He ran a hand all the way up the tentacle and up the side of my chest.
When he turned to Declan, I had to resist the urge to slide a tentacle around his waist and anchor him to me.
“Do you mind?” he asked Declan.
Declan took a breath. “You didn’t tell us.”
“I was afraid you would hate them.”
“Now who’s making choices for somebody else. Maybe let us make up our own minds.”
I couldn’t help but give a flicker of a rueful smile at that. “And? Whatdoyou think?”
“I don’t know yet.” My tentacles contracted, drawing back, but Declan grasped it firmer and Sonny gasped and pulled his one closer to him. Instinctively it wound around his chest and he let out a breath just loudly enough that it was right on the edge of being a moan. His eyelids fluttered.
My tentacle slithered further around him, winding in circles down his waist and over his hip. The end of my tentacle stopped just above his groin and Sonny made an involuntary movement of his hips. I looked down and saw my deep purple tentacle standing out in stark contrast to his pale skin, and his flushed dick sticking out.
I saw Declan’s head drop as he looked, as well.
Sonny noticed and dropped his hands to his groin to cover his erection. He blushed. “Sorry. I can’t help it.”
“Don’t be sorry,” said Declan. He licked his lips, making them shine, and then stroked his hand along my tentacle. Hisgrip was firm and strong, gliding down to the tip and back up. “They’re soft.”
“Yeah,” said Sonny, and took hold of one again. Stroking his fingers in time with Declan’s.
The way they touched my skin and stroked my body was stirring up my lust, making my body aware and my dick hard. I looked down at Sonny’s dick again and saw that Declan, standing right next to him, was getting hard, too.
“Let me watch you kiss,” I said suddenly. “Please.”
Declan didn’t look sure, always hesitant, but Sonny leaned into his space and tilted his head slightly, offering his lips to Declan. He couldn’t resist that. He kissed Sonny.
Sonny moaned and moved forward, pressing against Declan so that I could feel them either side of the tentacle I had wrapped around Sonny. I moved it, circling him again, extending my tentacle lower towards his groin and he kissed Declan deeper. Declan must have felt me move against the skin of his stomach, but he didn’t withdraw.
He still had one hand on a tentacle and his grip was firm, though he stopped stroking, his whole focus on Sonny’s mouth.
Sonny wrapped his arms around Declan’s waist, holding him close and keeping him steady, and I tentatively slid one tentacle along his back to wind around them both and hold them together.
Declan didn’t stop or cringe away. He let go of his crutch, which fell against the bed, and used that hand to grab Sonny’s head, tangling his fingers in Sonny’s fair hair.
The scorching passion of their kiss made my body light up with fire. Declan’s hand tightened in Sonny’s hair, tilting his head so Declan could possess his mouth. Sonny’s hips began to rock back and forth but my tentacle was still around him, separating him from Declan’s body just enough that he couldn’t get the friction he wanted.
Slowly, unsure whether they’d like it or whether they’d freak out, I slid another of my long, dexterous arms between them, winding up Sonny’s thigh to his dick. He made a soft little sound in his throat but didn’t break his kiss with Declan, and he continued to rock his hips and pull Declan’s body closer, squashing my tentacle between them.
Luckily, I could still slide the second one between them and I wriggled it further up and encircled Sonny’s dick. He made that sound again, and it made me want to come all over him.
Slowly, I slid the tip of my tentacle along his dick, stroking him, and his dick bobbed under my ministrations. Then I encircled them harder, pulling their two bodies where I wanted them so their dicks lined up. It put Declan’s dick right next to Sonny’s and it brushed against Sonny’s length and the smooth skin of my tentacle, making me shiver again with desire.
I waited, not sure whether this was too much, but Sonny started grinding. His movements were the same as they’d been the previous morning, short bursts of friction, jerky movements that were incredibly sexy to watch with his increasing desperation.
My tentacle slid further along Sonny’s length, and then began to wrap around it, and along Declan’s length too. Declan grunted, kissing Sonny with the same passion I’d felt before, his tongue delving into Sonny’s mouth, his dick rock hard under my touch.
With their dicks pressed together, soft skin sliding against soft skin, I started to stroke. My flexibility came in handy, wrapping them entirely in my grip, my strong tentacle controlling exactly how hard I pressed and how fast I moved.
It was the most erotic thing I’d ever done in my life. I watched these two men kissing and pressing against each other, consumed by their passion and wound round with my tentacles.I stroked them increasingly quickly, sliding over their lengths and driving them higher.
Declan was leaning into Sonny, whose arms were tight around him and whose fingers were digging into his back as though terrified he’d pull away.
My tentacles had a mind of their own, though. One slid along Declan’s back and over his shoulder and tingled with pleasure at the feel of his warmth, the saltiness of his skin, and I longed to mark him with my suckers, mark him permanently.
