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Hardly.

[ You’re hardly a gentleman, he badly wants to say, but any words he says now will only be tinged with the embarrassing heat of his burgeoning desire, and that’s not a weakness he wants Kleken to indulge in so easily.

He even manages to bite back a moan when he feels Kleken’s fingers digging into skin, his robe peeled back to reveal many old scars scattered across his body from a lifetime of assassinations. And his fingers find Kleken’s throat when that robe slips away at last, leaving him fully naked, a tough and scarred beast unable to hide behind the veneer of a gentleman any longer. ]

You…

[ You might have more appendages than him, Kleken, but he’s deadly efficient with the ones he does have…

Especially those pointy fingernails, digging harder into the delicate flesh of Kleken’s throat as those tentacles force them flush together. ]

[ At this rate, Kleken's going to have his own collection of scars to rival the other's- ]

[ He could do without Minos' intense concentration on his neck, however. Whether biting it or squeezing it, the man seems to have a penchant for the most annoying of painful interactions with this particularly sensitive body part and it's rather difficult to restrain his own survival instincts from trying to fling Minos off. It took him forever to get the man in this position and he wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of escaping from it by Kleken's own doings. ]

Hmm?

[ That hum of his in response might be half-choked, but he's not going to let it stop him from using a tentacle to pointedly nudge Minos into another kiss, one that he bites the other man's lip with while tentacles trace curiously over those scars in distraction. ]

[ Though perhaps no bigger of a distraction than the hand he manages to snake down between them and finally get his hand around Minos' cock. ]

[ Two can hold sensitive body parts in this bed- ]

[ Smart of Kleken to keep from trying to tear Minos off of him—those claws can sink deep, though they’re hardly as penetrating as that look Minos is giving him as they kiss, because Minos is still fighting against all the wonderful sensations those gross slimy tentacles are giving him.

It’s so terribly difficult not to shudder and moan through their kiss as his scars are fondled, because now this is how he finds out he’s actually sensitive in those places too and he hates it, thanks. He’ll extract his dues from Kleken one way or another…

He tears away from that kiss with a smirk, not at all afraid that Kleken has him by the cock.

It might just be the Minotaur inside of him, but his Demi-Human ancestry has at least thrown him some kind of a bone(r). ]

You might be good for a lie, but how about a ride?

[ Be careful how you answer; he’s still got his claws around you… ]

[ He honestly thought Minos wouldn't even be physically capable of making such innuendo. ]

[ No need to tell the other man how attractive the contrast was. ]

[ Also stop calling his tentacles gross- ]

I imagine there would only be one satisfactory way for you to find out. Anything else might sound like a lie, after all.

[ There's no hesitation in his response, just a most unsubtle squeeze of his hand around Minos, tentacles joining his fingers to curl around the man for support. Or to be annoying. Both, likely. ]

[ They need to stop being gross first— ]

That might just be the most truthful thing I’ve heard from you yet.

[ Here’s an increasingly smug smile to reward him for that quip, as Minos eases up his grip on that throat at last. He doesn’t even bother fighting the slippery grip of those annoying tentacles now, because the real prize remains unguarded—Kleken’s thighs, which Minos wastes no time in hoisting up, pointed fingers digging meaningfully into the sensitive inner thighs as he prizes those legs apart.

He knows he has to hurry, if only because he can feel his control slipping away, those damned tentacles teasing at his body driving him further and further into madness, his tail swishing restlessly behind him, but even those tentacles nothing compared to the hand locked around his generous bull’s girth, hot and aching for something other than Kleken’s slimy paws.

That look he’s giving Kleken now could devour him whole. ]

Now here’s another mystery I’d like to get to the bottom of: how well can those things really satisfy you?

[ Maybe Minos needs to stop being gross- ]

I had thought I'd been quite honest this whole time.

[ Being manhandled in such a way has all of Kleken's hackles up, but for once in his life he doesn't immediately send the person manhandling flying with an aggressive smack of his tentacles. Minos does, however, get the treat of a tight squeeze around him from Kleken's hand and a challenging look in spite of the very real danger he knows he's in. ]

Oh? Will you not take care of matters yourself? Or do you require a demonstration of matters to understand?

