He felt his breath catch in his throat. Oh...that was lovely. He closed his eyes, arching under his touch, swallowing as he felt John's touch wander.
He was listening still, taking in what John was saying, thinking that it would be a good idea- somewhere where he and his inmate could rest, where he could make nourishing meals, a safe place to rest- but the nibbling had him softly gasp, and his body throbbed in want.
"More? Oh...yes. Yes, please, John." He swallowed. "I like-I like your ideas. Making a cabin a sanctuary. Perhaps- a private place to worship too. Comfortable bed, privacy...all of it." He rolled his head back.
"Of course, y'maea," he says, voice warm and syrupy and pleased, and that's when one hand will slip forward and wrap around his length, start very gently stroking him as the other arm keeps petting along his thighs and his belly. He'll turn his head to begin kissing along his neck and shoulder, given how kindly Oscar is baring himself to him.
In between the kisses, he'll start giving little nibbles, run his teeth lightly against the skin. Suck a little before kissing the spot sweetly. Oscar has a high collar, after all. And John wouldn't dream of leaving a visible spot.
Without permission, anyway.
His voice stays warm and low in between the kisses, the touches never pausing.
"You could have a little altar, if you like. Or a meditation room. A comfortable bed... yes, that would be good. Make sure you're rested. At your best."
Another few kisses.
"You're beautiful like this, Oscar. May I touch your ass? I want to show you something. Something that feels very good. It may feel odd at first, and if you don't like it, we can stop. But it's a sensation like nothing else and I want you to feel it and see if you like it. Is that all right?"
Oscar forgot about the jets. Or restructuring his room into a peaceful place for him or others to visit. Well- mostly.
John taking the lead, was all warm summer afternoons, a slow stretch that eased all aches, a touch of unexpected heat. Thank goodness for the high collar. He was going to be all over love bites when John was done.
"To...to be fair John...it's...all of it is a new sensation to me. Even the stroking."
Which was very good. He opened one eye, peering up at John. "So yes. Please. Show me?"
It would be his ass but...John wouldn't do anything to hurt him. He knew that.
"Fair enough," and he kisses him once more, this time on the cheek, before his other hand will venture between Oscar's legs. He'll take a moment to carefully play with his balls a little, and then he's slipping past to a spot just behind them to press up just so on an upstroke before he starts to massage in earnest.
Best to see if he even likes the sensation before he goes slipping any fingers inside.
Oscar closes his eyes again, his hand moving to gently stroke John's arm, gentle and idle.
The ball handling had him squirm happily, easily, before he felt the pressure. Oscar arched up a bit, an odd noise emerging from his throat before settling back down.
"Oh." His eyes opened. "That- that is different."
It wasn't bad at all. Just new, and soon he was squirming happily under John's hands. It was so odd but...pleasant.
He can't help but smile at that, and Oscar can't see it but he'll feel it against his skin. He'll shift then, just a little, and now it's something thicker and heavier pressing against that spot, massaging there. And his hand is going to go back to kneading at his balls again as he nibbles and kisses and sucks at his neck and shoulder. No pressure for more, just this.
"Do you like that? Or would you like more?" He kisses him again. "It would be more intense if I was inside of you. There's also a feeling of... fullness. Do you think you'd like that? Or is this good?"
Was it his fingers, or a tentacle or...his cock there, teasing and pressing so close? He could feel the soft smile, so content against his skin.
And he felt himself twitch at the idea of John inside him. Filling him up like he did with his femme form, making him come-
He bowed his head.
"I want to try it. I've...I thought, when I decided to ask it would be...you, having me. Like this. Or you riding me, relentless on the couch." He laughed, embarrassed. "A bit much, I suppose."
"Not at all," he says, still stroking, still pressing. "I like that idea very much. And I definitely would like to."
A soft kiss to the underside of his jaw.
"But there's a little extra preparation between two men. And the warm water and the oil help considerably. This is a good place for trying that."
He kisses him again, nuzzling afterwards, even as his fingers slip back and down, shifting what is definitely his cock to one side as he finds the hole there and starts to gently coax his finger through the tight ring of muscle.
