He licked his lips and dragged his hand away from his aching-hard cock to try and hang onto control for just a little longer. Meanwhile, Hill had tilted his head forward, tangled hair falling over his face as he pulled himself back together.
“Is that enough?” Davy asked. He tucked a curve of tentacle under Hill’s chin to tilt his head up. Mismatched eyes, the green still faded down to pewter shades, stared at him as Hill pressed his knuckles against bare thighs. “Or do you want more?”
Hill gripped the tentacle under his chin, the rough scrape of his fingers a ghost-sensation that made Davy’s cock throb painfully, and kissed it.
“I want you,” he said. The tentacle slid between Hill’s fingers to nudge at his lips. Hill pushed it away for a second as he looked at Davy. “All of you that I can get. While I can still have any of you.”
That was right. Davy clenched his hand into a fist to remind himself. His fingers pressed against the gauze that covered the raw gash in his hand. It didn’t hurt. Ithad, but the dead flesh had spread across most of his palm now. They were under a—literal—deadline.
“I’m not worth it.” It took a second for Davy to realize that washisvoice andhiswords. It didn’t sound like him, but now that he was paying attention, he could feel his mouth saying it. “You know that, right? I was never worth much, and now I’m just…someone else’s dead.”
“Fuck you and forget you?” Hill said. “Is that it?”
Davy slapped a tentacle against Hill’s ass cheek. The sound was ironically fleshy, considering the topic of discussion.
“Be realistic, you’re not going to forget me,” Davy said. “I’m fucking you with tentacles, you’re going to be 102 in a nursing home and bring that up. But…if I were alive, I’d fuck this up. Ifyou were dead, I’d fuck it up. So you don’t need to be sad or feel bad.”
Hill wrapped his hand around the tentacle and stroked his fist down it. The reflected touch made Davy’s balls twist in the sac and forced a low grunt out of him as his diaphragm clenched.
“I’m the invoker,” he reminded Davy. “You don’t tell me what to do.”
It shouldn’t have mattered. Davy was used to it not mattering. He had no concept of how to react to the fact that, for some reason, it suddenly did.
He’d be missed. So what? Why did he care?
There was no precedent here for Davy to follow, so he fell back on the old, familiar standbys. Fight or fuck…and he’d already laid the groundwork for one.
A bead of come dewed on the head of Hill’s cock. Davy flicked it up with a tentacle, then wrapped the long, sinewy length of it around Hill’s leg from balls to knee. Others wrapped around Hill’s chest to scrape over his nipples or stretched up to slip between his lips and fill his mouth.
It all poured back into Davy, the overwhelming sensation settling into his balls like a weight. He swore raggedly under his breath and wrapped Hill’s hand, bandage and all, around his cock.
Like when he was a kid and he’d sat on his hand so he felt numb when he jerked off.
Tentacles pushed between Hill’s ass cheeks and traced the pucker of his hole. The taste of it filled Davy’s mouth, soap and the distinct musky earthiness, and he hitched his hips up off the couch as he fucked his hand. Sweat beaded on his stomach and trickled down his back into the crack of his ass.
Davy folded his lower lip between his teeth and watched through hooded eyes as he pushed the spit-slick length of himself up inside Hill. He could feel the tight clutch of Hill’s assaround him, layered over the rough grip of his fingers. He had to bite down until it hurt to throttle the knot of want/pleasure that pulsed in his gut and balls back down.
“What does it feel like?” he asked as he slid a tentacle out of Hill’s mouth. It slid over his shoulder and down his arm, a trail of damp left on his skin. The chill of it prickled a line of goose bumps along Davy’s arms in sympathy.
Hill made a ragged noise as he arched his back, stomach muscles pulled tight and long under his skin, and clenched his fingers around the tentacles that shackled his arms. His mouth opened and closed as he groped for the words.
“Too much,” he said, then licked his upper lip and clenched his ass around Davy’s tentacle. The jolt ofthatfed back a rough grab to the balls that tipped over into that prickling zone where pleasure and pain were the same thing. “Not enough. Fuck me.”
Hillwasthe Invoker. Who was Davy to second-guess him?
Tentacles wrapped around Hill’s back and under his arms to hold him in place as Davy fucked him. He shoved his hips up against his hand with each stroke, fingers rough as they squeezed around his cock in time with the tentacle that lashed around Hill’s flushed erection. He felt each jerk in his ass, like Hill was fucking him as he fucked Hill.
He wrapped the tip of his tentacle around the smooth lump of Hill’s prostate and caressed it. The touch dragged a raw groan from Hill, his fingers spread to clutch the air. At the same time, Davy used the rest of the muscular length to spread Hill wide. The muscles in Hill’s stomach and thighs twitched with each thrust.
Davy came first, come spilled warm (he’d forgotten whatthatfelt like) and sticky over his knuckles. He twisted his fist up his cock to wring the last milky drops out of it as he slouched back against the cushions. Sweat dripped onto his lips, salty and a bit sweet where he licked it.
He watched Hill as he wrung the last drops out of him, too, tentacles squeezing cock, balls, and prostate all at once. Hill arched his back, mouth open as he choked on his own howl of pleasure, and room-temperature come splattered over Davy’s tentacles.
At the same moment, Davy saw his breath mist from his lips and felt the couch rattle under him. He grabbed the arm, fingers dug down into the soft fabric, as glass shattered and a chair flew through the air to smash into a wall. The quake of pleasure rippled out from Hill until the orgasm was done with him and he went limp in Davy’s tentacles, head lolled back and face slack.
“Fuck,” Davy muttered. He wiped sticky come off his hand onto his stomach as he looked around the apartment. The windows were crazed with cracks, and the wall was dented where the chair had hit it. The plaster was cracked and paint had flaked onto the carpet.
Once he’d taken it all in, he looked back at Hill, cradled naked and boneless in a hammock of thick tentacles. His cock lay limp against his leg, and his hand dangled limply until one of Davy’s tentacles dipped under it to lift it up. The movement made Hill stir and lift his head, squinting in dazed appreciation at Davy.
