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[ His smile and amusement only grow with Wriothesley's playfulness, settling right into bantering back with the other man as one button comes undone, then another and another if he's left unrestrained. He's rather certain he could make things quite enjoyable for them both if he is. ]

How generous of you. Of course, I would not think to leave you uncompensated.

[ Once enough buttons have been undone, the shirt held closed by just a few remaining buttons, Kleken will quite blatantly let his fingertips slide under the material of the shirt, just enough to skate over bare skin. A hint of a suggestion, if you will. ]

Though you may find my methods rather unique.

[Wriothesley is no fool of the implications. He lets it happen. A mix of desire and just plain curiosity has him wanting to see how this all plays out.

A shiver runs up his spine as he feels the way fingers dip passed the fabric of his shirt to feel him up. If they didn't show their intentions then, they're blatantly showing their intentions now.

Those words only spur Wriothesley to want more.] Unique you say. I do love creative solutions to matters. Consider my interest piqued. [He rests both his hands on either of Kleken's shoulders.]

[ Oh the way Kleken's gaze deepens at those words. If Wriothesley didn't feel like some sort of prey before, he may well feel that now with the way he's looking at him. ]

[ Given that Kleken is also a fairly slender man, especially when compared to someone of Wriothesley's stature, it's quite a sight to see him so confidently smile up under the hands on his shoulders. And continue right on with what he was doing, letting his hand slide in further until his full palm is rested against his chest. ]

[ Which he uses to gently push back against Wriothesley to guide him right back into the dressing room he'd just left. ]

Then it'd be best if we give ourselves a bit more privacy.

[A lick of his lips. He only seems exhilarated if anything.

If Wriothesley were anyone else, he might be the type to underestimate someone, but that isn't the case. He knows from experience that a book should never be judged by its cover. That, and if he knew how dangerous a teenage-looking blond might be, then he knew a slender man could be plenty of trouble.

He easily lets the other lead him back into the dressing room.] Such a gentleman. This isn't merely for a simple wardrobe change, is it? [A playful tone.]

Of course it is.

[ The playfulness is echoed in Kleken's own tone, a tentacle sliding out from the shadows of his coat to close the door behind him while his hands busy themselves with undoing the rest of those offending buttons. Another tentacle comes up to take off the hat Kleken had settled onto his head, neatly hanging it off one of the hooks. ]

Ah, but that's a lie, I hope.

[Wriothesley is rather fascinated by the tentacles and his gaze leaves Kleken's face to watch them move with interest. You can't fault a guy for being a bit entranced by a gentleman who is apparently hiding a bunch of tentacles, can you?

He does bring his gaze back to the other though. A wolfish grin as he slides the shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. The large scars on his throat are even more apparent now alongside multiple scars across his torso and arms.] I'd be a little offended. I thought I was really making friends with that one tentacle. I quite miss them even.

[ Kleken certainly doesn't mind, he's well aware that multiple aspects of his appearance are... eye-catching, to say the least. But Wriothesley himself certainly has a lot to him to look over, and Kleken lets his fingers trail over some of those scars across his torso, testing their sensitivity and the other man's reaction to the touch. ]

Though I'm quite the jealous man, I could grant a request.

[ And hopefully Wrio doesn't jump too much at the touch along the inner side of his knee, a very familiarly-sized tentacle sliding out from the bottom edge of Kleken's suit jacket. ]

If you insist.

[Wriothesley can't help the shudder that travels up his spine. He understands why it happens, but can't help the fact that the his scars are more sensitive than normal. The simple touches just feel so much more intimate as Kleken's fingers glide over the scarred tissue.]

A jealous type? I would never let myself forget such a handsome man like yourself. You needn't worry, sweetheart. My attention is on you-oh!

[He doesn't have to look down to guess what is feeling him up. He can guess that it's the same tentacle that he had became acquainted with through the gloryhole earlier.] Did they miss me that much? [He chuckles a little.]

Very much so.

[ He honestly is not, but leaning into their banter is far more fun than the truth right now. ]

[ And he continues to play that role, dragging his hand over inch after inch of scarred skin, sometimes lingering over particularly sensitive spots or letting the edge of another tentacle slip out from his sleeve to deliver a cooler stroke to a spot. All the while, the tentacle against Wrio's leg begins its teasing journey up, moving with much more purpose than it did before. ]

They're also eager to explore all the places they weren't able to before.

[This all feels very playful and Wriothesley is happy to play along. How can he not? The lingering touches over sensitive, scarred skin leaves his shivering for more. The feeling of those tentacles is foreign but delightful.

Hands reach out to wrap around Kleken's neck to tug him closer. A purr in his voice.] Is that so? Who am I to deny them then? But what about you? Are you not eager like them?

