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"You're sure this is alright?"
They sit together in Bakool Ja Ja's room, on the huge stone slab that makes up his bed. Usually, it only had a few mats of woven reeds to keep him from sleeping on bare rock, but now, with Alxaal sharing it too, it had a little pile of pillows and blankets that had been pushed off to the side to make room for their experiment.
Alxaal sits, legs tucked under him, in front of Bakool Ja Ja. They're both nude, even the headdresses that usually adorn the siblings' crests have been put to the side for now.
Perhaps out of extreme caution- Alxaal thought of the lightning rods in Xak Tural, and he'd hate to have to explain how thunder struck both blessed siblings out of nowhere in the middle of Mamook. And it was nice to see him bared of all ornamentation, all purple and red scales and soft creamy underbelly. Alxaal might have once found his form frightening, considering that the Mamool Ja of Vana'diel were not as amicable as those in Tural.
But Bakool Ja Ja had quickly replaced those thoughts. He was caring, gentle, despite the gruff voice the Mighty spoke with and the aloof tones of the Mystic. His strength and size belied someone who could move with grace and delicacy, and Alxaal found every inch of him as admirable as the next.
"Of course I am sure. You're not going to try and tug it away from me, are you?"
"No!" The Mighty's voice is indignant at the thought. He could never hurt Alxaal- and if he did, he'd probably toss himself from the tallest building in Tulliyolal.
"Then it won't hurt me at all. Go on." Alxaal's expression is one of barely hidden excitement, as Bakool Ja Ja reaches out with a tentative claw.
"Ah- ah-"
It's a strange sight. Alxaal's soft belly giving way to his palm, as it presses deeper inside. There's a strange fuzziness that surrounds Bakool Ja Ja's hand, not quite the pins and needles of a limb going numb… he can't place it exactly, but it reminds him of being in Xak Tural. The way the air seemed to tingle with levin, but condensed around his hand.
Alxaal whimpers as Bakool Ja Ja's claw barely touches his core. His cheeks are bright red, face twisting as he tries to contain his noises, his thighs pressing together as if to alleviate the ache growing between them. Bakool Ja Ja feels lightheaded at the sight.
"Are we hurting you?"
"Ngh-no, it just… it feels so odd-"
Alxaal pants as Bakool Ja Ja rubs the pad of his finger along the front face of the electrope core. There's a magnetic resistance, it almost seems, bouncing against him, but he pushes down anyways.
Alxaal cries out, fists bunching up into the sheets. His back arches, and Bakool Ja Ja's finger slides across the uneven surface of the electrope. There's slight cracks he can feel, filled in with whatever they used to repair his core in Solution Nine.
The Mighty frowns.
"I wish-" he stops himself, as Alxaal shudders hard, and one of his hands clutches at his arm instead of the sheets.
"Bakool- ahh!"
Perhaps now is not the time, brother. The Mystic's eye flicks briefly over to the Mighty, then back down to Alxaal.
He's shivering hard, chest flushed and heaving. As his nails dig into the tough scales at Bakool Ja Ja's bicep, he struggles to string his words into sentences.
"It feels- it feels strange." Alxaal's voice is wavering, as Bakool Ja Ja's claw trails along a vertex. "Like you're touching- touching all of me- inside and out- mmf-"
"Where do you feel it if we do this?" Bakool Ja Ja adds a second finger to stroke his core, and Alxaal gasps, tossing his head back.
"It's- it's so- I can't- I-"
Alxaal babbles, hips jerking forwards and only making his core bump into Bakool Ja Ja's open palm.
Like this, Bakool Ja Ja's whole palm is now encompassing the cube of electrope that makes up Alxaal, and he can feel the spark of life that gives him form thrumming.
He knows he probably should ask first, but it's done almost instantaneously.
His fingers close around the cube's edges, and Bakool Ja Ja holds Alxaal in the palm of his hand.
