The floor was still covered with debris from their last duel. It was amazing, really, the amount of destruction they had both managed to accomplish without actually annihilating each other. Though Eridan's lip did throb painfully at the memory. He touched his fingers to it gingerly. It would be a small wonder indeed if he managed to heal completely before he died on this stupid rock.
It was important that he remembered things like this. If he was going to confront Sol, he would have to have a clear head and a realistic grasp of the situation at hand. He tried to calm his nerves by picking through the debris in an attempt to locate his rifle. He found it soon enough, pulling it from a small mound of crumbled tile and dusting it off.
Once that was finished and he had leaned his gun against a wall, he proceeded to wander around aimlessly, his hands shaking so badly he had to ball them into fists at his sides. He kicked the debris from the center of the room, making a small patch of clean floor right next to a few of the green tubes of slime that were always found in abundance in the lab. One of them had been cracked open, and was leaking slime onto the grooves in the tile. He tried to wipe it up with his shoes but decided, after a while, that it was pointless.
Most everything he'd done up to now had been pointless.
He sat on the floor then and pressed his knuckles to his eyes beneath his glasses. He tried to go over what he was going to say, but the more time he spent dwelling on it, the more moronic and overwrought it sounded. There wasn't even a guarantee that Sol would show up.
But somehow, he knew that he would.
His knuckles still pressed to his eyes, he heard the faint buzz and hiss of the transportalizer before he saw anything. Blinking and fixing his glasses, he looked up to see the land dweller he had been waiting for. Sol looked a bit dazed, even with his eyes hidden behind his anaglyph glasses as they usually were. It was something about the way he stood on the transportalizer, unmoving, Kan's lunchtop clasped loosely in his fingers.
Eridan stood, prepared to receive him, but somehow unable to unstick his throat. Sol took a few haggard steps forward, barely lifting his feet from the ground as he moved. They were feet from each other before either of them spoke.
"You took your time," Eridan said at last, his mouth unusually dry.
Sol did not reply.
"So…" Eridan shifted a bit from foot to foot, trying to maintain eye contact with the other troll. It was hard though, when all he had to look at were those idiotic glasses. "Did you make any stunnin' revelations while you were busy leavin' me to fend for myself in the ablution trap?" He tried to inject some vexation into his tone, but was unsure of how successful he'd been.
Sol's lips parted, and Eridan waited for a reply with bated breath. It didn't come until after a few more beats when the other troll finally stated hoarsely, "I'm an idiot."
Eridan would've laughed if he hadn't felt so sick. "Well yeah I was kind of aware a that, Sol."
Sol wetted his lips before he shook his head. "It didn't…make a differenthe, did it?"
Eridan blinked. "Are you maybe forgettin' to physically force words outta your protein chute? I feel like I'm missin' half the conversation already."
The other troll shook his head, and Eridan could see his lips quivering over his protruding fangs. "Your feelingth haven't changed, have they?"
Eridan felt his heart tighten, each thud sending a jolt of pain through his chest. "About that, Sol, I've been meanin' to tell you—"
Sol turned and began to make his way back toward the transportalizer.
"Wait," Eridan said, his tongue like sandpaper against the roof of his mouth. "Sol, wait."
He grabbed the wrist of the hand that held the lunchtop, and Sol jerked as if he'd been burned, sending the computer crashing to the floor. It clattered and bounced away over the tile before the room filled with a thick silence. Sol did not move, but neither did he turn around and face the troll. So instead Eridan just had to look at his shoulder as he spoke.
"I've been doin' some thinkin', Sol, and I've decided that maybe we've both been approachin' this the wrong way," he began, his shallow breaths cutting at his lungs. "And I've come up with an answer for your question from before, which is that yeah I'm okay with it. I'm fine with your think pan bein' royally fucked and not in a good sense a the word royal either. Because I consulted with Vris and she was tellin' me about how it was the same for my predecessor. I figure I just sorta have it in me to be okay with flippin' quadrants constantly."
