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Just a few days ago, Eridan had decided he wanted to go through his closet.
As one of the only trolls actually caring about this subject, he had had a lot of clothing phases throughout his sweeps. From historical, elegant, gothic dresses to military uniforms, he had it all. He didn't quite remember why he decided to bring his ENTIRE closet with him on this meteor, but it doesn't really matter to him and he was curious about what he could find.
He pulled out from underneath a pile of old plain sweaters a dark, long and frilly dress with corset details. It was absolutely BREATHTAKING. He remembered impulsively buying it sweeps ago from a very esteemed brand.
He stood there for a moment, just admiring the detailing on it, the dark violet sheen of the velvet, the ruffles of lace decorating the hem of the skirt as well as the edge of the sleeves. Eridan needed to try it on immediately. He desperately scavenged his closet for the rest of the pieces for the outfit
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After some hassle and fighting with buttons and corset ribbon, the dress was on his body. It fit him as wonderfully as it did when he first tried it on, surprisingly.
Eridan admired himself in the mirror, twirling as he felt the world spin around him. The dress flowed atop a lacy petticoat, the white creating such an enchanting contrast. His ebony blouse had wonderful bell-sleeves that were adorned with even more lace and bows, enhancing every move he made.
Peaking from underneath the raven gown was a white pair of stockings. They were sheer enough to capture every curve of his feet and even his painted toe nails, but opaque enough to only hint at what colours were hidden below.
As he slowly lifted the skirt like preparing for a curtsy, he gazed at the lewd picture he was painting.
A boy in a princess gown, with bows and floral lace scattered all across him. His hair was unstyled and honestly looked like a mess, and his cheeks were ever so slightly flushed. His skirt lifted, and white, pure stockings covered his legs. It was such an intimate scene.
Just as the view started rising above the oh so delicate lace wrap around his upper thighs, Eridan heard a crack and a symphony of glass shards hitting the ground.
Behind him stood the one and only Equius Zahhak, his teammate, his former crush. The troll had seen him and furrowed his brows so hard his glasses fully shattered.
Nothing was separating the indigo bloods raw gaze from the one-man freak-show Eridan was performing. His cheeks were flushed deep blue and he was sweating profusely to the point his top was sticking to his skin.
"I- Uh- I promise it's- it's not wwhat it looks like! I- uhh- I swwear, I'll do anything, just- just don't tell anybody! Please!" Eridan stuttered out, trying to hide his body from Equius while still staring back. A tremor was heard in his voice and his entire body was shaking. He could not handle somebody, let alone HIM, see him this way.
"Ok." Equius managed to respond after a few seconds.
The violet blood could barely register the word before he saw the door close, black shards in place of where his old infatuation stood and a cold sweep of air that only froze his body in place harder.
His thoughts, his feelings, his questions and his anxieties floored him both physically and metaphorically, causing him to curl up on the floor and clutch his head. One of his biggest fears had come true. He didn't know what to do, who to ask advice from, where to go or what to say.
All he knew was that his only chances of being viewed as an equal in the eyes of someone he once shared a passion for were now doomed and he felt so disgusted with himself.
He was nothing but a repulsive freak that never conformed to any standard. He was not a girl, but he would never be enough of a boy. He was WRONG, oh so wrong. He was a degenerate that got off from dressing in women's clothes. He was vulgar, a disgrace to his entire bloodline.
Of course everybody sees him as a freak! Nobody even likes him! Hell, even his moirail left him because of how much of a disaster he was. How could he have even a thought that somebody would view him as an equal!
Eridan felt warm violet tears roll down his cheeks but they didn't feel like his. He felt bile rise up his throat, but the stinging didn't feel like his. He could never live with what had happened that night, he could never live with that bitter stare he had received.
The two haven't seen eachother ever since.
Equius couldn't stop thinking of what he saw that day, when Karkat ordered him to find and tell the sea-dweller to see him about their current mission.
Eridan Ampora, hair messy and unstyled, engulfed in a sable velvet dress with such intricate details and ruffles. The fabric was thick and heavy and dragged across the floor, contrasting with the ever so delicate lace that was scattered all around. Equius could appreciate good craftsmanship. The way it wrapped around his slim torso and puffed at his hips creating a picture that could only depict the purplest of royals.
He saw how underneath the dusky fabrics was a different ornate universe, and how Eridan was deliberately lifting the up the skirt. Elegance flowed with vulgarity.
The layers of lace and soft ruffles filled his vision and overwhelmed him. As much as he could study the work put into the petticoat, he could only focus on the scene that he could see reflecting in the mirror.
Sheer white sheltered the gray skin of the violet blooded troll in front of him, yet so erotically enhanced every shape of his legs. Oh, they were so wonderful. They were slim and smooth, yet not too thin.
Not like Gamzee's that were practically just bone, Eridan actually had some meat on his bones. Every curve and every bump were outlined with a pearly finish and- oh.
Oh. That's- That's indigo. That's indigo peaking from underneath the stockings. Eridan had his toenails painted indigo. Indigo like Equius' blood colour. That exact shade of indigo. Was it intentional?