"But you're going to look so lovely, I think, filled with my cock." He nuzzles at Oscar's throat, starts nibbling. "I can see it in my mind already, so gorgeous, taking every inch of me inside of your body, the both of us entwined in a whole new way." He'll start sliding in with his finger, starts stretching him just a little with some of the oil as he begins to try and get a second finger in.
"May I use my tentacles to hold you, Oscar? They would never hurt you. And it will help this go smoother and give you more support."
He shivered again. The sound was just- low, delicious against his spine. It made him squirm more, restless as John took his fingers, all oil slicked and pressed inside.
Oscar gasped, and arched forward, his hand grabbing at John's leg under the water for balance.
"You mean...that was your cock? I thought that was your tentacle. It felt massive."
Which was a compliment, from his squirming. He nodded though, glancing back. "Y-yes, please use them. I don't want to fall off."
Not that there'd be damage, bit he didn't want to stop.
He shifts his hips and Oscar will feel the curve of him rubbing against that spot. But alongside of it, he'll feel soft, smooth touches slipping around, steadying him, and warm even in the water.
"Everything feels large there," he says fondly, "and there, can you feel it? Wrapped all around you. No falling off for you."
It probably won't be very easy to tell if that's John's fingers or the tips of a tentacle as a second shape presses in, smooth as silk. And as both of them start stroking him open with the slick water and oil. He hasn't paused any of the rest of it, after all. Including the kisses and the nibbles.
But still. Slow. Gentle. Overwhelming in a different way.
"I've got you, Oscar. Beloved. You don't have to worry about anything."
That moan is everything. It's the fingers of his hand that run gently up and down his torso, play with his nipples in turn. Gently. Everything here is slow and gentle and yet, unrelenting.
Stretching him, slicking him- John's cock is against his thigh and one of the intrusions brushes against the spot from the inside now, though it's clearly not the focus. He nuzzles Oscar's jaw sweetly, savoring all of it. This, after all, is another offering of sorts, one he accepts gladly. Joyfully.
With a third press inside, as Oscar's relaxed open far enough.
"I'm glad you wanted this with me. And I'm honored you trust me with showing it to you." He nibbles at the shell of his ear, voice languid and warm. "You don't need to hold yourself back while we're doing this. You can release more than once, and it's much more intense." A nuzzle. "Or I can help you hold off that release, if you find you want that. Everyone's a little different. They all enjoy things differently."
Oh. Oh nipples where nice when they're played with. Mentally, in a haze, he had to remember to play with John's nipples later, when he could.
He could feel himself panting, and shuddering, feeling him press in, little by little. Offering himself to John, letting himself take him, pleasure them both.
He was learning so much with this bath.
"This...oh. Oh, my word." His breath came out in a shudder. "I don't think I can hold myself back. John I-"
He felt a little embarrassed, as he drew his mouth from the water to press against his mouth, fingers sprayed out. "I-I think I'm already on the verge of losing it already."
He was all worked up, and John had been offering so many touches. So much joy. No holding back now.
"Do you want to?" he asks, and he'll let a little loop of finger?tentacle? settle around the base of his cock, not so much squeezing as holding a steady pressure.
The pressure releases and he nips at his jaw at the same time as one of the intrusions inside of him seems to thicken and start pressing more insistently against that spot, the other two sliding around and flicking almost like a tongue deep inside.
And John gives a squeeze around him to hold him in place while he goes off, kissing his neck and jaw as his hand and the tentacles inside him work him through it, careful not to overstimulate while he wrings every ounce of pleasure he can from him.
He settles into a steady, lulling motion as he pampers Oscar, lavishing him with kisses and squeezes.
"All right." Then, like he's agreeing- "All right."
Which is when there's a fourth 'finger', taking advantage of how wrung out he is, how relaxed, to stretch him a little further until he draws himself out a little and there's something thicker pressing at the rim.
"Tell me if it's too much. If it doesn't feel good."
Which is when he'll start drawing Oscar down onto his cock.
Oscar shivers and he rumbles in deep satisfaction, nothing quite like being inside of someone, connected and entwined so physically. He lets Oscar get his breath, enjoys the moment for what it is, and then he'll get back to it.
