Chapter Ten
Spiro
Three days passed, filled with cooking, puzzles, TV, and cuddles.
The last one usually ended with mutual orgasms, and neither of us complained about that.
We did it on the couch, on the rug in front of the fireplace, and in the kitchen, but we hadn’t yet made it to the bedroom.
As much as I wanted to cuddle my kitten, I wasn’t sure if sleeping together would be a good idea.
I was reluctant to create new habits that might be hard to break at the end of the month.
Who was I kidding? This little ball of energy was making his way under my skin, and I had to protect my heart at all costs.
I looked through my food supplies in the kitchen and was happy to find that I could make a special dish for Kaos that wouldn’t irritate his stomach or cause him to break out in hives. Thankfully, now I had a full list of his allergies.
His room was empty, and the house was eerily quiet. Did he eat something he shouldn’t have and collapsed?
Worried, I checked every corner of the place until I heard a rhythmic noise coming from the basement. Following the sound, I found Kaos perched on a folding chair in front of a working washing machine.
He had an open book on his lap and was bobbing his head. Noticing the earpods, I approached him slowly so as not to startle him.
I stood at his side and touched his arm with my tentacle. An involuntary zap of electricity travelled from me to him, and I stepped back.
Kaos sprang up from the seat, sending the book flying in the air, toppling over the chair, and falling backwards. I caught him and cradled him to my chest.
His eyes were blown wide, and he was hyperventilating, but the moment he realized I was holding him, his stiff body relaxed into my embrace.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
He pulled the earpods out and smacked me in the arm. “You scared the shit out of me. And electrocuted me too. What was that? It’s not the first time I felt a sweater-out of-the-dryer static from you, but this was more intense.” His words were an avalanche, deadly, and with no sign of stopping.
Guilt curled in my gut. “Normally I can control the electric energy in my tentacles, but with you it’s more difficult. I’ll be more careful.”
“I don’t mind the feeling. It’s nice. But unexpected. And I’m quite jumpy if you haven’t noticed.” He gave me an adorable look of exasperation.
“So it’s not your reaction to me?”
“No.” He pursed his lips, thinking. “I’m much less startled around you than normal, actually. I’ve been pranked so many times that I guess it’s a reflex.”
“Anyone in particular I need to have stern words with?”
He searched my face and frowned. “You sound like you mean it.”
“Maybe I do.” I so fucking did.
“Silly tentacle Daddy.” He wiggled from my grasp to the floor, righted the chair, and planted his ass on it.
“What are you doing here?” I picked up the book that had landed on a garment rack in the middle of the room and handed it to him. I wasn’t sure what I’d been expecting him to be reading, but “A Guide to Running a Small Business” had not been it.
“The pile of dirty clothes on my bathroom floor was getting too high for my liking. So I scooped it all into a trash bag from the kitchen and found this place.” He gestured to the red washing machine and the dryer next to it.
“But why are you sitting here? You don’t have to watch it spin.”
“Oh, I know. I’m used to using pay machines to do laundry, so I brought a book along.
As far as basements go, this one is like a decent apartment in San Fran.
Look at the wooden floors, the top-notch amenities.
I don’t mind waiting here.” He wiggled his toes, drawing my attention to his eggplant-patterned socks.
“Are you offering something better for me to do?”
“You can watch me…” I curled a tentacle under his chin, “...cook.”
“I like watching you do all sorts of things.” He slid his hand under my T-shirt, sending ripples of arousal through me.
“Especially when you do them to me.” He paused, tilted his head and tapped the image on my T-shirt.
“I like Swimming in the Sharks too, but you have an insane amount of their T-shirts. Are they your favorite band?”
“Well, yes.” I caught his hand and brought it to my lips, inhaling his natural scent. “But I get the T-shirts for free since my brother is in the band.”
Kaos sat up, and his ears stood at attention. “What?”
Clearing my throat, I braced for being in my brother’s shadow yet again. “Nereus is my brother.”
“Holy shit, that’s awesome!” Kaos clapped his hands. “I’ve watched every single interview of them I could find. They sound like they’d be so cool to hang out with. Is your brother loving the concerts and the fame?”
Kaos could have asked for free tickets or merch. Instead, he inquired about my brother’s wellbeing. His heart was too big for his chest. “Oh yeah. His dreams have come true, and he’s madly in love with the Shark Man.”
