Qylar drew his upper tentacles together, revealing his arms, and eyed the bare one. “I still have an arm without a tentacle.”
“Oh, yeah,” Kenji said. “Sorry… my brain’s a bit fried right now. I think you made it explode a few seconds ago.”
Kenji crawled out from under him, shifting as he went. Qylar turned and settled on his back, Kenji on his abdomen. Kenji’s creature curled his delicate tentacle over Qylar’s bare arm while positioning his boneless body. Qylar gasped as he felt the tingling imprint sinking into his skin. When Kenji moved away, he smiled, seeing a new perfect replica of what was on the other arm.
He slid down Qylar’s shaft, engulfing it with his body, and stroked up and down.
Qylar drew in a shuddered breath, his body stretched to the limit, too. He tested a theory, gently gripping Kenji’s outer body over his cock. Slowly… and ever so carefully… he pulled his cock out and slid back in, using Kenji’s cephalopod body kind of like a cock sleeve.
“How was that?” Qylar whispered.
One of Kenji’s delicate tentacles wrapped around his wrist and held it firmly in place. Apparently, it worked. He grinned and worked his mate like a sex toy over his shaft. Careful to not get too worked up and hurt Kenji, he pushed them both as far as he felt comfortable going. Kenji wasn’t done with him, though. He took over, sliding up and down in almost the same pace and pressure.
Qylar had to bring a pillow to his face to hide his howls of pleasure. The boneless cephalopodic body made a perfect sleeve and fit his human shaft like a glove. Three more thrusts and he was a goner. As his orgasm approached, he feared he’d shatter his teeth from the pressure of it. The snap broke, and he came. Qylar roared into the pillow and filled Kenji’s body with a thick load of cum.
As soon as Qylar was drained, Kenji transformed into his human self. He lay down on his side, curled up against Qylar. “And how was that?”
“When my brain starts working again, I’ll let you know.”
Kenji chuckled. “Glad we both have the power to render one another speechless and brain dead.”
“That… was… amazing,” Qylar said, wiping the sweat from his brow. “It didn’t hurt?”
“Not one bit. It was hot as hell.”
Qylar grinned. “Good to hear. I could never do that with a full Nefyrian. Nytidea for the win.”
Kenji stretched his arms and legs out again. “It pays to be a little guy, sometimes.”
“Oh, yeah,”Qylar rolled himself to the side and tangled his limbs in Kenji’s. “All the time.”
“How would you know? You’re not a little guy.”
“I’vegota little guy,” Qylar said. He lifted one of Kenji’s arms and eyed his mark there, pride swelling in his chest. “I never thought I’d ever see this on another.” He lowered his head andkissed the mark. “Thank you for pushing until you got through my thick skull.” He kissed it again. “My very, very thick skull.”
“I told you we’d be fine. I have a sixth sense about things like that.”
Qylar chuckled. “Okay. Sure. You’re not the mindreader in the family.”
In the family.
While he knew they’d always considered him family and he them, having it proven in blood meant a lot to him. Coming from bad blood and a ruined house, having his reputation cleansed—somewhat—was an immense salve for the soul. He’d not wanted their pity, and at times, that’s what it had felt like. Maybe it was all in his head, but it had been something he’d struggled to let go of.
Kenji caressed the side of his face. “So now I’m mate. How do I become husband?”
Qylar grinned. “We can talk about that one later. One hurdle at a time, please?”
Kenji awoke to a bedroom cast in bright white. Another snow was falling outside, a cascade of tiny, delicate flakes. It was hard to tell the hour when it was like that, the low light sometimes the side effect of the snow clouds hiding the sun. He rolled to check his phone. Seven o’clock. Voices filtered up, and he shook Qylar.
“Mmmmmm?”
“I think the everyone’s awake downstairs,” Kenji mumbled.
Qylar growled, pulling Kenji close and disappearing under the covers. He stroked a lazy hand over Kenji’s swollen belly, sighing.
“Don’t you want to see them open your presents?”
Qylar slid down his body and pressed kisses to his stomach, finally opening one eyelid and ignoring the question. “I didn’t give this part of you near enough love last night.”
