Charlie shivers deliciously under the claws, knowing they could slice through his flesh like it was warm butter. Knowing they won't.
He feels the dribble and immediately turns his head to chase it with his tongue, enjoying it humming through his mouth again -- which means that John spends half of his speech with Charlie just going to town on the underside of his dick, no big deal.
"Tentacle," he hums without even having to think about it. "Nhnn, I can't stop thinkin' about 'em." The thoughts are usually at least somewhat conflicted, but right now they're pretty much all in relaxed and horny agreement. God he feels fantastic.
"A couple times when I had to take a walk at night, when I couldn't sleep, I -- it's because you had them wound up tight around Arthur, and you were both sleeping, and they were moving like they got a mind of their own, and I started thinkin'--"
His breath is hot and sharp against the mess of spit he's left on John's cock. His eyes are blown and hungry. His cadence is now that of a story.
"They could sneak down him while both of you are out, with no idea. Sneak under his nightshirt and stroke him, slip in the back, he sleeps light but maybe they do something to him so it's deeper, work him up all night and leave him wanting, so he wakes up ready to pounce but with nobody to pounce on -- has to hide it, all the next day a stiff breeze could get him hard. Doesn't even know why. Fuck, I finished myself off in the-- fuckin' bathroom thinking about it." Wait, was that meant to be secret? Whatever, it's hot as hell so he wants John to hear all about it.
(It turns out the human mind deals with trauma in fascinating ways!)
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He feels the dribble and immediately turns his head to chase it with his tongue, enjoying it humming through his mouth again -- which means that John spends half of his speech with Charlie just going to town on the underside of his dick, no big deal.
"Tentacle," he hums without even having to think about it. "Nhnn, I can't stop thinkin' about 'em." The thoughts are usually at least somewhat conflicted, but right now they're pretty much all in relaxed and horny agreement. God he feels fantastic.
"A couple times when I had to take a walk at night, when I couldn't sleep, I -- it's because you had them wound up tight around Arthur, and you were both sleeping, and they were moving like they got a mind of their own, and I started thinkin'--"
His breath is hot and sharp against the mess of spit he's left on John's cock. His eyes are blown and hungry. His cadence is now that of a story.
"They could sneak down him while both of you are out, with no idea. Sneak under his nightshirt and stroke him, slip in the back, he sleeps light but maybe they do something to him so it's deeper, work him up all night and leave him wanting, so he wakes up ready to pounce but with nobody to pounce on -- has to hide it, all the next day a stiff breeze could get him hard. Doesn't even know why. Fuck, I finished myself off in the-- fuckin' bathroom thinking about it." Wait, was that meant to be secret? Whatever, it's hot as hell so he wants John to hear all about it.
(It turns out the human mind deals with trauma in fascinating ways!)