“I’m not that easy to—”
The tentacle on his thigh squeezed and then pushed up between his legs. It was thick and firm as it pressed against his ass, the narrow end of it hooked into the waistband of his jeans. Hill’s stomach hitched, and the words got all tangled in his throat. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes, his fingers digging down against the floor. His cock ached as it pressed against the confinement of his jeans.
“What was that?” Davy asked. “You’re not that easy to…?”
Hill swallowed hard and lifted his head off the floor. He reached up and grabbed a handful of tentacle to untangle it from his neck, the bulk of it cool and heavy as it twisted and wriggled against his palm.
“I want to fuck you,” Hill said. “That doesn’t mean I trust you.”
He did, though. It might not be smart, but he did. That discussion, however, would definitely take longer than he wanted right now.
Hill wrapped his fingers around the tentacle, tight enough he could feel the muscles flex under the fine skin, and hesitated a second. He wasn’t actually sure if what he was about to do was hot, or…well…not. There was only one way to work that out, though.
He lifted it to his face and wrapped his lips around it.
The tentacle was cool against his tongue. It tasted ofblood, whiskey, and regretas it filled his mouth. He swallowed out of surprise—he’d not considered it might have the same effect asthe Beyond’s food did—and that dragged a very satisfying groan out of Davy.
Hill glanced up through his lashes at Davy. The other man had tilted his head back, the line of his throat drawn taut and long, and dug his teeth into his lower lip. His hands were braced against his thighs, blunt nails dug into the lean, clenched muscles.
Whatever this was, somewhere between a kiss and a blowjob as Hill worked out what pulled those small, hungry sounds out of Davy’s mouth, it was definitely hot. And Hill could, at least a bit, touch Davy back.
He ran his hand down the tentacle, the thickness of it straining his fingers as he got closer to the base, and tangled his tongue around the section of it in his mouth. After a moment, he pulled back, jaw aching and the tentacle wet and slick as it slid from his lips, and gave Davy a challenging look.
“And I didn’t carve the Beyond open from the goodness of my heart,” he said. “I’m using too, remember.”
Davy took a ragged breath, and Hill weirdly kind of missed that too, and dropped his chin. It should have been hard to read arousal in his eyes without dilated pupils to use as a gauge. Somehow, between the hooded lids and a swallow-him-whole deepening of the black, it wasn’t. The quiescent tentacles stirred and stretched out to Hill as they came back to life.
“Yeah, fuck it, that’s good enough for me,” Davy said. “Who am I trying to fool, anyhow?”
Tentacles curled around Hill’s legs, under his knees and ass, and tucked under his armpits. Hill couldn’t stifle a yelp of surprise as he was hoisted off the ground and suspended in midair. He supposed he should have realized after he’d seen what they did in the alley, but he’d not realized how strong they were.
Or how undignified it felt to just…dangle.
“Umm…” he hedged as he tried to shift his weight. “Can we…”
The words trailed off as Davy stood up and stripped efficiently out of the briefs that were all he had on. It wasn’t the first time that Hill had seen, or lusted over, Davy’s naked body. It was the first time that he’d seen Davy’s cock thick and ready as it hitched up towards his flat, hard-slatted stomach.
His mouth dried up, and for the first time since he’d been shucked out of his body, hefeltthe lack of air in his lungs.
Had he been about to say something? He couldn’t remember. Right now, he wasn’t sure if he was still verbal or not.
“Oh,” he said.
That didn’t really clear up the “verbal” question. It was more of a sound than a word.
“What should I do?” Davy asked.
“Huh?”
Still not a word, but closer. Hill tried to brace an elbow on nothing and then gasped as a tentacle slid up under his shirt. It wasn’trough. The tentacle’s surface was cool and fine, softer than fingers as it rubbed against Hill’s stomach and up over his collarbone. There was still a texture to it that he could feel rasp against his skin.
“It’s your body,” Davy reminded him. He hooked a thumb into the corner of his mouth and dragged it along his lower lip, the exposed skin wet and pink. As Hill watched, a tentacle curled up from the neck of his shirt, fabric stretched around it, and repeated the gesture on his mouth. Davy waited till it was done to repeat his question. “If you were the one wearing it, what would you do? Tell me how you’d fuck me.”
The answer was easy. It was getting it out of his parched, thirsty mouth that took Hill a moment.
While he waited, Davy plucked at the sleeve of Hill’s T-shirt with a tentacle. Another grabbed at the hem, pulling it up, and between them, they quickly stripped it over his head. Hillblinked as the cotton was pulled up over his nose and shook his head to get his hair out of his face.
“I’d give you—”
