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Pluey was restless. They were sitting at their work desk, trying to focus on some important forms, but they couldn’t sit still, couldn’t read, couldn’t think more than two sentences without getting distracted. Their eyes traced mindlessly over the cup of pens, the post-it notes, the papers they were trying to take notes on, before settling on the small dark green die Jongler almost always kept near them. They claimed it was like a lucky charm for them, even though it usually rolled low, and they held it with great affection. At one point, they’d even blushingly confessed that they gave it a name— Battat. Batts for short. 

Pluey didn’t know what to make of it initially, to be honest. It had seemed strange to them, but they did care for Jongler, so they’d accepted it. After a little research, a few realizations, and a heartfelt conversation, they’d also accepted that Battat would be a part of their relationship. It was cute how happy Jongler had gotten, and eventually Pluey started to feel a similar level of affection for the little thing as well.

They ran a finger over Battat’s top face (always carefully placed with the four at the top, apparently Jongler’s lucky number), smiling softly. He really was a pretty little thing, they thought, carefully picking up the die and rotating it slowly in their hand, watching the light reflect off its smooth plastic. It wasn’t a fancy or expensive die, it hadn’t come in a sparkling set of rpg dice or anything like that, but he was still quite pretty when they stopped to notice. Jongler had taken excellent care of him, in spite of carrying it with them near-constantly for years there were no major scratches or scuffs, and the plastic still shone.

Idly, they rolled it around in their hand, wondering whether they could justify taking a break. Although… they did have a way to leave it to fate right here in their hands.

Alright, Battat. Odds I go back to work, evens I take a break, sound good? they thought at the die. (No point in using up their words when the thing they were talking to didn’t have ears.) They shook him and rolled it across the desk, getting a one. Well, shit.

They sighed, poking Battat moodily. They really didn’t want to go back to staring blankly at the words on the screen, trying to make sense of them before inevitably losing focus and having to start the paragraph again for the 50th time. They wished they had some hard candy right now, something sweet to put in their mouth to keep it occupied, something to distract the part of their brain that kept getting distracted. Unfortunately, they were out, and Pluey still hadn’t figured out which box they’d put their fidget toys in when moving to Jongler’s apartment, so no dice.

The expression twigged something in their mind. Technically speaking, they did have a die, and they weren’t completely out of fidgets. They would just have to face an extremely distressed Jongler if anything were to happen to him. But it wasn’t like they were doing anything too intense. Battat was unlikely to get damaged just from sitting in Pluey’s mouth for a bit while they worked, and they’d be careful to not bite him and potentially leave a scratch or chip it. No harm done, right?

Slowly, they picked Battat up, holding him between their index finger and thumb. They studied him, how the light caught in its pips and almost looked like eyeshine. Why did this feel so intimate? “May I?” they whispered, voice rough from disuse. They felt a little silly doing so, but they could almost feel an… acceptance? A positive feeling, a not-quite-imagined warmth coming from the small die in their hand.

They pressed a gentle kiss to the side facing them, trying to ignore how their heartrate picked up. Without overthinking it any more, they put Battat in their mouth.

For a few moments, they didn’t move, just letting the die sit on their tongue, top face pressing into the roof of their mouth. They were suddenly very grateful that its edges were slightly rounded, no sharp corners to dig into their skin. They turned their attention back to their laptop screen, blushing slightly but with a hope of actually being able to concentrate.

Strangely enough, now that they also had to focus on not accidentally damaging Battat or choking to death, they were able to focus much easier on their work. They carefully rolled it around on the roof of their mouth with their tongue as they read, much as they often would between their palms. The way his plastic clicked against their teeth was very pleasant, somehow more solid of a feeling than they were expecting.

They ran their tongue over his pips, feeling out each individual divot in the smooth plastic. Their saliva was fully coating it by this point, and they made a mental note to wash Battat off when they were done, which would hopefully be before Jongler got home.

Time passed, and they made substantial progress, tuning out their surroundings, only focused on their work and Battat in their mouth. That is, until they heard the door to the apartment being unlocked. The sound of jingling keys cut through the quiet air. The shock of being jolted out of their hyperfocus jarred them, and their mind blanked. 

