"I have a question," she was running her thumb on his seam again.

"Yes?"

"What's... in there? Just your penis?"

"... Pretty much. I mean, there's the testicles, they're against the back... wall... Why?"

Veronica pursed her lips, considering her next words.

"Do you let... anybody touch you, inside?"

Myrtus blinked. That had never occurred to him.

"I haven't. It isn't done. Technical difficulties," he wagged his clawed fingers for emphasis.

"Makes sense. So you wouldn't want me to go there, right?"

"Ah... I don't know? I can see you wouldn't hurt me with your fingers," he shrugged. "I don't even know what to expect."

"Want to try? I'm just curious now and if it's no good I can suck you off again. How about it?"

"... I sincerely hope that is not a common bargaining tool for humans," Myrtus muttered. "Or else the Hierarchy is doomed."

"Are you seriously sidetracking to politics?" Veronica quirked an eyebrow.

"... Sorry. Sorry. Um. Yeah?"

The wonder of it was that he did trust Veronica to not hurt him. She'd made him feel so good already, it was entirely too easy to agree, to indulge her curiosity. And he was curious himself.

He held his breath as her thumb pressed down firmly, coaxingly on his seam. She leaned forward again and began licking at it, backing off as the plates parted. He made a soft, unsure sound, as she began sliding her index finger in.

It was odd. The friction of it, the fact that he was a little tense kept the plates semi-closed. He shifted when he felt her finger against his penis. It felt good, but Veronica wasn't interested in the obvious. She was slowly swirling that finger, feeling out his inner contours.

"... Are these your balls?"

"Yeah. I don't think about them much."

She cautiously ran her finger over one and then the other, making Myrtus squirm.

"Good?"

"...Sure. Don't press too hard..."

She moved the tip of her finger to the stretch of skin just below the swell of them and she turned her hand so that her palm was facing up, and began a circular rubbing. She was watching him, watching how his hips were starting to move again, how his eyes dropped shut and his mandibles slacked, before gradually increasing the speed of her stroking, testing his reaction. It was not at all the outburst when she sucked on him. He looked almost bewildered and shy about showing that he was starting to enjoy it.

It became clear enough when a new erection pushed its way out and they found that though it was a tighter fit between his plates, he could still accommodate her finger. Veronica began stroking him in tandem and he was panting again, arching his hips up, straining wordlessly.

"Are you holding back on me, mister?" Veronica murmured teasingly after no result from prolonged touching.

Myrtus made a hiccuping noise.

"...Don't know-"

"I have an idea."

Now, this had to be entirely because she had both her hands occupied with his intimate places, because he nodded rapidly.

"Okay, whatever it is, do it."

She withdrew her finger and let go, making him shiver from the loss, and clambered over him to her nightstand, sliding the bottom drawer open.

"Let me guess," Myrtus cleared his throat. "You have something with a ripcord in there."

"Let's start you out on the beginner model first, hmm?"

The vibrator she took out was slim, only a little thicker than her finger, and with a smooth, curving, abstract aesthetic that hearkened to asari artistic sensibilities. She went back to her spot between his legs and gave him one lingering stroke, collecting the fluid there and coating the vibrator with it. He manages to hold still for the first push of her finger and then the second push of the vibrator, making him feel oddly full. She guides it into position and withdraws her finger. The contours of the thing were such that he can feel it pressing against his balls and the very base of his shaft in addition to that spot that she'd been rubbing.

She met his gaze. And switched it on.

He simply came off the bed at that, his body snapping like a bow, making a full-throated howl. He didn't hear Veronica's surprised laugh as she fought to keep her grip on the thing as he twisted and juddered uncontrollably, crying out again and again.

It's inside, it's inside, it's INSIDE- some stupidly obvious part of his mind yammered as every move that he made had it sliding, rubbing up against some new patch of untested nerves, lighting him up from the inside out. Veronica rose on her knees, bearing down on him, giving him more, ratcheting up the intensity of the vibrator, forcing out ecstatic reverb from both sets of vocal cords. He came once more, splattering all the way into his cowl.

He didn't feel her carefully taking the vibrator out as he lay there, breathing hard, eyes closed.

"Veronica," he whispered. "Veronica..."

He just needed a minute. Just one more minute...

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