a/n: i keep seeing ppl call the chest star a “stussy”. here is your upfront guarantee i will never refer to it as such past this point. Because im not insane
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ch1
Siffrin huffs and puffs and shakes and shivers underneath you, dangerously close to a climax. You watch in awe, continually pushing and pulling and prodding with your fingers. Every so often he lets out a loud whine and you have to quietly shush him. Even though you don’t have to worry about the rest of the party hearing you, as everyone had split off to do their own things today, the walls were still paper thin. If someone chose to come back right now, you two would get caught instantly.
With each time you had reminded him of such, the rogue’s eye only grew more and more clouded with something you couldn’t quite exactly place, but you were starting to puzzle things out.
As he loses himself and lets out another loud moan you once again remind him to try and control his volume, lest you both get outed in this compromising position. He just moans even louder.
“I-I kn-ow…” they pant, shaking. “I… Nnmm….”
And it is with that little comment that you have finally clicked the last piece into place.
With an unseeable, wry smile, you move your face into their personal space. “Why, stardust,” you giggle at them with lidded eyes, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the idea of someone finding us is almost tantalizing to you~”
Siffrin whimpers, a long and drawn out thing, and you know you have hit the nail on the head.
“Ohhh, stardust~” you tease, pushing in your classic finishing third finger, “I never took you for a voyeur~” He chokes and wheezes and gasps and you are ready and then some for when he squeezes around your hand.
“Loooop—!” they wail, cumming all over you. You are utterly captivated by the way they move, writhing this way and that while their heavy breathing makes their chest stutter. “Oh, oh, oh, Loop, oh stars—!!”
They continue on like that, slowly petering out until they’re just a breathy mess. You remove your hand now that the deed is done and wipe it off on the sheets under you before deciding to lay down next to Siffrin as they bask in their afterglow.
It takes him a bit longer to fully calm down than usual. You cut your eyes at him, a playful tone in your voice. “My, my, stardust,” you chuckle, “Had I known you were so affected by the idea of getting caught fooling around, I would’ve pushed the thought into your head ages ago~!”
Even from this slightly odd angle you can see Siffrin’s face, which had seemingly just recovered, once again flush cutely.
“I-it’s not…” he tries, only to falter. You turn your whole body towards him with interest, head propped up by your hand. Oho~? Was he going to give you more ammo~? He coughs and turns to you too before pressing on, though you note he won’t look at you. “It’s not something I’ve… ever given much serious thought to really,” he explains quietly, playing with the sheets. “I…”
They trail off and don’t start again. Even when you wait for them, they just end up grumbling under their breath.
Their hand fists the bed and you glance from it to their face. Something harsh has overtaken their expression. Knowing them, they were probably admonishing themself for whatever reason.
You can’t have that. So, in an attempt to help, you delicately move your free hand to rest gently atop their trembling one. His reaction is quiet, but in the even quieter room, you clearly hear how his breath hitches.
“Breathe with me, stardust,” you say simply, pulling his hand by the wrist to lay over your chest. You don’t really have a reason, it’s not like you have a heartbeat to follow or anything. But this is what he always did for others, so you can only hope your mimicry will put them into a familiar state of mind.
Their eye flutters closed and they try to begin before you even start instructing. You chuckle at them fondly.
“Wh-wh—” they try, but you cut them off with a shush.
“Ah, ah. No talking. Breathing.” Siffrin doesn’t look particularly happy to be talked over, but they do seem to understand their position, so they just sigh and nod slightly.
You grin. Much more like it.
“Now,” you start, “Follow me. In… and out.”
Your chest does rise and fall with your efforts at the least, so you having his hand there isn’t completely useless, you suppose. You recite and perform the directions over and over, until you feel him slowly lose the nerves he had forcefully trapped within himself.
“Better now?” you ask gently, eyeing him over. His face had become much more peaceful, eyelid dropping a bit. They look well and truly tuckered out now, and they even give you a cute little yawn for your troubles.
“Yeah,” he nods. “Thanks, Loop. F-for everything you’ve done tonight.”
You hum. “No problem, stardust. No problem at all.”
He looks at you with a particular type of care etched onto his features and you feel like squirming a little, so you do. In the interim, you let his hand go and expect it to fall to the bed, but…
Instead, they hold it in the air for a moment. And then, without so much as a word, they place an open palm over the star that dominates your chest.
You can’t help the sharp gasp that leaves you.
Siffrin, to his credit, blinks. “Loop?” he asks. “Sorry, does this hurt?” He pulls back just enough so that he no longer makes contact, but his hand remains hovering just centimeters away.
You… don’t know how to respond. So you don’t. You just stare down at the offending hand, completely at a loss for words.
“Loop,” Siffrin says again, but this time the tone is more stern. You feel dazed. “Loop, please. Answer me. Did that hurt? Did I hurt you?”
