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Kinktober Day 10: Aphrodisiacs | 69 | Tentacles
Azul tosses the controller down in disgust. “Hands are so limiting. ”
“Git gud.” Idia leans back against the bed, staring at the projected holoscreen showing their fighting game results. “Besides, what’s the alternative?”
“Having eight extra appendages to manage the combos you were getting. See, this is why I prefer board games: no reaction time.”
Idia grins under his glowing hair. “Sounds like loser talk to me. Won’t get better if you won’t play.”
“I’m aware.”
Long fingers tap at a series of buttons, and the game resets for another round. “Come on, scrub.”
“I don’t know what that means, and I don’t want to know,” Azul says, all stiff dignity. “Fine. One more game.”
He tries. He really does. But his character, who has massive mechanical arms, is much more clumsy than he is in his own form, and Idia’s lean, fast fighter is far too quick to fall prey to his attempts. “Hmph. I’ll need to memorize those button combinations before our next match.”
From below the gas-flame hair, Idia eyes him with a slightly furrowed eyebrow. “You wanna go again?” He twiddles his fingers anxiously around his sweatshirt strings. “I kinda thought you were just humoring me for this afternoon... It’s okay if you don’t want to stick around for another meetup...”
Azul rolls his eyes. “Your lack of confidence is insufferable.” (So is yours, a dark voice in the back of his head taunts, and he squashes it down deep beneath his veneer of control.) “Is it so difficult to believe that I want to expand my repertoire to include video games? Besides, I hear publishing those game guides can net one quite a tidy profit.”
“Well, yeah,” Idia says, “but you gotta actually beat the games for that, y’know.”
“Or make a deal for the knowledge.” Azul looks at him, considering. “What would it take for you to go in on a little business venture with me?” The light slides across his glasses, blue reflection from the gleam of the magical screens turning the glasses into some kind of wearable screen more suited for Ortho than a human (or cecaelia, as the case may be).
Idia’s hair burns a little brighter. “What are you willing to offer?”
The pair look at each other, considering, both a bit too awkward to speak first, until Idia finally gulps, and mutters under his breath, “Would you let me... touch you? In mer form?”
“Your tentacle hentai is inaccurate.”
At Azul’s words, Idia doesn’t go bright red, or bone white, as he expected. No, a gremlinesque grin spreads across his face, pulling one cheek up so far that his eyes begin to distort a little. “Azul... how would you know that unless you’ve watched it?”
Azul adjusts his glasses with a quiet cough. “I was... curious. And it’s not like normal merfolk are well-represented in pornography, either... it was interesting to see my ilk portrayed with such... desire.” He shifts a little, crossing his legs in the desk chair. “I simply looked to fulfil a curiosity, and I was disappointed.”
Idia taps his fingers gently against his leg, a rolling rattle of digits that reminds Azul of how dexterous those fingers were against his controller only minutes ago. “How inaccurate?”
Azul pushes back silvery-purple waves. “Do you want to find out?”
“Yeah.”
“Then agree to work on the game guides with me.”
“Deal,” Idia says, far too quickly. “Let’s go, let’s go. Ignihyde showers aren’t gonna cut it for this, so I’m comin’ over.”
—
In the salt-warmed air of the pool room that Azul has brought him to, Idia feels.... sticky. His hoodie is far too heavy for the warm, tropical temperature, but removing it feels like he’s going to lay his very soul bare to Azul, and only an idiot would do that.
While he’s dithering, Azul has stripped and enters the water with nary a splash, knifing into the water more gracefully than he’s ever done anything else. The inky black spill of his tentacles blooms around him below the surface, and he comes up dripping, devastating, droplets of water rolling down his naked, lean chest like some kind of fucking ecchi game. “Coming in, Idia?”
“Uh,” Idia stammers. “I was just gonna... watch.”
“You said you wanted to touch,” Azul reminds him, “and those are the parameters I agreed to, were they not? Are these just... cold feet, or did seeing me like this make you want to renegotiate?”
In his voice, a tiny tremor lurks, rippling through his words like the smallest disturbance at a still pond. Idia looks at his club mate, his fellow housewarden, his... crush? (close enough.) and he sees the vulnerability smashed down tight in the rigid lines of Azul’s face, in the way he too-casually beckons Idia forward, and...
Well.
Idia’s not an idiot, but he’s also not going to turn away someone who has become a weird sort of friend and ally and, somehow, miraculously, a potential lover. “Kay. Gimme a sec.”
He turns his back toward Azul, unable to strip while thinking about those lovely periwinkle eyes on him, and at least with his back turned and his own eyes closed he can pretend that he’s in his room. A soft inhale from behind him ruins the illusion, though, and he squeaks as he pulls his arms closer around his vulnerable chest and stomach. “Hieee!”
“My apologies,” Azul says, and there is indeed a note of some kind of regret in his cultured voice. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“Yeah, I know, weird burning hair and blue lips and shit isn’t exactly what anyone signs up for,” Idia mutters, but Azul cuts him off sharply.
“No, you moron. I like what I see, okay?” The bluntness of his words comes out awkward and strange in a voice more accustomed to double entendre and legalistic doublespeak, and Idia finally turns to see Azul Ashengrotto, genius terror of the campus and several small countries, probably, looking... nervous. “I like you, Idia, which I feel that I have made perfectly plain by my offer to let you see me like this, and if you can’t like yourself, at least know that I like you.”
“Believe in the me that believes in you, huh,” Idia murmurs, and when Azul shoots him a quizzical look, he shakes his head. “Yuu was talking about some anime from their home world a while ago, and I didn’t fully get it - apparently you gotta watch it for the full effect - but... maybe I kinda do now.” He slowly dips a toe in the water. “Oooh, warm.”
