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[Despite everything, he appreciates Fiddleford's touch. It's calming, grounding. It doesn't improve his mood, exactly, but it makes it easier to bear. Maybe that's the best he can hope for right now.]

Right-- Don't... Don't get me wrong. I've never seriously considered it either. Not seriously. It's just...

[It's the fact that he barely feels like working some days, it's those times when he just wants to retreat into his room and not even sleep but just sit there and listen and take it, it's the overwhelming nature of it all. It's not "just."]

... The water's relaxing. It... It's soothing. But it's also her. I mean-- I mean, it's her doing. It's my grave. It's a grave.

[Well -- well. That escalated quickly, didn't it. Fiddleford looks down at Marco, a little alarmed, and then his expression softens and his shoulders slump.]

Marco, honey. It's not -- it's more complicated than that. You can... [Oh, god, he's got to phrase this right.] You can take comfort in somethin' without it bein' evil. Imagine if I forced myself to stop usin' my heat lamp just because needin' heat's a snake thing and she did that to me. I'd be miserable.

[... That...

... isn't something he can just accept at face value, unfortunately.]

But you didn't care about heat lamps before. When you were human.

[The words are barely out of his mouth and he already regrets saying them. He doesn't want to imply anything about Fiddleford. He doesn't mean it. No matter who's telling him to be careful, or how loudly, or...

He wants to hold on to Fiddleford even harder.]

I-I'm sorry. I love you.

It's okay. It's okay, I know you didn't mean -- I know what you meant.

[He leans down and presses a kiss to Marco's temple. It's not difficult at all what with being a snake, and he's glad for that. Anything that makes being affectionate with his boyfriend easier is good. It is. It is good.]

But I mean, think about it. It's not hurtin' anyone. There's parts of bein' a snake I hate. You know there are, and you've seen how hard I work to beat them down. But it's like -- it's like Elias said to me. We have to take what she's done to us and make it ours. Take all the good parts and use them. He's usin' power he stole from her and He's not evil. [He can't be.]

It's -- it's what you do with it. That's what's important.

[It's not hurting anyone.

Marco takes a deep breath and repeats the statement to himself. Not hurting anyone. That's right. His dad... disagrees, he thinks. Maybe his mom, too. It's hard to tell. There's too much noise and he's doing all he can to focus on Fiddleford, but it's hard.]

... Right. Right, right. I need to... to try and remember that.

The line just seems so fine sometimes...

I know. That's why you have me to remind you, right? S'why we have each other. So we don't forget. So we stay on the right side of the line.

[It hits him suddenly and with great clarity that without Marco he doesn't know where he'd be. Marco is the bright spot in his life, the reason he keeps going. No matter how long or difficult a day he has, Marco will be there at the end of it. Marco is a constant in the way that so very few things are in Ryslig.

Is it any wonder that he's so desperately invested in Marco's happiness?]

I love you, darlin'. And I'll remind you as often as you need.

Right.

[He attempts a smile. It's not the best, but it's there.]

I-I love you too. [Marco seeks out one of Fiddleford's hands, then guides it to his face so he can plant a soft kiss - or two or three - on it.] I love you... I can't allow her to change that.

[Any smile is still a smile. Fiddleford will take it and treasure it just the same.]

She won't. That's somethin' she can't take from you.

[The kisses to his hand leave his ears pink. It's not that his hands are a particularly sensitive area for him or anything, but there's something intimate about it all the same. He catches himself wishing that he didn't have inch-long claws so he could put his fingers in Marco's mouth but he pulls that thought up short. Marco's tired. Now's probably not the time.

But maybe now is an okay time to kiss one of Marco's fins? He just likes the way they flutter when he does it, that's all. It's cute.]

God, I hope so...

[He sighs. This time, at least, it feels like a weight is leaving his shoulders.

And right on cue, his fin flutters at the kiss. As a nice bonus, there's a little more conviction to his smile, too. God, Fiddleford is so good.]

[Gosh that's cute. Really, really cute.]

Love the way your fins do that. See? Somethin' like that, that's good.

[He's just gonna go ahead and give it another kiss to punctuate his point. All these monstrous additions may be worrisome in theory, but attached to Marco Evangelisti, they can be good.]