Crack. The sound came from his glasses. The glass was straining and starting to crack under the pressure of furrowed brows and he was sweating profusely.
Fuck.
Lifting his gaze, he tried to stay focused on studying the figure in front of him.
He tried to focus on the ever so smooth curves and how there was a lack of thin darkness across the sea-dwellers legs. Did they lack body hair, or was it just Eridan's choice to shave? Equius couldn't pinpoint an answer, but either way, he knew he wanted to feel them. He knew that after he was blessed with this knowledge, he was changed.
His gaze went higher.
Like embroidery, scars flowed across his skin, protected from the harshness of the outside world by such a thin layer of pale nylon. Lace split the sea of white from grey with waves of scalloped edges and sailed Equius into a storm he was not prepared for.
Another wave of scalloped white awaited him at the end of his journey, but it felt so out of reach. So out of reach that mere seconds turned into hours and he could not be patient anymore. Equius wanted- no, desperately needed to see more.
He wished he would've controlled himself more as to not fully shatter his glasses and startle the poor sea-dweller. Eridan was reaching the crescendo of the burlesque show he was playing for himself and Equius was standing on the edge of a cliff he didn't even realize he climbed.
At that moment, while looking at the black shards scattering the ground, he noticed an ever so small stain of indigo on his jeans shorts.
Oh fuck.
He needed to escape the situation as soon as possible for the boy to not notice his problem. He could not let this troll see him like this. He could not let anybody see him in such a vulgar way. He would have to change his clothes the second he would reach his quarters.
With a single word response to Eridan's mental breakdown of a request, he flew out the door and to his chambers like the wind. Nobody saw him, he saw nobody, and he was now in the safe confinement of his room.
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He felt so lewd for how he thought of this violet blooded troll. Nothing, Nobody, not even Gamzee has ever made him feel something like this. He felt so lewd for the amount that he was perspirating just thinking about this. But it felt so good to feel so lewd.
It felt so good to feel disgusting. And Equius was already hot and bothered by the idea of actually falling for a sea-dweller. Their hatred was generational and it felt so good to be so wrong. He was betraying his entire bloodline by having such lewd thoughts about this troll.
He needed to settle this. He needed to have his ideas shoved back to him and be told how vulgar he was. He needed to be put in his place.
Equius wiped his drool and dried himself with an already soaking towel then went to his computer. He didn't think much about what he would write, he just wrote and sent.
centaursTesticle [CT] began trolling caligulasAquarium [CA]
CT: D --> Come to my quarters
CT: D --> We need to converse
After a few minutes of impatient waiting, he sent another message.
CT: D --> Tonight
CA: wwhat do you wwant
CT: D --> You know what we need to talk about
CA: there is no wway in HELL wwell be talking about that
CA: you said you wwouldnt mention it
CT: D --> I accepted your terms of not telling anybody, but I never said I wouldn't mention it
CA: fuck you
CT: D --> If you will not be coming, I will
CA: dont
CA: fine, ill come
CA: just
CA: make this the last time wwe speak of this
CT: D --> We will see
centaursTesticle [CT] ceased trolling caligulasAquarium [CA]
He needed to see this boy again and he wouldn't have anything stand in his way.
CT: D --> Come to my quarters
CT: D --> We need to converse
Eridan stared at the screen of his computer, sweat beading at the top of his forehead and cheeks flushed from embarrassment. He really didn't want to do this. He really didn't want to talk to him about what happened. He would rather just dig a hole and die in it than be face to face with him.
He hadn't spoke to anybody in days, let alone to HIM. Eridan had ignored even Karkat and Kanaya's attempts to speak with him, which probably would've concerned the two if they didn't have those humans to troll.
He paced back and forth in his room, pulling at his hair with such a strength he was afraid he'd pull it out.
He knew Equius was impatient and persistent, so he couldn't not respond. But he really didn't want to do this. He really didn't want to acknowledge what had happened. Not after that degrading look he received.
Another ping.
CT: D --> Tonight
Eridan would have to answer soon, he could tell his already lack of patience was running thin.
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Eridan's hand had been pushed by Equius, he was cornered into such a small space he could not escape and Equius took advantage of that. The land-dweller took advantage of how easily he folded out of pressure and made it so the decision looked like it was Eridan's. The two paths Equius offered lead to the same destination and Eridan couldn't've escaped his fate.
The two would have to see eachother again.
Barely controlling himself from having a mental breakdown, Eridan got up and got dressed. He was not going to see this troll in his pyjamas.
He put on his usual clothes, staring with a piercing gaze at the gown in his closet that caused this mess. With shaky hands, he styled his hair into it's usual look, but it wouldn't stay. No matter how much product he put into it, it would not stay. Unstyled, his hair was choppy and it layed in swoopy side bangs.
Eridan left it as is, not wanting to force Equius to wait more.
After a few more seconds of walking in circles, banging his head against the wall, threatening to end it all and preparing to just lock himself inside, He finally had the courage to touch the door-handle that started everything.
"Wwhatevver, I just need to get this ovver wwith then he'll leavve me alone." Eridan sighed and braced himself for the worst, locking the door behind him twice.
He left his room through his transportalizer and stood in front of Equius'. It was so Cod awfully close to his. Every step he took felt like it was going straight to his doom.
