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[howtheyshine]

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.

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[inthebiblicalsense]

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.