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Sam traced the thin line that bisected Lyle's underbelly, feeling along the softer material for any sort of give or leeway. About midway down Lyle’s abdomen, they felt it – a section that was set into Lyles “skin”, softer than the area around it.
The noises only confirmed their discovery, meek little pants and whines trickling down to their ears. Sam’s touch was lighter as they felt around the area, gently trying to work their fingers into the sensitive crease. Their face burned red, and they had to pull back to wipe their sweaty palms onto their shirt. Lyle flexed under them, the strong muscles and complex mechanisms shifting with slight discomfort.
“Sam can you- uh- move back a little? I think I need to stretch out a bit more.”
Sam nodded, before realizing their mistake in the darkness of the room.
“Yeah, just a sec.”
Feeling around behind them, Sam found the area clear enough to take a step or two back. Lyle didn’t seem to be as lucky, cursing under his breath at his unwieldy thorax and the clutter of the room. Sam wandered over, helping by pushing and sweeping the clutter to the side. The faint light coming through the curtains wasn’t nearly enough to truly make anything out, but they marvelled at the sheer size of Lyle as he laid stretched out on the floor.
“Okay, I thin- I think I’m settled now.”
Sam fumbled their way back to Lyle’s side, an eagerness they hadn’t expected settling over them like a slightly overwarm coat, grating at the edges of their mind. When Sam’s palm grasped onto one of Lyles many metallic, skittering legs, the other stilled, letting out an involuntary noise at the action. It reminded Sam of the way a car “clicked” to alert you it was locked, a sudden chirp which was distinctly mechanical.
“Oh- Sorry.”
They pet the little limb in apology, before moving on to follow it to its owner. When Sam touched Lyle's underbelly again, the same chirp from before rang out. They almost apologized again when Lyle followed up the sound with a gentle gasp. Sam’s face grew hotter. A good noise, it seemed. Searching fingers gingerly felt around to the Same spot from before, a bit of hot and cold trial and error. The harder texture gave way to softness, but instead of the little divot from before, the area had opened up a bit. Lyles' noises grew louder, pants more desperate as he explored the newly exposed section.
There was now space between the divot, full of what felt like squishy warmth, with something hard underneath. Feeling further led to something smooth and hard which pebbled oddly together. Strangely, it reminded Sam of feeling their own gums, finger occasionally slipping in their mouth to trail over teeth.
Sam paused.
“Lyle, are you sure this is your. Uh.”
Lyle shifted.
“Mm- uh- yeah, yeah it uh. Sure feels like it.” He sounded distracted, and it occurred to Sam that maybe they should have taken their hands away for this part, and they pulled back a little.
“Why do you- uh- ask?”
“It just feels like I’m touching one of your mouths, is all. I thought I uh, was in the wrong spot.”
A long pause stretched out between them, and Lyle pulled himself up from wherever he had sprawled back on, the telltale sound of skittering and shuffling giving him away.
“Sam, can you uh. Scoot back please.”
“Uh, sure?”
Sam was a little lost, unsure as to why Lyle sounded so much more nervous than usual. Still, they did as they were told, and moved back to give Lyle more room. The room was dark but not so much as to completely cloak the outlines of their bodies, a very very low level of light shining through to reflect and bounce. It was thanks to that that Sam was able to see one of Lyle's hands, clearly distorted from whatever curse the visitor had wrought on him, up to the part of Lyle's body where they’d just been feeling up.
The room was silent, only the faint humming of Lyle's mechanical body cutting through the space.
“..oh my god. It is- it is a fucking mouth.” Lyle's voice was incredibly strained, and it sounded like he was on the verge of completely melting down.
Trying not to fall flat on their face, Sam scrambled up, fumbling blindly to find Lyle's anxiety meds. This was going to be a long night.
==
A day or two after the incident, as Sam had taken to calling it in their head, they were back in Lyle’s apartment, drinking some tea with the bug-like cursed as they caught up.
Sam spun their spoon in their cup idly, not entirely sure on how to broach the subject lingering on their mind, which had started rattling around days ago.
Hey, remember how you freaked out when you found out your pussy got turned into a deathtrap? guess who might’ve found a way to fuck it!!! That's right, it's me!!!!!!!
