It could be terrifying. Even he knows that. He knows that the ease with which he can lift Charlie is sort of terrifying, even if he's lifting him to kiss him a few more times and nuzzle to his neck. But he's certainly not rushing this. He'll settle him on his hips, that cock rubbing against his ass, sliding against the crack as he drapes Charlie over himself for more sweet kisses and nuzzles. The tentacles have less reach here but that's fine; they can just play at the rim, flicking and stretching him meanwhile, unhurried. This isn't a race, after all, and Charlie's so soft and sweet in his arms-

Finally, he breathes, remembering that answer and nods before lifting him again, two tentacles focused on holding his cock in the right spot while the other help his hand to support Charlie as he lowers him down. Gravity does most of the work at that point and John will groan out in a deep rumble all through his chest at the feel of pressing inside of Charlie like that, feeling him stretch around him tight enough to make him still an inch in.

"Still- still good?"