"Not here." (psyborg)

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Fulgur's almost taken aback by the sudden request-but he doesn't dare disobey. He gets up from his seat, then getting on his hands and knees. He can feel Uki's eyes explore his body, and it's a bit unsettling, as he's unsure of what he's going to do to him, but he doesn't care. The only thing he knows is that he's going to make him feel good.

Uki licks his lips playfully, before noticing something. He frowns softly, tugging on his shirt. "Take this off, Fuufuu-Chan..! I can't have this blocking what's mine.." he whines.

That sentence alone makes his arms a little weak. He gulps nervously in response. "Sorry, Uki." He says softly, sitting up, unbuttoning the white shirt he had on, and tossing it aside, returning to the same pose he was in a few seconds ago.

Uki let's out a hum of approval at the sight. How obedient..He traces a finger down the red scaly-like spine down his back, which makes him let out a shiver in response. "How sensitive." The psychic teases.

Fulgur bites his bottom lip, placing one hand on the stalls door. "Uki, don't tease me like this." He states, which earns him a small hum from Uki once more. "Impatient, Fuu-chan, I know." He smiles innocently, before sliding down the others pants, and boxers. He places his hands on his hips—and that's when the realization hits Fulgur like a truck.

He is going to bottom for tonight's session.

He should've realized it earlier, but he was just too caught up in the pleasure Uki was giving him. Fulgur doesn't mind bottoming, but it's rare for him to do so.

Uki presses his bulge against the rim of his hole, rubbing it against him teasingly. The cyborg tenses up-an unfamiliar sensation marches across his skin as he feels him rub against him. His lips part, letting out a small grunt.

"Hey, Fuu-chan? You don't have anything to use for lube, right?" He asks, leaning over and brushing aside the white hair that covers his neck, pressing a few kisses there.

Fulgur thinks. "..No, I didn't know we'd be doing this." He replies, awkwardly. Uki smiles, instead grabbing his chin gently, making the other look at him. "That's alright." He says, before leaning in, kissing him once more.

The contact is sweet, but intimate. The wet softness of his tongue meeting his, followed by his teeth gently biting down on his bottom lip. The psychic pulls away, finally, starting to undo his pants. "We'll use something.." He says, as if he's thinking.

The sound of his belt being undone and the zipper opening simply excites the cyborg. He keeps his attention to the ground, waiting almost impatiently. He then hears pants fall onto the ground, and boxers sliding down.

He then hears the other spit into his hand. "It's probably going to hurt a little, but it'll be over in seconds." He says. Fulgur nods nervously, but he then feels two, cold fingers enter him. He lets out a gasp, closing his eyes. He feels the others fingers venture deeper-and deeper, until he feels him brush against that spot that has Fulgur literally weak in the arms.

"Uki—Uuggh.." He let's out, breath getting caught in his throat as he feels another finger join at an appropriate time. His legs tremble, and Uki watches in amusement. "Yes, Fuufuu-chan? Does it hurt?" He asks.

What a stupid question to ask when he's literally hitting all the sweet spots in him, right now. He whimpers a bit, already embarrassed by the amount of noises he's letting out. "..It feels good." He replies, arching his back out slightly. He lets out a groan, feeling his arms get weaker. How is he going to support himself like this..?