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[ 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. ]

[His toes curl, and his hands aimlessly claw at the smooth surface of the tentacle around his waist, desperate to find something to keep him grounded as pleasure washes over his body in waves. He's completely at the other's mercy and part of it drives him nuts to not have any sort of control while the other part of him wants to drown in the feelings.

His cock twitches and leaks precum as the other teases him with their mouth.

The only thing that comes out of his mouth is a strangled little sound before it's muffled as he willingly opens his mouth to let the tentacle slip passed his lips and into his mouth.]

[ What a truly enjoyable drowning. ]

[ He drinks it in through all the senses he can: his lips opening to wrap snugly around the head of the other's cock as he fixes his gaze up once more to watch, the tentacles continuing their teasing curls and presses against the man's sensitive spots, and now the tentacle pressing its way into Wriothesley's inviting mouth, curling over his tongue and giving him something to occupy those senses. Every drop of his reaction savored for the delicacy it is. ]

[ Surely, such good behavior should be rewarded? ]

[ Teases become coaxing and building pressure. Light touches become firmer, more present. More demanding. ]

[ And a pair of lips dip lower and lower down, to quite literally drink more of him down with the most pleased of groans around him. ]

[He moans around the tentacle in his mouth, wanton and desperate, muffled by the large appendage sliding in and out between his lips. Drool travels down his chin as his hands gently claw at whatever surface his hands can desperately reach. His gaze is hazy and unfocused, unable to do anything but take all the sensations that racked his body.

Pleasure pools in the pit of his stomach, the feeling growing taut with each slide of his cock down Kleken's mouth; each writhe of a tentacle across his body. An embarrassing keen is dragged from his throat.

His body writhes and squirms. A want to escape. A greater want to feel more.]

[ Watching a man fall apart so thoroughly was a joy that more people needed to come to appreciate the way Kleken did. Wriothesley in particular was a charming sight to behold, and one he'd like to make sure he saw at least once more. ]

[ There is no escape, not from the relentless pursuit of Kleken's body working in unison over Wriothesley's. And now that he's focused on guiding the other man to his climax, his affections only get bolder and more shameless. A low groan reverberates around the cock in his mouth, sinking near fully into his throat before pulling back again, only to lavish the tip with an eager tongue. A particularly bold tentacle circles around his entrance, rubbing its slickened appendage over and over against it. ]

[ Amidst the burning pleasure, he laces in spikes of pain with the rough pinching and sucking of tentacles over his nipples, and his fingers against shaky thighs. Leaving marks in their wake that will surely make it look like an octopus had mauled the man. ]

[ Which wasn't all too far off from the truth, really. ]

[He can't think straight, only pleasure flitting through his thoughts as he lets out a low keen in the back of his throat. His cock twitches in Kleken's mouth and precum drips from the head as the other continues to suck him off.

Kleken can feel the way Wriothesley instinctively tries to clench around the tentacle teasing his entrance, as though encouraging for the appendage. Like he was still willing for more even if his thoughts were jumbled and his body was careening towards oversensitivity.

It felt so good. The delicious sting as his sensitive chest was played with and the feeling of hands and tentacle alike leaving their marks on him for him to remember later. His hand fruitlessly pats the tentacle circling his waist as he feels his impending climax coming closer and closer.]

[ Wonderful. He can feel how close Wriothesley must be getting deep in his throat, in the way he quivers so deliciously under his touches as if begging. If he didn't have a tentacle buried deep into the other's mouth, he's sure he'd get to hear some truly nice moans and perhaps even coax a few actual sounds of pleading from him. But this... this was quite nice too. ]

[ Not leaving any room for thought, the tentacle around Wriothesley's waist tightens, holding him in place with nowhere to run, as it were, as he swallows down around him again and pushes in with that slickened tentacle in one smooth movement, curling over itself to seek out that sensitive bundle of nerves that can be just the right little push the other man needs to finally fall. ]

[ 'Little,' it's going to get absolutely slammed the moment Kleken finds it. Because he may have been gentle thusfar, but it's no lie to say Kleken wants to see that wrecked face of his sooner rather than later. ]

[It hurts, but in a way that makes him go delirious with pleasure. It's the type of sting and ache that is more pleasure than pain and there's a muffled sob in the back of his throat. His mind is wonderfully blank with all the different sensations washing over his body. Kleken is relentless and there's nothing he can do about the assault on his body from every side.

The undulating tentacle inside him rubs against his prostate, and it's too much. Wriothesley's shout is garbled, muffled by the tentacle thrusting down his throat, as he fills the other's mouth his seed. His toes curl and entire body goes taught as he rides through his orgasm.]

[ This is it. The loss to rapture he'd been trying to goad Wriothesley into since he first laid hands on the man, curious to see just how much of his sanity the man would hand over to someone he'd just met. Especially one as questionably trustworthy as himself. ]

[ The answer to that curiosity... well, it was more than satisfying to Kleken's greed and has his tentacles practically curling in unspoken pleasure. Which probably doesn't help in Wrio's attempt to come down from his high, but it's probably fine. ]

[ He swallows down around him, pulling off early so he can lavish the head of his cock with his tongue while Wriothesley is still pulsing against his lips and make his intent of pushing the other man right into overstimulation all too clear. Though the tentacle down his throat starts to ease up, the ones spread across and inside their body continue to writhe inside of him at a steady rhythm. ]

I hope... you haven't had enough yet.

[His nails dig into the flesh of the tentacle still keeping him captive, writhing and squirming as though trying to escape. He feels the way the tentacle inside him still seems to pulse, pressing against his prostate and making him let out a high-pitched keen. Pleasure wracks through his body and he can only accept it, unable to get free from them.

He doesn't want to either. It feels good, even if his body is screaming as it teeters into overstimulation. It was too much, his body sensitive and his senses heightened.]

I- [He can barely find his voice, much less strong any words together as he tries to come down from his high, but Kleken giving him no room to do so.]

Oh, good.

[ As if Wriothesley were in any state of mind to respond back. He presses a last warm kiss to the shuddering tip before standing back up, eager tentacles quickly replacing his hands and mouth with a tight wrap that jerks at his cock with forceful movements. They're ready to take the man for all he has, just as the rest of Kleken is. ]

[ Speaking of which, the tentacles inside of Wriothesley are finally pulling out, giving the man a moment's respite, but if the taller man is able to pull his senses together, he'll notice that he has been angled and moved at just the right height for his entrance to be pressed right up against Kleken's hips. ]

[ It's not his dick but his fingers that press into the strung up man though, feeling over how thoroughly stretched he must be at this point while searching out for his prostate. ]

Because I'm still quite hungry for more.

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I'm so sorry for the delay. RL was kind of hectic and I'm slowly catching up on tags.

No worries, I got hit by some RL stuff myself so it's all good.

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