And John is going to keep petting his back as he does, encouraging, protective, careful. He'll keep pumping his own cock, careful not to overstimulate Charlie as he goes off, and John will join him a moment later, rumbling out a groan that reverberates throughout all of him.

"I like you saying my name. I like it very much," is barely words, but he says it, low, like the earth moving. He'll work them both through it, getting his tentacles thoroughly covered before letting them settle together. It's only then that he'll reach around, back, towards his ass.

"Are you still thinking about watching Arthur?" he asks in a murmur against Charlie's neck, the tip of a tentacle or two sliding between the cheeks, finding the rim. He's not going to rush, like he said; he wants Charlie to enjoy this.