
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/4720613.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Yu-Gi-Oh!_Zexal
  Relationship:
      Astral/Tsukumo_Yuuma
  Character:
      Astral_(Yu-Gi-Oh), Tsukumo_Yuuma
  Additional Tags:
      Xeno, Tentacle_Sex, Consentacles, Fluff, Post-Canon, Established
      Relationship
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-03 Words: 6653
****** Interface ******
by LittleLinor
Summary
     Sliding a tentacle around Yuuma's waist has, by now, become almost
     casual, something easy and affectionate that doesn't take much more
     thought that moving any of his other limbs.
     (I don't have a witty summary for this. It's shameless fluffy first
     time tentacle smut. Enjoy)
Notes
     Warning: this fic may cause cavities and secondhand embarrassment.
See the end of the work for more notes
Sliding a tentacle around Yuuma's waist has, by now, become almost casual,
something easy and affectionate that doesn't take much more thought that moving
any of his other limbs.
It had started, of course, with Ninety-six, who just wouldn't take his order to
keep out of sight without a last little present ("My body is modelled after
yours," he'd whispered in Astral's ear, both teasing and amused, "there's
nothing I have that you can't also use, if you'll just let yourself"), and for
a while the memory would come back to him when he tried to use them, as if
Ninety-six himself was watching and laughing at him, but over time Yuuma's
reactions and the ease with which he moves them have mostly erased the
unpleasant feeling.
Yuuma giggles when they slide against his skin and curl around his body
("ticklish," he says, as if his eyes didn't betray how happy the display of
affection makes him), and grins when they pull him up and closer, wrapping his
arms around Astral's neck.
There's something in his smile, in his easy acceptance of what Astral is, that
makes Astral's chest light and his neck heavy, emotion tightening his body
around each breath.
Thankfully, at this point, kissing has become accepted protocol for stalling
and working through overwhelming feelings for both of them, so when he does,
Yuuma only sighs and kisses him back.
He cups the back of Yuuma's head with one of his hands while his tentacles hold
the rest of his body close, and lets the fingertips of his other hand brush at
his collarbone, at the hollow at the base of his neck.
Yuuma hums into the kiss.
He's laughing when they break away, and although the happiness isn't feigned,
Astral can't help but wonder if nervousness factors in the equation.
"Hey, let me breathe," he giggles as Astral pulls back and studies his face.
"Is this too tight?"
"Huh--oh." He chuckles and shakes his head. "No, you just got me a bit
breathless there," he adds, pressing a finger to Astral's lips.
"Mmm," Astral hums, sliding more tentacles around Yuuma's legs and chest,
enjoying both the feeling of his skin and the way he stays relaxed in his hold.
"I'll be more careful."
Yuuma nods and rests his head on his shoulder. The silence isn't uncomfortable,
not with their bodies curled up together like this, but it's uncharacteristic
of Yuuma, who's usually so active and talkative.
"... Yuuma?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you still determined to do this? You seem nervous." And because he knows
Yuuma would try regardless to make him happy, he adds: "I will be perfectly
happy either way. This is enjoyable too."
To Astral's relief, Yuuma pauses to consider it.
"... no. No, I want to. I'm just..." he straightens to look back at him, an
apologetic grin on his face, "not completely sure how to go about it? You
know." He laughs a little. "It's dumb, I'm the one who offered, too..."
He's blushing, still smiling sheepishly, but rather than consider it dumb,
Astral can only consider how much courage that offer and the conversation that
followed must have taken.
There is no need for the full weight to rest on his shoulders, he thinks.
"... would you allow me to lead, then? It will be more practical anyway... and
you can still guide me."
"That... that might be a good idea, actually."
"In that case..."
He wraps a little tighter around him, actually locking his legs into place and
inching towards his shoulders, though he doesn't take hold of his arms yet.
Yuuma sighs into the sensation, but after a few seconds, his expression changes
to one of slightly confused curiosity.
"Do you have a better idea what you're doing than me?"
"I do," Astral says with a smile. "After you brought up the subject, I did some
research."
Yuuma pales, and it takes every bit of self-control Astral has not to laugh at
his face.
"Yes," he continues, unable to keep the teasing tone from his voice, "the first
results were... interesting. And somewhat impractical." He smiles more gently,
then, brushing against Yuuma's cheek in a soothing gesture, and feels Yuuma's
arms tighten around his neck in response. "I did find more serious and
informative sources later on, though. The key was focusing on how your body
works instead." Colour returns to Yuuma's cheeks, a hint of pink to match his
hair, and once more Astral has to kiss him to hold back the grip on his chest,
pressing his lips to his forehead. "Don't worry. If anything makes you
uncomfortable, I will stop."
"... I know." He sighs and bumps his forehead against Astral's shoulder. "Still
embarrassing. That stuff..."
"You sound well informed," Astral teases. "Have you been looking it up? If you
enjoyed it, I could always--"
"NO I HAVEN'T," Yuuma almost splutters, and this time Astral can't hold back a
light laugh. "... okay. I have. You can laugh at me now."
