly easy, though, his own head turning to nip at the edge of Joel's ear and his hand only sort of slowing a little before he leans back enough to blink at Joel. Can he help you?- JOEL: -He would not be about this if it were that easy. Zuserk might make it sound like a challenge but there's no way in hell he was entirely in control here. And even if he was, why did any of it mean Joel would let him get away with it?- JOEL: -grins at the teeth prickling his earlobe, hand coming to cover the one still touching him.- If I want huh? JOEL: Real interestin... prospect. Particularly when you still got your pants on. -and with that, he guides Zuserk's hand off of him and scoots himself off his lap. No mercy, only the smirk on his face and the air of expectation as he lowers himself to chill against the mattress, exhaling as he relaxes. It's all for show, honestly.- JOEL: Might wanna do somethin about that. ZUSERK: -He can feel the disappointment in his chest when Joel guides his hand away, when he feels all that warmth receding, but he can tell by the look on Joel's face that it wasn't an error. It's... Oh.- ZUSERK: -Well. He knows that tense, spotlit feeling was exactly what Joel was intending, but he sits back on his knees and stares at Joel for a few moments more as the situation settles in. Then, he almost idly lifts the one hand he was using in particular and sucking the moisture from his thumb (though there's nothing idle about the sharp taste in his mouth that he's memorizing) before his hands grab at the hem of his own sweater, tug up, slipping it away and discarding it.- ZUSERK: -That's easy. But it's on his pants that he pauses, regarding the (poorly) contained shifting in there before looking up at Joel again.- ZUSERK: sure? ZUSERK: migh be... a mess. JOEL: -No disappointment here. His brain was still stalling by the image of Zoos licking up his thumb, looking like he was hardly thinking about it and leaving Joel to blush all over again. It wasn't fucking FAIR, he wheezes internally. Especially as an eyeful of Zuserk's bared torso enters his line of sight. Hot fucking damn were those muscles.- JOEL: -On one hand, he could admire the unique structure of his anatomy... on the other, Joel was privately lamenting the turn of the tide. Jokes on him. He wasn't in control here. He was at the mercy of a four-armed troll about to drop his pants for him. Did he dare let him know that???? Joel pulls himself to sit, skin damp with sweat and boner aching at the lack of contact from before. There are regrets to be had.- JOEL: ...I know what Im about son. Talkin about a mess. -mutters as he yanks his own shirt off his back and tosses it, now sitting in the full nude. If Zuserk could be shameless then by jove, so could Joel. He stares at him before shifting on his knees, motioning with a soft tone of voice.- Cmere. ZUSERK: -He's just watching Joel's expression almost like he can see the myriad of thoughts shifting under the surface with every little change, and his own brows raise when Joel shifts again, another smile twitching at the corners of his mouth when he speaks, when he all but throws his own shirt off like they're in a competition he's not about to lose, and even that by itself is too painfully charming, much less thrown in with the new sights he's been gifted.- ZUSERK: -So, then, of course, Joel has to beckon him over like that -- like twisting a hot knife in his gut, bare on his knees with his soft voice and his cloudy gaze and his throbbing alien anatomy, and, frankly, that's not fair. His sigh is almost tense enough to be a huff as he shifts closer, unable to do anything else but listen, a single hand resting on one of Joel's shoulders (a nice, firm shape) and, despite compelling reasons to look down, his own gaze having a hard time leaving the intensity he hadn't realized was so captivating in the color green.- JOEL: -Heart thuds. The only time his gaze balks from Zuserk's is when he raises himself to kneel, pressing a kiss to his chest. Gentle as he breathes the scent of him in. The stretch of pectorals really deserved closer examination, if only his hands weren't busy. They settle at Zuserk's sides, feeling his waist with almost lazy movements as fingertips brush along the muscles of his back. A steady kind of strength, just like the rest of him.- JOEL: -Then eyes flick back up to Zoos, grin spreading on Joel's face. Sly like he was only just remembering the task at hand. The slow, grazing of his fingers suddenly touch along his navel, tugging the buttons of his pants loose. It's all to make it easier when palms start to work the article right off his hips. Revenge, motherfucker.- ZUSERK: -His breath catches the closer Joel gets, close enough for him to feel the soft, supple press of his lips (ones he's already starting to get used to, to understand more and more), and the warmth that spills over him feels more like Joel's absolutely radiating goodness from every bit of him, the hot touch of it on Zuserk's waist enough to make him want to shiver again. And then he does, because that slide of Joel's touch low on his belly is almost sort of ticklish and too interesting, jaw clenching at Joel's smile as the tug of his pants loosening and pulling open presses tight against sensitive parts of him, and then...- ZUSERK: -Well. He didn't quite have time to plan for this, his tensing muscles the only preparation he manages, because his wet, slithery, purple cock is just sort of doing what it does and lurching right the fuck out for a greeting, curling over itself and reaching for one of Joel's nearby wrists.- ZUSERK: --nn. JOEL: -So kneeling there as he is, Joel is also only somewhat prepared to deal with troll junk. He's seen enough porn to at least have an IDEA of what to expect Cmon. But his lack of experience is starting to catch up with his nerve. It's something Joel figures out as soon as the tentadick dips forward and wraps in a slick coil around his wrist. The friendliest probiscus imaginable. Fucking incredible. He doesn't dare to move or even glide fingers along the shape like his impulse tells him. Joel's goddamn perfectionism screams to DO IT THE RIGHT WAY (Whatever the fuck that meant??) and yet... The sound from Zuserk himself draws Joel's eyes back to stare at him. Adoration is slowly dawning on his face.