[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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[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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I'd be surprised if you were having a lot of tentacle sex before this.
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[He blushes furiously.]
I mean, it's not like I've had this strange ability for a long time...it's just another thing Retrospec decided to give to me...
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[No one can ever find out about his tentacle porn stash.]
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[His voice is so hoarse it's almost like he's going to lose it any second. IT'S AN EMBARRASSING QUESTION, OKAY.]
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[Shuji's a little red, but they do need to have this conversation, probably...]
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[WOW, his ears are red hot all of a sudden. He steps forward, finally gaining enough confidence to look Shuji in the eye.]
Then...I wouldn't mind. If it makes you happy...
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[Shuji pecks Howard on the lips one last time, just because.]
...I think I'd better head home soon. I have a paper to write up and everything.
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Okay. [Right...there was a paper...] Let me know when you're free, okay?
this thread is over but there can be more
I will. I promise.