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[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.

[A desperate sob escapes his throat as the tentacles stroke his already spent cock. He's overstimulated and oversensitive, yet despite his usual refractory period, his cock slowly fills again. The tentacles jerking him off were forcing him into hardness again.

He whimpers, hands trying to tug the tentacle on his waist to set himself free. It's a sad attempt, really, the strength in his body barely there.]

S'too...much. [His words are slurred and his eyelashes flutter closed as he feels fingers press into him. They're thinner than the tentacles inside him, but that doesn't mean anything with how Kleken rubs the tips of their fingers against his prostate. His body shakes as pleasure assaults his entirety.]

Just a little while longer. You can manage that much, can you?

[ The soft kindness in his tone is unfortunately ill-reflected in his actions. Probably because Kleken's body has always been far more honest than his mouth. The relentless assault of his tentacles continue, spreading Wriothesley's legs wider for Kleken, and the languid stroking of his fingers over that sensitive spot inside of him once he finds it is equally unstopping. Perhaps the new angle can provide him relief, but with the way Kleken continues, it's doubtful. ]

See, your body's already reacting so well to me. It's eagerly asking me for more with this, isn't it?

[ The fingers of his free hand move to smooth over the messy slit of his hardening cock, spreading his seed over the hot skin and accentuating Kleken's words all too cruelly. ]

[He really doesn't think he can, but it's not like he has a choice. And part of him doesn't want to stop anyways. Kleken doesn't seem intent to let him free until he's completely spent and that is incredibly hot and terrifying.

Another sob falls from his lips as Kleken abuses his prostate, clenching around the digits, tossing his head back and toes curling as though trying to find anything to ground himself and knowing there isn't anything.] Ah, ha... hurts... [Archons, does it feel good though.

His cock twitches in the other man's hand, more cum dripping from the slit as the other continues to stroke him.]

[ Kleken had mentioned he'd make it a worthwhile experience for the man, and he'd meant it. Nevermind that an experience with tentacles was already unique in and of itself, Kleken's personal greed wanted to make sure that even if Wriothesley might one day run into another person with tentacles, he would still stand out in the man's memories. ]

[ And if that meant wringing the man dry, well, that was just a task he was willing to take on. ]

[ The fingers surrounding his dick and inside of him soften their touch, moving in light strokes over the sensitive skin, an action that could serve as either a blessing or a curse depending on the other man's point of view. ]

Hmm, should I soften my touch then? But isn't it unsatisfying to do so?

[ Kleken really should get out of the habit of trying to hold conversations with people in terrible positions to. ]

[It's maddening. The almost sweet touches that make him desperate for more mixed with his body begging for it to stop at the same time. He wants the pleasure, but he doesn't even know if he can handle anymore.

His gaze is hazy with eyes unfocused and there's no strength in the way his hands claw or try to keep hold of anything. He can already feel another orgasm build in the pit of his belly, unable to stop Kleken from milking him of every drop of cum.]

Hah... please... [He doesn't know what he's even begging for at this point. More? To stop? He doesn't know, but he still hopes somehow the smaller man will deliver.]

[ Once more, a kiss that's all too gentle is pressed to Wriothesley's jaw, with an open fondness he suspects is lost on the man in the state he's in. Ideal, really, because Kleken's romanticism has so easily been mistaken for actual relationship intent in the past and he would hate for a repeat of prior events. He has his doubts that Wriothesley was the type, from what little he knew of the man, but... ]

[ Best not to leave too much room for misinterpretation. ]

[ And surely there isn't much to misinterpret about fucking a man unconscious. ]

Good boy. Just a touch more.

[ A touch or two, to speak more honestly. Sliding his fingers out, he feathers another kiss to that trembling jaw as he runs a tentacle over his own cock, slicked with a manifestation of his weakened water Luminatics. The press in is undoubtedly easier with the work his tentacles did before him, but the heat around him is more than enough to pull a soft groan from his lips. ]

[A low whine in the back of his throat escapes.

The words Kleken says probably gets exactly what he wants from the delirious man. He was a good boy, wasn’t he? He wants to continue to be a good boy for the other, the words washing over him gently. Even if his body was already at its limits, he wants to satisfy the other. To hear those sweet words of praise once again.

Eyes fluttering shut as he moans, a feeble hoarse sound, as Kleken presses his length inside. He clenches around it, body squirming as he’s filled once again.] Ah… hah…

[He barely registers the gentle kisses, his body already overwhelmed by sensations, but he tries to tilt his head to press a sloppy kiss to the corner of Kleken’s mouth, eyes unfocused and hazy with lust.]

[ Perfect. ]

[ Wriothesley feels wonderful inside, delightfully hot around him in a way that has him groaning his pleasure. The shaky kiss he's given only adds to the pleased sound, helping the dazed man by turning his head to deeply kiss him back. Though is it helping if he's kissing his breath away while being an absolute yapper himself? ]

Ah... you're still so tight around me, did you know? Perhaps I should have used a thicker tentacle to loosen you up more. But what a wonderful job you're doing.

Stay with me until the end, yes?

[ Though with how overworked the man is, he's rather sure he won't be able to. Not when Kleken starts moving his hips in a steady rhythm with focused grinds of his hips against his prostate like he'd found earlier. And if he can survive that, there's still his tentacles teasing at his nipples, his cock, and his balls all over again, focused on dragging the man back into the throes of endless pleasure once more. ]

[ Good luck, Wriothesley. ]

[The words barely register in his mind. He barely parses any of it, but he does hear 'stay' and 'end' and his mind cobbles up whatever that might mean. Wriothesley nods, though it's impossible to tell if he actually knows what he's agreeing to.

Whether he actually can.

His body has long since been pushed passed its limits, the pleasure his body was feeling is barely even something he can mentally parse. What hurts and what was pleasure all felt the same. It was all sensation burning through his body and he can only accept it because there's truly no strength left in his body.

The boxer's moans are feeble sounds, too hoarse now from the overuse of his voice. His body is slack and the only reason one can tell that he's still barely conscious is his unfocused gaze through half-lidded eyes. And even then, that's a stretch with how the man seems to struggle to hold on.] Ah... Hah...... [The desperation to cling on even though it was a losing battle.]

[ He's done so well to hold on for as long as he did and to be frank, Kleken had expected the man to pass out a while ago. At the very least, when he'd finally started taking the man himself. ]

[ He keeps up that demanding pace, working Wriothesley to his very breaking point without rest or break. Or a final release, not until he's done as well, pouring low moans and bites over the other's chest, leaving more than a few marks from both teeth and tentacle suckers. Each time he can feel the man start to lose consciousness, he coaxes him back with gentle touches of a tentacle, over and over again, all the way until Kleken can feel the edges of his own orgasm finally come for him. ]

[ Then, finally, pressing his hips deep with a grind that makes him shiver as well, he groans out his own release and a last softly heated murmur. ]

Come for me one last time, like a good boy.

[Wriothesley is nothing if not stubborn and it's really the only thing keeping him conscious. He's barely all there, mind lost from all the pleasure.

Kleken doesn't relent. The mix between gentle touches or the sting and ache of something harsher. Pleasure mixed with pain, but no longer able to differentiate between them. All he can do is feel.

He feels the other man reach their climax, the hot warmth filling him coupled with those sweet words. Wriothesley comes with a hoarse cry, voice shot and no energy left in him. He spills his seed before everything goes black. The boxer goes slack in Kleken's tentacles, body and mind completely spent.]

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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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