[That is...not expected. At all. Howard pauses for a moment, feeling a bit knocked off his balance, metaphorically, by the fact that Shuji isn't reacting the way he expected he would.]
[But there's little time to think of Shuji and his prior relationships with tentacles, because that stroking of his cock is certainly getting him going. Howard lets out a hiss, and the rest of his hand shifts. The tentacles pulse along the other's cock, squeezing it in a wave-like rhythm.]
[Why do you think he has prior relationships with tentacles can't he just be accepting of Howard for who he is!!
There's not enough attention in Shuji's brain to talk about tentacles when the sensations they're giving him are more important. Shuji curses, and his hips jerk into the motion of Howard's ex-hand without him telling them to. His own rhythm speeds up, but he doesn't think he could match the tentacles even if he tried.]
That feels so good - please...
[If there was any doubt that Shuji wanted this, it should be gone by now.]
[Shuji is accepting of sudden tentacles?? SOUNDS FAKE.]
[The sudden movement of Shuji's hips makes Howard blink, and feeling a slight rush of confidence, he leans in to kiss the other on the lips, his mouth creasing upward in the semblance of an amused smile.]
You like that, don't you...?
[He hums, another tendril rubbing over the inside of Shuji's thighs, curving down near his opening.]
Want me to keep going? Or do you want me, all of me?
[Both is good, even if he's not sure exactly how that would work.
Shuji moves to return Howard's kiss, but it's hard to coordinate movement when he can feel Howard's tentacles around his cock and rubbing near his opening at the same time, overwhelming his brain with pleasure. The kiss he does manage is open-mouthed and messy.]
[He hasn't thought about doing both, but...well. It's certainly feasible.]
[He's leaning over Shuji now, strands of long ink-like hair cascading over them both. He hasn't exactly tried this, but...there's always a first for everything.]
[He brings up a tentacle to his lips, slowly pulling it across his tongue right in front of Shuji to wet it. He knows exactly what he's doing - he's making a show of it, finally dipping the tendril down, down, until he's pressing against that tight ring.]
Ah. Here goes, Shuji...
[He kisses him, deeply, as he presses the tentacle slowly into the other, allowing him to get used to the feeling.]
[Shuji is pretty sure that this is always supposed to feel weird when you aren't used to it, and that it being a tentacle doesn't make it any worse than a finger being inside of him. It's still a little uncomfortable just by virtue of 'stuff doesn't go there', but Howard's being more than distracting enough that he doesn't mind.
Even just the show is enough to distract him, never mind the hold he still has on Shuji's cock. Shuji reaches for another of Howard's tentacles, to bring this one to his own mouth instead, mimicking Howard's swipe of tongue.
He doesn't know if these are sensitive or not, but he's more than willing to find out.]
[It certainly is sensitive, judging by Howard's reaction - his breath hitches, his hand trembling as he gives a squeeze in reply to Shuji's cock.]
D-do that again.
[He murmurs - with that said, he does his best to focus on what's happening below. The tendril pushes a little further into Shuji, sliding up and around the inner walls as it undulates, attempting to stretch him further.]
[For someone who prides himself on his words, Shuji's finding himself at a loss to describe the way Howard stretching him out makes him feel in any detail. The tentacle slides easily against his walls, any discomfort more than overwhelmed by pleasure.
Now that he's given that very important answer, Shuji wraps his lips around the tip of Howard's tentacle, sucking on it intently. He wants to make Howard react like that again. He wants to make him feel even better than that.]
[His tone is desperate - a wonderful flush blossoms in Howard's thin cheeks and he's suddenly very aware of how hard his own cock is straining between his legs. God. He hadn't known just how sensitive those tentacles were.]
I...want you. [He murmurs, hips bucking as he pushes another finger in, the end of it sliding down in the form of another tendril. He doesn't know how much longer he can hold out.] Goodness, Shuji, I need you.
[Shuji shudders - at the way Howard's tendril-fingers feel inside him, at the desperation in Howard's voice, at seeing his cock straining so much because of him, at all of those things. Everything makes Shuji's voice leak out into a moan around Howard's tentacle, before he pops his mouth off it just long enough to speak.]
