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Pluey was restless. They were sitting at their work desk, trying to focus on some important forms, but they couldn’t sit still, couldn’t read, couldn’t think more than two sentences without getting distracted. Their eyes traced mindlessly over the cup of pens, the post-it notes, the papers they were trying to take notes on, before settling on the small dark green die Jongler almost always kept near them. They claimed it was like a lucky charm for them, even though it usually rolled low, and they held it with great affection. At one point, they’d even blushingly confessed that they gave it a name— Battat. Batts for short.
Pluey didn’t know what to make of it initially, to be honest. It had seemed strange to them, but they did care for Jongler, so they’d accepted it. After a little research, a few realizations, and a heartfelt conversation, they’d also accepted that Battat would be a part of their relationship. It was cute how happy Jongler had gotten, and eventually Pluey started to feel a similar level of affection for the little thing as well.
They ran a finger over Battat’s top face (always carefully placed with the four at the top, apparently Jongler’s lucky number), smiling softly. He really was a pretty little thing, they thought, carefully picking up the die and rotating it slowly in their hand, watching the light reflect off its smooth plastic. It wasn’t a fancy or expensive die, it hadn’t come in a sparkling set of rpg dice or anything like that, but he was still quite pretty when they stopped to notice. Jongler had taken excellent care of him, in spite of carrying it with them near-constantly for years there were no major scratches or scuffs, and the plastic still shone.
Idly, they rolled it around in their hand, wondering whether they could justify taking a break. Although… they did have a way to leave it to fate right here in their hands.
Alright, Battat. Odds I go back to work, evens I take a break, sound good? they thought at the die. (No point in using up their words when the thing they were talking to didn’t have ears.) They shook him and rolled it across the desk, getting a one. Well, shit.
They sighed, poking Battat moodily. They really didn’t want to go back to staring blankly at the words on the screen, trying to make sense of them before inevitably losing focus and having to start the paragraph again for the 50th time. They wished they had some hard candy right now, something sweet to put in their mouth to keep it occupied, something to distract the part of their brain that kept getting distracted. Unfortunately, they were out, and Pluey still hadn’t figured out which box they’d put their fidget toys in when moving to Jongler’s apartment, so no dice.
The expression twigged something in their mind. Technically speaking, they did have a die, and they weren’t completely out of fidgets. They would just have to face an extremely distressed Jongler if anything were to happen to him. But it wasn’t like they were doing anything too intense. Battat was unlikely to get damaged just from sitting in Pluey’s mouth for a bit while they worked, and they’d be careful to not bite him and potentially leave a scratch or chip it. No harm done, right?
Slowly, they picked Battat up, holding him between their index finger and thumb. They studied him, how the light caught in its pips and almost looked like eyeshine. Why did this feel so intimate? “May I?” they whispered, voice rough from disuse. They felt a little silly doing so, but they could almost feel an… acceptance? A positive feeling, a not-quite-imagined warmth coming from the small die in their hand.
They pressed a gentle kiss to the side facing them, trying to ignore how their heartrate picked up. Without overthinking it any more, they put Battat in their mouth.
For a few moments, they didn’t move, just letting the die sit on their tongue, top face pressing into the roof of their mouth. They were suddenly very grateful that its edges were slightly rounded, no sharp corners to dig into their skin. They turned their attention back to their laptop screen, blushing slightly but with a hope of actually being able to concentrate.
Strangely enough, now that they also had to focus on not accidentally damaging Battat or choking to death, they were able to focus much easier on their work. They carefully rolled it around on the roof of their mouth with their tongue as they read, much as they often would between their palms. The way his plastic clicked against their teeth was very pleasant, somehow more solid of a feeling than they were expecting.
They ran their tongue over his pips, feeling out each individual divot in the smooth plastic. Their saliva was fully coating it by this point, and they made a mental note to wash Battat off when they were done, which would hopefully be before Jongler got home.
Time passed, and they made substantial progress, tuning out their surroundings, only focused on their work and Battat in their mouth. That is, until they heard the door to the apartment being unlocked. The sound of jingling keys cut through the quiet air. The shock of being jolted out of their hyperfocus jarred them, and their mind blanked.
“Hey Plues, I’m back,” Jongler called, setting down their bag and taking off their coat. “Where are ya?”
Pluey knocked loudly on the desk. Jongler soon walked in through the open bedroom door, smiling and making grabby hands at them. They easily stood and fell into a hug, sighing happily. Jongler pressed a kiss to their forehead.
“Today a no talkin’ day?” they asked, still hugging them loosely. Pluey shrugged, smiling.
“Fair enough. Have ya seen Batts anywhere? I forgot to grab ‘im dis mornin’ and I missed ‘im,” they asked, extremely sincere as always.
Oh, they couldn’t lie to that face. They turned their head away, toward the desk, hoping Jongler would pull away to go look and buy them time to clean Battat off.
When they looked back, Jongler seemed puzzled. “…Plues? Whaddya have in yer mouth?”
An embarrassed heat rose to their cheeks. Before they could think how to respond, Jongler spoke up again, “C’mon Plues, open up, I’m not gonna be mad atcha.”
No escape. Barely able to look at their partner, Pluey opened their mouth, showing Battat sitting on their tongue, absolutely covered in saliva.
An immediate blush flared to life across Jongler’s features, and Pluey felt Jongler’s body stiffen against their own. An entire catalogue of emotions flashed through their partner’s eyes. Pluey closed their mouth, looking away.
A few moments later, Jongler placed a hand on their cheek, gently urging Pluey to face them again. They did so, albeit reluctantly.