He felt the beginnings of a ramble coming on when Sol suddenly jerked his wrist from Eridan's grasp. He rounded on the troll, his face taught with fury.
"Are you telling me that you're fine with thith thimply becauthe thome bullshit fantathy thtory thayth that you're dethtined to be?" he snapped. "Ith that honethtly what'th going through my auditory ductth right now?"
"It is not bullshit or fantasy, like I would ever be seen entertainin' such garishly false ideas," Eridan replied indignantly, finding a bit more confidence once the old irritation began to settle back in his chest. "Not like I would expect unbred land dwellin' filth to comprehend the gravity a the nature a this personal revelation."
"What revelation? That you're a fuckin moron who doeth whatever thome fairytale tellth you to do?" Sol raged, his voice beginning to peak in volume.
"It's not a fairytale, Sol, I'm not some impotent baseborn wriggler who entertains thoughts a fiction in order to justify themselves. You are completely missin' the fuckin' point here when I was tryin' to be generous by offerin' you an easily digestible explanation for my thoughts—"
"Well give me the inedible version then," Sol seethed. "I want you to twitht my inthideth with your crappy explanationth until I am literally shitting unbridled awe. Wow me with the deep complexthitieth of your think pan, Eridan, I cannot fucking wait."
Eridan fell silent, taken aback. Disgusted, Sol turned once again to leave.
"I'm sayin' it's a matter of acceptin' who I am."
Sol paused and wheeled around slowly. "What?"
"That's what I'm tellin' you it means since you're bein' so fuckin' unreasonable and refusin' to listen to me as usual," Eridan retorted scornfully. "It means that even though bein' content to flip quadrants usually leads to gettin' culled or worse, I'm choosin' not to give a shit about any a that. I thought you said when this all started that the future didn't matter anymore. Well I don't know when you started carin' again, but I can't be bothered to, especially seein' as it doesn't look like we'll be gettin' off this rock any time soon."
He paused, taking a moment to breathe as Sol continued to stare at him, his body rigid.
"I'm sayin'… I guess I'm just sayin' I'm okay with things because it's the now that I want. If the future is holdin' no promise, there's no reason why the present has to be doin' the same."
The dim light reflected off of Sol's glasses in a dull sort of way, but it was enough to obscure any visual access to the eyes beneath them. So Eridan stared into the bi-colored lenses for what seemed like ages, watching the reflections dance ever so slightly as Sol breathed.
"Why me?" he finally asked.
Eridan frowned. "I'm not followin' you, Sol."
"If you're going to throw away your future, I want to know why you're bothering to wathte it on me."
Eridan scuffed a shoe against the corner of a tile. "Well, out of all the brinesuckers here, you were the first one who really gave a shit about any a the things I got up to—"
"Tho you're thaying that you would be fine with anyone, ath long ath they were enough of an idiot to let your whiney shitthtormth get to them?" Sollux cut in furiously.
Eridan quailed. "No, Sol, that's not…" he looked away. "I guess maybe that's how it started since I was in such a bad emotional state after Vris and Fef both ditched me for shinier prospects. I guess I just wanted things to go back to how they were before when I was doin' so well, like I still don't know what went wrong there. So I guess I was just sorta usin' you to get a reaction outta them at first. But then you were bein' stubborn and imperceptive so I had to actually put more thought into provokin' you than I was initially plannin'. That's where I got a bit fucked up. Now I'm all invested in this bipolar shit you have goin' on and I can't just dump what we have over something that seems so trivial to me now."
Sol laughed, putting a hand over his face. "What we have…" he muttered mockingly, his grin twisted with a kind of hopelessness.
Eridan felt his insides twist and a sick, cold sweat broke out over his body. "Yeah, Sol, what we have. And I would appreciate you not makin' a fuckin' joke out of it because even if you think it's all some sorta nook-lickin' ass party, it has fucked me up emotionally in more ways than what I'm comfortable describin'."
