Chapter Four
Torin found Jonah hunched over his phone the next day. Jonah had spoken to Ez in the morning and had posted a first look of the new toys – well, just the case the whole collection had come in – soon after that.
The comments had come in thick and fast. He didn’t notice Torin was there until a cool hand slid over the back of his neck, massaging out the tension.
“Everything okay?”
Jonah blinked up at him. “Uh… yeah.” He smiled. “Sorry. Yeah, it’s good.”
Torin smiled back, glancing at the phone. “Looks like it’s going well.”
Jonah hummed. He was sitting on the bed and when Torin sat beside him, he leaned against him.
Rafe had stayed over in the end, after making Jonah cum again and then feeding him before he’d fallen asleep.
Jonah hadn’t minded; he’d liked waking up next to him, Rafe’s arm possessively tight around his waist.
“What’s the plan for today?”
Jonah sighed. “I have to do some editing.” He turned his head, breathing in Torin’s scent. “I really have to work. I should go and do it at home.”
“Can you access it all here?” Torin asked.
“Yeah.” Ez had supplied him with a computer, too, unobtrusively placed in the corner of the room. Jonah had uploaded all his footage already; he’d wanted it in place in case Ez wanted to see anything.
“Then why not just get on with it?”
Jonah lifted his head. Torin looked placidly back at him, though his gaze heated when Jonah’s eyes dropped to his lips. “Because I keep getting distracted.”
Torin huffed out a laugh. Long fingers reached inside Jonah’s collar, brushing over the bite mark Rafe had left on his skin. “And that doesn’t happen at home?”
Jonah pulled a face. Torin laughed again, properly this time, and the sound sent a bolt of lust shooting to Jonah’s cock.
“I’ll keep them all out for you,” Torin said. “Okay? What time do you want to finish?”
Jonah frowned. “I usually just keep going until it’s done.”
“I’ll come get you at six,” Torin said. “You’ll need a break. Ez doesn’t want you working yourself too hard.”
“Torin…”
“Jonah,” Torin replied, and his tone was firm. “Just a short break, okay? If you want to go home after that and work on it all night, I’m not going to stop you.”
“Fine.”
Torin grinned and leaned in. Their lips brushed together, the kiss frustratingly light, and Jonah couldn’t help the way he chased Torin’s mouth as he pulled back.
“Get to work now.”
***
It took him a minute to get into it, but once Jonah was in the flow of editing, he knew there was basically nothing that could distract him.
He worked on the short promo videos of each of the toys first – just short shots that showed them off – before moving on to the more in-depth ones, where he explained each feature.
The ones he’d shot getting himself off were ones he’d work on at home. He didn’t mind the others all seeing them, but he wanted them to wait until he was done.
So lost in his work, Jonah didn’t notice the time. He didn’t notice anything, in fact, until he felt something slide into his jogging bottoms, curling around his thigh. Jonah frowned, but as he looked down, it slid alongside his cock, and he jerked in surprise.
Torin chuckled from behind him. “I’ve been saying your name for the last few minutes.”
Jonah took off his headphones, setting them aside. The tentacle in his jogging bottoms rubbed up against his cock, another sliding up under his shirt to skim over his ribs. Jonah rolled his head back.
“Torin…”
“Yes?”
“I thought I was taking a break.”
“I didn’t say it would be restful,” Torin said lowly. He pressed a kiss to Jonah’s temple. “Although, you don’t have to do anything at all if you don’t want to. I’m more than happy to do the work.”
Jonah turned his head. He pulled Torin down for another kiss, this one deeper, greedier. One of the suckers on the tentacle roaming over his chest caught a nipple, and Jonah groaned into Torin’s mouth.
“Pretty little slut,” Torin said. He nipped Jonah’s lower lip. “Spread your legs for me.”
Jonah did as he was told. Another tentacle slid under his waistband.
One was loosely wrapped around his cock, which was beginning to stiffen, but this one went lower, probing at his entrance.
Jonah whined. It was smooth and slick and pushed inside easily, filling him with a pulsating, writhing length.
“Torin, I – Fuck.”
Torin bit down Jonah’s throat. The tentacle on Jonah’s chest teased both his nipples, sucking them hard, and he twisted under the combined touch of the three of them.
“I think I’ll make you cum like this,” Torin said. “You look so desperate, even though I know how much cock you’ve had this week.”
Jonah whined. The tentacle inside him pressed against his prostate. “Ungh, fuck…”
“That’s a good boy. Let me hear you. Fuck, that’s hot.”
“Wha – What is?”
Torin chuckled. He sucked a mark next to Rafe’s bite mark. “How much you love monster cock,” he said. “Bet you’d take all of us and still beg for more.”
Jonah’s face flushed. Yeah, probably, but he wasn’t about to admit it. Well not unless—
The tentacle around Jonah’s cock squeezed hard, the end flicking against his tip. Jonah keened, hips arching even as the tentacle inside him pushed deeper, feeling thicker. Torin’s hand landed on Jonah’s throat, squeezing just a little.
“Tell me. Tell me exactly what you want.”
His voice was low but still melodic, and Jonah couldn’t fight the music of it. “Torin, I – Yes, fuck, I want it all, want all of you.” He was breathing hard. “Want you to line up and take me one after the other. Wanna watch you with each other, too.”
Torin sucked on his earlobe.