They didn’t even know if Lyle was comfortable, let alone interested in pursuing something with them now. And it wasn’t like it was entirely for selfish purposes- a decent chunk of them didn’t like the feeling of having taken from Lyle, and not giving at least Something of a similar caliber back. Another quieter, nastier part of them was restlessly shifting, desperate and greedy to hear and feel all Lyle had to offer, would offer. The situation was a hard one- was Lyle truly not interested, or was he just plagued by shame, assuming Sam wanted nothing to do with him for his assumed faults, differences?
They sighed, slumping further in the chair, spoon rattling as it scraped down.
“Everything- uh- everything okay, Sam?”
They looked up. Lyle's lenses were twitching minutely, shifting like a rats nose as he looked down at Sam. His pupils darted around, unable to focus on anything - no doubt due to nerves. His metallic legs beat a pittering rhythm on the floor.
All of the words burned in Sam's mouth. Nothing seemed well formed enough to say. They tried to think of anything good as a stand in- god knew that they had more than enough to be worried about, scared about these days.
“I never paid you back for your favor, and it's uh. bugging me.”
Confusion overcame Lyle's face, and his mouth quirked as if she was about to ask a question, before understanding lit up in his eyes. A comedic blush washed over his face, extra limbs twitching and tapping even faster now. Sam shifted in their chair, only feeling a small twinge of shame for getting riled up by. This.
“oh- uh- i- I don’t expect you- to uh- repay me at all.” Lyle stammered out shamefully.
“I know. But I would like to, if you would be okay with that.”
Lyle's face twisted, and a part of Sam cringed.
“i dont need- you don’t have to force yourself into this, Sam. Please, don’t do that to yourself, to me.”
The tips of Sam's ears burned. Well, it was time to rip the metaphorical band aid off.
“Lyle im not asking like this because i feel like i have to pay off a debt, im asking because- uh- I’m interested in this?”
Lyle gaped at Sam.
“B-but my body could be dangerous- i mean i didnt even KNOW i had teeth! i don’t even think i could open them - well, not consciously-”
“Actually, I uh. I think I found something to help with that.”
==
“..Amyl Nitrate?”
Lyles tone was incredulous as his hands tilted the tiny bottle around.
“You don’t know what poppers are?”
“Uh- can’t say that I do?”
It wasn’t like Sam could fault the poor guy, the only reason they knew what they were was thanks to some interesting porn they’d stumbled across. Then, they’d only had a vague curiosity about the whole thing, disregarding the porn itself to go on a rabbit hole about the drug and its effects. Sam had been curious if it’d been portrayed accurately, and some reddit threads had quickly debunked like 80% of the slapdash plot of the film. It wasn't like people watched those things for the accuracy, but still.
“Well, you know smelling salts, right? Like, you don’t ingest em, but sniffing will kind of- do it for you?”
Lyle hesitated before nodding.
“Well poppers are kind of like that, but the effect is different. You get like a big head rush, and your heart goes nuts, but your body kind of- involuntarily relaxes despite all that.”
“I.. See?”
It seemed like being more direct was going to be more effective in the long run. Sam sighed lightly.
“A lot of people take poppers to make anal sex or fisting way easier. That kind of relaxing.” Sam emphasized the last part, to at least try to make their monologuing make more sense in context.
Their efforts didn't seem to be in vain, as Lyle physically lit up.
“Oh.” Lyle squeaked out. “I-uh-okay!”
“Dont worry, I was thinking I could watch you while you did it once, before we actually did anything, just to see if you like it or not.”
“Yeah, it would kind of suck if I had a bad reaction to it too.. I uh. Don’t mind.”
Lyle shuffled.
“But if its okay, i’d like you to sit on the sidelines for this one?”
Sam nodded. That was probably for the best, so as to avoid Lyle potentially agreeing to anything while under the influence.
“That's fine by me.”
Their heart was racing just thinking about it. Even if nothing came of this, Sam was just glad that Lyle was still cool. With them, with everything.
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“Here- just make sure it doesn’t get in your mouth- er, either of them, or your nose.”
Lyle hummed a noise of agreement, the sound of a bottle unscrewing following quickly after. Sam couldn't hear Lyle sniffing, but they did hear the sound of spluttering.
“Are you okay?” they asked as Lyle coughed, once, then twice.
“Eugh- yeah- i’m okay! god that stuff stinks” Lyle muttered.
“You might need to hit it again for your body weight, wait like 10 seconds though just in case its delayed.”
Lyle hummed.
