“Whatever you want.” Tuesday winked as he bowed his head to nuzzle at Ozzie’s cock through his sweats.
“I’ll, uh… I’m sure I’ll think of something.” Ozzie inhaled sharply, fighting not to buck up against Tuesday’s hot mouth. He curled his fingers tighter into the sheets, and he whimpered. “I like, uh… I like where this is going.”
“Yeah?” Tuesday ran his long tongue up Ozzie’s shaft.
“Shi-iiit!” Ozzie’s voice cracked, and his cock throbbed. Even with the fabric between them, the heat of Tuesday’s tongue was intense, and he was suddenly very concerned that this was not going to last very long. “Tuesday.”
“Yes, Ozzie?” Tuesday grinned and nosed around Ozzie’s groin, now touching everywhere except for Ozzie’s dick.
“T-Tuesday, could you… Please?” Ozzie clawed at the sheets, the pressure inside his body was already threatening to tip over and he still wasn’t all the way naked. The front of his sweats were soaked with precome, and he could feel his pulse pounding in the head of his cock and down in his balls. “Please.”
“Please, what?” Tuesday asked innocently.
“Tuesday. Goobert. Baby.” Ozzie panted. “I’ll call you anything you want, please just touch me. Please, please, please.”
“Ugh, not Goobert.” Tuesday laughed. “Anything but that. And hey, come on. Calm down, baby. I’m not even done getting you undressed yet.”
“Calm down?” Ozzie squeaked. His head spun, he was hot all over, and he honestly felt a bit insane. He’d never felt anything like it, but... he trusted Tuesday. That was probably the most insane part about this.
They hadn’t even known each other a full day, and yet Ozzie felt more comfortable with Tuesday than he did with people he’d worked with for years, or even members of his own family.
He settled back into the bed, sighing. “I’m trying. Fuck, I’m shaking.”
“You’re amazing,” Tuesday soothed. “We’re still going nice and slow, all right?”
“Yeah.” Ozzie chuckled weakly. “I swear if you look at my dick right now in a very firm voice, I’ll come.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not even looking at him right now. Not even thinking about him.” Tuesday beamed, sliding his hands and tentacles upward to pull at Ozzie’s shirt.
“Look, uh.” Ozzie tensed. “Can we… Can we leave this on? I can take off my pants and whatever else, but… but I want to leave my shirt on.”
God, Tuesday probably thought he was such an insecure loser.
This was the part when things usually went wrong, when people didn’t want to keep going, when they’d say something shitty?—
“Of course.” Tuesday only smiled. “Anything you want, baby.” He shifted his attention to Ozzie’s pants, asking, “Can these come off, gorgeous?”
“Oh.” Ozzie’s heart thumped. “Yeah, yeah.”
Tuesday squealed as if he’d been given a huge treat, and he eagerly slid Ozzie’s sweats and underwear off in one quick swoop. He dove between Ozzie’s thighs, kissing along one and then the other, but completely ignored Ozzie’s hard cock.
Ozzie inhaled shakily, watching his cock throb in time with the frantic pulse of his heartbeat. He grabbed the blankets and held on tight, panting softly as Tuesday continued to touch him everywhere except his dick. “Sorry if, uh, this… this is quick.”
“Hey, I would take it as a compliment.” Tuesday beamed, one of his lower arms morphing into a pink tentacle to slither along Ozzie’s cock. “And it would just mean I get a chance to make you bust again.”
“Fuck.” Ozzie arched into the tentacle, and he was instantly in love with the smooth warmth. “Holy fuck.”
Tuesday held Ozzie’s gaze as his tentacle curled around Ozzie’s cock, and he crawled back up to claim a kiss. “Mmm, just breathe, baby. It’s all right.”
Ozzie grabbed Tuesday’s curls and petted them frantically, gasping as the tentacle squeezed him gently. He thought it should have been weird or strange, but he couldn’t focus on anything else except how good it felt. He wanted more pleasure, and he continued to thrust awkwardly to chase more of the awesome feeling.
“There you go.” Tuesday slid a hand along Ozzie’s thigh, urging him to lift his leg. He guided Ozzie’s leg up onto his hip and rolled his body forward, pressing close. “Just like that.”
Ozzie wheezed out a breath and stared between them, watching Tuesday’s long pink cock slot against his own and the curling tentacle. He took a deep breath and kissed Tuesday desperately, trying to make this last for as long as he could. The pulsing grip of the tentacle and firm pressure of Tuesday’s cock grinding into him was fantastic, and he was quickly approaching the edge of climax.
He was buzzed and warm, and he couldn’t resist how sexy it was that Tuesday was taking charge. Ozzie loved Tuesday’s firm grip on his leg and the way he commanded the kiss, and he wished this could last all night. He didn’t want to stop kissing Tuesday, but he managed to whine a quick warning.
Ozzie clung to Tuesday, kissing him like everything he needed could be found right there on his sweet lips. The sensations rose like a tidal wave, and Ozzie whipped his head back with a shout, sobbing as he came. His cock pulsed between them and all over Tuesday’s tentacle, and he moaned as his body continued to twitch. “Tuesday! Mmm, fuck!”