For a moment, it almost feels as though he became part of him. There's a near audible zap as his palm settles against the face of the cube, and a tingling that dances its way along his arm. Bakool Ja Ja lets out a harsh grunt at the sensation. It's not unpleasant, but it wasn't what he expected.
But Alxaal-
Alxaal is wordless as his orgasm gushes down his thighs, mouth hanging open in a silent cry. His eyes are half closed, barely seeing, only holding on to Bakool Ja Ja for dear life as he shakes uncontrollably.
"P-please- please-"
"Alxaal?!" Bakool Ja Ja pulls his hand back quickly, as though he had touched a hot oven. "Are you alright?"
Alxaal nods, his voice faint. "I… y-yes, 'm alright. Just- just don't let go."
Bakool Ja Ja holds him for some moments more, until his trembling stops, and he gently lowers him to the bed. Alxaal sits, kneeling, his forehead pressed to Bakool Ja Ja's chest. Soft puffs of air warm his scales, and Bakool Ja Ja, unsure of what to do, pets his back gently.
"Shh, we have you." The Mystic's voice is low and sweet, as a dull claw gently scratches along Alxaal's spine.
"Aye, just breathe. That was a bit too much?"
Alxaal shakes his head. "It was… beyond words. It felt so good. Bakool Ja Ja," he suddenly exclaims, surging forwards.
Bakool Ja Ja lets out a little squawk of indignation as Alxaal lets go of his middle, and his hand trails down his chest, to the puffy, slick vent at his groin.
"Alxaal-"
"Shh, I… I want to try something. That is… if you want to try it, too."
"Don't tell me-"
"That can't be safe."
The Mighty and the Mystic exchange quick glances before looking down at Alxaal, who is palming his vent. It feels good, and the tips of twin shafts begin to slowly push against Alxaal's hand at the sensation.
"It is. The engineers in Solution Nine… they told me that the only time real danger could come to my core is if you were actively trying to destroy it, in combat. But something like this… well, I don't think it would be so dangerous as to further compromise their repairs." Alxaal looks at him with a mischievous grin, and Bakool Ja Ja wants to drag his hands down his faces.
"Alxaal…."
"If something starts to feel amiss, you can pull me off of you, I won't protest." Alxaal leans in to kiss his chest, just beneath his right pectoral muscle, and Bakool Ja Ja lets out a deep sigh.
"Oh…."
Alxaal's fingers have hooked into his vent, sliding along the underside of his shafts, beckoning them forth. Slowly, they push out, until they're fully emerged, dripping with a cyprine substance that coats them and Alxaal's fingers.
Alxaal crawls up onto Bakool Ja Ja's thighs, from his seat on the bed, until his stomach is against them. Like this, they poke at the start of his ribs, a fair few ilms above his navel. Bakool Ja Ja always found it curious, the little dip in the middle of his soft belly, serving no real purpose beyond adding another layer of realism to his form.
Still, he found it cute.
Alxaal leans against him, his cocks slicking his belly, his own clit just against the bottom ridge of his vent, and he's trying to hold in his noises, Bakool Ja Ja can tell, the way that he's pressing his lips together into a wavering line.
And then-
With an odd warping sound, perhaps because the size of his two cocks together was larger than his hand- Bakool Ja Ja feels his cocks collide with Alxaal's core.
Alxaal cries, arching his back, going stiff.
"Are you-"
"I'm- oh- that feels so- so-" Alxaal's voice pitches up, as his nails dig into Bakool Ja Ja's biceps, holding onto him once more for stability. "Oh-"
Bakool Ja Ja can feel the tingle of levin against his cocks- it seems to be projecting a net around them of fuzzy sparking, and gods- it feels good. It's like dozens of feathers brushing against his sensitive flesh, trying to spur on his arousal further. The core is solid, but the sensation seems to be illusory, and still, the feeling of the smooth electrope against the twin shafts adds to the sensation. It's warm to the touch, as it was when he used his hand earlier.
