Chapter Seven
Spiro
My breath trembled on an exhale with the anticipation of Kaos’s next move.
As much as his fumbling and falling was distinctive to him, what he did and said kept surprising me at every turn.
Now, he was biting his lip as if he wanted to lick each sucker on my tentacles, but rocked on his heels as if he were ready to bolt and never look back.
His expression remained serious when he used my tentacle like a rope to pull himself closer to me, taking step by slow step. He stopped a foot from the tub and tilted his head, looking at my cocks, one flaccid and resting on my abdomen, the other pointing up.
He glanced around, grabbed a thick white towel from the counter, and placed it on the floor. Without a word, he knelt on it and traced a finger in the water.
“It’s too cold for me to get in, but I want to stroke your cock. One of them…” He looked at me and rolled his eyes. “Not as a payment or anything. I’ve never had a tentacled lover, and this,” he pointed to my groin, “is quite fascinating.”
“Ah, curiosity killed the cat.” I’d fallen prey to tentacle chasers before, but Kaos’s interest rang pure.
“Not yet. Nine lives and all that.” His smirk was wickedly adorable.
I snorted. “You’re welcome to touch anywhere you want.”
His eyes lit up as if I’d given him a great gift. Making circles on the surface of the water with his right hand, he inched to my chest, and danced his fingers down my abs to my spent dick. He touched the head of it, and it elongated.
“Does it behave like a tentacle?” He observed with openmouthed wonder.
“Not entirely. I can slim and thicken the tentacles. My cocks can only grow longer or shorter. During the day, I keep them small—to about seven inches for convenience.”
“Easier to walk?” He was so focused on my body that he wasn’t meeting my gaze.
“Exactly.”
“Do you have to come twice every time?” Not a trace of shyness existed in his tone, and I loved that about him.
“If both of my cocks are stimulated, I can come at the same time.”
Kaos traced my abs up and down with a feathery touch. “Is it more intense?”
“Yes. But I get to experience it two times if it’s a separate ordeal.”
“Like if I jerked you off now?” He wrapped his slim fingers around the dick that was still hard and pointing up.
I sucked air through my teeth. The coldness of his hand didn’t bother me. It was the certainty in his grip that sparked a jolt of arousal straight to my groin.
He ran his thumb over the slit of my cock, spreading precum, then began to stroke. His soft skin contrasted with his firm grasp, sending heat through my dick, abdomen and spine. With that skill, he threatened to get me off in an embarrassingly short time.
Kaos wasn’t hiding his experience, but rather embracing it and using it to sate his curiosity.
Playing coy wouldn’t suit him, anyway—he was a kitten with claws, and he was digging them under my skin at a quick and steady pace.
It had been less than two days and I wanted to fuck him senseless and ask him to sleep on my lap again in equal measure.
I sent one tentacle to dive under his hoodie and caress his back, and another to explore his exposed thighs.
He met my gaze for the first time since he’d touched me, then dunked his left hand between my spread legs. “Is that okay?” His fingers found my pucker and circled it.
“Yes.” My breathless reply sounded nothing like me, but was the sincerest agreement I’d ever uttered. What was he doing to me?
Kaos added pressure on my entrance and squeezed my dick harder, speeding his movements. The jerking sounds echoed in the tiled bathroom as he worked me with feral excitement.
“So hot.” Kaos’s ears stood at attention while his tail was swaying behind him in the same rhythm as his hands. “With two cocks, you could come in my mouth with one and in my ass with the other.” The whispered words on the lips of the cutest kitten sent me over the edge.
My loud groans filled the bathroom as my orgasm hit me with ferocity. I gripped the edges of the tub and let my cum shoot into the air.
“Kaos, my Kitten. Fuck. So good.”
He continued stroking through my shudders, and my tentacles wiggled like possessed.
Kaos watched with a triumphant smile as I splattered white all over my body and his fingers.
Then he inspected his hand, adorned with splotches of my release. I was expecting him to dunk it in the water, but he licked instead. His tongue darted over my cum as if it were spilled vanilla sauce.
“It’s sweet like a creamer.” He smacked his lips and nodded in approval. “Did you like the taste of mine too?”
“What?” I straightened up, then slid down with a squeak of my skin against the tub.
“You licked your tentacle after you got me off. I saw it.” He sat back on his legs curled under him.
I hadn’t planned on him seeing that. Not everyone appreciates my curiosity with tastes. Of course, Mr Thousand Questions would. “I did.” And I’d love to taste more of it.
