[one could never be overexaggerating when speaking of how stoic Luke can be. Some of it is affected, others simply lost to his overly professional brain.]
I doubt I'll forget.
[He's also the one who asked for this meeting, after all. There's a thread of agitation as Kleken advances, even if he gives no resistance in stepping back until the couch meets the back of his knees. Instinct, surely.
Instinct that melts as their mouths meet, warm and buzzing sensation flickering through every nerve. Unsurprisingly, Luke is still a bit clumsy with this act—but he's more curious and enthusiastic than the last time.
It's much better, he thinks, without the hazy dizziness of the aphrodisiac. Like this, he can taste the alcohol between them, the soft and sharp tang of skin and lips as they explore. Like this, first, until he lets himself sink back onto the cushion and pulls the conman with him.
Maybe it wasn't what he expected, but he's plainly pleased with the development—and rewarding Kleken, in some way.]
[ Clearly this is why the man needs to be kissed until all logic and professionalism gets knocked out of that stuffy mind of his. ]
[ Somehow, some way, surprisingly and perhaps infuriatingly, Kleken is a thorough instructor when it comes to kissing. It's one of his favorite activities, after all, so he's incredibly attentive to teaching his partner when he can tell they're inexperienced. And he most certainly could tell here. ]
[ He slides himself into Luke's lap, curls his arms comfortably over the other man's shoulders and settles atop warm, firm thighs as he tilts his head, taking his time in kissing and tasting the mercenary and guiding him in using lips and tongue to meet Kleken's and tangle together. His fingers toy with the soft hairs against the back of Luke's neck as they kiss, cozy and light and far more intimate than any of their previous encounters. ]
[if Kleken manages that, he may truly end up with a stay-at-home problem. but at least in this case, it's part of what was requested too. maybe that's part of what makes it slightly less infuriating, at least.
the kiss is warm and comfortable, and Luke would have to be blind to miss the conman's earnest enjoyment of it. strange... he'd never considered the man to like things like this, things that could just as easily be a means to an end. instead, he finds himself led along expertly, matching tongue and lips and pressing upward into the kiss with a hunger that surprises him.
maybe it shouldn't surprise him, though. not when warmth settles over his shoulders and thighs, fingers curling against his shirt. he's not willing to get his claws tangled in them too much, at least not yet.]
... haah... that is...
[that touch makes his skin prickle, hairs shuffling under pale fingers. it's about now that his gaze returns to the man, that rare, intimate pleasure in hazy eyes.
really now. Kleken is already in for his fair share of rewards, isn't he? because Luke isn't pulling away, and in fact seems content to sink into the attention, meeting it in tandem. foreplay he asked for, and foreplay he's gotten. too bad he far underestimated how much he would like it, how much it would strip any concern over the conman's nature away. this should be unpleasant, should fill him with dread or disgust or concern. he knows that.
instead, he aches. the rare rush of arousal is dizzying, thighs twitching to press together slightly as slick wetness gathers between them and his cock throbs in its too-tight prison. he very nearly reaches to pull them open just for a little relief. everything is too hot, too sensitive, too dizzying.]
Guide me. Touch me. Hurry.
[a request, an order. whatever it is, it precursors the shift of his hands, thumbs hooking at the hem of a shirt and splaying over the curve of a hip. he'd never considered whether he could fall to the depths Kleken always warned about, and here is is, sure that he can and probably will.
how long will he be able to claim the reasoning is just curiosity over the process of being filled with those strange eggs?]
[ At least that's the reprimand he would give if he had the mind for it, or any inclination toward reprimands. But indulgent kissing really is the best sort of distraction for Kleken. Slow, with a growing heat that warms his body in more ways than one. And he's quite confident that he's not the only one who enjoys being wound up with making out. He can feel the evidence of it underneath him, and he gives a slow roll of his hips down on Luke's, just to confirm. And maybe entice the man a little more. ]
[ Which apparently he doesn't need to. Luke breaks off the guess to beg- well, ask, if one wanted to be specific about it, but it might as well be begging in Kleken's ears. He smiles down at the words, taking to pointedly rolling his hips against that hardened length underneath him as he visually considers his next step. ]
Clothes off next. Remove mine. Slowly.
[ After giving those directions, he immediately leans in to start nibbling on Luke's ear lazily, waiting to see what, and how, he'd do next. ]
Hips roll into his, prompting the soft hitch of breath and warm dizziness of rising interest fogging his senses. It doesn't help that he can absolutely feel the way they're both reacting in the secondary movement.]
Slowly—
[Oh. Everything stops for a second as Kleken nibbles on an ear, the sudden sensation just enough to completely take his brain offline for a moment. No one really touches them normally, so he finds himself extremely sensitive, especially at pointed tips.
As to what and how... well, once he's regained a little control of his own muscles, they can find the hem of his shirt and start to work it free. Perhaps he's lucky for Kleken's propensity for buttons, but whatever the case, he'll figure it out.
It's almost cute, how clumsy he is when he's actually horny.]
