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Tiger Trap

König x Horangi one-shot

Smut, mentioning of tentacles, jerking off, anal

5,7k+ words

(heavily inspired by the art piece made by @katsudoodles 🧍‍♀️ thank you for the cover bae! Check out the full pic on Twitter)

Tiger Trap pt.2

As the wrath fills you up to a point the red hue saturates your eyes - you know you've had enough, as well as when the tolerance in reply to the nagging you've put up this whole time starts to crack slowly but surely.

"Enough, please!" it got to the boiling point, forcing a yelp out of the fed-up person.

Precisely what a soft-spoken, rather timid König dealt with - friendly bullying. Horangi found it amusing how his fearless friend, under the nickname so prideful and valiant, was so sheepish once off duty.

Horangi never wanted to hurt König in any way, but the borders of limits were sometimes crossed regardless, therefore making König pile all the tiny resentments up, one by one. Until the day when König's patience popped like a balloon overfilled with air, came, being especially displeased after an almost failed mission not so long ago. Usually daring soul, known as Horangi, was now scared, even bewildered by the unfolded sight in front of his eyes.

Exactly an hour ago, Horangi dared to make another ridiculous comment about König's habit of wearing a hand-made hood.

All. The. Time.

"What are you hiding?" Horangi's squinted eyes studied the already irked expression projected through König's eyes darting around to omit the pesky eye contact. With his elbows abutted on the table, Horangi leaned even closer to the bothered person sitting on the other side of the same table. Horangi's gaze shifted from the fluttering eyelashes to König's fingers, nervously playing with the handle of the cup in a silent reply to his annoying friend's question.

"Nothing! Just my face," in a mewling, airy-like voice he murmured; the sights never intersected. The imprecise reply did not satisfy the one who asked the question.

"But why? I won't judge if you're ugly," Hongjin's torso stretched out on the table's surface, reaching his arms out to fiddle with the edges of the hood, covering a face he wanted to see so badly. The damned hood in question was actually an old t-shirt, as Horangi once found out by walking into the room where König was changing. Not having his helmet on at the moment, the top of his head with his hair sticking out through the collar of the shirt was exposed to the vision.

"You have hair!" König has hair!" Horangi yelled out all of a sudden, sending the unsheathed individual into a frozen state, still half-naked.

"Shut up!"

Being unsatisfied with the only knowledge of König's hair and eye color - Horangi kept pushing his friend's boundaries, unawarely.

"Just forget about it," once Hongjin was too close to König's liking, forcing him to back away, he stood up to leave the vicinity and hide in his relatively tiny room as he usually did; fleeing in a situation where too much pressure was sensed.

"Why is your room always so.. moist?" you guessed it, Horangi followed after König apologizing for his curiosity. Knowing full well this wasn't the last time, König obviously forgave his friend, as even though he might appear as a dense guy he had an absolutely soft heart, "are you just boiling water here?" peeking inside, Horangi referred to the pot full of water appearing on a portable, two-burner stove set up on top of the ambry in the room belonging to the tall man, who had to duck down every time to enter the room.

"I just like to drink tea at night and don't want to go to the kitchen," blindly believing the excuse, Horangi nodded in reply.

The neatly done bed image was distorted as soon as Horangi appeared on top of it, messing up a blanket that seemed a little too moderate to cover up whole König's body. Nevertheless, Horangi's offers to ask for a bigger room due to the hulking size of the man inhabiting this one - were declined; thus the topic has never been raised ever again.

"What are we playing?" König's hands shuffled the deck of cards, specifically for poker.

Still, the cards were used for any game possible, as Horangi, known as a gambler in the past, probably knew every card game you could think of.

"What is that on your helmet?" coming up with an excuse to get closer to König unsuspiciously, Horangi inspected the helmet on the man's head, whose hand appeared glued to it, looking for what caught Horangi's attention, "wait, let me help you," jumping up from the bed, Horangi hurried to König to lay his hands upon the padded protective helm in hopes to pull it off along with the hood.

"No! I'll do it myself. Tell me what it is," not quite realizing the sly plan, König dropped the cards and pushed the helmet with both his palms down for it to stay in place.

