anothercontinuity | Red vs Blue pt 2

Red vs Blue pt 2

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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.

"Thank...thank fucking god, 'cause I won't."

There it was, that absolution, that forgiveness for the inevitable early shot that would come (heh). It was less of a how soon and more of a how many, and Tucker could get behind ~~him~~ that. Besides, most of his sex sessions usually fell into that category anyway.

Just none of them had contained what was previously thought of as "impossible elements" like today.

A little moan that mixed with a half-yelp wrenched itself from his throat; those fingers in his hair were tight, some mixture of delicious pain that he should not like at all but loved all the same. He pulled back as much as he could with that hand grabbing him, enough to see the look on his face, and--

Oh, he knew that look. He knew it so damn well.

Tucker leaned in, his lips to the other's ear and how he found words at all with what that beautiful appendage was doing to his dick, he'd never know. Coherent vocal noises at all were feats of strength, but the fact that he was still stroking his partner's cock while doing it was just impressive.

"It wants in, doesn't it?" he hissed against his ear. "Knocking at that door. Come on, baby, relax. Deep breath and just let it in." His heavy breath bathed the other's ear warmly before he nipped at it, free fingers tweaking one nipple. "Wanna watch your face as it fucks you deep."

Even that little tweak, that pinch, had his nerve-ending prickling, and he twitched against it with a breathless little hitch. Tucker's words resonated against his ear, rich and warm and red and pulsing, and he eased his grip. Or at least shifted it down to curl in at his shoulders, rather than his scalp.

Because that thing, that creature, wasn't stopping. Once the tip was in, it started to slide inward. Tight fit at first, despite his need, and it felt like he could feel every inch of it nudging its way in, deeper and deeper. "Tucker...Tucker..."

His face buried itself against the curve of his throat, soft, messy kisses splayed against every inch of skin he could reach. All the while, that tentacle twisted and squeezed, coiled down so tight around Tucker it might well have felt like thrusting into a slick, willing hole of his very own.

Okay, cool, so he would still have hair after this. Maybe shoulder bruises, too, but that's hardly the worst sex injury that he had ever acquired to date.

Still, with the way Lucio was saying his name, with the desperate wet kisses against his skin, with this thing (he needed to give it a name) jerking him off, it was like he was fucking deep Lucio himself, could imagine the feel of those muscles cradling him as he pressed in and out, how tight they fit around him. He could imagine pulling him down in his lap and guiding him on every energetic, needy bounce, and the way that chest would visibly hitch as his thighs tensed. And Tucker would stroke him as he fucked him until he was coming all over both of their ches--

"Ffffuck." God, this sexbeast was beyond descriptors, beyond metaphors; anything he said could never convey what it was that he was feeling. His mouth opened, but his eyelids fluttered as he tried to hold back, to just make this last longer, something that was never exactly his forte. The whole thing was just...was just like drowning, and Lucio's display of utter depravity was just what he needed.

"You're d-doing so good. So...so good. T-Take it in a little more." He twisted his wrist to give a small variation on the stroking, thumb rubbing the tip while his body pulled just enough so that other man couldn't hide in his shoulder. Tucker needed to memorize this shit. Moving the hand from the other man's chest, he slid two of his finger's into Lucio's mouth and stretched them far, wide, forcing it open like a spider gag.

"Fu...fucking proud of you."

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?

Tucker wished his brain wasn't so much mush at the moment so he could remember every detail of Lucio later on: the way those eyelashes laid on against his dark cheeks when they closed, the pink of his tongue with those fingers in his mouth, every tone of every moan while water splashed against them. He wished that he could recall the taste of that sweat on his tongue, mingling in with the taste of Lucio's mouth. He wished he could find words for the texture of that appendage playing with his dick...and now his sack. Better than lubed up silicone for sure.

But he would always fall short, because this was the shit of fantasies, way more thrilling than anything that could happen in reality. And that frustrated him...or would if he wasn't leaving forward to trail his tongue against the tentacle at his partner's mouth.

What? You only get one shot at something like this, and he was too turned on not to want to taste what this fucker had to offer. It wasn't like Lucio wasn't going to get the same opportunity in a minute here, with the way it was poised at his pried-open lips.

His hand moved a little faster on the musician's cock, quicker against the water's resistance, smooth and fluid. Dark eyes sparkled a little, because he had to know, he to--

"How deep is it?"

Tell him. Make the noises as Tucker pulled back his fingers so he could talk, wanting to know. Tucker was close, so close, bordering on the line with the more it kept touching him, the more it stroked and searched and put on the most beautiful display with Lucio next to him. He clutched Lucio's dick harder, down at the base, like a ring; one of them was going to get off first, and Tucker was silently calling dibs.

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