Lower stomach feelings

Author note: I’ve been feeling utterly exhausted emotionally and physically. Here’s some cathartic stuff hopefully, I guess. I feel like trauma is an empty bag you can’t open and fill up, it’s a cruel light thing you carry and it attaches to you tightly.

This is the direct sequel to Spaghetti Family, but it’s a loose sequel, for the fandom Don’t Hug me I’m scared. I am feeling a bit broken up inside and split up, too, so this kind of helps with my dysphoria in body/mind and my seasonal depression though it helps that summer is over now. I like cold weather much better than summer. This series is good because it helps me try to pull apart trauma. This is in Harry’s perspective (Red Guy). There is an explicit sexual warning here, so no one under eighteen please.

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Part one, lower stomach feelings

The last few days had been so horrible, so shitty, so awful, I knew Robin and I needed to let out some steam.

We put Manny to bed, kissed him good night and read him some bedtime stories. He made us promise we’d never leave him, and that broke my heart.

“Oh of course, we love you, Manny. We will stay here with you, always,” Robin says gently and I nod, hugging him as I tuck him in bed.

“Yeah, bud, we love you. And… we will stick together,” I say softly and he moves under the blanket.

I take Robin by the hand.

“Good night, sleep well,” I say.

“Good night, and love you guys!” Manny says happily.

“Love you too!” Robin and I said together, which made us chuckle and then look at each other.

We closed his door with a bit of a slight inch of light in between so Manny wouldn’t be in total darkness, and we held each other’s hands tight as we let out a combined exhale of exhaustion.

“Harry, I am so… I feel a bit of overwhelming feelings inside of me right now. Do you?” He swung our arms back and forth as we walked to our room.

“Yes. I do. It’s been a crazy, psycho time for all of us. Especially for you, love.” I lean in and peck his cheek and he groans in a whimper, and I bit my lip, but it turns out to be my long stringy hair I accidentally bite into.

I spit it out, and Robin gives me an odd look. “What’s wrong?”

“I accidentally put my hair in my mouth.”

“Ohh… weird!” Robin commented.

“Yeah. A bit. Hey, so those overwhelming things you feel…” I put my hand in my hair self consciously. “You got any tension built up? Like pressure?”

“Pressure? Like what?” Robin goes to open our door and goes to our bed.

“Yeah, like… in your lower belly, y’know?” I mutter, going to sit down with him.

“Hmm. Yes. I do. Especially when I look at you, Harry,” Robin says with a soft sigh, his hands moving slowly to touch his belly, then moving to touch my stomach. “How’s your stomach?”

I lean closer to his touch. “It’s okay. Though only because you’re touching it.”

“Then.. should I touch it more?”

I nod.

“Yes, my love. Please,” I mewl out, and as he does our mouths crash (well his beak against my mouth) together like cymbals, but more mushy and perfect and wet.

He crawls in between my legs and runs against my hot musty in between, licking it in long strokes and short ones, and it feels like heaven, a shiver of something like intense pressure leaving and building up, with tingles of coursing pleasure——and he makes a slurping sound.

“Tastes like how I dreamed your meat would, my heart,” Robin says in a seductive drawl.

“But, uh, darling? We’re puppets… I don’t have…” I say and he shushes me.

“You got such a big, perfect cock I don’t know how I’ll handle it but I am so eager to take it, I have been trying to see if my ass could fit such a perfect cock…”

I moan in surprise at his naughty words as he licks me again and sucks at me; kissing my thighs and leaving trails of his love down my inner parts that are red and soft and hungry.

“And you like it?” I say shyly, and he giggles immaturely.

“Oh, you must be joking, I am in love with it. Like I’m in love with… with..” I feel him climb on top of me and our eyes meet. “Like I’m in love with you.”

“I love you too, so much.”

We kiss with tongue until morning hits, our rocking bodies as we motion our love making into life, our late night whimpers and whispers of love so perfectly earth bound even in our hell ridden lives.

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Part two: Looking at you all night

“Ohhh fuck!” Robin cried out, my long tongue circling around his open legs and hot seam, and I lick him and tongue fuck my beloved until he’s crying and squeezing my shoulders and humping my face, pulling at my hair, and I am so happy.

Today we had two teachers and they were so dull and honestly boring as shit.

Manny at least wasn’t hurt and we were okay, but still, it was a tedious thing to deal with and though I made a deal with Lesley to keep our family safe, Robin and I needed to have another go at our lovemaking sessions together once the night came and Manny went to sleep after dinner.

Suddenly, after he rides out the last waves of his orgasm, he climbs on top of me and starts teasing my own warmth, his feathery hands fingering my opening seam, as my legs spread.

“Dirty, dirty boy,” Robin whispers.

“Fuck me,” I whimper as we kiss, and he slides his fingers in my mouth, “Get it good and wet,” he says and then lower until he reaches my wanting red plush—he pumps his fingers inside of me, slowly and hotly.

“Mmm…Ahh!”

“Too much?” Robin asks gently and I shake my head.

“Not enough. I want your cock..” I say without thinking and feel my face heat up.

Robin grins. “Soon, my darling. Wait, and be a smart boy.”

“I thought I was—Uh, ahhh…!” I feel an intense pressure as he angles his two fingers in a scissor like fashion and I cry out, “dirty boy…” I slur out, and Robin chuckles in a sleazy way.

“You are my dirty boy,” Robin says, kissing me passionately.

“Your feathers tickle…” I say in between my moans, whimpering as my legs are spread wider by his eyes and loving hands.

“Good. They are there for your dirty mind to remember later,” Robin whispers near my mouth as our tongues collide.

He brings me to a different kind of orgasm, the kind I can’t even understand how deeply it goes—-but it relieves my anxiety and pressure deep inside, a crescendo of ultimate euphoria.

We collide naked, kissing light, leaky pecks over each other’s faces, and hold each other tight as we slumber like we had just walked hundreds of miles.

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Part three: we may be in a puppet form but we can build up passion

We wake up early and Robin gives me such a daring idea in his hot look that I crave his touch.

“Get on top of me.”

I do, and he digs his hands into my hips, as we grind into our hot greedy fringes.

“When we were human.. did we fuck a lot too?” Robin asks me in a curious moment, kissing my face, looking for my mouth.

“I think… we were nervous..” I chuckle, and Robin titters in between his growing moans, as I try to move closer (I can’t seem to get close enough to his sexy body I need to be closer to him than my own skin), twisting my body so our legs intertwine, and we can grind faster and quicker and harder. He finds my mouth and licks the outline of it like it’s a sexual hole, and fervently kisses my mouth in little pecks over and over until my tongue slides in and we drink in our goopy flavors, still grinding against each other, rocking slowly then gently then fast then hard.

“How.. mmmpph!” Robin moans loudly in between his speech as he hit a particularly sensitive point in his hot seam, his arms above his head, his face covered in tears from pleasure. “How is this so damn good?”

I kiss him passionately with my tongue and say, “Because you’re the love of my life, Robin.”

Robin pauses and hits a bunch of keys that sound like ivory black and white notes of high and low and something so squeaky and rich I cannot define the sound. It was so beautiful.

“Oh, f-fuck…!” I throw my head back, crying out, moaning my darling’s name in a blissful scream, as we blissfully come in waves that feel like spikes of electric heaven.

There was the phantom problem of our hot secondary limbs being taken—but that didn’t stop us from from making love, from loving each other, from enjoying our love like a perfectly magical dream.

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