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Hmm? Oh... I guess I like roses as much as anyone else does. I also think tulips are nice though... I read somewhere once that they're the kind you can give someone when you want to compliment their eyes.
[... Yeah, that's it, that's literally the only reason he likes them aside from how they look.]
[... Yeah, that's it, that's literally the only reason he likes them aside from how they look.]
[really fucking gay there, grimm]
Who, me? [At that, he laughs for some reason.] No way, my eyes are not complimentary--if anyone should be getting bouquets of tulips, I'd think it should be you, given how much more interesting your eyes are by comparison.
Who, me? [At that, he laughs for some reason.] No way, my eyes are not complimentary--if anyone should be getting bouquets of tulips, I'd think it should be you, given how much more interesting your eyes are by comparison.
[For a moment, Danny actually frowns because as much as he appreciates Grimm's consideration for him, it's starting to become just a tad irritating. Too pitying, which, is fair given his crying earlier, but he'd like to prove that he is capable here. So what if it's not a human dick, he can handle it. He can at least do this much in return.
So with conviction, he sits up fully now, reaching his hands down to touch Grimm's aedeagus. It's been a while since he last touched it after all so for a moment he's reacquainting himself with the feel of it in his hands to better prepare himself for putting his mouth on it.
When he does seem to be ready, he first starts with pressing his lips against the tip here, tries to copy something similar to the way he had kissed Grimm's tentacle hands during that one Iris cycle before he'll open his mouth and try pressing his tongue against it, licking the underside. Thanks to that absurdly long tongue, he doesn't have much difficulty in covering quite the amount of Grimm's dick with it...]
So with conviction, he sits up fully now, reaching his hands down to touch Grimm's aedeagus. It's been a while since he last touched it after all so for a moment he's reacquainting himself with the feel of it in his hands to better prepare himself for putting his mouth on it.
When he does seem to be ready, he first starts with pressing his lips against the tip here, tries to copy something similar to the way he had kissed Grimm's tentacle hands during that one Iris cycle before he'll open his mouth and try pressing his tongue against it, licking the underside. Thanks to that absurdly long tongue, he doesn't have much difficulty in covering quite the amount of Grimm's dick with it...]
[Grimm doesn't mean to be pitying, he's just the type to Fuss. Sorry Danny.
At least he has no doubt whatsoever in Danny's capability when he feels that tongue against him. He has no concept that Danny's longue tongue is weird, he just knows that it feels absurdly good.
He tangles his hand in Danny's hair, tugging lightly on it without meaning to.]
Oh, that's good...
[His voice may give out entirely soon.]
At least he has no doubt whatsoever in Danny's capability when he feels that tongue against him. He has no concept that Danny's longue tongue is weird, he just knows that it feels absurdly good.
He tangles his hand in Danny's hair, tugging lightly on it without meaning to.]
Oh, that's good...
[His voice may give out entirely soon.]
[Finally, a reason for me to have these icons.
The hand in his hair encourages Danny to try harder here, putting his lips around the head proper as he presses his tongue as firmly as he can against the slip before he'll try to see how much he can take here.
Unlike Grimm, he does have a gag reflex, so he goes about this slowly to make sure he doesn't choke himself. You don't mind, right Grimm?]
The hand in his hair encourages Danny to try harder here, putting his lips around the head proper as he presses his tongue as firmly as he can against the slip before he'll try to see how much he can take here.
Unlike Grimm, he does have a gag reflex, so he goes about this slowly to make sure he doesn't choke himself. You don't mind, right Grimm?]
[Danny's smile is more awkward than genuine at that as he speaks.]
My one working eye, sure, but the other... not so much. It's been nothing but a burden to have.
[There's a pause as he finds himself looking up at the ceiling for a moment, before he says--]
Did I ever tell you? Why I have this eye to begin with?
My one working eye, sure, but the other... not so much. It's been nothing but a burden to have.
[There's a pause as he finds himself looking up at the ceiling for a moment, before he says--]
Did I ever tell you? Why I have this eye to begin with?
[No, he doesn't mind at all. Grimm's control is very good, so his hips don't jerk up into that wonderful warmth, tempting as it is.]
Danny... hh...
[Grimm's raspy voice breaks there, reducing him to nothing but panting as he strokes Danny's hair back. His eyes are open and watching him through a hazy gaze.]
Danny... hh...
[Grimm's raspy voice breaks there, reducing him to nothing but panting as he strokes Danny's hair back. His eyes are open and watching him through a hazy gaze.]
[Thank you for being so considerate, Grimm.
At some point, Danny does lift his gaze from his task to Grimm's face, and once he does, he can't help but maintain eye-contact as he attempts to lick and suck as much as he can, gauging what inspires the best reactions based on what he can read from Grimm's eyes here.
