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“You can try holding me in your sleep if you'd like.” That's how it started. A simple statement that at first made Sam feel awkward. His aphenphosmphobia might have been cured but he still wasn't fond of touch. Especially from those he hadn't known for long. So when he found the doll in his arms when he woke from a nightmare it was like a jolt to the system even as Dollman played it off. But after a while the suggestion felt… tempting.
The final extinction was no longer encroaching at least for a while and yet, as with Dooms, the nightmares never ceased. His grief hadn't exactly helped. His grief over Fragile, for his daughter's lost childhood, even for his late wife who had betrayed him but did her best to protect him and their child in the end… it all seemed too much. A vague, painful memory even wove its way into his thoughts. A memory of him and his wife sleeping soundly, together. The nightmares didn't stop but having someone by his side lessened them significantly. So he thought about the proposition more and more. It wasn't like him and Dollman were strangers anymore.
He hadn't known how to feel about the doll at first. From their abrupt first meeting after his months of grief (and him almost immediately telling Sam the truth of his hallucinations) to their first trek out, he was wary of the doll that hung in his side. He tried to make him feel better but he needed more than just words. But still he started to find solace in his voice. He was very soft spoken and wise and saw the positive in most things. Which Sam didn't understand after finding out how he got the way he did. But there was something they both related to. They were both grieving fathers…
So he thought to at least humor the suggestion.
The first night had been… awkward. Sam had forgotten what it felt like to have someone in the bed with him even if Dollman was tiny in comparison. Sam was definitely scared of crushing him if he tossed and turned wrong but Dollman reassured him.
“I'm stronger than that, Sam. You should know that by now.” And he should have, seeing all the things he's survived at his side. Hell he'd been inclined to throw him at a few enemies and he held his own quite well. But even with the awkwardness, the nightmares didn't come knocking and Sam woke up refreshed for the first time in forever.
So then they had a routine. After a long day of making deliveries and just checking up on all the peppers he would pick up Dollman gingerly and place him on his chest. He would then make himself comfortable almost like a cat and they would sleep. Sam's nightmares weren't gone and so some nights he still woke with a start, but those days Dollman would hush him gently and tell him everything was okay.
And then after that more often than not Sam would wake first always the light sleeper and would look to see how Dollman had curled himself in his sleep this time. There was always a fondness as he watched, sometimes he even patted the top of his head, only the lightest touches so he could sleep longer. Then he would wake and look up at Sam with those soft eyes and they would start their day. Something seemed to blossom in those moments. Something that grew until they could deny it no longer.
It came to a head one morning when Sam woke up and felt Dollman at his neck instead of at his chest as usual. He was softly snoozing and Sam chuckled before rubbing his back gently. He sighed, his body still sore even after a good night's sleep. So he just laid there eyes closed and let his mind wander as his companion continued to sleep. It went to many different things, how his life was, the people he lost, the people he loved… a familiar face popping up before him as he thought of that. Kind eyes that held so much emotion even while wooden. Pink lips and a puppet-like mouth that spoke to him softly even at his darkest moments. He wondered, just for a moment, how they would feel against his own…
Sam's eyes shot open and he sat up abruptly sending the poor doll flying. Dollman grumbled as he tried to right himself before looking up at Sam with concern.
“You alright Sam?” He didn't know. He couldn't even look at the doll as he patted his leg gently trying to calm his nerves. He suddenly couldn't breathe.
“Y-yeah. Nightmare. You know... I'm gonna go take a shower,” he said. Dollman nodded then reached his arms up for Sam to help him back into his spot. He did quickly before leaving the room and heading straight for the shower. He turned the water on and then stood there trying to understand what was happening.
He tried to rationalize with himself. It was just an intrusive thought. It didn't mean anything. He didn't want to kiss him, not at all it was just his half awake brain giving him strange thoughts. But the more he tried to convince himself the more he dwelled on it. It was just illogical. How would it even work? But still the idea of pressing his lips to Dollman's was… intriguing.