Then have me.
[He's achingly hard as well, but he wants Howard to be inside him with something a little more substantial than his tentacles before he comes.
He slides the tentacle back into his mouth, deeper this time.]
[The way he says it makes him wonderfully dizzy, like he's at the mercy of Shuji's commands - Howard stifles a moan between his lips before he slides his fingers out, shifting his hands to grasp Shuji by the hips. A tentacle slides over his own cock, a sort of thick wet film covering it.]
How much until you come undone, hm?
[His eyes are very dark as he lines himself up, tip throbbing against Shuji. He briefly leans in for a deep kiss before he pushes himself into the other man with a groan, fingernails digging in.]
[It's hard for Shuji to know how much he can take - it's not like he's had tentacle sex many times before this. It's also hard for him to remember anything else when Howard finally, finally thrusts inside of him.]
Howard, Howard... please...
[He's been stretched so well that the push isn't uncomfortable at all, and Shuji doesn't hesitate to wrap his legs around Howard's back, urging him deeper inside him.]
[They're in a classroom and he's a teacher's assistant currently having sex with a student against a table. He shouldn't be doing this. It's terribly scandalous. It's terribly wrong. Someone could knock at the door any moment. And yet...]
Oh, Shuji...
[His breath is hot against Shuji's lips as he feels himself push deeper within the other, body jolting with every thrust. His tentacles slide over Shuji's thighs, keeping them apart to allow him more space to move.]
[This is absolutely wrong, and yet there's absolutely no way Shuji would want to stop. Shuji whimpers when Howard's tentacles spread his legs out further, and if he liked being complimented for his looks before, that was nothing compared to hearing it from Howard's lips when he's deep inside of him.
His cock is dripping, and he thinks he might come without another touch.]
More? I can take more, so don't - ahhh, don't hold back-
[He may or may not know what he's asking for. He may or may not care.]
[He says, between gasps and groans, cock throbbing painfully as he nears his peak. Yes, Shuji shouldn't bite off more than he can chew, here and yet...]
[A couple of slim tentacles move downward, slipping over the ring that Howard is currently pounding into - there shouldn't be enough space, he shouldn't do this, but...]
[Well, Shuji asked, right?]
[With the next thrust, he slips the tentacles in, joining his cock as Howard snaps his hips against Shuji, the tentacles providing a weird, but extremely overwhelming feeling of tightness as he moves.]
[It's overwhelming, it's far too full, it's more than Shuji could possibly take - except they're inside him, Howard gave him just what he asked for and Shuji loves it despite the stretch. The discomfort is nothing, nothing compared to every part of his walls being rubbed against with each thrust-]
Howard-!
[It's too much, and Shuji barely gets a hand around his own cock before he's coming all over his stomach, whimpering Howard's name over and over with each of the aftershocks.]
[This is...positively amazing. He feels Shuji gasp underneath him, coming hard against himself. That's good. How good. He thrusts into Shuji again, and again, and...]
[He bites his lip hard as he tips over the edge, tentacles writhing with every spurt of cum. He no longer can hold his voice back, a low moan breaking past his lips as he feels himself finish inside Shuji.]
How...how wonderful... [He murmurs, tentacles sliding out of Shuji as his thin chest heaves with exertion - he feels tired, but in a beautiful, warm way.] I never thought...it'd be so good...
[As sensitive as Shuji is after his orgasm, he holds on until Howard comes inside of him. That's a different feeling of fullness, something a little more soothing than being stuffed full of cock and tentacles.
Also, Howard's expression is amazing. Shuji can't help it - he leans up and kisses Howard very lightly on the lips.]
...Can we do that again? Not right now, I'm too sore.
[He had expected this to be a one-time thing, already feeling sad over the fact that they will probably never repeat this again. This was all just a way to relieve stress, right...?]
Wait, you... [Shuji wants to do it again? Howard blinks, before he leans forward.] I'd...like that. I mean, I think we should...take it to somewhere more comfortable...
That would be better. ...We wouldn't have to worry as much about cleaning up in an apartment.
