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Gam/Akira PSL
The town Gamzee lived in was a smaller city, full of strange and unusual people and things. He fit in fairly well for an overtall, overly skinny, gray horned guy whose ears were pointed, and who wore almost exclusively hideous printed button-down shirts over tank tops and baggy jeans.
He had lived there for about a year now, and had found his vocations: gathering animal skeletons in the woods to turn into beautiful art, jewelry making, and working part-time at a flower shop, 3 days a week, four hours a day. But despite his enjoyment of his jobs, he was ultimately lonely. He wasn't in a rush to make friends. After his past, who would want to make friends with a murderer? An abuser? Someone so irrevocably broken as him?
He stayed pretty much to himself, as a result. Even the people he'd considered friends, rarely saw anything but the facade of his personality. And he knew it wasn't the best for him.
He'd been considering, off and on for months, getting a pet to come home to. Something to see its face and know that he had a small friend, something that was looking forward to seeing when he got home, he'd feel more at ease. Something good to him, something he could be good to? He'd feel more happy, more stable.
He could even teach it to take care of him in those days he couldn't bear to get out of bed. He'd read stories about therapy pets for those who were mentally ill. It wouldn't be too hard to take care of.
He lived in a small flat just on the outskirts of the downtown area, near the forested area that edged along the main city border. And since he was ground-level, he left offerings to the living creatures around the place. Scraps for the bigger creatures - and kibble - and dishes of water. And for the birds, he left birdseed holders and hummingbird feeders. His landlord didn't mind. Thought the troll was weird for wanting to attract creatures. So long as they didn't mess up the bushes or start burrowing in the lawn, the landlord didn't care at all.
One night, Gamzee walked outside, with a fresh bowl of water and another plate of kibble and scraps, and looked out at the edge of the woods behind the flat. "Hope y'all get good motherfucking rest," and started out on his nightly walk.
He had lived there for about a year now, and had found his vocations: gathering animal skeletons in the woods to turn into beautiful art, jewelry making, and working part-time at a flower shop, 3 days a week, four hours a day. But despite his enjoyment of his jobs, he was ultimately lonely. He wasn't in a rush to make friends. After his past, who would want to make friends with a murderer? An abuser? Someone so irrevocably broken as him?
He stayed pretty much to himself, as a result. Even the people he'd considered friends, rarely saw anything but the facade of his personality. And he knew it wasn't the best for him.
He'd been considering, off and on for months, getting a pet to come home to. Something to see its face and know that he had a small friend, something that was looking forward to seeing when he got home, he'd feel more at ease. Something good to him, something he could be good to? He'd feel more happy, more stable.
He could even teach it to take care of him in those days he couldn't bear to get out of bed. He'd read stories about therapy pets for those who were mentally ill. It wouldn't be too hard to take care of.
He lived in a small flat just on the outskirts of the downtown area, near the forested area that edged along the main city border. And since he was ground-level, he left offerings to the living creatures around the place. Scraps for the bigger creatures - and kibble - and dishes of water. And for the birds, he left birdseed holders and hummingbird feeders. His landlord didn't mind. Thought the troll was weird for wanting to attract creatures. So long as they didn't mess up the bushes or start burrowing in the lawn, the landlord didn't care at all.
One night, Gamzee walked outside, with a fresh bowl of water and another plate of kibble and scraps, and looked out at the edge of the woods behind the flat. "Hope y'all get good motherfucking rest," and started out on his nightly walk.
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He did, however, stretch his feet out a little, his tail following suit, as he heard the sound of cloth moving, and he cracked an eye open. Just in time to watch the shirt come off.
Me~ow~.
"...Hmmm? Oh.. I... didn't mean to pass out..."
Slowly, he moved to sit up, blinking groggily.
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"You need a blanket or somethin'? Could get one before I get dropping out to sleep, myself."
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Followed by a bland sense of arousal to see the guy's shapely butt. Even clad in boxers. Scars aside.
"A blanket...?" Yes, Akira. Blanket.
"Oh, that... that would be nice. Thank you." Akira felt fortunate that he was clinging to consciousness this long, honestly.
"...Cute butt, by the way."
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And that's when he spooked at the sound of thunder, and gasped a little, eyes wide. Then promptly laughed nervously. "Aight, sleep good, brother."
Because that was one thing he wasn't about to do, not with a storm on.
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"Okay."
Akira started to get up to follow Gamzee without really thinking about it, even going so far as to bring the blanket with him.
"I'm sleeping with you." As in next to, he means. Honest.
No way in hell was going to let his new friend(?) sleep nervous and alone.
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In resplendent hippie trappings of wall hangings on the ceiling, and an overabundance of pillows, lit by lava lamps and decorated with posters, his room was comfortable and, with the curtains drawn on the outside, rather dark. He pulled off his tank top, slipped out of his boxers, and climbed into the bed that was large enough for two people and then some. As he closed his eyes and laid his head on the pillow, his heart raced for two reasons then.
Had he just let his new friend sleep beside him?
He wasn't sure he particularly wanted to argue the point with himself or anybody else. He peeled one sleepy eye open and looked over at Akira. "Get cozy. M'gonna warn you. I'm kinda chillier than most peeps."
He knew for a fact that most humans - and all the other mammals on the planet - had a higher core temperature than he did. He came off as chilly to the touch, but only by comparison. His core temperature was a steady 83 degrees.