“Aww, I’m so happy for them. I saw the band live three years ago, but not since then. Maybe one day.” He took one of my tentacles and wrapped it around his neck like a scarf. “Are you close with your brothers?”
“As close as we can be considering we all live far away from each other. I just called Ner actually, and I spoke with Marin last night.” I sent the tentacle up his neck to pet his ear. “How do you get along with yours?”
He leaned into my touch. “Not really. They’re all busy with their lives. I talk to my best friend every day, though. He’s like a twin brother to me, I swear. He’s also an influencer, but he’s fantastic at what he does. His makeup tutorials are peak.”
“You’re great at what you do as well.”
“Oh yeah? You’re just saying that to get into my pants.”
I glanced pointedly down where he was playing with the waistband of my boxers. “Yes, that’s clearly my plan.”
He traced the imprint of my upper cock with his fingertips, then knelt on the floor. “Sounds solid to me.”
Even a sliver of attention from Kaos got me hard in seconds, but having his hooded gaze focused on me meant I was ready to fuck him then and there.
I shed my T-shirt and stroked his unruly hair.
It was so soft I could pet him for hours, lazily playing with the strands and his fluffy ears. Maybe I’d get a chance to do that.
Kaos pulled my boxers down, letting my cocks spring up. His delicate fingers scorched my skin with fire as he danced them up my thighs and to my groin. He licked his lips, then the tip of my upper dick, and wrapped his hand around the bottom one.
I released a shuddered breath, standing still while my body filled with heat like it did whenever Kaos touched me.
His gorgeous green eyes gleamed with lust, mirroring my own.
Gently, as if he knew I was on the verge of bending him over and taking him way too rough for his small frame, Kaos sucked the tapered head of my penis.
The different shape had given my previous lovers a pause once they’d gotten past the fact that I had two dicks in the first place.
But not Kaos. He didn’t question how my body was built; he didn’t hesitate in touching and licking.
His exploratory movements and eagerness pushed me to the brink way too quickly. I cupped his face in my hands and pulled him off with a sloppy sound.
He licked his lips and looked up at me. “Will you fuck me now? Please.”
I lifted the bottom of his hoodie to reveal his cock, hard and ready for me, hiding behind the cotton of his boxer briefs. “Oh I’ll fill you up. But first I want you begging on your knees.” Sending a mild electric current through my lower right tentacle, I zapped him in the thigh.
He moaned, and his dick twitched, wetting the fabric with pre-cum. “Yes, Chef!”
“So what do you say?” I kept my voice steady, but inside I was falling apart for this man. My upper tentacle climbed up his chest and rested gently around his throat.
“Will you fuck me, please?” He swallowed so hard I could feel his Adam’s apple moving under my grip. “With your tentacles, your cocks, or both at once. Please, fill me up.”
“I’ve been dreaming of fucking you, but I don’t want to hurt you.” Every night since I’d let him into the house, my dreams had been full of Kaos, his laughter, his touch, his neediness to be pleasured…by me.
Kaos tapped his chin and pulled off a flirty look. “One dick will fit. For more, I’d need stretching. But I dated a Minotaur once, so it should be doable.” He grinned. “It was an experience.”
“My eager kitten.”
“I like that I’m yours,” he whispered.
A sense of rightness and dread filled me simultaneously. “For a few weeks, you are.”
“Good.” He purred, wiggling his tail that was peeking out from under his oversized black hoodie. It had the name of my brother’s band and artwork made by my other brother on it.
I picked him up, sat him on the working washing machine, and caressed his thighs.
I’d never found any activity to be more important and more fascinating than cooking, but pleasuring Kaos had become my favorite in record time.
I could spend hours playing with his body, wringing beautiful sounds out of him.
Capturing his lips, I sent my tentacles under his hoodie, teasing his nipples and splaying on the smooth skin of his back.
He moaned into my mouth, and I drank the sound like it was a nectar that could keep me alive forever.
If all that time could be spent with Kaos willingly splayed under me, I’d never have a care in the world.
Kaos wiggled his ass impatiently.
I laid him on his back and slid his simple black boxer briefs down his legs. The contrast between his all-black wardrobe and his colorful socks was not lost on me. The hair on his thighs rose to my fingers as I traced the edge of his thigh-highs, this time with an eggplant pattern. Cheeky kitten.