“Yes. Now. Maybe with some of your magic slime.” He laughed, breathless and carefree. He whipped off his shirt and wriggled awkwardly out of his shorts while Geir kept touching him and getting in his way.
Declan settled back down, straddling his thighs, and then delving into Geir’s jeans. Geir wasn’t sure why it was so sexy having Declan so wanton and naked on his lap while he was fully clothed, but it only added to the experience.
Declan freed Geir’s cock with a murmur of delight. He started stroking, teasingly over the head and then firmly as he grasped the shaft.
Geir rested his head back. He’d forgotten how good this could feel. And it was a thousand times better with Declan’s slim hand on him.
Then Declan lined up his smaller, perfect cock along Geir’s and rubbed them together. Geir wanted to close his eyes and give in to the sensation. But Declan was more important.
He wrapped a loop of tentacle around both of their lengths, making Declan shudder and moan.
Declan was looking down at the place where their bodies met, his eyes lidded with pleasure but unable to look away.
Geir looked down, too. The pink flesh of their cocks were nestled together in the slippery black and white coils. He’d never thought to touch himself this way. It looked strange, and a bit dangerous.
But Declan’s face said it all. He wanted this. Which made it wonderful for Geir, too.
“More slime,” Declan requested.
Geir grunted. He wasn’t sure he could make slime on command. Instead, he ran the coils past each other, twisting as he went, and leaving their slippery coat behind.
Declan cried out, shaking in his arms. Was this what he wanted?
Declan reached down, his slim fingers sliding between the tentacles and enhancing every sensation. When his hand was dripping, he reached behind himself. “Alright, let go now.”
Geir squinted. He didn’t want to let go. And usually when they were together Geir was in charge.
“Trust me. You’ll like this.”
Geir reluctantly withdrew. Declan lifted himself onto his knees, gripped Geir’s cock, and guided it backward toward his ass.
Geir only realized what he was doing as his tip started to enter that heated, impossibly tight hole. The last time he had done this had been centuries ago. It had been furtive. Dangerous. Filled with dark shadows and fear in his mind.
But Declan was leading him joyfully, shining with his own light in the middle of the day. It was so mundane, in a way, sitting on his faded couch with the windows open and Declan’s little trinkets on display in the sills. But that only made it more precious.
After that, it was harder to think. Declan was hot and so tight that Geir thought he might come before he was even fully inside.
Declan’s face looked anguished, though. Tears leaked onto his cheeks.
“I’m hurting you. We should stop.”
Declan shook his head wildly. “No,” he gritted out. “Supposed to hurt.” He panted a few times, then sunk down another inch.
The tight heat, and Declan’s willingness, no, delight in that little bit of pain he must be feeling was driving Geir toward the edge. He shuddered, which made Declan cry out.
“More slime,” Declan panted.
Geir wrapped his other tentacle around his own sensitive shaft, teasing at Declan’s tight opening as he did. Declan arched and squirmed. He tasted salty, the flavors complex.
He slid down another inch. Pleasure shot through Geir. It was getting hard to hold still.
Another inch, and Declan was rocking up and down. “Now. Yes. Want you,” he panted.
Geir pressed into him, the feeling like a burst of sunshine through his veins. This was better than anything he could have remembered or imagined. With Declan, it was always better.
He lifted Declan up an inch, then pressed up with his thighs as he pulled him back down with his upper limbs. Declan arched and cried out beautifully, accepting the motions and slow rhythm that Geir set.
“Is that slick enough?” he asked, still worried. He ran the tip of one tentacle around the entrance of Declan’s opening, trying to coax out more of his slime coat.
“Oh, please, more. Inside me. Like before.” Declan moved faster, taking over the rhythm.
It took Geir a moment to figure out what he meant through the haze of rapture. He tried to pull the words together to explain. “I can’t half-shift with that arm. Only my tentacles.” His hectocotylus was part of the other eight smaller arms that replaced his legs and the lower half of his body. It was one or the other.
As much as he loved the possessive feeling of penetrating Declan with his sperm arm, it wouldn’t work right now.
“Please!” Declan either didn’t understand or he didn’t care.
Geir fought his rising pleasure to try to give Declan what he wanted. Declan was riding him now, setting his own rapid pace and driving all thoughts from Geir’s head.
He had to focus. There were larger suckers on the two tentacles that Geir had available, but they were so malleable that he could extend just the tip, he realized, if it didn’t need to go far. It would be like he had inventively done before when Declan said that he wanted to be filled everywhere.
He squirmed around between their two bodies, then elongated just the end, pushing inside Declan’s hot, tight hole next to his own cock.
He wasn’t going to be able to last much longer like this. Declan was moaning and shaking and so tight around him, and that little tendril of his tentacle was stimulating his own cock as much as it was rubbing against Declan’s prostate.
“Please,” Declan gasped out again. “Please let me come.”
“What do you need?” Anything. He would do it.
“Tell me. Give. Permission.”
Fuck. Geir’s brain was going to explode. “Come, beautiful. Come now.”
And then Declan was shaking and screaming and coming all over him while Geir spurted inside him. It was like sunshine and music and everything coming together.
He pulled Declan’s mouth to his own, kissing him through the aftershocks.
At last, Declan collapsed onto his chest. “Let’s do that every day.” His breath played over Geir’s collar bone, sending one last shiver through him.
“Alright. Every day. Because you’re mine.” His wonderful, perfect human. His.
Geir slowly loosened his tentacles to a gentle hug.
Declan nodded and melted against him. “That means you’re mine, too.” He kissed his neck, languid and sleepy. “My kraken.”
“My hummingbird,” he agreed.
“We have to watch more porn.”
Geir snorted. He’d seen it a time or two, but it hadn’t appealed. With Declan, he imagined, it would be different. There were still so many things on Declan’s list, after all. “Of course. I will watch it carefully.”
Declan giggled. Even though he knew Declan was laughing at him, there wasn’t a happier sound in the world.
Chapter 15
Geir
Geir pulled into the parking lot of the repair shop and moved to automatically turn off the engine.
Declan put a hand on his shoulder. “Hang on, don’t turn off the truck until this song is over.” Then he went back to singing, his head thrown back and body swinging as he shrugged off his seatbelt. His voice was mellow and perfectly tuned to every song that had played.