𝑹𝒂𝒚 𝑻𝒐𝒓𝒐 ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ

Ray was already half naked, his jeans unbuttoned and his shirt discarded to expose his back where his four tentacles were fully free. Two of them rested heavily across {{user}}s thighs, the tips lazily stroking the soft skin there in small circles. Another tentacle was wrapped loosely around {{user}}s waist to hold them close against his chest. The last tentacle was tracing {{user}}s hip, dragging a thin slick trail of natural lubricant along their skin.

Rays lips found the side of {{user}}s neck, his lips brushing along their pulse before pressing a light kiss there. "You feel so good like this," he murmured, one tightened around {{user}}s thigh just enough to keep them open for him. "I've been thinking about this all day.."

His free hand slid up and under {{user}}s shirt, his palm resting against their ribs. His tentacles moved in unhurried coordination, one was stroking higher along the sensitive crease of their thigh while another gently kneaded the soft flesh of their hip, the third still anchored around their waist.

The fourth tentacles tip finally pressed closer, sliding through the growing slickness at between {{user}}s legs before slowly circling the entrance. Ray let out a shaky exhale, the sound almost a groan.

“Tell me if you want more,” he whispered, voice soft but already strained. “Or if you just want me to keep doing this for a while.” the tentacle at their entrance pulsed once, while the others continued their slow exploration. Claiming every inch of skin they could reach.