[ Who knows how undelicate a man might be when he's in the middle of being seduced. And Kleken would like to think he's doing a fair enough job of it that Luke's close to losing himself. With just a few more grinds of his hips down on that growing hardness he might be able to tip the scales, but he finds that he doesn't quite need to. Not when Luke practically locks up at the touch of his lips to his ears. ]
[ Luke can probably feel the smile Kleken makes against his ear once he processes that reaction. If not, he will most certainly be feeling the renewed attention the conman in his lap starts to give his ear with drags of his lip, tongue, and teeth over every curve and line of the man's ear. He does shift, does his best to try and make it easier for Luke to work off his clothes without too much interference, but he's now laid claim to this ear and he was going to abuse it for all he could- ]
Yes, just like that.
[ His voice is low and heated, the words soft in encouragement between one lick and the next. ]
[The electric shiver of sensation keeps stopping him altogether, buzzing in his senses and drawing little trembles and jolts as Kleken continues to abuse his ear and its sensitivity. Had he ever felt so weak before? He's truly not sure.
One piece at a time, Luke somehow manages to work the conman's clothes open, breath coming in shuddering gasps with every attempt at focus. Warm fingers finally find pale skin and brush over it, face pressing into his shoulder.]
Stop... mmngh... teasing there... I'm too wet already...
[At least his pants aren't completely soaked yet, but there's a wet patch despite their thick fabric, and another at the strained bulge of his cockhead besides.]
[ Once the last layer of his own clothing has been peeled away, he finally grants Luke's ear reprieve from his attentions. The rest of Luke isn't granted the same kindness though, as Kleken leans back, shifting himself back in his lap just enough to place his hand directly over that wet patch of fabric and grope at the man through the taunt fabric. ]
This is all part of the foreplay, hungry sailor.
[ The nickname flows easily enough, unexplained as Kleken's other hand moves up to begin working open the front of the other's pants open, but not off. Not yet. But open enough that he can slide his hand in and feel over that cock of his, his fingertips brushing teasingly against the edges of his cunt as he palms over the hardness. ]
A little teasing now makes everything that much better later.
[ Or in Kleken's case, a lot of teasing now and later. ]
Doesn't it feel so much better now, to finally have my hand on you?
[silly argument aside, it doesn't seem like he minds though. Thighs twitch and flex as one hand gropes at him through his pants, impatient building with every jolt, every touch. He doesn't even object to being called a hungry sailor, in this moment.
And again, Kleken moves before he really complains, pants tugged open just enough to fit a hand into them.]
A little?
[slender fingers tease over his cock and down to his cunt besides, soft and wet and needy even at the edges.]
Nnh... yes, but that doesn't... have that much to do with my ear...
[does he actually believe that? Whatever the case, his body is getting just greedy enough to rock into that hand, hips flexing to encourage more touching at his cunt lips.]
You must want—to be inside already...
[He doesn't say it, but the reality may as well be on his tongue. he wants something inside already. Several, probably.]
Hmm? Would you consider yourself relaxed enough then?
[ He's teasing, reminding the other man of the unsubtle demand he'd made at the start of their little encounter with a seriousness that was undoubtedly frustrating at this point. His hand slides down that rigid cock once more, the tips of his fingers sliding into his hungry cunt, the slickness there making the slide into him easy. ]
You still feel... quite tense here.
[ His fingertips curl inside of the man, running along damp inner walls in slow strokes as he lightly feeds into the hunger building inside Luke's body. Not nearly enough to feed nor satisfy, but a taste, to grow that hunger in him. ]
Oh perhaps but... I wonder which of me you'd like in here? I wonder if you want it enough to take it yourself, if offered.
[fingertips slip into his cunt and Luke groans at the sensation, hips rising to meet them as they curl. The fact that they feel so damn good is criminal, especially given who they belong to.]
I'm—nngh... [a hand reaches to curl around Kleken's forearm, eyes falling closed.] fine... they can start touching.
[He's aware it's too vague an agreement, but maybe he doesn't care. Doubly when the conman speaks again, insinuating, daring him to just fall into the abyss and let him have his way.]
You know—exactly what I want there. [He refuses to say it aloud just yet, even though he chases every touch and shift as though they've been partners for ages.] Don't—push your luck, Kleken. I'm still dressed... and hardly in a position to move.
[given the couch beneath him and Kleken above him, a sound enough argument.]
[ Apparently Luke's been upgraded from hungry to starving in the last few seconds. ]
Don't you know by now that situations can change in the blink of an eye?
[ In this particular instance, it's the slip of his hand further down and his fingers pushing into that begging cunt of his. Except his two fingers suddenly feel like three, likely because a tentacle has slipped itself down his wrist to join those fingers in their deeper push in. Where his fingers stop to curl again, that tentacle presses in deeper, skating along the man's inner walls to find that second entrance inside of him and tease over it the same way Kleken's fingers had been teasing over his cunt. Shallow swipes and all. ]
[two fingers press deeper and he groans, body bowing forward as a third appendage worms its way in around them. He can feel the way it squelches along his slick insides, following the curl and brush of fingertips over his walls. The sensation is vaguely uncomfortable, but markedly less tense and tight than the last time.]
You... it can't go in there yet. [but he wants it in there—] Not too deeply. Open me gently.
[isn't that more honest, Luke? And so demanding, for that matter. Soaked underthings cling to his skin, hips rising up off the couch to meet his teasing. Moreover, he seems to have fully and completely accepted that all of this is what he really asked for, in stark contrast to the last time.]
