One of the tentacles slid across his chest again in replica of a seeking, twisting tongue and he moaned openly around the one in his mouth. That too slid away, the long tendril going back down to join its fellows in exploring their new interest- the tent in his pants. Tide had started to go out, and now the water was down to his knees, just revealing more of the tentacles as they poked and explored. For a moment they paused, as though processing something, then began to nearly attack at his pants, sliding down the waist and up the legs, circling the half-erection his fantasy had given him.
Instead of watching, Oz tilted his head back and put a face in place of the tentacles, tan skin pressing against tan skin and wet blonde hair bleached from the sun-fuck, he looked so beautiful in the sun. Dog tags glinted in his mind's eye as Alfred sank to his knees, giving him that stupidly sexy smirk up before licking a long trail on the underside of his cock. Oz's hips jerked forward slightly, then settled back and let him work. A wet, inquisitive tongue slithered under his foreskin, pulling it back a little and tasting what was underneath, then swirling more boldly around his tip. It was torture, but Oz didn't want to lose a single second of that gorgeous American mouth parting around him and slowly swallowing him down. He started slow and loose, more interested in the taste and length, his tongue darting everywhere as blue eyes stared upwards, still grinning at him even with his mouth stuffed open. Then he really opened up his throat and took him deep into the back-or was that the tentacles providing suction?- of his throat. Oz let out a heavy moan, turning his eyes down to watch, the little peeks of pink tongue around his dick driving him mad.
"Fuck, Alfred, you're so beautiful...don't you dare stop..." The words were said aloud, but the tentacles either couldn't hear him or didn't care, intent on getting him to perform whatever reaction would come of their moving like this. They had picked up from his body language that he was enjoying this, and that was good enough for them. They were just interested in making the human body work as it would. The leader decided it would be good if it traveled back up and moved along the human's chest again, as it seemed to like that. In Oz's mind, it became Alfred's hand moving over his torso and plucking at a nipple with those perfectly callused fingers. Damn him, he never seemed to need to back off to breathe either, just licking and sucking like he loved doing it. He'd probably have an erection too, and Oz would help him to stand and get rid of it. Or maybe it would be suggested by him running his free hand up Oz's leg again, but then moving back and giving him another grope. Either way, he couldn't help but want a little more.
(Okay! Well, I gotta go, but if you stick around there might be a little more action in store. Anyone wanna see any other kinks?)
So Messed Up 1b/(Probably 2)
Instead of watching, Oz tilted his head back and put a face in place of the tentacles, tan skin pressing against tan skin and wet blonde hair bleached from the sun-fuck, he looked so beautiful in the sun. Dog tags glinted in his mind's eye as Alfred sank to his knees, giving him that stupidly sexy smirk up before licking a long trail on the underside of his cock. Oz's hips jerked forward slightly, then settled back and let him work. A wet, inquisitive tongue slithered under his foreskin, pulling it back a little and tasting what was underneath, then swirling more boldly around his tip. It was torture, but Oz didn't want to lose a single second of that gorgeous American mouth parting around him and slowly swallowing him down. He started slow and loose, more interested in the taste and length, his tongue darting everywhere as blue eyes stared upwards, still grinning at him even with his mouth stuffed open. Then he really opened up his throat and took him deep into the back-or was that the tentacles providing suction?- of his throat. Oz let out a heavy moan, turning his eyes down to watch, the little peeks of pink tongue around his dick driving him mad.
"Fuck, Alfred, you're so beautiful...don't you dare stop..." The words were said aloud, but the tentacles either couldn't hear him or didn't care, intent on getting him to perform whatever reaction would come of their moving like this. They had picked up from his body language that he was enjoying this, and that was good enough for them. They were just interested in making the human body work as it would. The leader decided it would be good if it traveled back up and moved along the human's chest again, as it seemed to like that. In Oz's mind, it became Alfred's hand moving over his torso and plucking at a nipple with those perfectly callused fingers. Damn him, he never seemed to need to back off to breathe either, just licking and sucking like he loved doing it. He'd probably have an erection too, and Oz would help him to stand and get rid of it. Or maybe it would be suggested by him running his free hand up Oz's leg again, but then moving back and giving him another grope. Either way, he couldn't help but want a little more.
(Okay! Well, I gotta go, but if you stick around there might be a little more action in store. Anyone wanna see any other kinks?)