Grace is finally able to feel Rocky's carapace without a barrier in the way! Granted, it's not actually Rocky, and it's missing all of the Eridian warmth, and it's a detached piece of his exoskeleton, but Grace can feel the texture. It's the next best thing. After Rocky leaves the dome to tend to business, Grace spends some more time admiring the piece of rock. He turns it over in his hands, rubs his fingers all over it, maybe even presses the tip of his tongue to it (it's not weird! It's what geologists do!). It's rough in a consistent way on the inside, and textured with big bumps on the outside. Grace couldn't possibly break a little piece of it off by himself, it's so solid. The chunk Rocky gave him is slightly curved, very hefty, and Grave can't stop running his fingers over it, pressing into every groove, feeling every bump of rock and mineral, imagining what it would be like to really touch Rocky. If he closes his eyes he can imagine better. Can imagine Rocky's heat, can imagine a sort of equilibrium where Rocky is still warm but not burning, where Grace can touch and feel and drink in Rocky's response to his fingertips. He's stirring in his pants, and he should feel all kinds of guilty about the things he wants to do to Rocky's carapace. He's been healthy enough now for long enough that the dome isn't under constant surveillance anymore, and he's been healthy enough for his meagre libido to make itself known again. So he wrestles one hand into his trousers and pulls them down, frees his cock, and presses it against the piece of Rocky before he can think about it and change his mind. He rubs his sensitive flushed skin against the bumpy texture on the outside, getting harder quicker than he thinks he's ever before, and breathes out shakily at the already too-rough sensation. He jerks his hips and his dick catches on the edge of the piece before slipping underneath it, concave shape of the underside halfway-hugging his hard length, a whimper escaping the back of his throat. The underside is rough too, and the slide is extremely dry, but it's the mental part that does it for him. The slide against the even texture of the inside of Rocky, the image of being able to fuck inside of Rocky, to get physically under his skin, feel parts of him with parts of himself that no-one ever has before, get as close as possible, become one. His dick is starting to hurt as he keeps bucking his hips, rough texture consistent and overstimulating on his shaft, the sensitive head, the thought of fucking into Rocky to the point of injury, lust and desire clouding his head to the point that injury wouldn't even matter anymore, would be more than worth it to feel carapace and mercury and sodium silicate and vibrations and twitching and words and chords and- Grace comes with a shudder and pin-prick pain in cock as he's pressed against his own personal piece of Rocky to keep, and has to immediately sit down once the aftershocks subside. It's the most intense orgasm he's ever had, and if he had had his eyes open he was sure he'd have blacked out for a second there. He heaves heavily and turns the piece of carapace over, realising he has to figure out some way to thoroughly clean it before Rocky visits him again. Fudge.
2087
prguitarman
kianamaiart
