Chapter Five
Spiro
Who would have thought a show about a serial killer could be so entertaining?
Dexter certainly wasn’t as dark as I’d expected.
I got sucked in, but didn’t fail to notice when Kaos climbed the backrest of the couch and rested there.
Soon his breathing evened, and the thump of his tail stopped.
Daring a glance, I watched as air left his slightly parted lips, his unruly red waves fell over his forehead, and his lashes spread over his pale, freckled cheeks.
The peaceful look was a stark contrast to the Tasmanian Devil energy he had when he was awake.
He was such a natural brat; he was asking for a spanking, but when asleep he looked angelic.
I reached out and grazed his soft hair. Was his tail just as silky?
He wiggled his nose and stirred. Losing balance, he slid back. With no second to spare, I leapt after him and sent out my tentacles to catch him, pulling him onto the couch and my lap.
“What are you doing?” He blinked up at me, startled from sleep.
All three of my hearts pounded quicker under the scrutiny of his emerald gaze. Was he mad at me? Even if he were, I was protective of him while he was sharing the roof with me; that was all. And my move had gotten him into my arms again.
I cleared my throat. “You fell asleep and were about to fall to the floor.”
“So you caught me?” He cupped my face in his icy hands, the touch like a shot to my system. A cold, but not unwelcome one.
I nodded. My tentacles wove around and under him, making my physical pull to him clear before I could acknowledge it myself.
He licked his bottom lip while looking at mine, and I took it as a signal I couldn’t ignore. I grazed my lips against his in the most delicate touch, which set my tentacles on fire and made me want to lift him even closer to me, but I held back.
Kaos gasped, then moved his hand to my nape, deepening the kiss.
His moan turned into a purr and it instantly became my favorite sound.
I brushed his tongue with mine, and he reciprocated with enthusiasm, arching his body.
He smelled of blueberries and oranges, a natural fragrance that was as sweet as it was arousing.
Both of my cocks perked to life in my loose shorts, but it was hardly the time to whip them out, no matter how much I wanted to.
We’d just met. It was too fast. Or was it?
After all, I’ve had sex with people on the first date, even hooked up with total strangers.
Kaos purred louder, arching in my hold, grinding against me.
His cock poked my abs as he pulled himself closer to me.
I was ready to answer his wordless plea, so I let my tentacles roam over his body, sliding under his clothes, caressing his back and chest. His incredibly soft skin was cooler than I expected, given the fact he was dressed in jeans, socks, and a hoodie and we had the fireplace on.
Without breaking away from me, he fiddled between us and popped the buttons of his pants open.
While I kept playing with his tongue more desperately with each moment, I wiggled my tentacle between the denim and his groin.
Damn, his pants were tight. But I had a solution to that.
A few tugs later, Kaos was sitting on my lap bare-assed with his jeans at his ankles.
He kicked them all the way off while holding onto my arms and digging his sharp nails in.
Would he break the skin on my back if I fucked him senseless?
I held him by his slender waist with my hands and sent one tentacle to wrap around his cock. He mewled into my mouth; the sound spurring me to act.
Flexing my suckers, I released drops of my natural lubricant and stroked his erection. In the confines of our embrace, I couldn’t see it, but his cock was long, slim, and hard as a rock.
I wanted to taste every inch of his skin.
Thankfully, my tentacles helped me with that.
I opened my senses, and my suckers delivered the sweet, intoxicating scent and taste of the kitten in my arms. A fresh wave of need flowed through me.
I kept my dicks hidden away, but both of them grew hard, ready to elongate, and fill Kaos with my cum.
No. He hadn’t reached for my pants, only invited me to explore the contents of his.
I caressed his thighs with my tentacles while still having a hold on his cock.
I changed my grip on it to rhythmic pulsing.
The high-pitched mewl at the back of Kaos’s throat was a confirmation that he liked what I was doing. He was so responsive, showing so clearly what he wanted and what he enjoyed. I could play with his body for hours without getting bored.
He arched, and his cock twitched in my grasp, coating my tentacle in his cum. Grinding against me, he pushed his fingers through my hair and kissed me like his life depended on it.
Because in some respects, it did.
A dark thought filled my mind, and I pulled back, leaving Kaos dazed and tracing his lips with a finger.
Did he think he had to kiss me, to give me his body? “Kaos, you’re lovely, but—”
“Oh no, are you married? In a relationship? Not everyone wants to marry; I get that. I’m so sorry.” He scrambled away from me to the edge of the couch and wrapped his tail over his bent legs.
“Wait, no. I just—stay still for a second… please.” I reached out with my tentacles, but retracted them when confusion appeared on his face. “You don’t owe me anything, okay? So you don’t have to…pay me.”
“What?” He bristled. “I’m not whoring myself because you fed me. I kissed you, and all because you’re hot as fuck and I’ve been thinking of your tentacles in unspeakable places since the moment you opened the door.”
“Oh.” The eloquence in my reply stunned me, but my brain was still processing his words.
He clapped a hand over his mouth and shook his head, his eyes blown wide. “Forget you heard that,” he said in a muffled tone.
“Can you repeat the part about me being sexy?” I couldn’t keep the smirk off my face. The situation was too precious.
“Shut up! I said hot, not sexy. Arrggghhh!” He pulled on his big ears with both hands. “Where is a black hole to swallow me when I need it?” He wriggled to the very edge of the couch, then slipped off, landing on his back with his banana-patterned socks up in the air.
I winced. It was exactly what I’d saved him from before. A pattern on his left ass cheek caught my eye. Did he have a tattoo?
Kaos jumped to his feet, pulled his big hoodie down to his mid-thighs, and pouted.
I scooted closer, but didn’t stand up to avoid towering over him. Taking his hands in mine gently, I waited for him to withdraw them. He didn’t. “You’re hot as fuck too, Kaos,” I said without an ounce of humor. He needed to know I meant it.
“Am not.” His voice was quiet as he looked away.
I released a long sigh and cupped his face. “Look at me.”
He met my gaze, but he continued pouting. “What now?”
“You’re absolutely gorgeous.”
“You’re just saying that because—” He stomped his foot. “I don’t know.”
“Exactly. I have no reason to lie. It’s hard to keep my tentacles away from you.”
He tilted his head. “You can’t control them?”
“I can. But they crave touching you so badly, and they’re more difficult to hold in check than my hands.”
He eyed my wiggly limbs, blushing profusely. “I can’t leave, but I’m not mad that I have to stay here with you of all people. It didn’t occur to me that you might want my body as payment. I kissed you because it felt right at that moment, and the rest just kind of happened.”
“Thank you for being honest. I don’t ask for anything in return.” I squeezed his hands. “Your affection is welcome, though…whenever you feel like giving it.”
He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing on his long neck. Taking a step toward me, he reached for my tentacle and stroked the suckers there. They automatically contracted, closing over the pad of his finger. A soft smile played on his lips. “I made a fool of myself.”
“Absolutely not true. But I did glimpse something. Do you have a tattoo on your ass?”
He lifted his hoodie to his waist and cocked his hip my way, showing off a red heart-shaped piece of art on his left butt cheek.
“I lost a bet at a party and, as luck would have it, a tattoo artist was present with her machine. So that’s how it happened.
” He released a nervous chuckle. “I thought you were about to throw me out.”
“I promise that you can stay as long as you want until I have to go too.” I wanted to crawl to him and kiss that stupid heart and every other inch of his body, but I stayed put.
“Thanks.” He took me in, splayed on the couch, his cum dripping from my tentacle. “I think I need a minute to process this.” His feet were quiet as he padded to his room, leaving his jeans on the floor next to me.