Rick
Thebrightcolorsofthe flickering tree lights danced on Ner’s face. He lay next to me on the rug, amongst leftover tinsel and unused decorations, with the easy air of a man who belonged in my house. His gaze was on the tree, whereas I was looking at the incredible cut of his profile, with his sharp jawline, tiny nose, and lashes that fanned over blue-flushed cheeks. I brushed the waves of his teal hair and a dimple appeared as he smiled.
I snuggled into his side, wanting to saturate myself with him, to soak up all that I could, making memories to last me a lifetime. No matter what we did, and how much time we spent together, it would never be enough.
“You brought cheer into my life,” I said, and reached for his tentacle, pressing my fingertips into the suckers.
The lights reflected in his eyes were like tiny specks of fairy dust. I kissed him and he reciprocated with need, tasting of sugar and icing. He ran his tentacles up my arms and pushed me back to the floor, covering my body with his. I stretched underneath him, reveling in his warmth as his lower tentacles pressed against my thighs.
He broke the kiss and brought a nearby string of tinsel between us.
“Mmm tinsel and tentacles. My two favorite Christmas things.” I smirked.
He barked out a laugh and nibbled on my earlobe. “And we have plenty of both for tonight.”
“Good.” I arched for him to feel my growing erection.
Ner wiggled his tentacles into my sweatpants and I lifted my ass up for him to take them off. He stood up to strip off his clothes with a grace and speed that I envied. I used the opportunity to get rid of my sweater and lay back naked, spreading my legs in invitation.
“You’re magnificent. Splayed on the rug like an offering.” He traced his tentacle from my collarbone down my heaving chest. “I could look at you for hours. At your abs, legs… your beautiful cock.” He flicked my hard-on and it bobbed before pointing straight at him. He walked around me, playing with the string of tinsel between his fingers. “Will you kneel for me?”
“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “I’ll do anything you ask.”
The lust in Ner’s face sent a jolt through my dick.
“Good monsterfucker.” He patted my cheek with his cocktacle. The mix of affection and dominance switched something in me. I wanted to please him and be the best boy, the best tentacle slut for him.
I pulled myself to my knees, back straight, chin up.
Ner pressed on my shoulders, lowering my ass to my heels. “Hands behind your back.”
I obeyed, releasing a ragged breath as he bound my wrists together.
“Merry Christmas,” he whispered against my lips, then turned around.
When he bent over, he gave me the best view in the universe. He spread his cheeks with his tentacles, showing me his pucker in a darker shade of teal than his skin. My mouth watered as I watched him press on his taint with his suckers. They pulsed and danced over his sensitive spot until his balls drew up.
“Please.” I shifted closer on my knees, my cock dripping pre-cum on the rug. “Can I lick? You promised.”
“I did.” He straightened up, dug his fingers into my hair and pulled my face to his ass.
He held me there as I let my tongue loose, tracing around his hole, lapping, sucking. I moaned as heat coiled in my abdomen. I wanted to taste him for so long, this was a true present. Yes, that’s what I needed. When Ner’s groaning grew desperate in tone and he ground himself on my face, my enthusiasm spiked even more. I ate his ass like it was my last meal, until Ner pulled me away by my hair. I swayed, wanting to return between his cheeks.
When he turned around, his eyes glowed teal with lust and he panted, his tentacles waving in the air as if ready to strike. It was the sexiest thing I’d seen in my life. His lean body moved like water, with effortless grace as he straddled my lap without putting his full weight on me. He braced himself on the floor with his upper tentacles and kissed my saliva-drenched lips, his tongue gentle but tinged with urgent need.
His smooth cocktacle wrapped around my hard-on and released clear lubricant from the slit, coating my dick.
Fucking hell, will he ride me?
I held my breath when Ner lifted his hips, then I moaned like the happiest slut when the head of my dick slipped into his tight hole.
“So good,” he whispered, impaling himself slowly until my cock was fully inside.
We groaned in unison; the sound mixing with the cheerful Christmas music playing in the background. Our foreheads touched and Ner’s breath fanned on my lips as he remained still for the longest moment.
Then he moved.
The gentle rocking of his hips was heaven and hell all at once. His tight heat squeezed my cock in the most glorious way, but I craved more now. I wanted us to claim each other, to make promises we intended to keep, to fuck like there was no tomorrow, only to wake up together again and again.
