“Oh yeah? You’re just saying that to get into my pants.”
I glanced pointedly down where he was playing with the waistband of my boxers. “Yes, that’s clearlymyplan.”
He traced the imprint of my upper cock with his fingertips, then knelt on the floor. “Sounds solid to me.”
Even a sliver of attention from Kaos got me hard in seconds, but having his hooded gaze focused on me meant I was ready to fuck him then and there. I shed my T-shirt and stroked his unruly hair. It was so soft I could pet him for hours, lazily playing with the strands and his fluffy ears. Maybe I’d get a chance to do that.
Kaos pulled my boxers down, letting my cocks spring up. His delicate fingers scorched my skin with fire as he danced them up my thighs and to my groin. He licked his lips, then the tip of my upper dick, and wrapped his hand around the bottom one.
I released a shuddered breath, standing still while my body filled with heat like it did whenever Kaos touched me.
His gorgeous green eyes gleamed with lust, mirroring my own.
Gently, as if he knew I was on the verge of bending him over and taking him way too rough for his small frame, Kaos sucked the tapered head of my penis. The different shape had given my previous lovers a pause once they’d gotten past the fact that I had two dicks in the first place. But not Kaos. He didn’t question how my body was built; he didn’t hesitate in touching and licking.
His exploratory movements and eagerness pushed me to the brink way too quickly. I cupped his face in my hands and pulled him off with a sloppy sound.
He licked his lips and looked up at me. “Will you fuck me now? Please.”
I lifted the bottom of his hoodie to reveal his cock, hard and ready for me, hiding behind the cotton of his boxer briefs. “Oh I’ll fill you up. But first I want you begging on your knees.” Sending a mild electric current through my lower right tentacle, I zapped him in the thigh.
He moaned, and his dick twitched, wetting the fabric with pre-cum. “Yes, Chef!”
“So what do you say?” I kept my voice steady, but inside I was falling apart for this man. My upper tentacle climbed up his chest and rested gently around his throat.
“Will you fuck me, please?” He swallowed so hard I could feel his Adam’s apple moving under my grip. “With your tentacles, your cocks, or both at once. Please, fill me up.”
“I’ve been dreaming of fucking you, but I don’t want to hurt you.” Every night since I’d let him into the house, my dreams had been full of Kaos, his laughter, his touch, his neediness to be pleasured…by me.
Kaos tapped his chin and pulled off a flirty look. “One dick will fit. For more, I’d need stretching. But I dated a Minotaur once, so it should be doable.” He grinned. “It was an experience.”
“My eager kitten.”
“I like that I’m yours,” he whispered.
A sense of rightness and dread filled me simultaneously. “For a few weeks, you are.”
“Good.” He purred, wiggling his tail that was peeking out from under his oversized black hoodie. It had the name of my brother’s band and artwork made by my other brother on it.
I picked him up, sat him on the working washing machine, and caressed his thighs. I’d never found any activity to be more important and more fascinating than cooking, but pleasuring Kaos had become my favorite in record time. I could spend hours playing with his body, wringing beautiful sounds out of him.
Capturing his lips, I sent my tentacles under his hoodie, teasing his nipples and splaying on the smooth skin of his back. He moaned into my mouth, and I drank the sound like it was a nectar that could keep me alive forever. If all that time could be spent with Kaos willingly splayed under me, I’d never have a care in the world.
Kaos wiggled his ass impatiently.
I laid him on his back and slid his simple black boxer briefs down his legs. The contrast between his all-black wardrobe and his colorful socks was not lost on me. The hair on his thighs rose to my fingers as I traced the edge of his thigh-highs, this time with an eggplant pattern. Cheeky kitten.
Chapter Eleven
Spiro
His underwear was still in my hand. I hesitated but lost the battle with propriety, and lifted the fabric to my nose. Meeting Kaos’s wide gaze, I inhaled his sweet natural scent mixed with the aroma of his pre-cum. Would I get away with it if I stole these? I’d need a fresh pair right before we parted ways to keep me going. I shook my head to clear the dark thoughts and tossed his boxer briefs behind me.
I spread his knees and held them with my tentacles as I dove to nuzzle his groin. His natural scent of blueberries and oranges broke through the shower gel smell. I’d remember it forever. Inhaling deeply, I fed my arousal with more of Kaos, more of my wicked kitten.
His cock dripped pre-cum onto his abdomen, enticing me. With an involuntary low growl, I licked it like it was honey and let my taste buds rejoice. It was delicately sweet—a healthy snack I could have before dinner. Honestly, it was an appetizer before I devoured his dick. I vowed to eat this divine dish for the remainder of the year. His scent and the way every part of his body tasted matched my palate with magical accuracy.
I paused with my lips around the head of his dick.
