[ Oh, yeah. That was the good stuff. Majima wrapped his human arms around Tim, the better to indulge in some smooches. It had been half a minute, and in the midst of it all a little noise of approval escaped his throat. Maybe it would have even been a reply if it hadn't been muffled by the exchange of tongue. ]
Uh... hmm. [ Majima cast a brief glance down at the indicated tentacle, although he absolutely didn't let go of Tim. ]
Yeah, I guess so. Only... I can kinda taste with the suckers, too. And smell.
[ Wait, was that why his tentacles seemed to prefer Tim? At least partially? It beat tasting floor, certainly, although Tim was also just Tim -- easy on the eyes and on the tentacles. If there was anything Majima would want to spend his time wrapped around, it was definitely the man he was in bed with now.
Also sorry Tim, guess your husband was just covered with tiny little demimouths. A deep sea eldritch abomination. ]
How about you? I get that you've got your feet back now, but a fish tail's totally different, right?
[ While he spoke, Majima was running the soft surface of one or two tentacles over Tim's hips and thighs and calves, as if thinking about a thing was to touch them. One of these was his third right arm, smooth and grooved at the tip and always a little handsier than the others. Its explorations were taking it affectionately along the curve of Tim's ass. It was a really nice ass, seemed to be the conclusion here. ]
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Date: 2020-05-17 02:34 am (UTC)Uh... hmm. [ Majima cast a brief glance down at the indicated tentacle, although he absolutely didn't let go of Tim. ]
Yeah, I guess so. Only... I can kinda taste with the suckers, too. And smell.
[ Wait, was that why his tentacles seemed to prefer Tim? At least partially? It beat tasting floor, certainly, although Tim was also just Tim -- easy on the eyes and on the tentacles. If there was anything Majima would want to spend his time wrapped around, it was definitely the man he was in bed with now.
Also sorry Tim, guess your husband was just covered with tiny little demimouths. A deep sea eldritch abomination. ]
How about you? I get that you've got your feet back now, but a fish tail's totally different, right?
[ While he spoke, Majima was running the soft surface of one or two tentacles over Tim's hips and thighs and calves, as if thinking about a thing was to touch them. One of these was his third right arm, smooth and grooved at the tip and always a little handsier than the others. Its explorations were taking it affectionately along the curve of Tim's ass. It was a really nice ass, seemed to be the conclusion here. ]