Ivan’s throat is aching in a strange way, an oddly nice way. His nipples stand out from his chest and when Taliesin pulls him close they rub against Taliesin’s skin in a way that makes Ivan whimper. And his cock, fuck, he feels like he should come with a single touch but although he’s hard and pumped thicker and longer, even deliberately rubbing against Taliesin’s thigh does nothing.
“Taliesin.” He sounds wrecked. Not as much as Taliesin does, though. “Taliesin, I can’t come.”
“No,” Taliesin murmurs dreamily. “They can stop it at the source.” He nuzzles against Ivan’s neck. “My gods, that was perfect.”
Ivan quits wondering about the at the source comment and simply claims Taliesin’s mouth in a kiss that’s sweet in both taste and intent. He strokes Taliesin’s hair, scritches his scalp, and holds him close. He certainly doesn’t forget how desperately aroused he is, but the heat of this afterglow is irresistibly warm. After all, it’s not every day he gets to hold a fucked-out Taliesin in his arms and share soft kisses.
After a delightful long while of simply cuddling, Taliesin’s hands start moving on Ivan, stroking his bare back and arms and thighs as much as he can reach. Ivan expects the tentacles to come out at the attention, but they don’t so much as stir.
“Taliesin...” He’s aware of the edge of desperation in his voice. “They’re not doing anything.”
“I know, sweetheart,” Taliesin murmurs. “They have a lesson for you.”
“What?”
“There’s something they want you to learn.”
“I get that, but what is it?”
Taliesin kisses him, long and soft. “I don’t know exactly,” he says. “It’s usually something to do with inhibitions.”
Ivan pulls back and gestures at his body, slick drying all over him, still thick where the tentacles emerge from his body—when they’re not being frustratingly quiet. Flushed all over with arousal. Debauched would be a good word. “Does this look inhibited?”
Taliesin very deliberately sweeps his gaze over Ivan, taking advantage of the space between them to touch Ivan’s front, thumbing the hard peaks of his nipples, caressing his sides and stomach, before finally closing his hand around Ivan’s leaking cock. “Outside appearances aren’t the same as inner hangups,” he says, beginning to stroke Ivan with long, slick glides of his hand that should tip Ivan over. But he feels a squeezing sensation low in his body and he can’t, he still can’t—they’re not letting him—
“You have to let yourself,” Taliesin says, as though he’s uncovered the answer to a mystery. “You don’t usually bottom, do you? And you’re never a sub.”
“No.”
“You don’t like relinquishing control at all. You need to be in charge.”
“Yes,” Ivan admits, and there’s a minute release of pressure inside him; his cock twitches in Taliesin’s hand and for a blissful moment he thinks it’s going to happen.
But then he’s locked down again, like an ill-timed cramp, and he groans.
“It’s all right to need, love.” Taliesin lets go of him and sits up, fluffing the pillows and reclining against them. His cock is hard again, gleaming with slick, and Ivan starts to understand. “It’s all right to need and want and to be taken.” He gives Ivan a slow smile. “And, you know, you can still do it when you’re physically on top.”
Ivan doesn’t need any more telling. He moves to straddle Taliesin’s lap, and Taliesin’s arms go around him as he sinks down onto Taliesin’s cock. The head slips into him easily through his well-sucked rim, and Ivan lets out an undignified squeal at the way that Taliesin’s length feels moving into his heat.
“That’s very good, love,” Taliesin praises him. “It’s all right to want and need and be desperate.” His hands move down to Ivan’s hips, pulling him firmly down, and he lets out a groan. “Oh, that’s lovely... they must like being in you, you’re so hot...” He rolls his hips and Ivan gasps. “I bet it feels good when they take you, doesn’t it? Much easier to give in when you have some semblance of control still.” He lets go of Ivan’s hip for a moment to guide Ivan’s hands to his own chest. “Play with yourself,” he invites. “Let me see how beautiful you are when you’re taking it.” His hand settles back on Ivan’s hip as Ivan starts somewhat self-consciously playing with his nipples. They feel so good to tug on and squeeze, and he grinds down against Taliesin without thinking.