[ So full of demands. It's tempting to say just those words and tease Luke for them, but Kleken restrains; it's a far more pleasant feeling to hear Luke actually asking for Kleken's fingers in him a certain way than not at all. So instead he gives a heated smile in return, and turns his best efforts toward giving the man exactly what he wants. ]
[ So he can hear him plead for more. ]
Gently.
[ He repeats the words as he settles into a slow and gentle rhythm with his fingers: pushing them in not too deeply, spreading them apart slowly, then dragging them along Luke's inner walls as he slowly withdraws them. Over and over, fingers spreading in different angles, dragging out more and more of that hot slick into the tight confines of his pants and undoubtedly soaking them further. Perhaps even staining the couch underneath them by now. ]
[ The tentacle inside of him curls over the fingers, adding girth to the intrusion, changing up its location so that the drag of suckers against him come at random times and places. And every so often, they stretch in far enough to kiss against his second entrance for one thrust in before pulling away. ]
[ Ah- and he's found his way back to nibbling on Luke's ear in distraction. ]
[Kleken repeats the demand as he settles in to that perfectly adequate rhythm, and he's rewarded with Luke shifting forward to press closer to his shoulder. Fingers spread him open and the tentacle ramps up every sensation a little more, soft groans and gasps muffled into the conman's shoulder whenever suckers twist or fingers drag more of his slick down with them. His pants and underwear are most assuredly soaked through in short order, and his hips jolt markedly when that tentacle thrusts in enough to tease that inner entrance. He's much more relaxed this time, too—maybe that's partly the forced stretching from last time too, but still.]
Kle—ken—
[It's not a complaint this time, even as lips find an ear to nibble. His over walls quiver and twitch with the stimulation, and his hips rise up to meet every inward thrust after only a moment. It's tempting to just stay this way for a while, thoroughly enjoying what is basically worship.]
Ugh... nngh... good... just like that... [without any forethought, his hand shifts down between them to curl around his cock and squeeze, tugging slowly.] almost there...
[It's only a few more teasing thrusts before he's squirming helplessly, the tendril nearly slipping fully past his cervix even just kissing its entrance.]
Good... boy... [He's still wound up from the nibbling, but more than that, it seems Luke has taken his role to heart. His breaths are shaky and heady.] You can... let it inside now. And one in the other hole. I want to feel them.
[ He will never admit, even under torture, that Luke's dazed little 'good boy' sends a most pleasant of thrills down his spine and will undoubtedly haunt Kleken's dirty dreams in the future. Unsurprisingly, he's not one to receive praise often, so the rarity of it is enough that he can't help the pleased shock it sends through his body. It puts him in just the right sort of mood to deliver on his promises, to a certain mercenary's benefit. ]
Oh of course.
[ With his mouth pressed so intimately against Luke's ear, he can most certainly feel the upward curve of Kleken's lips as he obeys the instructions he's given to a fault. ]
[ A thicker tentacle winds its way out from under Kleken's sleeve, pushing itself straight into the man's eager cunt as requested, firm and wide enough to spread Luke's walls open without the help of the conman's fingers. ]
[ The tentacle already inside of him takes its given permission to finally start to push itself into his womb, curling more and more of itself into there to fill the space inside even as it's smashed up against the man's inner walls by the intruding tentacle. ]
[ And a third tentacle slips down, thin and slicked by Luke's own mess, until it presses up against the entrance to Luke's ass and in at the same time as the other tentacles make their moves. ]
[His cunt stretches so easily as that tentacle slides into it, crushing the previous one against his walls so it's impossible not to feel it sliding deeper, curling up inside his womb. To the mercenary's surprise, it doesn't hurt at all this time—he's soaked in a way he wasn't even when drugged, so maybe that's it.
Whatever the case, he sighs warmly as his belly shifts and stretches, heavy and taut. At the same time, a thinner one sinks into his ass and tight muscles twitch and squeeze against it. As it settles in deeper, he thinks he can almost feel it in his guts, rubbing against the one in his womb—and, maybe most impressively, the feeling brings him to an orgasm, wet and messy]
Mmnh... yes. [with a shuddering sigh, he reaches down to pet his swelling belly, lips nuzzling into the conman's shoulder and neck.] They feel so good.
[Luke's hips shift, even, lifting up from the couch and grinding on its intruders, slick and cum making the feeling both tight and so soft. So much gentler than the last time... like they belong there.]
Can you feel them all, too?
[selfishly, he finds he hopes so. Equally selfishly, delicate fingers reach down between them, squeezing his cock and rubbing the ridges where they're most sensitive. If Kleken's is in reach, he'll find himself drawn right into the teasing such that those ridges nudge against the edge of his cockhead and the veins on the underside. Slow, lazy, meant to just add to the plethora of sensations rather than drive them forward.]
Keep going. You can keep opening me wider down there.
[ Luke had been quite charming before, drugged and exhausted out of his mind in their previous encounters, but to see him now is an all new treat for Kleken's senses. How sweetly he whines and nuzzles into Kleken, intimacies he's never encountered before. Intimacies he'd greedily like more of. ]
[ How easily he falls apart under his tentacles, squeezing tight around all of them as orgasm sweeps through his body. Just as greedy for more, it seems, as Kleken is. ]
[ The conman offers soft kisses and nips to Luke's ear, soothing him through his orgasm while his tentacles writhe unceasingly within him, and so the soft hitch in his own breathing when he finds Luke's cock rubbing against his own, sending a jolt through his hips. An unexpected touch that has him pausing his kisses to chuckle softly. ]
I can. Every lovely move you make, every inch inside, I can feel through them.