He hasn't actually decided yet if he would swallow if Grimm does end up cumming here soon, but we can worry about that bridge when we get there depending on, uh... what his jizz tastes like in comparison to human semen.]
At some point, Danny does lift his gaze from his task to Grimm's face, and once he does, he can't help but maintain eye-contact as he attempts to lick and suck as much as he can, gauging what inspires the best reactions based on what he can read from Grimm's eyes here.
He hasn't actually decided yet if he would swallow if Grimm does end up cumming here soon, but we can worry about that bridge when we get there depending on, uh... what his jizz tastes like in comparison to human semen.]
Ah, I see.
[Danny considers for a moment, before he decides he doesn't really have much left to lose at this point as he brings his right hand up to his right eye.]
Well, the truth is that I've always only had one working eye, ever since the day I was born. For whatever reason, my right one here just never developed. As a result, I've never known what it's like to be able to see with two eyes, and have had to hide my empty right eye with glass, or with an eye-patch when I was a kid and couldn't really afford any glass ones to use.
[There's more to it from here, but he'll start there and see what Grimm does with this information before he continues.]
[Danny considers for a moment, before he decides he doesn't really have much left to lose at this point as he brings his right hand up to his right eye.]
Well, the truth is that I've always only had one working eye, ever since the day I was born. For whatever reason, my right one here just never developed. As a result, I've never known what it's like to be able to see with two eyes, and have had to hide my empty right eye with glass, or with an eye-patch when I was a kid and couldn't really afford any glass ones to use.
[There's more to it from here, but he'll start there and see what Grimm does with this information before he continues.]
[There are things I can research and things that I cannot and 'what does bug jizz taste like' is firmly in the latter category. I have my pride still.
Grimm's eyes, strange as they are, are easy to read, especially when accompanied by a hitch of breath whenever Danny does something particularly nice. His hand tightens and untightens in Danny's hair, and he keeps his eyes open to meet Danny's gaze.
It'll be hard to warn him with his voice gone. Hm. That's another thing they can worry about in a couple minutes.]
Grimm's eyes, strange as they are, are easy to read, especially when accompanied by a hitch of breath whenever Danny does something particularly nice. His hand tightens and untightens in Danny's hair, and he keeps his eyes open to meet Danny's gaze.
It'll be hard to warn him with his voice gone. Hm. That's another thing they can worry about in a couple minutes.]
[I'm not sure if I would be fascinated or concerned if you actually knew that information somehow.
At some point, Danny suddenly pulls back momentarily to speak, voice rougher than normal.]
You can... you can be rougher if you want. With my hair.
[Spoilers: he kind of likes having his hair pulled on hard here.]
At some point, Danny suddenly pulls back momentarily to speak, voice rougher than normal.]
You can... you can be rougher if you want. With my hair.
[Spoilers: he kind of likes having his hair pulled on hard here.]
Ha, of course. That, and having had a normal way of being treated growing up, depending on who you ask.
[Because he is certain that life would not have been as cruel, if he had not been born with this mistake.]
Back then... most people didn't take kindly to it. Other children would frequently beat me up when I went outside, or the neighbors would loudly gossip about how my mother shouldn't have given birth to me, if I was going to be an existence that embarrassed them like this. Even my father used to tell me that no one would want me around in comparison to other people, because my lack of an eye made me less useful than those with two eyes.
[An old memory comes to mind, remembering his initial excitement as a child thinking that he could use this chance to help other people with eye problems if he became an opthamologist... before his father shut it down by saying no one would hire a doctor with only one eye for that, sparking another fight between him and his mother.]
The only person who treated me kindly was my mother... but even then, she was very unhappy with it, constantly fighting with my father and other neighbors for their treatment of me, and being seen as a pariah by those blaming her as if it was somehow her fault as well that I was born with only one eye.
[Because he is certain that life would not have been as cruel, if he had not been born with this mistake.]
Back then... most people didn't take kindly to it. Other children would frequently beat me up when I went outside, or the neighbors would loudly gossip about how my mother shouldn't have given birth to me, if I was going to be an existence that embarrassed them like this. Even my father used to tell me that no one would want me around in comparison to other people, because my lack of an eye made me less useful than those with two eyes.
[An old memory comes to mind, remembering his initial excitement as a child thinking that he could use this chance to help other people with eye problems if he became an opthamologist... before his father shut it down by saying no one would hire a doctor with only one eye for that, sparking another fight between him and his mother.]
The only person who treated me kindly was my mother... but even then, she was very unhappy with it, constantly fighting with my father and other neighbors for their treatment of me, and being seen as a pariah by those blaming her as if it was somehow her fault as well that I was born with only one eye.
People are cruel. Particularly children. But your father saying such is inexcusable.
[As a parent, Grimm takes particular offense to parents who should love and support their children treating them like so much trash. It's an unfortunately recurring issue for him.]