[ Wriothesley is a man with good taste and Kleken is quite appreciative for it. It's not often he meets someone who does. ]

[ He's pulled in easily with the tug, the smile in his eyes deepening in response to how nicely Wrio reacts to him. Enough so to reward such good behavior, no longer teasing (as much) as his hand finds its way to the other's nipple, rolling his thumb over it shamelessly while his lower tentacle (literal) climbs high enough to slide itself up against the front of Wrio's pants. ]

Oh, consider me the one leading the charge, so to speak.

[Kleken is rewarded in return with a shameless moan from the boxer when the other plays with one of the perky nubs. The grip on the back of Kleken's neck reflexively tightens.

He's already have hard in his pants, and that bit of friction is enough to make him sigh contently.]

Good. I'd, ah, be a little put out if you weren't also eager.

[ Oh that sounds nice. He really must hear more of it. ]

Should I be more blatant with my affections then?

[ Even though he poses the question, his body is already on the move. His hands have settled in to lightly pinch and roll those perky nubs between his fingers. The tentacle against Wrio's groan are on the move as well, curling over the bulge there and rubbing at it through the material of his pants, teasing for the moment. ]

I'd hate for you to feel unwanted.

[Wriothesley has never shied from letting his voice out unless he needed to be quiet, so he doesn't hold back the moans and noises that escapes his lips as those sinful fingers play with his chest.

He tries to grind his hips down. Tries to get more of that wonderful friction between him and the tentacle caressing him.]

Ahh, I-I don't think I feel unwanted at all. [It's quite the opposite if anything. Kleken has been looking at him hungrily since they've laid eyes on him.] Quite the ahpposite, really.

[ Kleken's predatory look is for a good reason; if anyone else were in his spot, looking at the sight of Wriothesley writhing in front of them with those lovely noises openly escaping into the air, they'd absolutely agree. ]

[ And really, Kleken just had good taste overall so any arguments against were invalid- ]

Wonderful.

[ He gives a sharper pinch and tug of his fingers, thoroughly working the other man into sensitivity. ]

But I should still be thorough to ensure no doubts come to your mind.

[ Leaning in, a light kiss is pressed to Wrio's collarbone, just over the bottom edge of ones of those scars down his neck. At the same moment, he tugs again on the other man's nipples, and at the same moment as that a much large tentacle moves to press up between the taller man's legs, finally giving him something to grind down against. At the same moment as all that the thinner tentacle slips up and slides itself down the front of Wrio's pants for more, ahem, direct contact. ]

[ It really is quite wonderful to be able to multitask so well, tentacle life is the best. ]

[A cry spills from his lips. Wriothesley's chest area had always been rather sensitive, so he can't help the needy noise that escapes his mouth as the order treats his nipples roughly alongside the chaste kisses on his scars. He feels his knees buckle a bit and his nails dig into the back of Kleken's neck as he tries to steady himself.

He lets out a breathless laugh.]

How can I have any doubts? [Honestly, it's almost overwhelming right now. Kleken's hands and mouth on him and the slide of the tentacle against his clothed erection was mindblowing.

He has to put all his weight on the other when he feels the slight cold feel of the appendage on his warm, sensitive skin that has him shuddering.] Oh. You are making a very persuasive argument if anything. [But he isn't a passive partner. His hands finally leave where they're clinging to the other and slowly traveling down Kleken's body. Curious and wanting more as it tugs the other's shirt out from their pants so he can let his fingers skim underneath the material.]

[ The hum he gives in response is clear and positively pleased, and his continued actions are the kind reward to Wriothesley for his lovely response, the slow grinding of that large tentacle between his legs and the winding curl of the secondary one around the base of the man's cock. Both motions repeated over and over with a mind-numbingly slow consistency, a build up for what else may come. ]

I'm honored by the kind words.

[ Not to mention the hands traveling over his body, just as cool to the touch as the tentacles all over Wrio. He gives a low, breathy chuckle against the other man's collar as his shirt is tugged free, letting his tongue trail over the length of another scar before speaking once more. ]

Though I don't believe you'll find my clothes a good fit for your stature.

[He tries to rock his hips, enjoying the cool feel of them against his feverish skin. It felt so damn good. The pace was steady, but his body was burning for more with each roll of his hips.

His hands shake as he tries to undo the other's shirt and get his hands on the skin underneath, the hot tongue on his scars doing a pretty good job at distracting him.]

Ah, well, I won't know until I try. I feel like I could say the same thing to you, but that didn't stop you before. [Once he manages to undo the buttons on Kleken's shirt, he's immediately running fingers over the smooth skin of the other's stomach.]

You can tell me to stop if it bothers you so.

[ Kleken has to give the man credit where it's due, for all the absolute distraction he is purposefully being (having several extra appendages makes that quite easy), Wriothesley doing a wonderful job of maintaining a conversation. However silly and light it may be. ]

I'm not bothered at all.

[ He does have to pause however to take a steadying breath in at those fingers against his body, indulging in the sensation for a moment. It's nice, a warm hand against his own cooled skin, and as 'thanks' a kiss is pressed against one of those sensitive nipples. ]

[ Kleken's teeth around the same nipple, nipping sharply at it, is also a reward. Probably. ]

I think I might like to see that, actually. But it seems we have other matters to see to first.

