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"Seriously dude, if you keep this up we wont have anymore characters in our story"

"Well some of us appreciate the beauty of chekhof's gun. Flynn's condition was already made clear, anyone who pays attention to the storyline will be handsomely rewarded with a clear and concise ending!"

Prismo sighed, irritated but still boasting a fond undertone. They had been arguing about what should take place in their shared story for the past two hours and he was starting to lose his patience.

"Scrabby- no, I'm not killing Flynn. We already killed Jack AND PMO this is getting redundant, man."

Scarab huffed a fiery offended breath, he personally believed this story didn't have nearly as much suspense and payoff as it should.

"You shouldn't have requested my guidance if you had planned on simply ignoring all of my attempts at anything resembling an entertaining revision."

He rolled his eyes, slightly moving out of his contorted hunchback position he adopted in the midst of reading Prismo's glorified fanfiction. Scarab's irritation was clear, and if he didn't know any better Prismo would say he was about to beat his stubbly pink face to a pulp.

The beetle's antennae however spoke a different story. They moved languidly, brushing up against Prismo in an almost affectionate rhythm, it almost seemed like they were trying to brush off some microscopic dust particles that he couldn't see with his naked eyes. He didn't question it much as either Scarab hadn't noticed the appendages' escapade or he simply did not view it as abnormal or worth any acknowledgement.

"I didn't!! I asked if you'd be my beta reader, not if you could re-write my entire novella! This is supposed to be a rom-com Scrabby, there is nothing funny about fatal illnesses and murder-suicides!"

 Prismo waved his hands around exasperatedly to emphasize his point. Scarab prickled up a bit in a defensive rage, it was clear he saw this as some sort of serious debate and clearly intended to come out of it victorious. Still sitting with his long barbed legs crossed graciously he somehow managed to look intimidating, he crossed his arms in protest and scoffed patronizingly.

"If you weren't such an incredibly incompetant, immature, and inept trainwreck of a writer I wouldn't feel the need to interfere with your work process!"

 Scarab unwillingly let out a few low chirps of annoyance. He was unrestrained with his disrespectful words, fully intending to tear apart the man beside him's entire character if given the chance. However, much to the former god auditor's dismay Prismo had gotten used to his presence and in turn his unruly flinging of ruthless insults aimed directly at the heart of the character of whatever poor soul was at the receiving end of his emotional rampages. Prismo let out a soft amused chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief at the man's immediate defensiveness.

 He turned his attention to the ruby red antennae still lovingly brushing at his shoulder- which was a comically stark contrast to the resentment currently being beamed into his mind by the furious beetle next to him. He tapped the appendages gently to get Scarab's attention who was almost childishly pouting refusing to face Prismo through his blind petty rage but now quickly whipped his head towards the offending pink man, Scarab's cheeks blooming a soft pink color in embarassment. Somehow, Prismo was completely oblivious to the smaller's rather violently shocked reaction instead keeping his hand lightly rested on the antennae on his shoulder.

He raised an eyebrow and smiled slyly "Hey dude, not nice. You're being real uncool right now"

 Prismo tutted in a way akin to a scolding parent that was still amused by their child's antics. However he was entirely unaware of what he was doing by resting his hand on Scarab's antennae. Scarab took a moment but finally had an epiphany; the reason the man was able to softly place his hand on his sensitive feeler without grabbing it was because it was already on his shoulder, along with the other one, and the only conceivable reason the vulnerable extensions would ever purposefully interact with possible danger is if he had been subconsciously performing a mild mating dance- so to say- on the lanky pink man next to him. Said man was only giving Scarab a patient but vaguely concerned smile as he waited for a response while the bug just stared at him like he had just dropped the biggest bombshell of his life on him.

"Uhm.. Scrabby? Hello?"

 Prismo gave a confused look at the unresponsive man, silently fearing if calling him 'uncool' was a step to far past Scarab's comfort zone. He was met with silence and the most distant 1000 light year stare he'd ever seen even through the mask.

 So he decided to lightly press the feeler closer to his shoulder in the same manner you would a simple tap on someone's shoulder, just a small gesture to get his attention. Well, it had definitely gotten Scarab's attention. The bug let out a indignant shocked squeak, his body jumping a full inch off the ground yanking his antennae out of Prismo's gentle hold, choking down a painful golf ball-sized urge to whine at the sensation.

 Scarab had never really considered himself to be a bashful person but even he had the sense to look extremely ashamed of the subconscious sourdine of affection his antennae were dancing to on the only man to show him any form of respect's shoulder.

 Surely the taller man was absolutely disgusted.