[ Someday they will not continue to dig the hole they've dug themselves into deeper. This is not that day. ]

[ Wow Kleken’s face is gross!! ]

A demonstration? What an excellent idea.

[ That’s all the warning Kleken will get as Minos prizes his thighs further apart to finally enter him—knowingly dry and hardly caring in the least. He wouldn’t even be surprised if Kleken turns out to be quite slimy upon entry, and he’s certainly not afraid of what those tentacles might do to him even when they’re both like this.

And they both sure are…like this. Minos would be surprised at himself for how easily he’d been goaded into coming this far, but all he can feel right now is a heat and tightness quite unlike anything he’s ever felt before—a new kind of thrill that goes beyond cleanly dispatching the Andersens’ enemies and clinching a savvy business deal.

The fact that it had to be Kleken of all people to introduce him to this is, of course, going to haunt him forever. ]

[ Maybe he will kill Minos after all- ]

[ The status of Kleken's insides is one very rarely discussed, and even more rarely experienced, but Minos will find the entry just as 'slimy' as the rest of the man's tentacles. Though Kleken himself would insist upon it being a very normal amount of moisture for a sea creature, thank you. ]

[ He's loathe to admit it isn't enough, not for such a sudden and large (who asked Minos to be so large-) intrusion. There's no hiss nor swear from the man, not even a grimace of displeasure, but the tightening of his body around Minos and the very sudden movements of tentacles to wrap around Minos' neck are perhaps more than telling enough as to his thoughts on the matter. ]

[ And even still, he lies. ]

Oh-

[ And if he sounds a little breathless, that's just Minos' imagination. ]

How gentle you are.

[ Can’t you just be happy you took his virginity— ]

…Hn.

[ That was a smoother entry than he’d expected, but should he really be surprised? The grip of those tentacles forces his head back, but despite the tightness in his voice and the rasp of his breath Minos is still unwilling to concede even an inch to Kleken.

So he grins, with one hand still on Kleken’s thigh and another making a grab for those disgustingly slippery tentacles, knowing even then that he won’t be able to pry it off of him like this but making a show of trying anyway. ]

Just the way you like it, then.

[ This is not at all the way he expected to take it okay- ]

[ The tentacles are as stubborn as the man controlling them, taking to twisting around whatever limbs they can when yanked at, but even Minos can likely tell they aren't actively trying to wrench the man away. Kleken had much larger tentacles at his disposal that would be able to do the job, or at least a better try at it. ]

[ No, just as it was said, Kleken and his tentacles are incredibly stubborn beings and now that he has Minos in this compromising position, however against his own preferences it may be, he'll be keeping him here. ]

[ If not with his body, than with his words. ]

Do try not to put me to sleep now.

[ Someone was going to regret all this. Probably both of them, in very different ways. ]

[ Suck it up like your tentacles dammit— ]

Oh, don’t worry.

[ He grunts, trying to wriggle free from the additional grip of those roving tentacles. It’s going to be very difficult for him to actually move if Kleken keeps this up, and he doesn’t want to think about what might happen if he’s ever completely immobilized in front of this bastard.

His claws start digging into the fat, slippery flesh of a tentacle. Just how connected is Kleken to these things, anyway? Can he even feel what’s going on— ]

I’ll certainly take good care of you once you pass out.

[ There’s more than one way to make regrettable life decisions in here— ]

[ Kleken will give Minos something to suck alright- ]

[ He can feel it, of course he can, though not to the sensitivity as he feels with his human-shaped body parts. But Minos isn't getting any indication of those facts, since he's got more than enough ammo to use against (or inside, as it currently were) him. The tentacles loosen their grip just a smidge though. Just a smidge.

[ Kleken, on the other hand, pointedly squeezes himself around the intruder. Come on Minos, if you're going to fuck him, then just do it already. ]

What unsupported confidence you have.

[ If they can even get that far— ]

And what terrible manners you have.