"I literally almost got it. Stay still!" Horangi's hands tried to push König's arms away, despite them fighting back like they had a mind on their own.

"Just tell me what is it?!" grunting from repelling the weight the other man was ramming in reply, König stepped back, wiggling his head to the sides.

Being almost equally as strong as König was, Horangi's hand managed to sneakily elapse past the shield König put up with his forearms to grab the edge of the helmet, and hooking onto it with his fingers dismantled the protective guard revealing the electrified hair ends, messily cut with kitchen scissors. Most likely, the hair was cut by its owner in the bathroom during night-time so that no one could see his face.

"There's something on your hood as well!" almost screeching on top of his lugs, Horangi's eyes sparked with hope to reveal the appearance of his friend, who had tried to conceal it so meticulously this whole time.

"Enough, please!" it got to the boiling point, forcing a yelp out of fed-up person.

Roughly grabbing Horangi by his wrist, König finally let out all the force he was holding back not to hurt his friend. But as soon as it got too ridiculous to handle, the beast was unleashed. With an inhumane growl, the annoyed at the situation man, manhandled his friend back to the bed and, pressing Horangi to it, hovered over him to calm down the agitated man. Not noticing the hood situation, as König's mind was blurred with rage, something slipped past the edge of the covering, penetrating the vision rage involuntarily.

Usually daring soul, known as Horangi, was now scared, even bewildered by the sight in front of his eyes.

"What is that?!" a pair of widened from confusion eyes were examining a.. thing, coming from under the mask. Something that reminded him of an additional body part.

But not human-like. A slender threadlike appendage of a climbing plant, often growing in a spiral form, that stretches out and twines around any suitable support. The fact that it was moving and wasn't of the color that would remind Horangi of grass, it meant this wasn't a plant. Then what was it?

At the same moment, registering the case of his biggest secret being revealed brought some consciousness into his cloudy mind, clearing it up in a second.

"Nothing!" the thing slipped back under the dark-colored, sun-bleached fabric, covering the rest of what was dwelling there.

Fidgeting the wrists out, as the man holding him down seemed to lose guard, Horangi's hand reached out to remove the hood once again and peek under it.

"Don't," mid-way, Horangi's hand was caught in the process, not fulfilling the wish he wanted, "I don't want you to see it," König's voice gradually dropped. The airy melancholy it projected was too obvious not to notice, explaining the reason König always hid behind a piece of fabric. To escape judgment for being different, not human-like. His eyes darted down to omit the eye contact once again, still holding Horangi's hand, but with carefulness now. The white finger marks around Horangi's wrists were already left and evaporating due to the giant forgetting to determine the amount of strength stored in his body and applying more than he intended.

"Let me see, please," by sitting up slowly, Horangi shortened the distance, forcing König to back away and appear on the same bed near him, still cautious. At last, gathering the courage in a fluttering heart, König met Horangi's eyes. Being an expert in reading people's emotions and thoughts through a gaze, he could tell there was no judgment. Absolutely zero fear, but all the curiosity. Fighting back the urge to try to move the mask again, Horangi simply waited for König to compile the guts and demonstrate what has been hidden for eternity. Horangi could only feel the anticipation build up in him, as well as think how tiring it probably was for his friend to go years undercover.

"If you tell anyone, I'll kill you," simultaneously, the hood began to shift in billowy motions, almost like clouds of smoke were about to come down. Instead of expected smoke, numerous weird-looking limbs slowly appeared from under the disguise. A sharp intake of breath followed right after two elongated, flexible flesh-like structures guardedly snaked past the edges of the hood and appeared in sight. Still closely watching Horangi's innocent reaction, excluding any disgust, König revealed two more tendrils. Of pinkish-orange colors, shading into each other and graduating from light to dark tints, tentacles were revealed one by one.

"There's more?" not expecting the number of tentacles slithering out, Horangi's pupils dilated at sight, glancing at König's eyes swiftly.

"No, that's it," the last two tentacles wriggled out, summing up the number of six tentacles in total. All of equal size were sticking out now, presented before Horangi's befuddled eyes.