He didn't have much experience in that area mostly due to his aphenphosmphobia, having only kissed two people his entire life. So why now was he imagining yet another? Still he couldn't help but think about it. How would the other react? Would he try to push him away, stating that they were friends and nothing more and then there would be this awkwardness afterwards? Or… would he kiss back, or try as best he could? How would he feel against his lips, solid? Or would they give more than the rest of his body? Would he whine against his lips if he touched him… there? If they went further would he call out his na-
“Five minutes are up. Thank you,” the robotic voice sounded and the shower stopped taking him out of his thoughts. Fuck. He was now more confused than he was when he got in. But he had to continue and maybe just maybe he could push it down for another time to deal with.
He walked back into the room to Dollman, humming and kicking his little legs. God…
“Hey Sam! Have a good shower?” Sam just nodded as he got ready for the day. “You know I've heard Rainy needs some more feed for her birds if you'd like to pay her a visit.” Again he nodded only half listening which made him feel a little guilty. Finally he picked Dollman up and placed him on his hip, trying to ignore the fact that he was definitely noticing his weight against his thigh.
Sam didn't have any plans for the day but he knew he needed out of the Magellan. The Australian horizon was in front of him and the world was his to explore freely, the Drawbridge Q-pid making his life much easier. So he just went to the nearest property and started there. After a while he sighed again before stretching his shoulder and rubbing at it.
“Are you sore Sam? Maybe we should hit up the hot springs. They always help with that. It's also just a nice day for a good soak,” Dollman suggested. Sam couldn't deny that it sounded like a great idea. He remembered seeing something on the Social Strand that there was a warm spot in the mountains near somebody's base. He looked at his map and found where and charted a course.
After a moment of searching and digging the hot spring was ready to jump in. Sam did gladly, his aching bones feeling a bit better in the warm water. Dollman swam around happily humming and just enjoying the warmth of the spring as it soaked into him. Sam watched him curiously, with such fondness that it overpowered the overall fear of this new feeling. Then another thought popped into his head.
“Hey,” he called out and Dollman stopped to look at him.
“Yes, Sam?”
“Why do you swim in your suit? You can change can't you?” he asked. Dollman nodded.
“Yes I can but uh I'd rather not burden you more than I already do. I can't exactly pull them off with these doll arms,” he said, gesturing his arms with a chuckle. But Sam knew better. “Besides, I feel like air drying lets me keep the benefits for longer.” He stretched out and leaned back in the water as he floated.
“Dollman, you're not a burden,” he said softly. Dollman said nothing for a moment, thinking before turning to him again.
“I-I know that I just-” A ringing sound interrupted him and then they heard the staticky voice of Rainy through a speaker.
“Hey Sam! I hope you're not too busy because I really need your help. This girl has not been letting me move too much since she started growing again and I was wondering if you could deliver some packages for me,” she said a bit sheepishly. Now that the continent was connected stillbaby syndrome had dropped and even Rainy's little one was starting to grow again. He'd remembered what it was like when Lucy was that far along and decided he couldn't just leave her hanging.
“We're on our way.”
“Thank you so much! Don't forget to pop in and visit for a bit, okay?” Then she was gone.
“Well, let's get going Sam.”
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After delivering the important packages and doing a few other deliveries Sam was ready to end the day. He pulled back up to Rainy's base to visit and probably spend the night since he was too exhausted to drive any longer. When he opened the door Rainy was there waiting for them.
“Come come! I have a surprise for you guys!” she said excitedly. The surprise had been a fresh, home cooked meal that seemed to warm the body and soul. Sam ate his fill until he was almost uncomfortable and Dollman sat and watched while talking about how much he missed food.
“Don't worry, little man. I made you something too. Being stuck here has given me a new hobby so-” she reached behind her and pulled out a little box, “here. I hope you like it.” Dollman took it delicately and opened it. Inside was what looked like a set of blue pajamas that were doll sized. His eyes lit up as he looked at her.
“Thank you. You didn't have to do this,” he said as he picked them up examining them. “They feel so soft!”
“I know I don't have to. But I care about you and you need more of a wardrobe than just your suit,” she said with a knowing smile. He nodded, hands fiddling with the fabric as they continued their conversation. After a while Sam could barely keep his eyes open so he told Rainy goodnight before heading to the room. As he unloaded everything else he rubbed at his shoulders again though this time they were significantly less sore.
