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blap_blap

Well, it was kind of December when we met? And then you took me home in January, so.

[Not a whole lot of time for him to be taking his shirt off for Majima. Or, really, an appropriate time, because unlike some people in their later years, Tim didn't make a habit of walking around in winter with his tits out.]

Oh, wow, I was kinda really easy, wasn't I?

[Less than a month between meeting Majima and ending up in his bed. It all worked out in the end, though, now they're married. They just did the whole dating thing a little bit backwards.]

Thanks. I guess I've always been built sort of like this.

[Even before the surgery, he'd always this same sort of shape, just on a smaller, narrower scale. It's nice that Majima likes it, likes how he is even without the whole minotaur beefiness thing going on. His tentacles sure seem to like him, kneading at his feet and wrapping around his wrist. Tim kisses the one at his wrist, then snorts a laugh.]

Oh, hey, I'm kinda ticklish. [His foot flexed at the wiggle of a smooth tentacle against its sole.] I forgot I'm ticklish.

From:

justbeingknife

Best decision I ever made.

[ Maybe, at first, it had been something of an impulse. Meet a nice guy, someone who pulled at the old heartstrings and could also benefit from company to keep at night.

Only that little tug had turned out to be part of a larger undercurrent. Now Majima could barely imagine his life without the man, and he sure as hell didn't want to. ]

And it ain't like I can say anything. I'm the one that took ya home.

[ Noble celibacy had never been Majima's thing; he liked sex, liked it even more when a certain beefy beau was involved. He planted a smooch now on Tim that was warm and familiar. There were little flecks of smooth scale on Majima's skin now, blue and silver and cream -- though why the fuck an octopus would have scales was a mystery. ]

[ He was beaming at Tim now, even though his hands were absolutely still sampling the swell of his husband's chest. There was only the briefest of pauses when Tim laughed, made his little admission...

and then it was on. A couple tentacles had to stick it out and make sure Majima didn't fall over, but the rest were suddenly at Tim's sides, his stomach, and the soles of his feet as the former-wolfman pounced. ]

[ A laugh escaped Majima as he mounted his multi-pronged tickle assault -- easy, warm, and free of even the hint of a shadow. ]

From:

blap_blap

[Tim should know better, really, than to say something about how ticklish he was to a man with technically ten limbs. Granted, two of those were pretty preoccupied with his tits, but that was still in the general vicinity of his sides and could easily make the switch from appreciation to torture.]

[There was a moment, a heartbeat between when Tim was laughing and Majima was looking at him, and his laugh faltered and he said, apprehension dawning,] Hey--

[And then there were tentacles all over him, going for all the most sensitive spots-- his sides, his belly, those brand-new feet. He practically shrieked with unwilling laughter, squirmed and wriggled to try to get away from the unrelenting assault. It was a lot harder than it sounded, mostly because getting away from five or six tentacles was a very difficult feat and because Tim kept flinching every time they squiggled against a new ticklish spot.]

Oh oh stop it, Gorō, Gorō, I can't, I'm gonna-- [He says in between bouts of uncontrollable laughter. It is, as all tickled laughter is, slightly pained.] I can't breathe!

[And he was also pretty close to wiggling himself right off of the edge of the bed.]

From:

justbeingknife

[ Majima would have said it wasn't possible to be any more in love with his new husband -- only this was too cute, a side of Tim that he'd only seen perhaps back during that snowball fight. Something in him wanted to envelop his lover, truss him up whole in a tangle of limbs and kiss him all over, at least until he went back to having two legs instead of ten arms.

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. ]

From:

blap_blap

[Tim still had some residual giggles left even after Majima's tentacles stopped torturing him and he was instead being smothered in kisses. It's a significant improvement, Tim would much rather be kissed than die laughing from the relentless assault of his husband's calamari arms.]

[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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justbeingknife

[ 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. ]

From:

blap_blap

I, you. Really?

[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.