Kraken (17 page)

“You were good today, so you get clothes until we go to bed.”

With one hand Cy led him into the living room, pulling him down onto the sofa to cuddle in against his side.

Will was drifting, relaxed, content. His cock wanted attention, but not so desperately that he couldn’t just enjoy the state of wanting. “Cy, when you put the stone into the water, it felt really good.”

Cy petted him, running his finger absently up and down his arm.

‘Hmm, it felt good? Like what, lovely?”

“You know, I got the same feeling around that stone that I do when I get the tingles. Not all the time; only once you put it into the water.”

“The
tingles
? What the hell?”

Will languidly flipped a cushion over his head to hit him.

“Shut up. It’s a feeling.

“What kind of a feeling.”

“A tingly feeling.”

“A
tingly
feeling?” Cy started to laugh.

“Urgh.” Will buried his face in his hands. “Don’t, Cy. I know it’s stupid.”

“No, come on, tell me.’ Cy tried to straighten his face, and he drew Will into his warm encircling arms, kissing his shoulder through the fabric of Will’s shirt.

“I can’t . . . I can’t explain it. It’s like trying to explain an orgasm. Some people call it ASMR. Did you ever have another kid draw on your back at school?”

“Draw? On my back?”

“Look, forget it.” Will got to his feet and headed for the bedroom.

A tentacle snapped out, its tight grip pulling Will back towards him. Cy grabbed Will’s hands and held them to his chest.

“No, Will, I’m sorry. Don’t walk off. Please tell me. Because no, I’ve never had anyone draw on my back. So, you took your top off at school?”

“No, you do it through clothes. It’s a girl thing. You trace shapes with your fingertips on the back of a child sitting in front of you. There was one girl who I think had a crush on me, and she always used to pester me to let her do it until I gave in. I mean, I really
wanted
her to do it, but it was weird, right? And boys don’t do it to other boys.”

Cy just looked at him.

“Yes, okay, I know, it’s weird. But honestly, it’s the most amazing feeling. It’s like sex.”

“You were having sexual feelings about girls at school?”

“No! Wait, sit. I’ll see if I can show you.”

He pushed Cy towards the sofa and pulled up the coffee table. He pointed a finger at him. “Wait.”

Will was back in a second with his laptop. There wasn’t much charge left, but enough for one video he’d downloaded, at least. He lowered himself onto the floor between Cy’s thighs. Cy was warm against him, and smelled of sea salt and home.

Will clicked on play. He had to strain to hear a women’s quiet voice speaking in a low almost-whisper, as she pulled a multi-pack of precooked udon noodles towards the centre of the shot. Will quickly paused the video.

“Um, Cy?”

“Yes.”

“Could you do me a favor?”

“Anything.”

“Could you, um . . .touch me . . . With your . . . Um . . . “

“With my tentacles?”

Will was glad he didn’t have to look into Cy’s eyes. “Yes. Please?”

“You want me to touch you with my tentacles while this nice lady shows us her noodles?”

“Uh . . .”

“No, no, absolutely, of course. Noodle fetish: I’m up for it.”

“Just like, on the back of my neck, and the top of my back.”

“Will. Do you want to take your shirt off?”

“Oh gods, yes!”

Will shucked his t-shirt and settled back between Cy’s legs. He shivered as one of Cy’s soft velvety tendrils caressed the back of his neck, and he felt another tickling over his spine. His eyes nearly rolled back into his head and he moaned in bliss.

“And Cy?” He was talking quickly now, wanting to start the clip again. He felt like a 15-year old boy about to watch his first skinflick.

“Yes?”

“Please, don’t talk. Or scoff. Or do anything except watch this and keep touching me?”

“Yes, lovely.” Cy’s voice was warm and loving. “I can do that.”

Will sighed and clicked play again.

The woman on the clip had long, strong-looking fingernails with white tips, and she turned the noodle packet and stroked and massaged the cellophane wrapping. The tingling feeling started up the back of Will’s scalp, covering the whole skin surface from ear to ear. Cy’s tentacles touched lightly on his skin, and the women on the screen patted the crinkly package from the sides, then the two ends, then slowly tapped her long fingernails on the top.

“Holy fuck,” Will breathed out.

He felt himself go peaceful and boneless, until the noodle-handler pushed the udon pack to the right and drew over instead a larger multi-pack of dried ramen. He felt Cy lay his tentacle lengthways across his shoulders, the suckers clinging briefly before Cy pulled them off slowly one by one, the tiny sharp tooth inside each one lightly scratching his skin. Will groaned, and wondered how much pleasure his skin could contain without splitting.

All too soon the video was over, and with an inarticulate hum Will let himself fall sideways to the floor, lying prone in bliss.

“Will, you do know you actually gurgled at one point, right?”

It took Will a few minutes to answer. “Don’t care. Well, don’t care with you.”

“Nice.”

“No.” Will laid his hand on Cy’s calf, feeling the lean muscle underneath his skin. “No, I mean, I could never have told anyone else this. I
have
never told anyone else this. I was with Parker for a year, and I didn’t want to move in with him because he’d find my favorites list and know I was
this
weird. But you – I trust you.”

“And I already know you’re weird.”

“Yeah.”

“It says something about this relationship that I’m a cephalopod shifter, but
you
’re
the weird one.”