 Usually, the esteemed former god auditor would simply hide the weakness that was his antennae, keeping the appendages packed away and hidden safe from any danger or judgment. Luckily for him, unlike his wings, he was so efficient at hiding them that no one even knew he had antennae and therefore they were exempt from consideration in a round of Orbo's beloved punishmental dismemberment ritual so they were still in pristine condition.

Sure they certainly needed tending to as he had neglected grooming and care for his antennae for years as it was never really a prominent component in his survival, but they weren't nearly as mangled as his beloved wings. His antennae were working against him however and refused to sheath themselves back into his forehead. Prismo for whatever reason didn't seem to question the sudden appearance of antennae on Scarab's usually smooth forehead.

"Woah! Sorry, dude did I hurt you??"

Prismo yelped genuine concern replacing his usually pretty laid back tone. He was, to put it quite simply, incredibly confused.

"No.. no it's fine, I'm fine. Don't worry about it Prismo."

Scarab was dismissive of the wish master's concerns waving him off in favor of shakily rising to his knees using his cane to help him up. He tried his best to shake off his embarrassment, face still painted a soft red under his mask in despite his efforts. Scarab calmly sauntered away deeper into the dark, twisting halls of the time cube leaving Prismo confused, mouth slightly agape with unspoken questions and a single defeated hand raised like he was going to try to hold the bug back but decided against it.

He sighed, cracking his knuckles Prismo looked back down to his laptop and tried to brainstorm ideas to add to his still unfinished and nonsensical story. Through the many quarrels the two had together depending on who won, a new section would be added to the story- providing a choppy, unpleasant reading experience and a healthy dose of emotional whiplash. He placed his chin on his hand letting out a frustrated breath of air, shifting positions. Fifteen minutes passed. He flips over and switches the hand he's leaning on, reaching his hand over his slumped shoulders to scratch an itch at the bottom of his neck.

He laid uncomfortably on his side, feeling the boredom seep into every nerve in his body like some kind of hellish venom. It had only been fifteen whole minutes until Prismo snapped, groaning in defeat.

He really wanted to give Scarab his privacy, to show him that the time cube was his home as well and he was welcome to stick to his own devices whenever he wanted to. But Prismo was starting to get concerned, he'd love to say that he could whole-heartedly trust Scarab with his life but he unfortunately for the sake of the all the wish universes in the vast cosmos he had to check in on the slumbering dreamer hidden away within the labyrinthine halls of the time room to make sure he was in good health and not in any particularly bug revenge flavored danger.

The passageway leading to the stairs of the lower time room that looked like a basement hatch flung open in only a bit of a rush, making haste through the halls to the dreamer's sleeping quarters. Unease pooled in his gut as he neared the room, dreading what he may find behind the door. It wasn't as if he was confident that the beetle had been up to something- no quite the contrary, he trusted that Scarab wouldn't try any funny business especially since he had only recently gotten his reward for good behavior; access to his 3D body. Prismo wasn't technically allowed to grant such a promotion but he figured that the bug wouldn't abuse it, disregarding the risks of him being in his 3D form more than half of the time.

What Prismo was truly worried about was the smallest chance that his apprentice would do anything at all out of line, because if he did he surely wouldn't be met with mercy from the hungry maw of the judgement hall already thirsting for the ruby man's blood. The dreamer's place of rest was only a few turns away- any moment he'd make it there.

However the wish master slowed, reaching his beloved crafting grounds for his famous artisanal pickles.

Strange noises came from the room, startling Prismo as he was the only living being to ever enter that room willingly. He paused, mulling over the possible courses of action he could take here and opting to investigate the alien sounds- risking the possibility of his dreamer's and his life being gracefully stolen right under his nose. Carefully slipping through the crack in the doorway using his 2D form instead of simply opening the door he quietly peeked into the ominously dark room glowing with the moody green lights of his magical pickle jars.

All attempts of stealth were quickly thrown out the window though, the sight in front of him viciously stealing his breath away in a selfish yank causing him to let out a sharp gasp effectively shocking the man back into the 3D plane again.

In the corner of the room sat a queasy, trembling figure. It's legs splayed out weakly as it panted like it had ran a marathon. The figure, tactfully identified by Prismo as Scarab, quickly snapped his head up to meet the dream projection's wide eyes. A dark red color bombed his face for the split second it was visible before the man had snapped his faceplates shut in humiliation.

Scarab much to his dismay, had been caught red-handed. A slick substance pooled between his legs as his now neglected tentacle like dick squirmed wildly, desperately searching for lost friction. His antennae flicked around wildly. Scarab removed his hands from the scene of the crime attempting to calm the raging feelers by brushing them back uselessly.

Prismo fully entered the pickle room cautiously as if approaching a rabid animal that would strike him fatally at any wrong move.