“…He’s not damaged?” they asked, still blushing to their ears. Pluey shook their head. They had been careful.
“C-Can I kiss you’s?” they stuttered out, eyes fixed at a point over their left shoulder.
Pluey blinked. What? Why? They tilted their head in confusion.
Jongler was starting to pull away, “N-nevermind, sorry, you’s can go back t—” they cut themself off as Pluey placed a hand on their face, briefly caressing it. Their face was hot as Pluey brought them close, pressing a chaste kiss to their lips before pulling away. They tilted their head. Was that good?
Jongler moved a hand to the back of Pluey’s neck, unconsciously fidgeting with their hair. “More? Please?” they asked. Jongler was being unusually shy, Pluey noticed. They wondered what was different. Did something happen at work? Probably not, they’d only started acting strangely when…
Oh, obviously it was because of Battat. They could’ve kicked themself for how long it took them to figure it out. Well, they could run with this.
They pulled Jongler in for another soft kiss, letting it linger. They ran a hand up Jongler’s side, and their lips parted with a sigh, allowing the kiss to deepen. It was difficult, kissing without accidentally damaging Battat or choking, but Pluey was up for the challenge.
Jongler broke the kiss before Pluey could enact their plan, carefully moving the both of them to sit on the edge of the bed rather than stand awkwardly in the middle of the room. They were always thoughtful like that, Pluey mused.
They started kissing again, and as their lips were locked, Pluey carefully pushed Battat out of their own mouth and into Jongler’s. Jongler made a noise at that, something sweet and breathless and altogether unsteady.
They pulled away after a couple seconds, eyes wide and breathing shaky. “Having fun?” Pluey softly murmured, grinning despite how their vocal chords twinged. Jongler let out another sweet noise, probably intending it to just be a sound of agreement. They looked like they wanted to say something, but couldn’t, not with Battat in their mouth. Pluey giggled silently, playing with Jongler’s hair as they waited for their partner to recover enough to kiss them again.
They made out with each other for a while, swapping Battat back and forth, Pluey’s hands wandering over Jongler’s upper body as they got increasingly worked up. Eventually, as Battat was in Pluey’s mouth, Jongler nearly incoherently begged, “Plues, please, can you’s- can I, please, jus’—” they cut themself off with a ragged gasp as Pluey grabbed their wrist. They brought Jongler’s hand to their own crotch, patted the back of their hand gently, and proceeded to bombard them with heated yet featherlight kisses, holding Jongler’s upper half steady as they struggled with their pants.
Honestly, they could personally take or leave the actual sex in their relationship. The fluids were gross and sticky, and they usually never felt much of a drive to do anything more intense than kissing. But they did like seeing their partner like this, blushing gorgeously, their rich voice starting to break around their moans, yet still trying so hard to be chivalrous and put Pluey’s needs before their own. It was cute, really.
Jongler finally freed themself from their confinement, immediately starting to pump the shaft, not wasting any more time on foreplay. Pluey pulled them into another deep kiss, drinking in their shameless noises and warm breaths against their face when they parted for air. They continued passing Battat back and forth between their mouths as they made out with each other, with Pluey making sure to hold Jongler’s head steady to minimize the risk of choking or Battat falling onto the bed or floor. Either one would put a damper on the mood.
Pluey ran their hands over Jongler’s chest and shoulders as they kissed, squeezing and appreciating their muscles and the strength within. Jongler seemed to enjoy it too, with how they twitched under Pluey’s hands. They broke the kiss (Battat in Jongler’s mouth) and shifted their position, moving their head down to kiss at Jongler’s neck, feeling as much as hearing their breathing hitch. They grinned, letting their own warm breath ghost over their partner’s skin, watching as Jongler tried not to squirm away. They kissed their neck a few more times, occasionally licking it and relishing in the whines that followed.
“Plue— ngh, please, ‘m close,” Jongler slurred around the die in their mouth. Oh, that was golden. They grinned, moving back up and capturing their lips again, briefly biting at their lower lip and thoroughly enjoying the gasp it brought.
They pulled Battat into their own mouth, and Jongler whined, bereft at the loss. Oh, how cute. They kept the kiss relatively short, breaking away after only a few seconds. Jongler blinked at them hazily, lips still parted, breathing shaky as their hand moved at a frantic pace. They made eye contact for a moment. Pluey opened their mouth again, showing off Battat sitting on their tongue, now covered in both partners’ saliva. Apparently, that was enough for Jongler to climax, making a mess on their pants and hand.
Pluey pet them through their orgasm, keeping their mouth open to let Jongler enjoy the view. When their hand eventually slowed and stopped, they collapsed backward onto the bed, visibly out of breath. Pluey took Battat out of their mouth carefully, grabbing a few tissues to wipe off both the die and Jongler. They passed Jongler the majority (they weren’t kidding about their aversion to fluids) and set about cleaning Battat off. He would need to be washed properly soon, but they didn’t know if Jongler wanted to take care of that personally, so they settled for just drying off the saliva. When they were done, Battat was set down in his usual spot, with the four at the top.
Jongler tossed out the messy tissues as Pluey sat back down next to them. “Thanks fer lettin’ me do dat with ya, Plues,” they said warmly, voice still a little shaky from exertion. Pluey gave a thumbs up. Jongler made grabby hands at them, and they let themself be pulled into a cuddle, pressing a kiss to Jongler’s cheek.
They laid there in silence for a few minutes, Jongler playing with Pluey’s hair and petting them. Eventually, Jongler broke the silence. “I’m not upset by any means, but why was Batts in ya mouth?”