“Hey Plues, I’m back,” Jongler called, setting down their bag and taking off their coat. “Where are ya?”

Pluey knocked loudly on the desk. Jongler soon walked in through the open bedroom door, smiling and making grabby hands at them. They easily stood and fell into a hug, sighing happily. Jongler pressed a kiss to their forehead.

“Today a no talkin’ day?” they asked, still hugging them loosely. Pluey shrugged, smiling. 

“Fair enough. Have ya seen Batts anywhere? I forgot to grab ‘im dis mornin’ and I missed ‘im,” they asked, extremely sincere as always. 

Oh, they couldn’t lie to that face. They turned their head away, toward the desk, hoping Jongler would pull away to go look and buy them time to clean Battat off.

When they looked back, Jongler seemed puzzled. “…Plues? Whaddya have in yer mouth?”

An embarrassed heat rose to their cheeks. Before they could think how to respond, Jongler spoke up again, “C’mon Plues, open up, I’m not gonna be mad atcha.”

No escape. Barely able to look at their partner, Pluey opened their mouth, showing Battat sitting on their tongue, absolutely covered in saliva.

An immediate blush flared to life across Jongler’s features, and Pluey felt Jongler’s body stiffen against their own. An entire catalogue of emotions flashed through their partner’s eyes. Pluey closed their mouth, looking away. 

A few moments later, Jongler placed a hand on their cheek, gently urging Pluey to face them again. They did so, albeit reluctantly.

“…He’s not damaged?” they asked, still blushing to their ears. Pluey shook their head. They had been careful. 

“C-Can I kiss you’s?” they stuttered out, eyes fixed at a point over their left shoulder.

Pluey blinked. What? Why? They tilted their head in confusion. 

Jongler was starting to pull away, “N-nevermind, sorry, you’s can go back t—” they cut themself off as Pluey placed a hand on their face, briefly caressing it. Their face was hot as Pluey brought them close, pressing a chaste kiss to their lips before pulling away. They tilted their head. Was that good?

Jongler moved a hand to the back of Pluey’s neck, unconsciously fidgeting with their hair. “More? Please?” they asked. Jongler was being unusually shy, Pluey noticed. They wondered what was different. Did something happen at work? Probably not, they’d only started acting strangely when… 

Oh, obviously it was because of Battat. They could’ve kicked themself for how long it took them to figure it out. Well, they could run with this. 

They pulled Jongler in for another soft kiss, letting it linger. They ran a hand up Jongler’s side, and their lips parted with a sigh, allowing the kiss to deepen. It was difficult, kissing without accidentally damaging Battat or choking, but Pluey was up for the challenge.

Jongler broke the kiss before Pluey could enact their plan, carefully moving the both of them to sit on the edge of the bed rather than stand awkwardly in the middle of the room. They were always thoughtful like that, Pluey mused. 

They started kissing again, and as their lips were locked, Pluey carefully pushed Battat out of their own mouth and into Jongler’s. Jongler made a noise at that, something sweet and breathless and altogether unsteady.

They pulled away after a couple seconds, eyes wide and breathing shaky. “Having fun?” Pluey softly murmured, grinning despite how their vocal chords twinged. Jongler let out another sweet noise, probably intending it to just be a sound of agreement. They looked like they wanted to say something, but couldn’t, not with Battat in their mouth. Pluey giggled silently, playing with Jongler’s hair as they waited for their partner to recover enough to kiss them again.

They made out with each other for a while, swapping Battat back and forth, Pluey’s hands wandering over Jongler’s upper body as they got increasingly worked up. Eventually, as Battat was in Pluey’s mouth, Jongler nearly incoherently begged, “Plues, please, can you’s- can I, please, jus’—” they cut themself off with a ragged gasp as Pluey grabbed their wrist. They brought Jongler’s hand to their own crotch, patted the back of their hand gently, and proceeded to bombard them with heated yet featherlight kisses, holding Jongler’s upper half steady as they struggled with their pants.