[ He makes it a point then to ripple the suckers on those tentacles as more push in, widening both entrances while he cants his hips forward to press himself more blatantly against Luke's cock. ]
[His breaths heave softly against Kleken's shoulder as his orgasm winds down, still pleasantly distracted by the tentacles and their constant movements. And to hear his breath hitch like that on top of it, hips jolting with just the touch of their cocks? It's such a satisfying progression.
He's absolutely losing his mind here, isn't he.]
Good... hggnh...!
[suckers ripple against his insides and Luke's leg rises up more, toes curled over the edge of the seat as they open both holes even more. Had he meant both? It doesn't really matter now, at least, because it feels phenomenal. Never mind that it soon stretches him wide enough that his cunt only twitches and squeezes against them all passively, stretched to its current comfortable limit.]
Haah... ah... fuck...
[He doesn't bother to lift his head now, nuzzling the conman's neck again as his hand strokes their cocks. Looking down, he can watch his belly shift and squirm with its burden too, hand idly finding a similar rhythm.]
Look... at them... so demanding.
[says the one soaking his seat to a fucking puddle.]
[ If Kleken has his way, Luke will lose far more than just his sanity- ]
[ It's all too easy to fall right back into that headspace again with Luke like this, the instinct to breed this man into submission and claim him as his own that he's relatively sure isn't his to have naturally. Maybe it's some latent desire, the same kind he'd dragged out of Luke over their last few times together. Or maybe it's something new, born out of those sessions and letting himself indulge in his desires in the worst of ways. ]
[ Whichever it was, he grew less and less inclined to restrain it. Not when Luke so eagerly responds to his touches and asks for more in the same breath. ]
[ His hum in response is warm, the kiss tapped against the side of Luke's head soft and possessive. ]
They only give as much as they're asked. It's you, who's become demanding.
Do you want them now? Or do you want them after you've been left thoroughly soaked through and needy for that final filling?
[but he's not exactly refuting the thought, either. He is being demanding, in his way, given over to the depths of everything. The question catches him off guard, almost as much as the soft kiss against his skin. Selfish, jealous, possessive—he wouldn't have expected the latter most, before their last encounter.]
Ugh... both. [such honesty.] and the last won't be for a while, given our agreement.
[Sweet and bitter, the scent of sweat and sex is hard to ignore, especially as close together as they are. His free hand gently pets over his stomach.]
For now... for now, I just want these. I won't stretch any more yet, but... you've been so good.
[you, not they. He's aware that there's at least some measure of agency to Kleken's tentacles, but even so. The fact that he'd agreed to every demand and avoided his usual cagey lies means something. never mind that it shouldn't, especially under the circumstances.
Still... it would be a little nice, wouldn't it? If he could just nestle close to someone and enjoy himself like this more? He doesn't want to give up responsibility on the daily, but...]
... I... [sighing dreamily, his teeth graze over Kleken's shoulder.] They can stay inside, but... bring me to the bed. My hand... isn't enough, is it?
[what an implication. But now that he's made even the barest suggestion, his tongue and mouth ache like he's been starved for days. His body can't keep up with the fucking enough to try and do much yet, numb and lost, let alone trying to think about walking. the selfish determination to get used to it feels a little alarming, in truth.
Or it will, when he has enough thought in his head to process it. Right now, he just wants to find enough sense to do anything more than nuzzle and shiver and moan. Does Kleken want to allow it? That remains to be seen... but he doubts the conman will balk at getting to spread him out even more, much less refuse his mouth.]
[ His tone is teasing though as he gazes at the mercenary for a moment. ]
[ There's a part of him that's surprised by the 'you' that's murmured so honestly. Even with the possessive tendencies that have been swirling in his head since the start of this little escapade, he'd been rather sure Luke simply saw him as a means to sexual satisfaction via tentacles and eggs and not much else. The praise sends a small tingle through his spine that makes a part of him eager for more. A part he pointedly tampers down on because that's a weakness he doesn't think he can afford, not when he's still finding his footing around the other man and their new... relationship. ]
[ He'll read Luke's willingness to rely on him as a good sign, and for once he's quite obedient in turn to the request. ]
To the bedroom then, so that we can both satisfy ourselves to the fullest.
[ He'll steal himself another light kiss, pressed fondly to the corner of Luke's mouth before detangling himself from the man. His body, at least, his tentacles remain plunged inside, squirming about as a reminder of their presence while he brings more around to delicately lift Luke without jostling his body too much. He doesn't bother to clean the mess left behind on the couch, not when he has plans to make a mess of the mercenary on whatever surface of the apartment he can convince him to. ]
[ The bedroom itself is rather simple in decor like the rest of the apartment, but still holds that hint of luxury to it. The sheets are silky to the touch, the pillows lush and plentiful, and the curtains drawn shut for privacy. He'd contemplated lighting some candles to tease at setting a mood, but having an open flame around hadn't seemed like the best of ideas on second consideration. ]
[ Luke is laid gently onto the bed and only now do the tentacles withdraw from his body with a wet sound, leaving him empty as Kleken moves to shuffle around pillows with those same tentacles and shed the last of his own clothes with little fanfare. In the semi-dark room, his eyes almost seem to glow brilliant red as he shifts them to look at the other man once more. ]
Anything else that would make you more comfortable?