His heart was racing, palms were sweatier than they had ever been and his cheeks were flushed as Eridan set his foot on the indigo transportalizer. There was no turning back now. No hiding, no denying, no nothing.
The two were going to see eachother.
Each step in the long hallway towards that wood door felt heavier than the last, and Eridan was feeling lightheaded. Metal scraps and wires were scattered around forming an uncomfortably sharp and unwelcoming decor. It made him feel as if he was intruding, it was degrading.
Does Equius do it on purpose?
The walls felt like they were moving in around him and he thought he was losing oxygen.
"It wwill be fine. It's gonna be okay. I'm fine." Eridan whispered to himself, trying to calm his nerves although failing miserably. He could let Equius see him like this, but he has no choice.
He reached out with trembling hands to lay a soft knock on the door.
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The door basically flew open and Eridan thought it would rip out of it's hinges. Equius stood in front of him, his horns scratching the doorframe.
Fuck, he was so tall.
It seemed he was trying to hide that he was panting but failed miserably. His skin was glistening with sweat and his hair was sticking to his forehead. He was staring wide eyed, crazed at the boy, and it was very clear due to his lack of glasses. He looked TERRIFYING.
Was he as bothered as Eridan was? Was he.. that mad at him?
Equius broke the silence.
"Hi."
"Hey. Are you gonna let me in or not?"
"Ah. Yes. Apologies." Equius moved out of the door frame. Eridan quickly removed his shoes, hanged his cloak and scarf somewhere, and walked in.
The inside was even messier than the hallway, electrical boards, wires and bolts were scattered over the simplistic room. If you'd ignore the metal and the weird posters, it was well arranged. Oddly enough, on some shelves next to some small soldered robots, there were some anime figurines. Eridan has never thought that Equius would be interested in something like that, so many. Actually all of them where of girls, mostly of troll Umamusume. Eridan had heard of the franchise before, but he didn't know the characters.
"We can sit here, if you'd like." Equius offered his black leather couch and Eridan sat down next to him. Although the two were sitting next to eachother, they were looking in opposite directions.
Oh my fucking Cod this man is ENORMOUS. He could feel himself falling towards him on the couch because of how the cushion was straining. There was a knot in his throat as well as in his stomach, and Eridan didn't know which one to focus on.
Eridan was now in Equius' room. And the indigo blood hadn't thought that far through. He didn't know what he actually wanted to converse about with the sea-dweller.
He knew he couldn't just tell the sea-dweller to talk down to him and tell him how lewd and disgusting he was, that would be too low of him, so they did need to have a conversation.
Now, what that conversation would be is something else. Equius could be polite and just compliment his stylistic choices, or mention how the boy looked like true royalty, or how nice his legs were, or how his hair was messy like that day, or those indigo painted toenails-
"Wwell? Get to it. Wwhat do you wwant to say?" Eridan snapped Equius out of his thoughts, his gaze still turned away.
"Yes. Apologies. I.. didn't think this far." The troll looked down at his fingers.
Eridan let out a chuckle. It seems that kind of calmed his nerves.
"I believe the gown fit you well. It suits your skin and blood colour-" Equius couldn't finish his sentence before being cut off.
"Okay, wwhat the fuck. You wwanted to see me for this? To compliment my dress? Not to call me wweirdo freak that gets off to wwearing dresses?"
"I don't judge. I understand it. I, myself, indulge in forms of "dress up" occasionally." Equius shrugged. And he wasn't lying. Inside his closet there was a collection of leather and latex gear. He always liked how the materials accentuated his muscles and the scenes that he could enact in them.
"I- Wwhat? You?! Dress up?! Do they evven havve dresses in your size?" Eridan finally turned his gaze to the other troll in a shock. Equius does guess that the idea of him wearing dresses is a bit odd.
"Oh, I don't wear dresses. It's.. something else."
"Wwhat do you mean "somethin' else"?"
"I.. I would rather not get into it." Equius turned away, perspirating even more. His cheeks were flushed and he could not hide his look behind his glasses anymore. "That is not one of the things I planned on mentioning."
"Thought you didn't think it through?"
"The plan was in the making before you interrupted me."
"Wwhatevver. Continue, I guess." Eridan scoffed, it seems he was growing more comfortable.
"I did observe something when you were.. uhm.. lifting the gown." Equius added.
The other troll didn't respond, but turned his head away. The indigo blood also noticed that the boy was holding his breath and clenching his fists. Anyhow, he would take the silence as him being allowed to continue.
"If it isn't too personal, do you shave your legs or are they hairless naturally?"
Even more silence continued, except Equius could tell Eridan froze.
"I- wwhat? Wwhy wwere you so focused on my legs? Howw could you evven see?" The violet blood sounded flustered, confused and possibly offended by Equius' question.
"In the mirror. I could see the exact view you saw. And your legs look nice, I couldn't help but stare."
"…N-No. I don't shavve. All sea-dwwellers do not have body hair, you pervvert. " Eridan answered after another moment of silence, his voice quivering from what could only be assumed as embarrassment.
