That had never been easy for Ozzie.
“Definemuch of that.”
“Look, I’ve done stuff!” Ozzie flushed. “It’s just, uh, been a while, and I’ve never exactly had that many repeat performances, okay? So, there wasn’t, well, a lot of room to explore and figure out… things.”
“Like biting?”
“Yeah, like that.”
“Well, if you ever wanna find out, you just let me know, baby.” Tuesday nudged Ozzie with his toes. “That is if I meet your standards.”
“I’m sure you do! You’re funny, and… and nice, and we… we had a good time watching Satan torture people, and… I mean... it’s not like I have a specific list or anything, I just…” Ozzie shrugged helplessly, the words nothing more than a jumbled-up mess spewing from his lips. “I’mme, and it is hard formeto connect with another person. I never found anyone that I wanted to do stuff with, that I thought would really want to be with me…” He trailed off, his gaze falling on Tuesday’s lips.
“Until now?” Tuesday grinned.
“Until now,” Ozzie agreed quietly, the words out of his mouth before he even had a chance to think about them twice. “So, uh…”
“How about we start slow?” Tuesday scooted closer.
“How slow?” Ozzie’s heart thumped as Tuesday leaned over him.
“How about a kiss?” Tuesday suggested, his smile warm. “Humans still like to kiss, right?”
“Yeah… Yeah, we do.” Ozzie nodded slowly. “A kiss sounds, uh, great. Really great. And I… I need to stop talking.”
“It’s okay, baby.” Tuesday cradled Ozzie’s cheek. “You just let me take care of you, hmm? I’ll be so gentle.” He grinned. “Unless we figure out you like it rough and then hey, we get to pick safe words and shit.”
Ozzie laughed, his nerves easing. “Okay.”
Tuesday bowed his head, pressing a soft kiss to Ozzie’s lips.
Ozzie was startled by how sweet Tuesday tasted, a flavor that was just as syrupy as his scent. It was overwhelming at first but soon incredibly addictive, and Ozzie couldn’t get enough of Tuesday’s kisses.
Tuesday was patient, passionate, and he let Ozzie take the lead. His many hands were all over Ozzie’s body, and he crawled right over the top of him as the kiss continued to simmer and heat up. It wasn’t hard to get caught up in the moment—Tuesdaywas a damn good kisser, confident and hot, and Ozzie was out of breath in moments.
He wanted to touch too, and he slid his hands over Tuesday’s back and hips. It was then he became aware Tuesday had a lot more than four hands, and he looked down, gasping when he saw pink tentacles.
They were extensions of Tuesday’s natural blob body, glittery and bright as they unfurled from his sides and stomach. He seemed to be able to manifest them from anywhere.
Ozzie shivered as the tentacles stroked his hips and thighs. “Whoa.”
“You okay, baby?” Tuesday grinned.
“Those are, uh…”
“Tentacles, yeah.” Tuesday wiggled. “I can put them away if you want.”
“No.” Ozzie kissed him firmly. “It’s okay. Please… I want to keep going.”
“You got it, baby.” Tuesday kissed him back eagerly, letting it linger for several moments. He broke away with a sly little smile, now making his way down Ozzie’s body. He pushed Ozzie’s shirt up and purred approvingly. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Ozzie blushed, the heat traveling down his throat to his chest. His chest heaved, and one of his hands clutched at Tuesday’s curls. He’d never been praised for his body, and in that moment, he really did feel every bit as beautiful as Tuesday was saying he was.
“I…” Ozzie took a deep breath and blinked back tears. “Th-thank you.”
Tuesday smiled warmly, one of his tentacles brushing against Ozzie’s hip. “You’re very welcome.”
Ozzie shivered, and he was surprised by how sensitive he was right now. It probably had something to do with how turned on he was and how very, very hot Tuesday’s tentacles were teasingover his skin. He squirmed, asking breathlessly, “So, uh, what… what are we doing here?”
