“Ozzie, look at you,” Tuesday purred, using his tentacle to squeeze around Ozzie’s dick and work him through each intense spasm. He kissed Ozzie’s flushed cheek and sighed happily, kissing his way down Ozzie’s neck. “You are gorgeous falling apart for me.”
Ozzie groaned as Tuesday teased his teeth over his throat, and his hips continued to thrust weakly. He finally sagged into the bed, sweating and out of breath, and he tried to think of something to say to really capture the beauty of this incredible moment. Instead, he blurted out, “Holy fuckballs.”
“Holy fuckballs, huh?” Tuesday let out a delighted laugh. “Hey, I’ll take it.” He grinned at Ozzie, pushing himself up to look between them. “Mmm, we made a mess out of you.”
“If you could see inside my brain, you’d see what a mess you made up there too.” Ozzie laughed. “Your tentacle is just, wow.” He grunted. “Everything is just wow.”
Tuesday grinned. “Mmm, you’re pretty wow yourself, you know.”
“You really mean that.” Ozzie touched Tuesday’s cheek. “It’s not just some smoke you’re blowing up my ass trying to make me feel better.” He kissed him sweetly. “Thank you.”
“You are very, very welcome.” Tuesday kissed Ozzie back, pressing close again. More tentacles unfurled from his body, and they caressed over Ozzie’s sides and hips.
Being touched in so many places at once was overwhelming and wonderful, and Ozzie groaned as he arched his body up into the incredible caresses. “Tuesday, that’s… You’re amazing.”
“I’m just getting started, gorgeous,” Tuesday declared as he moved back down Ozzie’s chest. He nuzzled at the T-shirt as he went lower, kissing the bit of Ozzie’s stomach that was exposed from the shirt riding up. “Plenty more where that came from.”
“Yeah?” Ozzie shivered, his cock still hard. He chalked it up to Tuesday’s magical alien tentacles, and he grinned. “I think, uh, yeah, we can do that. More sounds good.”
“Then more is what you’re gonna get, baby.” Tuesday’s long tongue flopped out of his mouth, and he licked at the head of Ozzie’s cock.
Ozzie shuddered, sensitive and aching, but wanting more of that lovely wet heat. He inhaled sharply and moaned, fighting to keep his hips from jerking off the bed. “Fuck, that’s good. That’s really good.”
Tuesday lapped up and down Ozzie’s shaft with soft, teasing licks. He kneaded Ozzie’s thighs while his tentacles swirled across his hips and a few smaller tendrils massaged Ozzie’s balls.
“Tuesday… Oh, God…” Ozzie groaned, watching everything Tuesday was doing with laser focus. The urge to come was there, but it wasn’t as urgent as before. He could really enjoy each blissful moment, and he gazed adoringly down at Tuesday’s bright eyes. “That’s incredible. You’re so fuckingincredible.”
“Oh, I know.” Tuesday winked. “Mmm, you just enjoy yourself, baby. I’m having the best time down here.” He chuckled as he took the head of Ozzie’s cock into his mouth with a soft moan.
“F-fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ozzie chanted frantically, his hands fumbling to brace himself. The wet suction was fantastic, and he couldn’t believe how Tuesday’s tongue could swirl all around his cock with such ease. “Yes, fuck, that, that,fuck.”
Tuesday bobbed his head and took on more of Ozzie’s cock, swallowing him down to the base. He kept his tongue moving, and his tentacles gave Ozzie’s balls a firm tug. He grabbed Ozzie’s hips and pinned him firmly against the bed, moaning around his mouthful.
Ozzie’s eyes rolled back and he gasped, trying to push back against Tuesday's strong grip. Being held down like this madeheat surge through his core, and he whined, a needy sound he didn’t think he’d ever heard himself make.
He didn’t understand how he and Tuesday had just met, and yet here they were, with his cock stuffed down Tuesday’s perfect throat.
Tuesday’s tentacles were their own unique thrill, still writhing all across Ozzie’s skin and a brave handful teasing underneath his shirt. It was hard to tell how much of Tuesday was still human from this angle—his head, neck, and shoulders —but at least some of his body had devolved back into pink goo to create countless more tentacles to explore.
“I’m not… I’m not gonna last,” Ozzie pleaded, trembling down to his toes as he writhed against the sheets. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his heart raced, and he couldn’t believe he was already so close to orgasm again.
Tuesday’s tongue slid up and down and around andaround, and fuck, somehow the tip of it had worked its way up to Ozzie’s slit. It teased there, darting in and out, adding another level of bliss Ozzie was having trouble comprehending.
The relentless friction was staggering, and Ozzie’s entire world had been nothing but delicious, slick heat. He trembled, groaned, and then let out a shout as he came again, spilling into Tuesday’s mouth as the tentacles wriggled around him. “T-Tuesday!”
Tuesday moaned happily, his entire mouth vibrating around Ozzie’s cock as he swallowed. He pulled off only once Ozzie was squirming, and he grinned. “Fuck, Ozzie. You are fucking tasty.”
“Oh… my… God…” Ozzie wheezed, weakly pawing at Tuesday’s shoulders. “Please. Come here?”
Tuesday surged forward, letting Ozzie drag him into a deep kiss.
Ozzie thrust his tongue into Tuesday’s mouth and chased the taste of himself, gasping. “Wow. Just… wow.”
Tuesday held Ozzie close, and his tentacles curled around him, rocking him gently. “Yeah. Starting to think wow is the word of the day, huh?”
“God, yeah.” Ozzie chuckled. “I’ve never… This is…” He took a deep breath as he lost track of how many arms and—or tentacles were holding him right now. “I have never felt anything like that. Not ever.”
“That’s some mighty fine praise. Thank you.” Tuesday nuzzled Ozzie’s cheek. “Mmm, happy to make your soul leave your body any time.”