"Wow.. Can I touch them?" excitedly shifting on the edge of the bed, his hand jerked to where the tentacles were, but Horangi stopped himself just in time to get a consensual answer first, learning from his mistakes in the past. Surprised as to why anyone would find this amusing and want to touch them on top of that, König blank-stared before nodding slowly and hoping for the best.

The fingers, with no hesitation, came in contact with warm, squishy palp that reacted to the touch instantly and wrapped around a long, pale finger, hooking onto it with a tight grasp. Feeling the suction cups attach themselves to the soft skin with a suctorial effect forced a funny feeling in both their stomachs. A quiet groan escaped from behind the tentacles to the touch.

Never in his life has ever König bonded with someone else's skin, except his own, with his additional limbs.

Such an unfamiliar experience for Horangi as well, simply letting the end of the strangely inquiring tentacle explore the surface of his fingers. At that moment, another one has reached out to do exactly the same, spreading Horangi's fingers a little to get in between them, unexpectedly the third tentacle made its way down his palm to caress this part as well, which filled König's previously relaxed eyes with worry, in case Horangi felt disgusted by the action. Jerking them away, his hand covered the tentacles to hold them in place; however, they never stopped curling, almost like they tried to renew their actions, longing for unusual to them sensations.

"What happened?" dumbfounded as to what happened in less than a minute, Horangi murmured in hushed tones.

"Are you not disgusted?" König's eyes full of disbelief and some hint of gloom as he was rocking himself slightly.

"Disgusted?" Horangi repeated tremulously, awe dawned on his face, "dude, this is amazing!" a genuine smile grew slowly as the last words were confessed.

What was Horangi's obsession with König's quirk wasn't clear, also bewildering, leaving König pondering.

"So, can you take the hood off now?" Horangi questioned quietly, not wishing to push any other boundaries.

"No, sorry, I can't because.." there was a second of hesitation, considering whether he should just spill everything or not, before he shook his head negatively, "because I can't."

"Alright," Horangi's fingers tapped the top of his thighs in an apprehensive manner as he chewed on his lower lip, "can I touch them again, please?"

Excluding any other words, König removed his hand to let the tentacles in the freedom again. This time, more eagerly, they merged with Horangi's hand again. Leaving slight smooch-like tingles, tickling the skin underneath the suction cups; some were attaching back onto the hand while others detached. One of the tentacles grazed against the inside part of the wrist, leaving a barely noticeable wet mark.

"What was that?" a curious mumble pulled König out of his own satisfying trance, forcing him to open tired eyes to focus them on the body part Horangi's eyes were locked on as well.

"Oh, um.." suddenly flustered, König stuttered the reply, "it just happens," scared of telling the truth, a weak excuse has been muttered.

Noticing how the tentacles that were attached to the hand, exploring it eagerly yet slowly, earned a darker shade, Horangi squinted his eyes in pry. The previously pinkish tint has become reddened, flecked with dark purple dots, while the orange parts were more imbued, receiving a glossy tinge to it. Intrigued, Horangi's hand was commanded to apply more pressure to the tentacle fondling his palm, therefore making his fingers wrap around it, squeezing the squirming tentacle in the process. Feeling the swollen suction cups with the tip of his thumb, more clear wetness was released, slightly gooey. Meanwhile, the other tentacle wrapped itself around his wrist, like a snake does around its prey, but no ill intentions were there.

Some grunts escaped König's mouth, still covered with a cloth, as his chest grew heavy with hitched breathing. Horangi's thumb rubbed the puffy suction cup more prominently, up and down, forcing the tentacle to wiggle quicker, covering both itself and the hand in a limpid slush. Bubbles started forming, a stream of fluid running down Horangi's thumb and palm.

"Do you like this?" Horangi murmured huskily, he couldn't help but notice how König's eyes flew shut at the sensation. Holding back heavy grunts that vibrated in König's throat, he noddled, before realizing how easily he submitted under the influence.

"I mean," a try to explain himself was made, "I can feel it, but it also feels foreign at the same time," trying to keep his eyes open due to the overwhelming perception of the situation, he justified his reaction. Keeping in secret the fact that his palms were covered in sweat now as he squeezed the fists tightly.

