I enjoy drawing carlos being overwhelmed by squishy, thick, oozing, soft, crazy-coloured Tentacles. He enjoys it, too. So it is a win-win-situation, I’d say! Yay!
Another Waiting-room-Scribble. Coloured in photoshop… yeah.
I should draw serious stuff… well… at least I’m drawing. Haha~
I’ll be home soon.
Hours had passed since that last text. But what could he do? A crisis had popped up in the small desert town. It took work to reverse malevolent shadows and save screaming people. By the time he pulled in to the parking lot the moon had reached its zenith in the still night sky. No other soul around. He frowned, slipping his key into the door.
Pleasant darkness mixed with warmth. Cecil had left a small light on in the kitchen. Hungry and worn out, Carlos decided to simply crash in bed after his long evening. The door to the bedroom lay ajar, black inside but for a faint shine of light from the window. He crept in, keeping his steps silent. A sigh and a smile he could not help. Cecil lay curled up against the scientist’s pillow lightly snoring in his sleep. Sorry about the wait, you’ll see me in the morning. He bent down to kiss a cheek, watching Cecil crack a grin even as he dreamed.
With a yawn, Carlos pulled off his shirt, needing a steady hand on the wall for his socks and pants. Now in just boxers, he slid open the closet, wincing at the creak. I’ll fix that tomorrow. Clothes tossed in the hamper, Carlos stretched again, suffering from a random spike of energy mocking his weariness. Maybe a bite to eat. Or a drink of water. From behind a groan. Cecil turned, still hugging the pillow. Eyes cracked open along with a mumble.
Cecil lay naked under the covers. A wonderful form to sleep with to be sure, but much more remained hidden, only to show in the heat of night. And here they came now. Dark tentacles flushed in pink emerged from the radio host’s back at the mere mention of Carlos’s name, ends twisting in anticipation.
"Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up."
Dozens of extra limbs, growing as their master woke. The mass slithered in a pile towards Carlos, tips reaching out. He smiled down at their enthusiasm. The first night they triggered such a surprise. But in the second he let them embrace him. The third, he couldn’t imagine life with out. Cecil remained on his back staring up in worship at his shirtless boyfriend now real and standing before him.
"Yes you did."
Carlos sat down on the bed, allowing the tentacles to reach him at last. Thick but soft, they at once climbed over his legs to prod and nuzzle. He watched Cecil bite his lip from the small taste of contact.
"Yes." Carlos laid down along side his boyfriend, sharing his grin. "I did."
As a scientist, Carlos wanted to learn all he could about the strange tentacles. And Cecil gave him all the opportunity to do so. He felt himself wrapped up in a swarm. They oozed a slime that allowed for passage in any crevice. That he learned far too quickly for his tastes. Even now they slipped between his legs, begging to pleasure. Carlos exhaled hard as Cecil gazed back. His boyfriend was already hot and blushing as he probed every inch of the man next to him. The tendrils flexed, squirming between fingers for a pet. Though thick, he could squeeze them as if they were filled with water. That would get Cecil going. Carlos took a bunch and stroked them in between gentle grips, clutching a few harder before feeling them cling back. A long moan beside him, a back arching in desperation for more.
Cecil writhed against the bed, gasping from the sensation. More broken calls of his lover’s name. Carlos could not respond. The tentacles slithered against him on mass, swelling over his limbs to keep him locked in perpetual coddling. He relaxed, letting them outline every contour of his body and then some. Cecil had been with out needed touch for over a day. Tendrils glided up a hairy chest, coiling around shoulders and neck, tips pink in their joy. Every muscle, every nerve had to be pampered. Carlos leaned his head back, trembling from so many tender nuzzles. Once they reached his perfect hair, Cecil cried out, chest heaving.
To bring about such ecstasy from mere contact. Carlos closed his eyes as they overtook his face and pulled off his glasses to clatter to the floor. A curious one poked at his lips. He opened up, sucking freely on the offering. More entered, jealous. Attention was given to all as they squirmed against the inside of his cheeks. The others left outside continued to stroke his face in flexing cuddles. Below, a shaking moan, Cecil curling in on himself. Carlos would smile if he could, lost in a haze of love over his boyfriend’s quirks. To come home to anything else would be a disappointment. Some nights at the lab he’d crave them to coil over his body. It didn’t matter if he couldn’t move or speak, the sounds from Cecil was more than reward enough. He kept suckling, spreading his legs for what he knew would come next.
DUDE! Seriously! *squeaks* I feel so flattered! Thats… … thats so neat~! omg thank you so much!!!
But…. But…. butbutbutbut WHY DOES IT STOP??!
(I think I drew something that could justify a 2nd part? 8D )