Page 23 of Kringle and the Kraken

Which might just workin my favor. I could no longer deny my body—my whole body—what it wanted. The tiny touch of tentacle to skin had sparked a feral need to wrap myself around Kris and squeeze him until my tentacles sucked permanent bruises into his skin, marking him as mine.

While I couldn’t have that yet, I had an idea for how I could give us both what we wanted.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m perfect. I just needed a second.”

I pulled him closer again, my hands shoving under his coat until it fell from his shoulders and landed on the floor behind him. My lips found his in the darkness while his hands fumbled with my clothes, opening my pants and shoving my jeans and boxers down my hips while I did the same to him. When our bodies connected again, finally skin to skin, every part of me vibrated. Kris’s arm landed on the door above my head as he braced himself and moved his body against mine, the feel of his velvet length moving against mine enough to make me forget my own name. A tentacle escaped from the confines of my coat and slid down my back, making a beeline for Kris’s cock.

Breaking our kiss, I grabbed Kris’s face, and held it so he was looking into my eyes. The darkness provided good cover, but I was playing with fire, and I needed more insurance.

“I want to touch you so damn bad.”

Kris moaned. “Do it.”

“I will, but I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything.”

“I need you to keep your eyes closed or on mine the whole time, okay?”

Kris’s eyes glittered in the darkness, and I saw him nod. If he thought the request was odd, he didn’t show it. “Okay.”

“Okay.” Using one hand, I tugged him toward me while the other slid between us. I needed to kiss him again, so I did, melding our lips together as my fist closed around his cock. Kris moaned against my mouth, and the tentacle that had brushed his skin before slid along my wrist and wrapped around my fingers.

There were a lot of perks to being a kraken—impeccable swimming speed, excellent vision in the dark, unparalleled strength—but by far the most useful was the fact that kraken tentacles produced a silky slick liquid that made the perfect lube.As my tentacle twined around my fingers, it left the slick fluid behind, allowing my hand to glide along Kris’s shaft easily.

“God, Levi. That feels amazing.” His hips punched into my fist, and my tentacle got in on the action wrapping around Kris’s dick next to my hand, creating a longer, tighter channel. “Oh, fuck.” His eyes fluttered closed as my tentacle twined around him even more, covering my hand and the entire length of Kris’s cock.

The smooth skin covering his hard length felt amazing against the sensitive flesh of my suckers, and the sensation made me shudder.

Kris’s hand that wasn’t supporting his weight against me and the door, slid between us, reaching for my cock, and he started to glance down.

“Uh-uh.” I used my hand to lift his chin so he was looking at me. “Eyes up here, remember?”

“Fuck, Levi. I want to feel you too.”

“I know.” My lips found his as I willed my tentacles to uncoil from his shaft and slowly removed my hand. My dick was rock hard, and while I rarely used my tentacles to get myself off, I wanted to feel my tentacles wrapped around both of us.

Kris’s cock was still covered in slick, and when I wrapped my hand around both of us, I couldn’t stop from moaning against his lips.

Pulling back a little, Kris rested his forehead against mine as he caught his breath, his ragged breaths fluttering against my skin as his gaze held mine. His hips pumped into my fist, his length rubbing over every inch of mine, and stars like those that twinkled over the darkest oceans sparked along the edges of my vision. “Why does this feel so good with you?”

I couldn’t answer. Maybe there wasn’t one. Since the moment I’d met Kris, since the second we shook hands, I knew there was something cosmically special about him, and sincethat day, I hadn’t been able to think of him as anything other than mine.

The second the word passed through my mind, my tentacle rejoined the party, almost like it was agreeing Kris belonged to me, and it wanted to stake our claim.

Kris’s hand thumped against the door as my tentacle encircled us from base to tip, applying the perfect slick pressure. There was no way Kris hadn’t noticed that something very different was happening here, but he stayed true to his promise, his eyes staying locked on mine. His trust unlocked something deep in my core that made heat rush through me in a way that had nothing to do with the pleasure building in my core as my tentacle undulated around us and our hips rocked as we chased release.

Our kisses turned sloppy and disconnected, brushes of lips as we panted and moved together, lost to sensation. My tentacle slid over the heads of our cocks, mixing our precum, and Kris whined, his hips moving faster. “I’m so close. Fuck, Levi, I’m gonna come.”

“Me too. You feel so damn good.”

My tentacle pulsed around us, and Kris let go, his head falling back as he came on a long guttural moan that vibrated against my chest. The heat of his cum on the sensitive flesh of my tentacle made my eyes roll back in my head, my skull thunking against the door as I came, Kris’s name on my lips.

I willed my hearts to slow and my tentacle to uncoil, and it slid slowly from between our bodies until it retracted under the cuff of my jacket, leaving a sticky trail of slick and cum along my arm in its wake.

Kris’s body was pressed tight against mine as he used the arm he had braced against the door to hold him up. His eyes were closed, his breathing was ragged, and his heart beat so hardin his chest I could feel it against mine even through the layers of fabric between us.

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