“You were right. The hot springs were a great idea,” he said before picking him up and bringing him on the bed. As he did he could tell there was a question on his mind but didn't want to vocalize it. “What is it?” Dollman seemed to jump at the words before sighing.
“I uh- was wondering if you could help me with my new clothes. I know you said I wasn't a burden but still,” he said wringing his hands. “I feel… guilty asking you. After… well everything.” He knew what he meant. What they did to get him to connect the continent of Australia. The lies. He could tell Dollman still felt culpable in it all. But Sam didn't hold grudges.
“C'mon. Let me help you.”
So Dollman sat and helped as much as he could as Sam undressed him. His suit jacket was first easily slipping off his shoulders and Sam tried to keep his breath steady as he did. There was something so… intimate about this and it wasn't just the fact that he was undressing him. Still he continued, pulling the sweater vest underneath over his head. Now all that was left was his button up shirt. It took a moment, Sam's fingers fiddling with the buttons as they were so small just like the rest of the man in front of him, but he got it eventually. Dollman shucked it the rest of the way off, stretching his arms as he did so.
“That feels much better,” he had to admit. But Sam wasn't listening, at least not fully. He was too busy taking in the sight in front of him. Underneath the button up was more skin painted wood just like his face and hands. Soft indentions made up his chest before the wood segmented for another joint underneath that led to his smooth stomach. Sam had not seen so much of Dollman before and he wanted to touch-
“Sam are you alright?” Sam was once again snapped out of his thoughts and saw Dollman looking back at him curiously. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck!
“Yeah I just I-” he stuttered before Dollman reached out and put his hand on his. Sam's mouth snapped shut as he let his hand guide him. Dollman just brought it closer at first letting him get used to it or pull away before continuing. He turned it so Sam's palm was facing him before he brought it flush to his body sending a shiver through him. He was just so warm compared to his wooden doll body. He looked at Sam, eyes half lidded.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked softly, voice barely above a murmur. Sam's mouth was suddenly dry and so he just nodded. Dollman's body was like the rest of him, a blend of flesh and wood from the possession that was a few degrees cooler. He leaned his head against a finger. “You can do whatever you'd like,” again softly, tantalizingly. Sam started to shake his head, too much… implication in those words but Dollman stopped him. “I'm not easily broken.” That seemed to break him out of his stupor as he finally grabbed him fully and pressed him against the bed.
Sam hovered above him, mind repeating tiny, tiny, tiny, oh so tiny, before kissing him. It wasn't like any of the kisses he had before, both being with humans, but it wasn't bad. He could tell Dollman was trying his best to kiss back, his lips and mouth moving, well woodenly, but he made it work. It was soft at first, slow and languid as they found their rhythm with each other but somewhere during that there was a shift. At some point Sam had squeezed him just a little tighter causing his breath to hitch before he let out a soft almost inaudible whine. But Sam heard it, and it resonated through his head. And he wanted- no needed to hear more of them.
He pulled away, a string of spit connecting them so obscene that he went back for another kiss before remembering what he had wanted to do. He pulled back eyes closed, trying to clear his mind for a moment before looking back down at him. Dollman was splayed beneath him, his arms above his head as he looked at him with half lidded eyes, begging to be touched. And so Sam did, fingers moving tentatively over every notch in his wooden skin. It was such a strange feeling, so solid but also soft in ways wood wasn't. Like how he could see the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, watching as it hitched when his fingertip ran over where his nipple would have been.
“Sam,” he said somewhere between a whisper and a prayer. Sam continued dragging his finger down his stomach and to his pants. Dollman sucked in a breath as he did his best to unbuckle his belt without ruining it. He succeeded and so he moved to pull them down. There were no underwear underneath so he was met with more skin color wood. Dollman averted his eyes as Sam registered what he was seeing. It wasn't smooth but it also wasn't defined. It was almost like a crude carving that you would find on things pre-stranding.