[ Doesn’t he ever get tired of lying all the time? Well, not that it matters. Minos is ~~a six star~~ a bull Demi-Human for a reason, and that does include an incredible amount of Lumina-infused brute strength, which he now uses—not to manipulate that tentacle, but to pull Kleken toward him, yanking that leg high up as he pulls out slowly…

…And slams back in without warning, because fuck being slow and considerate with a man like Kleken. ]

[ He lies as easily as he breathes, thank you. ]

Ho-

[ Can't believe this 6 star dps is bullying a 5 star support like this- ]

[ The air is quite literally shoved out of him with that thrust, Kleken's eyes widening for the briefest of moments in startlement as he's cut off mid-word. And if a few of his tentacles quiver just then, it's definitely not in response to the very very small hint of pleasure laced between the discomfort. ]

[ The difference in strength between them makes it clear there's exactly one way Kleken will be getting out of this, which is luckily (is any of this lucky??) something right in his wheelhouse of comfort. Even if everything about their exact situation isn't. ]

How... funny of you to say.

[ It looks like Kleken has a weakness after all— ]

…Heh.

[ Lie all you want, Kleken, but even while flushed with desire Minos can’t possibly look any more smugly self-satisfied, because those brief, split-second reactions are enough. That look on Kleken’s face, the way his tentacles feel…

He’s never going to forget them. And he knows that neither will Kleken.

~~This is a horrible, horrible mistake—~~

So forget the leg, forget responding to Kleken’s attempts to provoke him. Minos is grabbing him by the throat and slamming him back against their cot as his thrusts start coming in fast and deep, bloodlust vivid behind his deep red eyes as he stares down at his oh-so-slippery quarry. ]

[ That's not a weakness that is an involuntary reaction of the body!! ]

[ Minos is right though, Kleken's going to have nightmares about that annoyingly smug look on his face- ]

[ And as much as he hates how it's happening, he's reached his girl. He can see the maddened look in Minos eyes that he'd been repeatedly trying to tease out and he can most certainly feel the lost of control between their bodies. So even through the lose of air and the absolute wreck he knows his body is going to be left in by the end of this, there's a challenge in his own look back. ]

[ And a clamping down of his reactions to boot, only the rocks that quite literally force them out being enough to make him make a noise. ]

Haa-!

[ Minos should’ve been satisfied with just this—putting Kleken in his place, for whatever bizarre reason he’d been convinced to try in the first place.

~~Aren’t they supposed to be working together?~~

That voice only goads him further, his thrusts coming in harder and harder, as do his breaths, his gaze as he drinks deep of Kleken’s suffering (or so he thinks), the beast within him reveling in the dominance, the quiver of tentacles and the heated flesh trapped underneath him, the way he could easily break the man now, and it would have nothing at all to do with his surging Lumina…

But he hasn’t completely broken Kleken yet—that much he sees. How to push him further, then? It feels like the more Minos thrusts into him the more of his own rational, civilized nature gets thrown to the wind, torn apart by those maddening tentacles, and even more maddening gaze… ]

Do you think of him when you do this?

[ He doesn’t even know what he’s saying now. ]

Lord Istvan?

[ Is this not working together- ]

[ He loathes the way he reacts to that name, that he even reacts at all instead of holding onto that aloof level of control he so prides himself in. How his body reacts, suddenly clamping down tighter than ever around the uncivilized intruder inside of him and his back arches ever so slightly to draw Minos furtheer in. As if the man weren't trying to pound himself impossibly deep already. ]

[ It's his body reacting to the unfamiliar pleasure, he convinces himself near frantically in his head, eyes finally falling shut to wrestle focus away from the unwanted images helpfully supplied by Minos' damn words. Nothing more than that. ]

[ Minos may be lost in the pleasure of dominating his body and babbling, but Kleken's utilizing every ounce of control not to let himself fall into some moaning, wriggling mess the man wants him to be. ]

O-Oh? Do you want me to think of- ngh, other men right now?

Don’t you—nngh—

[ He might have felt immense satisfaction at being able to get that rise out of Kleken, to watch him shut away his heated gaze lest they become too honest for his own good, but that feeling’s short-lived.

