Sollux lovingly rubbed at Eridan's swollen feet, taking extra care of the sensitive, scarred bits (results of landdwellers ruinin' the beaches with their plastic, he says) and massaging in between the toes, and the little gills near his knee.
He was surprisingly gentle, well, as gentle as a troll could be given the circumstances. Which... were an already delicate seadweller, chock-full of extra delicate... grubs? Whatever they were. Sollux had figured out how to go about the human ritual of... aborting them? That was the word? But by then, Eridan was already infatuated with the little curve in his gut, and Sollux couldn't do much but suck it up, and get to building a crib. Or two.
As Sollux continued easing all the stress in his feet, Eridan made work of cooing little whatevers to his growing abdomen (it had been... how many months now, 6?), and Sollux added a few chirps here and there, mostly as reassurance.
It was sweet, sort of. He almost didn't mind the fact that he'd have to spend less time on his computer, and that Eridan's... tits? would be leaking for a good year after.
Well. That part was kind of hot. Kinda.
They continued like that, and after a good thirty minutes, Eridan yanked him up and pulled him into a gentle kiss, which soon got touchy, and then soon turned into one of their all too often make-out sessions. Sollux slipped his hand under his sweatpants (he didn't fit in his jeans), and reached to palm his ass, to which Eridan slipped his hands under his shirt, and lowered his head to nip along his neck, jaw, ears, whatever he possibly could.
Within a few minutes, they were both breathless, sweaty, wet messes, and Eridan was grinding against his now hard bulges, gasping into his ear.
"Sol, fuck- Sol, my god-"
The only good part about this was the sudden increase in the seadweller's libido.
Sollux thrusted up into him, annoyed at the clothes in his clothes. He reached down to pull down his matesprit's sweatpants, but stopped the moment he heard a buzzing sound from him.
He looked up, with confused eyes half covered by his shades, to which Eridan looked down at him, with the same confused expression.
"W-What w-was that."
"You didn't purr?"
"Fuck no, I don't fuckin' purr."
Eridan was now off of his lap, and sitting beside him, staring down at his stretched stomach, and Sollux gave it an experimental tap. And then he pressed.
And then something stung his finger, and Eridan yelped in pain, and oh my god, what the fuck-
And then he did it again, and got a slap from Eridan in response, and then fucking reality set in.
There's a fucking grub, that stings, inside his matesprit.
Except... grubs don't fucking sting.
Or buzz.
Eridan looked up at him, and noticed the look on his face, and just said a simple "W-What?".
"I... think that grub ith a fucking bee."
Eridan cackles- no, he hollers at that, practically crying, until it buzzes again, and then he notices Sollux's face has remained serious this entire time, and he gives him a horrified face. Fuck, his eyes are bigger than his glasses.
"Punch my fuckin' stomach, right fuckin' now-w."
Sollux was never happier to clean the odd mix of purple and yellow liquid off of the bathroom tiles until now.