[ The tentacle around Wriothesley's cock squeezes then, squirming in the tight material as more of the length slides itself in, enough so that the tip can worm its way to the other man's... tip. And rub itself over it. ]

A very pressing one, in fact.

[His body jolts and he can't help the embarrassing keen as the sting of enamel against the sensitive nub only seems to bring the man more enjoyment than anything. He enjoyed the pain. The way it shocks through his system that it makes his cock twitch with want for more.

His hands stutter, the drag of nails as his hands seem to seek more something to steady himself more than anything.]

I'm, ah, I- [It's becoming very difficult to make coherent thoughts and say them when that tentacle squeezes farther into his pants and teases the to of his cock as it does. His hips jerk and his hands are definitely clinging to the other as he feels the strength in his knees die.] Fuck. That feels damn good.

[He wants more still. Addicted to being so thoroughly touched in so many places by just one man. His clothes feel unbearably tight and he wish to just get rid of them at this point.]

[ Another reaction that's carefully logged away in the gentleman's notes as he gives a seemingly soothing drag of his tongue over the spot he's just bitten before drawing his head back, studying Wrio's face with a pleased smile. The expression on his face made it apparent that he was more than ready to move on, and Kleken was happy to oblige. ]

Allow me. You look like you're having a hard time on your feet.

[ Kleken's hand is light but firm on Wriothesley's chest, pressing him fully back against the changing room wall behind him. The moment his back does touch the wall, Wrio will quite suddenly find tentacles moving to wrap around his waist and legs, working in unison to peel off the man's pants and undergarments before hoisting him into the air in front of an innocently smiling Kleken. As if he weren't the mastermind behind getting the other man undressed and so beautifully displayed in front of him. ]

Feel better?

[This is really where Wriothesley inwardly notes that he might have bitten off more than he could chew. The idea to fend for himself or fight the other off. Despite Kleken's predatory smiles, he didn't feel like he was in danger in the sense that his life was in danger.

Though, he thinks that walking about of this dressing room was going to questionable at best.

And isn't that exhilarating?

His fingers dig into the flesh of the tentacles wrapped around his waist and there's a sharp intake of breath as he's hoisted in the air by them, eyes dilated as he's fully exposed to the other.] H-Hah, can't say I'm used to this. Humans don't usually stay airborn for this long. [An anxious energy thrums under his skin as he waits to see what the other does next.]

[ Getting manhandled into nudity by a bunch of tentacles was going to be one of the less weird things that happen in this dressing room over the course of everyone's stay here... Probably. Maybe. ]

[ It would at least be one of the more enjoyable things to happen if Kleken had his full way of things. ]

[ The tentacles shift, giving Wriothesley something to hold on to while they settle themselves into place. A pair take to rubbing over his nipples, flicking against the hardened nubs while others snake themselves along the length of his body to seek out other sensitive spots, wrapping and curling and winding their way all over. One particularly bold tentacle slides itself between Wriothesley's legs from behind, twisting itself up to rub and rock against the underside of his cock. ]

[ All the while, Kleken shamelessly reaches out to rest cool hands against the other man's inner thighs and begins to slowly run his fingertips across the heated skin. Following the curve of his body to reach down and give a hard squeeze to the man's ass once his hands find their way there. He glances up as he does so, meeting Wriothesley's gaze with a growing hunger in his gaze. ]

Oh? I'll have to make certain it's a worthwhile experience for you then.

[ A tentacle rises to delicately tuck back a strand of Kleken's hair as he leans forward to tortuously drag his tongue over the head of the other man's cock without any further warning. ]

[That's probably completely untrue. How often are you gonna find tentacles in a dressing room???

That doesn't matter because Wriothesley is the one that found tentacles in a dressing room. His hands feebly grip at the two tentacles rubbing against his sensitive nipples, toes curling as he tries not to get too noisy with his moans. He's unused to having his body so thoroughly ravished all at once like this.

His head drops and he feels drool run down his chin as he writhes under all the touches. It feels so good. It's so much all at once. Kleken's gaze is so hungry. Like he's going to be eaten alive.]

Oh, that's-! [A sharp intake of breath and nails lightly dig into the tentacles.] Ah...

[ Wriothesley is just that lucky. ]

[ So lucky that he's run into tentacles that are fond of him, expressing their affections in the most mind-numbing of ways possible with eager rubs and strokes and curls over Wriothesley's body. The man controlling them all seems to be enjoying being a distraction just as much, flexing his fingers against his skin while he starts meticulously and thoroughly dragging lips and tongue and teeth over his cock, each pressure soft and teasing in contrast to his fingers and tentacles, rough and demanding and claiming as they were. ]

Shh, you'll distract me.

[ That qualifies as a warning in Kleken's mind as a tentacle slithers its way up the other man's arm to press against his lips in a silent request for entry to give the man other matters to occupy himself with. As if he weren't fully being distracted as is. ]

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