Honestly, they could personally take or leave the actual sex in their relationship. The fluids were gross and sticky, and they usually never felt much of a drive to do anything more intense than kissing. But they did like seeing their partner like this, blushing gorgeously, their rich voice starting to break around their moans, yet still trying so hard to be chivalrous and put Pluey’s needs before their own. It was cute, really.

Jongler finally freed themself from their confinement, immediately starting to pump the shaft, not wasting any more time on foreplay. Pluey pulled them into another deep kiss, drinking in their shameless noises and warm breaths against their face when they parted for air. They continued passing Battat back and forth between their mouths as they made out with each other, with Pluey making sure to hold Jongler’s head steady to minimize the risk of choking or Battat falling onto the bed or floor. Either one would put a damper on the mood.

Pluey ran their hands over Jongler’s chest and shoulders as they kissed, squeezing and appreciating their muscles and the strength within. Jongler seemed to enjoy it too, with how they twitched under Pluey’s hands. They broke the kiss (Battat in Jongler’s mouth) and shifted their position, moving their head down to kiss at Jongler’s neck, feeling as much as hearing their breathing hitch. They grinned, letting their own warm breath ghost over their partner’s skin, watching as Jongler tried not to squirm away. They kissed their neck a few more times, occasionally licking it and relishing in the whines that followed. 

“Plue— ngh, please, ‘m close,” Jongler slurred around the die in their mouth. Oh, that was golden. They grinned, moving back up and capturing their lips again, briefly biting at their lower lip and thoroughly enjoying the gasp it brought.

They pulled Battat into their own mouth, and Jongler whined, bereft at the loss. Oh, how cute. They kept the kiss relatively short, breaking away after only a few seconds. Jongler blinked at them hazily, lips still parted, breathing shaky as their hand moved at a frantic pace. They made eye contact for a moment. Pluey opened their mouth again, showing off Battat sitting on their tongue, now covered in both partners’ saliva. Apparently, that was enough for Jongler to climax, making a mess on their pants and hand.

Pluey pet them through their orgasm, keeping their mouth open to let Jongler enjoy the view. When their hand eventually slowed and stopped, they collapsed backward onto the bed, visibly out of breath. Pluey took Battat out of their mouth carefully, grabbing a few tissues to wipe off both the die and Jongler. They passed Jongler the majority (they weren’t kidding about their aversion to fluids) and set about cleaning Battat off. He would need to be washed properly soon, but they didn’t know if Jongler wanted to take care of that personally, so they settled for just drying off the saliva. When they were done, Battat was set down in his usual spot, with the four at the top.

Jongler tossed out the messy tissues as Pluey sat back down next to them. “Thanks fer lettin’ me do dat with ya, Plues,” they said warmly, voice still a little shaky from exertion. Pluey gave a thumbs up. Jongler made grabby hands at them, and they let themself be pulled into a cuddle, pressing a kiss to Jongler’s cheek.

They laid there in silence for a few minutes, Jongler playing with Pluey’s hair and petting them. Eventually, Jongler broke the silence. “I’m not upset by any means, but why was Batts in ya mouth?”

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Battat was helping The Sheriff prepare for their meeting with the leader of the newcomers from Pluey’s apartment, Luna. He’d been brought over to their dark world several times before, carefully kept in Jongler’s pocket, and because of that it probably had the most intel of anyone in The Sheriff’s domain. The leaders had already met before, but only briefly, and negotiations for how the other darkners would integrate without a mass petrification or losing their way of life completely were still ongoing. 

It was at times like this that Battat really loved its position as The Sheriff’s right hand man. (Technically his title was Deputy, but he didn’t like using it, felt too cowboy for him.) He got to use his knowledge, his skill, his knack for theorization, all to help not only The Sheriff but the entire dark world. Sure, it was stressful at times, but it was manageable. It’d had so much worse in way less stable positions, this was a breeze by comparison.