“And?”
“It would make a great dessert I could have with every dinner.” I lifted his chin up with my tentacle. “Will you give me more?”
Kaos nodded. “You’d have to take it yourself.”
“Cheeky kitten.” Chuckling, I rinsed myself off, stepped out onto the tiles, and let the water drain.
Kaos was still kneeling in front of the tub, watching me with his head tilted to the side. “You have a scar on your hip. What happened?”
On instinct, I touched the spot on my left side where the skin was thicker but smoother to the touch. “It was a shark.”
“What?” His tail stopped wagging and wrapped around his waist.
“It sounds worse than it was.”
“I doubt that. Tell me.” His expression was not of fascination, but rather of worry.
I lifted him up in my tentacles and sat him on the counter next to the sink. He’d get cold on that floor.
“Well?” He crossed his arms.
It wasn’t a secret, or any embarrassing fact about me, but I haven’t shared that story often. No one had ever been so adamant to know.
“I travelled in the ocean, got lost, and ended up in an area I shouldn’t have. This shark dude and his friends didn’t like my trespassing, so I came out of it with a souvenir.”
He reached out toward my hip but backed away, as if he were afraid it would hurt. “Where were you going? Were you underwater for long?”
I took his slim fingers and put them on my gills on the side of my neck. His delicate touch was so comforting that I put his other hand on the other set of gills.
“I can be in deep waters for several days at a time without emerging. After that, I need oxygen from a bottle or go to the surface for a few hours. That day, I was visiting my grandma, who lives in one of the ocean’s bigger cities and rarely comes up to dry land.
” I had been incredibly fucking scared during that swim—I’d dove so deep that the ocean became a vast chasm of darkness.
“That’s so cool. You must be really close with her to travel that far to meet.” Kaos gently traced my gills and observed them move with wonder in his gaze.
“Yeah. She gave me this bracelet then.” I touched the silver hoop with a topaz embedded in it. “I was about sixteen, and it was my first solo trip to the underwater city.” Grandma had been so proud of me and called for the best doctors to patch me up.
“It’s beautiful, but I hate that you got hurt.
” Kaos pulled me by the lower tentacle into a hug, wrapping his arms around my waist. His snarky attitude was a front.
He was protecting himself. I understood that more than he would ever know.
It was my mission now to keep my walls up.
I couldn’t let Kaos in only for us to part so soon.
I stroked his unruly locks and kissed the shell of his left ear, right above the three hoop piercings embedded there.
“I’m fine now.”
Kaos leaned back and grinned. “Oh, you are very fiiine.” He kicked his feet playfully, flashing his thigh-high socks. “And I like that you’re not covering yourself up.”
“You’ve already seen everything anyway.” I stepped between his parted legs. “And I really hate the constraints of clothes.”
“I get that. I like my skinny jeans, but they’re too uncomfortable to wear at home.” Even sitting on the counter, he had to look up to meet my gaze.
The urge to kiss him was strong.
“Understandable. I hope you don’t mind my wearing only boxers. Since my body temperature changes to match the outside, I don’t need much else. So be comfy. This is your home for the next—” I paused and contemplated asking him if he’d made his decision about staying. “However long you want.”
I made a point of not touching him when I said that. He needed to know I was offering him a place, not luring him to stay so we could pleasure each other. Although two things could be true at once in that instance.
He was eyeing my neck as if he wanted to lick it. Or bite it? “Thanks. Can I help you cook next time?”
Recalling how he unleashed carnage when making a drink, I hesitated. What was the worst that could happen?
“Sure. I was planning on baking a cake today.”
His smile fell. “Okay.”
“What’s wrong? I can substitute cow’s milk.”
“I can’t have gluten either,” he said in a small voice, looking at his feet.
“Excellent. I like experimenting with recipes, and I have enough ingredients to work around that, including gluten-free flour.” I lifted his head with a tentacle under his chin.
His beautiful green eyes had appeared in my dreams, and the way he looked at me filled my stomach with butterflies. It was impossible for someone to have such a strong grip on my emotions within two days of meeting. Yet here we were.
“Can we do it now?” He hopped off the counter.
“Yup.”
I grabbed a fresh pair of boxers and pulled them on while balancing myself on my tentacles, then followed the ball of energy that headed to the kitchen. I glanced at my Swimming with the Sharks T-shirt, but decided I liked the way Kaos looked at my chest too much to cover it up.