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Which he found out very quickly as he started to cuddle up to him. He shivered at the difference, but just huffed slightly and nuzzled closer anyway, purring. Their body temperatures would meet somewhere in the middle, he was sure.
Honestly, Akira's concern was Gamzee, and not his surroundings, though it wasn't as if he'd failed to notice them. Rather, he'd decided to notice them in greater detail later.
After a moment, he even started to tangle their legs together a bit, and carefully curled his fingers so that his claws wouldn't nick his new companion (he'd have to cut them soon. The suckers grew faster than human nails.)
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Though after a few moments, he murmured, "Didn't have to stay. Don't have to if you ain't want to. But it's good of you to have."
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Gamzee's claws were a little ticklish, though. Not a bad ticklish. Just enough to make his muscles twitch in response.
"Mmnh... wake me up if you get scared again. M'here," he slurred out, even with the vibrations of his purring interfering.
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The morning arrived with little change in the light in his room, but Gamzee managed to realize the time, even without looking at the clock. He had work in a few hours, and damn he was feeling comfortable. He woke up to see himself still sprawled comfortably beside Akira, and pieced together the last few hours of last night.
He reached up and gently ran his hand up into Akira's hair and scratched gently between his large, fuzzy ears. "G'mornin', Akira."
eh, icon's close enough.
He cracked an eye open, and, honestly, the past several hours came back to him as well. He managed a sleepy smile and purred contentedly as he pushed his head into Gamzee's hand.
"Mornin'...."
His ears tilted sideways slightly at the attention, even as he tilted his head this way and that every so often so that Gamzee could reach the base of each ear.
"Nnnnn sooooo goooooood...."
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He closed his eyes and yawned, stretching, before curling back up closer. He had some time to spare today. Lounging in bed was a good plan. He could make them breakfast later, but for now, he was content just to be close to someone so warm, and intensely sweet.
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So it was kinda sad when it eventually stopped, but Akira was wide awake as a result. Well, more awake. Cuddles were good, too, and so he staed nice and curled up with him. Still purring, he started to lightly knead against Gamzee's skin, only to stop quickly as he caught himself, and carefully curled his fingers again to keep his claws away.
"Mnnn.. I'll need to head out to buy some clippers for my claws today. I lost the other pair...."
Maybe he'd grab a pair of gloves, too.
"Don't wanna cut you on accident."
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He smiled and ran his hand through Akira's hair and back down his back once more.
"You can still nip them off if you wanna, but you ain't gotta worry about me at all."
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But, knowing that he could knead Gamzee no problem? Hell yes!
Incoming kneading along Gamzee's upper chest, then, especially with the feeling of a hand in his hair and down his back. The movements of his fingers were slow and methodical, and the sharp points of his claws would at least cause some decent (if not slightly bloody) scratching.
Akira's fingertips were also a different feeling compared to the rest of his skin. Closer to a cat's paw-pads in texture.
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But he could feel himself becoming uncomfortably aroused. And from under the blankets, a slightly chemical grape scent that was heavily laced with pheremone was starting to become very faintly apparent.
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Along with enhanced hearing, Akira's sense of smell was quite good, and he could immediately catch on to that unique scent. Almost smelled like cold medicine, but more alluring.
"Y'smell sweeter," he murmured, stopping kneading him, but not pulling his hands away, nor ceasing purring. Especially not with a hand in his hair.
Instead, he nuzzled closer, and began to lick over where he'd kneaded. His tongue had similar little barbs as well, but were not as long compared to how a cat's could be, but they still daintly scratched skin as well. Hm, no, the scent wasn't coming from there...
"Want it..."
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"I... I'm not 'bout to say no, but..." But he was about to leak against his own thigh if Akira kept it up, and he didn't want to ask Akira to do anything he didn't want to.
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It was only then that Akira stopped, with a decently humorous blep, as he was prepared to lick him more, but stopped in order to look at him more clearly.
Completely still, Akira waited for Gamzee to finish his sentence.
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"Damn, you're real motherfucking cute."
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"I don't mind."
Although he wasn't precisely hard (yet,) it wasn't that he had no interest.
So, down he went again, slowly licking Gamzee's body, starting again roughly from where he left off, and working lower. He even resumed kneading against his skin again, his claws dragging slightly against his sides int he process.
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With a flustered smile, Gamzee's fingers ran over Akira's shoulders, and then back up into his hair, at the base of his ears, rubbing and scratching there. When his body was uncovered, the chemical grape scent took on a keenly organic scent to it, clearly bodily fluid, and became more pronounced.
Gamzee arched into the scratches this time around, letting out a quiet, subdued groan, still throaty and raspy as his regular voice, which then went into a lower, more silken moan. His swirl-shaped scars on his thighs were temporarily forgotten as something he was self-conscious about, overridden by the enjoyment he was getting in the moment.
His own bulge slowly started to peek from its sheath, a long, tapered tentacle, dripping with a thin purple liquid, the depth of color almost coming off as black at first glance in the dim light. With ridges on the underside, and with slight bumps at the top, the tip itself was prehensile, and wrapped over itself for friction once more of his bulge had emerged. Below the bulge, he had a nook, very similar to a vulva from the outside looks of things, though far different in its intended use, also quickly becoming damp with desire.