Hey they can totally be in the 'questionably deserving of special hugs'
category together. Which means giving each other their own kind of special
hugs is okay. Perfect logic! At least that's gonna be Flashpoint's take on
things and if anyone disagrees she'll just...punch them in the face or
something.
Also disclaimer: Disgruntled tentacle monsters do not deserve special hugs
EVER. Especially when they try to take without asking. RUDE.
Denial is a convenient shield versus uncomfortable and awkward stuff like
that, Flashpoint is well versed in this fact. Until, you know, the hardest
overload she's ever had tears right through its tissue thin surface. But
that's yet to come. Right now she's coming down off one of the better ones,
loving the way the released charge leaves her hand tingly and sensitive,
the fall of the cleanser on the back of her neck as she claims Deadlock's
with her mouth. She releases her bite, changing it to a gentle but sultry
kiss, tongue rolling over the bite mark before she draws away.
"Made a mess." Flashpoint draws her hand up his chassis front, the back of
a finger dragging through the spatter of transfluid--difficult to tell
whose is whose and she kind of likes it that way--then raising it her
mouth, glossa licking off the tangy-sweet combination of lubricant and
transfluid. "Gonna have to clean up again."
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Hey they can totally be in the 'questionably deserving of special hugs' category together. Which means giving each other their own kind of special hugs is okay. Perfect logic! At least that's gonna be Flashpoint's take on things and if anyone disagrees she'll just...punch them in the face or something.
Also disclaimer: Disgruntled tentacle monsters do not deserve special hugs EVER. Especially when they try to take without asking. RUDE.
Denial is a convenient shield versus uncomfortable and awkward stuff like that, Flashpoint is well versed in this fact. Until, you know, the hardest overload she's ever had tears right through its tissue thin surface. But that's yet to come. Right now she's coming down off one of the better ones, loving the way the released charge leaves her hand tingly and sensitive, the fall of the cleanser on the back of her neck as she claims Deadlock's with her mouth. She releases her bite, changing it to a gentle but sultry kiss, tongue rolling over the bite mark before she draws away.
"Made a mess." Flashpoint draws her hand up his chassis front, the back of a finger dragging through the spatter of transfluid--difficult to tell whose is whose and she kind of likes it that way--then raising it her mouth, glossa licking off the tangy-sweet combination of lubricant and transfluid. "Gonna have to clean up again."