“Woah.” His voice came out wobbly, and the sound of his weight slumping on the floor reached his ears. The sound of something being set on a counter rang out, before a stray limb brushed Sam's leg.
“Oops. Wow, you weren't kidding about the head rush.”
“You alright? You didn’t fall over?”
“No, I'm just leaning. God im glad i laid up near this wall, being flat on my back for this would suck. mmh.”
Sam couldn’t see jack, but they imagined Lyle was stretching out the length of his body like he had last time.
“..Sam?”
“You okay, Lyle?”
“Oh yeah, I'm great. This was a goood idea.”
Sams face heatened up at the drawn out syllable, the almost loopy sound of Lyle's voice getting to them. They were glad that Lyle didnt have a bad reaction (thus far), and actually seemed to be content instead of panicky and overwhelmed.
“Are you- uh.”
“Hm?” Lyle hummed. “Oh, right.”
shuffling.
“Mmh.”
An unbitten moan reached Sam's ears. If their pants hadn’t been wet before, then they sure were now.
Lyle stroked something which got that car like chirp out of him, a loud and sudden thing which made Sam jump. It didn't last long, as he seemed to be moving on to bigger and better things, the chirps being overtaken by a loud humm of machinery, overlaid with deep, bitten off moans.
A wet, odd sound was added to the strange chorus.
“oh, wow.” Lyle moaned.
Sam's knee bones damn near clicked together with how fast their legs slammed shut. Their crotch felt like it was on fire, clit damn near convulsing in their pants.
The wet sound continued, Lyle moans continuing in pitch and intensity the more whatever he was doing went on.
“Nngh- mmh.”
Lyle paused.
“S-Sam?”
Sam's throat felt bone dry, and they struggled to respond.
“Uh- yes?”
“I think- ungh. I think this will work. For- mmh- next time.”
“Gr-great. Your teeth uh, let up?”
Lyle giggled.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that.”
“Oh?” Oh, that one slipped out before Sam could even begin to think of stopping it. Oops.
Fortunately, Lyle just giggled again.
“Yeah I uh- I got my whole hand in there. not too deep just, uh, a little past my wrist.”
Sam felt lightheaded with how hot their face had gotten. And they’d never understood the whole “dripping” thing in the books he read, but now they painfully understood.
With context, the wet noises both made more sense and upped their desire. Their imagination had just been thinking of a couple of fingers, but his whole arm? It made them throb just thinking about it.
“Oh wow.” Sam muttered, a little breathless.
Lyle chuckled, the sound etching out into a whine.
“Yeah, I didn’t think I could without touching my uh, clit, so i just wanted to try it but- ohh god. my hand just- ngh- slipped right in.”
Sam whimpered. God, they were sick in the head for finding this so hot. Their tongue refused to cooperate, and they grabbed onto the fabric of their pants in a desperate attempt to not touch themself. They struggled to find a response, but gave up as their brain was overloaded with information, things to do.
It didn't seem Lyle minded, as his sounds intensified. That chirping sound from before joined the litany of noises, everything building and reaching a fever pitch.
At the apex, a blinding flash filled the room. Sam ducked in reflex, throwing an arm against their face. Weirdly enough, they could only think to be grateful that they hadn’t done this in Lyle's darkroom after all. Part of them has suspected something like this would happen, what with the tiny glimpses of Lyles mutations they could catch.
“GAH- SORRY!” Lyle yelped. Sam could faintly make out the sound of something spilling out after the flash cleared, the sound light and almost plasticky.
“Wh- I printed photos?! Man, I really hope that doesn’t happen every time..”
Shamefully, the idea of Lyle immortalizing Sams face mid oral with his weird mouth-opening thing only turned them on more. They were probably reaching levels of pervertdom that hadn’t been seen since the dark ages, but he couldn’t find it in themself to actually care. Instead, they busied themself with helping Lyle, tripping over all sorts of shit to try and grab the towel and water they’d put, somewhere.
===
After the first successful trial run, it’d been a few more days until they’d been able to meet back up, the mere act of Sam being able to peel away from their ragtag group a near herculean feat with just how much was going on in their little bubble of the apocalypse.
The time apart had Sam acting like a woman starved, a single minded hunger driving them to frantically feel up Lyle's abdomen. Everywhere their fingers touched, sent Lyle trembling, the darkness of the room and anticipation setting them on edge. When hard thorax shifted into softer underbelly, the cursed nearly convulsed as he chirped, shifting to push himself into Sam's touch further. Fingers soon met gums, which pushed onto teeth. Gentle coaxing urged the mouth open further, strings of drool and huffs of exertion leaving the narrow space.