"Now why would I do that?" he asks with a smile.
"You're doing it right now."
"My apologies." He presses another kiss to Yuuma's forehead. "I'm happy.
Laughter comes easily."
Yuuma straightens to squint at him, then nods, apparently satisfied Astral is
telling him the truth, and presses their foreheads together.
"... did you enjoy it?" Astral asks again, more gently this time.
"Yes."
"I'm flattered."
"Huh?"
"Did you think about it? Doing what you saw?"
"... some of it," Yuuma admitted.
"Is that why you asked me?"
"No!" He shakes his head vigorously and looks Astral straight in the eye. "I
wanted to because it's you. I just thought of this stuff cause... well. It's a
way of doing it. So I wanted to try... with you..."
He trails off, and Astral takes a few seconds to compose himself and caress his
cheek.
"... thank you, Yuuma."
"Huh?"
"That is far beyond being flattered." He sighs a little, letting the feeling
sink in. "I'm glad... and I'll try to live up to your expectations," he adds
with a smile.
"I don't really... have expectations... or anything..." His eyes suddenly
narrow as he looks at Astral's face, and he huffs, finally understanding he was
being teased again. "Stop that and just do something."
"As you wish."
Although he could technically skip that step altogether and just reach inside
Yuuma's clothes, the way some of his tentacles are already doing with his
shirt, there's something exciting about getting to see Yuuma's skin, the way
the slim muscles of his chest move with every breath, every shift of his arms.
He pulls his own arms back, and tugs at the shirt with a free tentacle, pushing
it up Yuuma's chest.
"Raise your arms."
Yuuma lets go of his neck and rests his weight in Astral's hold. The shirt
takes a bit of tugging to move past his shoulders--inexperience, mostly--but a
second tentacle helps, and a few seconds later it's off, Astral carefully
laying it down on the windowsill while his hands reach for Yuuma's own.
Their fingers weave through each other on reflex. The sensation is warm,
familiar; it spreads through Astral's body and soothes the tingle of
apprehension in his gut. This is something they are doing together, he reminds
himself. This is an experience. Communication. There is nothing to be afraid
of.
The only failure would lie in failing to listen to each other. But that is a
lesson they learned a long time ago, and though thinking of the immediate
results still makes him uncomfortable, he would not have allowed himself around
Yuuma if there had been any doubt left in his heart that he could put him
through anything similar again.
Yuuma smiles, and Astral pulls him closer to kiss him, hands still linked. The
touch of his lips, the faint brush of his tongue still make Astral's mind and
senses reel, forever flavoured with victory and a slight sense of urgency after
having been denied touch for so long, and Astral wonders if this is what it
feels like to be intoxicated, if this is the taste of addiction. Humans
turning, falling to it makes a lot more sense when he can feel the constant
pull and satisfaction of Yuuma's presence.
He kisses slowly, carefully, excitement feeding into focus rather than haste,
and lets his senses register the entire experience: Yuuma's barely open lips
brushing against his own, Yuuma's fingers tightly woven through his own, palms
pressed together, Yuuma's body in his hold, surprisingly pliant, the whole
surface of his skin and clothes opened for Astral to touch, to wrap himself
into a mold around him, making his shape his own.
They have been one before, but this feeling of being two, separate but
together, contact rather than fusion, is pleasure and happiness of its own.
He calls Yuuma's name as he pulls away, lips barely apart, and again when Yuuma
grins and pushes forward to peck at his lips.
"Yuuma..."
"Astral~" Yuuma chants back, eyes full of laughter. "Are you having fun?"
Astral chuckles, letting the urgency settle down.
"I'm not sure 'fun' is the most accurate word... but it's definitely
enjoyable."
He tightens his hold just a little, winding his way even around Yuuma's arms,
and watches the way Yuuma's cheeks darken at the sensation, the way he tenses
slightly before relaxing.
"What about you?" he finally asks.
"I'm good."
"Just good?"
"Really good." Astral smiles in amusement, and he pouts. "Fine, give me a
moment."
Astral nods and rubs his thumbs over the backs of his hands, waiting for him to
find his words.
"... I like the whole wrapping thing. It feels good--I like when they move,
too. The not being able to move part..." he winces slightly. "Sometimes it's
kinda scary. Or frustrating. But not always in a bad way?"
Astral nods again, and almost lets go of one of his hands before remembering he
has other options. Keeping his hold, he brings the tip of one of his tentacles
to brush at the base of Yuuma's neck, tenderly, rubbing a light circle before
caressing up the front of his throat.
Yuuma bites his lip.
"And now? Is that a good or a bad way?" Astral asks.
"Good," Yuuma says, and his breath is coming a little shorter, his voice a
little lighter. "Definitely good."
His head tilts back when the tentacle brushes back down his neck, and Astral
finds himself staring, following the movements of his throat as he breathes and
swallows, once.
He wraps the tentacle around the back of Yuuma's neck and pulls him a little
closer, moving forward to meet him halfway and brush his lips against his
throat.