That sent Equius into another spiral. Does that mean.. he didn't have any body hair? Not even..
"I see." Equius wanted to also see more.
He must control himself as to not think of such things with somebody like Eridan around him. He mustn't let his mind wonder to something so lewd. He, under any circumstances, can not think of the possibility of the troll beside him lacking pubic hair. Oh.
The plan failed just as it was being conceptualized. His brain had short-circuted and he was now purely doing based off instinct. And he knew his mood shift was visible.
Unconsciously, he had started moving closer to the violet blood, even before the current realization. His pinky finger was almost touching Eridan's leg.
He started clenching his jaw harder even though he didn't even know he started. He needed to see them again, and to see more.
Equius lifted his hand and placed it ever so gently on Eridan's thigh, receiving a sharp inhale as a response to his action.
He forgot what personal space was and his face was centimetres away from the sea-dwellers face, now that they were staring at eachother.
Equius was all up in his face with a hand on his thigh, looking at this fish-boy with an expression he could not pin point, but all Eridan knew was that he was HORRIFIED.
The indigo blood's eyes were wide, studying every feature and every move of every muscle in his face. He was.. grinning? Could that even count as a grin? Either way, he saw teeth, sharp teeth. But he didn't seem angry, though.
He felt and saw steam escape from the land-dweller with every breath he took to the point they were clouding the sea-dweller's glasses. He didn't know normal trolls could have that happen, have such a high internal temperature. But he guessed Equius wasn't really a normal troll. He could feel the other's entire body shaking, but that hand still felt so gentle atop his thigh.
Eridan's gills, around his neck, were flared. That.. has never happened before. He had never been so turned on before.
"Can.. Can I see again?" Equius broke the silence, now switching his view between the fish-boy's lower half and face.
Eridan could feel his breath hitch, and he didn't know if he was more scared or aroused by Equius' question. He felt the pressure, both physically and mentally. He felt Equius' grip slowly tighten around his thigh and he could feel the power imbalance caused by the others strong gaze.
"Okay." He answered, ever so quietly.
He knew and felt the effects of his arousal in places other than his gills, and he was so stupid for his undergarment choices. He couldn't show Equius his legs without removing his pants. He was so, so stupid. Why, oh Cod, WHY did he agree?
Eridan raised himself up from the couch, feeling the loss of the pressure on his thigh, only now noticing the puddle of sweat formed on the indigo blood's side. He clasped his fingers around his waistband, feeling soft lace underneath. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He couldn't believe he was letting HIM see him like this.
With a hard swallow, Eridan started pulling his pants down.
Slowly, slowly he lowered them, shame building up in his body. Or could that be more arousal? He couldn't even distinguish between the two anymore. He felt his nails scratch against his now sensitive skin. He could feel Equius' gaze so sharply on him, but he didn't dare look in his direction. He stared at himself and himself only.
He saw his flimsy white lace panties and he know the other troll could see them too. They weren't just panties, it was a thong, there was even a little bow on on the front. How stupid, utterly stupid of him, Cod. He could feel how it was wet and sticking against his nook and the tightness of that ever so soft lace against his bulge was maddening. His feelings were so confusing and all of this made his mind foggy. He could not concentrate on what he was doing.
While lowering his pants more, he noticed the panties were stained. Stained purple. Violet actually. It was so obvious. It was so obvious how fucking aroused he was. He was so pathetic, he couldn't even control himself. He heard Equius' breath hitch before growing even heavier.
In a quick motion, to just get it over with, he pulled his pants to knees and sat back down.
OH FUCK. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Eridan completely forgot about his scars. He had cut himself after their original interaction, and it was pretty bad. Like, really bad. Not enough that he would need Kanaya to stitch them up again, but bad enough that they would take a while to heal. They had scabbed over, but they were still fresh.
Equius didn't show any reaction though, so maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't bring them up.
Everything felt like too much for him. First the entire situation, having to talk to him, getting undressed and now having his fresh cuts all on display. All of this felt like a humiliation ritual for poor little Eridan.
He didn't know how long he could take it anymore.
Equius doesn't think he could get even more aroused. He was already sweating up an ocean. He was finally going to get what he so desperately has been wanting.
Eridan had his fingers hooked on the waistband of indigo pinstriped pants. He loved that colour on him. His shirt lifted and he could see his stomach. He could see how the material ever so slightly dug into his lightly purple tinted skin. He hadn't noticed the translucency that caused this purple tint before.
Equius observed how mechanically Eridan unbuttoned his pants, the way his thumb pushed the metal button. It felt like the sound of the zipper echoed throughout the room because of the silence that surrounded the two.
When the violet-blood started pulling his pants down, Equius noticed that what he was wearing underneath was white. He noticed the scalloped lace that encompassed the waistband. He sees a ribbon. Wait- no, that's actually a bow.
Eridan was wearing panties. They were lacy all around and had a sizable bow in the front. That was.. actually very cute. He honestly never expected him to wear them so casually, shockingly. He could see behind the cloud of chantilly lace, a storm of violet had come forth. He could see how it stuck to the sea-dweller and how tight they were on him. It clearly wasn't a sizing problem.