In the end, Minos is still very, very new at this, and even if he hasn’t been thinking of a fellow white-haired Demi-Human high-rarity Forest unit, well…

That little reaction of Kleken’s is enough, finally tipping him over the edge until he spills, hot and moaning, inside of Kleken at last, his own eyes fluttering shut as he rides out the sensations. ]

[ If Minos is going to start thinking about other people in bed, he could at least have the decency to tell Kleken so he can do the same- ]

[ The shudder that races down his spine is painfully noticeable, however much Kleken tries to hide it, but he can live with the knowledge that Minos was able to get his body to react that way. Couldn't be helped against this annoying level of pleasure his body decided to find in all of this. Nevermind that his tentacles are also pulling Minos in tight, keeping him trapped there while he empties himself into Kleken as if milking the man for all he's worth. That was acceptable too. ]

[ The groan, however. ]

[ The low groan he makes in echo to Minos' moan is going to haunt his own nightmares after this. ]

Aah-!

[ Hey, there’s no stopping Kleken from thinking about Istvan all the time. Minos isn’t even going to be offended. Like. Come on— ]

Mmn…

[ He blinks, tries to recover himself before Kleken does, but it’s hard with the tentacles holding him fast, wrapping him up in darkness, his whole body still exposed and raw and…

And there’s this odd sense of triumph, such that he hasn’t felt since his days as an assassin-in-training. He certainly looks more like the wild beast he’d been in those days, scarred and dark-eyed and bestial, just barely held back from some instinctual desire to ruin the pasty bastard underneath him by those tentacles.

He hates how good they feel, how nice and cool—too bad he feels altogether too hot still, and it’s not helped at all by the fact that he’s still pressed against Kleken and hasn’t really pulled himself out just yet. ]

Heh…that’s the most truthful thing I’ve heard from you all day.

[ Stop calling him out like that- ]

[ Isn't it about time Kleken took hold of this situation again? Or at least make a valiant attempt to? With Minos trying to collect himself (and successfully teasing the conman), now is the perfect time to launch his counterattack. ]

[ His tentacles are put to work once more, rolling the pair to flip their positions and pinning the butler down against the bed with Kleken seated in his lap and Minos still quite firmly inside of him. And unfortunately making a face for the briefest of moments, because gravity is a thing which means he can feel the remnants Minos left inside of him trying to escape and that is terrible. ]

[ It strengthens his resolve for the pettiest of revenges. ]

Then, I shall continue to be honest and inform you I have yet to be satisfied.

[ Well, Kleken switching their positions had been expected—it’s a shame that Minos isn’t good enough at this whole sex thing to completely fuck the thought out of him.

But he goes down with a grunt, not even bothering to resist as he looks up at Kleken with a challenging smile.

He’d rather take a shower and a long, long nap, just in case he’s going to wake back up in the Andersen manor none the worse for wear, but… ]

Hah…you want me that much?

[ Two can play the petty game— ]

[ It's a relief that he isn't and he damn well better not get good enough at it to- ]

[ That challenging smile is met with a confident smirk, even as unfamiliarity haunts his bones in shifting his hips atop Minos. This just plain isn't familiar territory for him, but being on the other side of the situation has him with at least an idea of what to do. A slow shifting of his hips to start, just enough to get himself used to the new feelings and start seeking that annoyingly tempting taste of pleasure he'd had earlier. ]

I could do without the- mmn-

[ There it was, that spark. ]

- the mouth on you.

[ Thanks to Kleken he’s only going to get better at this from here on out— ]

Then it seems I’m far from being satisfied as well.

[ Because right now it’s looking like Kleken can’t fuck him senseless even with his tentacles to help, for shame.

He might not be able to grab for Kleken’s hips with those tentacles pinning him down, but he still has just enough leverage to grind up against Kleken. He hadn’t missed that expression from earlier—why not be a dear and give him more of it? ]

Try not to put me to sleep, if you can…

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god i looked at the typos in my last tag, i need to reread my tags more often cry

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