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“I'm so sorry for leaving you waiting, Highblood! I found myself really distracted by my work.” Danklook burst through the doors of his own block, a bit breathless. He sees the Bland Highblood resting at the loungeplank, his signature smile in place.
Mummerer just stared, as he usually did, before giving a wave that made the other relax a little. The Exemplar sat by his side, shaking and sweating like a wiggler on their first date, he found that pretty cute and smiled more, resulting in the other getting more nervous. It was a ridiculous cycle that was only broken when Danklook finally found the strength to speak up again.
“So…amm…I would hate to make you wait any further. We can move to the platform already. I-if that’s what you want, of course, Highblood!” His own awkward laugh and stuttering made him cringe and blush a deep blue. Marcmarc just found it adorable and hilarious, seeing The Exemplar tripping all over himself to please him.
And so they move to the concupiscent platform, it's plushness giving underneath them. Danklook avoids his eyes as he starts to undress himself, but is stunned when a gloved hand stops his action. He quickly stares into Marcmarc’s eyes, who gives him a cheeky wink before taking the lead and starting to undo his buttons.
Danklook feels overwhelmed already, having the other’s hands taking off his shirt then brushing against his skin, silky gloves massaging his sore muscles and making him relax quicker than any amount of nicotine ever could. He falls back into the mattress, and the Highblood follows mounting his waist. Cold lips start kissing his neck and chest, spreading makeup and making him shake and gasp.
“H-highblood! I- Please, let me touch you too.” He moves his hands to Marcmarc's chest, as gently as possible. But the Highblood just surprises him with a kiss that makes him melt on the spot, his hands going limp and falling back on the platform.
After completely undressing the indigo, Mummerer starts undoing his own clothes. His fronds were fast and precise, but the kiss on the other's lips was still soft and slow. Once they are both nude, they wrap each other in a warm embrace, like long lost lovers finally uniting.
Just the closeness, the softness of touch, is already enough to excite Danklook. A part of him starts to feel ashamed for ruining such a pure loving display with his carnal desires, making him nervously sweat. But Marcmarc separates from the kiss and looks deep into his eyes, saying with no words nor mimes that ‘It’s alright. Everything will be okay.’.
Bare hands travel through bodies, brushing and squeezing skin. Kisses and light, playful bites are given to shoulders, necks and lips. Then Danklook feels long thin fingers tease the entrance of his nook and shakes. After all this time and experience, he expected this type of treatment wouldn't be enough to him anymore, but the feather light teasing was making him meet the edge way too quickly. Maybe it was the novelty. Maybe it was who was doing it to him. His mind wasn't in the best space to analyse at that moment, only feel.
“hmmm Highblood. You may- you may do with me as you please! But…” He pauses, a bit insecure of his request, he didn't know why. A glance at Marcmarc's gentle purple eyes gives him the courage to continue. “If you please could go slowly, i would… really appreciate it.”
The Highblood nods, the captures the Exemplar’s lips again, while his fingers slowly enter the warm, wet nook before them. They go in and out, then open up just as softly, preparing the entrance for future penetration like it was the other's first time and he wanted it to be perfect.
They stayed there, just feeling one another, floating in a void where nothing else mattered. Then Marcmarc takes off his fingers and breaks the spell. Danklook blinks his eyes open and stares at the other in confusion, the gentle smile suddenly looking a bit mischievous. He is laid down and feels firm hands hold his legs up and open, baring his shame for his one mime audience. He blushes.
Done opening the path ahead, Marcmarc grabs his own excited bulge and guides to the welcoming hole. After the tentacle finds it's groove, he just let's it go at it's own pace, like an eel swimming into the perfect hiding place.
The temperature difference is far from the most extreme Danklook had ever experienced, but it still made a jolt of electricity flow through his whole body and the lewdest moan leave his throat. He felt a little embarrassed, but was quickly overwhelmed into forgetting all about it by the pleasure he was feeling.
It was sheepish and careful, the way the purple bulge explored the indigo nook, like teenage lovers having their first time together. But they still showed the skills only acquired through experience. The bulge pressed on nerves with intent, following the body with every twitch of varying intensity. While the nook pulsated in waves, opening and closing around the intruder like it was giving him a massage.
Both trolls hugged and kept exchanging kisses and little laughs. Danklook tries engraving every feeling to his memory. Not that it would be the last time they would be together! But, he really valued every moment he got to spend with his Highblood. No one else could make him feel like he did, It was something so deep he would almost say it goes beyond any quadrants! Just thinking about such taboo made Danklook’s nook squeeze harder on Marcmarc’s bulge, in a way that would certainly make the mime moan, wasn't he so devoted to his vow.
“ah ah Highblood…i'm so- ahg- happy!...ah ah-mm…i missed you much!”
The other responds with a soft kiss to the indigo’s temple and making his movements more energized. Their coupling looked like the stuff of romance stories made to warm the heart and loins of the reader. There were millions of trolls that would give anything to be on either of their positions, but they would only share this special connection with the other, no one else could truly get it.
Danklook thought a lot about making it official, announcing to the whole Beforus that The Exemplar and The Bland Highblood were concupiscently engaged. But he knew all the attention and pressure it would bring and didn't want to burden the Highblood with it. He also really enjoyed having this one thing he didn't have to share with anyone, not even his beloved Muckrake, having Marcmarc's total attention, even if so briefly and sporadically, was one of the best things on his life, and he would do everything to keep this situationship perfect and safe.
Marcmarc has his own ideas too, but at that moment he really just wanted to relax and focus on his companion. His bulge delectated itself on the feeling of Danklook all around it. He could feel his gene bladder ready to burst, uncaring if there were any buckets around, it knew already that The Exemplar himself would be a good substitute for it, and that he would love it. Purple and indigo eyes lock in each other, communicating more than words ever could. They nod in agreement, lock lips again, and just let themselves go.
Slurry flows in almost aggressive jets, both their bodies get splashed in blue while Danklook’s insides get stuffed with purple. It felt hot and comforting, like a home cooked meal, different things going in different holes, but still resulting in the most indulgent and delicious of feelings. They lay by each other's side, never cutting their gaze or dropping their smiles. Their breath is labored but their bodies relaxed. They hug and gently move their fingers on each other's hair, slowly drifting to sleep into their embrace.