The tentacles are like the rest of his skin: a touch like rose petals, soft and matte, warm with his body heat. The three around his cock slip over to loop gently, loosely, around his wrist, his lower arm, and he surrenders his dick to Charlie completely while the other tentacles keep at his balls. There's a sound like a soft gasp and the golden glow is closed halfway.

John's dick is similar, albeit firmer (at the moment) and there is some sort of texture even if it's difficult for the void to show it. It's thick, Charlie's hand only just fitting around it, and the length is to size with the rest of him.

It's a monster, in short, and a low rumble of pleasure begins shortly after Charlie takes over. John, for his part, simply lays back to enjoy.

"You can touch anywhere you want. I want you to."