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[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.]

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[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...

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[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.]

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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?

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[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.]

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[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.]