Sinking deeper, Idia sighs, and a little of the tension bleeds out of him as he balls his hair into a knot on top of his head and drops lower to submerge himself up to his collarbones. “Got a whole hot spring episode to myself and a tentai character? I’m actually maybe dreaming,” he says with a crooked smile towards Azul, and when Azul shakes his head almost fondly, a little more of the fluttery nervousness drifts lower to lodge itself in his belly, transmuting into something deeper and more primal than even nerves or shame.
“So can I just like... feel one?” he asks, and Azul nods, lifting one thick, beautiful tentacle free from the water to lay its blunt tip into Idia’s waiting hand. Carefully, Idia strokes over the rubbery skin, nudging at the odd springy texture of the flesh, before gently turning the tentacle towards the ceiling and tracing a reverent finger along the suction cups on the bottom.
“Gotta say, it’s looking pretty porn-accurate to me,” he says. “What kinda kinky shit did you find, Azul?” Too absorbed by the new investigation, the last of his nerves have melted away to reveal that clever, devious brain, and Azul finds himself laughing, more carefree than he can be with anyone but maybe the Ramshackle prefect.
“Ones where all the tentacles gushed out mating fluid, where they could split apart into smaller tentacles on a whim, where the suction cups were prehensile... the human brain comes up with some very weird interpretations of my anatomy,” he says.
Idia strokes around the sucker on the tip of the tentacle in his hand slightly more firmly as he says, “aww, these aren’t gonna grope me? Lame.”
“If that’s what you want...” Azul raises another tentacle, slips it along Idia’s lower back. Curls.
“Eek!”
“Satisfactory?” Azul says, smug.
“Actually...” Idia grins. “It felt good. Do it again.”
Another stroke, another squeeze along Idia’s slender hindquarters - and Idia shifts position slightly, widening his stance so Azul can slide a third tentacle up to play with the cock that bobs hard and leaking against his stomach. “What about here?” Azul asks casually, tracing over the shaft a few inches away from the tip. “Want me to curl this around your cock and jerk you off?”
Idia chokes and descends into a coughing fit, and for a moment, Azul thinks he’s gone too far, taken this from the realm of whatever 2D fantasy Idia might have been imagining into the harsh light of reality, but then Idia is crowding closer to him and squeezing one hand around the tentacle still in his palm and asking quietly, “you said these all spilling cum was inaccurate... so what about you, irl?”
Wordlessly, Azul extends another arm, specialized: spoon-like tip, slightly shorter than the others. “Here.”
Idia’s clever fingers trace the divots and ridges that ripple over the surface, and Azul shudders. “Wh-“
“It’s not fair if I’m the only one getting off,” Idia points out, and Azul considers.
“I suppose equal exchange is warranted,” he says, affecting a casual air and failing miserably as Idia lowers his mouth to the hectocotylus and sucks, once, too briefly. “Ah!”
“Oooh, yeah, make that noise again,” Idia says, voice going low and deep like the deep vibrating rumble of an underwater volcano roaring to life. “Do I just jerk it off like a human dick?”
“Sure,” Azul gasps, and Idia eyes him triumphantly at the speed with which he’s falling apart, but Azul can’t bring himself to care about losing to Idia in this particular game, not when it brings fingers twining around his most sensitive appendage and he gets to watch Idia gasp as he coils the tip of one of his lower arms around the cock again to move it in a slow, gentle wave like rippling kelp below the surface.
“Fuck!” Idia squeaks, humping into the circle of his tentacle, and Azul watches the very tips of his hair begin to burn a little brighter, a little warmer, as twin spots of color begin to appear on pale cheeks. “Azul! That’s...”
“Sensitive?” Azul says, trying to regain control with the sliding pass he makes over Idia’s tip. Even in the water, he can feel the slight temperature difference of the weeping pre-cum that escapes from the slit, and he moves the tentacle a little faster in hopes of pushing Idia over the edge.
Idia, meanwhile, has gone to weeb heaven, he’s sure. How else do you explain an S-tier good-looking and intelligent character type like Azul Ashengrotto somehow being willing to fulfill one of those fantasies he always assumed would stay on page or screen? Even without the dexterous movements of Azul’s tentacle, he was almost ready to spill, and the odd jellylike squish of the limb around his dick is so soft and welcoming that he’s moved beyond just being hot and bothered into a sort of blissed-out, eager haze of pleasure.
Can’t neglect Azul, though, so he moves both hands to the specialized tentacle and begins twisting between them, pumping his hands in a fluid motion that soon has Azul matching his rhythm on Idia’s own cock. The pleasure spirals higher, sending flickers of static electricity across his vision, and Idia comes with a gasping shout that bounces off the ceiling of this little pool room and rings back his pleasure enough to trigger a second, smaller set of spurting come that sends his mind far up a cloud-covered mountain, away from any kind of mortal concerns.
When the shakes fade from his limbs, he blinks at Azul, then down at the water, gone cloudy with what can only be the other’s release. “You... you came.”
Obviously. Fuck, Shroud, get it together.
“I did,” Azul agrees, oddly soft. “It felt really good, Idia.” He shifts a little, awkward now that they’re both floating here post-coitus, and then says “... how did it measure up to your hentai?”
Idia thinks about the many crappy orgasms he’s wrung out of himself with the help of his own hand and a bottle of lotion, of the slightly better ones that a dildo or sleeve brought forward, of the occasional brilliant, mind-wiping pleasure that keeps him chasing the high. “Way better in person, and you know I don’t say that lightly.”
Azul laughs, and nudges him out of the water. “Good. Let’s go start work on that game guide. When we’re done, we can talk about what it might take for me to fuck you.”
Idia pokes his cheek as Azul clambers out of the water on two legs alongside him. “Fuck me at the halfway point, or no deal.”
“Fine. Deal.”