Taliesin lets out a low moan. “Ah, yeah, that’s it, Ivan, now you’re getting it. Maybe we’ll work you up to the point where I can have you on your hands and knees, pin you down so you don’t even have this pretense of being in charge—”
“Fuck, Taliesin—”
“Keep touching yourself. I love how much it makes you need my cock.”
“I do, I need it so much—” Ivan vaguely can’t believe he’s saying it, but he does, he needs that thickness inside him, needs to ride it, wants to—
“Will you come in me?” he whispers, pressing his forehead to Taliesin’s as he lets one hand slip down to his own cock and, despite the fact that he still feels like his cock is—is gagged, only the slightest of muffled pleasure getting through, he can’t not try. “Please. I want to feel it.”
Taliesin laughs softly. “Not content with just your lovely tentacles?”
“No. No. Need you.”
Taliesin’s lips brush against the corner of his mouth, making him shiver. “Soon,” he breathes. “You know very well there’s more to this than just coming.”
Ivan whines, but wraps his arms around Taliesin’s neck and starts rocking on his lap, still hesitant at first, but with growing intent, and need, and greed.
“I’m a little surprised,” Taliesin says, breath beginning to quicken. “You’re so good with your mouth, I wouldn’t have imagined you to be so... exclusive about topping when you took so beautifully to being face-fucked.”
By way of explanation, Ivan softly bites Taliesin’s lower lip. “There’s still control in it.”
“Not when—oh gods— your head’s wrapped in tentacles and you’re being held down.” Taliesin’s hands cradle the back of Ivan’s head, fingers spread, as though he needs a reminder.
“Wanted to.”
“And the spanking?”
Ivan is silent, save for the whimpering as Taliesin thrusts through his tender ring, movements growing jerkier.
“They learn. They understand. And they teach you things about yourself that you never knew.” Taliesin kisses him, harder this time, teeth scraping Ivan’s lip before nipping down his neck and digging into his shoulder.
“You did fuck me earlier,” Ivan reminds him.
“You were out of your mind with arousal. I could’ve put anything in you.” Taliesin pulls his hair, tugging his head back so their eyes meet. “Admittedly you might not exactly be a hundred percent with it right now either, but you’re a lot closer to asking without being under the influence.”
Ivan lifts abruptly off Taliesin altogether.
“Wh—”
“Do you have cuffs? Or rope?”
“Now?” Taliesin’s incredulity is at least sixty percent fake. Nonetheless, he gets up off the bed.
Ivan takes up his new position. Kneeling like a supplicant, half-prostrating himself, hands reaching up to grip the headboard. He can feel cool air against his ass and can imagine his slick stretched probably red by now rim, an inviting entrance to the praised hot tight channel. His nipples brush against the rough towels; his cock is pressed between his thighs and stomach, and oh, it feels delightful to be so positioned, presenting himself to be taken.
Especially when Taliesin’s reaction on turning back from his toybox is an appreciative moan before hastening to cuff Ivan’s wrists.
He’s got something else, too.
“Please,” Ivan whispers at the sight of the spreader bar. “Please, yes.”
Taliesin kneels behind him to lock him into it, padded cuffs at each ankle splaying him a little wider open.
Then... nothing.
“Taliesin.”
“You have to ask me for it.” Taliesin rubs along his wet cleft and Ivan whimpers.
“Please, I want you.”
“I’m right here. Be more specific.”
“Taliesin. Please take me. I—” Ivan feels unexpected tears on his cheeks. “I need you in me, I need you to—to use me, I—”
He feels a ripple of pleasure through his entire midsection.
“You’ve pleased them,” Taliesin observes, cockhead pressed against the somewhat plumped out circle of Ivan’s rim.
“Fuck them! It’s you I want to please, Taliesin, love, please, I need you in me, want you, want to feel you come—”
Taliesin pushes excruciatingly slowly into him. “Even if I take a while enjoying this delectably presented ass of yours?”
“Yes.”
“Even if I come and keep coming until you overflow?”
“Yes! Please!”
Taliesin leans down closer, slipping in deeper as he does. “Even if for the sake of my pleasure you don’t come at all?”
“Yes,” Ivan whispers, knowing it for the truth, and feeling the tears begin to flow as Taliesin finally fills him and begins to take him.
