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[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~~]

[Woah is right.

Fiddleford looks at Marco like he just spoke perfect Chinese. That's not the reaction he expected. Curiosity, sure, but enthusiasm? Oh, lord have mercy, between that and Marco's metal fingertip it's a wonder he hasn't just spontaneously burst into flames.]

Wh -- I -- y-yes? Yes. I'd like that. I'd really... yes.

[Shh, shut up, before you babble enough for him to stop thinking it's endearing.]

[HIS BOYFRIEND IS SO DARNED CUTE THOUGH.

Marco lets out a relieved sigh mixed with a relieved laugh and it's like a weight's been lifted off his shoulders - so much so, in fact, that he's rolling them now. He hadn't noticed until now just how tense they were.]

Well then... Well! Okay. Let me see... [He slides his hips back, bending closer to eye-level relatively to Fiddleford's crotch. There are, of course, easier ways to put yourself at the eye level of a snake's crotch, but they do not occur to Marco.

With a gentle touch, he wraps his fingers over both of Fiddleford's cocks so as to bring them together. Then, he... uh...

... The only accurate description for what he does is to say that he experimentally opens and contorts his mouth. After he shuts it again, he mumbles:]

No, both at the same time definitely won't work...

[Oh sweet Jesus. Fiddleford swallows nervously, his coils shifting a little under Marco. He can't believe he almost just -- almost just tried to handle both. Though having them both wrapped in that hand is good, real good, and he wouldn't say no to that as a stopgap solution until Marco works out a better one.]

You, ah -- I mean I'd prefer them one at a time anyway. It, um.

They're not connected, see. They don't... talk to each other. [He really doesn't know how to explain this properly.] So if you... I mean it'd be two orgasms at once and I think -- I think that'd kill me.

[Which... what a way to go? But he's died enough here in Ryslig already.]

Oh. Ah. Well, I definitely don't want to kill you. [Marco laughs sheepishly. Good... Good thing he didn't try it in earnest, he thinks?? Boy.

... He's given blowjobs before, sure, but the addition of an extra dick to the equation makes things new enough to ensure it feels kind of like the first time. Or maybe it's just the fact that he's doing it with someone he feels so strongly about for the first time in so long...

His hand remains on one of Fiddleford's cocks, softly stroking it while he thinks. Then, after a few moments, he brings his lips to the tip of the other cock, kissing it and giving it the gentlest suckle.

... Just to make sure, though, he looks up at him.]

Do you think this would be fine? Not... too much?

[Fiddleford's cheeks heat up and he has to work very hard to keep his tail from outright squirming (he wouldn't want to accidentally knock Marco off it, especially not now). A sound starts bubbling up in his throat and instinctively he presses a hand over his mouth to keep it in. Even with the television on he worries, because he knows he'll be far louder than the TV if given the chance.

It's just that this is... wow. This sure is, alright. He knew conceptually that seeing Marco Evangelisti's mouth on his cock was going to have an effect on him but it's very different feeling it in the moment. It isn't just the sensation, though that's certainly part of it. Mainly it's the realization that Marco really does find his body attractive even now, that Marco loves him blue snake dicks and all, that this isn't a problem. Marco adores him anyway and that realization is intoxicating to a man who craves validation.

He nods at Marco's question, eyes a little over-bright. Oh yes, that would be fine. That would be more than fine, thank you very much. There's a part of him that isn't quite his snake brain but is certainly somewhere near it that is very interested in looking down at Marco while Marco sucks him off.]

[Oh, he likes seeing that look on his boyfriend's face (plus, you know what? After all these months, it still feels so nice being able to call Fiddleford his boyfriend. It's the best damn thing that's happened to him in Ryslig. Or... really anywhere in general, in the past few years).

So, while he's growing more evidently aroused, he certainly doesn't want to rush this. Fiddleford deserves good things.

His hand, the metal one - part of him still can't believe Fiddleford's okay with having that anywhere near his genitals, but he's not complaining - wraps its fingers around one shaft, beginning with firm but gentle strokes, while Marco gives the underside of the other cock an experimental lick - and a twirl around the tip, for good measure - before beginning to take it in his mouth.

It's gonna take some coordination, but hopefully he can make it work.]

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