Ozzie was already right on the edge from all the sweet teasing, and he whimpered. “G-God... More, please. I... I wanna come, Tuesday. So bad.”
“Come for me, baby.” Tuesday encouraged, curling his tentacle inside of Ozzie as more tendrils grabbed his cock. “Go on… Make a big fucking mess.”
“Mmm… mmm! T-Tuesday!” Ozzie sobbed as he came abruptly, spilling all over himself. He couldn’t believe how fast it had happened, but damn, every second was pulsing hot pleasure, and he moaned frantically. “Yes, yes, yes!”
“Oh, baby.” Tuesday groaned loudly, thrusting his tentacle gently and working Ozzie through his orgasm. “You’re so good for me, look at you.”
Ozzie whimpered again, collapsing back on the seat and trying to catch his breath. “Mmm, fuck.” He moaned lightly as one last quiver rocked through him. “Oh my God.” “Beautiful.” Tuesday gave Ozzie’s cock another small squeeze with his tentacle.
Ozzie put his hands over his face. “Oh myGod.”
“Hey, don’t hide,” Tuesday soothed, reaching up to pull Ozzie’s hands from his face. “What’s wrong?”
“Sorry, heh.” Ozzie let Tuesday move his hands, and he knew his eyes were full of tears. “I didn’t mean to get that worked up.
“Don’t apologize.” Tuesday beamed. “It’s okay.”
“I’m kind of a mess. That was…” Ozzie arched forward, seeking a kiss. “That was really something else.”
“You’re really something else too, you know.”
“Thank you, Tuesday.” Ozzie grinned, a genuine and happy smile he didn’t show often. He nuzzled Tuesday’s cheek, murmuring, “I think I’m ready for you. If you still want to.”
“Fuck yeah, of course. But we can wait if you’re still not sure.” Tuesday hugged Ozzie with his tentacles, his hands cupping his face. “We got time, baby. As much as I wanna dick you down, I’m not in any rush.”
“I’m ready now,” Ozzie insisted as he reached down to cup Tuesday’s cock through his pants. “Please. I need you.” He smirked. “But you have to get naked too.”
“Oh, that’s a done deal.” Tuesday laughed, already shrugging off his festive clothing. “Don’t get me wrong. I do love clothes, but ugh, they get kinda itchy after a while.”
“Doesn’t feel good on your goo?” Ozzie teased.
Tuesday laughed, kneeling on the floor in front of Ozzie. “Nope!”
“All the more reason to get this stuff off.” Ozzie sat up and kissed Tuesday, trying to get his pants out of the way so he could get to Tuesday’s dick. He groaned once he had it in his hands, loving the soft texture and heat as he stroked it. “Why, Tuesday. You have a very, very nice dick.”
“Yeah? Not bad, right?” Tuesday grinned as he pressed between Ozzie’s legs, his tentacles wrapping around Ozzie’s thighs to spread them wider. “Glad you like it.”
Ozzie hesitated, asking, “Is this, like… a pleasurable thing for you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Because you’re normally a big ball of goo. But you have a dick when you’re human. So, does that mean part of your goo is… dick goo?”
“Oh my God.” Tuesday snickered. “Okay, look. Without getting super technical, there are parts of my goo that are more special than others.”
“But… all of your goo looks the same to me.”
“Don’t worry.” Tuesday winked. “I know where to put what so it feels good to me too, baby. And of course, if you’re ever interested, I can absolutely make all of your tentacle hentai fantasies come to life.”
Ozzie burst out laughing. “Oh my God.”
“That wasn’t a no.”
“How about we start with a normal dick-shaped goo part?” Ozzie scooted his ass to the edge of the seat.
“Whatever you want.” Tuesday smirked. “You know I can make it bigger too. Thicker. Uncut. The options here are pretty much limitless.”
Ozzie stared.