Sol was silent for a long time. It was then that his face crumpled, and he lowered his hand in defeat. "I can't hate you. I don't know what it ith with me right now but I jutht can't bring mythelf to feel thothe thingth. And it will probably change. Actually, no, it definitely will, becauthe you're an infuriating shit head and you never lithten and you're tho thelf-entitled ath to be phythically nautheating, but I jutht…can't fucking hate you right now."
Eridan tried to shrug a shoulder in what he hoped was the most nonchalant way possible. "That's all right, Sol. I don't really hate you right now either."
Sol gazed at him through those impenetrable anaglyph glasses before giving a derisive sigh and shifting, moving to turn away.
For the third and final time, Eridan moved to stop him.
He caught Sol's wrist in his hand, pulling the troll back towards him. Sol barely had time to turn his head before Eridan had pressed their lips together in a dry, clumsy kiss. Eridan felt the troll's hands press against his chest, as if Sol meant to push him away. But then, the palms slowly slid under his arms and over his back, pulling gently. Soon their bodies were pressed together, and their lips had eased more softly into one another, parting almost naturally. Eridan pushed his tongue forward into the warmth of Sol's mouth, hesitantly trailing over the edges of the troll's fangs before probing deeper. It was as their tongues met that Sol inhaled deeply, his hold on Eridan tightening. One hand trailed up to the back of his neck, keeping the sea dweller in place as his tongue worked in response, twisting around Eridan's and pushing almost forcefully against it.
They broke apart after what felt like a lifetime. Eridan held back, staring at Sol to assess the situation, but the bi-colored lenses hindered him once again. He raised his hands, hesitating as he expected Sol to stop him. The troll never took his hands from Eridan's back, however. He gazed evenly at the sea dweller as Eridan slid the anaglyph glasses from his face.
Sol blinked up at him, his mismatched eyes reflecting the light just as his bi-colored lenses had. But there was a depth there now. A squint of the eyes and slight furrowing of the brow that alerted Eridan to the troll's uncertainty and mild aggravation. He could see the crease on the bridge of Sol's nose deepening, and could sense that vexation growing as Eridan continued to stare. So, unbidden but not unwelcome, Eridan slid his arms around Sol's neck and kissed him again. The movement was fleeting. Only a brush of the lips before Eridan pulled away once more, his heart pounding. Sol's eyes fluttered open and Eridan could see that little crease on the bridge of his nose again as irritation colored the troll's face. Eridan was giddy and pleased enough to allow the sight to tug at the corners of his mouth in a smirk.
"Are you shitting me with thith?" Sol burst out, making to tear himself away from Eridan. "You can't even be theriouth for—"
Eridan silenced him with a second kiss, thrusting his tongue into Sol's mouth with more force, gripping the troll to him tightly. It was different than it had been that first time. That time he had been scared. In pain. Unsure at first of what was going on. This time there was no question. No doubt. Not for him.
He fisted his fingers in Sol's shirt, pulling at it as their tongues grappled. His breathing became harder, and he took a few steps forward. Sol tried to resist at first, only shifting one leg back to maintain his balance, but reluctant to give more ground. Eridan took another step into him, running his tongue along the backs of Sol's fangs. The troll grunted softly in response, his knees softening. Soon he had sunk to the floor under Eridan, and after a brief moment of fumbling, Eridan found himself on his hands and knees above the troll, who was flat on his back beneath him.
Panting softly, with a slight yellow flush coloring his cheeks, Sol batted Eridan's scarf away irritably. As Eridan leaned back to unwind it and toss it aside, Sol's eyes flicked to the floor around them and the small space that had been cleaned of debris.
"You were planning thith," he accused as Eridan leaned back over him.
