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Being trapped in a corporal 2D body was weird enough, but suddenly being back in his ORIGINAL 3D body was even weirder. Sure, his punishment hadn’t been going for too long, but it was long enough to feel strange at the sensations of physical touch again.
“..Prismo?”
The insect gazed at his red exoskeleton before looking around for the familiar pink shadow, but he was nowhere to be seen. Instead a human stood before him.
Although human, Scarab would recognize his features anywhere. Tan skin, curly pink hair, blue eyes, definitely Prismo.
“Whadd’ya think Scrabby??”
When Prismo said he knew how they could be- well, intimate together, this isn’t what he had in mind. They were in an empty white room, two 3D, touchable bodies. A room Prismo had transported them to, more mentally then anything.
“..Prismo, what is this?”
His voice was steady but firm, gazing at the “human” just a foot taller than him or so.
“What? I told you I had a way. Now c’mon!”
With a wave of his hand colorful blocks filled the air, similar as to when Prismo summoned items in the time room. In the colorful object’s place was a bed, one big and comfy enough for the both of them.
“..How did you…?…”
“You think this is my first rodeo since being Wishmaster?~ C’moonnnn!~”
With a wide grin he strolled towards the bed, flopping back against it with a sigh. It’s been SO long since he’s laid down, or at least been able to feel it.
Although still unsure, Scarab followed, stepping forward and taking a seat on the bed beside the other.
With a lazy grin Prismo sat back up, seeming to lean over Scarab with a grin, one hand placed on his thigh as the other lifted his red mask, revealing that pink squishy face of his.
“Prismo, what is this..place?”
“Ok, don’t tell Orbo but, this is my own little ‘sex paradise’ per say~”
Scarab scrunched his nonexistent nose in disdane at yet ANOTHER example of Prismo’s rule breaking. But not the time to comment.
“It can be created by fusing my body with somebody else’s, like yours~ It basically just makes this empty room where I can summon or change anything“
“…Huh.”
“Pretty cool right?”
“..yes..cool.”
Cupping a squishy pink cheek Prismo leaned Scarab’s face closer, leaning in to place his lips against the other’s. The sensation gave Scarab chills, he’d never touched Prismo without the uncomfortable tingling of their forms fusing at the seams.
Nevertheless Scarab leaned forward, closing bright yellow eyes to enjoy the sensation. He enjoyed the feeling even more when hands wrapped around his waist, Scarab moving to cup Prismo’s cheeks tenderly.
Sex wasn’t a common thing for Scarab, over his centuries of life he’s barely slept around, if at all. But it was nice when he did.
It wasn’t long until hands roamed both bodies and their kiss grew heated and desperate, Prismo slowly pinning the red insect beneath him, just lightly pressing his knee between Scarab’s legs.
It wasn’t super easy to feel beneath his exoskeleton and plates covering himself, but he could feel it.
Before he could even realize, a soft whimper of Prismo’s name escaped Scarab’s lips, causing the Wishmaster to grow even more needy with his movements.
Hands roamed down Scarab’s chest before settling at his hips, kneading at the tough plates covering flesh.
“Scraabbyyy~…C’mon, lemme seeee~…”
“Mmnf….”
This was humiliating yet addictive all the same. With an embarrassed grumble the plates between his legs parted, revealing the sensitive flesh beneath.
A squishy tentical twitched and squirmed eagerly for touch, sensitive frills surrounding the bottom to protect two other entrances. It was..odd revealing himself to Prismo like this, but the way Prismo stared in awe made his chest flutter.
His breath hitched as those hands began grasping at him once again, one around his tentacle-like appendage and the other brushing against those sensitive holes.
“A-Ah!~”
“Woah…Glob, Scrabby you’re desperate, you’re wrappin’ all around me~”
The lubed appendage was wrapping around Prismo’s wrist persistently, squeezing and squirming for stimulation.
“..I-It’s involuntary…”
Raising his hand Scarab tried to flip his mask back down and hide his face, but Prismo gripped his wrist before he could, intense eyes glaring back at the insect.
“Oh no, Scrabs, I wanna keep seeing your cute face~”
Squishy cheeks turned bright red at that, Scarab huffing with frustration and avoiding eye contact. He hated his squishy face and higher pitched voice without his mask, but Prismo seemed to love it.
But soon all embarrassment washed away as a choked out gasp was pulled from the beetle’s throat, his back arching as Prismo began stroking him slowly, squeezing lightly.
“Jeez…you’re all warm and slimy”
“Mn… ‘s self lubricating…”
Prismo nodded, eyes trained on the appendage in his hand. Soon his movements began to speed up, his free hand slipping a couple fingers into the upper entrance, to which Prismo assumed was more of the vaginal hole.