As Eridan lowered his pants even more, Equius' gaze never faltered. He watched how grey skies started filling the picture, being cut across by the trails of purple shooting stars that had never faded. Some were more recent than the others. He didn't judge, he understood their reason. But.. were they there for the same reason Equius' were? Or was he.. perchance.. doing it for perverted reasons?
He would need to find out soon, but now he wanted to continue enjoying his show.
Eridan had finished lowered his pants below his knees and had now sat back down on the leather couch.
Equius sat up, looming over the sea-dweller for a second, resulting in a terrified look from him. He knelt down in front of Eridan, his hands ghosting over the edges of the boys thighs before scooping them from the sides. They fit in their entirety in Equius' hands, he was so small. He ran his thumbs over the raised bumps, even the one's that scratched back, but most importantly focusing on the softness of his skin. It was better than he had ever imagined. It felt like better than the softest, richest silks.
Equius lifted the boy up by the back of his thighs so he would be standing and he raised himself on his knees.
"Wwhat are you doing?" Eridan asked, but he seemed too shocked to move. With how unstable his legs were, he would've fallen without the support.
Equius leaned in closer, his head now right up against the violet-blood's thighs. He pressed his lips against the lace, resulting in a gasp from Eridan. One of the boys hands instinctively flew down to hold onto Equius' unbroken horn for stability. The indigo-blood took that as permission to continue.
He opened his mouth and pressed his tongue against the underside of the panties. He had now realised it was actually a thong, with nothing but lace covering the back. Anyhow, he felt the soaked yet soft fabric against his tongue. He could taste that ever so delicious purple that was hidden behind that cage of florals. He could also notice his own moaning against the other bulges.
He could hear high pitched moans coming from the boy above as well, and Equius could feel how tightly he was holding onto that horn and it hurt. The fact that he was covering his mouth did absolutely nothing.
He could feel Eridan press himself against his mouth harder, to the point Equius was almost suffocating.
He had this boy wrapped around his finger.
He was still curious about something, and this entire situation was not apart of his plan.
The indigo-blood removed his mouth from the sea-dwellers clothed bulge, a string of translucent violet connecting the two. This resulted in a wince from Eridan. Well, the violet was also on his chin, but he quickly wiped it off.
He gently placed the boy back down on the couch and let him catch his breath.
Letting go of one of the boys thighs, he ran a finger across the scabbed rivers of purple, putting just enough pressure as to receive a reaction. Now, depending on the violet-blood's reaction, he would know how to advance.
Equius raised his look to see and he was met with Eridan flinching and sucking in a breath. That didn't sound like pleasure though. It sounded more like a whimper, and he could see how tears welling in the other's eyes. The sea-dweller swallowed and looked away, but Equius noticed the sweet tear that rolled down his cheek.
Hm. Equius didn't expect that.
"I'm sorry. Are you okay?" He asked before laying a soft, sticky kiss on his knees in apology. It was a raw moment, he could tell Eridan needed it.
"'S fine. Just- just be careful, please." Eridan managed to respond ever so quietly, his voice quivering.
"Okay." He couldn't act cold, he had to show he wasn't all that terrifying.
He started laying soft kisses across Eridan's thighs, avoiding the fresher cuts. Well, they were more sloppy than soft but it was okay.
Equius' hands started moving lower down his legs, till he met the fabric of the pants. He props his head on one of the violet-blood's knees and hooks his fingers around the material. Slowly and so delicately he lowered them till they were removed off of his ankles.
Eridan was now just in his panties and socks,and he had no way of quickly covering up or changing his mind. He was at Equius' mercy, and oh how was Equius enjoying it.
After a few more seconds of enjoying the smooth silkiness of the fish-boy's legs and allowing him to calm down, the indigo-blood sat up. He desperately wanted to mention what he had seen through those sheer stockings that day.
"Lay with your back on the armrest." Equius commanded the violet-blood, his voice unintentionally stern.
He didn't even question it or say something in response, he just did as he was told.
Soon enough, Equius moved himself to the soft and now sticky leather couch and just stared at the boy laying splayed out. He started crawling towards him hungrily until his arms hit Eridan's calves . To get into a better position, Equius sits on his knees before the violet-blood.
He lifted one of Eridan's legs, bringing it close to his face. He rubbed his cheek on the silky skin that the other was blessed with. He hooked a finger around the boy's sock, staring at him, inspecting every movement of his like predator inspecting it's pray. He wanted to know if the colour was intentional.
Equius probably looked terrifying, but he could not control himself any longer. In a smooth, slow movement, he removed the covering.He brought Eridan's ankle closer to his face, staring so piercingly at him.
His hand had moved to the sea-dweller's foot, and was now lifting it slightly for the other to see.
"Is it intentional?" Equius asked sternly. He wanted an answer. That exact shade of indigo that the boy's toenails were painted with was his blood colour, and everybody knew that. So, it couldn't've been accidental.
"I- " Eridan was clearly caught off guard. " It-it's not wwhat you think! Y-you knoww I like wwearing indigo! It's a nice colour! It has nothing to do wwith you or your blood colour!" He sounded defensive. Equius didn't believe this answer.