The sea dweller blinked before glancing at the little clearing he'd made. He looked back to Sol indignantly, his lip curling. "I wasn't doin' any such thing." He leaned closer to the troll, his lips hovering inches above the other's. Sol was still, his chest gently brushing Eridan's with each breath he took. Eridan felt a hand reach up to tangle in his hair, urging him down. And Eridan complied, but instead of descending on those slightly parted lips, he pressed his mouth to Sol's neck. He received a sharp intake of breath from the troll for his efforts, and his lips parted, allowing his tongue to slide over the smooth skin of Sol's throat.
The troll shifted beneath him, one hand worrying at the clasp of Eridan's cape. The sea dweller nipped gently at Sol's neck as he worked, kissing his throat. His jawline. The lobe of his ear. It elicited a quiet groan from the troll, whose breathing had quickened. He had no luck with Eridan's cape, however, and was soon yanking unceremoniously at the chain as Eridan lifted a hand to cup one of the troll's horns.
"Fucking help me with thith," Sol growled as Eridan brushed a thumb over the juncture between horn and scalp. He felt the troll shudder beneath him, but as he lifted his head he could see Sol's perturbed expression hadn't left his face, though it was now accompanied by a much stronger yellow blush. Eridan felt his lip curl in annoyance, and he pulled himself upright over the troll to unhook the cape himself.
As he was removing the garment, however, he felt a sudden pressure on his groin. He winced and looked down to see that Sol's hand had moved to his crotch and was now rubbing him through the fabric of his pants. The cape slipped from Eridan's fingers and he doubled over, his palms pressing to the floor as if to brace himself against the sudden surge of pleasure coursing through him. Once the initial shock wore off, he placed one of his hands on top of Sol's, encouraging the troll's ministrations. He could feel heat coloring his cheeks, and kept his eyes squeezed shut as his already fitted pants became uncomfortably tight. He felt Sol's hand shift beneath his own and realized with another surge of warmth that he was fiddling with the button. Trying to take the pants off.
Eridan grabbed the troll's wrist then, and pinned it to the floor beside Sol's head. The land dweller peered up at him with his mismatched eyes, frowning with equal parts vexation and bemusement. But Eridan did nothing to assuage him on either count. He neither wanted to go too fast nor let Sol get the better of him. Eridan was slightly taller than the other troll, and all his time spent FLARPing and hunting lusi for Fef had left him slightly stronger as well. It was the psionics he couldn't best, though. But Sol didn't seem to be in any rush to use them. Especially not when Eridan used his other hand to peel up the troll's shirt, bending down to kiss his chest.
Sol squirmed as Eridan's lips brushed lower, trailing over the soft gray skin of his stomach before they came to the top of his pants. It was then that Eridan pulled himself back up to eye level with Sol. The troll was looking less perturbed now. He reached for Eridan, his hands sliding into his hair before his fingers tightened and drew him in close. Their kiss was long and slow, and Eridan could feel their bodies moving against one another. Could feel the way Sol's hips ground against his own. He pushed Sol's shirt further up his chest and they broke apart for an instant so that Eridan could remove the garment all together. Once he had, he dipped immediately back into the kiss, his fingers trailing up Sol's sides, tracing the curve of his ribcage, the smoothness of his waist, the angles of his hips…
He groaned as he felt Sol's fingers brush against the sensitive area of his scalp just at the base of his horns. Sol made a soft noise in return, and he began rubbing a bit harder. Eridan pushed his hips firmly against Sol's, and he could feel the other troll getting hard beneath him as well. Feeling their bulges touch made his entire body feel like it was on fire. He clutched at those thin hips and ground into Sol again. This time he could feel Sol moan into the kiss, the sound vibrating off the back of Eridan's throat.
Sol clutched at him, his hands moving up Eridan's sides, lifting the shirt as he went. As their tongues tangled, Eridan could feel the other troll yanking at the shirt more and more aggressively before he put his hand on Eridan's forehead and pushed the other troll away. Panting, he glowered at Eridan and gave the shirt another yank.