He was in the middle of a sentence about one of his theories when it felt itself get picked up in the light world. It was a rare skill for a pippins like him to have, but he’d been with Jongler for so long that he’d not only gained that ability but he barely needed to focus to use it. It was nice a lot of the time, Jongler took good care of their things, but sometimes it was just a horrible distraction. He tried to ignore the feeling of being gently held, mentally praying that they wouldn’t blow on him for luck like they had last week. He’d blushed so fast and hard that it got lightheaded and The Sheriff nearly called a medic before he could think of an excuse and flee the scene.

He kept talking with barely a hitch, and The Sheriff was nodding along like they hadn’t noticed anything, which was good. The last thing it wanted was to distract from what actually mattered with something he really shouldn’t have been able to feel so strongly.

…It did skim over a few details to make sure the most important information was getting communicated first, though. Just to be safe.

It was barely two minutes later that he felt himself being… not exactly rolled, but that was the closest thing it could think of. It paused, focusing briefly on the source of the odd feeling. Apparently, he wasn’t with Jongler this time, which was a slight surprise, usually they carried it around everywhere. No, instead it was Pluey who had picked him up, and now seemed to be gently rolling him between their hands. 

“Everythin’ alright, Deputy?” The Sheriff asked, eyebrow raised. Not that anyone could see it, with their face obscured nearly entirely between their hat and bandanna, but the eyebrow raise was certainly felt. 

“Ah, yes Sheriff, sorry. Something’s happening in the Light World, and I was momentarily distracted. It’s nothing to worry about,” he tried to dismiss. “Now, about the food situation, it will obviously depend on what Luna and her people want to do, but I think we should be able to…” he kept talking, trying to focus on the words he was saying rather than the distractingly gentle feeling of being rolled slowly, a stark contrast to the dizzying rush that it was normally.

That dizzying rush did eventually come, his head spinning on its own as he was properly rolled in the light world, and it somehow felt more intense than usual after dealing with the gentler sensation for so long. He bit back a noise of some kind, it didn’t know what and didn’t want to find out, definitely not in front of The Sheriff.

“You sure you’s alright, cowboy? Yer lookin’ a little green around the gills there, an’ I don’t mean yer wardrobe,” The Sheriff questioned, gesturing to their face. 

Oh that was embarrassing. His face didn’t even feel that warm, was he really blushing hard enough to warrant it being pointed out? It wasn’t even that bad, he could deal with it, and he certainly didn’t need medical attention. “I’m fine, Sheriff. I’ll let you know if I need to leave, I can assure you.” Its voice was flatter than it intended, but that was fine. 

They shrugged. “Suit yerself. Now, what wazzat about some etiquette thing?”

Battat gave a brief rundown, noting it was nearing the time for the meeting and not wanting to accidentally make The Sheriff late. Who knows what disaster that might cause. He felt itself getting poked at and pushed around in the light world, but stayed on topic and didn’t let itself get distracted again. He could deal with that later.

It was a good thing it kept it brief, too, because just as The Sheriff left their office to head for the meeting place (somewhere in Luna’s camp, if Battat remembered correctly) he felt himself getting picked up again, and a gentle breath ghosted over his whole body in the light world. A shiver ran down its spine, and his face went hot. He thanked his lucky stars The Sheriff had already left and started to make its way to its house. 

It didn’t even make it out of the building before it felt a warmth press against one of his faces. It was more than a lightner’s warm breath, it was too physical for that, and so much stronger of a sensation. That was a kiss. It didn’t know how it knew, because its brain had practically shorted out entirely, but he knew in every fiber of his being that it was a kiss.

Jongler had kissed him before, a couple times, but that was before he’d properly gotten a handle on his light world sense. It couldn’t believe how much stronger the feeling was now. Its face was burning. He belatedly realized he’d stopped dead in the middle of the hallway, forcing itself to continue walking.

He made it a few steps as the feeling faded, and he risked a peek at the light world just in time to see himself getting put in Pluey’s mouth. A wet heat enveloped its entire body, and a hand flew to his mouth to stop whatever embarrassing noise was about to come out. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, ran on loop in his mind as he ducked into a storage closet, barely managing to get the lights and shut the door as his legs went weak. 