Silently reaching the other hand out, Horangi signaled for König to release other tentacles "for a full experience."

Not even hanging back anymore, the rest of the tentacles wrapped around the other hand securely. Two of the tentacles were wrapped around his wrists but weren't restricting the movements not to scare the man away. Equally as satisfied with the treatment, Horangi's hands, in reply, wrapped themselves around the two tentacles resting in his palms. Grazing against the gummy cups, he slowly stroked the appendages to what König leaned in a bit, clenching his fists again with clamped eyes.

Unknowingly waking up something new, unfamiliar to König, Horangi sped up his movements enough for König to notice and feel the fluster overtake his whole face. The exposed arm muscles appeared cut from stone due to the tension clouding his entire body, forcing a couple of veins on his hands and arms to engorge with blood.

"Wait, stop!" the tentacles holding the wrists in place hardened the grasp, while the other tentacles slipped out of Horangi's grip, with the forced-out fluids dripping down from them.

"Did I hurt you?" Horangi whispered uncertainly, frightened of harming his friend.

"No, but.." König stammered, "they're a little too sensitive and," a pause to gather thoughts before he exhaled defeatedly, "and I feel their sensations too," vaguely embarrassed to confess something like this, König played with his fingers anxiously.

"Their?" Horangi reiterated for clarity, frowning his eyebrows.

"Yeah, tentacles kind of have a mind on their own. So I can control them, but sometimes they control me," by revealing relevant facts for Horangi to comprehend this better, König calmed down, releasing the spongy grip on his friend's wrists. As soon as the tentacles revealed the squeezed part of his body, his gaze inspected the slight reddish marks left after the suction cups latched onto his skin, likewise taking down the prey.

"Can I try something?" making sure König was fine with proceeding further, Horangi's hands snaked to the coiling tendrils, grabbing one softly. The tender nubs, led by the man's hands, annexed to the pale-colored skin on Horangi's neck. With a palm over the tentacle, Horangi pressed onto it for the cups to nurse the pallid flesh. Receiving exactly what he wished to get, Horangi closed his eyes slowly, drowning in the flux of satisfaction, König's confused face expression being the last image visible.

Once the tentacle got the hang of the action again, it sent electrical shivers down König's whole back, forcing him to arch it slightly. Short of breath, König's previous tension vanished into thin air, letting his eyes roll back once the other tentacles did the same thing, doubling the effect. Grazing over the tender skin, the tentacles explored the newly discovered nude area inquiringly.

"Horangi.." König sighed out in a low, throaty beg. With no feedback, König was losing the fight against the cunning limbs, which were clearly taking over his consciousness. The subconsciousness was still there - confused as hell as to why they both enjoy the act.

At some point, getting tired of the already known part of the foreign body, one of the tentacles sneaked past the t-shirt collarbone, totally ignoring the signals sent by König, in regards to stopping before they crossed the boundary. However, as soon as Horangi whimpered once the nubs caressed his collarbones with little to no careful sucking, the boundaries were no longer there. König's eyebrows formed a crease between them to the sensation of flushed skin under his tentacles. Fully overshadowing the already muddy mind of a man apparently savoring the happening - the other tentacle snaked up to caress Horangi's cheek.

The t-shirt's collar was already stretched out as another tentacle forced itself inside, now exploring the perfectly sculpted chest along the other coy tendril. Horangi's hand appeared over the tentacle under his clothes to apply some pressure to it, signaling for it to suck on the skin more bravely, expressing the willingness to endure the pain that might come with it.

König was watching his friend relishing the situation with wide-open eyes and a blood-red face as a thick swallow traveled down his throat at the sight. Mouth watering at the sounds Horangi produced once all six tentacles fondled the skin planted with goosebumps. Letting the other tentacles slip under the t-shirt from underneath as well, König could feel how they repeated the shape of the muscles decorating Horangi's figure.