"Take thith off," he commanded.
"I'm gettin' to it," Eridan rebuked, pulling it over his head before ducking back down and pressing his lips to Sol's throat, trailing over his neck and collar bone. Sol's fingers brushed over Eridan's back and sides, and finally returned to his pants. Eridan put his teeth into one of the kisses as he felt Sol begin rubbing at the bulge in his pants again. The other troll was persistent. But judging from how things had gone last time, he wasn't entirely surprised that the heat of the moment was getting to Sol.
Not as though it wasn't welcome.
He gently sucked at the small bite mark he'd left on Sol's neck, the other troll breathing heavily beneath him as he began to press harder against Eridan's crotch. At last the other troll seemed to be able to take no more. He tore at Eridan's pants, unbuttoning them and shoving his hand down them, his fingers brushing at the sea dweller's stiffened length. Eridan let out a soft cry into Sol's shoulder as the unexpected touch made him ache with longing. It was an ache that was soon satiated, however, as Sol curled his fingers around Eridan and began to rub.
The sea dweller moved his hips into the touches, matching Sol's rhythm as the troll continued to pull at him. He pressed his lips back onto Sol's, and the other troll pushed his tongue into Eridan's mouth. Eridan groaned softly, closing his eyes as he felt the troll's thumb press at his tip, tracing small circles over the sensitive flesh. His arms began to shake, and it soon became a great effort to hold himself up as he was overcome with pleasure. As his hips moved, his pants slid further and further down his thighs. He opened his eyes, and found his vision blurred. He pressed savagely against Sol's tongue, snagging the troll's lips on his teeth. It only made Sol stroke him faster, pumping at Eridan's length quickly, the warm friction feeling so good that it began to hurt.
Eridan pulled himself away before he lost all sense of himself. Shaking, he crawled back a bit, only barely catching a glimpse of Sol's confused face before he was eye level with the troll's waist. He bent down and kissed Sol's stomach, his tongue flicking out to lap at the slightly salty flesh as his fingers unbuttoned the troll's pants, pulling them off completely along with the undergarments beneath.
In the dim light, he could see Sol's bulge lying hard and long against his stomach. He reached down and took it from the base, gently pulling upward until his fingers brushed over the head. Sol tipped his head back a bit, groaning audibly. After a few more painfully slow pulls, Eridan ducked down and pressed his lips to the underside, dragging his tongue upward over the salty flesh until he came to the tip. He slipped his lips over it and began to suck, and on the edge of his vision he saw Sol put an arm over his eyes, panting heavily.
Eridan worried the tip with his tongue, trying to get used to the salty, slightly bitter taste. He heard Sol's breathing become more ragged above him, and eventually elicited a cry as he dipped down over the troll's length, trying to take as much of it as he could into his mouth. He went a bit further than he was able at first, gagging and coming back up to suck on the head as he recovered, his eyes watering. It was as he hesitated that he felt fingers curl in his hair, urging his head back down. Trying to ease his breathing, he complied, sliding his lips back down over the troll's length before coming back up. Sol groaned, lifting his hips each time Eridan moved down, trying to encourage the troll to take more. Eridan was having a difficult time keeping his throat relaxed, however, so he eventually used both hands to push down on Sol's hips, pinning the troll to the floor as he continued to suck at his length. Sol moaned louder, his grip on Eridan's hair tightening as the sea dweller flicked his tongue against the underside of Sol's length as he went. His eyes flashed up for an instant only to find Sol in the same position, his arm thrown over his eyes and his teeth bared as he sucked in sharp breaths and expelled low moans. His other hand was still clenched tightly over Eridan's scalp, and the sea dweller could feel the troll's hips straining against his hands.
