(As promised <3 Cause you guys are awesome.) [Part 15] It was just too perfect. The engineer laid out before him, hands above his head, like a delicious meal waiting to be devoured. “Mmmm,†Dominique hummed; petting a hand over Lance’s remaining clothes article (his boxers) as he danced his thin lips over his chest. As amazing as this was...and as much as he was enjoying it, it was hard to fully appreciate the moment. He was spending so much time focusing on his tentacles, keeping them coiled; keeping them away from Lance, and at the same time he was concentrating on maintaining his cool. He wanted his touch to be as pleasurable and luxurious as it always was, he didn’t want Lance to get a shell of his former glory. He wanted him to feel good, to FEEL how much he had been longing for him... “Ahhh!†The Engineer writhed, grinding his hips under the RED Spy’s talented fingers and mouth. The man’s touch was cool and smooth. He rolled out husky moans, breathing reduced to shuddering. “So ‘ard so quickly,†Domi crooned in the RED Spy’s voice, though it was all his tone, all his words and manner of saying it...the RED was just a façade. “You seem t’ have that effect on me,†He laughed lightly back. Lance didn’t think that blindfold would do much for him, but damn he was rather enjoying it now. He was a visual person, but focusing only on the touch, and not knowing WHERE it was coming or going, made it tingle that much more. Domi pushed down the boxers, just enough to let his erection free. It was a good reflection of it's owner, stocky, which made the uncut cock seem shorter than it was. Like a cat to cream, he licked down the stout man’s lightly fuzzed chest, and right onto his cock, taking it in a hand. He tried to keep his fingers together to hide the feeling of his webbing. “Geezus fuck!†Lance bucked, gripping the bed sheets as he threw his head back. He REALLY wished he could see now, that amazing image in his mind of the Spy sucking him off...his imagination ran away with him as he was orally pleasured, trying to picture every lick and hot breath visually. If only he could really see, there was a confused cloak shimmering all around, the free tentacles not acting as ‘legs’ gripping to every surface in the room, Domi constantly glancing and checking... Not only that, his throat was going dry. He took one last lick of the head of Lance’s thick erection, then discreetly grabbed for his water flask. Lance heard it...the sound of the metal lid being unscrewed, and the liquid sloshing inside. Because he didn’t feel any sting of alcohol on his penis when the moist mouth returned, he assumed it was just water...? ‘Well lord knows my mouth could sometimes get a little dry during this kind of thing,’ Lance thought back to the last time he was doing this, it’d been years sadly. Domi gave a guttural groan into the Engineer’s spongy corona, which hid the pained churrrr in his throat. A sound of want for MORE....he wanted so badly to let loose. He gripped his hands into the man’s legs and then around the sides to cup under his ass, which pressed his chest through Lance’s legs like a wedge, widening their spread. Domi nuzzled and moaned and licked at every inch of his blonde-fuzzed thighs he could get to. ‘more...more contact...mon dieu...please...’. His gills fluttered at the air with his deeper breaths, and unseen tentacle tips curled like toes. He sucked harder, and used his hands like a musician over an instrument, ‘oh you are making some sweet music for me indeed...’ Dominique thought, using the tip of his tongue in quick little flicks at Lance’s cock head in time with his hand motions. This elicited even louder groaning, which was suddenly muffled by the Spy’s mouth over his. He’d jumped up, pressing their chests together. Lance could taste his own salty flavor on the man’s lips; his hands flew up and gripped around Spy’s shoulder blades and head as he mouthed back wetly. The Spy’s tongue delved around in his mouth, like a violating force – but Lance welcomed the heated, unbridled condition. He didn’t even protest as his boxers were removed, leaving him fully exposed. Dominique was getting a little sloppy as they got this frenzied. He felt himself slipping, getting lost in the pleasure...god it was so good...he’d been so long without, even just this was pure ecstasy. Lance brushed past the frills on his arms and back, they went unnoticed in the passion of the moment. Tentacles bumped into the engineer’s legs as Domi straddled over him, they were passed off as his pants covered legs as the drying backs were becoming more and more leathery. ‘He’s blindfolded...he won’t know...’ he kept telling himself. It was then he got even bolder. His erect penis had made itself known some time ago, Domi was keeping it busy around the large suckers of his under mantle, and was basically pleasuring himself. He swallowed, then slowly, consciously now, snaked it out, and brought it up between his ‘legs’ (which was now just a horrible twisted mess of tentacles). He tried not to think about how fake this all was; what an indulgent and deceptive fantasy he was playing. He tried to praise his cleverness and control thus far. His webbed hand easily enveloped both of them, their two cocks pressing together. He took a deep breath, calming himself and slowing things down a little. The Spy proceeded to jerk both of them off, bucking his ‘hips’ with the other in purposeful, firm motions. When Lance felt that heat and pulsing, he knew what the Spy was up to, “Spah, fuck, that feels amazin’...†He groaned, back arching, wishing he could see the man’s erection for himself. Their pace quickened before too long, gasps becoming deeper and motions more frenzied. As pleasure overtook them both they flew off the handle, moaning and writhing, sloppily kissing, nipping at necks, foreheads pressing into one another, anywhere they could reach. Lance convulsed and came first, hard and sudden. Domi let his body relax just long enough not far after...his cries a bit animalistic as he hit a searing high that was accompanied by his own release. He collapsed on top of the Texan, breathing hoarsely, his whole body limp. Lance was breathing hard too, a husky laugh escaped his throat - he was thinking ‘geezus was that you that came so much? I can feel it dripping down my side...’ Domi stayed like that as long as he dared, exhausted and sated, their two bodies dappled with sweat and the engineer acting as his mattress. With both hands on the engineer’s jaw, Dominique gave some parting, passionate kisses to the shorter man, before he smoothly slipped backwards. His body needed water; he could feel his tentacles becoming harder to move, weak and slow. After too long he’d become too dry to be able to walk on his limbs. Lance got a feeling of dread as he felt the other man suddenly slipping away; he ripped the tie from his eyes. The Spy was gone. “Spah?†He called out, sitting up. “I’m sorry Mon Cheri I must be going...I would love to cuddle more, but next time, oui?†He tried to keep his voice up beat, but really it was killing him. As much as he was proud of himself for both his control and cleverness, it wouldn’t be long now before the real RED Spy ruined things, and Lance would find out...things couldn’t stay like this forever. “Why do you hav’ta go? I won’t tell anybody...’ell I was worried you’d tell about me...†Lance almost pleased, feeling a bit abandoned. “No one will know, and I trust you...I trust you.†The voice said as a hand grabbed the tie from Lance’s grasp, flickering for just a moment before it vanished within the cloak as well. Lance didn’t stop the Spy as he watched his door open and shut on its own. He sighed, not liking that the man didn’t stay, that didn’t sit right with him...but he must have his reasons. Maybe he was too damn trusting. But when the Spy said that, that he trusted HIM, his tone was like he had something worth entrusting, as if he had something to lose. His hand slicked over his sticky chest, and it brought a satisfied smile to his lips, ‘Great now I need another shower before bed...’