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Clothing is a simple concept, an item to be worn on your body. It could be a symbol of status, a definition of your personality, a way of protection against health hazards, or a source of comfort.
Another source of comfort for the irken.
He frequently indulged in such comforts, clad in shirts too big for him and shorts that allowed breathability in his base. Yet, that was as far as it goes. He would absolutely not permit himself to dress in the manner outside, he would look like a slob! He is not a slob, that title belongs to Dib, as much as he denies it.
Dib would stare at him when he wore such clothing around his base. Those little monkey’s eyes analyzing every part of his covered form, as if something was hiding from him. And he would not ever dream to ask what was going on in that huge head of his. But each time he was stared at like eye candy, which, he naturally was, he would squirm, get a little bit flustered, even check if Pustulio had returned on his glorious face.
“Cute” He would be called, along with other synonyms of the kind that he should be repulsed by. And he did display such a proper response, shouting how he lies, throwing empty threats, and even going as far as to shut himself away to show how upset such words caused him to be. Yet, all of it was a façade.
Today was dreading, horrible, and suffocating. Laying on the sofa without his mate, his mind raced with need, and so did his body. Alas, his solution had shut himself up in his lab. Something about an advancement in the paranormal? Bah! Like he wasn’t paranormal enough? He sure felt like an advancement when he came to such a backwater planet.
He wore Dib’s signature trench coat along with one of his own T-shirts to act as a replacement, but it wasn’t enough. No, it never is, was it? This wasn’t a odd occurrence for ZIM to do, wearing his mate’s clothes, it was more of a preference than anything. How all of Dib’s clothing would swallow his entire frame, almost acting as a blanket, giving him the warmth the owner of said clothing would also give him. The reek of him wafting up to his antennae, making him melt into a puddle as they were overloaded with his mate’s scent.
Everything about Dib made him feel tiny, and it was borderline overwhelming.
He squirmed on the sofa, his thighs rubbing against each other to get a ounce of friction.
He was so desperately needy today, and it was agonizing.
In a fit of frustration, he sat up, forward to the offline TV and lifted the hem of his shirt to look down at his nether regions. His slit had already unfurled within itself, his petals lazily pulsing as his spike shyly peaked out of its channel. His slick dripping onto the cushions underneath him and covering his thighs, making him reek of arousal.
Glaring at the culprit, he removed a glove with his teeth, before moving his hand to trail up and down on his thigh, his sensitivity becoming painfully clear the closer he moved to his petals. His thumb brushed against the spike’s head, making him take a sharp intake of air. Softly pinching the spike between two fingers, he gave circular rubbing motions, attempting to coax the rest of it out from his body.
He gave pants and heavy breaths as it brought itself out, dreadfully inch by inch until it was fully unsheathed. Curling and writhing within itself as it seeks more of that sweet simulation that coaxed it out.
Bringing the hem of the shirt to his mouth to hold in place, he used his gloved hand to stimulate the petals underneath, going in a circular motion to give each of them equal pleasuring attention. The previous hand, exploring terrain of his spike, feeling the blood pulse underneath his touch, the indentation of ribs consistent all throughout the spike, all to the point of the bulbous head. All of it, made him whimper in need.
He needed more, but he couldn’t give more to himself, he knew it wouldn’t be enough. Slowly stopping his motions, he wiped his slick-coated hand on the sofa’s cushions and stood up on wobbly legs. Steadying himself, he stood in the center of the living room.
“Computer! Bring me to the Dib-beast!” He commanded, laced with a out of breath tone.
Without a retort, the floor underneath him cut itself into a circle platform, lowing him down to the lab his mate was working at. He wouldn’t allow this avoidance to go on any longer. He tapped his foot against the platform, the soft sound of patting ringing along the walls. It didn’t take long though, the doors opening to show his lab, dimmed and occupied.
And the occupant sat there in front the workbench, back hunched and face stupidly close to his paranormal advancement, the only source of bright light emitting from his metal welding. Even with his blue tinted googles on, he knew the creature was furrowing his eyebrows intensely, tongue sticking out to the side. And from the looks of it, he hadn’t even heard the elevator arrive.
Taking the advantage, he approached behind the male carefully, the patter of his footsteps deathly quiet. Only did he let himself be known when his arms came around his neck loosely, startling the human into jumping.
“Dib…”
“Zim?”
He hastily put down his tools and slid off his goggles, before turning his head to look at his beloved properly. Taking in from what he could see, his cheeks flushed minimally.
“Are you wearing my coat?…"