Focused blue eyes scanned every one of Scarab’s movements, every twitch, every squirm, every squeeze of velvety walls around his fingers.
“..P-Prissss-mooo!-“
The squirming and moaning of the beetle only grew stronger and louder as he rocked his hips into those fingers, as well as bucked his hips up into that hand. The sensation was exhilarating, extraordinary!
It wasn’t long until a mix between drawn out moans, squeals, and chirps left the beetle, body squirming and twitching as his walls tightened around the Wishmaster’s fingers and what was essentially his cock squirming as a clear sticky liquid squirted from it.
It was a sight to behold, a sight Prismo would treasure for the rest of eternity.
After another minute of restless squirming Scarab collapsed against the mattress, out of breath and face flushed a deep red. Humming with satisfaction Prismo licked the other’s cum off his fingers, grinning wide and proud as he did so.
“..You’re disgusting….”
“You love it~”
Scarab’s legs were lifted and spread once more, Prismo magicing his clothes away and pressing his hard-on to the beetle’s entrance. A surprised squeak left the bug as he twitched with overstimulation.
“P-Prismo wait-!”
A weak plea fell on deaf ears as Prismo plunged himself inside, savoring the overstimulated squeal that left his smaller partner as he did so.
“Fuucckk Scrabby!~”
He was just as tight and warm as Prismo had imagined, his insides squirming and twitching around the human’s cock.
Scarab squeezed his eyes shut and let out a shuddered moan, a hand covering his mouth as he turned away. It was too embarrassing to face the other, yet the embarrassment was such a pleasuring aspect.
“Ooh no no no~”
Suddenly a hand grabbed both of Scarab’s wrists, pinning them above his head as Prismo’s other hand gripped those squishy cheeks, forcing Scarab’s gaze in his direction.
“C’moonn, don’t look away, Scrabby~”
All the beetle could do was nod obediently and do his best to still, Prismo started off slow, savoring every squirm from the overstimulated body beneath him. Savoring every glimmer in bright yellow eyes as Scarab struggled to keep his gaze in place.
“That’s it, Lovebug, just focus on me~…”
“..h..hah..Pris-…”
He couldn’t even finish saying the other’s name before gasping and arching his body forward, Prismo’s smile curling with mischief as he angled himself and thrusted faster.
Everything about the being beneath him Prismo found absolutely gorgeous. Every squirm, every breathy moan, every whimper, the broken look on his face as a rare obedience took over the insect. It was breathtaking.
Prismo released Scarab’s hands and they quickly wrapping around the Wishmaster’s back, Scarab throwing his head back with a desperate shuddered moan. Prismo was hitting all of the right spots and making him absolutely melt!
Even Prismo himself seemed to be melting into the moment and sensations, steady pace growing sloppy, signifying the Wishmaster’s orgasm growing closer.
Burying his face into Prismo’s neck all Scarab could do was chirp pathetically and whisper desperate pleas into the other’s ear, claws twisting into curly pink hair and pressing his squishy face into warm skin.
Scarab felt like he could live in this bubble for the rest of eternity, with no other sensation than Prismo against and inside him. It was heavenly.
“…Prismo..Prismoprismoprismo~……”
How could he not call out the other’s name in a moment like this? And it seemed to do the trick. Finally, finally a grunt left the Wishmaster as he thrusted deeper into the other and seemed to freeze, apart from twitches and shivers. The sensation of Prismo filling him up from the inside was enough to send waves of pleasure throughout his body.
Chirping and letting out soft pleasured sobs Scarab relaxed against the bed once more, flipping his mask back over his reddened face to preserve some dignity.
“Glob Scrabby~……”
Exhausted blue eyes gazed down at the beetle as Prismo smiled weakly, sweaty and panting for air. Weakly Scarab raised a hand to caress his cheek, a touch he hadn’t been able to express without that uncomfortable tingling of their corporal bodies responding to the contact.
Prismo relaxed and laid flat on top of the other, nuzzling his face into Scarab’s neck and placing kisses against his smooth exoskeleton. Such peace neither had experienced in ages. Complete peace.
“What the fuck??”
And peace broken. Both beings stiffened at the familiar voice and stared at one another.
Cosmic Owl was currently staring at a….thing. A big magicy portal-like thing. Noticeably pink and blue in color.
He couldn’t quite place what it was until it began to falter and crack apart, the owl’s feathers puffing up in surprise when it split and Prismo and Scarab found themselves flung from it. Back in their 2D forms.
Silence, embarrassment, and pure confusion filled the cube for a few long moment before Scarab spoke up.
“I TOLD YOU TO CLOSE THE DOORS!!!”
Well, more like screeched up.