Page 62 of His Theo

Chapter 18

“Yes, this was a very good compromise.” Master ran one tentacle down the front of my pants and nodded, thoroughly pleased with himself. “It provides support and draws attention to your body without being non-modest by human standards.”

The jock he’d put me in was strained to the limit as he made me even harder, but he was right, it wasn’t going to get us in trouble.

Now, the way he was petting me in public would get us in trouble if he kept doing it once he moved us away from the car. For the time being his body and the car door kept us safe, but once he moved, all bets were off.

God, it was hot.

“Human dating culture makes me happy too, my Theo.” He was adorably earnest considering he really only seemed to like it since it meant he got to dress me up and show me off.

Hmm, had he figured out what we could get away with in a club?

Nope.

Pushing away the random thoughts that were only making me harder, I took a deep breath and did my best to ignore how he was edging me. “I’m glad, Master.”

As he finally stepped back, I was glad I’d parked us toward the back of the lot but just seeing how far we were going to have to walk looked painful. “We shall make dating a weekly ritual, my Theo.”

He was going to kill me.

“I like doing things with you.” Especially ones that made me hard. “And I think you’ll like the movie too.”

He liked shows and stuff on TV, so I was hoping he’d like the movies.

“I am eager to experience it.” Stepping back from the car, he finally let me all the way out and kept his hands to himself as I shut the door and put the keys in my pocket. “New experiences should be tried together.”

“Something you read online?” I couldn’t decide if I was glad or frustrated when he shifted beside me and barely rested one tentacle across my lower back.

“Yes.” All I got was a tiny pat before his limbs went back to being perfectly acceptable. “It is seen as a bonding ritual.”

“I think I’ve heard that before.” I wasn’t sure where but it sounded familiar. “There are all kinds of things we can learn together. There are physical activities we can do for dates and outdoor stuff. I know people who’ve gone on dates where they did crafts.”

If doing paint by numbers and drinking could be considered crafting.

“We just need to figure out what kind of things we want to explore.” Most of the time I’d gone out on the I paid for dinner so don’t you want to suck my dick type of dates.

That was not how Jerker saw dating, though.

“Yes. Instead of two lists we will make one couples list.” That idea made him happy and he nearly bounced into the theater. He was in such a good mood he even found discussing popcorn to be interesting, but in the end, he decided he wasn’t feeling adventurous.

Because popcorn was a very novel idea.

He was so cute, even when he was looking at junk food like it was bugs.

But what made him pleased as punch was seeing that the seats had footrests and armrests that went up so he could snuggle me as the lights dimmed. The delight in his voice was impossible to miss as he whispered in my ear as the theater got dark. “I am starting to understand the human enjoyment in watching movies in public.”

Yeah, he’d figured out the fun very quickly because within minutes of the movie starting, his limbs began wandering.

At first it was innocent touches to my legs and hugs as he wrapped several limbs around me. But when his analytical mind finally grasped how much privacy we had, one tentacle started slowly trailing up the inside of my thighs.

Yeah, he was going to love movie dates.

On the other hand, I was being tortured because while there wasn’t anyone around us, there were a few people scattered in the front rows, and if I got too loud, they’d hear. Jerker was definitely doing his best to get a reaction out of me, though.

As the first gunfire in the movie went off, he squeezed my dick and spread my legs. I managed not to moan but he wasn’t making it easy. Just the way he had my legs trapped and open for him had fantasies running amuck in my head, but he turned it up a notch when one impossibly thin tentacle slipped inside my pants.

Between their size and the stretch of the fabric, Master didn’t have any problem finding the parts he loved playing with the most.

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