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[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.]

[ Ah, he really did manage to hold on until the end. ]

[ With a small smile, Kleken presses the softest of kisses to the corner of Wriothesley's mouth before pulling back, tentacles already on the move to clean them both up as best they can. Quite luckily for the boxer, Kleken does believe in aftercare and his water abilities conveniently mean that the messes splattered across the man's chest and body can be fully cleaned up. Wiped up, clothes changed, and stained clothing discreetly tossed away, leaving them both neatly dressed. ]

[ Once decent, Wriothesley is gently carried over to a resting couch in the changing area, laid carefully onto the couch with a larger jacket set over his body to keep from getting too cold. While taking him to somewhere more comfortable might have been the kinder thing to do, especially for the man's back after everything, Kleken had little idea of where exactly to leave his body and so... well, this would have to do for now. ]

[ He's sure the other man would understand. ]

Do rest well.

[ He is absolutely taking Wrio's shirt with him as he goes. ]

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