“I know it's not-” Dollman started but it was cut off by a moan when Sam pressed the pad of his finger against it. He traced it just like he had the other parts of Dollman and he arched as he did. He kept going, fingers tracing circles as Dollman whined. It didn't take long before the doll practically seized with a long moan before falling limp. Sam couldn't help but just stare in bewilderment as Dollman hid his face with his hands.
“D-did you just-” but Dollman put up a hand.
“Not a word,” he said threateningly but there was no heat behind it. He laid there and caught his breath before finally pulling his hand away, though he still didn't look at Sam. “It's… it's been awhile,” he said sheepishly, a flush apparent on his face. Sam's mind was racing, he’s so cute but also that was so hot swirling before he realized his own predicament. He pressed his hand against the bulge in his pants and stifled the groan that threatened to come out. Dollman finally looked up at him before following the length of his arm. “Oh.”
He leaned back down and captured the doll's mouth once more as he palmed himself. He did his best to undo them before shoving the hand inside and gripping himself groaning against Dollman's lips. He licked at his lips softly, asking for entrance when he felt his mouth drop open. He lapped inside feeling the grain against his tongue and tasting wood the way you would after an ice cream but somehow more delectable. As he jerked himself with one hand his other explored more of Dollman's body. He rubbed at him again causing him to whine in oversensitivity swallowing the sounds greedily. He felt hands on his face pushing so he pulled away.
“Sam please,” Dollman said breathlessly. But Sam didn't listen as he kept stroking him, tiny hands clutched around his finger as he kept up his painfully pleasurable ministrations. Sam leaned down and started to kiss his neck and shoulder as he whined.
“Just one more. You can do that can't you? For me?” he whispered gruffly before licking the shell of his ear. The doll shivered but nodded, hands leaving his finger and pressing his face once more. Sam stroked himself languidly as he continued to pleasure him, tongue moving lower and lower before meeting his finger. He replaced it, tongue tracing the grooves now as he felt tiny hands pull at his hair.
“Sam!” Dollman keened. His hips seemed to move on their own volition, thrusting up to meet Sam's tongue as he continued to lap over the carvings. “Oh goodness, oh wow, oh god, oh Sam,” he repeated like a mantra and Sam couldn't help but chuckle at his partner's resistance to curse. It took longer but not too long before the doll came again with a cry, thighs shaking around Sam's head as he did. But still he didn't stop continuing to lick as he felt his hair being tugged. “Please, please, please,” he begged breathlessly and Sam finally relented.
He pulled back, tongue still out, and looked down at Dollman again. He was shaking, a sheen of spit on his body from where Sam's tongue had been, so filthy. Dollman put a hand between his legs, his thighs also pressing together shielding himself from any more attacks as he tried to come down. Sam jerked himself almost painfully slow, just watching, thumb running over the head to catch any precum. Another thought burst into his head then as he continued to stroke. How would he look next to it? He hissed at the thought, Dollman's body wrapped around his cock as he tried his best. He wrapped his fingers around the base.
“Fuck,” he muttered. He hadn't known when he closed his eyes but when he did Dollman was once again looking at him, eyes bouncing between his face and his hand that was wrapped around his dick. He sat up with shaky arms, before reaching up and touching Sam's face again.
“Sit back, Sam.” And so he did, pulling away and sitting back against the bed. Dollman crawled over before tugging on Sam's pants. “I uh- need a little help with these,” he chuckled. Sam moved him before pushing down his pants and tossing them to the side.
Now at his side, Dollman crawled closer, tracing one of the many handprints that covered Sam's body. He then crawled into his lap legs hanging off the side of his thigh as he came up to his cock. He ran a hand up and down causing it to twitch. Another then went to his head, running a finger over the slit before dipping in just a bit causing Sam to hiss. He pulled back and wrapped his hands the best he could around it and moved his hands up and down. It wasn't much but Sam groaned all the same due to how damn small he looked next to it and how he tried.
“What are you thinking about, Sam?” he asked suddenly, though he stayed concentrated on his task. His hands stroked up and down slowly, expertly, hitting all the sensitive spots as best he could. Sam bit his lip. Dollman looked up at him expectantly.
“How tiny you are and how my dick nearly towers over you and how I wanna-” he cut himself off there. He just couldn't voice that. He groaned, thrusting up into his hands before they stopped.
