I fucking loved that. “Have you ever came from them being stimulated?”
“No.” He pouted.
“Not yet,” I said, already weaving a plan.
A mischievous smile graced his lips. The fucker knew how to play me and I was there for it.
I let go of his horns and patted his cheek. He parted his lips, and I slid my top cock into his eager mouth. He looked up at me with eyes like the darkest depths of the ocean that I loved to admire for hours.
I reached behind his back with my tentacle where he linked his hands together and pulled on his wrist. Guiding his hand to my bottom cock, I secreted slime on it.
“Give it some love.” I thrust deeper into his mouth.
Kert moaned around the shaft and jerked the cock underneath it with his slicked hand. This was why I hadn’t let him play with my cocks. The little devil was so good, I was ready to blow in seconds. But I hadn’t spent years training to control myself to let go now, even if my refractory period was mere minutes long. I wanted him to work for it.
Tears welled in Kert’s eyes at his attempt to fit the length of my cock in his throat, but he kept going, breathing through his nose.
I held him by the horns with my hands, guiding my cock out slowly, then back in deeper. When my pubic bone touched his nose, he moaned in triumph and leaked pre-cum from his dick onto the floor panels.
As a reward, I stroked his horns and wrapped a tentacle around his cock, sending another one to slick his hole and ease in just the tip.
He swallowed around the head of my cock and looked up at me.
“My greedy little devil.” I could edge myself using his mouth for hours. Maybe if we’d had more time together, I would lock us both in the apartment for days and play a game of who can hold on the longest while being stimulated all the time.
He closed his eyes, letting the tears roll down his cheeks, his hand working my lower cock with a tight grip. The salty droplets on his face called to me like the song of the ocean, so I touched one drop with a finger and tasted it. I needed more of Kert’s sex tears.
I pulled him off me by the horns, my cock slipping out on a wet squelch.
Kert gasped in air, then chased my dick with his mouth.
“Keep that up and I’ll come all over your face.”
“Please.” He flicked his forked tongue, catching a droplet of my pre-cum. Sneaky fucker.
“Not yet.” I let go of his cock, and he whimpered his displeasure.
I scooped him up and carried him towards the bedroom like a thief absconding with a diamond necklace. Kert let out a giggle and linked his hands at my nape. With a growl of need, I tumbled us both to the mattress and covered Kert’s body with mine.
He was grinning, sucking on his lip piercing as if he hadn’t seduced me already.
All three of my hearts raced at the sight, pumping blood to my cocks and brain so I wouldn’t lose my head. Because I was close. So fucking close to saying the words that had no place between us. Not when Kert was leaving soon. Not when I was supposed to learn to live without him in my bed.
To quiet my mind, I pushed his thighs to his chest and licked over his pucker. It contracted under my ministrations, so I pushed my tongue in, burying my face in his scent. Kert arched, but I sent my tentacles to pin him down by the wrist and over his chest.
Fucking hell, I was addicted.
Pulling away, I slicked my bottom cock with my slime and sunk into Kert. He released a loud cry when his body accepted my dick halfway, his ring of muscle stretching.
“Mine. You’re mine, Kert.” My cephalopod instincts were in sync with my human nature, my entire being agreeing that Kert was special.
“Yes. Please fuck me. Mark me. Ruin me.” Kert rolled his hips, squeezing around my shaft.
Focusing on my body, I curved my cock up, tagging his prostate.
“I love when you beg.”And I will give you anything you ask for.
I held his hands above his head with one tentacle and stroked his horn with another, all the while thrusting into his ass.
