There was a small noise of protest when Tucker pulled back, but no words. Breath itself was in short supply as that tentacle twisting up inside him seemed to reach impossible depths, and plying open his mouth was easy enough. Lips fell slack around an uncertain noise, opening to Tucker's direction...
And as if on cue, another tentacle slid out of the water, gliding over his shoulder to run its tip along Tucker's knuckles, as if observing his work and the mouth now laid open. A moment later and it nudged forward, not immediately invading but instead tracing over those lips, as if the monster too wanted nothing more than to explore and touch.
Or else waiting to see what they wanted it to do.
With a shudder, Lucio's eyes slid shut, too much going on, sensation shivering in his bones, and the tentacles around his legs squeezing a little more firmly. And for Tucker, a fresh tentacle darted low between his legs, curling upwards to toy with his balls. Couldn't let him feel neglected at all, could they?
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And as if on cue, another tentacle slid out of the water, gliding over his shoulder to run its tip along Tucker's knuckles, as if observing his work and the mouth now laid open. A moment later and it nudged forward, not immediately invading but instead tracing over those lips, as if the monster too wanted nothing more than to explore and touch.
Or else waiting to see what they wanted it to do.
With a shudder, Lucio's eyes slid shut, too much going on, sensation shivering in his bones, and the tentacles around his legs squeezing a little more firmly. And for Tucker, a fresh tentacle darted low between his legs, curling upwards to toy with his balls. Couldn't let him feel neglected at all, could they?