>>13 They're the best. Just wait. So, chan, I finally wrote tentacles a few weeks ago. Yay? ::::: I love the way my skin looks after he’s held me. It’s like a field of dimpled hickies, and they’re all sensitive to the rub of my clothing and the way his cool fingers slide over my skin. I never wear a shirt or pants around him, because when I dive into the moat, I strip down to my boxers. They guys are used to it and think I’m just going for a swim. They don’t know about the pipe that angles up into a reservoir and you can break the surface just as your lungs start to burn. I do it almost every day. His tentacles are possessive, and he claims they have minds of their own when they wiggle and slip and grip every part of me. I don’t call him out on it, though. The way he looks at me through those scraps of mask makes me too eager to have them around and in me. My boxers don’t last long, and are always carefully removed by two or three slick limbs that slide between my skin and the cloth and wiggle them down that way instead of just pulling them down like a human would. I don’t really mind, though. When his suckers brush my dick, it’s like electricity. Every. Time. And I’m never ready for it. I gasp and my hands grab at the tentacle feeling me up. If I glance up fast enough, I can usually catch the smirk before his face melts into innocence. “It is not me.†He says, perfectly composed and with a slight hiss to his s’s that I can never tell if it’s for show or for real. God, even if he’s half fish, he’s still a fucking Spy. “Yeah, yeah.†I stick my tongue out at him and he snaps at it playfully. The strike is faster than a blink, but I’m too used to him by now. I only flinch a little bit and we share a smile before his lips press against mine. “I have missed you.†He whispers, his tentacles coiled beneath me and supporting me from the dank floor of the cave. “You did not come yesterday.†I know he gets bored down here, but this is the only safe place for him. None of the team knows about him, and if they did… well, I know what Medic would do, anyway. “Yeah, sorry, babe.†I wrap myself around his neck and press my lips to his sealed gills. He flutters them against my lips, and I feel his chest still for longer than a breath before he starts using his lungs again. “Couldn’t get away, Soldier thinks we need more combat training and that it’ll help us win more battles… I dunno what the fuck his problem is, we do well enough on our own.†“Hm…†he nods, but I know he’s not in a conversation mood. I can tell by the way one of his tentacles keeps twitching behind him. He told me the science name for it once, but I just call it what it is. “Did Richard miss me too?†I ask, stepping down from his supporting tentacles and walking over to trace his dick-tentacle with my toe. He shivers, and Dick slithers up my leg and yanks me forward, back into my Tentaspy’s arms. “What did I tell you about the teasing?†He hisses, but I know it’s not a bad thing. He just gets really carnal when I antagonize his horny tentacle. “Not to do it unless I wanna be fucked.†I try to match his hiss, but instead it comes out in a whisper, which I guess is sexy enough, because Richard starts probing my ass, and I reach back blindly to tickle the underside. “C’mon… I know you—“ I let out a gasp when the pressure increases, and bite my lip. “What do you know?†He growls next to my ear, and I can feel it in the rest of his coiling tentacles as they swarm me, kissing along my flesh and stroking my thighs, torso and balls in the most intimate ways possible and all at the same time. “I know you want to slide that thing…†his tentacle inches forward and the sudden pressure makes me keen. “Ugh, let me talk, ya dick.†He smirks, but a kiss on my cheek and Richard slowing down to begin thrusting instead of wiggling forward helps. Kind of. “I know… that you want me.†I lean forward to nip at his bottom lip and his sharp teeth flash in a returning love-nip to my top like it’s a habit or an automatic reaction. I do it again just to feel the satisfaction in that thought. I taste blood this time when he pulls back, but I know he never means it, so I just lick it away before he can. If he gets a taste of my blood he’ll start biting while he fucks me, and I can’t have that shit on me when Medic does exams the day after tomorrow. I’ve been pretty good about not having any evidence on me when I get my checkups. We haven’t slipped up yet, and we won’t now. “You know that, yes, but what do I want to do with you?†He brushes his teeth against my jaw, then licks his way down to suck hickies onto my sternum. While he’s been distracting me, his cock-tentacle has been working its way into me, pulsing and writhing and wriggling its way a little deeper before slipping back and repeating the motion to—not really thrust, but—wiggle its way back in. He’s sucking in breaths and trying to keep calm, but the stimulation has to be killing him. “Hey… babe, you know we don’t have to foreplay if you don’t—“ Richard twists inside me and wrenches upward, pulling a gaping whine from me. I take a moment to recover myself and open my wet eyes to smile fondly at him, “want to.