[despite the reluctant-seeming words he'd given, Luke finds himself blissfully comforted by the tentacles still squirming about in his body. He'd never admit it aloud today, but there's something so good about being carried this way, with his weight firmly supported so all he can really feel is that squirming to keep heat stirred in his brain.
The room feels very... appropriate for Kleken, too. Dark and lightly lush, a hint of selfish indulgence that soothes his oversensitive nerves when his skin meets soft, lush fabric. It's probably best there are no candles, true—but he would have maybe understood the intent, at least.]
Mmn. [His holes twitch in protest as the tentacles withdraw. A lewd sight, no doubt, with how relaxed his slit is from its stuffing. Shifting onto his side more, Luke inhales slowly to center himself again. Fuck, he feels so impatient, so empty.] ... let them hold my legs open while I taste you.
[tipped this way, the mercenary can spread his thighs wider, fingers slipping down to gently spread his slit and his cheeks. Slick stretches across the openings, muscles still twitching on open air. His voice is almost... comforting? Dreamy, when addressing the many tentacles.]
Go on and nest inside again. You did such a good job...
[now it's Kleken's turn directly, he thinks. And this part he has a lot more experience with, frankly... his gaze turns to the conman, lashes obscuring his eyes.]
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I doubt I'll forget.
[He's also the one who asked for this meeting, after all. There's a thread of agitation as Kleken advances, even if he gives no resistance in stepping back until the couch meets the back of his knees. Instinct, surely.
Instinct that melts as their mouths meet, warm and buzzing sensation flickering through every nerve. Unsurprisingly, Luke is still a bit clumsy with this act—but he's more curious and enthusiastic than the last time.
It's much better, he thinks, without the hazy dizziness of the aphrodisiac. Like this, he can taste the alcohol between them, the soft and sharp tang of skin and lips as they explore. Like this, first, until he lets himself sink back onto the cushion and pulls the conman with him.
Maybe it wasn't what he expected, but he's plainly pleased with the development—and rewarding Kleken, in some way.]
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[ Somehow, some way, surprisingly and perhaps infuriatingly, Kleken is a thorough instructor when it comes to kissing. It's one of his favorite activities, after all, so he's incredibly attentive to teaching his partner when he can tell they're inexperienced. And he most certainly could tell here. ]
[ He slides himself into Luke's lap, curls his arms comfortably over the other man's shoulders and settles atop warm, firm thighs as he tilts his head, taking his time in kissing and tasting the mercenary and guiding him in using lips and tongue to meet Kleken's and tangle together. His fingers toy with the soft hairs against the back of Luke's neck as they kiss, cozy and light and far more intimate than any of their previous encounters. ]
[ Doesn't he deserve a nice reward for it? ]
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the kiss is warm and comfortable, and Luke would have to be blind to miss the conman's earnest enjoyment of it. strange... he'd never considered the man to like things like this, things that could just as easily be a means to an end. instead, he finds himself led along expertly, matching tongue and lips and pressing upward into the kiss with a hunger that surprises him.
maybe it shouldn't surprise him, though. not when warmth settles over his shoulders and thighs, fingers curling against his shirt. he's not willing to get his claws tangled in them too much, at least not yet.]
... haah... that is...
[that touch makes his skin prickle, hairs shuffling under pale fingers. it's about now that his gaze returns to the man, that rare, intimate pleasure in hazy eyes.
really now. Kleken is already in for his fair share of rewards, isn't he? because Luke isn't pulling away, and in fact seems content to sink into the attention, meeting it in tandem. foreplay he asked for, and foreplay he's gotten. too bad he far underestimated how much he would like it, how much it would strip any concern over the conman's nature away. this should be unpleasant, should fill him with dread or disgust or concern. he knows that.
instead, he aches. the rare rush of arousal is dizzying, thighs twitching to press together slightly as slick wetness gathers between them and his cock throbs in its too-tight prison. he very nearly reaches to pull them open just for a little relief. everything is too hot, too sensitive, too dizzying.]
Guide me. Touch me. Hurry.
[a request, an order. whatever it is, it precursors the shift of his hands, thumbs hooking at the hem of a shirt and splaying over the curve of a hip. he'd never considered whether he could fall to the depths Kleken always warned about, and here is is, sure that he can and probably will.
how long will he be able to claim the reasoning is just curiosity over the process of being filled with those strange eggs?]
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[ At least that's the reprimand he would give if he had the mind for it, or any inclination toward reprimands. But indulgent kissing really is the best sort of distraction for Kleken. Slow, with a growing heat that warms his body in more ways than one. And he's quite confident that he's not the only one who enjoys being wound up with making out. He can feel the evidence of it underneath him, and he gives a slow roll of his hips down on Luke's, just to confirm. And maybe entice the man a little more. ]
[ Which apparently he doesn't need to. Luke breaks off the guess to beg- well, ask, if one wanted to be specific about it, but it might as well be begging in Kleken's ears. He smiles down at the words, taking to pointedly rolling his hips against that hardened length underneath him as he visually considers his next step. ]
Clothes off next. Remove mine. Slowly.