“I don’t think it will come to that,” Taliesin says, fingers digging into Ivan’s hips as he starts moving in smooth deep strokes. “I just wanted to hear you say it.”
“They heard me too,” Ivan says.
“Mmmm... and it’s their decision in the end.” Taliesin folds himself down over Ivan’s back and kisses whatever skin he can reach. “Perhaps they’ll make you beg.”
Ivan thinks of all the times he’s made other people beg, either for more or for him to stop, people teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain, of voices shakily murmuring ‘green’ when he checks in with them, of how fantastically arousing it is to wield that power over them, especially when he can retain perfect calm and almost indifference to their plights.
“Doesn’t matter, he manages to say. “Feels so good.”
“Oh yeah.” Taliesin’s thrusts become rougher, jerking more tears from Ivan’s eyes because it’s so good but he can’t, he can feel the orgasm curling in his balls and indeed throughout his groin and lower belly, like hot liquid metal being held back from spilling over. He wonders if Taliesin’s enjoying his tears as much as he enjoys the tears of others. His ass tingles where the flesh paddle hit him earlier, and suddenly he’s craving that as well.
“Spank me,” he says in the tiniest voice.
“Pardon,” Taliesin asks with a not-innocent tone in his voice.
“Spank me. Hurt me. Please... I need that too.”
“It’s easy to keep asking once you’ve started, isn’t it?” Taliesin’s first swat is barely a kitten’s pat.
Ivan makes a disgruntled noise. “Hurt me.”
The next smack is far harder, and Ivan groans pressing back against Taliesin.
Taliesin pulls out of him and Ivan wails, a long, “Noooo!” that echoes around the little bedroom.
“Shut up,” Taliesin says tersely, and his weight shifts off the bed. Ivan blinks back tears and tries to crane around to see what he’s doing.
At the first stinging blow of the paddle across his backside, he understands. “Oh, oh, thank you.” He’s still babbling his thanks as Taliesin deals out five more blows, three for each cheek, and then shoves back into him, the leather of the paddle rubbing against Ivan’s thigh as Taliesin finds his rhythm again before beginning to swat Ivan in time with his thrusts. Before too long it’s more than swats, solid blows not quite paced with Taliesin’s fucking, so Ivan soon doesn’t know which way to move and begins to dissolve into a shaking, whimpering mess. He can feel his ass getting red and then going beyond that as Taliesin layers blow over blow.
He’s going to be bruised for days, and marked with the suckers’ ungentle touch, and then Taliesin bites his shoulder again with deeper intent, and it’s all driving him out of his mind.
“Come on,” Taliesin says in a rough tone that Ivan doesn’t think is directed at him. “Come here.”
Ivan feels the thick tentacle slide out from beside his aching cock. The sensation nearly tips him over and this time it really hurts when the internal squeeze throttling his orgasm at the source happens. He gasps and sobs as the tentacle slithers back between his legs and nudges at his entrance beside Taliesin’s cock.
“No,” Taliesin chides. “Unless... Ivan, do you want to be doubly fucked, darling?” The tentacle ripples against him, clearly wanting him to say yes.
“If that’s what you called it out for, I will take whatever you want me to take,” Ivan says, barely able to force the words out through the shuddering mix of almost unbearable pain tempered just enough by pleasure for him not to safeword. If that would even work on them.
“It’s not,” Taliesin says, and Ivan feels the tentacle withdraw from his entrance, but not before pushing a good two inches inside him for a long moment, squirting more slick, and he thinks I would, I fucking would, oh my god.
But then he can feel it questing up and around Taliesin’s thigh behind him, and he definitely feels when it sinks with a solid thrust into Taliesin, those bulging bulbs expanding out again until Taliesin groans with fulfilment.
“Oh yeah, that’s it.” The paddle slips from his grasp onto the towels but Ivan doesn’t mind; the novelty of feeling the tentacle fuck Taliesin while Taliesin fucks him in turn is more than enough sensation.
“Done this before?” Ivan manages to gasp.
“This and more.” Taliesin reaches forward to press two fingers against Ivan’s lips; Ivan sucks them in, tasting that sweetness on them. “You want a taste of what more includes?”
Untitled Taliesin/Ivan tentacle sex, E, 4/?