“No, but Cy, when you hear the crinkle, and see her touch the wrapping, that doesn’t . . .
do
anything to you?”

“Uh uh. No. Definitely not.”

“No tingles?”

“I’m sorry, Will. But I like that you do. And this is what the stone today made you feel?”

“Mm hmm. Hey, if you can’t feel it, where do you know where to place the stone?”

Cy shrugged. “I learned where they belong. Once, long ago.”

“From who?”

“Too many questions for the end of a long day. Do you want to go to bed instead, put these tentacles somewhere else?”

Will grinned up at him, feeling nothing but pleasure. And some lust, creeping in at the edge of his brain as the bliss subsided.

“Oh, yeah.”

Cy let both arms change now, the tentacles extending up to his shoulders. Will stood, and reached towards them, letting the soft, plump tendrils run through his fingers. He caught a thicker one, closing his fingers around it and squeezing it lightly in his palm. It was Cy’s turn to groan now, and he grasped Will’s torso in his two large pseudopods, lifting him and carrying him to the bedroom. He threw Will down onto the large bed, and his tentacles stroked Will’s hair, his throat, his nipples.

“Can you hold your knees back, lovely?” said Cy.

Will quickly complied.

Cy drizzled his warm gel over Will’s hole. He watched Will’s face closely, while he worked his arm into Will’s arse, slowly, gently, just the tip at first, then pushing, squirming, deeper and deeper until Will felt filled and encompassed at the same time. Will closed his eyes and let himself give in to pure sensation. Cy flexed his arm, making it grow thicker, larger, moving in and out of Will’s anus in tiny concentrated movements, then switching to broader, longer ones.

“Keep your eyes open, lovely. I want to see you. You’ve been so good today, the very best. So this is for you.”

Will grinned up at him. “Oh yeah?”

Cyrus’s tiny nimble arm tip sought out Will’s hard gland, stroking firmly across it. Another of Cyrus’s arms extruded clear gel over his cock, and wrapped around it, grasping and pulling. Will had been flaccid, too caught up in the pleasure in the rest of his body to spare a thought for his dick, but now he stiffened, growing and swelling. The arm in his arse focused on his prostate, circling it, now swiping across it, now circling again. Will sighed in pleasure, and his cock reared up above his belly, seeking Cy’s touch, his love.

A fingerling of a tendril crept over the suckered arm holding his stiff, erect cock, and slowly, carefully, burrowed down into the tiny slit.

“Oh, gods,” moaned Will. Another arm was at his face now, and he sucked it down, pulling at it urgently with his lips and tongue, trying to milk from it the sweet fluid he now craved. The tendril in his dick felt enormous, and the pressure of the arm on his gland was both too much, and not enough, all at once.

A grunt was forced out of him, and he increased the suction against the soft, wriggling limb in his mouth, turning his head unthinkingly from side to side, half-pleading, not knowing where to concentrate. Pressure grew in his groin, and he felt the pseudopod in his dick creeping, diving, working its way deep inside him. The tiny suckers bumped deliciously against the inside of his urethra. Will imagined the hooks sliding out and into his untouched channel, and shivered.

Cy’s arm in his arse was incessant, working him endlessly, tenderly. He rotated his arm, bunching the tip up into a bulbous amorphous form, until the pleasure mixed with near-pain, and Will whined. There was an insistent push against his prostate and he gasped air in, as a strange noise was forced from him. He keened, high and unnatural. Oh, fuck, he wanted to come, he wanted it.

His eyes searched Cy’s face, but there was no sign of his losing control, rather, he was reveling in it.

Cy’s limb pushed forward and back, right over his gland, in time with the suckers tugging his hard cock. Abruptly the tendril in his slit slithered stickily out and was gone, as Cy pushed and worked his gland ceaselessly. A long, low note was forced out from Will’s throat, muffled against Cy’s cephalopod arm filling his mouth. He swore he felt the cum drain from his balls, barreling like up wave up the inside of his cock, bursting from the top in a spurt that reached his chin. Cy kept pushing, kneading from inside, and another gush was forced from him, and another, as Will rolled helplessly on the bed, inarticulate and emptied. He wished the moment would never end. Cy lowered his weight on him, pressing Will’s sticky cum between their bellies. He withdrew the arm from Will’s mouth, and tenderly kissed him, licking at his lips, and making an approving noise as Will merely opened them, passively, and let him in.

“Such a good boy,” Cy murmured against Will’s sticky mouth. “So lovely.”

In the morning Cy was already up, bringing a plate into the bedroom before Will’s eyes were open. The aroma woke him and Cy sat him up and gave him the plate while he gathered their clothes from the floor and threw them into a canvas bag.

“I’m going out today, lovely. I’m sorry I have to leave you. I don’t think you’re quite up to the walk, yet.”

“That’s all right,” Will said. “I can amuse myself.” Actually , a day to himself sounded amazing.

“I’m going to stop in at the store and get the clothes washed. Ella will run them through for us.”

“Um, I could take them and do them. While you were out? I’d like to pick up some fruit and vegetables. The fish is great, honest, but I’m feeling a little . . . lack of variety.”

“No need, my love. I’ll get it. You just rest today. You had a rough day yesterday.” CY wrapped his arms around Will’s neck. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too.” That was what you were supposed to say, right? He was meant to miss his lover.