Now having found their goal, they wasted no time in getting closer, ducking their head down near their hands until they could feel the warm panting on their face. Their eyes fell shut as they licked into Lyle's gums, tongue running along the transformed folds into the outer lips. The action drove Lyle into clenching reflexively, body straining with the restraint it took to not slam his hips into Sam's face. His mouth didn’t snap shut, but in the faint light Sam noticed the teeth draw slightly shut, and could feel something tightening under the space where Lyle's shell was thinnest.
Curiously, they probed the space with a finger, then two, still licking into the flesh as the digits felt out the space. The teeth didn’t snap shut when they ghosted over the entrance, nor when they curled the digits firmly into the space, hooking towards the roof for a spongy spot that they knew was normally there. While they knew it was safe, if Lyle was able to cram his whole hand into the hole, there was still a bit of hesitation on their end, and they kept the digit shallow, not wanting to risk pushing it further in. It didn't seem that Lyle minded (at least not yet), as he was too busy squirming and whining to really say anything of note.
His whines cut off into chuffs unexpectedly, and before Sam could ask why, something wet and warm brushed the tips of their fingers. Shocked, they stopped their ministrations, before the appendage from before coiled around their fingers, trying to get a firm grip to pull Sam's digits deeper. It wasn't too dexterous, prehensile but not having enough grip to actually do anything besides twine around Sam's fingers. Fear leveled out to curiosity, as hind brain gave way to reason- linking the new orifice with what most (normal) mouths had- a tongue. Although embarrassing as it was to not have realized what it was at first, the sensation was quickly overridden with heat. The size could probably be a bit of a challenge, but there was now the opportunity to literally make out with Lyle's new mouth, and the thought alone sent electricity down their spine, face heating up even more.
Leaning back in, their trepidation quickly melted away into enthusiasm, the familiar smell of Lyle's orifice sending them into a sort of haze, the scent of sweat and chemicals new yet familiar all at once. Sam used two fingers to push open the area in a v formation.
The contact caused Lyle to tremble underneath them, a sigh tumbling out as the mouth lolled open, the tongue from before spilling out invitingly. In the low light, Sam could see it was a shocking shade of blue, dangerously bright in a way that reminded Sam of poisonous frogs. Sam threw up a little prayer that they wouldn’t need the antidotes stuffed in their rucksack anytime soon, as they went to put their tongue on Lyle's own.
They lapped at the blue muscle, and Lyle jerked hard. To say the organ was sensitive would have no doubt been an understatement, as Sam ducked, avoiding the reflexive kicking and curling of Lyle's countless limbs. The shutterbug was panting, machine like whirrs interspersing the nearly wheezing intakes of Lyle's overtaxed body. Before Sam could even think to move away, Lyle was arching back up, wordlessly begging, asking, for more. The motion smeared the mouth and its drool along Sam's face, and Sam whimpered at the sensation before slotting back down.
All the buildup had thoroughly wound the both of them up, evident in the way Sam sloppily lapped and licked, settling into a sort of haphazard rhythm with the way they would trace around the outside, pseudo clit just above the orifice of the mouth, and into the throat itself, tongue twining with that bright, chemical tasting tongue. Sweat beaded onto their brow as they threw themselves into the task, world narrowing down in that way it always did, laser focused on pleasing in every way they knew how.
Eventually Lyle's moans reached a fever pitch, the tongue shoving its way deeper into Sam's throat. It took everything in them not to gag at the intrusion, and they failed slightly as it became more insistent, before spasming in the sensitive back area in their throat. Their airway became restricted, giving them their own headrush as their eyes rolled up, vision blurring out as they could faintly hear (and feel) the odd orgasm Lyle was no doubt having.
The final surprise came in the form of something wet ending up on their face, which smelled oddly like the developer fluid that they’d snuck a ill-advised sniff of when assisting Lyle with his photo collection. Sam made a mental note not to wipe the stuff into their eyes, before attempting to scrape themselves together enough to make sure Lyle wasn’t dying. It was hard since it felt like 80% of the blood in their body had rerouted to their dick, but they managed to stand on wobbly legs to walk around Lyle's larger form.
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This will hopefully have another chapter in the future, with Lyle returning the favor for Sam.