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James sits on the floor in utter silence. He is frankly, dumbfounded.
I guess that explains why he always stands like that. Is that insensitive?
Will sits opposite of him on a toilet seat with a kind of small frown. His pant leg is rolled all the way up to his knee…or what used to be a knee. Instead there is a four way split of pale skin turning brick red, shiny, and thick - long tentacles extend much further than Will’s foot ever did. They curl gently on the tile floor of Will’s bathroom as James tries to come up with anything to say.
One hour ago, Will had invited him over just to spend some time together before his 30th birthday. Just them. They have not had a proper lazy evening of playing video games in what felt like a year. Turns out his best friends had ulterior motives. As soon as both of them had a cup of tea in hand, Will had jumped into some fever dream fantasy narrative that James entertained just out of curiosity for what the punchline of this elaborate joke would be.
Given the tentacles in front of his eyes - there was no punchline. Ergo Will was not taking the piss when he said he needed to mate with someone before he turned 30. James can't think too clearly but it was something about the life cycle of creatures like Will and the need for unmated males to find partners so that they do not go feral. Will described it as ‘Turn to Foam’. James wasn’t clear on the details anymore - he just remembered laughing at Will before getting dragged to the bathroom and watching in horror as Will’s leg split.
“James, will you say somethin’ please?”
“Is this why you walk weird?”
“Mate! Is that honestly the first thing ye can ask us?!”
James apologises half heartedly while staring in fascination as the tentacles curl more like the tail of an aggravated cat.
“Will, I am going to assume here…Please don't hit me. Are you telling me this because you want to mate me?”
Every visible part of Will appears to take on a slightly more pink hue as the lad hangs his head in embarrassment. James listens with a sort of complicated joy as Will confesses that there is no one else closer to him than James. His biology would not accept anyone else as he had done the equivalent of imprinting on him years ago. He had tried with Mia once but it ended up not going anywhere due to the imprinting and Mia’s general disgust at what exactly Will’s true form looked like. Will seemed like he was about to cry - moisture gathering at the corners of his eyes as he rambled on how James should not feel obligated and how his true form is just so much more slimy. It was a bit absurd that Will was now telling James that he was under no obligation and that the sex is bound to be an unpleasant sensory nightmare in the first place. James doesn't care - James interrupts Will every few sentences to say “Will you can mate me I don't care” despite the lad seemingly not grasping that James is agreeing. Why would James ever disagree?
He is preventing his friend from seemingly a terrible demise - that in itself is enough. On a selfish level however it's like he has his cake and is about to eat it too. The hentai tendencies have never truly left him and the opportunity of Will and tentacles being in the same scenario together is mind melting. It really goes without saying that if Will had given James the flimsiest reason to spend time in his bed he would take it in a heart beat.
“Will - I don't care how weird your dick looks”
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It’s dark in the bedroom with the only light filtering through the small space between curtains. Will insists on lights off despite James’s protests - too scared that James might change his mind. They are both nervous and unsure as they sit tensely on the edge of the bed. Will jumps as James puts a palm on his thigh. The reaction makes both of them giggle.
“Jim…It’s me first time with a lad”
“Will…it’s my first time with an octopus”
The soft giggle from earlier is replaced by Will’s loud laughter. In that moment James takes the opportunity to place his hand on Will's cheek and captures his lips gently just like he has always wanted to. James would be a fool if he does not savor a kiss with Will. He could likely write a whole album just about the bitter sweet taste in his mouth from this moment alone.
The next album concept shout defo be ocean themed.
They get lost in their kiss. When Will parts his lips and their tongues meet for the first time, James can't help but shiver. The sensation so similar to those writhing tentacles he'd seen earlier on the bathroom floor. Everything starts to feel more real, hotter. James pushes at Will's chest - climbing right over him and into his lap letting his need be known. They stay like that for a while. Just feeling each other and letting each other's clothes fall where they may.
Will roams his hands all over James’s body - exploring and making James giggle through the kisses whenever he passed the more ticklish spots. There comes a moment when Will stops kissing his lips and instead grabs his hair and drags him down to his collarbone. The sudden show of aggression sparing electricity down his spine. Will's soft hand sooths his scalp in an apology before moving down to his neck - cradling it gently.
James feels the heat in his core turning to fire as Will is able to flip them over - ending up right between James’s legs by sort of miracle leverage.
“Didnt know you were like that Will”
“Mobility: yes.”
Neither of them can help themselves. It's hard to be serious when it's your best friend between your legs. As their giggles devolve into more kissing - the new position allows Will to knead at James’s ass. He gets to the point quickly after that. They are both worked up well past what James expected. Fingers slowly circle James's hole with no warning making him gasp out in surprise. It's no wonder then that James is far too distracted to notice how the space around them begins to shift - How Will’s tentacles begin to unfurl.