“No,” you manage to push out after a deep breath. “I-it… It didn’t… hurt, no.”
“But...?” they mumble, eyebrows creasing in unbidden confusion. You want to laugh. You’re confused too.
“It’s. Just.” You feel your words stick to your nonexistent tongue like molasses. “No one has. Ever. Touched my star before. Is all.”
You curse how clunky you sound. Why did that… do that to you? Why can’t you think straight? Why do you…
Why do you want him to do it again…?
“Loop,” Siffrin says again, tone once more differing from before. Was the room a little brighter all of a sudden? “Loop, look at me,” he insists.
You force yourself out of your own head so you can focus on your beautiful stardust in front of you. It takes you longer than you’d like to admit to pick up on the way his mouth pulls mischievously, eye twinkling with something. By the time you do, they’re already talking some more.
“Would you like me to touch you again?” they ask, all sleep gone from their voice. The question makes you lightheaded.
“Please,” you blurt out with more want than you thought you could ever muster in a situation like this. Your face feels like it’s on fire.
“Of course, starlight,” he responds easily anyways, gently replacing his hand.
Immediately your head swims again. Stars, what was this feeling?
Siffrin hums and carefully glides his hand around the gash, giving you an intense look as he does so. You can’t look at him in more than quick glances, feeling like you might die if you do.
“What does this feel like?” they question lightly. Curiously. Like they just have to know, but they’d respect if you didn’t or couldn’t answer.
The sentiment makes you shiver.
“I-it’s…” you stutter, breathing heavily, “...Good,” you settle on. “It’s. Good.”
Another hum leaves your stardust’s lip and he closes the small gap between you just a bit, pushing his head closer. “You’re sure it doesn’t hurt?” he asks, eye entirely fixated on your chest now.
It’s hard to breathe.
“Y-yes,” you manage to stammer. “It’s—it’s okay. It’s good.”
“Can I try something?” they let out suddenly, hand stilling.
You nod in a way you think you’d find embarrassing if you had the ability to think at the moment. Dignity be damned, you needed his hand to move again.
And move it does.
It takes a second for you to fully register what’s happening, as he just presses a single finger at your star for a moment. He starts softly and with each try, pushes a little harder. It’s not until he nods to himself with a determined look on his face do you start following.
And by then, it’s already happening.
Siffrin’s finger pushes right into you and the gasp that tears its way out of you has you reeling.
“Loop?” he questions delicately, once again halting all movement. You feel desperation tug at you. No, no, no, keep going, keep going, keep going, please. “Should I—”
[Move.] you beam into his head, unable to find your voice proper. He startles and you think you should feel bad but it’s just not on the agenda right now. You do manage to tack on a quick, [Please.] though.
Luckily enough for you, the rogue recovers quickly and, with a nod, cautiously begins to wriggle his index finger inside of you.
You have never been happier that your brain has seemingly all but shut off. Shame you’re sure would flood you under normal circumstances never comes, and instead you find yourself positively keening with open desire.
“Woah,” you hear Siffrin breathe. “A-are you okay…?” He sounds worried, but he thankfully keeps his finger in motion. All you can do is whine, whine, whine.
“I—” you really, really try, just to be cut off by his middle finger beginning to prod at you. Stars. “D-don’t… play with me…” you whimper.
Of all the things Siffrin could do right now, he chuckles. You can’t fix yourself fast enough to try and respond to it, so you’re left silent as he talks.
“Is there something you want me to do specifically?” There’s some sort of teasing tone in it, but you’re nowhere near witty enough right now to joke at him, so you simply choose to answer honestly.
“I-I… You…” Stars, it was impossible to talk with your breath catching so heavily in your throat.
“You can talk in my head again if doing it physically isn’t possible right now,” your stardust offers ever so graciously.
You nod. [Push it in.] you plead. [All the way.]
Siffrin hesitates. “All…?” he echoes, sounding worried. “A-are you s—”
[All.] you insist. Demand.
Their face falls a little and you are suddenly horrified that you pushed too far, that he hates you, that he thinks you’re disgusting, disgusting, disgusting—
Siffrin’s face is blank. There is one finger inside of you and one finger poking its way in.
And then, that second one enters.
You’re already melting, but then…
A third one slips in as well.
You gasp. It just keeps coming out of you too, as he continues even past that. A fourth joins. And then, finally, Siffrin is sticking his entire fist into you.
“L-like this…?” they ask tentatively. They don’t move their arm, but you can feel his fingers steadily writhe within you, carving little indents of themselves inside your very being.
You feel faint.
[YES.] you make sure to reply. Your ability to talk has all but left you and you can feel your eyes begin to glaze over in pleasure. [MOVE.]
To that, Siffrin frowns. “Can you not feel me wiggling my fingers?” he asks, a pretty pout pulling at his lips.
