For a small troll, it wasn't expect of him to make all this noise down in the basement of his hive. His olive blooded matesprit had just arrived and was in search of him, but that didn't last very long with all the commotion downstairs. Vennom followed the sound and tiptoed down the stairs so that he wouldn't be noticed as easily, but from how concentrated Wascoe was at the moment, he wouldn't have offered a second glance towards the small creaking of the wooden boards on the stairs.
Too busy with his nose in his projects, he stood by his work bench with his eyes glued to an unfinished project he had promised himself he'd finish long ago.
"Hey, nerd. You finished up there yet? You've been cooped up down in this hellhole for days." Vennom finally spoke up and rolled his eyes.
The bronze blood nearly dropped his wrench on the ground when the sound of the midblood echoed in the dimly lit room. "Fuckin' Christ, Venn. Don't scare me like that." Vennom couldn't help but grin at that as he approached the smaller troll from behind, letting his arms encircle Wascoe's waist while he rested his chin atop of his matesprit's shoulder. He pressed his lips against Wascoe's neck then trailed up to the shell of the troll's pointed ear. Gently, he kissed the moody troll's ear a few times then held his dear lover closely with their bodies intimately close to one another's.
"Is that the thanks I get for wanting to come and visit my matesprit? Geez, babe you're so cold. Love me." Vennom nuzzled his cheek against Wascoe's shoulder, craving the feeling of the smaller troll's affection like always.
Wascoe rolled his eyes and sighed dramatically, "fuck you, Venn. You're so needy." Even with that said, Wascoe turned slightly to look at Vennom with a soft smirk on his lips.
"Ah, no what I think you mean is 'fuck me, Venn. You're so fuckin' hot. I want that big, long bulge I—", he was cut off by Wascoe turning on his heels with his cheeks flushed a slight bronze color. "That's enough. Ok, you got my attention, jerk." The taller troll grinned wide and had both arms around Wascoe's waist this time as he pulled the smaller male in. "There we go.. Now I get to see that pretty face of yours."
Wascoe rolled his eyes but still gave in to Vennom's embrace. He was right; there was hardly any time the two of them got to spend alone after he picked up another project. The least he could do was give Vennom the time of day. At least this once.
The bronze blood looked up and as he lifted up a single hand, he caressed his tall matesprit's cheek. His thumb brushed over the vibrant blue-green scales adorning Vennom's skin with a gentle hand. He knew those were sensitive, whether it be just in a general topic, or what he felt when they were touched. The gentle touch earned a soft sigh from the larger troll. His green eyes flickered down to the small troll with a look of genuine love for Wascoe in them. The lowblood was his weakness, whether he wanted to admit it or not. There was just something so captivating about the gentle nature of the bronze blood and the way his hands felt on his skin. He wanted more, that was something he was sure of.
Dipping his head, he leaned in closer and Wascoe followed. Their lips met in a soft kiss, but due to Vennom's aggressive nature, the olive blood had to press for more. Vennom tilted his head slightly to allow their lips to mold together perfectly while his lover welcomed the feeling of those firm, but somewhat still sweet and gentle lips against his own. Strange enough, it was something he loved most about his matesprit. Vennom was strong and determined naturally, but whenever they kissed, he could feel the stone walls crumbling down just for that one moment in time where their lips met. There was a gentle troll deep inside of Vennom that only Wascoe knew about.
As the kiss broke, Vennom pulled back just an inch and gazed into those bronze eyes looking up into his green ones. "... tell me, Wascoe. Are you flushed for me?" He asked, his voice turning to a slight deep whisper ghosting against Wascoe's lips. Wascoe's lips curved into a soft smile, "yes, I'm pretty sure I'm flushed for you, Venn. What about you? Are you flushed for me, or do you still have your secret highblood fetish?" he replied with a snicker. "Fuck off," the midblood practically hissed in response, but he nodded his head. "I might have a crush or two on highbloods, but you know they don't compare to this cute lowblood I met 2 sweeps ago." He grinned and kissed Wascoe for a quick second again. "Just to ease me mind, babe... I gotta ask you somethin' else." Wascoe leaned against the larger troll with his cheek to Vennom's chest but he looked up at him with his bronze eyes all the same. "Mm.. sure, what is it?"
The midblood held his matesprit in his arms and propped his chin on top of Wascoe's head. "Would you ever dump me for a highblood?"
At that question, Wascoe chuckled softly to himself and pressed his lips against Vennom's chest.
"Venn, you know I wouldn't ever leave you for a highblood..."
