[Kaon had missed Damus' touch. He'd last felt it under another name, but for years Tarn has been quite lax with whatever people wanted to call him; returning to his old birth name isn't quite as unusual as it might have been for others.
The hand squeezing over his aft gets his interface panel to snap open, his valve only mildly slick and his spike still recessed, but the warmth of the array can be felt clearly by a near palm.]
I told Deadlock I want to swallow your spike.
[He still does, and his hands drag down low over Damus' belly, searching for the large span of his own panel and then grinds his palm into it.]
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The hand squeezing over his aft gets his interface panel to snap open, his valve only mildly slick and his spike still recessed, but the warmth of the array can be felt clearly by a near palm.]
I told Deadlock I want to swallow your spike.
[He still does, and his hands drag down low over Damus' belly, searching for the large span of his own panel and then grinds his palm into it.]