Another tentacle wound round Sonny, down his lower back to his arse and curled around one of his cheeks. I had enough presence of mind to force it to stop there, not to go too far, but my restraint was tested when Sonny widened his stance, silently begging me to do it. At least, I thought he was. I couldn’t be sure, though, whether he wanted me to penetrate him like that, and my own arousal was making it hard for me to think clearly. My tentacle twitched with the desire to slide inside him, but instead, I gripped him harder.
The moan Sonny let out as he came was long and filthy. Wrapped as he was in my long arms, I felt every movement of his body as he shuddered with pleasure, his muscles tightened and his dick released its come all over my tentacle and Declan’s dick.
Declan took a bit longer, a few strong strokes and the taste of Sonny’s mouth and the slick feeling of his release.
His body locked up tight, he groaned and his come shot all over the limb I had wound round and around him.
When I withdrew it, I was smeared with both their come combined.
The two of them stood together, panting. They’d stopped kissing, and were looking into each other’s eyes, wrapped up in each other. My tentacles weren’t needed any longer. They were holding each other up.
I began to withdraw all of my limbs, sliding them away. At the feeling of my tentacle moving over his back, Declan looked round at me, a frown on his forehead.
Sonny grabbed for my tentacle and held it tightly in one hand, the other arm still wound around Declan’s middle.
“Come here,” he said.
I took a tentative step nearer and Sonny tugged on my limb, pulling me closer.
It was only when I was standing right beside them, my body brushing against theirs, that Sonny let go of my tentacle and reached instead for my dick.
The yelp I let out was not dignified, but I had almost forgotten my dick, the angry arousal making it stick straight up. My focus had been on my extra limbs, watching closely for Declan and Sonny’s reaction.
As soon as Sonny touched my dick, though, I realised how close I was to coming.
“This okay?” he asked, holding his hand still.
I was too overwhelmed to speak, so I nodded. Sonny began to stroke me, long, firm strokes up and down my erection, bringing me closer and closer to the edge with each pass.
There was friction, a hot grip around my length, and then I came suddenly, clenching my body tightly, not wanting to lose control of myself in that last moment. The pleasure buzzed through me, but I was already so high, tingling all over with awareness, that it took me a while to come down.
When I did, I realised that Declan still had hold of one of my tentacles. Sonny was smiling at me with a lazy, contented look.
He said, “You can kiss Declan if you like.”
I looked at Declan, who turned his face between us, checking with us both.
He tugged on my tentacle, and I realised he couldn’t move, not even to lean towards me. He was standing without hiscrutch, meaning the only thing keeping him upright was the fact he was plastered against Sonny, with Sonny’s arm around his middle and Declan’s arm around Sonny’s shoulders.
Leaning up to him, I offered Declan my mouth. I wanted to be consumed by him completely, but he was sated and the fiery passion of our last kiss was replaced by deep tenderness and sensuality. His lips brushed against mine, his mouth tasting sweet with a hint of Sonny in it. His tongue moved against mine, slow and deep.
Even though neither of us were chasing our pleasure, I felt owned in that moment, sure that Declan was claiming me. My tentacles clenched with the desire to claim these men.
I broke our kiss and blinked into Declan’s eyes. Both these men?
Turning to Sonny, I saw my own tentacle curled over his shoulder, exactly the way I’d mark him if I could. He took my looking at him as an invitation and leaned closer, pressing his lips against mine.
When I didn’t respond immediately, too surprised, he pulled back.
“Sorry, I thought you wanted to kiss me. You don’t have to.”
My tentacle wrapped further over his shoulder and pulled him down towards me again, and I kissed Sonny as deeply and fully as I had Declan. I wanted my lips branded against his, my taste in his mouth, my mark on his shoulder.
Pulling away slowly, pressing a last kiss to Sonny’s lips, I glanced at Declan to see how he looked. What he was thinking. He hadn’t expected me and Sonny to share any intimacy, after all.
I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
“You okay?” I asked eventually.
