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[ there's another rush of air out - - he wishes he could feel the full extent of this, even the pain, because he knows just that edge of it would make everything feel all the better.

not that it doesn't feel good now. it feels amazing, and once he gets a bit more used to it his fingers travel back up to Sett's ear, petting like a reward. at the question he shakes his head - - not certain if Sett is looking, but he really doesn't have any higher priorities than this at the moment.

he's a bit restricted in what he can do in turn but he can tilt his knee up, aim to put pressure between Sett's legs. ]

[Yesssss, pet him, he's doing welllll. He feels the shake more than sees it, as he was working his way up Aphelios' neck, leaving little red bruises where they'd peak over the collar just a little. His his his his...

His head just drops at that first grind, and he indulges, pushing back against it, the seam of the fabric between them almost TOO irritating right now.]

[ he's doing very well!! he rubs at the base of his ear before gently running fingertips over the soft back of it, his mouth parted with soft, quick little breaths for air as Sett leaves his marks upwards. his head tips to give him more room, further encouragement, and his leg rocks against Sett's groin, his hips raising in part with his leg to help with that.

his other knee braces against the bed for more leverage, the rest of his body arced up as if to get as close to Sett as he can. ]

[It's a rough groan. The WANT in those movements are almost as much as the fiction dragging across his cock. His hand finds Phel's ass and with a squeeze, helps that lift, shoving himself against the willing body below him, pushing Phel against his hip.]

[ he finds himself wishing he could have another hand -- he wants to grab Sett's hip and pull him down against himself, he wants to keep petting his ears, he wants to keep his hand at Sett's spine, he wants to be able to push against the mattress too for better leverage ...

ah.

wait.

it's soundless, when Aphelios' tentacles materialize, their source at the center of his back, but Sett can likely see them. they're not touching him (for now), at least, more materializing just to be able to brace under Aphelios and help keep him pressed up against the other man. ]

[There's a moment where Sett's ear flicks in Aphelios' fingers, twitching as he watches that strange spread of tentacles under his... his boyfriend? His best friend? The man whose hands are driving him fucking wild right now and is wearing too many DAMN clothes.

There's that flood of sensation at the press at the back of his spine, where a tail should have been, and the gentle pull at his ears. He can't decide if he wants to bite harder and leave a mark that will last or roll over or both...

A little more clearheaded? He might have had a little spark of reservation, but right now, he's just catching his breath as that renewed contact drags against him even further. He's a little dazed as he pulls one of those up, burning red across his face, draws it into his mouth.

He just really is curious if it tastes like Phel does.]

[ oh - -

Sett had been so freaked out by the tentacles before he honestly didn't expect him to go for it. one tentacle helps keep Aphelios pulled up and stable while Sett has the other one in his hand and - -

in his mouth; Aphelios gasps, a human hand of his lifting to cover his mouth. it will taste... strange. dry, not slimy, but not salty like regular human skin. it's clear Aphelios can feel it, though - - there's a soft sound like a whine, surprised at the intensity of it. ]

[He was already starting to pull back when that whine hits him, and his eyes widen a little.

The realization of how strange this all is hasn't even HIT yet.

Fuck it. It's almost shy, a tentative attempt to suck on it. Just, you know, to see.]

[ Aphelios shudders, open - - it feels... weird, scandalous, but it's really really good for all that. the tentacle section wriggles in the his mouth, a live thing, and the tip gently presses down against the back of Sett's tongue. ]

[This is so weird, this is so weird but it's hard not to feel the pressure and weight and NOT think about Phel's dick. It's hard not to have his mouth hang open a bit at that nudge, breath sucking in around it.

So he just looks up, meets the other man's eyes as his tongue wraps around it, pressing along the odd wriggling curves and then hollowing his cheeks as he draws his head back, letting it go.]

[ it's definitely hard for Aphelios not to think about his own dick in this very moment. when he arches again with a soft, rough sound of pleasure his erection will be obvious pressed against Sett, and having a tentacle sucked off is just encouraging that.

his free tentacle curves, shifts to slide down Sett's spine then cup his ass... and gives it a little spank, no real force behind it but just to see how Sett reacts. they're very handy appendages. ]

[It's not hard. But it's also a good thing the tentacle was OUT of his mouth by that point. That's a PITCHED sound from Sett.]

PHEL!?!

[ - - laughs, shoulders shaking, the tentacle rubbing soothing against his ass before there's another lil smack. ]

[He squirms a bit at that gentle rub, and then jolts again at the next little slap, his head falling against Phel's chest. The sting is such a contrast to the way the friction following jolts through them.]

haa... [It's a little pant, catching on his vocal cords. He grabs a handful of the hem of Phel's pants and gives it a hard, hasty tug. Off.]

[ that will work - - mostly, Aphelios has to lift his hips again and help kick them off the rest of the way. the same tentacle tip that spanked him will work under his hemline, another hand lifting up to help return the favor, an equal eagerness and haste to it. ]

[He pulls up that one tentacle BECAUSE SOMEHOW THAT'S THE LINE??] I got it! I got it.

[He only pauses to fish out a small container of lube from the pockets before throwing them carelessly off the mattress. That's a problem for Later Sett.]

[ - - okay, he laughs at that reaction. his hands are freed temporarily so he can sign at him, ]

"Tentacles, yes or no?"

[ just so he can be absolutely clear. ]

[MATH MEME.PNG IS GOING ON ON HIS FACE RIGHT NOW, AS HE WATCHES THE TENTACLES EARS TWITCHING.

It's weird.

But his EXPRESSION.

The taste was weird.

But the flexibility and they're STRONG.

He's never going to look at a Bilgewater Vastaya the same again.

Fuck them, he WASN'T LOOKING AT THEM ANYWAY.

...]

...

... Yeah. S'okay.

"Hot."

[ sorry he's like this.

the tentacles shift - - trailing suckers against Sett's skin, wrapping around his waist and giving him a firm squeeze, some of that strength shown. ]

"I can feel a lot more of you like this."

[He'd be lying if the little pinch and draw of the suckers wasn't a NICE kind of interesting. Or the squeeze didn't get an answering twitch of arousal.]

What, more than usual? Like... anywhere? [He is going to run his hands up those warm tentacles.]

[ Aphelios shudders - - nods, and the tentacles spread to get as much surface area as possible, squeezing around him again. ]

"Like I'm surrounding you."

[ and as if for emphasis he's wrapping his regular arms around him, too, pulling him into a kiss. ]

[Oh. That's kinda hot-

So it just being wrapped up twice over. His fingers slide through Phel's hair and then grip it at the base of the neck, diving right in at the first opportunity to delve deeper into his mouth.]

[ he makes a hungry sound into the kiss, parting his mouth for it, rubbing his tongue against Sett's - - and a tentacle curves, wraps to curls around the other man's dick, able to wrap around it more thoroughly than a hand could. it squeezes with the dexterity an octopus tentacle can, in warm little pulses. ]

[He breaks the kiss- Lifting his head with a gasp, eyes wide and- he'd squirm but he's ACTUALLY held in place. Probably ends up pulling Phel's hair a little more than he intends here.]

Shit! That's... SHIT.

[ there's a quiey huff out - - amusement, pleasure combined, satisfaction at getting Sett to sound like that - - and the tentacle strokes him, slow but probably intense just with how thoroughly it's wrapped around him.

the other tentacle works its way behind Sett, dry, teasing between his cheeks. ]

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