It would be difficult to call what Charlie is feeling 'urgency', even though he's close. John's cock and tentacles sliding against and around him feels indescribably good, and pushes the warm humming of his whole body even further. He feels loose and happy with it. Open and wanting. The muscles of his abdomen work overtime to try to keep him from popping, but his short, heavy breaths say it's not far off. He'd do a lot for this snapshot of time to last forever.

"What are you doin' to me," he says, slow and drunk with pleasure. "You feel so fucking good, kid. I, a-aah, fuck I want your tentacles and your cock so far inside me they can shake hands in the middle." A long groaned sigh. His eyes are comfortably unfocused. "Jo-ohn, you're so goddamn big, I bet I'd feel you every time I moved for the next fuckin' month. I swear I feel so good you could put anything in me. Nng, I could sit on your face and I bet your tongue would come out through my goddamn mouth. John, ah, f-fuck, John."