†I know it’s just a courtesy for me. I’d asked for it when we’d first started fucking and now he does it for niceties sake. Once I tell him he doesn’t have to, I know I’m going to get the no-holds-barred treatment, and that’s a-o-fucking-kay with me. His tentacles are all around me, picking me up and tilting me this way and that as Dick begins actual thrusting. One tentacle wraps around my cock, and I shove it away before he can notice how hard I am. He lasts way longer than me, and I don’t want to be sagging all over the place and being fucking useless when he finally gets off. I like to watch his face twist and his eyes roll back. I can’t do that if I’m too busy enjoying the feeling of his tentacles in my ass while another suckers on my cock. He pouts at me when I shove his tentacle away, but begins to loom over my body and I feel my shoulders touch the cool, slick concrete beneath us as another tentacle starts edging in next to Dick. “Ah… shit…†I murmur, wiggling in his grasp and turning my face to nuzzle the tentacle pillowing my head from the ground. I don’t move in a back and forth motion like I would have if I wasn’t suspended by tentacles. Instead of his tentacles driving into me being the only motion going on, the ones wrapped around my hips, shoulders, stomach and spreading my legs for him pull me onto his penetrating tentacles carefully working their way further in. I flex my hips and clench around his tentacle, and he lets out a harsh breath before ramming Dick as far into me as he can get. His suckers find my spot and my vision goes dark for a split-second as pleasure hits me like a bolt of lightning. When I blink away stars, the Tentaspy is smirking at me, and I glower back at him. “What, you waiting for an invitation to do that again?†I ask, thrusting my hips and getting him to brush against it a second time. I shiver and my eyes close halfway before he slips his tentacles out and makes room for a few more until Dick’s slicked up again. It doesn’t secrete slime as fast as his other tentacles do, he says, but I think he’s full of it. He just wants me to suck on him “to get the juices flowing.†Bullshit. The tip of Richard nudges my lips and I open my mouth when one of his tentacles stabs into me. A groan rumbles out of my throat as his dick-tentacle invades my mouth, and then I start sucking and licking. He lets me control how much I let in. One incident where he almost choked me to death and we came to an agreement that when he’s in my ass he can control the pace and shit because I don’t breathe out of my ass. If he’s in my mouth, that’s my territory. I raise my hands to stroke the rest of his dick-tentacle while my lips and tongue tease the suckers along the bottom of it. The tip curls happily against my cheek, and I slide over to give it a loving lick before letting his tentacle back into my mouth and bobbing my head along about five inches of it. Maybe. It keeps squirming so it’s hard to tell, but when it’s fully extended I feel it against the back of my throat, flicking more out of instinct than the intent of activating my gag reflex. I swallow around him once before sucking my way quickly back off, taking a deep breath and coughing. His hands touch my face and stroke my cheeks, and he murmurs to me in French while I get my breath back, still stroking and fondling his tentacle while his other limbs take turns thrusting into me and suckling along my skin. I’m so hard it fucking hurts, but I don’t want to be the only one satisfied when I do come. He puts so much effort into making me happy; I have to give something back. I suck on him with renewed vigor, and his face twists and his jaw falls slack as I take him deep and swallow before slowly pulling back off and taking him back in again. “I think… I think it can return.†He tells me, cupping my chin with his palm when I try to go back down on him. He pulls me up for a kiss instead, and I wonder if he minds the taste of his own slime on my lips and in my mouth—I know I don’t, but the taste of my own spunk when it’s in his mouth kind of squicks me out. Doesn’t mean I’m not going to still kiss him, though. His teeth scrape against my lip and his tongue pushes in to slide against mine and I suck on it slowly while his dick-tentacle slips back into me and starts using quick, hard thrusts that make his eyes roll back and his lips go slack against mine. I take over the kissing and just watch his face as he works for release, letting out moans when his tentacle brushes just right. One of his tentacles suddenly wraps around my cock and a much more forceful moan leaves my throat. I can feel him getting close by the quick, dirty thrusts he’s giving my ass, and the almost careless abandon he’s handling my cock with. I kiss him hard, gripping his head and pulling him closer so that our teeth clash and our shared moans are as lost in each other as we are. When he comes, his tentacles tighten around me almost painfully, and instead of fighting it, I relax and let him squeeze. My body, anyway. The tentacle around my cock is the only one that relaxes once we’ve both come, and I go limp with exhaustion. I never really do anything, but he always takes the energy right out of me. I shiver once the heat begins to fade from my flushed body and his tentacles loosen to a lighter grip as he takes me over where my blanket is lying. It was hard to find a plastic bag big enough to get it here, but it’s worth it after a good fuck. I’d rather be warm than cold, and… well, he doesn’t have much body heat. Tentaspy lingers near me as I wrap myself up in the air-chilled blanket. When I smile at him, he smiles back and leans closer. “When will you be back?†“Eh… not tomorrow and not the next day. Soon, though.†I tell him, and he looks so fucking sad. “Hey… hey, look.†I reach out and the blanket falls from around my shoulders as I take his face in my hands. His tentacles come up and pull the blanket more tightly around me, and he averts his eyes, like he’s ashamed he showed me that kind of weakness. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, alright?†I nip his bottom lip and he nips my top lip in return, a small smile perking the edges of his lips. “And then you can fuck me without foreplay all you want, okay?†“And you will suck on my tentacle?†“You mean Richard?†“I do not know why you would give him such a name.†He grumbles, but it’s good natured and I pull him in for a hug. “ ‘cause you’ve got so many tentacles, I gotta be able to tell the specialest one apart.†I glance down at the tentacles swarming my blanket and find the least social and most groggy one. I reach out my hand to stroke it and it recoils as Tentaspy hisses and his hand catches mine. I chuckle and twine our fingers together, leaning my head against his shoulder and enjoying the time we have together until I have to go back to my life without him.