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He caught them both before Tim slid them over the edge, and then instead of tickling there was kissing. The brush of his lips over Tim's shoulders and nose and mouth as most of his tentacles went back to a gentle roll over the covers, only one teasing lightly over the catfishman's obliques. ]
You're adorable.
[ And Majima was more than happy to adore. The thin chain on which he'd strung his wedding ring rustled as his chest pressed against Tim's. ]
I love you.
[ He murmured, between smooches. Sorry, Tim. But you'd signed up for this cuddly octopus. ]
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[Majima leaned back from one of the kisses and Tim grabbed the chain that hung around his neck, using it to pull him in for another. Something a little longer, a little deeper.]
Love you, too.
[Always.]
Y'know, I'd meant to ask you before. [He touched the tentacle by his hip, a fond little pat.] What's it like, feeling with these things? Is it like it is with your hand, or are they super sensitive or something?
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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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[That was weird, right? That seemed weird. So that meant that Majima's tentacles were tasting his feet while he was tickling him, along with everything else? Those tentacles had definitely felt up his weird bull schlong back when they'd gone through the monster mash, too, did that mean that a tentacle handy was kind of like a tentacle blowjob? There were a lot of questions, most of them weird.]
[It would explain their handsiness, though, if it was just that they liked how Tim tastes. Was that kind of bad, though? Did Majima's tentacles want to eat him?]
That's. Okay, I guess. Wow. Oh, god, does our floor taste bad?
[He used cleaning products on that floor, was it like sticking soap in his husband's mouth??]
[Tim allowed the tentacles to feel up his hips and thighs, mostly because he was pretty used to his husband's wandering hands, so wandering tentacles were just, like. The upgraded version of that. Triple the handsiness for the same price. One of them was getting very frisky, but, look.]
[Things ended pretty great the last time he let Majima get frisky with tentacles, so don't fucking judge him, man.]
Uh, yeah, it is? I haven't really tried it out, though. I've just kind of sat in the bathtub when I start to feel dry.
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