"I don't believe you. The blue you wear isn't a true indigo like this." Equius added. "Do not lie to me."
"Sorry." Eridan tried to hide his face. "I-it suits my complexion and compliments my blood colour. Wwhy do you care anywway?"
"Why only your toenails though? Why hide it?"
"It doesn't matter! I didn't wwant people to think I wwas flushed for you."
It was clearly intentional. Equius could tell.
"I see. Nepeta wears indigo as well, but nobody says anything to her."
"Nepeta is your moirail! People knoww you twwo are close so they wwouldn't assume anything."
"Nobody assumed anything about the almost indigo striped scarf you wear."
"It's a different shade! Even you said it! And my ancestor wwore it too. It's- ugh.. it's not a big deal. You don't get it. Ugh, shut up." Eridan crossed his arms and looked away, talking to him as if he was nothing.
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Eridan told him to shut up. Him. Equius. This boy that was obeying him like a barkbeast, that was pressing himself onto his tongue not even less than 5 minutes ago, was now giving him orders. He could not accept that disrespect.
Like a switch flipped off in his head, he let go of Eridan's leg and layed it back down on the couch.
Eridan didn't mean to sound like that when speaking to Equius. Maybe he would forgive him. Maybe he didn't care that much.
Oh fuck. He did mess up badly. Worse than he expected. Eridan couldn't understand how Equius' mood changed so quickly, but he was scared.
Equius was now towering over him and there was no space between the two. He could feel the roughness of the high-blood's jeans against him. His legs instinctively wrapped around the others hips and he locked his ankles. The feeling was so maddening and Eridan was already lightheaded.
He was receiving a death stare from him, but he could not focus on it all. The blend between his terror and his arousal numbed every opposition in his mind.
He wants Equius to touch him, to lick him, to fuck him so badly. But there was no way he was going to get that after what he said.
He better apologize or the indigo-blood might actually kill him.
"I-I'm so sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean- I didn't mean to say that, I-I swwear! I didn't mean it, high-blood!" Eridan didn't even know what had come over him when he said that. It didn't even sound like him. He felt so embarrassed.
Equius seemed kind of shocked. Being called a high-blood had snapped him out of his craze. He looked like he really liked it. Like, REALLY liked it. Like, he looked like was going to eat this fish boy up.
The indigo-blood started drooling and grinning, and honestly, Eridan couldn't tell if he should feel excited or scared of what he was about to do to him. He could feel the warmth radiating from him.
He could hear a quiet and dragged, almost hissed "yes" from Equius and the others hands came to Eridans sides.
"Say that again. I command it. Call me that again." The indigo-blood leaned down, pressing himself against Eridan's chest. His hand moved to the sea-dweller's back, pushing him closer.
"H-high-blood?" Eridan repeated, embarrassed and unsure of himself.
"Yes." Equius dragged his words and the violet-blood could now feel his breath burning on his neck. He was so Cod awfully close to his gills. Eridan's hands found their way around high-bloods nape. He needed the support, he felt like he was slipping into a whole different world.
He felt sticky lips press against his gills and he could not contain the high pitched whine that escaped him. That area was so sensitive. He didn't expect it to feel like that. It was too much. Cod, it was so good and he never wanted it to stop. He had never felt something so good in his life. Not even when he touched himself did it feel so good. His eyes rolled back and he could only see darkness.
The kisses turned into licks, and Eridan was letting out a symphony of moans and whines. His toes curled and started cramping, his nails dug and scratched into the back of Equius' neck. His eyes squeezed shut but he still could feel the indigo-blood's stare.
One of Equius' hands trailed down the other's side and he removed his mouth from Eridan's neck. His breath drove the fish-boy crazy but he didn't know if he could focus on that or the feeling of the land-dweller's hands touching the ever so silky lacy waistband of his thong.
"Please, high-blood, please. Please, just- just.." Eridan couldn't even finish his sentence, everything was too much and he couldn't even think anymore.
Equius let out a hum and it made him feel so small. He let go of Eridans back and started lowering himself down his body.
"Tell me. I don't know what you ask of me." Equius said, his head inching closer and closer to the sea-dweller's bulge. Eridan's hand started moving higher up the other's neck. The way the land-dweller was acting was utterly MADDENING and he knew that the indigo-blood knew what he wanted.
"Please, please, stop teasing me. Touch me, please. I beg of you!" Eridan whined. He didn't even feel the embarrassment of begging anymore. He just wanted that sweet release that Equius has been pushing him towards.
He felt a hand fiddle the ribbon of his panties before it found it's way cupping his bulge. It squeezed and rubbed though that thin veil of lace, resulting in flinch from Eridan before relaxed and started grinding against it. He audibly winced at the loss of contact. He was so close.
Soon enough, the sea-dweller soon felt a breath on his crotch, and he threw his head back on the armrest. His hands moved into the indigo-blood's hair, tightly clutching at it's roots. He felt a tongue press against the cage of material. That once soft lace was making him more sensitive, but felt like heaven. It felt so good.
He didn't care how much pre gen-material was pooling underneath him, although it was getting uncomfortable. He wanted more.
"Please, please, please.." Eridan breathed out, lifting his hips.