His mind replayed the visual, Pluey’s mouth open wide, tongue slightly out, their saliva glistening in the light, their teeth visible in a slight smile, why the fuck was that so hot?!?

He leaned against the wall, breathing hard, hand still over his mouth. He couldn’t get a visual in the light world if it wanted to, it instead focused on the pure sensation of… being in Pluey’s mouth. God, this was so surreal. Pluey’s tongue flexed under him, and his breathing hitched, eyes slamming shut reflexively. He sank to the ground, thankful the floor seemed to be clean.

It sat there trying and failing to adjust to the feeling for several minutes, the hand that wasn’t muffling himself fisted in his poncho in a poor attempt at grounding. Then Pluey’s tongue started moving properly, and the gentle rolling feeling from earlier picked back up, and Battat felt like it was drowning in sensation. Its hand fell away from his face as it gasped for air. Pluey didn’t even know what they were doing to him, they couldn’t possibly, but fuck, it had never gotten so hard so fast in his entire life. He shouldn’t be doing this here, there was no lock on the door, anyone could walk in at any moment, but he definitely wouldn’t be able to make it to his house, not like this.

The gentle rolling sensation and movements of Pluey’s tongue continued. He felt lightheaded, he felt dizzy, he felt so good and it hadn’t even touched itself. Part of it wondered if it even needed to, really, if he could just let his lightners take care of him. The heat pooling low in his stomach pulsed at that thought. It swore quietly, fisting his hands in his poncho again, feeling its tentacle dick twitching in his boxers. It could be good for them, it could let them take care of him, at least for now. He bit back a moan, the sound instead escaping as a thin, needy whine. Oh, that was much more embarrassing, but at least it was quieter?

That restraint disappeared the first time he clinked against one of Pluey’s teeth. The feeling sent a shockwave through his whole system, and its head spun as a sound between a moan and a yelp was ripped from it. It was thrilling, god what a rush, he could barely think! Again, again, please, again! he internally begged. They couldn’t hear him, of course they couldn’t, but his wish was granted anyway. He keened as his head spun again at the shock. 

(The part of it that was still lucid prayed nobody was walking nearby, it knew firsthand how thin the walls were and how easy it was to overhear things he never wanted to hear again. The rest of his mind was full of fireworks and pure sensation, and had no intention of attempting to calm down enough to stay silent, not when Pluey’s tongue was doing that.)

The rotation slowed slightly, and he stopped clicking against Pluey’s teeth, but he didn’t get a chance to breathe. Their tongue moved against his faces, sending shivers up his spine. They laved their tongue over his pips and he squirmed where he sat, whining for more or less, he didn’t know which. Pluey continued regardless of his reactions, paying thorough attention to each individual divot in his plastic, he was unbearably hard. It felt like a giant’s tongue was running over his entire torso, paying special attention to anywhere that was even slightly sensitive, coating him in their saliva (which only added to the nonstop sensation). It was overwhelming in the best way. 

He yanked his poncho off, shoving it under him as a makeshift cushion, desperately wrestling with his jeans to get them and his boxers off of him as fast as possible. It stopped when they were at its knees, good enough. Pluey was alternating between the rolling and running their tongue over its pips, leaving him gasping. The sensation felt neverending, it was heavenly, he was so close, please, please, please—

They stopped moving, and Battat let out an uncontrolled pitiful whine as his orgasm fell out of reach, claws digging into his poncho under him. He tuned in slightly more to the light world, trying to figure out why in the goddamn fuck Pluey had stopped.

It heard a muffled knock, and a few seconds later felt movement. Then Jongler’s voice, also muffled, he could barely make out what they were saying over how wet Pluey’s mouth sounded. More movement, more of Jongler’s voice. It was so focused on the light world, trying to make out words, that its dark world body seemed far away, still very aroused but now more muted. He felt Pluey’s mouth heating slightly around him, was that them blushing? Oh, it wished it could see that. 