[ After giving those directions, he immediately leans in to start nibbling on Luke's ear lazily, waiting to see what, and how, he'd do next. ]
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Hips roll into his, prompting the soft hitch of breath and warm dizziness of rising interest fogging his senses. It doesn't help that he can absolutely feel the way they're both reacting in the secondary movement.]
Slowly—
[Oh. Everything stops for a second as Kleken nibbles on an ear, the sudden sensation just enough to completely take his brain offline for a moment. No one really touches them normally, so he finds himself extremely sensitive, especially at pointed tips.
As to what and how... well, once he's regained a little control of his own muscles, they can find the hem of his shirt and start to work it free. Perhaps he's lucky for Kleken's propensity for buttons, but whatever the case, he'll figure it out.
It's almost cute, how clumsy he is when he's actually horny.]
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[ Luke can probably feel the smile Kleken makes against his ear once he processes that reaction. If not, he will most certainly be feeling the renewed attention the conman in his lap starts to give his ear with drags of his lip, tongue, and teeth over every curve and line of the man's ear. He does shift, does his best to try and make it easier for Luke to work off his clothes without too much interference, but he's now laid claim to this ear and he was going to abuse it for all he could- ]
Yes, just like that.
[ His voice is low and heated, the words soft in encouragement between one lick and the next. ]
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[The electric shiver of sensation keeps stopping him altogether, buzzing in his senses and drawing little trembles and jolts as Kleken continues to abuse his ear and its sensitivity. Had he ever felt so weak before? He's truly not sure.
One piece at a time, Luke somehow manages to work the conman's clothes open, breath coming in shuddering gasps with every attempt at focus. Warm fingers finally find pale skin and brush over it, face pressing into his shoulder.]
Stop... mmngh... teasing there... I'm too wet already...
[At least his pants aren't completely soaked yet, but there's a wet patch despite their thick fabric, and another at the strained bulge of his cockhead besides.]
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This is all part of the foreplay, hungry sailor.
[ The nickname flows easily enough, unexplained as Kleken's other hand moves up to begin working open the front of the other's pants open, but not off. Not yet. But open enough that he can slide his hand in and feel over that cock of his, his fingertips brushing teasingly against the edges of his cunt as he palms over the hardness. ]
A little teasing now makes everything that much better later.
[ Or in Kleken's case, a lot of teasing now and later. ]
Doesn't it feel so much better now, to finally have my hand on you?
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[silly argument aside, it doesn't seem like he minds though. Thighs twitch and flex as one hand gropes at him through his pants, impatient building with every jolt, every touch. He doesn't even object to being called a hungry sailor, in this moment.
And again, Kleken moves before he really complains, pants tugged open just enough to fit a hand into them.]
A little?
[slender fingers tease over his cock and down to his cunt besides, soft and wet and needy even at the edges.]
Nnh... yes, but that doesn't... have that much to do with my ear...
[does he actually believe that? Whatever the case, his body is getting just greedy enough to rock into that hand, hips flexing to encourage more touching at his cunt lips.]
You must want—to be inside already...
[He doesn't say it, but the reality may as well be on his tongue. he wants something inside already. Several, probably.]
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[ He's teasing, reminding the other man of the unsubtle demand he'd made at the start of their little encounter with a seriousness that was undoubtedly frustrating at this point. His hand slides down that rigid cock once more, the tips of his fingers sliding into his hungry cunt, the slickness there making the slide into him easy. ]
You still feel... quite tense here.
[ His fingertips curl inside of the man, running along damp inner walls in slow strokes as he lightly feeds into the hunger building inside Luke's body. Not nearly enough to feed nor satisfy, but a taste, to grow that hunger in him. ]
Oh perhaps but... I wonder which of me you'd like in here? I wonder if you want it enough to take it yourself, if offered.
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I'm—nngh... [a hand reaches to curl around Kleken's forearm, eyes falling closed.] fine... they can start touching.
[He's aware it's too vague an agreement, but maybe he doesn't care. Doubly when the conman speaks again, insinuating, daring him to just fall into the abyss and let him have his way.]
You know—exactly what I want there. [He refuses to say it aloud just yet, even though he chases every touch and shift as though they've been partners for ages.] Don't—push your luck, Kleken. I'm still dressed... and hardly in a position to move.
[given the couch beneath him and Kleken above him, a sound enough argument.]
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[ Apparently Luke's been upgraded from hungry to starving in the last few seconds. ]
Don't you know by now that situations can change in the blink of an eye?
[ In this particular instance, it's the slip of his hand further down and his fingers pushing into that begging cunt of his. Except his two fingers suddenly feel like three, likely because a tentacle has slipped itself down his wrist to join those fingers in their deeper push in. Where his fingers stop to curl again, that tentacle presses in deeper, skating along the man's inner walls to find that second entrance inside of him and tease over it the same way Kleken's fingers had been teasing over his cunt. Shallow swipes and all. ]
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[two fingers press deeper and he groans, body bowing forward as a third appendage worms its way in around them. He can feel the way it squelches along his slick insides, following the curl and brush of fingertips over his walls. The sensation is vaguely uncomfortable, but markedly less tense and tight than the last time.]
You... it can't go in there yet. [but he wants it in there—] Not too deeply. Open me gently.
[isn't that more honest, Luke? And so demanding, for that matter. Soaked underthings cling to his skin, hips rising up off the couch to meet his teasing. Moreover, he seems to have fully and completely accepted that all of this is what he really asked for, in stark contrast to the last time.]