"Scrabby- what's going on?!"

Prismo questioned the quaking mess of a man confusion and concern weighing heavy on his tongue as he stared at the bug in abject shock.

Now don't get it twisted, Prismo was never the kind of guy to walk in on a self care session and interrogate the perpetrator. Usually he would just leave them to their horny devices but this? This was different, the air around the small man was desperate, distressed, something wasn't right and he wasn't about to let his newly appointed roommate struggle alone. He kneeled in front of the former god auditor, looking into his eyes with as much sincerity as he could muster taking into account the current rather risque situation, patiently waiting for a response. Eventually he got one, muttered in a shaky and broken tone.

"Y-... My species they- they have a sort of mating cycle, only when their brain subconsciously appoints a mate. I- that is my current p-predicament. If you could kindly find your way back out.. this is rather humiliating."

The scarab moved to sit up against the wall better, vehemently avoiding Prismo's searching gaze those piercing blue eyes threatening to impale him mercilessly. Scarab had clearly been trying to handle this issue on his own if his utterly exhausted and unsatisfied demeanor was anything to go by. The smooth appendage curled in on itself in desperate salvation as the slick substance continued to pool on the floor, seemingly seeping equally from the head of the tentacle as the opening below it.

Scarab had explained to him once in a conversation that had gone long off track that his species' reproductive organs worked in a strange way. No matter what sex they were assigned they all had both reproductive organs referred to as 'hermaphrodites'. However, the male's extra opening wouldn't be used for much besides pleasure. As, they were by default almost entirely infertile unless the genetic code was stimulated by very species specific supplements for males assigned individuals that wished to concieve.

Unfortunately for them, mating cycles- often referred to as a kind of a heat (although Scarab found the gaudy term ridiculous) were still quite intense. Interestingly, the body's expression of these seasonal mating rituals was entirely dependent on what position the individual experiencing it's headspace was. Those who preferred to be in the giving position would behave as such in a much more heightened state, while the individuals who preferred to be on the receiving end were also bound to act that way but at a notably more intense margin due to the nature of ancient ancestor's breeding traditions.

Scarab, the latter of the two, was left high and dry due to being unable to satisfy his body by simply jacking off. And he would like to think that it would be assumed that he was above unceremoniously shoving one of Prismo's artisanal pickles up his junk, but in his current situation he wasn't that far from losing enough self control to give in and do so anyways. (Fellas, please don't shove pickles up your ass.)

Prismo didn't budge despite the beetle's feeble retorts. He scooted slightly closer to the trembling man, shaking off the feeling of his legs slowly starting to fall asleep. Placing a meek but stern hand on Scarab's trick knee, effectively laser beaming all of the bug's focus onto the wishmaster. The man huffed, wracking his brain for the most comfortable way to go about what he was about to say, knowing that it could very well scare the bug away forever or make him violently ill at even the suggestion of what he was about to say.

"Scrabby, you don't have to suffer alone like this. If it would help- I could assist in working out this little problem of yours! If- if you want obviously haha.."

Prismo desperately tried to keep his tone as innocently friendly and willing as he could, but his nervousness was clear as the twinkling cosmos that surrounded the time cube.

Scarab's ruby red feelers shot up at the offer, stiff and straight as a board high above his head. The man himself was definitely not responding as straightly as his antennae, his face bursting into such an intense flurry of red that it was visible on what little of his squishy face wasn't covered by his mask. Eyes wide and all movement stilled, he let out a small puff of air while trying to remember how to form words. What a fearsome god auditor he was, left speechless by the simple notion of what many mortals did on at least a weekly basis. (Scarab would never understand that.) Eventually he was successful in his mission, pulling back the words that had truantly ran away from his brain.

"And why in glob's name would you want to assist me in this, Prismo?"

He had meant to sound patronizing, cold and unfeeling but his tone was instead smothered by the nerves and genuine confusion that had cloaked his entire being. He feared what the wish master's answer would be. Anxiously awaiting a response while Prismo looked at him like he was the most empty headed imbecile he had ever laid his eyes on. The man shot out a laugh and shook his head in a swirling cocophany of adoration and disbelief.

"Why wouldn't I want to help you, dude? Besides.. I personally think that anyone in the cosmos would be beyond stoked about a shot at having you as their bedmate."

Prismo teasingly waggled his eyebrows, effectively lightening the rather bad vibes with his idiotic attempts at swagger. At this, Scarab forgot about the sticky substance he was covered in and the fog clouding his brain in favor of barking out brusque laughter and it was his turn to shake his head in disbelief.

"You're an absolute bafoon you know that? Prismo, look at me, do you seriously think that anyone in the entirety of our universe is just grasping at straws to bed me??"