“You wanna what?” Dollman asked as his hand ran over his slit catching the precum there. Teasing. Well Sam deserved it after what he'd done. Dollman leaned in and kissed it, or well pressed his lips against it. “Hmmm?”
“I-” Sam could feel his face was hot and he couldn't tell if it was shame or just excitement. “I wanna wrap you around my cock and use you to jerk off,” he said finally. Dollman was quiet for a moment and he felt mortified. Was that too far? But god thinking about it again made his dick twitch.
“Alright,” he said simply. He wrapped his arms around his cock and squeezed. “Come on then.” Sam went dizzy at how fast his blood rushed south.
“Are you sure?” Dollman nodded.
“You already made me…” he hesitated, “orgasm twice, it's the least I could do,” he finished sheepishly. That was true but still it felt different. Even so, Sam wrapped his hand around Dollman pressing him flush against his cock. He lifted him up moaning as he did, the ridges of his body creating such an interesting feeling. Dollman hissed, being pressed completely against Sam's cock meant his own genitals were once again being stimulated, overly so. But still he bore it and watched as Sam found pleasure.
It took a bit before he found a comfortable rhythm but when he did he didn't want to stop. The way Dollman rubbed against his cock, arms hitting all the right spots around his head and he could feel his shaky legs against the base. Just the sight was lewd, Dollman's face still flush as he moaned almost painfully from being overwhelmed but he still let Sam take. And maybe he shouldn't have found it hot but he did. Maybe because after putting his body on the line constantly someone was giving theirs to him completely. He couldn't help but relish it just a little bit. He sped up his strokes, precum making the slide easier, as he threw his head back.
“Feels so fucking good,” he grunted. Dollman couldn't say he agreed even though he swore he could feel the wave of yet another orgasm start to crest.
“Sam,” he said barely above a whisper. “I- I'm-” He couldn't even finish his words because he was so overwhelmed. But Sam didn't let up.
“You're what hmm?” he asked though he never faltered in his strokes. Dollman shook his head knowing he wouldn't be able to even form a sentence at this rate. Sam laughed lightly. “Are you gonna cum again? God I wonder how many I could wring out of you if we had the time.” He once again quickened his hand, feeling himself on the precipice.
Dollman couldn't think, everything too much. He lost his grip, hands hanging limply at his side. It wasn't long before his third and final (he hoped) orgasm of the night hit him like a freight train almost completely blindsiding him. He seized and let out a painful mewl as Sam continued his assault. As he came down it was just too much and he started to thrash in his grasp trying to find a way to get himself free and away from this painful pleasure.
Sam knew he was fucked up because it wasn't long after Dollman had started to struggle he came. Hard. It had hit so hard it felt like it nearly knocked the wind out of him. He felt as the cum hit his stomach so high it was almost at his chest. God. He could've blamed it on being built up from not doing it in so long but he knew the truth. He liked feeling him struggle. Still after a few more pumps he released himself and pulled Dollman off of him. He brought him closer to examine and saw he was covered in it, shame and also lust hot in his belly.
“You alright?” he asked softly. Dollman didn't say anything or even move for a moment and Sam got worried before he finally nodded. He opened his eyes though one more squinty than the other.
“I think you got some in my eye.” He chuckled and relief flooded through Sam.
“Sorry,” he said sincerely. “Let's get you cleaned up.” He walked over to the sink turning the water on warm before splashing and cleaning Dollman's face and body gently. When he was deemed clean enough, Sam dried him off before bringing him back to the bed. He put the pj's on him and he sighed contentedly.
“These are nice,” he said, eyes falling closed. Sam laid back, even more exhausted than before in the best way, before Dollman's eyes snapped open as he sat up. “Oh god.”
“Hmmm,” Sam hummed, already falling asleep. He cracked an eye open to see Dollman blushing once again.
“I really hope these walls are sound proof,” he said finally before curling up on Sam's chest. He was hit with a wave of embarrassment but it dissipated quickly due to his exhaustion.
“Shit,” he mumbled. He guessed they'd find out in the morning. He brought Dollman close, gave him a kiss, and finally drifted off into sleep.