“Too much?” Max let go of the tentacle.
“No. You pull wonderfully. I didn’t expect such goodness with pulling,” Rick said.
“I need you to talk to me and tell me you’re okay,” Max said.
Rick blew a raspberry. “I have no ability to think logical thoughts when you pull my tentacles.”
“Then I am going to pull your tentacles more often. However, I need some reassurance that what I’m doing is good, and you don’t need to be logical.”
“You should demonstrate.” Rick pounced on Max, curling tentacles around his arms and pushing Max back onto the bed. Before Max could formulate a plan to counter-attack, Rick tugged on Max’s arm. For a half second, Max was eye to enormous eye with Rick, and then Rick braced other tentacles on Max’s torso and pushed.
“Oh yeah.” Max’s shoulder popped and muscles stretched. “Fuck yeah. More.”
Rick pushed until Max was turned partially on his side, a tentacle braced against his ass. Max wiggled, and Rick pulled on his leg and arm at the same time. Max arched his back and groaned.
“Is that positive or negative feedback?” Rick asked as he eased the pressure.
“Positive. I think you popped my back, and that feels glorious.” Max used Rick’s temporary distraction to counter-attack, tugging the tentacle that was wrapped around his wrist. Max put his back into it and strained. Rick shimmied with pleasure, releasing his hold over Max. Then several of his tentacles stiffened before turning to jelly. Max had found the sweet spot. He jerked the tentacle again, and Rick made an unfamiliar gargle-grunt. “Do you like that?”
“Fuck yeah, positive feedback. More.” Rick echoed Max’s earlier words. Awww. Max had taught his sweet little octopus to swear.
Max reached for a shorter tentacle. The minute he caught it, the red tip curled around his wrist and Rick shivered. “Tell me if I am close to hurting you.”
“I do not have illogical joinings of bones to make weakness.”
Max experimented by jiggling the tentacle he was holding. “How does that feel?”
“Jerky movements are more odd than pleasurable,” Rick said. And he sounded much more coherent, which meant Max was going in the wrong direction. He wanted to drive Rick to the point that he couldn’t form rational thoughts. He pulled the tentacle, but Rick countered with a sneak attack. The tentacle under Max’s back caught Max’s wrist and yanked it. Max lost his hold on the tentacle he’d captured.
Rick pushed Max’s hip away while tugging his arm closer. It meant Max was twisted oddly on the bed, but his back was getting the best stretch ever. “Fuck yeah,” he said with a groan. Tensions that had set into his bones leaked out every pore. “Do the other side,” he begged.
Rick crawled over Max, his weight leaving Max breathless for a second before he slid over to the other side. Then Rick repeated the push-pull-twist maneuver on the other side. Max’s spine crackled and he groaned in pleasure. Knots he’d had since college all melted away. “Hell yes.” Max grunted when Rick curled a tentacle around his thigh. With the walking tentacle firmly in the small of Max’s back, Rick stretched Max’s right arm and leg, making his spine crack.
Max turned his body over to Rick’s care. “Oh fuck yeah.” He sighed the words as his muscles yielded. Shivers travelled up his spine and Max’s eyes fell closed as Rick manipulated him. Time slid past as Rick rolled him around the bed, and Max was too blissed-out to care. When Rick finished stretching Max’s last finger, Rick settled on top of Max, resting against Max’s sweaty shoulder. Max had no idea why he was sweating because Rick had done most of the work. However, he was too relaxed and comfortable to care.
“Did you enjoy—?” more whale song.
Max thought about it for a second. He considered massage, but there was more muscle work involved, and he had stretched in ways that didn’t match that idea. He said, “Sexy yoga. That was very, very sexy yoga.” Max groaned as he tried to shift his ass over an inch. His muscles protested that he was too loose and relaxed to move.
“Did you enjoy sexy yoga?”
“I loved it,” Max said. He had never enjoyed intimacy without his dick getting involved, and he had been missing out. “Did you enjoy it?” Max felt a niggle of worry that he had not been very good at pulling tentacles. He was more the pullee.
“It’s grrrrreat!” Rick trumpeted in a good imitation of a cartoon tiger. He was watching too much television, and coming from Max, that was saying something. Rick stroked Max’s side, his tentacles warm against Max’s skin. “Humans and Hidden ones are exceptionally compatible.” Rick settled in against Max . He was an island of heat as the rest of Max’s body cooled.
“You and I are compatible, that’s for sure. But I feel guilty because I gave up pulling on your tentacles somewhere in the middle.”
“That always happens,” Rick said. “I don’t often win, but I like to win.”
Max pried one eye open. “Win? What did you win?”
“I won the—” whale song.
“You won? I didn’t know it was a competition.”
Rick trumpeted. “You tried to win.”
“I did not.”
