Erotic short. A merman treats his angel boyfriend to his tentacles, but he has to earn them first.
I did a random Twitter poll thread asking people to choose between two kinks. Being pinned down won over suspension bondage. Will be doing a short for each of the winners!
Erotic M/M short between a merman with tentacles and a trans male angel. 800 words. Includes teasing, pinning, kissing, orgasm denial, mild begging, and of course, the tentacles!
Terms used for Bird’s genitalia are clit and pussy. Bird and Stavros also appear in Morning Eggs:
https://johannestevans.medium.com/morning-eggs-40f054abb0b3
“I miss you when you’re gone, you know,” murmured Bird against Stavros’ mouth between kisses, and Stavros laughed, hands coming up to cup Bird’s cheeks as he pushed him back through the door, one tentacle moving to shut the door behind them.
“You miss me?” asked Stavros, picking Bird up by the waist and inviting him to wrap his arms around Stavros’ waist, his arms tight around Stavros’ neck and tangling in his hair. “Whenever you have a client, you think of me, whenever you’re alone on a sleepless night, you think of me?”
“Yes,” said Bird breathlessly as two of Stavros’ tentacles curled around his legs on each side, curving upward to curl around his knees, his ankles. The suckers tickled where they pulled and kissed wetly at his skin, and he laughed and wriggled as he tried playfully to get free, but Stavros’ hands tightened their grip on his hips, holding him tight.
“Ah ah,” he purred, dropping Bird onto the bed without letting him go, his wonderful weight falling on top of him. “You’re not going anywhere — you’ve missed me! You have to give me a warm welcome home.”
“Must I?” asked Bird, pouting out his lips, and Stavros laughed, beginning to layer kiss after kiss over Bird’s neck, the top of his shoulders, making his skin sing with pleasure. He was wet as anything, pussy throbbing with want, but when he tried to reach for one of Stavros’ tentacles and tug it to him, Stavros shoved him down.
“Greedy!” said Stavros, mock-scoldingly, and released his hold on Bird’s hips. Bird fell back onto the mattress, and before he could reach up to pull Stavros back down to him, Stavros had two tentacles wrapped tight around his wrists, pinning them above his head.
“Stavro, Stavro, please,” Bird whined, canting his hips up and spreading his thighs apart, even as Stavros gripped his knees and ankles with more tentacles on each side, pushing them apart and forcing his knees up.
Bird couldn’t move a muscle, back flat on the mattress, and he was breathing reedily, all but drooling, as Stavros slid another tentacle slowly up his chest, playing over his nipples and sliding up his neck, tapping against his chin. Bird opened his mouth, and Stavros laughed again, shaking his head.
“Greedy,” he said again, and Bird let out a wordless keen of complaint, trying his best to surge against Stavros’ grip, but there was no sense in that. Stavros was thrice his weight at least, with a sailor’s weight, and Bird was powerless to fight against him when they were like this: it was wonderful, and it made him clench on air.
He felt painfully empty, wanted nothing more than to be filled from every end, but it was obvious that for all his time at sea Stavros was in the mood to tease, and Bird was happy to give himself up to the tide.
One of Stavros’ smaller tentacles, a thin strand of thick muscle, wrapped around Bird’s clit and squeezed, and Bird cried out sharply, desperate to push his hips up into more.
“Shall I fuck you, darling?” he asked.
“Please,” said Bird.
“But I’ve missed you,” said Stavros pleasantly, voice warm and sweet as honey as he dropped his hands either side of Bird’s head, leaning over him to brush their noses together, teasing him with his mouth but not leaning in close enough that Bird could close the gap between their mouths and kiss him. “I want to reacquaint myself with this lovely body of yours.”
“You’re cruel,” said Bird. “And neglectful.”
“Cruel!” Stavros repeated, and dragged his stubbled cheek over the side of Bird’s jaw, mouth closed so that he didn’t actually kiss the skin and Bird whimpered as at the same time Stavros’ tugged at his clit like it was a cock, sending electric thrills up his spine. He was so wet it was sticky on his thighs, and another of Stavros’ tentacles was plying in the wetness there, teasing over the skin without even brushing Bird’s lips. “Well, if I’m already cruel, I might as well be crueller, hm?”
Bird opened his mouth to refute that point, but Stavros slid the tentacle that had been tickling his neck between his lips, sliding thick and salty over Bird’s tongue, and Bird’s next moan was muffled.
“A little angel pinned underneath me,” mused Stavros, smiling delightedly down at him. “I wonder what I might do with him?”
A tentacle brushed against his pussy where it was wet and open, not even sliding inside, just dipping into the wetness there and spreading his lips before pulling away, and powerless, delighted, ecstatic, Bird moaned around the tentacle stuffing his mouth open.
“Do you love me?” asked Stavros, and Bird nodded. “I love you too, darling. I shall torture you very sweetly until I think you realise how much.”
Bird closed his eyes, sighing through his nose, and relaxed into it as Stavros began to kiss his jaw again.
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