The deft tendril stroking Horangi's cheek moved to the center of his face, leaving a trail of tingling sensations due to the face skin being the most sensitive. The tip of the tentacle, grazing against the velvety lower lip cunningly, sobered Horangi up from a hangover of delight to what his eyes fluttered open, meeting feral König in front of him. Realizing that König isn't shy anymore and this won't stop him, Horangi unfolded his lips in slow motion, letting the tentacle slip past his teeth inside a warm, moist mouth. Unhurriedly yet confidently, the tendril explored the bottom of his mouth, scrubbing against the tongue, the top of the mouth, the inside of the cheek, which turned out to be the softest part of his mouth, sending cold shivers down König's back. The blood in the overstimulated man's veins went cold at the sensation of the palp going further a bit, so the tentacle was enveloped with welcoming warmth and dampish ambiance from all the sides; meanwhile the nubs sucked onto his tongue. The tip of Horangi's tongue pleased the swollen, wet from his saliva suckers inside his mouth, making the inside of König's chest tickle, as well as his stomach twirl with an unexplainable force. Unable to take the level of pleasure, König barely breathed through his nose as he squirmed in his place at this point, not being able to take his eyes off the show happening in front of him.

The blush rose upon Horangi's blanched cheeks as his eyes rolled into the back of his head once the tentacles under the clothes located his sensitive-to-the-touch nipples, swirling around them and pinching the reddened nub with the suction cup. Shifting forward, Horangi tried to feel the tentacles better, fully on his skin, not fighting back at all. His hips worked further as he manspread due to the heat growing stronger between his thighs. König's eyes traveled down his friend's body, studying every shift, every move to learn what brings him the most pleasure. The vibrations of Horangi's muffled groans could be felt throughout the whole tentacle, never leaving the mouth, like a rush of electricity. Feeling the pleasuring sensation of chafing the erected nubs against the tongue, the tendril was going back and forth, sliding further into Horangi's mouth just to return to the initial position to repeat the whole process once again.

The critical momentum for poor König was when Horangi's lips locked around the tentacle and, by sucking his cheeks in, forced a loud, shameless groan out of König's lungs. Taken aback by sudden action, König's previous shyness was destroyed, quickly replacing it with ardor and an impatient desire for more. The tentacles on Horangi's chest suddenly doubled in size, easily ripping the fabric apart, exposing the peppered with red marks chest to the vision. Speechless, Horangi was knocked down on the bed's surface by the same man, whose eyes were only projecting sinister intentions. The tentacles, now more stormy and crude, pinned the man beneath, restricting him from shifting. Hovering over, König's hand landed on Horangi's waist, finally feeling his fervent to the touch skin with his own hands. Meanwhile, two of the tentacles took the responsibility of holding his wrists in a firm grip. The other three tentacles worked on his naked torso, while the last one toyed with the waistband of Horangi's pants.

"Forgot to tell you they can grow," König susurrated while his fingers slid down Horangi's torso to hook onto the belt. The lust engulfed him fully, forcing a rasp to his voice that got visibly lower, to a growl.

Made out solely of tissue, the tentacles were able to change size due to the absence of bones by wrinkling to fold comfortably under the hood and sprawling on command.

"Fabulous," Horangi purred in awe. The heavy breathing hindered his ability to speak adequately, as the arousal was at the highest point already. Feeling his dick ache for the sinful touch, he squirmed under a slimy fondling.

The tentacle snaked to his neck, wrapping around it firmly but not in a choking manner. The cups were leaving more and more chaotic marks, almost hickeys, stimulating them both even more by sucking the satisfied reaction out of Horangi and transferring it to König. Incapable of holding the noises back, Horangi whimpered sweetly, dropping a moan here and there, as his head fell to the side with a pathetic frown on his heavily blushed face, trying to hide from the glued to him gaze. One enlarged tentacle was enough to hold his wrists down over the head, so the other one could return to milking the satisfaction out of Horangi's mouth. Reading nothing but a complete submission and pure passion in Horangi's slightly wet eyes that he was forced to keep open to see König's intent look, König proceeded, but now with his own hands. His fingers undid his belt and unzipped the pants to pull them down, eager for what was about to come. Noticing wet stains on Horangi's underwear where the tip of his pressed-to-the-side dick was, König felt his own stone erection pulsating, trying to burst out from the fabric entanglement. Eagerly, König pulled Horangi's underwear down as well, leaving the embarrassed man fully exposed. His throbbing cock sprung out and rested along the abdomen, swaying from side to side due to Horangi squirming from the overwhelming sensations. The darkened, glistening tip was letting the milky precum drip on his ivory stomach.