- ...Holy shit. JOEL: -pauses for the briefest moment- JOEL: I think you needa get back down here Zoos. ZUSERK: -This is a nice little hold he's got here, firm and tense and at least keeping the thing from throwing itself around, and he liked to imagine he could almost feel the pulse in Joel's wrist if he weren't drowning in the feeling of his own. Presently, he would love to get these pants the rest of the way off, though this little binding he's apparently just given himself threatens to make that difficult. He grunts again, one of his own hands starting to reach carefully to maybe pry his bulge free from the Loving Grip.- ZUSERK: down... -He's raking his gaze over Joel, trying to process this.- you? JOEL: With me. Jesus. -he can't help but SNICKER, fingers twining up with the hand trying to guide the bulge away instead. All grinning gap tooths.- JOEL: But I mean take your time or whatever. -murmurs, leaning to peck kisses at his chest and belly. Nevermind how all of this makes things difficult for Zoos. Joel was a pampered prince with an attitude spoiled for Zuserk's attention.- Im in no hurry. -nibbles, very unhelpful- ZUSERK: -Okay, so, that wasn't happening. Zuserk was distinctly feeling some mixed messages here, and he found himself unsurprised by that, coming from Joel. He kind of liked to fuck around. ...Euphemisms aside, or maybe not, considering. Here, though, that behavior was just a little more risky, or so his body was telling him as Joel grinned, took his time and carefully doled out more gentle affection, increasingly closer to his tense, aching bulge.- ZUSERK: nnn... -The sound is edging a little bit closer to a whine than it had previously, and it might have something to do with how said bulge is loosening its grip and sort of trembling, slowly sliding free of Joel's wrist.- JOEL: -continues to nuzzle at his belly, noticing with some discretion the release of the slippery dick from around his wrist. Not to mention the interesting shade of purple fluid staining the skin there. It's pretty distracting, making Joel's curiosity venture.. places... But there would be time for figuring that out further. In the meantime, Joel focuses on coaxing the pants further down Zuserk's knees and maybe even encourage the guy to get rid of them completely.- JOEL: ...Cmon Zoos. I got you. -leans himself back onto the bed only to tug at his hands, keeping both his touch and his voice gentle. He has decided to be kind to the other and cut down the teasing.... for now. It all had to do with the faint whine. Talk about melting his fucking heart, god damn.- How you feeling? ZUSERK: -A great deal of his focus in the midst of this ends up centering around keeping his bulge in a position that's at least vaguely reminiscent of stationary, resisting reaching out for the boy that's much too close to him and instead settling in a curl along his own hip. It's more difficult with the added fact that Joel's current business involves touching him, and his exhale is almost relieved when Joel starts leaning back. He is making such an effort not to push any boundaries here, if they are even still in play. He's not sure, so he's trying to be safe.- ZUSERK: -He's being tugged along anyway, though, and at the question, he very carefully tries to kick his pants the rest of the way off before answering, a pair of hands that aren't holding Joel's bracing himself against the bed and at a reasonably respectable distance that he really wants to breach.- ZUSERK: incredibly. ZUSERK: arouse. JOEL: Sounds like trouble. -abandons the hand holds in favor of taking up his face, closing up the space between them with a kiss. The barest prickle of bare skin together was reminding him how very warm he was all over. Hard and desperate for contact.- JOEL: -breath levels out as he presses his forehead to him, all but straining to close this infernal space further.- ...I gotta ask. JOEL: How far you wanna go with me. Right now. -fingers card into his hair as he nuzzles him, barely able to disguise that conflict between desire and restraint. If Zoos could do it, so could he.- ZUSERK: -It was certainly trouble for someone, and right now, it felt more like him. Especially with Joel pulling him closer to kiss, that warmth all that much closer, his mouth soft and pleasant and full of promise. Joel may have had to ask, but there was no question in Zuserk's mind.- ZUSERK: presently. no limis. -The words came out even quieter than usual, the way he felt they should this close and this intense, with the way he wants to melt into the touch of the fingertips in his hair that send pleasant chills rolling down his spine. He has his own set of hands missing contact, and one's finding the side of Joel's face, too, the other slipping underneath him in a way that he thinks is perhaps comforting, but maybe ends up a little more anticipatory, ready to pull him closer at any indication.- JOEL: -the indication comes in the slight tilt of Joel's hip under the hand tucking under him, the draw of his own palms over Zuserk's shoulders. Just to touch him, tease at their proximity. His confirmation seemed to still the heat in his head and suddenly, Joel can only fixate in the minute details-- the faint tint of purple on monochrome skin under his fingers, the scent of him, the flash of amber in dark, focused eyes. Joel was lost in all of that and... they were hardly even touching.- JOEL: ...Im cold. -is the only thing he says, voice pleading and soft against his neck.- ZUSERK: -He's relatively still as Joel shifts, attuned to every movement, every breath, and he can't help but to be. It's everything he cares about in these moments, despite what he feels. And he's very aware that Joel is looking at him, too, for several seconds that feel much longer than that.- ZUSERK: -But the phrase gets through well enough, even if it isn't quite so direct. He understands Joel's body language and the neediness in his breath, and he understands that he wants nothing more than to make it better (or worse), so his hesitation sheds in a single movement, and he's learning so much more about Joel's warm, smooth skin as the contours of their bodies kiss, as his bulge dips and slides over a very human stomach and his hip before it curls helplessly around Joel's erection, a softly moaned sigh pressed into his cheek the only audible reply Zuserk has to give.-

#estrapadingTrueblue #in which appreciation...#nsfw/#happens like a week ago #technically unfinished

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