You think you might explode.
[YOUR ARM.] you quickly specify. [THRUST.]
“Oh!” falls out of their mouth. It’s adorable.
You then promptly forget about it as Siffrin pulls their fist out of you slowly, agonizingly so, before shoving it back in. It’s not rough, not by a long shot, but stars, it makes you feel like you’re floating.
A long, low whine escapes you. It is still somehow terribly loud. It feels like it bounces around the room lazily as you make it.
“S-Siffriiinnn…” you moan openly. You couldn’t care less about how you sounded right now. “Staaaaars…”
The rogue pushes himself even closer, even further into you. You think you’re sobbing with how overwhelmed you are, but you can’t tell. All your energy is currently preoccupied with keeping you breathing right now.
“You’re so pretty,” you hear him whisper. It’s all you can do to let out a long whine in response. Siffrin giggles. “You really are, Loop,” they insist, pulling back and plunging into you again. You choke with the suddenness of it. “You’re so, so pretty. I’m so happy I get to see you like this.”
With much struggle, you manage to say not a single actual word. A loud gurgle of a noise rips its way out of your throat as you shake your head as much as you can. It’s not much. You think you’re losing your vision.
“Looop~” Siffrin singsongs. “Cute, pretty Loop~”
They’re… above you now, somehow. You must have rolled onto your back at some point without fully realizing it. Your stardust’s sidebangs drape loosely by his cheeks as he continues to fist you. Their speed has increased to a dangerous pace. Not that it hurts, far from it. You actually can’t even recall if you’ve ever felt such a large amount of pleasure when you were still a Siffrin. So no, it wasn’t that. It was just…
You feel it. You’re not entirely sure what it is, but you know it’s about to happen. It’s so close. You’re so close—
“S-iffrin…” you just barely manage to choke out. You had to warn him before it was too late. You—you had t—
“Yes, starlight?” slips from his mouth with such ease that you don’t really think you’re at fault for what happens next.
“AH—!!!” you cry out, feeling your eyes swell immeasurably. “Oh, oh, oh—!!!”
Something spurts from your chest, dribbling down your sides afterwards. You don’t know what it is. The sensation makes you eight different kinds of dizzy.
“Siffrin, Siffrin, Siffrin,” you blubber, fighting the way your limbs feel like gelatin so you can hold his head in your hands. He’s still got his arm buried deep within you, so the movement just sends more jolts of electricity through you. Your meter is quickly tipping from overwhelmed to downright overstimulated, but you do all you can to ignore it. “Siffrinnnn…”
“Yes, Loop?” your stardust shines at you. “Do you need something?” His tone turns more serious with the next question. “Should I… Can I take my hand out now? Is that okay?”
You nod gingerly. [Slowly, please.] you beg.
Siffrin nods back and, just as agonizingly as he had pushed into you, he pulls out. You’re beyond grateful he’s moving so slowly. Even a pinch faster and you might have died.
The rogue’s hand is absolutely soaked with an almost transparent film of goop. You think the sheer amount of it is the only thing making it slightly opaque.
“Um,” he laughs a little awkwardly, “Do you… know what this stuff is…?”
You can’t look at him suddenly. Even as your thumb moves to wipe across his cheek, you pout and stare at the wall.
“...No,” you admit eventually. “I-I don’t…” You sigh and close your eyes. “I don't know what it is, not exactly. But you can. Probably hazard a guess. Of what it should be.”
Blast it all. You don’t even actually possess the ability to blush anymore, but you feel the distinct impression of it happening anyways. Seems your embarrassment and shame had finally found its way back to you. Lucky, lucky you.
Siffrin hums. When you look at him, his dirty hand is oddly close to his face. You’re about to press on in an attempt to not mortify yourself anymore, but…
Watching your stardust lick your… whatever that was off of their hand is very decidedly not doing you any favors.
Siffrin simply shrugs as you stare at them. “Doesn’t taste like much,” they inform helpfully. “Oh well.” What did they mean oh well!? “We should probably get you cleaned up, starlight,” he chuckles right after, pushing into your hands. “Then you can hold my face all you want, okay?”
They say it so softly. So tenderly. Like they really and truly care for you.
You… You smile at them.
“Okay,” you agree. “But I’m holding you to that, alright?”
Siffrin laughs. “Whatever you want, starlight.” Their face is open and inviting and not for the first time you wish you had the lips to kiss him with. Oh well. Your stardust’s gaze is warm on you. “Whatever you want.”
You do your best to give back a grin with your eyes.
You don’t want to move, didn’t want to disrupt whatever this little tete-a-tete was, but you had to. Besides, you’d be back soon.
So, with an absolutely herculean amount of effort, you let your hands drop from Siffrin’s cheeks. “Alright,” you breathe. “Let’s go clean up.”