[As a parent, Grimm takes particular offense to parents who should love and support their children treating them like so much trash. It's an unfortunately recurring issue for him.]
... He wasn't necessarily wrong, about that: I probably am less useful in comparison to those with two eyes, who can see things that I might miss or am otherwise incapable of noticing.
[Even if he does appreciate the sentiment otherwise, Grimm.
Danny rests his chin on his good hand here for a moment, considering.]
Come to think of it, aside from that, I don't really remember much about him. I don't think I can even recall what he looks like now--what I do remember, aside from his words, is that he eventually left my mother and I and never came back, so in the end it is probably for the best that I don't have any memories of him worth reflecting upon. Even if, by comparison, my mother didn't take his disappearance as well as I did... in fact, she became very sick as a result of it.
[Even if he does appreciate the sentiment otherwise, Grimm.
Danny rests his chin on his good hand here for a moment, considering.]
Come to think of it, aside from that, I don't really remember much about him. I don't think I can even recall what he looks like now--what I do remember, aside from his words, is that he eventually left my mother and I and never came back, so in the end it is probably for the best that I don't have any memories of him worth reflecting upon. Even if, by comparison, my mother didn't take his disappearance as well as I did... in fact, she became very sick as a result of it.
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[The answering moan that comes from Danny's mouth at having his hair pulled is almost certainly a "yes" in the being better department, before he returns to work here on trying to get Grimm off. He moves his lips and tongue a little more faster, harder against the appendage in his mouth as he sucks, and there may be a slight press of teeth against it but not an actual bite as he tries to be careful with what he's doing here.
He'll probably stay in this spot too until Grimm comes, or if the other forces him to pull off beforehand, but at this point he's decided to just see where this takes him.]
He'll probably stay in this spot too until Grimm comes, or if the other forces him to pull off beforehand, but at this point he's decided to just see where this takes him.]
[He's close, and his voice is too shot to warn Danny audibly. But he can't be so rude as to come in his mouth without permission.
A compromise, then: he nudges on Danny's forehead, more a request than forcing him to pull off. It's his choice, but he figures that's as clear a nonverbal sign of 'I'm going to come soon do you want to pull back' as any.]
A compromise, then: he nudges on Danny's forehead, more a request than forcing him to pull off. It's his choice, but he figures that's as clear a nonverbal sign of 'I'm going to come soon do you want to pull back' as any.]
[Danny can't exactly stop him from doing that given that moving that arm causes an undesirable amount of pain, so he allows it, even if Danny still doesn't seem to think that an apology is warranted: it is what it is, after all.]
It wasn't really that bad though, at first. I mean... even if my mother didn't talk to me, she was someone who would still look at me when no one else would, at least. In that regard, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe everyone was just jealous, that they didn't have beautiful eyes like hers, and that I would be gifted with at least one of them, let alone any.
[... Granted, his mother was in a serious depression and it's debatable if she ever looked at him so much as "happened to be staring at the spot he was standing in", but Danny doesn't care. He still loved her no matter what...]
... She's dead now, though. Committed suicide not too long after, so I guess in the end it wasn't enough. [Danny wasn't enough.] My eye killed her, in a way, as I'm certain that this series of misfortunes would not have happened for her if I had been normal.
[Or maybe not even born at all. A lot of people would probably still be alive in that scenario as well.]
It wasn't really that bad though, at first. I mean... even if my mother didn't talk to me, she was someone who would still look at me when no one else would, at least. In that regard, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe everyone was just jealous, that they didn't have beautiful eyes like hers, and that I would be gifted with at least one of them, let alone any.
[... Granted, his mother was in a serious depression and it's debatable if she ever looked at him so much as "happened to be staring at the spot he was standing in", but Danny doesn't care. He still loved her no matter what...]
... She's dead now, though. Committed suicide not too long after, so I guess in the end it wasn't enough. [Danny wasn't enough.] My eye killed her, in a way, as I'm certain that this series of misfortunes would not have happened for her if I had been normal.
[Or maybe not even born at all. A lot of people would probably still be alive in that scenario as well.]
[Danny... tries to stay put and swallow like Grimm did before, but let's be real, bug jizz is probably about as desirable as human jizz, which Danny was also not actually that used to tasting frequently either. As a result, he ends up pulling back a bit abruptly before Grimm is actually finished cumming, which results in some of it ending up on Danny's cheeks here, and probably his glasses. Thankfully, not in his eyes, or else he would be fucking screaming over that one, though he does frown momentarily once he deals with whatever semen didn't make it past his gag reflex, a hand coming up to remove his glasses so that he can ensure that he does not, in fact, get jizz anywhere near his eyes.]
... Well. Um. That was a bit unexpected.
[To put it lightly.]
... Well. Um. That was a bit unexpected.
[To put it lightly.]
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