Was it a threesome? The creature seemed to know what it was doing, maybe it was sentient. Maybe it was just trying to help. It certainly felt that way as its many limbs curled around them, less ensnaring than eager to touch and prod and test the noises they could make together.

But it did not intrude in their interaction. When Tucker's hand dipped beneath the water to curl around Lucio's cock, the tentacle there brushed the back of his knuckles but did not otherwise react, still focused on its own hold on Tucker's cock. It spiraled around the hard length, squeezed and rippled, withdrew and slid right back up again, in a way impossible for human hands to replicate.

Lucio, meanwhile, bit into his lower lip at the familiar feel of calloused fingers, arching into the touch with a quiet moan. "Ahhh...don't think we're s'pposed to...to last..." he managed, before his grip tightened on Tucker's scalp and his eyes suddenly widened. One of those tentacles was pressing, teasing him open from behind, and as the tip started to ply him open with gentle wiggling the noises started to rise unbidden from the back of his throat.

God, how deep would it even decide to go? Could he stop it? Not that he wanted to, in the moment.