[The desk is a mess of crumpled papers and knocked over pencil cases. The floor is worse: he doesn't think anyone would believe that stain on the floor is white-out.]
[Yea. That's...that's a thing. He shifts himself out slowly, wincing as some of the fluid drips onto the table.]
W-we can get paper towels from the bathroom nearby, I'm sure. But anyways...we can definitely repeat this. [A pause. His tone is extremely flustered.] Later, I mean.
[Time to do the most awkward attempt at wiping himself off and getting his pants and underwear back up and his tentacles tucked back into himself to that he can run to the bathroom and get paper towels before anyone notices anything amiss! He's blushing up a storm to the point where it almost looks like he's having a fever.]
[He rushes back inside, locking the door behind him before he starts to pat and wipe Shuji dry.]
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[That is...not expected. At all. Howard pauses for a moment, feeling a bit knocked off his balance, metaphorically, by the fact that Shuji isn't reacting the way he expected he would.]
[But there's little time to think of Shuji and his prior relationships with tentacles, because that stroking of his cock is certainly getting him going. Howard lets out a hiss, and the rest of his hand shifts. The tentacles pulse along the other's cock, squeezing it in a wave-like rhythm.]
Oh, Shuji...
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There's not enough attention in Shuji's brain to talk about tentacles when the sensations they're giving him are more important. Shuji curses, and his hips jerk into the motion of Howard's ex-hand without him telling them to. His own rhythm speeds up, but he doesn't think he could match the tentacles even if he tried.]
That feels so good - please...
[If there was any doubt that Shuji wanted this, it should be gone by now.]
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[The sudden movement of Shuji's hips makes Howard blink, and feeling a slight rush of confidence, he leans in to kiss the other on the lips, his mouth creasing upward in the semblance of an amused smile.]
You like that, don't you...?
[He hums, another tendril rubbing over the inside of Shuji's thighs, curving down near his opening.]
Want me to keep going? Or do you want me, all of me?
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[Both is good, even if he's not sure exactly how that would work.
Shuji moves to return Howard's kiss, but it's hard to coordinate movement when he can feel Howard's tentacles around his cock and rubbing near his opening at the same time, overwhelming his brain with pleasure. The kiss he does manage is open-mouthed and messy.]
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[He hasn't thought about doing both, but...well. It's certainly feasible.]
[He's leaning over Shuji now, strands of long ink-like hair cascading over them both. He hasn't exactly tried this, but...there's always a first for everything.]
[He brings up a tentacle to his lips, slowly pulling it across his tongue right in front of Shuji to wet it. He knows exactly what he's doing - he's making a show of it, finally dipping the tendril down, down, until he's pressing against that tight ring.]
Ah. Here goes, Shuji...
[He kisses him, deeply, as he presses the tentacle slowly into the other, allowing him to get used to the feeling.]
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Even just the show is enough to distract him, never mind the hold he still has on Shuji's cock. Shuji reaches for another of Howard's tentacles, to bring this one to his own mouth instead, mimicking Howard's swipe of tongue.
He doesn't know if these are sensitive or not, but he's more than willing to find out.]
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D-do that again.
[He murmurs - with that said, he does his best to focus on what's happening below. The tendril pushes a little further into Shuji, sliding up and around the inner walls as it undulates, attempting to stretch him further.]
How does it feel...?
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[For someone who prides himself on his words, Shuji's finding himself at a loss to describe the way Howard stretching him out makes him feel in any detail. The tentacle slides easily against his walls, any discomfort more than overwhelmed by pleasure.
Now that he's given that very important answer, Shuji wraps his lips around the tip of Howard's tentacle, sucking on it intently. He wants to make Howard react like that again. He wants to make him feel even better than that.]
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[His tone is desperate - a wonderful flush blossoms in Howard's thin cheeks and he's suddenly very aware of how hard his own cock is straining between his legs. God. He hadn't known just how sensitive those tentacles were.]
I...want you. [He murmurs, hips bucking as he pushes another finger in, the end of it sliding down in the form of another tendril. He doesn't know how much longer he can hold out.] Goodness, Shuji, I need you.
