“I fucking love your piercing.” I sent my tentacle to play with it.
Kert moaned, releasing more pre-cum. “It looked pretty on some guys at the club, and since I like sounding, I gave it a shot.” He flicked it with his pinkie, then pressed on his slit.
“I want to swirl my tongue around it, play with it, then watch you coat it with your cum as you gasp out your orgasm.”
Grinning, Kert fanned himself with his hand. “So you’re a fan of piercings.”
“Yes. The ones on your nipples too.” I hovered a tentacle close to him.
Goosebumps rose on his flesh in invitation. Choosing a safer spot to touch him, I caressed his fuzzy thigh. “And I’m insanely obsessed with your body hair. It always fascinated me.”
“Really?” He preened. “I love that you don’t have any.”
“Probably why yours is such a turn on for me. Stand up. I want to see all of you.”
“Bossy Mr. Dom.” Kert smirked, but stood up. He’d never been shy in front of me, or anyone else. Half of the dorm had seen his fuzzy ass when he’d run naked through the corridor on a dare.
But this was so much different.
“I used to hate it as a teenager because it was so dark and obvious. Then I got used to it, and now I’m embracing it.” He linked his hands behind his head and cocked his hip.
This. I needed to paint him like that—naked, unabashed, and absolutely gorgeous.
He could be a model for his own art class. Sign ups would overload the school website’s server.
“Quite a journey.” I stood up and had to focus to keep my tentacles at my sides so they wouldn’t stick to him before we were ready. I ran a finger up his side.
He giggled on an exhale. “It tickles.”
I splayed my palm between his pecs, feeling his strong, single heartbeat.
“Every part of your body is like a piece of art. And your scent…” Bending over, I put my face in his armpit.
“What are you—” He gasped and his heart accelerated.
The soft hair tickled my nose as I inhaled Kert’s clean musk of almond and marzipan, much more intense than on his skin. My cocks twitched, and I groaned, sniffing again.
“Sorry, I had to.” I pulled away, but kept my hands on him. “I love the way you smell. Always have. It made your snuggling up to me easy back when.”
“Sniff away. I get off on you being so hungry for me. A dream come true.” He cupped my cheek. “Play with me. Do whatever you want. I’ll tell you when to stop.” He stretched his arms above his head. “I trust you, Marin.”
Like the snap of a rubber band, I relinquished all restraint and let my tentacles loose.
Kert yelped when my appendages explored his body, whisking him off his feet. I tasted the drop of sweat at his nape with my suckers, wrapped my tentacles around his arms, thighs, and waist as I buried my face in his neck. I kissed my way along his jaw to his lips, swallowing his moan.
His wicked tongue swirled against mine with equal hunger, but I wanted more.
I laid him on the blankets, keeping his hands above his head with one tentacle around his wrists, then kissed down his chest to his pierced nipple. I flicked it with my tongue, then sucked the bud in, tasting warm steel.
Kert arched under me, but didn’t struggle in my hold. On the contrary, he gave me his body, following my movements, letting me touch him.What an exhilarating privilege.
I kissed down to the piercing in his belly button. Not wanting to leave his hardened nipples unattended, I splayed a tentacle across his chest with suckers working the buds. Then I squeezed his thighs with my hands and parted them.
His hard cock bounced, pre-cum running down the shaft. A low rumble rose from my chest and I licked his dick from balls to crown, then wrapped my lips around the head.
“Yes, mmm.” Kert’s needy mewling urged me to continue.
I slid the tip of my tentacle into his mouth. “Suck on it.” He moaned around it, his forked tongue caressing it as if it were one of my dicks.