"Ngh- ooh-" Alxaal's clit keeps catching on his vent as he rocks forwards, and Bakool Ja Ja can't help but whimper along with him. His breaths turn raspy and deep as he reaches to pull Alxaal in closer, and Alxaal wails out his name.
There's a lancing bolt of thunder that seems to spark along Bakool Ja Ja's shafts, and that is enough to make him raise his voice to the heavens with Alxaal's name, twofold.
Thick ropes of pearly, translucent seed dribble down his shafts, and coat the electrope cube within his partner. It seems to be more than Alxaal can take- his thighs tremble and tense atop of Bakool Ja Ja's lap, and his clit throbs and pulses against his vent hard as he hears his orgasm splash onto the sheets below in short spurts.
Alxaal whines as his hips jerk forwards, still tense with his orgasm, as he slumps against Bakool Ja Ja.
Slowly, carefully, Bakool Ja Ja peels Alxaal away from his chest, and his members slide away from him, drooping and spent. Thankfully, when he hugs Alxaal against himself again, his skin is solid and firm, with no chance of him accidentally jostling his core again.
Alxaal shivers as Bakool Ja Ja holds him closely, his hair soaked with sweat and his head tilting back until Bakool Ja Ja cups the back of it with a gentle hand, to press it to his chest.
"That… Alxaal…."
"Ngh…."
"Are you… you're still alright?"
"Mm… yes… fine…." Alxaal's voice is tired, breathy. Bakool Ja Ja's heart is in his throat from the orgasm that he just had, but he finds it lowering back to its rightful place upon hearing Alxaal's voice simply sounding tired, and not pained or in distress. "Bakool… you felt so good. Felt you all over."
"You… you felt amazing, too." The Mighty's voice is full of wonder. "I didn't know anything could feel quite like that."
"You're right, brother." The Mystic purrs. "Alxaal, you're one of a kind."
Alxaal tilts his head up to look at the both of them, and smiles weakly.
"I would hope so. I think… that was a worthwhile exploration of my condition, was it not?"
The Mystic laughs.
The Mighty chuffs, pleased.
It seems that you have no need to worry about his form being compromised, brother.
Carefully, he lowers Alxaal to the bed, where he lays him down, before his massive form lays next to him, pulling him in against his side. The blanket, now soaked with their combined spend, is pushed off to the side. Bakool Ja Ja will have to wash it later- for now, he wanted to have a nice, long rest, with his lover besides him.
Alxaal immediately squeezes himself into the space beneath his arm, his breathing warming his scales.
"What did… what did it feel like?"
"I felt it in my head, and my… well, it goes without saying. But not only there." Alxaal moves his hand along his side, to his ribs. "Here, too. Sometimes when I feel the slightest touch upon my flank, it's as though my whole chest squeezes in delight and anticipation. Or here," he continues, hand moving down to his hip. "This too, makes me eager for touch."
"When you touched my core…. you touched upon every inch of me that could feel pleasure and pain, all at once."
"It hurt?" The Mystic immediately begins to look over Alxaal's body with a roving eye.
"Not… exactly, no. It's as though it knew it was you, that you weren't trying to hurt me, and only sought to bring me pleasure. Mayhaps if you were more ill-intentioned, it would have caused pain. But as it was, it felt like I was flying."
"If you say so…." The Mighty lets out a sigh of relief. He lowers his head to bump against Alxaal's shoulder. The scent of sweat is thick on his skin, and he can't help but dart his tongue out and lick at the soft skin just at the crook of his neck.
Alxaal lays up against his chest, and the Mighty and Mystic's eyes close as they focus on the small, soft sounds of Alxaal's breathing.
Though, the silence is broken after a short while as the Mighty's gruff voice comes out as a shy whisper.
"… Would you want to do that… again?"
Bakool Ja Ja can feel Alxaal's toothy smile against his scales.
"I can hardly wait for the next time."