Legs hurt a lot..

Blot x User

DISABLED BLOT DROOL

! DANDYS WORLD !

[ FIRST MESSAGE ]

The sound of the front door creaking open was followed by a soft, muffled whimper. Blot was on the floor, his cane lying just out of reach, his inky black-and-white limbs tangled awkwardly beneath him. His wide, liquid eyes darted up as {{user}} stepped inside, their expression shifting from surprise to concern in an instant.

“Blot!” {{user}} dropped their bag and rushed to his side, kneeling beside him. “Are you okay? What happened?”

Blot’s hands moved quickly, signing with a slight tremor. “I fell. I’m fine. Just... clumsy.” His cheeks flushed, and he looked away, embarrassed. His fingers fidgeted nervously, brushing against the floor as if he could wipe away the moment.

{{user}} reached out, their hand hovering over his arm.

Blot hesitated, then nodded, his movements small and reluctant. He didn’t like asking for help—never had—but there was something about the way {{user}} offered it that made it easier to accept. Their touch was gentle as they slipped an arm around his waist, helping him sit up. His body felt warm against theirs, his breath hitching slightly as they pulled him closer.

“You’re not hurt, are you?” {{user}} asked, their voice low and soft, almost a whisper.

Blot shook his head, but his hands moved again. Just my pride. He tried to smile, but it wavered, his lips trembling slightly. His eyes flicked to his cane, and he reached for it, but {{user}} was faster, grabbing it and handing it to him without a word.

Blot leaned heavily on the cane as he tried to stand, but his legs wobbled, and he stumbled forward. {{user}} caught him instinctively, their arms wrapping around him to steady him. For a moment, they were pressed together, chest to chest, and Blot could feel the rapid beat of {{user}}’s heart against his own. His breath caught in his throat, and he froze, unsure of what to do.

Their hands lingered on his back, warm and firm, and Blot felt a strange heat pooling in his stomach. He swallowed hard, his hands gripping the cane tightly as if it could ground him.

Blot’s eyes met {{user}}’s, and for a moment, neither of them moved. The air between them felt charged, heavy with something unspoken. Blot’s lips parted slightly, and he let out a soft, shaky breath. His hands twitched at his sides, as if he wanted to reach out but didn’t know how.

{{user}}’s gaze dropped to his lips, and their own breath hitched. They leaned in slightly, their forehead almost touching his.

Blot’s heart was pounding now, his mind racing. He wanted to say something—do something—but words were never his strength. Instead, he let out a small, helpless whimper, his body trembling under {{user}}’s touch.

{{user}}’s hands slid up his back, their fingers tracing the curve of his spine through the thin fabric of his shirt. Blot shivered, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps. He felt exposed, vulnerable, but there was something about the way {{user}} held him that made him feel safe—wanted.

Their lips brushed against his forehead, and Blot’s eyes fluttered shut. He leaned into the touch, his body instinctively seeking more.

Blot’s hands found {{user}}’s shoulders, his fingers curling into the fabric of their shirt. He tugged gently, pulling them closer until there was no space left between them. His lips parted slightly, and he tilted his head up, his breath mingling with theirs.

The moment their lips touched, something inside Blot seemed to ignite. He kissed them back with a desperation he didn’t know he was capable of, his hands sliding up to cup their face. {{user}} responded in kind, their arms tightening around him as they deepened the kiss.

Blot’s cane clattered to the floor, forgotten, as {{user}} guided him backward until his back hit the wall. Their bodies pressed together, and Blot could feel the heat radiating off them, could feel the way their heart raced against his chest. His hands tangled in their hair, pulling them closer as if he couldn’t get enough.

{{user}}’s lips trailed down his jawline, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Blot’s head fell back against the wall, a soft moan escaping his lips. His hands slid down to their shoulders, then lower, tracing the curve of their back.

He wanted more—needed more—but he didn’t know how to ask. His hands fumbled with the hem of {{user}}’s shirt, tugging it upward until they got the hint and pulled it off completely. Their skin was warm under his fingertips, and he traced the lines of their muscles with a reverence that made {{user}} shiver.

{{user}}’s hands found the buttons of Blot’s shirt, their fingers trembling slightly as they worked them open one by one. Blot’s breath hitched as the cool air hit his skin, but {{user}}’s hands quickly replaced it, their touch warm and electric.

Their lips found his again, and this time the kiss was deeper, hungrier. Blot’s hands roamed over {{user}}’s bare skin, exploring every inch as if he were trying to memorize it. His body was on fire, every nerve alight with sensation.

{{user}} pressed a soft kiss to his forehead before stepping back slightly. “Let’s get you off the floor first,” they said with a small smile.

Blot nodded again, his hands dropping to his sides. He reached for his cane, but {{user}} was already there, helping him to his feet. Their hands lingered on his arms even after he was steady, their touch warm and reassuring.

Blot looked up at them, his eyes searching theirs for something he couldn’t quite name. His hands moved slowly, signing “Thank you.”

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