"Be patient." Equius commanded, pushing his hips back down, but it made the sea-dweller even more impatient.
He felt the high-blood continue licking him, before finally hooking a finger on the waistband of the soaked panties. He moved back and the sea-dweller let go of his hair. He quickly slid them off until they were hanging on one of Eridan's ankles. The violet-blood shivered from the sudden exposure to the air and vulnerability.
"Hm. How adorable. " Equius' fingers wrapped around his tentabulge and it wrapped around them. He was seeing stars.
Eridan couldn't believe this was happening. His former and now possibly current crush was going to give him a hand job. It was so shameful. He knew his bulge was smaller then average for their kind, even a bit smaller than Feferi's (it had come up in conversation), and Equius had even called it adorable. If he wasn't so focused on the hand wrapping around it, he would've probably killed himself from embarrassment.
Violet dripped and drooled all over Equius' fingers and it was fully out of Eridan's control. He was moaning and groaning and panting and whining. He was so, so close. He felt his muscles tense and his moans pitched higher.
With a sudden yet light squeeze, and now without any barrier, Eridan came. The noise that came out of him was an attempt at a swear that never got truly finished.
He looked down and saw Equius focused on the gen-material pumping out of him. Some flowed down his bulge while the rest pooled into the other's hand. There was so much. Fuck. It was so degrading. An apology was forming on his lips before it was interrupted.
"Such a beautiful colour." He could hear the other whisper.
He could see the land-dweller look conflicted about something before his hands moved to his pants. He just now saw the stain of indigo colouring his jeans. Eridan didn't think the other had been so excited, but he was wrong. He stared at Equius' hands as they slowly and so precisely opened his pants. He lowered them, before lowering his boxers as well.
Equius' bulge was unlike Eridan had ever seen. It was clearly not like a sea-dweller's, but he doubted it was similar to a normal troll's. It was so big, although very proportional to his body. It was tinted indigo, especially the tip. He could say it looked similar to the one's on the hoofbeast posters, just.. a lot shorter.
Eridan couldn't look and he tilted his head back. It was too much. Everything was too much.
He felt a breath close to the tip of his bulge, which caused him to move his head and look back at Equius. He was being stared back at with such big, curious eyes. The land-dweller's lips had found their way to Eridan's crotch again while his hand was wrapped around his own bulge, slowly moving up and down the length. It was the same hand he had touched him with, and he could see how his violet mixed with Equius' indigo. Just the realization alone brought a whine out of Eridan.
His hand found it's support back in the other's hair as he could feel the warmth around the tip of his bulge slowly move lower. He couldn't help but push himself deeper. He felt the other slightly gag before he pressed his tongue against the underside of Eridan's tentabulge.
He could hear Equius' sounds mix with his, creating such a lewd orchestra. The vibrations of the moans against his bulge were like nothing he had ever felt before. He sensed tears of pleasure welling up in his eyes.
He could feel Equius' lips against his pelvis. It didn't take long before he started sucking. His toes curled and hands were so firmly planted in the other's hair. The pleasure seemed deeply rooted in sea-dweller's core and the feeling was spreading through his body like an electrical pulse.
Equius kept up a steady pace, both for Eridan and himself. It was perfect, and, if he kept the rhythm, the violet-blood would cum again.
This was something he thought he could only fantasize about. Eridan's moans soon turned into loud sobs.
Eridan was crying. Sobbing actually. Did he do something wrong? Did he accidentally hurt him? Oh, Equius really hoped he didn't accidentally let himself go and hurt his little prince.
He removed his hand from himself and quickly removed his mouth from his sea-dweller's bulge. The taste of the ever so slightly salty violet in his mouth was maddening, but he had to check up on him.
"Are you okay? Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?" Equius leaned back and asked, ignoring the string of translucent purple still connecting him to partner's crotch.
"C-continue, please. I'm- I'm okay." Eridan managed to say between sobs, wiping his tears with his free hand. For some reason, Equius didn't believe him.
"What happened?"
"It's nothing.. Evverything just feels so good.. Please, don't stop." Eridan started pushing his head back towards his crotch, but this time, closer to his nook.
He wanted Equius to eat him out. And eat him out he will. The indigo-blood will make sure there is no remnant of violet on his little fish-boy's nook. He was going to make the boy feel the softness of heaven's clouds embrace him.
He forgot about himself, putting both of his hands around his Eridan. One was lifting the boy's hips from underneath, while the other was wrapped around his tentabulge. He loved it. He loved his violet-blood's petit bulge. It was so adorable and it truly matched him.
He pressed his tongue flat against the sea-prince's nook, resulting in a shaky and so desperate moan him. Bringing such pleasure to his Eridan felt better than anything he could bestow upon himself.
Equius started moving his hands ever so slowly up and down the boy's bulge, loving the way it wrapped around his fingers. He loved the way he was coating it the mix of indigo and violet he coated himself in.
He licked the surrounding silky skin clean of any colour other than it's natural tint of purple before he pushed his tongue inside. He felt the ever so warm embrace of his prince's insides around his tongue, and how they fluttered and pulsated.
Equius pushed his face against the boy harder, trying to shove his tongue even deeper.