Light pierced into their mouth and Battat winced in the dark world. When his eyes adjusted it was greeted by a view of Jongler’s crimson face, Pluey’s teeth framing them beautifully, and Battat felt a pulse of need through his whole body. It could barely think to question why any of this was happening anymore, it just didn’t want this to end. Pluey closed their mouth again, but Battat would keep that image forever if he had any say in the matter.

There was some more talking and movement, and then something happened that Battat couldn’t hope to interpret in the moment and there was another tongue darting into Pluey’s mouth. After a few seconds, he realized it was Jongler’s. Holy shit, that was Jongler’s tongue, they were kissing, they were making out with it still in Pluey’s mouth, what the fuck. It couldn’t help but moan, hand futilely covering his mouth to try and muffle itself.

Part of him slammed back into its dark world body, probably in self-defense. He was nearly painfully hard, almost dripping with slick. It couldn’t resist anymore, as hot as it was to think about its lightners taking care of him completely, he needed to touch himself. There was a brief pause in the action in the light world, and Battat took the opportunity to remove his boots, as well as to finish taking off his jeans and boxers.

Cautiously, he traced down its length, fortunately not so sensitive that it was already bordering on overstimulation like it had feared. His tentacle dick squirmed in his hand. It didn’t even need lube. It began stroking more confidently, though staying slow as he had no clue how long its lightners would go for and he was already struggling to keep his composure. 

Just as he was wondering about the cause of that brief pause, his lightners went back to making out, and he felt Pluey’s tongue push him into Jongler’s mouth (?!?!). He felt electric, he couldn’t possibly be still, his head spun, it was intense, oh god please keep going. Jongler moaned and he felt the vibrations through his whole body. 

The kiss didn’t last too long, Jongler pulling away first. Their mouth was larger than Pluey’s, warmer, and they were holding it so much more carefully, not trying to do anything other than keep it safe. Pluey must have said something, because Jongler whined, breath unsteady. The sound reverberated through him dizzyingly.

Battat barely got a few seconds to breathe before they were kissing again, with him in the middle. He lost himself to the rhythm of kissing, its lightners tongues gently licking him or pulsing under and around him, before it would be pushed from one mouth to another, often spinning its head in the process, clicking against teeth, feeling his lightners’ moans through his whole body. Every nerve in its body was alight. The occasional breaks only served to keep it guessing, to let heated, unsteady breaths ghost around him.

After what felt like an hour of near-ecstasy, during one of the “breaks,” Jongler spoke with Battat in their mouth, their deep voice echoing through both its forms, “Plue— ngh, please, ‘m close.” The words themselves were slurred, but only because they were being spoken around Battat. It nearly came then and there, especially with Pluey kissing them immediately after, pulling him into their own mouth, how in the hell could someone be that good with their tongue?!

And then Pluey broke the kiss, with Battat in their mouth, paused for dramatic effect, and opened their mouth. Battat saw Jongler looking directly at him, hand moving at light speed, visibly close, pupils dilated, watching them sitting in Pluey’s mouth. It felt like lightning struck him with how intense Jongler’s gaze was. And then Jongler climaxed, still looking at it, and Pluey kept their mouth open so Battat could watch the whole thing, and he finally came with a sob, feeling so much emotionally and physically that it couldn’t even begin to think, mind exploding into fireworks as he shook apart, head spinning.

When it became aware of itself again, Pluey was wiping its light world form clean of saliva with a tissue. Thankfully none of that wetness transferred to the dark world, he would have hated to experience the sensory nightmare of all its clothes getting soaked like that. He grabbed a convenient roll of paper towels, cleaning up its mess in the dark world, making sure it didn’t accidentally stain its poncho. That would be a hell of a thing to explain. 

It felt itself be set down lovingly back into his usual spot, and part of him relaxed. They likely wouldn’t start messing with him for a while, enough time to get to his actual house at least. He tuned out the light world enough to not be distracted on his way back, putting its clothes back on even with unsteady legs. Right, time to act natural and get home as quickly as possible, he thought as he exited the closet. Hopefully nobody heard him.