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[ So he can hear him plead for more. ]
Gently.
[ He repeats the words as he settles into a slow and gentle rhythm with his fingers: pushing them in not too deeply, spreading them apart slowly, then dragging them along Luke's inner walls as he slowly withdraws them. Over and over, fingers spreading in different angles, dragging out more and more of that hot slick into the tight confines of his pants and undoubtedly soaking them further. Perhaps even staining the couch underneath them by now. ]
[ The tentacle inside of him curls over the fingers, adding girth to the intrusion, changing up its location so that the drag of suckers against him come at random times and places. And every so often, they stretch in far enough to kiss against his second entrance for one thrust in before pulling away. ]
[ Ah- and he's found his way back to nibbling on Luke's ear in distraction. ]
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Kle—ken—
[It's not a complaint this time, even as lips find an ear to nibble. His over walls quiver and twitch with the stimulation, and his hips rise up to meet every inward thrust after only a moment. It's tempting to just stay this way for a while, thoroughly enjoying what is basically worship.]
Ugh... nngh... good... just like that... [without any forethought, his hand shifts down between them to curl around his cock and squeeze, tugging slowly.] almost there...
[It's only a few more teasing thrusts before he's squirming helplessly, the tendril nearly slipping fully past his cervix even just kissing its entrance.]
Good... boy... [He's still wound up from the nibbling, but more than that, it seems Luke has taken his role to heart. His breaths are shaky and heady.] You can... let it inside now. And one in the other hole. I want to feel them.
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Oh of course.
[ With his mouth pressed so intimately against Luke's ear, he can most certainly feel the upward curve of Kleken's lips as he obeys the instructions he's given to a fault. ]
[ A thicker tentacle winds its way out from under Kleken's sleeve, pushing itself straight into the man's eager cunt as requested, firm and wide enough to spread Luke's walls open without the help of the conman's fingers. ]
[ The tentacle already inside of him takes its given permission to finally start to push itself into his womb, curling more and more of itself into there to fill the space inside even as it's smashed up against the man's inner walls by the intruding tentacle. ]
[ And a third tentacle slips down, thin and slicked by Luke's own mess, until it presses up against the entrance to Luke's ass and in at the same time as the other tentacles make their moves. ]
[ Every hole, as requested. ]
Do you feel them all?
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[His cunt stretches so easily as that tentacle slides into it, crushing the previous one against his walls so it's impossible not to feel it sliding deeper, curling up inside his womb. To the mercenary's surprise, it doesn't hurt at all this time—he's soaked in a way he wasn't even when drugged, so maybe that's it.
Whatever the case, he sighs warmly as his belly shifts and stretches, heavy and taut. At the same time, a thinner one sinks into his ass and tight muscles twitch and squeeze against it. As it settles in deeper, he thinks he can almost feel it in his guts, rubbing against the one in his womb—and, maybe most impressively, the feeling brings him to an orgasm, wet and messy]
Mmnh... yes. [with a shuddering sigh, he reaches down to pet his swelling belly, lips nuzzling into the conman's shoulder and neck.] They feel so good.
[Luke's hips shift, even, lifting up from the couch and grinding on its intruders, slick and cum making the feeling both tight and so soft. So much gentler than the last time... like they belong there.]
Can you feel them all, too?
[selfishly, he finds he hopes so. Equally selfishly, delicate fingers reach down between them, squeezing his cock and rubbing the ridges where they're most sensitive. If Kleken's is in reach, he'll find himself drawn right into the teasing such that those ridges nudge against the edge of his cockhead and the veins on the underside. Slow, lazy, meant to just add to the plethora of sensations rather than drive them forward.]
Keep going. You can keep opening me wider down there.
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[ Luke had been quite charming before, drugged and exhausted out of his mind in their previous encounters, but to see him now is an all new treat for Kleken's senses. How sweetly he whines and nuzzles into Kleken, intimacies he's never encountered before. Intimacies he'd greedily like more of. ]
[ How easily he falls apart under his tentacles, squeezing tight around all of them as orgasm sweeps through his body. Just as greedy for more, it seems, as Kleken is. ]
[ The conman offers soft kisses and nips to Luke's ear, soothing him through his orgasm while his tentacles writhe unceasingly within him, and so the soft hitch in his own breathing when he finds Luke's cock rubbing against his own, sending a jolt through his hips. An unexpected touch that has him pausing his kisses to chuckle softly. ]
I can. Every lovely move you make, every inch inside, I can feel through them.
[ He makes it a point then to ripple the suckers on those tentacles as more push in, widening both entrances while he cants his hips forward to press himself more blatantly against Luke's cock. ]
You as well, you can keep touching.
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He's absolutely losing his mind here, isn't he.]
Good... hggnh...!
[suckers ripple against his insides and Luke's leg rises up more, toes curled over the edge of the seat as they open both holes even more. Had he meant both? It doesn't really matter now, at least, because it feels phenomenal. Never mind that it soon stretches him wide enough that his cunt only twitches and squeezes against them all passively, stretched to its current comfortable limit.]
Haah... ah... fuck...
[He doesn't bother to lift his head now, nuzzling the conman's neck again as his hand strokes their cocks. Looking down, he can watch his belly shift and squirm with its burden too, hand idly finding a similar rhythm.]
