[ 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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[ 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.