It made Eridan feel as if he were going to boil over. He released Sol and licked at him desperately, running his tongue over his length, before covering him with his lips once more. He began moving up and down so quickly over the troll's bulge that he scraped a fang over it, and Sol tore his arm from his face, sucking in a sharp breath as his hips jerked under Eridan's hands. Dimly, Eridan was aware of Sol sitting up over him and pulling at his hair and shoulders, saying something. But Eridan was aching with lust, and continued to lick at Sol's bulge until the troll physically pushed him away from it.
Eridan looked up at the troll, his lips and chin wet, his eyes hazy with longing. Sol stared back at him, sweat shimmering on his flushed face.
"Jutht for a minute I can't…" he squeezed his eyes shut, wiping a hand over his face. "I can't even fucking breathe…"
Eridan lurched forward and seized him in a kiss, stumbling a bit over the pants still tangled around his thighs and falling against Sol's chest. The land dweller returned the kiss aggressively, holding Eridan against him with one hand while the other worked to shove the troll's pants down. Once completely free of his clothing, Eridan crawled into the troll's lap and sat there, his aching bulge pressing against Sol's moist one. It seemed like forever that they sat there, pressed against each other, kissing and running desperate fingers over hot skin.
Finally Eridan pulled away from Sol and pressed at his chest. "Lie down," he said, his voice hoarse.
Sol's eyes were hazy, and he no longer expressed any will to argue. He stretched flat on his back once more, his chest heaving as Eridan moved forward onto Sol's stomach, reaching behind him to take Sol's length in his hands. His own fingers were shaking and his stomach was churning with knots.
No, this wasn't going to work, he told himself suddenly. His heart was pounding with equal parts panic and lust. Sol was waiting for him, gazing at him with his glassy mismatched eyes, his body trembling. Eridan threw his gaze around desperately before he saw the green slime that had pooled on the floor from one of the cracked tubes. He clambered off Sol for only an instant, scooping some of the stuff onto his fingers before mounting the troll's waist once again.
Sol lifted his head, blinking furiously to clear his vision. "What are you doing?" he asked.
Eridan did not reply, his cheeks flushed. Instead he put the slime-coated fingers behind his back and pressed them to his own entrance. He gritted his teeth as he pushed inside, coating himself as best he could while trying not to watch the mounting look of panic on Sol's face.
"Eridan, wait—" Sol began.
But he didn't. He took Sol's length in his hand once again, and began to back into it. He felt the warmth of Sol's head against his entrance, and he pushed himself down onto it, until that warmth began to stretch him and press inside him. He grimaced, sweat beading between his shoulder blades. Even with the slime it was no easy thing forcing Sol's bulge inside him, and it hurt more than he'd expected. He squeezed his eyes shut in pain and embarrassment after he'd gotten about halfway down, pulling himself up a little for a brief reprieve. The movement made him suck in a sharp breath, heat pooling in the pit of his stomach. Shaking, he began to ease himself down again.
He was so focused on his task that he didn't notice Sol moving until the troll had put his hands on his shoulders. Startled, Eridan looked up, and saw that Sol was sitting up again. He was trembling, but his face was calm. He kissed Eridan slowly, gently, before pulling away.
"Jutht get off, you're being an idiot," he said, but his voice was soft and strained.
"I know what I'm doin' Sol," Eridan panted, but his expression betrayed him. His face was screwed up with discomfort, his glasses slipping down his nose as sweat began to gather. Sol pulled the spectacles from his face and set them aside before kissing Eridan again. The sea dweller pushed his tongue into the troll's mouth, slowly settling himself, and letting Sol's warmth press deep inside him. His vision darkened for a moment as he was engulfed in a hot, painful pleasure. He shut his eyes against the sudden sensation, but opened them just as quickly in shock as he felt Sol's fingers curl around his length. He groaned as Sol rubbed at him, and the land dweller deepened their kiss.