He puts both his hands to work playing with Oscar's nipples in time to the rock of his hips, moving in deep, steady thrusts inside of him. He lets his teeth press into Oscar's shoulder, never breaking skin but providing a counterpoint to the pleasure to keep him grounded. The pressure around Oscar's cock is stroking him to the same rhythm, a stray loop settling around his sac to start kneading them as well.
"Beautiful, Oscar," murmured warm against his neck, accented with a kiss. "Do you like it, y'maea? Is it what you hoped it would be?"
It's wonderful to have that connection again. It's good- different and odd, his body uncertain, but knowing John was rumbling and inside of him-
It was so good.
And John was spoiling him rotten with all the attention. His breath was coming in ragged little moans and gasps, and the way his body was being touched, how his hips eagerly flexed he felt...
Wanton might have been the word for it. Especially when he felt the teeth anchor him down. It was so...not what he pictured sex to be.
At the question, he shook his head, needing a moment to get his breath back- or at least his mind.
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He was listening still, taking in what John was saying, thinking that it would be a good idea- somewhere where he and his inmate could rest, where he could make nourishing meals, a safe place to rest- but the nibbling had him softly gasp, and his body throbbed in want.
"More? Oh...yes. Yes, please, John." He swallowed. "I like-I like your ideas. Making a cabin a sanctuary. Perhaps- a private place to worship too. Comfortable bed, privacy...all of it." He rolled his head back.
"Please...show me more John."
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In between the kisses, he'll start giving little nibbles, run his teeth lightly against the skin. Suck a little before kissing the spot sweetly. Oscar has a high collar, after all. And John wouldn't dream of leaving a visible spot.
Without permission, anyway.
His voice stays warm and low in between the kisses, the touches never pausing.
"You could have a little altar, if you like. Or a meditation room. A comfortable bed... yes, that would be good. Make sure you're rested. At your best."
Another few kisses.
"You're beautiful like this, Oscar. May I touch your ass? I want to show you something. Something that feels very good. It may feel odd at first, and if you don't like it, we can stop. But it's a sensation like nothing else and I want you to feel it and see if you like it. Is that all right?"
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John taking the lead, was all warm summer afternoons, a slow stretch that eased all aches, a touch of unexpected heat. Thank goodness for the high collar. He was going to be all over love bites when John was done.
"To...to be fair John...it's...all of it is a new sensation to me. Even the stroking."
Which was very good. He opened one eye, peering up at John. "So yes. Please. Show me?"
It would be his ass but...John wouldn't do anything to hurt him. He knew that.
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Best to see if he even likes the sensation before he goes slipping any fingers inside.
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The ball handling had him squirm happily, easily, before he felt the pressure. Oscar arched up a bit, an odd noise emerging from his throat before settling back down.
"Oh." His eyes opened. "That- that is different."
It wasn't bad at all. Just new, and soon he was squirming happily under John's hands. It was so odd but...pleasant.
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"Do you like that? Or would you like more?" He kisses him again. "It would be more intense if I was inside of you. There's also a feeling of... fullness. Do you think you'd like that? Or is this good?"
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And he felt himself twitch at the idea of John inside him. Filling him up like he did with his femme form, making him come-
He bowed his head.
"I want to try it. I've...I thought, when I decided to ask it would be...you, having me. Like this. Or you riding me, relentless on the couch." He laughed, embarrassed. "A bit much, I suppose."
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"Not at all," he says, still stroking, still pressing. "I like that idea very much. And I definitely would like to."
A soft kiss to the underside of his jaw.
"But there's a little extra preparation between two men. And the warm water and the oil help considerably. This is a good place for trying that."
He kisses him again, nuzzling afterwards, even as his fingers slip back and down, shifting what is definitely his cock to one side as he finds the hole there and starts to gently coax his finger through the tight ring of muscle.
"But you're going to look so lovely, I think, filled with my cock." He nuzzles at Oscar's throat, starts nibbling. "I can see it in my mind already, so gorgeous, taking every inch of me inside of your body, the both of us entwined in a whole new way." He'll start sliding in with his finger, starts stretching him just a little with some of the oil as he begins to try and get a second finger in.
"May I use my tentacles to hold you, Oscar? They would never hurt you. And it will help this go smoother and give you more support."
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Oscar gasped, and arched forward, his hand grabbing at John's leg under the water for balance.
"You mean...that was your cock? I thought that was your tentacle. It felt massive."