Ivan’s throat is aching in a strange way, an oddly nice way. His nipples stand out from his chest and when Taliesin pulls him close they rub against Taliesin’s skin in a way that makes Ivan whimper. And his cock, fuck, he feels like he should come with a single touch but although he’s hard and pumped thicker and longer, even deliberately rubbing against Taliesin’s thigh does nothing.
“Taliesin.” He sounds wrecked. Not as much as Taliesin does, though. “Taliesin, I can’t come.”
“No,” Taliesin murmurs dreamily. “They can stop it at the source.” He nuzzles against Ivan’s neck. “My gods, that was perfect.”
Ivan quits wondering about the at the source comment and simply claims Taliesin’s mouth in a kiss that’s sweet in both taste and intent. He strokes Taliesin’s hair, scritches his scalp, and holds him close. He certainly doesn’t forget how desperately aroused he is, but the heat of this afterglow is irresistibly warm. After all, it’s not every day he gets to hold a fucked-out Taliesin in his arms and share soft kisses.
After a delightful long while of simply cuddling, Taliesin’s hands start moving on Ivan, stroking his bare back and arms and thighs as much as he can reach. Ivan expects the tentacles to come out at the attention, but they don’t so much as stir.
“Taliesin...” He’s aware of the edge of desperation in his voice. “They’re not doing anything.”
“I know, sweetheart,” Taliesin murmurs. “They have a lesson for you.”
“What?”
“There’s something they want you to learn.”
“I get that, but what is it?”
Taliesin kisses him, long and soft. “I don’t know exactly,” he says. “It’s usually something to do with inhibitions.”
Ivan pulls back and gestures at his body, slick drying all over him, still thick where the tentacles emerge from his body—when they’re not being frustratingly quiet. Flushed all over with arousal. Debauched would be a good word. “Does this look inhibited?”
Taliesin very deliberately sweeps his gaze over Ivan, taking advantage of the space between them to touch Ivan’s front, thumbing the hard peaks of his nipples, caressing his sides and stomach, before finally closing his hand around Ivan’s leaking cock. “Outside appearances aren’t the same as inner hangups,” he says, beginning to stroke Ivan with long, slick glides of his hand that should tip Ivan over. But he feels a squeezing sensation low in his body and he can’t, he still can’t—they’re not letting him—
“You have to let yourself,” Taliesin says, as though he’s uncovered the answer to a mystery. “You don’t usually bottom, do you? And you’re never a sub.”
“No.”
“You don’t like relinquishing control at all. You need to be in charge.”
“Yes,” Ivan admits, and there’s a minute release of pressure inside him; his cock twitches in Taliesin’s hand and for a blissful moment he thinks it’s going to happen.
But then he’s locked down again, like an ill-timed cramp, and he groans.
“It’s all right to need, love.” Taliesin lets go of him and sits up, fluffing the pillows and reclining against them. His cock is hard again, gleaming with slick, and Ivan starts to understand. “It’s all right to need and want and to be taken.” He gives Ivan a slow smile. “And, you know, you can still do it when you’re physically on top.”
Ivan doesn’t need any more telling. He moves to straddle Taliesin’s lap, and Taliesin’s arms go around him as he sinks down onto Taliesin’s cock. The head slips into him easily through his well-sucked rim, and Ivan lets out an undignified squeal at the way that Taliesin’s length feels moving into his heat.
“That’s very good, love,” Taliesin praises him. “It’s all right to want and need and be desperate.” His hands move down to Ivan’s hips, pulling him firmly down, and he lets out a groan. “Oh, that’s lovely... they must like being in you, you’re so hot...” He rolls his hips and Ivan gasps. “I bet it feels good when they take you, doesn’t it? Much easier to give in when you have some semblance of control still.” He lets go of Ivan’s hip for a moment to guide Ivan’s hands to his own chest. “Play with yourself,” he invites. “Let me see how beautiful you are when you’re taking it.” His hand settles back on Ivan’s hip as Ivan starts somewhat self-consciously playing with his nipples. They feel so good to tug on and squeeze, and he grinds down against Taliesin without thinking.
