“Mean what?” Tuesday smirked. “That I love you?”
“Yeah.” Ozzie chuckled. “Somehow, I can believe in elves and aliens?—”
“Aliens are definitely real. Ahem. Obviously.”
“But it still feels impossible to believe that you love me.” Ozzie laughed. “But hey, the impossible is possible, right? And uh, yeah.” He kissed him sweetly. “Never been so fucking happy you came crashing into my tub.”
“Hard same, baby.” Tuesday sighed as he gently pulled out. He flopped over onto his back, though his tentacles stayed close. “This has been like a dream come true. Being myself and having someone who loves me just as I am?” He winked. “Pretty hot stuff.”
“Yeah?” Ozzie grunted as he sat up.
“Yup. Like wow, my dick is already hard again just thinking about it.”
Ozzie laughed when he saw Tuesday was not exaggerating. He smirked as he climbed over to sit in Tuesday’s lap. “Well, I guess we should do something about that, huh?”
“It would be nice of you, but meh, I’m not in any hurry.” Tuesday licked his lips slowly, his eyes moving over Ozzie’s body with a new hunger. “We can totally wait.”
“Really?” Ozzie grinned. “But what if I don’t want to?”
“Well, in that case…” Tuesday wiggled his hips. “I guess you’re just gonna have to do whatever it is you need to do.”
“I might need a second to think about it.” Ozzie arched his hips back so he could rub against Tuesday’s cock as his tentacles squirmed over his thighs, and he smiled sweetly. “Well, I could probably ride your dick hard enough to break this bed.”
“Do it, baby.” Tuesday groaned eagerly. “Fuck this bed. We can get a new one.”
“Mm, yup. Sure can.” Ozzie had wanted to draw this out, but he simply couldn’t wait another second.
Not with Tuesday moaning beneath him like that and gazing up at him like he was the most incredible man in the entire universe. He rubbed the head of Tuesday’s cock against his hole, making sure he was still wet enough before slowly sinking down. He gasped and let out a sharp moan. “God, babe. Yes.”
“There you go, Ozzie.” Tuesday squeezed Ozzie’s thighs encouragingly. “Just like that, baby.”
Ozzie exhaled softly, rolling his hips in short bursts to work Tuesday’s cock inside. He was more confident moving his body now and eased himself through the stretch. He couldn’t get enough of how Tuesday’s gaze made him feel hot and shiver and all over, and he leaned back to brace himself on Tuesday’s thighs. “Mmm, fuck. You feel so damn good.”
“Me?” Tuesday laughed breathlessly, his eyes bright. “You’re incredible.”
Ozzie blushed, and he petted one of the tentacles on his leg. He could actually believe the praise hearing it from Tuesday. He groaned as he sat fully on Tuesday’s cock, enjoying the hot throb of being stuffed.
This wasreal.
He could keep this.
With a smirk, Ozzie lifted his ass and slammed back down.
“Fuck!” Tuesday gasped, his tentacles flailing. “Ozzie!”
Ozzie grinned and kept slamming down, the friction sending white-hot shivers up and down his spine. He whimpered and groaned, keeping up the frantic pace. He leaned farther back, using Tuesday’s legs for support as he fucked himself hard and fast.
He used Tuesday’s dick like a toy, slowing down but keeping up the same vigor behind his slams. He lost himself to the deep rhythm, smiling as he gazed down at Tuesday. “Love you.”
“I love you.” Tuesday curled his tentacles along Ozzie’s cock, stroking him firmly. “I love you so, so fucking much.”
Those words rang through Ozzie’s core and fueled the pump of his hips. He didn’t care about what he looked like or what was sexy, but just what felt good. He sat once more and rocked, circling his hips until he was practically sobbing. “F-fuck! Tuesday!”
Tuesday grunted and raised his body off the bed, thrusting up into Ozzie. “Yeah?
“Ah… ah, T-Tuesday!” Ozzie wailed when Tuesday moved like that, and he desperately shifted to meet him. He lurched forward and slid his hands over Tuesday’s chest, hungrily taking his fill of Tuesday’s thick cock. He moaned, whined, and he grinded down with breathy gasps. “Y-yes… yes, babe.”
Tuesday reached for Ozzie, urging him to lean forward so he could pull him into a deep kiss. He kept thrusting, holding Ozzie tight with his tentacles as they rutted together. “You’re perfect. You’re so fucking perfect, baby.”