Which was a compliment, from his squirming. He nodded though, glancing back. "Y-yes, please use them. I don't want to fall off."
Not that there'd be damage, bit he didn't want to stop.
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"Everything feels large there," he says fondly, "and there, can you feel it? Wrapped all around you. No falling off for you."
It probably won't be very easy to tell if that's John's fingers or the tips of a tentacle as a second shape presses in, smooth as silk. And as both of them start stroking him open with the slick water and oil. He hasn't paused any of the rest of it, after all. Including the kisses and the nibbles.
But still. Slow. Gentle. Overwhelming in a different way.
"I've got you, Oscar. Beloved. You don't have to worry about anything."
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It didn't matter though. Oscar could hear soft noises emerging from his throat, and was squirming, flushed and felt himself gently overwhelmed.
As if he was slowly sinking into the bathwater.
"Yes...yes." He moaned, swallowing and tilting his head back. "You're...yes."
It was so wonderful to be wanted and given such pleasure.
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Stretching him, slicking him- John's cock is against his thigh and one of the intrusions brushes against the spot from the inside now, though it's clearly not the focus. He nuzzles Oscar's jaw sweetly, savoring all of it. This, after all, is another offering of sorts, one he accepts gladly. Joyfully.
With a third press inside, as Oscar's relaxed open far enough.
"I'm glad you wanted this with me. And I'm honored you trust me with showing it to you." He nibbles at the shell of his ear, voice languid and warm. "You don't need to hold yourself back while we're doing this. You can release more than once, and it's much more intense." A nuzzle. "Or I can help you hold off that release, if you find you want that. Everyone's a little different. They all enjoy things differently."
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He could feel himself panting, and shuddering, feeling him press in, little by little. Offering himself to John, letting himself take him, pleasure them both.
He was learning so much with this bath.
"This...oh. Oh, my word." His breath came out in a shudder. "I don't think I can hold myself back. John I-"
He felt a little embarrassed, as he drew his mouth from the water to press against his mouth, fingers sprayed out. "I-I think I'm already on the verge of losing it already."
He was all worked up, and John had been offering so many touches. So much joy. No holding back now.
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He exhaled shakily, swallowing. "I want to...release for you."
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He came, grabbing at John as it happened.
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Before he starts working towards the next.
"More, Oscar?"
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But he nods at the question.
"Yes John. Please."
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"All right." Then, like he's agreeing- "All right."
Which is when there's a fourth 'finger', taking advantage of how wrung out he is, how relaxed, to stretch him a little further until he draws himself out a little and there's something thicker pressing at the rim.
"Tell me if it's too much. If it doesn't feel good."
Which is when he'll start drawing Oscar down onto his cock.
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He felt warm, relaxed, the queer feeling of being stretched turning into a pleasant background noise.
"Yes." He squeezed his arm, letting go, and exhaled, long and slow as he felt himself sink down on John's cock.
He said nothing; instead he groaned, shivering as he sank down onto John's cock.
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He puts both his hands to work playing with Oscar's nipples in time to the rock of his hips, moving in deep, steady thrusts inside of him. He lets his teeth press into Oscar's shoulder, never breaking skin but providing a counterpoint to the pleasure to keep him grounded. The pressure around Oscar's cock is stroking him to the same rhythm, a stray loop settling around his sac to start kneading them as well.
"Beautiful, Oscar," murmured warm against his neck, accented with a kiss. "Do you like it, y'maea? Is it what you hoped it would be?"
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It was so good.
And John was spoiling him rotten with all the attention. His breath was coming in ragged little moans and gasps, and the way his body was being touched, how his hips eagerly flexed he felt...
Wanton might have been the word for it. Especially when he felt the teeth anchor him down. It was so...not what he pictured sex to be.
At the question, he shook his head, needing a moment to get his breath back- or at least his mind.
"No. It's so much better sweetheart."
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"You are... so lovely, Oscar. So sweet." A soft chuckle. "I'll stop asking questions. You just... enjoy. Feel every moment."
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"You're just being sweet and attentive John. Like always." His smile when he looked back was warm, soft, his eyes hazy from sex.
"I plan on making a right mess. I hope you enjoy." And he gave him a little kiss on the nose.
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