He already knew what Hill looked like naked, having spent the last two days in the man’s body. There were no surprises in the bony shoulders and lean, wirily muscled body that Davysupported in midair. Not even in the decently sized cock that lifted from the sparse nest of wiry hair between Hill’s legs.
It still feltbetter.
Maybe it was just that Hill knew how to wear the body, or the way he looked at Davy with that open, eager expression. Like he trusted him.
There weren’t enough acting lessons in the world for Davy to pull off that look. He was too much of an asshole for that; it always shone through.
And Hill might be an idiot to trust Davy, but it was kinda hot.
Look at that. Nearly half a century, living and dead, under his belt, and he’d finally found his kink. Who could have guessed it would be dumbass?
He curled a tentacle over Hill’s hip bone and spread it down over the tight skin of his abdomen until he could wind it around Hill’s cock. For a second, he was taken aback at the lack of a pulse. It was funny how quickly he’d gotten used to that. The low whimper that scraped out of Hill’s throat as Davy gave a brief squeeze confirmed that pleasure didn’t need a pulse.
“I don’t know who’s going to get fucked more thoroughly,” he said as he sprawled back on the couch and spread his legs wider. He wrapped his/Hill’s fingers around his/Hill’s cock, and there it was, the steady throb of something alive in his grip. “You or the universe’s plans for me to learn anything.”
Hill had squeezed his eyes shut. He opened them now to give Davy a dry look.
“Is that what passes for dirty talk in the spirit world?” he asked.
“You can do better?” Davy asked.
Hill opened his mouth, closed it, and then admitted, “Not right now.”
That…was kinda flattering.
“That’s what I thought,” Davy said. “Besides, Fraser did the talking—”
The mention of Fraser made Hill screw up his face. “Not wanting to think about him right now.”
Yeah, Davy probably didn’t want to think too hard about that either. He pushed on to get back on track.
“I’m more hands-on,” he said as he stroked his fist along his cock in time with the tentacle that dragged along Hill’s. And his brain was alotbetter at mapping pleasure than it was with pain. Instead of the roll of the dice body part being on fire/dipped in acid/chewed, it took what his tentacles felt and dropped it where it seemed to make the most sense.
In this case, anywhere from Davy’s cock to his asshole, with the occasional jangled nerve pop of electric pleasure in his fingertips or on his lips.
Right now, he could feel Hill’s fingers on his cockandHill’s cock in his hands. The feedback loop of it fired off nerves he didn’t know he had. His balls pulled up tight and eager between his legs, heavy with come and heat, as he thumbed the foreskins on two cocks to reveal the flushed, wet heads.
Hill groaned and sprawled back against the support of Davy’s tentacles, the muscles on his arms and legs taut as he thrust his hips up against the tight, smooth grip of flesh around his shaft. The feedback made Davy groan and press his shoulders back against the couch cushions.
Because it wasn’tjustin his fingertips. It felt like their cocks were tangled together, squeezed around each other. It was a weird visual, but it felt fucking good.
It didn’t help that the tentacles he’d not focused on were still busy with Hill’s body. They squirmed around his throat and thighs, knotted through his eager, clutching hands, and swiped across the soft, wet line of his mouth. Pleasure and a little pain,as Hill’s fingers dug into Hound-caused bruises or scraped the barely scabbed cut from a Hound’s knife.
Thatchilled Davy a little, even through the flood of sensory overload that clenched his thigh muscles and plucked at his taint like a wire. He’d lost something there, and it had been something important. Not that he could tell you how he knew that, but he did.
It was gone, though, and there was no way to bring it back. So Davy shoved that cold bit of knowledge down under the wet wrap of Hill’s mouth around a tentacle/cock/tongue and the hot, heavy pleasure that dragged at his cock and ass with every stroke.
One of his tentacles ran up the back of Hill’s thigh, tracing the knots of tight muscle, and flicked along the crease of lean ass. The caress made Hill moan, the sound strangled as it struggled out of his stretched-taut throat and pleasure-slack mouth.
Davy hesitated. He’d never…
Obviously, he’d grabbed the occasional grope and stuffed a tentacle into some dead man’s willing mouth to muffle an inconvenient whimper. When it came to fucking, though, he’d always fallen back on his cock. Why wouldn’t he, after all? It had the experience, he’d never had any complaints about it, and…it wasn’t the physical embodiment of his sins.
He’d always assumed they were mostly murders. Although hehadkilled a lot more than twelve people, so he wasn’t entirely sure.
One of Hill’s legs sagged down to the floor as Davy’s tentacles responded to his distraction. He pressed the ball of his foot against the floor to brace himself, the muscles in his calf and thigh defined under pale skin. On a whim, Davy withdrew his tentacles, slick with sweat, spit, and come, to let him stand up. Hill staggered as he took his full weight and went down onto his knees.
Everything in Davy’s body clenched in visceral reaction to that.