His lithe form leaned forward as he gestured his pinkish claws towards his genitalia in a grandiose swoop. Said genitalia were certainly a sight to behold. A slim tentacle like appendage languidly swayed at his pelvis while a hardly visible hole leaked a thick translucent substance consistently. Small sharp tooth-like bones rested at the peak of the slope of his pubic mound, threatening any unwelcome visitors with a free castration. It looked like if he were to be unaroused the teeth would close around his dick, effectively sealing his vulnerable organs away along with his pelvic plates to serve as an extra layer of reinforcement. The underside of his cock was a flat slope that elegantly curved down meeting the crux of that soft flat skin area. It made sense that his biology had so much protection of his hole as without folds or anything besides his own dick to cover it an infection would be almost guaranteed.

Prismo gawked at the sight before him, taking great effort to keep his heavy jaw from slamming the floor so hard it dented. His own face was lit ablaze as he stared star struck at the man's mindbogglingly attractive nether regions. Shrugging of his interesting preferences he turned his focus to the idea that Scarab believed this would proof himself right in not being attractive.

This dense cloud of disbelief overtook him as he moved closer almost snug between the bug's legs and he shook his ruby pointe shoulders lightly. Scarab reeled back in shock uselessly as he was already fully against the wall behind him. He looked up at the unmistakably dumbstruck face above him, his gaze so intense he had to avert his own eyes for the sake of his closed off integrity.

"Dude!! You've gotta be donking crazy!? Do you even know what you have going on down there- that kinda junk would make anyone's mouth water!!"

Prismo's voice was raised to an incredulous mix between a normal talking voice and whisper shouting. The man below him stared speechless as the wishmaster pretty much entirely admitted to his attraction to the beetle's anatomy. Suddenly, being this close to him was way to hot and small but meaningful beads of sweat made their way down the squishy face under his mask.

"You.. Prismo no, I'm beginning to think it's only you who's attracted to this."

Scarab tried to maintain a antagonizing lilt to his tone to which he had succeeded at quite well before the breath he let out after his words was a little bit too harsh for someone who totally wasn't flustered by any means. Prismo relented, a waving of a white flag implied in his defeated movements. He did move away from the man under him though, instead moving closer to him until his nose almost touched the man's mask and they were eye level. He squinted at Scarab, moving him closer with his shoulders as he insistently searched for something. The bug was confused, and he was heating up from the close proximity so he broke the searching silence hesitantly.

"Prismo..? What are you doing?"

The smaller's comment snapped Prismo back out of his determination as he moved his face a little bit away, an irritating amount of ease in his movements in contrast to Scarab's stiff demeanor. He pouted a bit, rolling his eyes playfully before responding to the man under him's question.

"Glob, I'm just trying to at least get a peek at your face. I feel like if I'm about to get the almighty Scarab off it would only be fair that I get to see his face."

Playful whininess weighed heavy on the wish master's tongue as he crossed his arms, patiently waiting for a response. Scarab choked on his own saliva taking a moment to recover from his mini coughing tantrum and regain his breath that had been so rudely knocked out of his lungs by the man waiting expectantly above him.

"Wh- G-Get me off?? I never said anything of the sort!! You will not be viewing my face any time soon."

Scarab bit back with a noncommittal defiance clear in his words. Clearly he was mulling over the suggestion in his head.. but can you blame him?? He's rather desperate at the moment. Prismo uncrosses his bony arms moving his gold adorned hands down to the sides of the beetle's waist, nodding his head in thoughtful agreement.

"Yep that's true, I s'pose you didn't accept my offer.. oh well."

He sighed dramatically as if Scarab had stolen his heart and ran off with it.

"I won't help you if you don't want it, so I guess that means no monumental reveal for little ol' Prismo..."

The ridiculous man flippantly rested the back of his hand on his own forehead in a dramatic show of woe before grinning cheekily at the man below him, very much entertained by his own antics. If it was possible for Scarab to get any redder he would most certainly be. He couldn't wrap his brain around why Prismo was so insistent on *helping* him. A war raged in his brain as he bafflingly actually considered Prismo's deal.

"..Fine. You have my permission, Prismo. But, if you tell a single soul, life as fleeting as a mortal's or not, I promise you I will get your head on a pike."

He sneered with all the venom in the action he could muster, which wasn't very much since he had been deeply weakened by his body's state and it's reactions to the wish master's advances.

