Page 42 of Santa Has Tentacles

They had really good coffee.

More moans got sighs and a few comments about toxins from our audience, but after a few minutes everyone settled back into their own breakfasts and seemed to tune us out. Well, mostly tune us out. If we so much as shifted in the chair, everyone glanced over at us, but I knew they didn’t mean to make me feel like the monkeys at the zoo.

It was just a fun side effect of us being so different…but I had to admit, I kind of liked the weird mix of attention it was getting me.

I knew they were watching us.

Saint knew they were watching us.

They knew we knew they were watching us.

But we all had to pretend there was nothing weird about it as we ate and snuggled.

My head knew we were ignoring it but my dick didn’t. I knew that was a recipe for disaster with Saint because when mixed signals were involved he asked about it. So I was waiting for him to drop a conversational bomb on me, but that wasn’t what I should’ve been overthinking.

His tentacle was.

One slid right over my half-hard cock and gave it a squeeze. “Are you enjoying your food, my Colby?”

Well, at least he’d waited until I was done with my coffee?

Ugh.

If I couldn’t learn to control my dick around him, it was going to end up getting me in a lot of trouble…or a lot of unexpected conversations.

“Yes, but not in the way you mean.” Deciding there was no way around it, I turned and whispered to him as low as I could to hopefully signal to everyone that it was a private response. “It’s a combination of cuddling with you and being taken care of and being watched. I can’t help it.”

The last part was more human habit than actual worry.

Saint wasn’t the type to get upset over an uncontrollable cock. He seemed to think that was just part of me being human or maybe a human sub. He wasn’t exactly wrong, but I was hoping the conversation we had about it would be subtle.

“Human bodies are very responsive.”

It was not going to be subtle.

“There are no social norms to think about here, my Colby. There are also none of thepolice officerswho enforce social norms that have evolved to legal ones.” His words were going to give me a lot to think about at some point, but for the time being, they were just sexy.

One bad idea after another popped up in my brain and they just made simply being felt up at the table mild, so it was hard to work up an objection to anything that was happening. “I… Yes, this is your private space and you…and you guys make the rules here.”

For some control freak kind of reason, they all seemed to like the reminder that they were in charge of their building. Everyone in my peripheral vision sat straighter and a few puffed up like I’d made them feel good about themselves.

“Yes, our social norms are different than humans’. However, we will always respect a submissive and remember the human domination-based custom ofsafewords.” He gave me so many new things to overthink, I had to push my questions to the back of my head as he continued to edge me. “It has been communicated that you understand our custom of using the human stoplight colors.”

Everyone knew my safewords.

Got it.

Oh.

I was really slow sometimes.

“I’m…I’m glad they understand.” If there was something smarter I should’ve said, I couldn’t think of it. Mostly because there wasn’t enough blood in my head to figure it out. “I trust you to know…I trust you to know what the social norms are.”

Because I couldn’t think enough to reason them out at the moment…he’d slipped one thinned-out tentacle inside my pants.

It was honestly more subtle than what had been happening over my pants, but there was no way everyone didn’t know what he was doing. My pheromones or heartbeats or something would’ve given it away even if he hadn’t been talking about safewords and customs.

Clearly their customs said it was okay to feel up your special human friend over breakfast.

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