Look... at them... so demanding.
[says the one soaking his seat to a fucking puddle.]
Our brood... has so much space now...
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[ It's all too easy to fall right back into that headspace again with Luke like this, the instinct to breed this man into submission and claim him as his own that he's relatively sure isn't his to have naturally. Maybe it's some latent desire, the same kind he'd dragged out of Luke over their last few times together. Or maybe it's something new, born out of those sessions and letting himself indulge in his desires in the worst of ways. ]
[ Whichever it was, he grew less and less inclined to restrain it. Not when Luke so eagerly responds to his touches and asks for more in the same breath. ]
[ His hum in response is warm, the kiss tapped against the side of Luke's head soft and possessive. ]
They only give as much as they're asked. It's you, who's become demanding.
Do you want them now? Or do you want them after you've been left thoroughly soaked through and needy for that final filling?
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[but he's not exactly refuting the thought, either. He is being demanding, in his way, given over to the depths of everything. The question catches him off guard, almost as much as the soft kiss against his skin. Selfish, jealous, possessive—he wouldn't have expected the latter most, before their last encounter.]
Ugh... both. [such honesty.] and the last won't be for a while, given our agreement.
[Sweet and bitter, the scent of sweat and sex is hard to ignore, especially as close together as they are. His free hand gently pets over his stomach.]
For now... for now, I just want these. I won't stretch any more yet, but... you've been so good.
[you, not they. He's aware that there's at least some measure of agency to Kleken's tentacles, but even so. The fact that he'd agreed to every demand and avoided his usual cagey lies means something. never mind that it shouldn't, especially under the circumstances.
Still... it would be a little nice, wouldn't it? If he could just nestle close to someone and enjoy himself like this more? He doesn't want to give up responsibility on the daily, but...]
... I... [sighing dreamily, his teeth graze over Kleken's shoulder.] They can stay inside, but... bring me to the bed. My hand... isn't enough, is it?
[what an implication. But now that he's made even the barest suggestion, his tongue and mouth ache like he's been starved for days. His body can't keep up with the fucking enough to try and do much yet, numb and lost, let alone trying to think about walking. the selfish determination to get used to it feels a little alarming, in truth.
Or it will, when he has enough thought in his head to process it. Right now, he just wants to find enough sense to do anything more than nuzzle and shiver and moan. Does Kleken want to allow it? That remains to be seen... but he doubts the conman will balk at getting to spread him out even more, much less refuse his mouth.]
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[ His tone is teasing though as he gazes at the mercenary for a moment. ]
[ There's a part of him that's surprised by the 'you' that's murmured so honestly. Even with the possessive tendencies that have been swirling in his head since the start of this little escapade, he'd been rather sure Luke simply saw him as a means to sexual satisfaction via tentacles and eggs and not much else. The praise sends a small tingle through his spine that makes a part of him eager for more. A part he pointedly tampers down on because that's a weakness he doesn't think he can afford, not when he's still finding his footing around the other man and their new... relationship. ]
[ He'll read Luke's willingness to rely on him as a good sign, and for once he's quite obedient in turn to the request. ]
To the bedroom then, so that we can both satisfy ourselves to the fullest.
[ He'll steal himself another light kiss, pressed fondly to the corner of Luke's mouth before detangling himself from the man. His body, at least, his tentacles remain plunged inside, squirming about as a reminder of their presence while he brings more around to delicately lift Luke without jostling his body too much. He doesn't bother to clean the mess left behind on the couch, not when he has plans to make a mess of the mercenary on whatever surface of the apartment he can convince him to. ]
[ The bedroom itself is rather simple in decor like the rest of the apartment, but still holds that hint of luxury to it. The sheets are silky to the touch, the pillows lush and plentiful, and the curtains drawn shut for privacy. He'd contemplated lighting some candles to tease at setting a mood, but having an open flame around hadn't seemed like the best of ideas on second consideration. ]
[ Luke is laid gently onto the bed and only now do the tentacles withdraw from his body with a wet sound, leaving him empty as Kleken moves to shuffle around pillows with those same tentacles and shed the last of his own clothes with little fanfare. In the semi-dark room, his eyes almost seem to glow brilliant red as he shifts them to look at the other man once more. ]
Anything else that would make you more comfortable?
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The room feels very... appropriate for Kleken, too. Dark and lightly lush, a hint of selfish indulgence that soothes his oversensitive nerves when his skin meets soft, lush fabric. It's probably best there are no candles, true—but he would have maybe understood the intent, at least.]
Mmn. [His holes twitch in protest as the tentacles withdraw. A lewd sight, no doubt, with how relaxed his slit is from its stuffing. Shifting onto his side more, Luke inhales slowly to center himself again. Fuck, he feels so impatient, so empty.] ... let them hold my legs open while I taste you.
[tipped this way, the mercenary can spread his thighs wider, fingers slipping down to gently spread his slit and his cheeks. Slick stretches across the openings, muscles still twitching on open air. His voice is almost... comforting? Dreamy, when addressing the many tentacles.]
Go on and nest inside again. You did such a good job...
[now it's Kleken's turn directly, he thinks. And this part he has a lot more experience with, frankly... his gaze turns to the conman, lashes obscuring his eyes.]
Don't wait too much longer.