"You're tense..." Host signed as their small partner sat on their lap. Mike had a flushed expression, feeling Host's thumbs gently rub his shoulders.

"O-Oh, no.... It's nothin', hah... Don't worry 'bout me..." He managed to respond as his tail swished back and forth, failing to hide how nervous he was.

"I heard this is meant to be relaxing..." Host lifted their hands to sign, their flustered chuckle making Mike smile as well, even if it only did so much to ease his nerves for what they were about to do. "If you want me to stop, just say so..."

"You're fine, honey..." Mike reassured them, feeling their fingers on his back again "Just first time jitters..."

He heard Host snicker a bit with this, their hands were always so careful with him.

"Is it true...?"

"Wh-What...?" Mike was taken aback by the whispered sound of Host's voice. It usually pained them to speak, but whispering had always seemed like the exception even if the larger darkner found signing to be more practical.

"Th-that you're... s... sensitive... to sound... And wh...whispers..." Despite the croakiness of their voice, there was still a certain gentle softness to it. And Mike could feel a tingling sensation in the back of his head at the sound of it as well as their warm breathing.

"Host, y'know you don't gotta force yourself to speak for me..." Mike spoke quietly as well, but instead heard them snicker playfully.

"What if I want to?" They signed, a hint of mischief on their expression..

"Ya sure...?" Mike leaned back against their torso, holding their right hand as he placed a kiss on the back of it.

Host simply nodded "Uhm... Af...Afterall.. My h...hands... are busy..." They continued, their hands going back to massaging his shoulders.

"O-Of course..." Mike spoke quietly, his tail curling excitedly, feeling their fingers climb up the back of his head.

"You didn't... answer... me..." They whispered, fingers tapping ever so gently, making the small mic quiver at the sensation. He wasn't new to being touched in the head, but it was general etiquette that that was the off-limits area for any Microphone Darkner like himself.

"Y-Yes... I-It's true... Sensitive..." He closed his eyes, Host didn't need him to say this. They knew him well enough already, and the way he allowed them to do as they pleased with him was more than enough to represent his trust.

"S...Sensitive... to touch...? S...Sound...?" The TV darkner asked in a whisper, and Mike almost wondered if they were dragging the S's on purpose like they dragged their fingers over the sides of his head.

"V-Very sensitive... N-NO! I mean... It's... Sound's very... O-Overwhelming... And touch... Both are..."

He could barely focus his thoughts, getting Host to flush as they kept their gentle brushing motion, embarrassed over how aroused his reaction made them "Has this... always been a thing... Mikey...? it's fun..."

"I... I think...?" He was breathing warmly, holding his legs together, the sensation crawled down his neck and throughout his body, and it was incredibly arousing "I-I dunno... I... In this context, I m-mean..."

"Shhh..." They hushed him, picking him up and placing a kiss on the side of his head. The static fuzziness of their screen made him purr in response as he leaned towards them "So fussy..."

"Hnn... I love you..." He muttered, getting a smile from Host who leaned towards him in reciprocation, allowing him to sit by their lap again as their hands kept feeling the back of his neck.

Mike focused on the sensation, before his thoughts were interrupted by a wet sensation of something trying to burrow between his legs. He glanced down and smiled at the sight, being quick to recognize his partner's tentacle cock that demanded his attention.

Host had gone back to being quiet, aside from their huffed breathing against his neck. They noticed Mike's reaction, letting out a quiet cry when he wrapped his legs around the nosy apendage, feeling it rub against his crotch.

"Heh... Was this your plan all along...?" Mike teased, getting a silent laugh from his larger partner, who then nibbled on his shoulder, sharp fangs maybe a bit too close for comfort.

"What did you think this was?" They signed smugly, getting a smirk from Mike who tightened his grip with his legs, getting another whimper from the TV darkner.

"Hng... Slow build-up, elegant segway to somethin' more primal... Not you makin' a mess of my best suit..." Mike stated, getting Host to pause the nibbling for a moment, then smirking and nibbling it again.

"It's in the way..." They signed "Take it off..."

"In a bit, my love..." Mike just huffed at the slow grinding sensation of the fussy tentacle rubbing against his crotch, the way it squirmed between his legs reassured him that his partner was enjoying themself, and despite how overwhelmed he was, Mike would be lying if he denied any enjoyment of his own.

Host breathing on his back paired with everything else was leaving him very stimulated as he closed his eyes, feeling a hand on the back of his head as another reached towards the hem of his pants. His tiny hands couldn't do much to stop Host, but they sure could guide them, feeling the warm wet breathing on his back.

He smirked as his thighs aided in their desperate grinding motion. In public, Host wouldn't be caught dead acting in any way other than pleasant and dignified, they were extremely weary of their image and there was almost a misleading innocence that they seemed to radiate, but Mike knew better. In moments like this, they got to see a more raw side of them, heavy breathing, their fangs bare, there was an almost primal side to it, but still familiar, still gentle, still cautious not to hurt their small partner.

Mike simply turned his head as Host began to rub a finger on his crotch, and their other hand simply cupped him carefully. He huffed, their hand pulling down his pants, he was just as aroused, feeling their dick rub against him. He was still retracted, a sensitive tip poking out as their fingers stimulated him.

"Bit... shy... today..." They purred, getting a quiet moan from Mike as their free hand caressed his face while the other carefully stroked his crotch as the smaller darkner's member revealed itself and seemed to follow their fingers.

Smiling, Host allowed it to curl itself around their thumb and their index finger, stimulating it in their hand's motion, and feeling Mike's warm breath on other hand. They let go of the slippery tentacle as it wriggled, craving the warm motion. His legs had been trembling, loosening the former grip he had on his partner, as their member reached to wrap around his own, which followed the stimulating motion.

Host had gone silent once more, huffing in pleasure at the sensation of the two wet appendages wrapping around each other. Mike simply kept his mouth covered, a quiet moan escaping him once in a while.

This often seemed to work for them, instinctive motion feeling just right, improved by some assistance as Host gently wrapped their hand around the two members, rubbing and rhythmically pumping the two of them, just slow enough not to overwhelm. Besides, Mike's size often required special care and attention, and Host was never not aware of his limitations.

[ Never finished this one but I like this drabble so I'm sharing :) ]