[ 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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[ 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.