Prismo grinned sharply as if he was a cat that had finally got it's cream. Moving close enough that he was almost flush against the smaller but just far enough to not be in friction range of the bug's groin cautiously moved his hand up towards the trembling beetle's face, unsure expression tracking his movements. He gingerly pressed on the sides of the carapeaces covering his face signalling clearly to Scarab that he wanted him to remove his face plates and show him what lied underneath. A nervous trill clawed it's way out of Scarab against his will, closing his eyes and taking a much needed deep breath to ground himself before making one final request of the man above him.

"..Promise. promise you won't laugh."

His words came out unconfident as he fidgeted with his rough claws near his lap, looking away at the very visually interesting dust bunny that laid in the corner of the expansive pickle room. Carefully, Scarab slowly drew back the plates.

What they left in their wake was a round squishy face with large bug eyes connected with a black marking that stretched to the end of his bottom eyelids, mimicking some kind of glasses or perhaps some wild eyeliner. Lips pressed tightly together with small twitching mandibles making their presence known in the bug's nervous display of vulnerability. His eyes we averted away from the wish master's, pupils slit but slightly wider than his usual rest state as they worked in a similar fashion to that of a cat's- primed for night vision and expressions of emotion. With the ruby plated shifted away from a face so lit ablaze with red it could be compared to his shell it was much easier to see his twitching antennae as they seemingly restrained themselves to the best of their ability from moving.

Prismo sat in awe staring at the humiliated man before him, lovingly placing a hand on his soft cheek effectively getting Scarab to look back up at him. He lightly breathed a chuckle of astonishment before his gaze melted to an impossible extremity of adoration as he smiled softly.

"You're.. gorgeous.."

Scarab looked up into his eyes in awe, his pupils expanding at the flattery as he could only stare into the wish master's all consuming sky blue eyes like they were the most amazing display of magic he had ever seen. A soft chirp came from his subconcious at the emotional staring contest, too overwhelmed to show shame over the sound. Prismo did everything in his godly powers to not tear up from the sheer intensitity of the love ripping and tearing viscera from the inside out.

"Can I kiss you, Scarab?"

Scarab couldn't even muster up a proper response from his dazed position. He had never been shown affection before, let alone an affection as deep and all consuming as this. Acknowledging that Prismo was patiently awaiting a verbal response he slowly nodded.

"y-yeah.. yes."

He swallowed with great difficulty, his voice broken and quiet with a light rasp to it. Nervously his mandibles clicked loudly as a response to the overwhelming feeling of a swirling mixture of embarrassment and comfort. Any anxious thoughts about how Prismo would be taken aback and disgusted by his oral anatomy were quickly silenced as soft lips pressed against his, cautious and experimentally.

The wish master held the former god auditor's plush chin, feather lightly pulling him closer into their shared venture. Scarab gasped into the kiss in part automical reaction and part shock at Prismo's bravery when he felt a deft tongue swipe at his velvety lips in a polite request for access to the other's mouth. Begrudgingly Scarab shyly opened his maw, mentally preparing himself for the taller's inevitable disgust.

What he did not expect however, was Prismo's unflinching fervor in the passion he put in the kiss. He was almost entirely void of any shock as his tongue explored the other's mouth, lapping at every extra row of teeth, tongue and proboscis escque squirming growth squirming in his oral cavity. The sudden onslaught of the others confident and unbothered advances left Scarab bewildered, clawing at the ground for purchase before settling on wrapping his arms around Prismo's neck for support.

He breathed in sharply, trying his damndest to greedily swallow enough air to have at least one whole breath fruitlessly, clenching his eyes shut in overwhelm. He couldn't hold back the soft keening sound that left him in response to his bedmate's agility with his tongue. Prismo groaned lightly the man before him's sound being the culprit for such a response. His hands began to wander around the vast expanses of the man's slim figure, finding a resting place in the crevice between the jut of his pointed hips and the curve of his snatched waist.

Scarab moaned into the kiss as the attacker increased the ferocity of his actions and squeezed his sides lightly, teasingly. It wasn't like his groin's arousal had ever went away per se, but it had at least calmed down before Prismo's advances sprung it back to life and brought it into overdrive as the appendage wildly thrashed around searching for any form of delicious friction but to no avail.

Scarab unfortunately was a being who needed oxygen occasionally and he had to sever the connection between them, pulling back harshly as if an invisible force had yanked him away- him not wanting to leave. Scarab panted harshly, leaning his head back against the wall recovering from the slight blur that had cultivated in his usually sharp vision from the lack breath. He ran a clawed hand down his face as he whined in what an outsider would likely identify as frustration. They'd be correct, partially, as he was indeed frustrated. At himself, for letting the wish master unravel him deeply with such tactful ease.

