Sollux: [snorts in amusement] Smart little wriggler, aren’t ya?
Cronus: [indignant] Hey! I’m eight svweeps old, I am not a wvriggler!
Sollux: Look, kid. You’re cute and all, but remind me again of one thing you’ve done since you met me that hasn’t contributed to that impression?
Cronus: [growls] Hovw about this, then?
Sollux: Wait. You, uh. You sure you want to go that far? I mean, not that I’m complaining, but I might be packing a little much for you to handle.
Cronus: [snarls at him] Fuckin’ try me.
Sollux: [snickers to himself] Ehehe. You asked for it, kid. But not in the middle of the fucking alley. My hive is just down the street. Let’s head there, and then you can touch aaaaany part of my glorious body you want to.
Cronus: [gulps nervously] I—sure. Sure, yeah.
Sollux: Shirt. Off.
Sollux: Now, kid. Unless you want me ripping it off, you impertinent brat. [shirts get taken off and flung fuck-knows-where. Sollux pins Cronus and leans in to tongue at his neck gills.]
Cronus: [tenses/chokes up in fear and surprise] A—Ahh, not the gills, chief, fuck.
Sollux: [laughs at him] Oh, come on. You didn’t expect me to get a go at a seadweller and not take advantage of the situation, did you?
Cronus: [relaxes and sighs into it, realizing that if he’s not fighting it, it actually feels pretty damn nice]
Sollux: [slips his hand into Cronus’s pants] Holy crap kid, are all seadwellers this wet or did I get the fresh-caught special? [licking/slurping as Sollux cleans Cronus’s material off of his hand]
Cronus: [undignified moan] Is—fuck—is the lisp a landdwveller thing or did I just luck out and vwin the freak lottery?
Sollux: [realizes what happened and laughs at him so much that he nearly runs out of air] —ehehe, oh my god, I can’t fucking believe—ahahah—
Sollux: Hey, hey. Easy there finger—ehehe, fingerling, let’s find a better use for your mouth than pretending you can handle a black fling with me, okay?
Sollux: Shhh. S’okay, kid. Everyone has some stamina problems at first. ‘Cept for me but I had—heh—twice the experience. [unbuckles his pants and pulls them down. He has two bulges, but also two cavities where his nook should be.]
Cronus: Vwha—oh. Vwhoa.
Sollux: Don’t say I didn’t warn you I was packing major heat. Just—just get to work, I’m dying over here. You do know how to do this, right? Being a big, tough adult and all?
Sollux: N—no, I need something in my nook and your pitiful fucking tongue isn’t gonna cut it. Fingers. Mouth on the bulge—shit, yeah, there, more—
Sollux: fffuck, Ampora—
Sollux: Aa—ahh, oh fuck—
Sollux: —nnn, you took it like a champ, oh fuck, do it again, I know you’re almost there, I can feel you fucking yourself against my leg there, just—just do it, come for me, kid—