One by one inky thick appendages reveal themselves until Will is unrecognizable below the waist. They spread out like oil on the bedsheets, catching James’s eye.
He is mesmerized by the sight. The glisten of Will’s tentacles - a reflection of faint light from the outside making him look extraterrestrial, other.
As Will reaches his hands to spread out James's thighs further - his tentacles follow.
It seems unintentional, subconscious, like the inky arms have a mind of their own. As James gasps in delight at the cold wet sensation of suckers on his thigh, Will curses out an apology.
Hel doesn't get a chance to remove his suckers before James finds himself moaning loudly and clenching around Will’s fingers.
"Fuck Will that’s hot, you can...you can do whatever you like"
Will breathes out a laugh "God you are such a freak". It comes out with more gratitude that Will likely intends but James takes it as praise anyways.
Slowly tentacles creep up the whole of his body - feeling up his feet, calves, thighs and gently slithering up his chest and sides. They intertwine with his biceps and wrists - gently kissing ,tasting him.
Will removes his fingers in favor of running his hands all over James's chest - not that James was complaining but...
"Will, I’m...I'm gonna need more prep then that lad…please”
Will smirks like he knows something that James doesn't. Instead of a reply, he feels a tip of one of the tentacles press against his hole.
All James can do is throw his head back in ecstasy as the slippery tip of a tentacle breaches him. The feeling is indescribable and hard to focus on as the gentle throbbing of each other arm starts to feel more intense against his skin.
The tentacle that is inside of him now is so damn flexible. He feels a wave of sensation consume his body. His brain can't make sense of the experience and all of the sudden and his skin feels hot.
He loves this - being completely at Will's disposal like this. Being totally enveloped in Will.
He feels selfish like this, greedy. He wants to make Will feel at least even a fraction as good as he does at this moment. With a considerable amount of focus, he lifts himself up just slightly to ask "Will? How can I?-"
The question gets cut off as the tentacles around him squeeze harder and firmly press him back into the bed.
"It's okay James...we got ya yeah"
Holy Fuck. James's cock throbs at the sensation - Will could never hold him down...
"Fuck…Will…please I’m ready I promise."
James watches as Will's eyes flash impossibly blue - like some sort of bioluminescence. He feels empty as the tentacle that was inside of him now wraps around his thigh and stretches his leg back further.
He can't fight it - doesn't want to fight it.
Something else, something thicker presses against his hole as Will gets impossible closer to him.
It's as if time stops as Will enters him - his...well James assumes his cock, is leaking profusely - sloppy and wet and oh so precise. James realizes quickly that whatever is currently inside of him can bend just like the tentacle before. He feels like his hole is throbbing as the appendage throbs with Will's pulse. It feels like it's everywhere as Will presses up against his prostate. Before James could moan in approval there was a tentacle being shoved in his mouth. James feels downright owned.
Suckers stick to his tongue making it impossible to push the tentacle out - every moan or movement has the tentacle touch the back of his throat. He can't move - can't even struggle properly as the slick flesh writhes against his skin - suckers finding their way to his chest and his nipples. His muscles are kneaded with each thrust all over his body. There are suckers all over - they are not only on the tentacles but deeper still - right where Will's inner thighs would be. They stick to his ass harder than at any other point of Will's arms - keeping him in place.
All the while Will is moaning lightly, spilling nonsensical praise to James. He can't make sense of any of it becuase Will is fucking him incredibly deep - he just never ends. Each time Will thrusts, he just keeps on pushing and pushing. The hilt, the stopping point ,feeling miles away as Will just takes, takes, and takes.
James is so deeply stuck, so completely traped in this otherworldly pleasure. He can feel his orgasm close despite Will not touching him once. Will can tell he is close even with the tentacle muffling his moans. As he speeds up his thrusts, James loses absolutely all composure and yet another tentacle wraps around James's cock firmly.
He strains up against Will as he orgasms for the first time with a pathetic whimper - his core quivering as the continued movement along his shaft.
Will doesn't stop - doesn't even slow down as James's eyes widen in delicious fear. As he looks up to plead for mercy, he is met with an expression of pure bliss as Will watches James struggle. James can't stop his muscles from clenching and unclenching - delirious pleasure overriding the burn of overstimulation. Will is aggressively pressing up and thrusting against his prostate, filling him full of his own cum as he thrusts through tight moans - keeping his cock hard with rough strokes. Each upward motion applying extra pressure, mercilessly milking him dry.
When James orgasms for a second time - his muscles finally are able to relax. His eyes roll back in exhaustion as the tentacles slip away. All James can do is whine pathetically into the damp air of the bedroom at the loss.
Will is saying something to him - petting his hair and leaving small kisses on his forehead.
James is not sure if he can feel his own legs but he rolls over and grabs hold of Will. He presses the older man tightly to his chest as the other struggles and curls in on himself. Will tries to protest but James isn't hearing any of it.
"Will please shut up...”