Said wish master took the golden opportunity of the bug's neck being exposed from his craning to gingerly nibble at the crook of his neck, lightly sinking his teeth in before lovingly lapping his tongue at the spot numbing and intensifying the pain at the same time. Scarab keened quietly, high and needy moving the clawed hand the was previously covering his face in shame to instead rest it on the working man's broad shoulder.

The feelers resting atop his head had lost restraint and were now trying to touch Prismo as if there was some magnetic force pulling them towards him, they were incessant enough that he had noticed their behavior when travelling across the beetle's neck looking for a fresh spot of plush pink skin to desimate. He looked at them curiously, looking back at the bug to see if he was going to say anything but his eyes were squeezed shut so he did what any intelligent person would do and grabbed them, admittedly harsher then he meant to but by no means harsh enough to warrant the response he was given.

Instantaneously, Scarab moaned loudly, his back arching impressively high as his hands shot up to grip at the other's curious hands, letting out quiet gasping wheezing as he subtly squirmed at the touch while Prismo processed what happened and he finally, thankfully, (dreadfully), let go of the appendages.

"Wow, those are sensitive huh?"

He puffed out an incredulous and flustered breath, feeling his own interest burn hotter in his gut.

"Hey! that reminds me! Why were these antennae thingies feeling my shoulder up while we were working on that fic- do they have a mind of their own or something?"

Prismo questioned in innocent curiosity as he poked at the newly appointed center of attention like a childish attempt at investigation. Scarab twitched at every touch, if there was any part of him that could blush that wasn't, it certainly was now. Pushing aside his embarrassment over his perverted outbreak in favor of an education moment he caught his fleeting breath and responded.

"Well, part of our mating ritual involves rubbing antennae as a sort of courting dance so I- Ah! Prismo would y-you please cease your prodding I'm trying to educattnnnmmpgh..!"

The beetle gasped quickly covering his mouth and clamping his eyes shut feeling them roll back in his skull a bit as Prismo had curiously swiped his tongue over the incredibly sensitive tip of his right feeler. He looked at Scarab's already borderline fucked-out face in awe as his own face quickly lit ablaze in response to the man's erotic reactions to his light touches.

Impulsively, wanting to hear more of his noises he moved him mouth towards the appendage once more, this time planting an open mouthed kiss at the very end of it, suckling at it very lightly. The response he got was everything he hoped for and much more. Scarab's eyes shot open as he tried to keen but was interrupted by harsh gasps as his hips bucked at Prismo's touch, effectively receiving the tiniest bit of friction that forced him to screw his eyes shut tight again and he let out a drawn out groan at the stimulation.

"Primsooo.. Ple-eaaase"

The ruby red man used all of his limbs including the spare pair that had popped out of his sides at the feeling of the wish master groping his antennae to wrap around him desperately pulling him closer. His mind was already hazy from the typical overwhelm induced by his mating cycle but it was amplified significantly by Prismo's advances making him feel like his control was already slipping.

Generously, the wish master smiled fondly, obeying the beetle's wishes and closing in more of the proximity between the two, oh so lightly pressed his knee into Scarab's writhing cock.

He choked on his own saliva in response to the feeling lurching forwards shoving his trembling head into the crook of Prismo's neck, lightly sinking his teeth in to ground himself as his sharp claws dug into the man's toned back. Scarab whimpered desperately clawing of the wish master's loose brown jacket and throwing it to the side pulling the taller closer still. Prismo shakily gasped taken aback by the bug's desperation, especially now that his mouth was so much closer to his ear giving him a clear front row seat to every chitter, chirp, and gasp the beetle let out.

He felt the aforementioned sticky substance start to pool on his knee and decided now would be a good time to discard his jeans. Tossing them aside into the growing pile of laundry he tentatively removed the black boxers as well, avoiding Scarab's prying gaze as his own hard on was exposed to the cold air, a healthy amount of pre beading at the tip. Interestingly, a small metal barbell piercing was nestled just underneath the head of the shaft of Prismo's dick.

The bug swallowed thickly, his brain totally fixated on the erotic piercing in front of him. He finally ripped his gaze away from the barbell only for it to immediately be caught onto the actual size of Prismo's dick- now he wasn't huge by cosmic deity standards per se, but was certainly threateningly well-endowed- staggering eight inches fully erect.

Despite feeling rather intimidated he was also getting incredibly impatient, hooking his legs around Prismo's waist as the sharp barbs of his legs stabbed into his bare back lightly.

"Ack- Scrabby that hurts.."

Scarab's expression darkened with annoyance, pull him in more and digging into his skin harder.

"Ow! Glob dude, point taken... do- do you even need lube or am I.. free to start prepping you..?"

Prismo questioned awkwardly scratching the back of his head while he awaited an answer that didn't take very long to arrive.

