Page 12 of Hummingbird and Kraken

Declan knew that he could say a lot, but it wouldn’t mean as much as just showing him. “I want it,” he whispered. Then, he opened his mouth and leaned meaningfully toward that smooth, rounded tip, still bound too tightly to reach for it himself.

Geir moved it toward him slowly, until it just brushed his lower lip. It was unlike anything he’d felt before. Cool and slimy, almost like a toy covered in lube, but with such delicately controlled movements.

It was unbearably erotic, knowing that he would have this beautifully strange part of Geir’s body in his mouth. He strained toward it, wanting more and moaning when he couldn’t move to get it.

Geir explored his mouth, stroking over his lips and then his teeth, teasing with just the tip. Declan reached his tongue out to lick. Geir’s taste was bland and a little salty, clinging to his tongue. The rough underside was still mostly smooth against his tongue and the top impossibly velvety and soft. He licked the appendage again and watched a shiver run down Geir’s body.

Oh, hell yeah. He mouthed and licked at the soft, muscular flesh filling his mouth, sucking it like he would a tongue or a cock. Geir started to thrust gently into him, all while stroking the sensitive roof of his mouth and tangling around his tongue.

Geir’s breath grew faster and his eyes started to close. Declan felt powerful. He was trapped exactly where he wanted to be, giving Geir the pleasure that he wanted to take.

Geir’s soft, ropey arms tightened around him again, while his human hands gripped his face, holding him tightly around his jaw and skull to position him exactly where he wanted him. Declan would have been happy never to move again.

Declan was whimpering and groaning as well as he could around the intrusion in his mouth, breathing rapidly through his nose. Geir was breathing just as quickly, and Declan exulted every time he wrung another moan out of him.

When Geir eventually withdrew, Declan chased after him and Geir brought him crashing against his chest. They were kissing now, Geir’s mouth claiming his, his tongue strangely hot by comparison.

Tentacles undulated over his body, caressing and teasing, moving him as they willed. Geir’s hands settled at his waist, tugging at his underwear and then giving the task over to his other limbs after he’d pulled them down far enough.

“Yes,” he panted, wanting to assure Geir that this was what he wanted. “Yes, yes, please, yes.”

Declan’s cock bobbled in the water, but only for a moment before another cool, slimy arm circled it, wringing up and down his length. The slime was exactly like lube, slippery and clinging to him even in the water.

More of those smooth arms ran over his body, touching him everywhere, delicate in one moment, then stinging and sucking painfully the next, until he was lost in sensation. His feet, his hips, his knees and his neck, his cock and his ribs and everywhere in between. He was assaulted and stroked and tormented. He lived one second to the next, not anticipating, just being. Giving himself over.

Pleasure built up inside him, ready to spill over. “I’m going to come,” he panted. “Please let me come.” He wanted it desperately, but wanted even more to have Geir inside him first.

“No,” Geir ground out harshly. “Not yet.”

And that was what he truly wanted, to have Geir take all of his choices away.

The layers of sensations diminished and the hold around his wrists, thighs, and hips tightened. Declan watched Geir, his eyes flashing with concentration and desire. Geir’s warm, human hands massaged his ass, then his firm fingers dug in, holding him open.

Tentacles writhed around his opening, teasing around his hole, pressing along his crack, circling his balls, and then sliding past another silky appendage doing the same thing.

One silken tip started to probe at his entrance, circling him and easing in just past his rim. He pushed backward, wanting more, and Geir tightened around his arms and legs.

“Please,” he started to beg. “Please, more.”

But Geir didn’t give him more, just went back to the tormenting and teasing right outside his hole. He whimpered and begged, dissatisfied now with the little dips into his hole that were never enough.

Geir kissed his lips, a disarmingly gentle counterpoint to the rough scratches and suction that had just come before. He floated in those kisses, letting Geir take control while giving him back all of his passion.

Finally, the slim tip slid into him again, so different from a toy or human finger. It almost flowed in, undulating and sliding, gently but also with such… inevitability. There was no rough jerking, no sudden stretch from one finger to two, from two to three.

And it didn’t stop. He was being eased open, stuffed full. And there was movement. Not thrusting, but writhing. A slippery massage in this most intimate place.

And Geir kept filling him. He had no metric to compare it too, no idea how much was inside him now. He buried his head against Geir’s neck, panting and sobbing at being stretched so far, helpless as he was filled beyond what he thought he could take.

Then, without warning, Geir simultaneously wrapped tightly around his cock and rubbed hard against his prostate. Lightning shot through him, racing down his limbs. He screamed, his voice echoing across the lake.

Geir kept stroking the little nub, the sensation doubling and building. It was too much, more than he could handle, more than he could even fathom. And yet Geir had locked down tight around his balls, squeezing them painfully and leaving him in that horrible, wonderful state of overwhelming desperation.

Then the impossible tormenting strokes eased, the pressure inside him decreased without pulling out, and he gulped for breath, gasping wetly against Geir’s shoulder.

“You’re mine,” Geir growled. He wrapped one tentacle around Declan’s neck, tilting his head up.

“Yours,” Declan agreed, his vision unfocused and words slurred. “Yours.”