Eridan began to move a bit, lifting himself and settling himself back down. His pace was slow, but each time he took Sol deep inside him, he could feel the warmth prod at a knot of pleasure, and it made his chest hitch with longing. After a few painfully slow movements, pulling himself up and settling back down, he yearned to quicken his pace. To take Sol as deep into him as he could. He put his hands against the troll's hips as he moved, resting his forehead on Sol's shoulder as the other continued to rub at his length. But the heat gathering in his gut and tightening his chest was quickly turning his legs to jelly. He collapsed against Sol, panting and groaning, and the troll held him, his own breathing ragged.
"Fuck," Sol forced out at last. "Get off for a thecond."
"If you think I'm lettin' you stop me now—"
"I jutht meant lie down, you thtupid shit," Sol cut in, biting Eridan's finned ear in equal parts vexation and lust. The sea dweller shivered against him before slowly pulling himself off of Sol and stretching out over the tile on his back.
Sol was on him almost instantly, ducking down to take Eridan in his mouth. It was just as Eridan remembered it. No, better even. This time there was not the threat of fangs to be worried about. Just the warm, wet softness of Sol's tongue against him. He groaned and lifted his hips as the troll swirled his tongue around Eridan's tip, his thumb and forefinger gently rubbing the base of the troll's bulge. Eridan tipped his head back, his fingers playing along Sol's horns and the sensitive scalp beneath. Sol groaned so forcefully it sounded almost like a growl and soon they were at eye level again.
Sol lifted one of Eridan's legs as he leaned in for a kiss, and the sea dweller suddenly felt the troll's length pressing against his entrance again. Eridan's fingers tugged at the troll's hips, beckoning him in. The heat of Sol's mouth had made him more relaxed. More ready. So perhaps it was for that reason that as Sol slid in the pain was all but forgotten. Instead he was overwhelmed with the warmth pressing deep inside him.
He groaned into the kiss as Sol began to move against him, his mouth locked on Eridan's as he ground his hips into the sea dweller. Eridan lifted his other leg in an effort to make himself more comfortable, wrapping it around Sol's waist as the troll continued his pace, steadily getting faster. Going deeper. He reached down and curled his fingers around Eridan's now wet length, his hand slipping over it easily as he began to rub once more.
Eridan's breathing became frantic as Sol continued at an almost fevered pace now. The feeling of the troll slipping in and out of him, nudging that tight knot with every thrust, soon had him reeling and dizzy with pleasure. His vision was dark and blurry as the sensations overwhelmed him, the boiling warmth in his gut threatening to spill over. He clung to Sol's back, breaking away from their kiss to gasp and bite desperately at Sol's shoulder.
"Fuck, Eridan," Sol whispered, his voice shaking.
"Sol—"
"I know."
Eridan writhed helplessly against Sol, arching his back and lifting his hips into the thrusts as they pressed deep inside him. He cried out, the warmth becoming too much. Sol pumped Eridan's length faster, and the sea dweller's chest hitched. He clung to Sol's neck as if it was his only anchor in a howling windstorm. And that windstorm swept over him with sudden, unforgiving fury as he climaxed, spilling purple-tinged genetic material over his stomach.
The sight of it seemed to send Sol over the edge too. He swore colorfully before pulling out of Eridan and pressing their lips together in a fevered kiss. Eridan felt the land dweller's hot bulge pressing against his own before Sol groaned into their kiss. He ground against Eridan's hips desperately a few times as he rode out his climax, their bodies a mingling of warmth and sweat and soft oaths.
And then it was over. Panting, Sol lifted his head and, through the haze of pleasure, Eridan could see a sheen of sweat on the troll's smooth gray skin. He closed his eyes then, unable to move. His limbs felt like lead.
He was not surprised at the way Sol rolled off him almost immediately. Nor was he shocked at the subsequent silence between them. What did surprise him was the fact that the troll continued to sit beside him, running a thumb over Eridan's sweaty brow every once in a while until the sea dweller drifted off into an easy sleep.