Heh. Not hurting anyone, is it? [He lets out another quiet, but sincere laugh at the second kiss.

He does like his fins. Which is troublesome, the way he sees things, but at the same time - maybe he should try to keep Fiddleford's words in mind. It's cute. It feels good. It's not harmful in the slightest. It's fine.

He turns his head and cranes his neck to softly kiss Fiddleford's lips.]

[Fiddleford obligingly puts a hand behind Marco's head to help mitigate the angle. The more genuine that laughter gets the less he cares about 'well maybe Marco's tired, maybe not now'. This is helping. He should keep going. It's not a fix for the problem, exactly, but it's a nice temporary solution.

He's just going to ignore how having Marco in his coils -- on his coils, really, let's not get ahead of ourselves here -- is quite nice. The kiss is quite nice too, but that's nothing new. He's always liked kissing Marco, ever since the first time he did it.]

Oughta sit up proper, maybe, before you get a kink in your neck.

[That would kinda ruin the mood. It's a surprisingly good mood, he doesn't want it ruined.]

It's not... not quite as uncomfortable as you'd think, believe it or not.

[But he obliges, because yes, okay, there are more comfortable angles for kissing (he remembers that time at the lake regardless. Boy, that was strange. He tries not to think about that time at the lake). He repositions himself, sitting up and shuffling closer to where he figures Fiddleford's lap would be.

... Which, granted, is making his heart go pitter-patter just about as much as that time at the lake did.

He glances at the TV.]

... Could you turn it up a little? Just for background noise.

[Is it selfish of him if he doesn't want anyone or anything to interrupt this? He feels uneasy, but-- God, after the contrast between their conversation and what they're doing now, he just wants a break. Please.]

[Yeah... yeah. Fiddleford feels about the same. A break is what they need. Just some time where they don't have to worry quite so much about everything outside of this apartment. It can wait for at least a little while, right?

He picks up the remote and turns the volume up until it's a pleasant background hum of sound, like people are speaking just a room away.]

How's that? Better?

[His voice is oddly soft, not quite what one could call 'breathless' but maybe twenty percent of the way there. He lived in a dorm once and he knows very well what it means when you turn up your TV or radio for 'background noise'.]

[That's better. Quiet enough to let him hear Fiddleford as much as he wants to. Just loud enough to mix with and distract from the noise that's already in his head.]

About perfect.

[He takes a deep breath - it's fine, it's not selfish, it's fine - before moving in for another kiss, his arms wrapped around Fiddleford's back.]

[He's going to take that as a 'go ahead'. A loop of his coils lift to press up against Marco's back and push him a little closer. He could do that with his hands but they're busy cupping Marco's cheeks. Who knows how long this better mood will last for either of them. He wants to take advantage of it while it's here.]

Let me know if it bothers you. The tail, I mean.

[He finds himself hoping that it doesn't.]

I-It doesn't.

[Now it's his turn to speak in a strange, sort of breathless voice. Even though he's looking straight at Fiddleford, his cheeks are flushing.]

It really, really doesn't. [And he adds, even quieter:] That's... That's fine, right?

[Gosh, that blush is nice.]

'Course it's fine. It's part of me, isn't it? It's like -- y'know I used to be put off by your coat. And then I got to love you and the coat's part of you so I love it too, just as much.

[It's hard to articulate, exactly, the way he feels about it. Sure, it's not ideal that Marco is a squid-man instead of a human, particularly because he didn't have a choice. But he's good. He's good, and so the stuff attached to him is good. It's like Elias said: they're using her power, taking what she's done to them and turning it into something good, and that's one of the greatest ways to fight back against her.]

[Okay, just give Marco a moment to process that, even though it's kind of a natural conclusion of what they were just talking about.

... There. He smiles; a quiet, sheepish laugh manages to break free.]

I'm glad to hear that. Both parts. I mean, both... both of the things you said.

[His hands slide down until they find the scales at what ought to be Fiddleford's waist. He doesn't mean for it to be sexy or anything like that, exactly; he's just exploring, letting himself feel his boyfriend's texture. Owning it, he supposes. It's not just some monster's tail, it's Fiddleford's tail, and that makes it alright.

... That said, even if he's not trying, his touch is exceptionally gentle. It might very well feel pretty nice.]