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Then have me.
[He's achingly hard as well, but he wants Howard to be inside him with something a little more substantial than his tentacles before he comes.
He slides the tentacle back into his mouth, deeper this time.]
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[The way he says it makes him wonderfully dizzy, like he's at the mercy of Shuji's commands - Howard stifles a moan between his lips before he slides his fingers out, shifting his hands to grasp Shuji by the hips. A tentacle slides over his own cock, a sort of thick wet film covering it.]
How much until you come undone, hm?
[His eyes are very dark as he lines himself up, tip throbbing against Shuji. He briefly leans in for a deep kiss before he pushes himself into the other man with a groan, fingernails digging in.]
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Howard, Howard... please...
[He's been stretched so well that the push isn't uncomfortable at all, and Shuji doesn't hesitate to wrap his legs around Howard's back, urging him deeper inside him.]
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Oh, Shuji...
[His breath is hot against Shuji's lips as he feels himself push deeper within the other, body jolting with every thrust. His tentacles slide over Shuji's thighs, keeping them apart to allow him more space to move.]
You're so beautiful...
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His cock is dripping, and he thinks he might come without another touch.]
More? I can take more, so don't - ahhh, don't hold back-
[He may or may not know what he's asking for. He may or may not care.]
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[He says, between gasps and groans, cock throbbing painfully as he nears his peak. Yes, Shuji shouldn't bite off more than he can chew, here and yet...]
[A couple of slim tentacles move downward, slipping over the ring that Howard is currently pounding into - there shouldn't be enough space, he shouldn't do this, but...]
[Well, Shuji asked, right?]
[With the next thrust, he slips the tentacles in, joining his cock as Howard snaps his hips against Shuji, the tentacles providing a weird, but extremely overwhelming feeling of tightness as he moves.]
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Howard-!
[It's too much, and Shuji barely gets a hand around his own cock before he's coming all over his stomach, whimpering Howard's name over and over with each of the aftershocks.]
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[This is...positively amazing. He feels Shuji gasp underneath him, coming hard against himself. That's good. How good. He thrusts into Shuji again, and again, and...]
[He bites his lip hard as he tips over the edge, tentacles writhing with every spurt of cum. He no longer can hold his voice back, a low moan breaking past his lips as he feels himself finish inside Shuji.]
How...how wonderful... [He murmurs, tentacles sliding out of Shuji as his thin chest heaves with exertion - he feels tired, but in a beautiful, warm way.] I never thought...it'd be so good...
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Also, Howard's expression is amazing. Shuji can't help it - he leans up and kisses Howard very lightly on the lips.]
...Can we do that again? Not right now, I'm too sore.
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Wait, you... [Shuji wants to do it again? Howard blinks, before he leans forward.] I'd...like that. I mean, I think we should...take it to somewhere more comfortable...
[His cheeks are flushed.]
Like...my apartment...or yours...
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[The desk is a mess of crumpled papers and knocked over pencil cases. The floor is worse: he doesn't think anyone would believe that stain on the floor is white-out.]
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[Yea. That's...that's a thing. He shifts himself out slowly, wincing as some of the fluid drips onto the table.]
W-we can get paper towels from the bathroom nearby, I'm sure. But anyways...we can definitely repeat this. [A pause. His tone is extremely flustered.] Later, I mean.
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[Leaking. Oh god he's going to die of embarrassment.]
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[Time to do the most awkward attempt at wiping himself off and getting his pants and underwear back up and his tentacles tucked back into himself to that he can run to the bathroom and get paper towels before anyone notices anything amiss! He's blushing up a storm to the point where it almost looks like he's having a fever.]
[He rushes back inside, locking the door behind him before he starts to pat and wipe Shuji dry.]
We were a little too...eager, weren't we?
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[Shuji straightened up the desk some while Howard was in the bathroom, but when Howard returns he does his best to clean himself out.]
But I don't really regret it...
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[He has a few extra towels, which he uses to clean himself off as well - he turns his gaze to the stain on the floor.]
I was, uh, surprised that I could use my tentacles that way.
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