One of the tentacles was commanded to give the erected nipples further attention while the other two wrapped around Horangi's thighs, bending them in the knees to spread his legs as far as possible. The last spare, impatient tentacle coiling with excitement, serpentined to the most erogenous body part. The nib of the tendril poked the tip, making Horangi exhale another incoherent beg before it could wrap itself around his twitching cock. Slippery stroking, along with the sucking from cups, pushed tears out of the stimulated to an excessive degree man. The feeling of helplessness ignited a more potent desire filling him up to the brims; however, he still tried to break out of the tentacle dilemma that devoured him entirely.

Incapable of taking his eyes off the pretty show, König undid his own pants, sliding them down his hips and leaving the fabric messily stacked, covering his ankles. Along with the underwear they stayed on the floor. Letting his own, slightly curved to the side, dick into the freedom, his hand covered half of the length at the base, pointing it up.

"You look so pretty taking all of my tentacles like this," half moaned, König jerked himself off to the sight of Horangi being destroyed by his tendrils, incompetent to form an answer. However, no answers were needed. The pleading look on his face and whinging babbling that was pushed back into his throat by a tentacle was more than enough.

The sleek tentacles were aiding in holding a relatively huge and wiggling body in place, legs still bent in the knees and spread apart, while König pumped his cock, observing enthusiastically.

Horangi tried to muffle out some words, hard to comprehend, as the tendril didn't leave his sore mouth, not even for a second. Hence, König forced it out to hear better.

"What was that?"

"I can't hold it anymore!" finally able to speak, Horangi yelped out while the tendril smudged his own drool all over his cheek as the mix of saliva and suckers wetness together created a dripping situation.

"A little bit more, please?" König's hand picked up the pace, pumping himself faster to cum at the same time, "for me, please," his voice hitched, feeling the nearness of his release.

"Ah fuck," Horangi's head tipped back, deeper in the wrinkled bedsheets as his hips twitched, trying to hold the release in, per König's request. König's hips stuttered as well, especially witnessing his friend being so obedient and good for him. Almost at the same time, the strings of cum were shot out, painting Horangi's stomach with whiteish puddles mixed together. To which both bodies relaxed immediately, groaning simultaneously.

The tentacle, previously jerking Horangi off, feeling that he went soft, left his worn-out dick alone and snaked lower to explore the only hole that hadn't been explored.

"It's mine!" with a hand slap, König growled at the tendril, making it wriggle excessively due to the sharp pain growing in a place where the hand landed on the tentacle.

A little bit of a scene change, as the tentacles released their grip on the heavily marked body to help it up. Obediently, Hongjin let König use him however he wishes. To what König's cock grew eager once again, with the lust curtaining his mind once again.

By sitting down on the bed with his back against the bed's headboard, König positioned Horangi on top of him, spreading his legs with tentacles once again. While he did so, the other tendril wreathed around Horangi's dick once more, trying to stimulate him for another round. Propping him on his knees, König's hands caressed Horangi's thighs, watching the pleading face expression appear all over.

Guiltily enjoying the colorless wet residue covering his body that cooled in the temperature of the vicinity, Horangi cooed sweet nothings about how good it felt. Warm, damp tendrils left a cold aftertouch on every inch of his body, peppering it with sucking here and there as tentacles release sticky thread when prey comes in contact. They kept slithering in every crevice and pulse around the most sensitive, erogenous zones on Horangi's body, sending him into an overdrive of emotions he didn't know were within him.

König watched Horangi's cock fatten up quickly while ghosting his fingers over his torso. While the tentacles damaged Horangi's body with marks and bruises from excessive sucking, König's touch stayed soft and gentle, afraid to hurt his friend. The contrast of sensations formed vertigo inside Horangi's head, a sensation of whirling and loss of balance. There is something so endearing to the feeling of being protected by the same creature you're being destroyed by withal.

