Being kissed by a tongue is maybe the most alien thing that's happened so far this morning, and Charlie's breath gets a little heavier, because it turns out he's kind of wild for that. He's trying to keep his hips still, to keep himself at the mercy of John's pace, but the purr that rolls down John's body makes him fucking squirm, his cock straining and drooling as the tentacles rumble. They're like nothing he's had his dick in before, many and moving and dextrous and slick.

"I aa, aahh ha ahh hh," he says intelligently, eyes closed and mouth hung open as he tries to hold his climax at bay, "please please please please please, John, John, I will, I want it. Fuck me-e, ff-fill me up with haa haaaah--"

Oops, flew too close to the sun! Charlie's begging devolves into a long broken moan that probably disobeys his own noise regulations. His hips jerk and press forward into the nest of tentacles and his cock twitches rapidly, spilling over. He's whining John's name.