[ His head is swimming too much right now to really parse that claim. Even if he might not even have refuted it otherwise, at the moment, it seemed right. Basch's touch was all-consuming, the most incredible and intense sensations he'd ever felt that even right now, he couldn't imagine ever wanting anything else. Not when this felt like everything.
Eyes dazed and half-lidded as he's filled, as he's fucked, there's still no resistance in his limbs as Basch maneuvers him into whatever position he wants him. Pliant and eager as his arms are bound behind his back, as his legs are pulled further apart and similarly bound in how they're wrapped up in hungry grasping tentacles. His hair is tugged, pulling his head back, and it allows for that tentacle in his mouth to slip deeper, pressing against the back of his throat, choking off the next moan that followed it.
His cock is achingly erect against his stomach, jolting and leaking as pleasure shivers through him, assaulted from so many sides he can't even tell it apart now. The water feels cool on his overheated skin and any movement around him has it caressing too-sensitive skin and making him writhe, making him tighten around the tentacles pressing into him from either end.
And then yet another wraps around the base of his cock, his balls, tighening in a suckin squeeze. he's lost track of how many that actually is now, how many places Basch grips him, touches him, restrains him, fills him. It's everywhere, and he aches. His hips try to buck up into the stroke of that hand, a desperate keen muffled around the tentacle filling his mouth, but with how he's bound and held, it's an impossible effort. But it does emphasize the helpless position he's being held in, how completely exposed and vulnerable he is to Basch's exploration, the teasing touches and press of all those limbs around him, inside him. And how he's so desperate for more. ]
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Date: 2024-07-05 05:17 pm (UTC)Eyes dazed and half-lidded as he's filled, as he's fucked, there's still no resistance in his limbs as Basch maneuvers him into whatever position he wants him. Pliant and eager as his arms are bound behind his back, as his legs are pulled further apart and similarly bound in how they're wrapped up in hungry grasping tentacles. His hair is tugged, pulling his head back, and it allows for that tentacle in his mouth to slip deeper, pressing against the back of his throat, choking off the next moan that followed it.
His cock is achingly erect against his stomach, jolting and leaking as pleasure shivers through him, assaulted from so many sides he can't even tell it apart now. The water feels cool on his overheated skin and any movement around him has it caressing too-sensitive skin and making him writhe, making him tighten around the tentacles pressing into him from either end.
And then yet another wraps around the base of his cock, his balls, tighening in a suckin squeeze. he's lost track of how many that actually is now, how many places Basch grips him, touches him, restrains him, fills him. It's everywhere, and he aches. His hips try to buck up into the stroke of that hand, a desperate keen muffled around the tentacle filling his mouth, but with how he's bound and held, it's an impossible effort. But it does emphasize the helpless position he's being held in, how completely exposed and vulnerable he is to Basch's exploration, the teasing touches and press of all those limbs around him, inside him. And how he's so desperate for more. ]