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You laid on the sofa with him resting in your lap and arms resting on your knees. It had taken some coaxing and careful arrangement with his horns, but found comfort with his back against your chest and your arms around him. It had been about a week since you got him to try alcohol for the first time which ended with the two of you hooking up and he was still as skittish as before, but could at least be convinced to actually touch you. Neither of you had brought up anything about what type of relationship might happen between you, but you were comfortable to keep things as they were.
There was a lot about him you still didn't know, and he could be surprisingly evasive when he wanted to. He never asked you anything come to think about it, so what did you know about each other?
“Is Psionic actually your name?” you blurted out, glancing at him from behind your shades without turning. He craned his neck, shifting in your lap to look up at you.
“What?” he frowned a little and you suddenly weren't sure if that was a landmine with him or if you had just confused him. You didn't even know enough about him to know what not to ask.
“Just wondering.” you muttered, pretending to be focused on the movie. He stared at you for longer than you would have liked before shifting back to watch the movie.
Maybe he just didn't like you any further than occasional sex? Was he just humoring you by sticking around? Were the differences between dating a troll and a human really that great? He pulled you out of your thoughts when he rested his hands over one of yours, curling his slender fingers around yours and tickling your palm.
He did seem strange to you sometimes, even stranger than the other trolls that you'd met. He was always wearing clothing that covered an absurd amount of skin no matter the temperature, long sleeves and pants, even going so far as to cover his neck with turtlenecks or scarves. He was skittish when you wanted to touch him, when you were just wanting to be comfortable with him, and was always unsure and needed coaxing to initiate any sort of physical touch.
He dragged your hand up his chest and his lips brushed your knuckles. He seemed fully engaged in the television, breath soft and damp against your skin while he watched a particularly riveting scene. You slipped your other arm down around his waist, flattening your palm against his belly and pushing his shirt up until a sliver of gray skin was revealed. He didn't react, not paying attention to what you were doing.
You had tried to get some information out of Dave about trolls, since he had spent a lot more time around them than you, but you couldn't without him getting too suspicious about the nature of your relationship. You couldn't ask Psi about troll romance without committing to anything. You still weren't even sure how compatible trolls and humans would be in the long run.
You idly touched the exposed gray skin around his middle, tracing shapes into his skin while his shirt rode up. You traced over where he would have had a belly button but his skin remained smooth an perfect.
Your anatomy was less similar than you would have imagined before you had seen him naked. After you spoke with Dave he had pointed out that they were not mammals, they hatched from eggs, and it made more sense to you. No hair anywhere but his head, no belly buttons or nipples, and their language; it was all more foreign to you than just cultural differences.
He still hadn't acknowledged your hand under his shirt, but unconsciously stroked your palm with his thumb. You pushed your luck, tracing the hem of his pants and inhaling the scent of his hair before pulling at the button.
You were either going to have to ask him about what he wanted with you, or find another one of the trolls to interrogate. He was nearly as hard to read as you were, just so intensely introverted.
“What are you doing?” he asked, not upset, just curious.
“I can stop if you want.” you spoke into his neck before delivering a kiss just above where the high collar of his shirt cut off. You had undone his pants and were teasing under his briefs with your fingers caressing his bone bulge, trying to see if you could get it to come out.
“Uh...” he breathed out, eyes following the movements of your hand while he moved one of his hands to rest on your knee.
“I don't think this is the place.” he murmured quietly, craning his neck so he could look up at you.
“Why not? Nobody else is home.” you leaned forward and kissed his cheek, unable to reach his lips, and slipped your hand deeper until your fingers touched the edges of his nook and circled it. Your palm rested over his bone bulge and you could feel the heat underneath while he pulled his bottom lip between his sharp teeth.
You imagined that you would like him just as much under the label of 'boyfriend'. You could take him out on a date somewhere, maybe show him some human sights and end up with some ironic photos of the two of you. He couldn't know any more about human culture than you did about trolls, you had never seen him outside of this building. It wouldn't surprise you terribly if you found out he was a recluse.
“Dirk...” he sighed your name and his hands curled around the denim of your knees, clinging like he had nothing to hold on to. His eyes were closed, leaving the only light in the room from the television, while he rocked his hips into your hand. You slipped a second finger into his nook and earned a delicious purring moan that vibrated through his chest.
His bulge curled loosely around your wrist and you could feel it pulse and squeeze when you curled your fingers just right inside of him. He gasped out something in Alternian with a series of trills, his grip loosening on your knees before tightening again when you pressed your fingers into him as far as they would go. He moaned your name like a prayer between chirping out what you could only assume were Alterinian swears.
Even if you could never speak Alternian it might have been nice to learn it. At first it sounded like nothing to you, but after feeling the way those clicks and purrs vibrated through him it seemed so much more exotic instead of alien. It couldn't be that hard to learn just a few words.
“Fuck, Dirk!” he cried out, loud enough to bring you back to your senses. You flattened a palm against his chest and felt how fast his heart was pounding beneath those fragile ribs, his chest rising and falling as he sucked in air and pushed out desperate needy noises. He whimpered your name one last time when you buried three fingers into him and his black lips parted with a harsh gasp. Yellow fluid gushed against your palm and his bulge squeezed your wrist so hard your finger tips tingled while he rode out his finish, breath coming in short gasps.
You kissed his neck and nosed through his sweaty locks while he caught his breath and slowly loosened his grip on your knees, feeling his heart rate slowly calm with the hand planted on his chest. You pulled your hand from the sticky mess inside his pants and rested your hand on his thigh while his genetic material slowly soaked through his pants.
“Holy shit.” he muttered after a few minutes, bringing a clammy hand to rest over yours on his chest. He shifted a little but stopped with a disgusted grimace when he realized precisely how soiled his pants were. You couldn't put a lid on it before you laughed and sat up, keeping your arm locked around his chest. He craned his neck to give you an annoyed sort of look, but ended up with what you thought was an eye roll.
“Come on, lets get cleaned up before the kids show up and we scar them.”