He could feel a whole different texture against the top of his tongue. It felt spongy but when he pressed his tongue into it, it resulted in some very, very sweet noises from his (presumed) matesprit. The tip of his tongue pushed deeper and he felt the boy's flesh stretch around it.
He felt his Eridan squeeze around him and he couldn't tell if he was moving deeper into his hand or onto his tongue. It didn't matter though, because Equius both sped up the pace of his hand and of his tongue against that spongy area.
The sea-prince was crying so loudly and he was holding onto Equius' hair too tightly. He would have to talk to him about it soon, inform him on how sacred hair was for his bloodline. But not right now, he had to bring him to his orgasm first.
He continued his movements, breathing so heavily against the top of his prince's nook. He loved the way such lewd noises were echoing across his room. He wished he could've recorded this on something, in order to listen and to relive this moment over and over again.
Soon enough, the indigo-blood could hear the pleads of the boy below him and he knew that Eridan would finish soon.
He felt his violet-blood's every muscle tense and he felt him snap his hips high. Warm fluid pulsed out of the boy for a shorter amount of time than before. He felt it narrowly avoid his eyes. He could feel that he had that rich violet all over his face, and Equius could not be happier.
Eridan's body relaxed and his sobbing subsided. The land-dweller removed his tongue from his insides and let him lay back down on the couch. He let the tentabulge unwrap from his fingers. The indigo-blood sat back on his knees and he stared at the boy that turned him into this mess.
He saw his sea-prince raise himself on his elbow and look at him. He looked dumbfounded at Equius' face before lowering his gaze.
"Do you- Do you wwant me to.. help?" Eridan asked wool-beastly, reaching his hand out towards the space between the other's legs.
Oh. He forgot about himself. But his prince's mention had now made him realize how painfully hard he was.
He responded in a breathy "Okay.". Eridan sat up and shimmied closer to him.
The boy moved Equius' pants and boxers lower, allowing his entire pelvic region to be exposed. One hand shyly moved to the tip of his bulge, thumbing the bead of pre gen-material that formed, while the other focused on the base. He felt slender fingers run through the dark curls and he heard the violet-blood whispering an apology before laying his hand on the base.
The indigo-blood raised his hand and wrapped it around his prince's on his bulge as he helps him find a pace.
Equius laid his forehead on Eridan's shoulder, observing their hands move together in such lewd way. He just set the pace, but the movements were continued by the sea-dweller.
It didn't take long before he was reaching the edge of the cliff of his arousal. His hands gripping the cushion underneath them, creating a big rip on the front. He could feel his thoughts slip away from him.
With a whine of "Fuck..", indigo gen-material spilled onto both of their hands, mixing with the violet that had pooled on the couch.
After they had calmed down from both of their sex induced highs, the two managed to sneak away into Eridan's room.
Originally, Equius had intended to just carry him like royalty back to his room and then wash the genetic material from his hair that he was so obsessed with, but Eridan had asked him to stay. He felt too alone in his room, especially after what experience they shared.
They laid together in the violet-blood's canopy bed.
"Wwhat are wwe noww?" Eridan asked, breaking the silence.
"Are we not matesprits? Would this count as closer to a moirail experience..? Do I have to inform Nepet-"
"Matesprits is good. Yes. Matesprits. There is no need to tell the kitty cat girl. I don't wwant her saying anything to her wweird shipping club."
"Ok."
"…"
"How long have you been flushed for me?"
"Wwhat? Wwhat do you mean?" Eridan raised himself up on his elbow to look at Equius.
"You have been attempting this for quite a while now. You spoke with me, trying to get me to indulge in your.. flirting."
"That wwas one time! I- I.. Just-" Eridan stopped himself. He knew where telling this brute to "shut up" would get him, so he'd rather just beat around the bush. "Let's just sleep. Wwe can talk tomorroww. I'm exhausted."
"Okay. But you cannot back down from what you said." Equius turned his head to him.
"Yes, yes. Good night." The prince whispered, before wrapping himself around the land-dweller's side.
"Sweet dreams." The other responded, gently wrapping his arm around him.
Karkat wished he could rip his eyes out.
He just walked into Eridan's quarters after being ignored for DAYS and was greeted by a pair of grey shorts AT LEAST 8 FUCKING SIZES TO BIG FOR THE SEA-DWELLER. Regretfully turning his gaze to the right, he saw EQUIUS ZAHHAK. THE FUCKING EQUIUS ZAHHAK. THE WEIRD HOOFBEAST OBSESSED, CLASSIST FREAK WAS IN THE SAME BED AS HIS FRIEND THAT HE THOUGHT HAD DIED.
HONESTLY, KARKAT WISHED HE HAD FOUND ERIDANS DEAD BODY INSTEAD OF THIS TRAUMATIZING IMAGE.
carcinoGeneticist [CG] started pestering arsenicCatnip [AC]
CG: YOUR FUCKING MOIRAIL IS SHARING A BED WITH THE FISH HIPSTER.
CG: GO GET HIM AS I RIP THE GLANDERBULBS FROM MY NUGBONE.
AC: :33< *ac stares at karkat in shock*
AC: :33< what the hell