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Mercil was so close to him now that he could feel their breath on his face, his own getting caught somewhere in his throat and clawing at his windpipe, threatening to choke him. Once he finally remembered how to breathe, cinnamon tinted tears ceased threatening at the corners of his eyes as he looked up at the troll he had been harboring feelings for of a sickeningly flushed variety, a paler hue brushing at the corners every so often. Ren hadn't realized how cold the other's breath would feel against his skin, he supposed he should have, Mercil's blood being so much higher up the spectrum than his own. It felt exhilarating and terrifying all at once, being so close to Mercil after having only ever talked over trolian.
Ren had half a mind to ask if he was dreaming, which would have been ridiculous seeing as how he was in fact dreaming, not that it made this situation any less tangible. The lowblood's face was somehow more flushed than he was, betraying the warmth that pumped through his veins even here on Derse. Reaching down quickly, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it down as far as he could, squeezing his legs together. He cursed drone season under his breath and how hard wired his body was for it, it made their first meeting rather… difficult on his senses. Why did the other have to be so damn attractive and so blissfully unaware of personal space? This wasn't fair, not in the least bit. "I um, well, I…" Ren replied after a while, biting his lower lip as he willed his bulge to stay where it was, not that it had ever been a very good listener, writhing from its hiding place as it tried to get closer to the eggplant blooded troll who towered over Ren in a way that should have been intimidating.
They noticed, of course they did, they would have to be dead not to, and even then it would have been hard not to notice. Chuckling softly, Mercil moved to whisper in Ren's ear, "you don't gotta hide that from me darlin', you're doin' a piss poor job of it anyways. Now, won't ya tell me what it is ya want from me, lil one?". There was a low growl mixed in with their words as they nipped at Ren's ear, teeth glistening in the light of the moon. If it had been anyone else, that might have scared him, but this was Mercil, and it had a very, very different effect on him.
A low whine managed to sneak its way past his lips, "Y-you won't, b-be mad, r-right?" He squeaked, one hand moving from the hem of his shirt to palm at his crotch as he stifled a moan. At this point, he was certain his nook was staining his moon given clothing orange, not that he could do anything about it. There was barely a pause before Mercil replied, " 'course not hun, I'd never be mad at you. Now, tell me what you need, Ren". Even with the gentleness in their voice, Ren could sense an order when he heard one and it sent a shiver down his spine.
He could feel slick dampening the space between his legs even more now, staining the crotch of his pants as his needy nook clenched down on nothing but air as his bulge searched for friction. Mustering all the courage he could manage, he swallowed before blurting out "I want you to fuck me til I can't walk, please, I just need you to breed me!". Realizing what he had said, his eyes went wide and he slapped one hand over his mouth, embarrassed by his words and the needy whine that followed as he clung to the other, his bulge moving from just thrashing under its cloth prison to slowly slipping inside his eager nook. Closing his eyes, Ren let out a surprised moan, holding onto Mercil as if his life depended on it before he managed to speak again, "I… I want to be full of you, please, Mercil, please!".
The cinnamon blooded troll had never let himself say anything even remotely like that out loud, never let slip that he secretly wanted to be bred like a mother grub til he forgot his own name. His knees shook slightly, eyes still pinched shut as he could feel the intensity that was fucking himself with the troll he was infatuated with right there beside him. While Mercil was shocked, the surprise went away quickly as a smirk spread across their face as they became fully aware of the full breath of the situation, slick noises obvious when Ren was no longer speaking. Oh, this was definitely going to be fun.
Mercil was on their knees now, their long legs making it so that they were still able to look Ren in the eye. "If you need me to stop for any reason, let me know, alright darlin'? To make it easy in case ya forget yer words, green means everything is fine and to keep goin', yellow means to slow down and check in, red means to stop, no questions asked. Make sense?" They asked, an intense amount of gentleness in their voice. The smaller of the two eagerly nodded his head, unable to hold back a whimper as pheromones from both trolls started to mingle in the air, making it hard to think.
The lowblood had never done anything before with someone else, even though he had definitely fantasized about it, even more so recently with his first drone visit on the horizon. Sure, he had plenty of toys and reading material, but it was different from the real thing, different than pailing himself with his own bulge and the various contraptions that he had collected. He forgot to breathe for a moment as Mercil closed what little space still sat between them, their face mere inches from his own before they muttered, "may I kiss you, hun?". The question didn't register for a moment, but as soon as it had, Ren's nodding could have made a bobblehead in a hurricane dizzy.
Wrapping their arms around the smaller troll's shoulders, Mercil pulled him into a kiss. It started off gently at first, a soft growl forming at the back of Mercil's throat as Ren shuddered, melting into the embrace. After a few moments, Mercil moved their arms once more, wrapping them just under Ren's butt before standing with him held close, pinning the bit of Ren's bulge that wasn't still squirming within him between their stomachs. Gasping in surprise, he clung to the other, finding himself much further off the floor now. The blush from before was back with earnest fervor, drawing a soft chuckle from past painted lips. Ren already found himself loving that sound, wanting to be wrapped in it tightly and never let go.
The pair stood in the middle of the room for who knows how long, small hands grasping at Mercil's back as they trailed kisses and nips down Ren's neck. Eventually, Mercil walked towards their sleeping platform, still kissing and biting Ren as if he was the most delicious thing they had ever experienced. As far as they were concerned, he was.