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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      Homestuck, MS_Paint_Adventures
  Character:
      Tavros_Nitram
  Additional Tags:
      needy, Lube, Dildos, Masturbation, Toys, NSFW, Open_Ending
  Series:
      Part 7 of FILLS_n_REQUESTS
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-09-17 Words: 1297
****** Taking Matters in Hand ******
by Momma
Summary
     After agonizing, working himself up, and then having his needs
     hanging for months on end without even platitudes from some imaginary
     lover, he was cross-eyed, jelly-kneed, leg-humping desperate.
Notes
     Tavros needs to get fucked. Badly. He's so desperate for it he can
     hardly see straight. He's too timid to ask anyone to assist him, so
     he's gotta take matters into his own hands.
     Tavros, ass-play/fingering/dildo
      
     AND, for general purposes, I tend to like have alien anatomy (nook,
     bulge). Tav will still, but he is a kinky bastard. All the quiet ones
     are...shhhh
     Another ancient Fill. Yay?
     Where do all these come from? (And, mwuahahahahahaaa, I am evil)
See the end of the work for more notes
Maybe it was because he was starting his general puberty thing, maybe it was
seeing so many of his compatriots (Human and non) half naked mostly too often,
or maybe he was just like any other almost seven sweeps troll, but whatever it
was, he had to deal with it. Like, right now. And, being coward/fearsomely shy/
painfully inarticulate, he had little recourse, even to himself. Which, he
might state, was something that didn't happen often if at all.
 
Sighing shyly as he looked at his confiscated item (something that was closer
to human in shape than troll, but he was more than desperate) he grabbed the
sparkly bottle that he used often enough for benign reasons, usually involving
when he got hurt, and squirted the lubricant out and onto his fingers.
 
Lying back, legs spread wide and reclined on a mound of pillows, he sighed as
his fingers ghosted over his nook, ignoring it and the aching emptyness that he
was going to have to deal with soon, and down to his waste chute. While kinky
enough to bring a blush to even Gamzee's face (oh, gog, Gamzee doing this,
FFFFFFFFFFFFFF), Tavros had come to the conclusion about three human months ago
that he was okay with this as long as he was able to get something out of a
sexual encounter that did not involve blood, buckets, pails, or Vriska Serket.
That he had never really had sex (quick fumbles on someone unwilling does not a
sexing make) and was getting to that age, he wanted something that would
probably and even hopefully melt his think pan. That, however would involve
someone else. As horrifically shy as he was, that was possibly never going to
happen. After agonizing, working himself up, and then having his needs hanging
for months on end without even platitudes from some imaginary lover, he was
cross-eyed, jelly-kneed, leg-humping desperate.
 
Sighing as his thoughts were less than stellar for his current activities, and
despite his current stiff reprimand, he decided to go slow, finger circling
gently because talons were scary no matter who weilded them and oh gog, that
actually felt really good. Pushing against the stiff muscle, he was able to get
in the first knuckle of his finger, shivering at the warming jelly that coated
said finger. While his self-warming lubricant worked on painful injuries, it
was proving to work so well for this and was even making him shiver as the
coolor atmosphere hit on the slippery substance that he was more than happy to
apply to...well, that area. Soon, he was working in further, to the second and
even thrid knuckle, a soft sigh escaping at the sensation of not-enough-too-
much that probably should have been too weird. Currently, running off of what
he had gotten from Rose's weird wizard slash and the decidedly frou-frou Yaoi
magazines and manga she had on her not-so-hidden mobile-memory-recorder-USB-
port, this was okay and he should probably step it up to two if he was going to
stretched enough and wow what a crazy thought that was...
 
His breath caught when his second finger popped inside, trembling as the
feeling of full returned bordering on pain but currently felt really, really
good. He felt his chest vibrate with a whine as he pushed in more - tight and
almost painful but so good so good and not enough what was he thinking taking
it slow of all things - and without waiting stretching his fingers, spreading
the two digits wide. Tavros noted, in a distant kind of way, that he was
starting to pant and that his nook was hollow and clenching and needy and that
his bulge was emerging from the bone and oh, fuck fuck fuck, so vulgar but
nothing else could describe his thoughts as he cried out and moaned on his own
two fingers in his waste chute.
 
Pulling his shaking hand from his body, chirping in distress of removing his
fingers, he slathered some more of his personal lubricant on his hand and then
one of three toys sitting beside him, all shiny clean and sterilized. The
first, made of glass and fairly long but not too wide, was picked up - and
almost dropped it when his too slick fingers tried to grasp the ribbed end -
and slathered accordingly before he tilted his hips higher up and smoothly
inserted the object up to his hand. Oh fuck that was not him making those
wanton noises, it was not, and oh yes yes yes yes each stoke too mcuh all at
once as it pulled and jerked inside in time with his hands because one was way
too slick and the other was keeping his newest and now most favored toy in a
place he so desperately wanted it to be. But it still was not enough.
 
Picking up the second toy, this one stone or marble or whatever, smooth too,
but much heavier and not nearly as long but wider with a flattened base that
was wider than the shaft, and teased his seedflap enough that he felt
lightheaded with one hand pistoning the glass, the other the stone, and nothing
was on his bulge, not even a hand, but that was more than fine, really.
 
Deciding that the glass was just not enough, he dropped it, the thud on his
pile of soft plushes not all that noticeable as he reached for what Strider (oh
gog, what he walked in and saw *frantic sexy sounds*) called the pièce de
résistance for this little endevor of getting off and grabbed almost
frantically for the human latex creation called a dildo. Soft blue-violet,
longer than he figured was possible to insert and wider than the glass rod by
quite a bit, he probaly shouldhave been intimidated. Currently, with one hand
slicking the thing up, he didn't care.
 
Positioning it, Tavros took a breath before slowly inserting it completely,
groaning at the fullness then whimpering and moaning at the very life-like feel
as each vein and bump stroked him in a most sensitive way. He nearly arched off
his amassed squishiness if not for the furrowed hole he was currently ensconced
in from all his previous squirming and moving. Then he twisted it, as he's seen
done in stories, only to turn it on. The vibrating functions were more than
enough to have him jerking and crying out and he was sure anyone passing would
know what was going on and did he even think to lock his door-
 
The dildo went much farther than he had anticipated at his sudden move,
smoothly sliding up against all kinds of interesting spots that had him seeing
spots when it was pushed into the pile and was that sound really coming out of
him? Glad, so glad, for the faux shameglobes and wide base that housed the
apparently electronic vibration function dial, he grabbed his bulge, marble toy
discarded for his other hand to grind into the weeping opening as he fisted
himself over and over as he thrust himself down on the human dildo. He cried
and mewed as he imagined Dave or Gamzee or Equius or someonebeing the cause of
this overstimulation that was so close so close to being over as he started to
overload on pleasure receptors not unlike a fuse being blown after a lightning
strike.
 
"Tavros?"
 
The shocked expletive of his name from the door was too much for him to handle,
being caught out being so nasty and kinky and ohgogfuckdamnyesyesyesyes...
 
Coming off his high, cheeks pure chocolate and breathing far too labored, he
looked up, suddenly realizing the why and how he had gotten that final push.
 
He met their eyes. "Uh....um, I, uh, c-ccccan um, I can ex-explain?"
End Notes
     I get enough requests to add on, I might (of either the audiences
     choosing if you want or of my preferences which are not so discretely
     listed, or I could do a dog-pile type of situation which sounds
     fantastic).
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