when they're pulling your insides out

[tacosgay]

Moving between planes is, in theory, a dangerous practice. Taako has never had trouble with it before; normally, it's like, well, blinking, he's there and then back again, safe and sound.

That's not the case this time.

This time, he blinked out of one plane, but he didn't immediately step into the other-+ something felt... wrong. Like he was shifted or snatched out of the air, captured, and...

... And then he wakes up.

He's strapped down, bound to some cool, flat surface, his chest bare, though he's been left with his pants and undies, which is awfully polite of whoever kidnapped him from between planes. When he speaks up, his voice is shaking, just a little.

"Uh... h-hi, uh... anybody there?"

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[tacosgay]

Taako titters again, the sound high-pitched and thin, but... despite the weirdness of the situation, his body responds, his eyelids fluttering just a bit as that flush deepens, the glossy pink tip of his cock emerging from the sheath.

"Uh, I, uh... y-yeah, definitely a baculum."

[onethousandflowers]

"I see." His grin grows as he puts on gloves, and starts to actually handle the sheath and emerging cock below. It's a little more effective than brushing with a popsicle stick.

[tacosgay]

"Hh..." The more proper, warm contact definitely has a much better effect than the popsicle stick, of course, and it draws a small, shaking breath from Taako, his cock emerging further from his sheath beneath Byakuran's fingers; his face and ears are still flushed deeply with embarrassment, the medical nature of this somehow making it infinitely more awkward than actually just having sex with somebody. The cock is stiff and pink beneath Byakuran's touch, beating warmly with his blood just beneath the surface.

He giggles weakly.

"Mm, uh... hheh, I-I gotta say, um, this is... a lot more fun than the first exam, so far..."

[onethousandflowers]

"Well, this is the last test. I'd run a cat scan too but I can't laser the brace off your wrist without cutting the wrist." He stops, seems to think, then shakes his head. "There's too much risk of you bleeding out if I did so. And even sun flames have a hard time with burned flesh, so removing your hand in a way that would prevent bleeding is also out of the question..."

As he speaks, he continues to palpate and massage Taako's penis. Only when it is fully erect does he let go, and pull out a tape measure, test tubes, and a swab from the cart.

[tacosgay]

Well. The discussion of cutting Taako's hand off would be a boner killer if there weren't someone still actively touching him; as it is, it just leads to a very surreal kind of cognitive dissonance, where his body feels warm, his nerves tingling, while his stomach is wound tight with nerves.

"Uh... let's... yeah, uh, let's not... do that, please," he requests nervously-- and then he sees the new tools that were brought out, and he feels like he's in some very surreal kind of sitcom suddenly.

The tape measure is almost a comical addition, and yet the one he's the least nervous about in the scheme of things.

"... uh. Getting less fun now, suddenly."

[onethousandflowers]

"I'd imagine so." He starts to measure the dimensions of Taako's cock. "Interesting. Slimmer than humans, but just as long."

With that done, he takes a swab of the pink tissue of the cock proper, and a second swab down the sheath. These go in two of the test tubes. The last and largest is pressed to the head of Taako's length as Byakuran begins to jerk him off more earnestly.

[tacosgay]

Taako wriggles when those swabs are run against his sensitive cock and sheath, drawing a sharp hiss of breath through his teeth.

He starts to question what those swabs are even for when, suddenly, something is pressed to his tip, and then there are warm fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him more properly, and whatever words he was going to say are cut off, turning instead into an open-mouthed whine.

"Ah-- uh, um... h'okay, uh, okay with this part, heh..."

[onethousandflowers]

"I figured you would be." Byakuran holds the tube steady and keeps jerking Taako off. He has no idea how long it'll be until he comes, but he'll keep going until he can collect a sample. He's taken blood and saliva, he's even taken a spinal tap (not that Taako needs to know about that), but now there's this to collect.

[tacosgay]

The situation does make it a bit... difficult to really focus on just the sensation of being touched, to truly enjoy this just as much as he usually might, but he does push into those fingers as much as he can, face hot and flushed and lids heavy as he gazes down at Byakuran's hand where it's curled around his cock, stroking it.

However, after moment, his breathing does quicken a bit, his body arching and shifting up into that touch a bit more urgently.

"Ah, um... heh..."

[onethousandflowers]

Byakuran notes the changes in Taako's body, and redoubles his efforts. He'd use his mouth, but he doesn't want to contaminate the sample. Instead, he rhythmically squeezes and strokes, dancing behind the head with his thumb, all the while staring expectantly at the formerly sanitary tube placed against Taako's slit.

[tacosgay]

Well, those fingers prove to be enough when he changes the rhythm that way, and the new pressure makes Taako squirm, bucking forward as, after only a few more seconds of that, he's pushed over the edge, his cock pulsing beneath Byakuran's fingers as it's pushed up and against that tube; he comes at least partially into it, if not entirely.

And then he relaxes, hanging more loosely in his restraints, his eyelids fluttering and breathing harsh as he comes down; when he looks down at Byakuran, he can't help but halfway-stifle an embarrassed giggle at the sight of the man there in front of him, holding a tube up to his cock. It's so bizarrely clinical, such a contrast to what he just experienced.