[It does feel good. Really, really good, especially since it's been a while since Marco touched him like this for any concentrated length of time. Honestly if they never got past this point he would probably still be happy just to sit here for hours letting Marco touch him.

He does kind of want them to get past this point, though. Marco's fingers are venturing dangerously close to the part of his tail that houses his genitalia and he's surprised to find that doesn't bother him as much as it might have a while ago. He spends the time Marco takes investigating his scales to figure out how to articulate exactly what he wants to say in way he's actually comfortable saying.]

I, ah. You remember when I was a troll and we talked about -- about if I ever got the tail back, and how that'd... change things.

If you wanted to see -- I wouldn't mind.

[Honestly, Marco kind of forgot... until just now. In fact, it's now that he's really looking at where he's touching that he realises he's about where he'd expect Fiddleford's genitalia to be.]

You... Really? You're serious?

[The words come as a surprise, but not an unpleasant one. He just got so used to the idea of Fiddleford not being ready to take things too far that he kind of... accepted it as the status quo. Which didn't mean, in any way, that he isn't curious.]

So... Where... are they?

[... Ryslig is probably the only place where you can ask that question and not break your boyfriend's heart.]

[Boy. He's really going to do this, isn't he? A year ago the idea would have sent him into a mild panic attack and now here he is, kind of excited. Things have been going so well. They can continue to go well. They will.

He leans back just a little to put a bit more space between them and uses one finger to very lightly trace the divide between two of the scales on the underside of his tail.]

There, sort of tucked away. They just -- they just need coaxin' is all. I could -- ?

[He wouldn't mind doing it. He's done it before, of course, plenty of times. But if Marco wants to he will absolutely not tell him no.]

Oh. [There, is it? Makes sense. Marco's never noticed that little... line before, if that's the right word for it, but yes, okay, if nagas need to keep their bits tucked away somewhere, that would probably be the best place for it.]

I mean, if you don't mind... [Cautiously, his hand edges closer to the divide, one finger rising above the others.] I'd like to... to, you know. Give it a little try.

[He's... really not so sure about jabbing metal in there, but he figures it'll be fine if he just gently strokes the line to begin with - a light, slow trace with the tip of his finger.]

[That one touch is all it takes. If Marco had used his other hand then maybe Fiddleford could have managed to be a little more demure about the whole thing, but his dominant hand had to go and be the unfairly attractive metal one. He can't be blamed for the way his breath catches or the tiny whine he lets out or the way his cocks waste no time in unfurling. And they do unfurl, like someone unrolling a sock, but it's fast and almost easy to miss if you're distracted by something else. Like, say, the color. Or the shape. Or the novelty of there being two of them.

He should probably say something. Something like 'so, that's them' or 'what do you think'. All he can do is look at Marco's face, trying to read his expression. He really does want to believe Marco when he says this won't bother him, but despite all evidence the contrary and the whole conversation they just had a part of him is still worried that Marco will be turned off upon actually seeing them. So what he winds up saying is:]

Is this -- are they okay?

[Whoa.

Hopefully Fiddleford isn't put off by the way Marco initially just... stares, wide-eyed and seemingly stunned. It's-- Okay, it's not like it's a lot to take in, visually speaking, but it sure is a thing that's happening. There they are, his boyfriend's snake dicks, and they're blue, and they look kinda like those weird dildos from that one website, and fuck him, they're oddly nice to look at.]

They're... They're great. See? What did I tell you, they're just fi-- More than fine. Really. Don't worry.

[Fascinated, he gently strokes a few inches of one of them with a fingertip. His own cock twitches in his pants. Already? Jesus.]

Can I...

[God, here he goes. What if this is when he scares Fiddleford off and everything's over for good? Kind of a dramatic thought, but it's hard to shake...]

... Can I... suck them?

[~~BUT HIS DICK IS GETTING EVEN HARDER THAN THAT HEYOOOOO~~]

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we don't even have to move this to the smut comm because it's a private inbox haHA

is that how it works, i genuinely don't know

I MEAN I THINK? it's not in the main comm it should be fine

YOU KNOW ME I WORRY ABOUT THINGS

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it's Time

welp, shit gets NSFW here

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