"No- it's self lubricating and there's quite evidently a lot of that lubricant"

He gestured his hand to the flood of that sticky substance gushing out of him onto the floor in a light but steady stream in a sweeping motion that reeked of passive aggression.

"-So if you don't mind can you please get on with it!"

His words were accentuated with an impatient grunt.

"Okay! okay.. I just wanted to make sure not to hurt you."

The sincerity would've touched his heart if a punch to it hadn't beat it to it- Prismo inserted a bony but skillful finger into him without warning, drawing out a trembling wheeze from the broken man.

"Hnngggf..Prismo- hn I don't need th-that much preparation!"

He moaned as another prodding finger was inserted in defiance, the muscle being so tight around only two fingers wordlessly proving Prismo correct in his quest for proper preparation. Slowly and gently he began making a small scissoring motion with his two fingers, affectionately massaging Scarab's insides and kneading his thigh with the other. Eventually, the beetle's strained squeaks devolved into languid moans as the wish master continued to prod his searching fingers into the other's well prepared rocking pelvis.

"hnahhh.. Prismooo.. pleassse.. c-carry on with it..!"

The man in question simply shushed him sweetly, continuing his ministrations despite Scarab's protests. The weak moans and chitters continued, devolving into desperate whines and the bucking of his hips into the man's courteous motions.

"Hang on Scrabby- I just haven't found it yet-"

He reassured the bug sounding very much focused on whatever mission he had so dutifully appointed to himself.

"Found whah-mngHHAH- PRISMO- HNG-"

The beetle screamed as Prismo found the spot he had been searching for, skillfully kneading the spot giving his full undivided attention to getting Scarab to make those noises again. Lost in his concentration he failed to notice the beetle unravelling above him, his hand reaching at his face in a desperate search for purchase. His jaw was slack in his fit of whines, moans, and alien buggish noises while a small trail of drool ventured down his trembling jaw. Unrelenting attacks felt like they were frying his sense in their ruthless wake, he felt like he was going to break any second.

"Aah! Hnn Hnah- Prismo! Please Prismo I-I can't hold on much longer- MNPH!!"

Scarab snapped his jaw shut arching his back impossibly high as Prismo, instead of showing mercy sped up his attacks. Not only that, but he also began lazily stroking the other's thrashing dick- quickly barreling the overstimulated man over the edge as he came with a cut of yell and a long drawn out moan of the wish master's name.

Scarab gasped and panted like a dog trying to get his breathing back into regulation and his brain back into focus. Between his legs, the taller man brought his spent covered fingers up to his mouth licking it off like it was some kind of well earned delecacy. This fired up something in Scarab's brain dispite his brains fuzzy connection with his other senses. He chittered aggressively, using whatever small morsel of energy he could muster to flip the man on his back, seating himself on the flabberghasted wishmaster's pelvis- his dick flush with the bugs ass. Prismo yelped at the sudden change of position- raising his eyebrow at Scarab curiously.

"You do know I don't really botto-"

His mumbling was quickly cut off by the bug's hand covering his mouth- his face dwarfed by the other's huge ruby talons. He smiled lightly at finally being the one to interrupt the other oh so rudely.

"You had your chance to-to.. call the shots so now..."

He raised his wide hips to hover above the wish master's pelvis and reached a lanky arm underneath his groin to angle the other's cock comfortably towards Scarab's leaking and perfectly prepared hole

"...It's my turn."

The former god auditor began slowly lowering himself onto the other's warmth, forgetting the piercing existed however it brush against the man's prostate causing Scarab to spasm losing his footing and accidentally seating himself onto the other's dick much quicker than he had meant to. Scarab gasped his eyes rolling back in his head as he trembled around the flesh spearing into his sensitive plight- a venture that surely would've been extremely painful if not for Prismo's insistent preparation. Scarab's breath hitched through his gasping fit trying to regain his thoughts while a glittering explosion of arousal was aggressively shot through his nerves at his accidentally gutsy move. Prismo panted as well, placing a hand on the beetle's thigh comfortingly like the compassionate prick he was.

"Holy glob S-Scrabs- are you alright? That was hf rough.."

Scarab settled his breathing a bit- he removed his hand from his shark toothed snag (he didn't remember putting it there in the first place) and lowered his gaze from the ceiling to the man below him.

"..Yes..I'm chhirrp- a-alright."

Wiping the drool that had spilt out of his mouth off with the back of his hand Scarab moved his hand to rest palm flat on the pink man's stomach his other hand making its way next to it. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. He wasn't about to let one mind fucking slip up ruin his goals. Slowly, he raised himself almost all the way off of Prismo's prick before quickly dropping himself back down on it, he set a slow and steady rhythm mostly due to it being the only rhythm he could muster up. Scarab scrunched his face in determination, his mouth pressed into a line and his eyebrows furrowed as the man below him groaned at the sensation of being rode.

