“Max Husband must move carefully,” Rick said. “The healing of bones requires more stillness than the healing of tentacles.”
“At least the healing of bones does not come with the danger of ruptured blood vessels and gangrene,” Max said dryly. “But that’s not what I want to talk about right now.” He curled hisarm around the nearest tentacle and tugged at it far more gently than he normally would. Their sex often turned into an athletic event. Hell, Max had developed a bit of a kink for being pinned against walls. But his body could not handle that right now, so he kept his tugging slow and gentle and tender.
“We should discuss more pleasant topics,” Rick said, “like the asymmetrical nature of your intestines, and the vast size difference between dominant tentacles.”
“Or,” Max countered, “we could discuss how beautifully random your eyes are. Or the way every single tentacle is a different length.”
That made Rick undulate happily, and he lifted a curled tentacle so it was right in front of Max’s face. “And I have much red,” Rick said in a bubbly voice.
Max caught the tentacle in question and brought it to his lips, kissing the red banding near the tip. “You have beautiful red tentacles,” Max agreed.
“And I love the number of different colors you have on your body.” Rick ghosted his red-tipped tentacle across Max's cheeks. To Max's eye, his freckles were faint, but maybe Hidden ones had better vision because there were few things Rick liked to do more than count every freckle on Max's face.
“This is a much more pleasant conversation.” Max put a little more effort into tugging on the tentacle he had captured.
Rick curled a slender tentacle around the base of Max’s cock and wiggled the tip between his balls. Max arched his back and groaned with pleasure. Tentacles were so much more convenient for sex than human anatomy. Sometimes Max even felt bad for Rick that he got the fuzzy end of this lollipop. But Max wouldn’t complain, not when he had a sexy husband in his bed.
With his free hand, he caught another red tipped tentacle and brought it to his lips, kissing it and feeling the skin tremble.
In retaliation, Rick tightened his hold around Max’s cock and squeezed, the pressure moving from the base to the tip and then wriggling back and down so that Max’s brain whited out.
“You don’t play fair,” Max complained. He knew that Rick felt competitive about getting him to orgasm first. He always wanted Max to spill all over himself before Max could tease Rick into such a frenzy that the slit on the underside of his reproductive tentacle opened.
But this was hardly a fair playing field. Max was stuck flat on his back, and the equipment holding his leg in place left him limited in his range of motion. But that didn't mean he would surrender easily. He reached for Rick's reproductive tentacle.
Rick rotated away. That most sensitive of tentacles was out of reach, even when Max tried to lunge for it. Rick pressed his body weight against Max's upper body, pinning him to the bed.
Max might have retaliated, but Rick chose that moment to slide a tentacle into Max. He curled the tip until it pressed against Max’s prostate, and Max nearly levitated off the bed. If it wasn't for Rick's weight pinning him down and the bracing around his broken leg, he might have managed it. Levitation through sexual frustration... would be an interesting magical power to develop, and Max was on the cusp of managing it.
“You cheat,” Max gasped.
“I allocate resources to achieve objectives,” Rick countered. “And with many more tentacles than five, I have advantage in resources.”
Max couldn't argue that, or at least he couldn't when his brain had gone on temporary hiatus due to the tidal wave of need rolling through him. A tsunami of need. A fucking...whatever you called a flood that killed everything of need. His nerves were on fire and his cock so hard that Max couldn't focus on anything else. His balls ached, and the tentacle up his ass felt like it had tripled in width.
Tears gathered in the corners of Max’s eyes, and he dug his heel into the mattress and thrust up, desperate for enough friction to finish. Rick brushed his tentacle over the head of Max’s cock and tightened coils around it, jerking it once and twice and then a third time while pressing against Max’s prostate.
Max came with a shout, his come splattering across his stomach and leaving little white freckles on several tentacles that had been in the firing path. Max still felt overheated, like he'd been sitting in the Iraqi sun for too long.
Rick's tentacles whispered across his sweat-stained skin, glancing touches teasing him.
“My turn.” Max reached for his husband.
Rick moved his reproductive tentacle out of reach. “I am victorious,” Rick announced, and he inched away.
“You were victorious first,” Max agreed, “but I think it would be awesome if we were mutually victorious.” Max tightened his hold on the two tentacles he had caught.
“I regret there’s a lack of time for mutual victory in this,” Rick said, “but Hidden ones require a ceremony of return to birthworld. I am not in possession of accessories appropriate for gathering of celebration.”
Max frowned and filtered that through his Hidden one secret decoder ring, the one he kept in his brain for when the translator completely failed. “Are you saying you were invited to a party?”
“We are invited to a party,” Rick corrected him, “but Max Husband is not biologically Hidden one, even if he is registered as Hidden one spouse. It means that Max Husband does not require appropriate accessories. I do.” Rick made a quarter turn and considered Max out of a different set of eyes. “I dislike appropriate accessories.”
Max had gone to a few military balls in his day, and “appropriate accessories” sounded like an official function withrequired protocols and all the military regalia in proper order. “Is this something you need to explain to me?” Max asked. He didn’t want to be the idiot who didn’t know the rules and protocols if they had to go to some shindig.
Rick slid off the edge of the bed and retrieved his tool hat, slapping it onto his head so hard that his walking tentacle curled in distress and he shrank by several inches.
“I will be explaining when I return for Max Husband. I will return as quickly as possible given the requirements for the obtaining of appropriate accessories.” The whole time, Rick was backing away from the bed. Max propped himself on his elbows and studied his husband. Rick had many skills, but lying was not one.
