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howtheyshine) wrote2026-04-26 11:19 pm
howtheyshine) wrote2026-04-26 11:19 pm
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When Ethan sucks the tip of that tentacle, Edwin's vision briefly whites out. He's so totally focused on Ethan's lips around his tendril that he doesn't even notice himself winding a few truly large limbs into a cradle to make Ethan feel as secure as he is.
As Edwin starts to come back to himself, he shudders with his own sudden eagerness. The tentacle around Ethan's cock gives him a gentle squeeze, then another, and then another, and by the tenth little pulse of pressure Ethan has probably realized it isn't going to stop. If anything, it's turning into a rhythm.
The tentacle exploring Ethan's perineum gently turns its attention to Ethan's hole. Edwin strokes around Ethan's edge with its tip, then slowly pushes into Ethan. Edwin's soft, blissed-out noise makes it clear that Ethan is not the only one having a nice time.
As Edwin starts to come back to himself, he shudders with his own sudden eagerness. The tentacle around Ethan's cock gives him a gentle squeeze, then another, and then another, and by the tenth little pulse of pressure Ethan has probably realized it isn't going to stop. If anything, it's turning into a rhythm.
The tentacle exploring Ethan's perineum gently turns its attention to Ethan's hole. Edwin strokes around Ethan's edge with its tip, then slowly pushes into Ethan. Edwin's soft, blissed-out noise makes it clear that Ethan is not the only one having a nice time.
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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.
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A little more of himself in Ethan's mouth.
More than a little of himself in Ethan's ass.
He wants Ethan to be drunk off him, blissed out because of him, and it's making Edwin feel nervously eager.
He curls around himself in Ethan's mouth to form a velvety fist, wedged there, oxygen somehow still reaching Ethan enough to keep him giddy and conscious. At the other end, Edwin pushes more of himself into Ethan's ass. He curls the limb into a knot that he rolls gently against Ethan's walls until he finds his partner's prostate. And then he curls that tentacle-fist into a larger knot, then a little larger of one, until there's a constant borderline-uncomfortable pressure on that little hypersensitive spot. And then Edwin carefully finds that lovely walnut with one gentle sucker, and squeezes.
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Ethan can feel each little twist and roll of the velvety limb inside of him, and for a moment his mind, having flat-lined all thought into a haze of pleasure just manages to start a line of question marks before it settles against his prostate.
His body stills, stretched tight like a fucking rubber band, no place to go but be held and caressed by Edwin. And then comes the delicate tickling of- of...
If Ethan was capable of screaming at the moment he would, his whole body tightening, pulling in on himself with the jolt of it so fucking sensitive, biting down on the tentacle in his mouth and whimpering afterward, thighs trembling and his dick already dribbling enough pre-cum to start weeping down his shaft and over the tentacle there.
His vision is almost blurry as his eyelashes flutter, continuing to clench and twitch as he's consumed by Edwin's desire to give him more, be more, feel more.