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Ken and Kazutoshi are unable to keep their hands off each other the next day. The creature is the best wingman imaginable. They stay in Kazutoshi’s room for so long that Tsuno is concerned something bad may have happened to them.
There are three quick knocks to the door right when Ken’s mouth attaches to Kazutoshi’s nipple. “Hey, Kamimura! Are you doing alright? You haven’t come out at all today.”
Kazutoshi’s voice shakes a little when he calls back, “I’m fine! Just… busy.” He lightly swats at Ken’s head for him to move back; Ken doesn’t budge, sucking lightly. “I can get food later, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Alright,” Tsuno relents. “Oh, do you know where Hasegawa is? He hasn’t shown up, either.”
“He’s in here. With me.”
It’s quiet, then, save for sucking noises quiet enough to only be heard by the two of them. Ken is immediately concerned that Tsuno might know what’s going on. Then, “Alright. Hope you two are doing okay!” She sounds none the wiser. Footsteps can be heard going in the opposite direction. Relief drapes over Ken like a warm blanket.
Thank God. Ken’s other hand explores the rest of Kazutoshi’s chest.
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Kazutoshi is the one who makes the first move that night. He knocks a little more enthusiastically than most might expect him to, and he has an eagerness hidden in his serious expression to match.
“Again, tonight?” he asks, voice husky.
“Y-yeah,” Ken responds. He kisses Kazutoshi, who returns the favor immediately. Do strange tentacle creatures accept gifts for wingmanship? He hopes so.
To the kitchen they travel, anticipation evident in every breath. No one else seems to be awake. Good. This is a secret deserved to be known only by them. Its placement in the kitchen is unfortunate, but maybe it can travel to one of their dorm rooms for prime secrecy.
Once their destination is reached, they immediately strip down. Ken’s entire body feels hot, especially when his eyes land on Kazutoshi’s perfect body. His cock stands at rapt attention at the sight.
“What are you staring at?” Kazutoshi asks.
“...you?” Ken responds, furrowing his brows.
Kazutoshi blinks at him. He doesn’t understand why he’d been ogling him, Ken realizes, and that hurts him. That the most beautiful, wonderful person he’s ever seen can’t see that. He’ll have to make him see.
Kazutoshi crosses his arms over his chest self-consciously. Right. He can think that plan over later. Right now, they’re here for a much different reason.
“U-um, hello?” Ken calls out. He’s still not sure how to prompt it to come out in a not-awkward manner. No matter, though. The creature’s limbs–are they its limbs, or its whole body? Unclear–appear from the bottomless darkness, already slick with its sweet lubricant. Ken’s mouth waters.
Tentacles wrap around eager bodies. One massages Ken’s inner thigh, toned from exercise though not excessively so, with its suction cups. It feels magnificent on his skin. Smaller, thinner tentacles play with his balls. Precum is already leaking out from his tip.
Abruptly, tendrils wrap around Ken’s limbs, and he is lifted into the air; the same happens with Kazutoshi. His cock is enveloped in sweet warmth, various tentacles shifting around and causing wonderful friction that makes Ken’s hips buck forward. Kazutoshi’s legs are spread further than his, a tiny one rubbing his clit and one of normal size rubbing its head against his hole. Soon enough, it presses inside him.
A part of Ken is jealous that the tentacles have breached Kazutoshi and not him, but he has faith it’ll be his turn, soon, if what they did together this morning is anything to go by. The jealousy doesn’t last long; it can’t possibly, when Kazutoshi makes such a beautiful noise.
Ken feels empty. His hole is desperately begging to be filled. His own legs part, an invitation for the creature to fuck him as well. It doesn’t take it, instead choosing to layer more on his cock. It’s disappointing, but hard to focus on that when he feels so incredible. Any tension that may have entered his body through the day disappears as though it were never there. His eyes fall shut gently, as easy as falling asleep. He could, with the music coming from Kazutoshi’s throat, but the pleasure keeps him awake.
Kazutoshi is talkative. “Oh, yeah… fuck, this is good.” Arousal and lubricant drip down his legs. Ken wants to lick it all up.
He opens his mouth to say something, but immediately forgets as a tentacle presses down on his tongue, syrupy flavor flooding his mouth pleasantly. A part of him considers biting down on instinct as though a sweet treat were in his mouth, but he abstains out of a desire not to ruin their apparent arrangement. Injuring it would definitely anger it—that’s a stupid thought. Of course it would. This is making him dumber, he surmises, and he doesn’t necessarily mind that. He wraps his lips around it and sucks on it like he would a large cock.
“You… you look so good, Ken,” Kazutoshi says bashfully, between cries of ecstasy. Ken only groans in response, prompting the tentacle to slide further in. He thinks he’s developing a stronger sweet tooth, because he thinks this might be the best thing he ever tasted.
A tendril prods at his hole and slips in like it’s the easiest thing in the world, dripping in lubricant. Finally, Ken thinks, though his thoughts don’t stay coherent for long as it sets a quick, rough pace.
“God,” Kazutoshi groans. “You’re so…” He trails off without finishing his sentence.
Ken is almost disappointed when his mouth becomes unoccupied, but he’s unable to feel that way when the creature moves his body closer to Kazutoshi. Legs interlock. They moan into each other’s mouths, before Kazutoshi initiates a kiss, tongue exploring every inch of Ken’s mouth to taste the sweetness.
Ken feels as though he could burst as his orgasm overtakes him.
— — —
They lay together in bed that night. The sweet scent of the creature can still be smelled, and their skin is soft from being lathered in lubricant. Ken twirls a strand of Kazutoshi’s hair around his pointer finger.
“We need a name for that… thing,” Kazutoshi says, leaning into Ken. “It feels wrong calling it that, you know? It deserves a name.”
“Candy?” Ken suggests after thinking for a moment. “Because it tastes sweet, like a kind of candy.”
“That works.”