The biochemical bond, their bodies forever changing, lives entwined, hearts beating as one.
Ciaran rolled them over, and Sawyer was too spent to resist, though he whined and shuddered when Ciaran slipped out of him. “Noooo.”
Ciaran smiled down at him, fondness clear in his eyes. “Your body needs to recover.”
The tip of a red tentacle brushed a stray strand of sweaty hair from Sawyer’s forehead, making him smile. “Need you to never stop fucking me and coming inside me.”
Ciaran blushed, and Sawyer couldn’t help but lift his heavy hand and gently chase the colour across Ciaran’s cheek.
“You feel it too,” Ciaran murmured.
“The fireworks in my bones,” Sawyer replied. Then he put a hand to his sternum. “This fire in my core, it burns for you. I feel... connected to you. I don’t understand it, but it’s the best thing to ever happen to me. I’ve never felt so complete, so... at peace. I can’t explain it?—”
Ciaran kissed him, then kissed his nose, his forehead, his cheek. “Same. I am... I am yours.”
“And I am yours,” Sawyer said. He was exhausted. Utterly spent. He had no clue what time it was. It looked to be getting dark outside, but in this part of the world, it got dark at midday if there was cloud cover. “Please tell me we’re spending the next two days on this mattress.”
Ciaran’s smile quirked up at one corner. “Are you sore?”
Sawyer snorted. “No. God, no. I have never felt so good.” He was going to say the tentacle prep was next level, decided he probably shouldn’t say that, but then figured he absolutely should. “Your method of stretching me with your tentacles that adjust in size, and the built-in lube? Outstanding work, sir.”
Ciaran laughed and blushed some more, but then his smile faltered, his gaze becoming serious. “You are not... weirded out?”
What the?
“Are you kidding? Absolutely not. Hottest sex I’ve ever had. Like, ever.” Sawyer could joke all he liked, but seeing Ciaran’s insecurity pulled him up short. “Hey,” he said gently. “I meant it when I said all of you. Both sides. Human, cephamorph. It’s a package deal, and I want the whole package, okay? All of you.”
Ciaran’s eyes softened. “Okay.” Then he sighed. “I am happy. The happiest I have ever been. Could ever be. I fear two days on this mattress won’t be enough.”
Sawyer could feel Ciaran’s eager dick. “Hmm, so the three hearts thing is true, huh? One heart for nothing but sexual stamina.” He spread his legs and rolled his hips again, ready and eager for more. “I’ll take as much as you can give me, Ciaran.”
Ciaran made a low, guttural sound, and then Sawyer found himself flipped over onto his stomach, red tendrils wrapped around his legs, his body, sliding, soothing. Ciaran was a delicious weight on Sawyer’s back and arse, his breath hot at Sawyer’s ear. “I can give you whatever you want, whatever you need. You will want for nothing.” Then his tentacles slithered between them into the crease of Sawyer’s arse, then into his hole.
“Oh fuck,” he breathed.
“I plan to,” Ciaran murmured, pushing the thick head of his cock into Sawyer and sliding all the way in.
It felt thicker, fuller. Sawyer arched his back, spreading his legs wider, giving silent permission for Ciaran to do whatever he wanted...
And that was when Sawyer felt it.
Something else...
A tentacle still inside him along with Ciaran’s cock. He was getting double penetrated....
Holy fuck.
Was that...
“Oh fuck,” Sawyer cried out, his entire body twitching, shuddering, on fire and in heaven as a tentacle sucker found his prostate.
Sawyer couldn’t really remember much after that.
He spent the next countless hours somewhere between heaven and utopia, in a state of pleasure so intense, it was almost laced with pain.
Ciaran had him in so many different ways, Sawyer couldn’t distinguish between reality and erotic dreams. His body was wrung out, his mind on some other blissful plane.
And his heart...
