It took him a minute to get into it, but once Jonah was in the flow of editing, he knew there was basically nothing that could distract him. He worked on the short promo videos of each of the toys first – just short shots that showed them off – before moving on to the more in-depth ones, where he explained each feature.
The ones he’d shot getting himself off were ones he’d work on at home. He didn’t mind the others all seeing them, but he wanted them to wait until he was done.
So lost in his work, Jonah didn’t notice the time. He didn’t notice anything, in fact, until he felt something slide into his jogging bottoms, curling around his thigh. Jonah frowned, but as he looked down, it slid alongside his cock, and he jerked in surprise.
Torin chuckled from behind him. “I’ve been saying your name for the last few minutes.”
Jonah took off his headphones, setting them aside. The tentacle in his jogging bottoms rubbed up against his cock, another sliding up under his shirt to skim over his ribs. Jonah rolled his head back.
“Torin…”
“Yes?”
“I thought I was taking a break.”
“I didn’t say it would be restful,” Torin said lowly. He pressed a kiss to Jonah’s temple. “Although, you don’t have to doanything at all if you don’t want to. I’m more than happy to do the work.”
Jonah turned his head. He pulled Torin down for another kiss, this one deeper, greedier. One of the suckers on the tentacle roaming over his chest caught a nipple, and Jonah groaned into Torin’s mouth.
“Pretty little slut,” Torin said. He nipped Jonah’s lower lip. “Spread your legs for me.”
Jonah did as he was told. Another tentacle slid under his waistband. One was loosely wrapped around his cock, which was beginning to stiffen, but this one went lower, probing at his entrance. Jonah whined. It was smooth and slick and pushed inside easily, filling him with a pulsating, writhing length.
“Torin, I – Fuck.”
Torin bit down Jonah’s throat. The tentacle on Jonah’s chest teased both his nipples, sucking them hard, and he twisted under the combined touch of the three of them.
“I think I’ll make you cum like this,” Torin said. “You look so desperate, even though I know how much cock you’ve had this week.”
Jonah whined. The tentacle inside him pressed against his prostate. “Ungh,fuck…”
“That’s a good boy. Let me hear you. Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Wha – What is?”
Torin chuckled. He sucked a mark next to Rafe’s bite mark. “How much you love monster cock,” he said. “Bet you’d take all of us and still beg for more.”
Jonah’s face flushed. Yeah, probably, but he wasn’t about to admit it. Well not unless—
The tentacle around Jonah’s cock squeezed hard, the end flicking against his tip. Jonah keened, hips arching even as the tentacle inside him pushed deeper, feeling thicker. Torin’s hand landed on Jonah’s throat, squeezing just a little.
“Tell me. Tell me exactly what you want.”
His voice was low but still melodic, and Jonah couldn’t fight the music of it. “Torin, I – Yes, fuck, I want it all, want all of you.” He was breathing hard. “Want you to line up and take me one after the other. Wanna watch you with each other, too.”
Torin sucked on his earlobe.
“Want you all to keep me full, use me,fuck…”
The tentacle around Jonah’s cock moved faster, squeezing and loosening in a way that had Jonah gasping out his breaths. He cried out when the other pressed against his prostate again, when his nipples were sucked almost to the point of pain…
“Gonna keep you forever, Jonah,” Torin murmured in his ear. He pressed his thumb against Jonah’s mouth and Jonah opened for him, sucking on the digit eagerly. “Gonna stretch you and fill you andbreedyou—”
Jonah cried out. Pleasure shuddered through him, and the tentacle around his cock tightened as he stiffened and came in his jogging bottoms.
When he opened his eyes, Torin was running his hands through Jonah’s hair, the tentacles all gone. Jonah stood on faintly trembling legs, turning for a kiss.
“C’mon,” Torin said, and though his smile was soft, there was a dark edge in his eyes. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