“Want you all to keep me full, use me, fuck…”
The tentacle around Jonah’s cock moved faster, squeezing and loosening in a way that had Jonah gasping out his breaths. He cried out when the other pressed against his prostate again, when his nipples were sucked almost to the point of pain…
“Gonna keep you forever, Jonah,” Torin murmured in his ear. He pressed his thumb against Jonah’s mouth and Jonah opened for him, sucking on the digit eagerly. “Gonna stretch you and fill you and breed you—”
Jonah cried out. Pleasure shuddered through him, and the tentacle around his cock tightened as he stiffened and came in his jogging bottoms.
When he opened his eyes, Torin was running his hands through Jonah’s hair, the tentacles all gone. Jonah stood on faintly trembling legs, turning for a kiss.
“C’mon,” Torin said, and though his smile was soft, there was a dark edge in his eyes. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
There was a bathroom attached to the room Jonah had been given, but Torin led Jonah out of there and to his own room, where the tub – well, pool, Jonah supposed – was already full. Jonah leaned against Torin as Torin stripped him, then ushered him over to the edge.
“Get in.”
Jonah did as he was told. The warm water relaxed his muscles, and it was only a few seconds before Torin joined him, turning Jonah in his arms until they were face to face. They kissed leisurely, legs tangling below the surface of the water.
“I’m glad I answered Ez’s email,” Jonah said as they parted, and Torin laughed.
“So am I,” he said. “And the rest of them.”
Jonah nodded. He kissed Torin’s neck, and when that made him shiver, he kissed a little lower, lips trailing down to Torin’s shoulder.
“Nice and slow this time,” Torin murmured, and Jonah felt a tentacle nudge at his entrance.
He all but crawled into Torin’s arms, pushing him back against the edge of the pool before a tentacle wrapped around each of his legs, holding him in place.
His cock pressed against Torin’s stomach.
Jonah groaned when more tentacles tightened around his arms, his middle, and Torin took Jonah’s face in his hands to kiss him soundly again.
“Slow,” he said, and all the tentacles undulated as one. Whatever sound Jonah had been about to make caught in his throat, pleasure rippling through him like a wave.
“That’s it.” Torin kissed Jonah’s temple. “There’s no rush. Let it come to you.”
Jonah sucked in ragged breaths. He was weightless, the tentacles keeping him up in the water, keeping him pressed against Torin. He couldn’t move to get himself off even as he hardened; the tentacles had him immobilised, spread just how Torin wanted him.
And he wanted to go slowly.
“Open your mouth,” Torin murmured. Jonah didn’t know how much time had passed since his eyes had fallen shut. The tentacles moved softly over his skin, inside him, and he knew there were two in him now, but there was no pain, only gentle, perfect pressure.
He opened his mouth obediently, breathing deeply through his nose as a tentacle pushed its way inside. When he sucked, Torin groaned, lips pressing against the side of Jonah’s neck.
“Could keep you like this forever,” he murmured. Jonah didn’t know if he was talking to himself, but he didn’t seem to need an answer, so he focused on the tentacle in his mouth, sucking gently just to feel it roil against his tongue.
“We could keep each other on the edge for hours,” Torin whispered.
Whatever siren song was in him, it reached out now, fuelling the flames in Jonah’s belly and making his cock jerk between them.
“It wouldn’t be a rush. I could tip you over the edge over and over again, but so softly, Jonah.
It’d be too much and not enough. You’d let me. ”
He was certain – and Jonah couldn’t begrudge him that. He would agree to it, would want it. Already, Jonah could imagine a lazy day of it, of being spread out on a bed or in this pool, Torin filling him and touching him and making him cum over and over again in a way that was never quite too much.
Jonah whimpered. The tentacles on his hips tightened and Torin’s breath was hot on his ear.
“More?” he asked.
Jonah nodded.
The tentacle in his mouth pushed deeper as the ones in his arse did. They pressed against his prostate and retreated, darting flicks that made Jonah’s heart race. He began to shake, cock throbbing where it was pressed between them.
Torin didn’t reach for it.
Instead, his fingers traced a pattern down Jonah’s spine, tentacles sliding over Jonah’s skin almost like he was agitated. Jonah moaned. He wanted Torin to cum, too, wanted him to drench him with it.
Water splashed over the edge of the pool as Torin moved more, rocking them back and forth. Jonah mewled and shook, and the tentacles tightened, sucking at his skin, sliding over him, around him, into him—
One slid over his slit, then again, and Jonah’s groan was muffled by the tentacle in his mouth. The ones in his arse swelled. Torin’s breath was harsh in his ear. Jonah dug his fingers into Torin’s shoulders. Fuck, he was going to – He was—
“Show me,” Torin said, commanded, and Jonah didn’t make a sound as he came. His cock jerked, jet after jet of cum shooting into the water.
The tentacles all quivered as one and Jonah sucked hard on the one in his mouth. Torin let out a harsh breath, bit off a curse, and Jonah swallowed when cum spurted down his throat. He felt it in his arse too, he was sure, as well as over his skin above and below the water.
Torin withdrew the tentacle from Jonah’s mouth but kept the others where they were as they floated for a while. Jonah nudged his jaw, kissing the underside of his chin.
“I’ll stay here tonight,” he said. His voice came out rough, and all the tentacles still holding him in place twitched as one.
Torin’s voice was deceptively light. “Alright,” he replied.