And I'm giving in to your fever touch

[chumpelstiltskin]

You'd think for the amounts of money changing hands here, they'd spend a little more of the budget on the building. It's shady business, but they didn't have to take it this literally. It's fucking dingy here, and Dave feels dirtier every second he waits here.

And of course it's taking forever. The trolls they keep trotting out in front of him all look the same. All as close to conventional attractiveness as you can get and they don't match what he's looking for. Confusing, because he's sourcing new models for a live-streamed porn business. Maybe it's a risky move, but every porn business has trolls on hand doing the same shit everyone else does. He wants something different. He's firm.

So he's waiting while they inevitably panic and rustle up some mishmash of sad assholes. The door finally opens and the handler and three trolls walk in. Blindfolded and blushing various shades from the drugs in their system. It's just a small taste of what they can offer when you get them in the right state. Dave circles them, dismissing one immediately.

He's quickly taken in by a lanky looking one with double horns, when it's clear he's taken an interest the handler mutters something about it being a particular feature of his and that it's not limited to his horns. Dave dips a hand down, pulling his pants forward enough to look down them.

"Cool." He sounds almost childishly amused by it.

"Yeah, get this one ready."

They're all removed from the room and now there's more waiting, but now Dave is entertained by the idea of what happens next. They wave him through and Sollux is waiting for him- or someone. He's a little out of it and he's still blindfolded. He has some weird cuffs on him and when Dave asks, he finds out he has some kooky powers. He's not concerned, he doesn't think he particularly needs his hands free for Dave to test him out.

What matters is he's naked and the twin dicks are wiggling enticingly. Conscious that he's here for business and not leisure, Dave wastes very little time reaching in and tracing his finger over one of them curiously. He chuckles as it shies away and then curls around his fingers, he bites his bottom lip and watches for a moment before speaking.

"Cute." He pulls his hand back, giving Sollux's shoulder a nudge with it. "Bend over."

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[onthelii2p]

It's a set of weird-ass circumstances that has Sollux here in this position. You don't go looking to flee the home planet and escape the life of a self-conscious spaceship battery with the intent of becoming some rich fucker's sex slave—he sure as hell didn't, at least—but one thing led to another, and also humans are kind of stupid. They do know he's psionic; that one didn't take long to figure out. But using him for this? And that's not even getting to the time he did as a glorified boy-maid for some fancy bullshit hotel. (Hotel, he has long since learned, is the human word for itinerant hivestem.)

Apparently some douchebag thought they could fetch a real pretty caegar penny for a psionic of his caliber in the porn industry. Go figure. Maybe it was the double bulges, maybe it was the visual brought by his vision twofold, or maybe it was simple novelty. Not everybody can afford to buy a would-be helmsman just for pailing, right?

But really, in the here and now, the reason doesn't matter so much as the position itself. Loaded up with concupiscent pheromones and just enough of a sedative to leave him lax and compliant, Sollux can barely even think as the handler leads him out and shows him off to this prospective buyer, even when he gets a little too personal with the inspection. Yeah, his bulges are out, and they aren't looking to retract anytime soon.

It's actually, humiliatingly, kind of a relief when this asshole picks him for a test drive. His nook's been dripping for too long, and once the handler's stripped him he doesn't even have the inside of his pants for his bulges to grind against, and maybe this can all be fucking over if what's-his-chute likes the experience. It'll be easier to think then, for one thing.

It's honestly a little bit a blur between the here and there, but his consciousness zeroes right in when Dave gets to teasing a bulge. His breath catches in his throat. Bend over? Okay, yeah, he can do that.

It's not the most comfortable, and it's not the most dignified, but Sollux awkwardly sinks down onto his knees and braces himself with his forearms. His ass is left exposed, his knees already invitingly set apart. Yellow-tinged pre-material glimmers slickly on his thighs and the lips of his nook, while his twin bulges curl against each other.