There isn't anywhere he can't feel him, his chest rising and falling quickly, breathing too hard through his nose. Ethan's mouth is so deliciously full, and his cock is being- god, he doesn't know what the fuck he should call that sensation, but he's moaning around his mouthful.

Each pulse has his torso tightening, thighs trembling before Edwin's other limb slowly stretches him, eyebrows knitting as the tentacle in his mouth muffled the deep groan pushing out of him. And as overwhelmed as he is, each little touch and movement is gentle, soft and entirely Edwin.

He is sure he's never felt so incredibly safe while being so thoroughly fucked.