Slowly sliding Horangi's tired body on König's cock, the tentacles kept penetrating his mouth and milking the life out of him through his swollen, moistened, and leaking dick. The tendrils forced his body to fit the full size of König's abnormally huge cock, completely stretching him out. Once König's was fully scabbard inside of Horangi's tight hole, tearing him apart with a wince, his body has moved at a slow pace at first, dragging along his walls until just the tip was inside, then pushed himself fully again by thrusting his hips on top of that, longing for the desired friction. Horangi's head tipped back as the tentacle milked out another stream of cum, this time he couldn't hold it anymore due to the brutal overstimulation, however, the tendril never stopped wreathing around his soft dick, sending shockwaves of satisfaction to his brain.

Drool and wet residue was dripping down Horangi's chin and neck while he was used for König's satisfaction, deciding it was more interesting to delay the release for a bit, just to watch how overfilled with pleasure Horangi could get. Quickly thrusting into the stretched-out hole, König muttered something under his breath, never taking his hands or eyes off the person in front of him, barely conscious, while the tentacles wrapped around his restricted body kept pushing him up and down repeatedly. The g-spot abused by König was sore to the point his lower body felt numb, but the look of adore König had in his eyes while Horangi was taking all of him so bravely - paid off, fulfilling his wish of pleasing König.

"I'm almost there, almost there," chanting barely audible mumbles, König pulled Horangi closer to him to wrap his hands around his waist, finally letting the tentacles let him go, so he could appear on his lap as he came inside with a loud grunt. The tentacles, appearing worn off as well, released a flood of almost transparent, silver-colored fluids out of the suction cups as they fell down defeatedly, washing out the saturated colors for a while. Barely alive, they exchanged satisfied looks before König helped his friend up, making a mess of cum dripping out of Horangi right onto the bed sheets, where all the other wet mess from the tentacles was.

"And I won!" a couple of days later, they found themselves playing card games once again. Walking for Horangi was a challenge for some time, for what König felt terrible and had to be reassured every time.

"How the hell did you win? You lose all the time!"

Unsatisfied with the only thing, Horangi made a bet with König: if Horangi wins this one card game - König has to let him touch his face through the mask. As he has seen the tentacles now but still hasn't seen the face.

"Why not?" Horangi begged, displeased with the fact that despite having intimacy, König still wasn't showing the rest of the face.

"Because!" absolutely refusing to show his face, the deal to let him at least touch it was made and sealed. Knowing full well that he would win, König was abashed by the outcome, he lost quicker than he could even blink. The fact that Horangi let König win almost every time just to see him happy stayed a secret, but now that being so close to his face was on the line - Horangi turned into a beast and completely destroyed his opponent.

Horangi, foaming at the mouth, made his way to König's body staying seated down, simply waiting for the penalty. Reaching his fingers out, the fingertips felt flesh reliefs through the fabric. A confused look on his face while he hoped to build a picture in his head as to what König's face might resemble. He was grazing over creases and slits, massaging them in the meantime, not understanding what type of effect this had on König. Holding back his heavy exhales, König tensed up, trying to fight back the feelings storming inside of him, burning him alive. Staying sneaky did not help, unfortunately. Squirming and trying to run away from the curious fingers, König's eyes closed shut all of a sudden.

"What is that?" Horangi took an attentive look at his fingers. A transparent yet still dark-tinted goo created a string from his index finger to thumb as he separated them. His face lost all the emotions as the realization hit, "did you just fucking cum?!"

"You wanted this! That's why I didn't want you to touch it!" trying to put all the blame on his friend, König stood up in a defensive stance, hiding his soggy hood from sight in embarrassment behind the thrown-in-the-air arms.

"You could've at least told me!" wiping off the weird phlegm on the nearest piece of fabric, Horangi screeched stridently.

"I was shy, okay?! Showing my face equals to showing your dick to the whole world for humans!"

Who knew that König's face, where the tentacles were growing out of - was the most erogenous zone of his? Meaning, a simple touch could make him.. well, release.

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writing this felt like a fever dream but here we are

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