He couldnt keep his mouth closed long however as more intense pleasure rolled into his gut spreading liquid fire into every fibre of his being. He moaned freely feeling his mind slowly start to slip as he slammed his sensitive insides onto the cock impaling him. The drag of the barbell peircing inside him rubbing against his prostate was better than he could've ever dreamed of. Slowly however as he reached his peak again he began to slow- limbs and muscles weaked by the overwhelm being inflicting opon them. Scarab whined and trembled seated on the man as he offered him help that was swiftly denied.

Though he had just effectively edged himself accidentally he still had enough thought in his quickly hazing over brain to be stubborn and try again. So, slowly again Scarab shakily dragged his body up before dropping down. Panting harder than he ever had before as he shook like a leaf. Drool continued to flow from his mouth as tears started to bead in the corners of his eyes from all the anticipation he had unintentionally built up while trying to put the wish master's own teasing ministrations to a halt. What good that did him huh?

"Scrabby- love- you're trembling! I know you want to do this yourself but you're pretty much torturing yourself at this point!"

Prismo sat up holding the others flaming damp cheek in his hand, speaking in a tone sweetly coated in a thick layer of sympathy and affection. Scarab let out a weak half sob, accepting the embarrassment of his attempted dominance in his heat ridden state failing as he couldn't even raise his hips again.

He whined as Prismo lowered him comfortably back to what was almost the position they were in but more comfortable as the beetle was rested gently on his back. Not to mention the silk soft pillows that certainly weren't there before- but in his current state he didn't have half a mind to question it because he didn't even have half a mind to begin with.

Prismo shushed him sweetly, mulling over if he should or shouldn't do what he was about to do before ultimately deciding it was in the bug's best interest if he did. So, he moved his fingers into a shotgun position carefully sticking them back into Scarab as his other hand rested on the man's thigh. Prismo closed his eyes taking a deep grounding breath as he focused deeply. The skin under the palm of his hand and Scarab's entire stomach area glowed a warm yellow as the wish master's healing magic soothed the poor bug's sore muscles.

The subject of the ritual whined and writhed at the feeling of being healed settling down when Prismo removed his hands.

"There. Is that better Scrabs?"

He crooned at the delirious bug before him. Scarab nodded vigorously.

"Yessss.. please Prismooo.."

He whined and dug his legs into the wish master's back again pulling him closer. Prismo chuckled, leaning down to passionately kiss the other again. Slowly he inserted his dick into the other, his hands exploring and massaging the other's curved torso.

Scarab moaned but it was stolen by the wish master's hungry mouth as he set a much faster and rougher pace, fucking him like it was his sworn duty to make the bug feel good. He was succeeding, very much so, Scarab's mind slipped into a calm submissive state where the only things he could think of were Prismo and how good he made him feel.

Subconsciously he whined Prismo's name repeatedly into the man's ear from his resting place in the crook of the boney man's neck. Prismo groaned low and needy, wanting to finally reach his own release after all his hard work. Scarab bucked his hips in tune with the other's rough thrusts unable to keep quiet as he barreled towards his peak again.

"Haahnn- Nmph- PRISMO! P-please I'm- Ah! I'm so.. cloooossse hhnm.."

Scarab screamed and whined clawing at the others poor ruined back.

"Shit- fuck- y-yeah ah.. me too lovebug.. i-in or out..?"

Prismo gasped greedily sucking in any air the pickle room would afford to him desperately holding on for an answer.

"AAH!! IN..! pleASE..!"

Scarab screamed and in reply Prismo immediately came, filling the bug up with hot spend. Scarab gasped hard, moaning as the feeling pushed him over the edge with ease, his orgasm being ripped from him and covering his and the wish master's chest who collapsed on top of him shortly after.

He tried to pull out but was seemingly held in place by a strange pair of tentacle like appendages not unlike the one still leaking beads of seed before him.

"Uh-m? Scrabs what's that about?"

Scarab mumbled a response but was met with a huh so he spoke up as loudly as his meek trembling voice would allow.

"Th-they're keeping you in me.. just- can we just stay like this? I'm tired.."

Prismo rolled his eyes affectionately, snapping his fingers to remove all the gross off of them- interestingly not removing the spend inside Scarab though- and giving in, collapsing on top of the beetle again. He nuzzled his face against the man's forehead lightly massaging his antennae comfortingly to which he got an appreciative buzz reminiscent of a kind of purr.

"G'night lovebug.."

A quiet satisfied chirp.

"g.. night."