Taliesin lets out a low moan. “Ah, yeah, that’s it, Ivan, now you’re getting it. Maybe we’ll work you up to the point where I can have you on your hands and knees, pin you down so you don’t even have this pretense of being in charge—”
“Fuck, Taliesin—”
“Keep touching yourself. I love how much it makes you need my cock.”
“I do, I need it so much—” Ivan vaguely can’t believe he’s saying it, but he does, he needs that thickness inside him, needs to ride it, wants to—
“Will you come in me?” he whispers, pressing his forehead to Taliesin’s as he lets one hand slip down to his own cock and, despite the fact that he still feels like his cock is—is gagged, only the slightest of muffled pleasure getting through, he can’t not try. “Please. I want to feel it.”
Taliesin laughs softly. “Not content with just your lovely tentacles?”
“No. No. Need you.”
Taliesin’s lips brush against the corner of his mouth, making him shiver. “Soon,” he breathes. “You know very well there’s more to this than just coming.”
Ivan whines, but wraps his arms around Taliesin’s neck and starts rocking on his lap, still hesitant at first, but with growing intent, and need, and greed.
“I’m a little surprised,” Taliesin says, breath beginning to quicken. “You’re so good with your mouth, I wouldn’t have imagined you to be so... exclusive about topping when you took so beautifully to being face-fucked.”
By way of explanation, Ivan softly bites Taliesin’s lower lip. “There’s still control in it.”
“Not when—oh gods— your head’s wrapped in tentacles and you’re being held down.” Taliesin’s hands cradle the back of Ivan’s head, fingers spread, as though he needs a reminder.
“Wanted to.”
“And the spanking?”
Ivan is silent, save for the whimpering as Taliesin thrusts through his tender ring, movements growing jerkier.
“They learn. They understand. And they teach you things about yourself that you never knew.” Taliesin kisses him, harder this time, teeth scraping Ivan’s lip before nipping down his neck and digging into his shoulder.
“You did fuck me earlier,” Ivan reminds him.
“You were out of your mind with arousal. I could’ve put anything in you.” Taliesin pulls his hair, tugging his head back so their eyes meet. “Admittedly you might not exactly be a hundred percent with it right now either, but you’re a lot closer to asking without being under the influence.”
Ivan lifts abruptly off Taliesin altogether.
“Wh—”
“Do you have cuffs? Or rope?”
“Now?” Taliesin’s incredulity is at least sixty percent fake. Nonetheless, he gets up off the bed.
Ivan takes up his new position. Kneeling like a supplicant, half-prostrating himself, hands reaching up to grip the headboard. He can feel cool air against his ass and can imagine his slick stretched probably red by now rim, an inviting entrance to the praised hot tight channel. His nipples brush against the rough towels; his cock is pressed between his thighs and stomach, and oh, it feels delightful to be so positioned, presenting himself to be taken.
Especially when Taliesin’s reaction on turning back from his toybox is an appreciative moan before hastening to cuff Ivan’s wrists.
He’s got something else, too.
“Please,” Ivan whispers at the sight of the spreader bar. “Please, yes.”
Taliesin kneels behind him to lock him into it, padded cuffs at each ankle splaying him a little wider open.
Then... nothing.
“Taliesin.”
“You have to ask me for it.” Taliesin rubs along his wet cleft and Ivan whimpers.
“Please, I want you.”
“I’m right here. Be more specific.”
“Taliesin. Please take me. I—” Ivan feels unexpected tears on his cheeks. “I need you in me, I need you to—to use me, I—”
He feels a ripple of pleasure through his entire midsection.
“You’ve pleased them,” Taliesin observes, cockhead pressed against the somewhat plumped out circle of Ivan’s rim.
“Fuck them! It’s you I want to please, Taliesin, love, please, I need you in me, want you, want to feel you come—”
Taliesin pushes excruciatingly slowly into him. “Even if I take a while enjoying this delectably presented ass of yours?”
“Yes.”
“Even if I come and keep coming until you overflow?”
“Yes! Please!”
Taliesin leans down closer, slipping in deeper as he does. “Even if for the sake of my pleasure you don’t come at all?”
“Yes,” Ivan whispers, knowing it for the truth, and feeling the tears begin to flow as Taliesin finally fills him and begins to take him.
“I don’t think it will come to that,” Taliesin says, fingers digging into Ivan’s hips as he starts moving in smooth deep strokes. “I just wanted to hear you say it.”
“They heard me too,” Ivan says.
“Mmmm... and it’s their decision in the end.” Taliesin folds himself down over Ivan’s back and kisses whatever skin he can reach. “Perhaps they’ll make you beg.”
Ivan thinks of all the times he’s made other people beg, either for more or for him to stop, people teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain, of voices shakily murmuring ‘green’ when he checks in with them, of how fantastically arousing it is to wield that power over them, especially when he can retain perfect calm and almost indifference to their plights.
“Doesn’t matter, he manages to say. “Feels so good.”
“Oh yeah.” Taliesin’s thrusts become rougher, jerking more tears from Ivan’s eyes because it’s so good but he can’t, he can feel the orgasm curling in his balls and indeed throughout his groin and lower belly, like hot liquid metal being held back from spilling over. He wonders if Taliesin’s enjoying his tears as much as he enjoys the tears of others. His ass tingles where the flesh paddle hit him earlier, and suddenly he’s craving that as well.
“Spank me,” he says in the tiniest voice.
“Pardon,” Taliesin asks with a not-innocent tone in his voice.
“Spank me. Hurt me. Please... I need that too.”
“It’s easy to keep asking once you’ve started, isn’t it?” Taliesin’s first swat is barely a kitten’s pat.
Ivan makes a disgruntled noise. “Hurt me.”
The next smack is far harder, and Ivan groans pressing back against Taliesin.
“Gods, you really do.” Taliesin sounds impressed now. “You really want it.”
“Yes, fuck, please, yes.”
Taliesin pulls out of him and Ivan wails, a long, “Noooo!” that echoes around the little bedroom.
“Shut up,” Taliesin says tersely, and his weight shifts off the bed. Ivan blinks back tears and tries to crane around to see what he’s doing.
At the first stinging blow of the paddle across his backside, he understands. “Oh, oh, thank you.” He’s still babbling his thanks as Taliesin deals out five more blows, three for each cheek, and then shoves back into him, the leather of the paddle rubbing against Ivan’s thigh as Taliesin finds his rhythm again before beginning to swat Ivan in time with his thrusts. Before too long it’s more than swats, solid blows not quite paced with Taliesin’s fucking, so Ivan soon doesn’t know which way to move and begins to dissolve into a shaking, whimpering mess. He can feel his ass getting red and then going beyond that as Taliesin layers blow over blow.
He’s going to be bruised for days, and marked with the suckers’ ungentle touch, and then Taliesin bites his shoulder again with deeper intent, and it’s all driving him out of his mind.
“Come on,” Taliesin says in a rough tone that Ivan doesn’t think is directed at him. “Come here.”
Ivan feels the thick tentacle slide out from beside his aching cock. The sensation nearly tips him over and this time it really hurts when the internal squeeze throttling his orgasm at the source happens. He gasps and sobs as the tentacle slithers back between his legs and nudges at his entrance beside Taliesin’s cock.
“No,” Taliesin chides. “Unless... Ivan, do you want to be doubly fucked, darling?” The tentacle ripples against him, clearly wanting him to say yes.
“If that’s what you called it out for, I will take whatever you want me to take,” Ivan says, barely able to force the words out through the shuddering mix of almost unbearable pain tempered just enough by pleasure for him not to safeword. If that would even work on them.
“It’s not,” Taliesin says, and Ivan feels the tentacle withdraw from his entrance, but not before pushing a good two inches inside him for a long moment, squirting more slick, and he thinks I would, I fucking would, oh my god.
But then he can feel it questing up and around Taliesin’s thigh behind him, and he definitely feels when it sinks with a solid thrust into Taliesin, those bulging bulbs expanding out again until Taliesin groans with fulfilment.
“Oh yeah, that’s it.” The paddle slips from his grasp onto the towels but Ivan doesn’t mind; the novelty of feeling the tentacle fuck Taliesin while Taliesin fucks him in turn is more than enough sensation.
“Done this before?” Ivan manages to gasp.
“This and more.” Taliesin reaches forward to press two fingers against Ivan’s lips; Ivan sucks them in, tasting that sweetness on them. “You want a taste of what more includes?”
“Yes. Oh, yes.”