Yuuma gasps, hands tightening in surprise even as his head tilts back further.
"Astral--"
"Yuuma..."
He trails his lips up and to his jaw, almost, small kisses and dragging lips,
then moves to the side, tracing the junction between neck and jaw. The taste of
Yuuma's skin seems even stronger there than he's used to; he lets himself
breathe in, brush the inside of his lips to capture it, and under the tentacles
holding him, Yuuma shivers.
"Yuuma..."
His voice comes as a whisper, almost; he finds the muscle that runs from
collarbone to jaw, pulled tight with the tilt of Yuuma's head, and kisses the
spot where it sinks into his jaw, giving the lightest suck to his skin.
Under his lips, Yuuma's throat vibrates, a quiet noise escaping him, gentle
like the voice he uses sometimes, when they're alone together and the world is
quiet.
He catches his own breath and moves down, past the line of muscle and along the
taunt skin of his neck--and shudders when his lips find Yuuma's pulse. He's
always felt it, of course; Yuuma's heartbeat has always been a warm, anchoring
background to his life in the human world, but feeling it like this, directly
against his lips, its slightly erratic beat pressing against him--it's him who
gasps and loses control of his voice, letting out an inarticulate mess of a
vowel as he kisses Yuuma's pulse with more tenderness and insistence than he
ever has.
Yuuma lets out a shaky breath.
"Astral--"
"I love you." He takes in a deep breath, finds it shaking, hides his face
further into Yuuma's neck. "I love you, Yuuma."
Yuuma gasps, and once again there's a shiver along his skin that Astral can
feel, wrapped around him as he is. His head relaxes, then, leaning against
Astral's hair as he takes a slow, deep breath.
"I know."
With his face nestled in Yuuma's neck and Yuuma's slow breath soothing him,
some of the urgency bleeds away. Yuuma's pulse keeps beating, strong and
vibrant against his lips, but it anchors him now, and he takes a moment to
close his eyes and let its beat reverberate through his body.
Yuuma's heart. Yuuma's life. He kisses it again, slow and open-lipped, taking
his time to feel it speed up against his mouth and tongue.
A breath from Yuuma and he pulls back, pulling himself up to look at Yuuma's
face.
It's flushed, the skin of his cheeks radiating with faint heat, and Astral
reaches to caress them, keeping his grip on Yuuma's hands tight.Yuuma sighs and
leans into the touch, his eyes closing.
"Yuuma," Astral whispers, moving a bit closer.
His eyes open again.
"Mmm?"
He hovers close, looking into them. The red of his irises is reduced to a thin,
striking line around his dilated pupils, the contrast making it stand out even
more. There's a dampness to them that makes them shine, too, and he has to
remind himself not to touch.
"... Astral?"
"Yes?"
"What are you doing?"
"Your eyes." That's not a proper answer, he realises before Yuuma can ask, and
he explains further: "I like watching them. Their reaction is different even
compared to when I kiss you."
His eyelids flutter in response, as if battling the urge to close, and for a
second his eyes look down, before moving back up again, looking back at Astral
with a mixture of vulnerability and determination.
"They really are beautiful," he murmurs. "I never quite had the time to examine
them, back when we were hunting the numbers."
"You wanted to?"
"It wasn't anything big, but it was somewhat frustrating. I did get to look at
you at leisure, but your eyes were always closed." He chuckles as Yuuma blushes
further. "Although it would have defeated the point. Their actual beauty lies
in their expressiveness. It's best to catch them in movement."
"Astral!"
Astral tilts his head sideways in a show of innocence.
"Yes?"
Yuuma's hands twitch in his own, like he's trying to use them, and when they
stay firmly in Astral's grasp he lets out a pouty whine, dropping his head
forward against Astral's forehead.
"You're embarassing."
"Why are you embarassed? I mean every word."
"I know but..." He stays silent for a few seconds, then speaks again, more
quietly. "... you do? It's not just to tease me?"
"Of course I do. Do I usually lie?"
"Well you did once." He pulls back, smiles faintly. "... thanks."
"I speak only the truth." Yuuma chuckles, and he continues. "... if it helps...
It is still hard for me sometimes... to see myself the way you see me. So
consider this your reminder."
"... mmm," Yuuma hums.
Tightening his grip on Yuuma's limbs while freeing his chest somewhat, Astral
moves down to kiss the base of his throat, before moving down his sternum,
nuzzling the newly exposed skin.
"And this another one."
The shiver that runs down Yuuma's skin feels like it bleeds into Astral
himself, running along his arms and chest as he presses his body closer to
Yuuma's, lifting him up a little. Yuuma gasps, then hums as Astral's lips move
down--slightly off-axis, to follow the barely tangible curve of a rib, and then
down into the hollow under it.
His arms make the position slightly awkward, so he circles them around Yuuma's
waist instead, gently guiding Yuuma's hands along.
Yuuma's breath picks up instantly, his chest moving like a flutter against
Astral's face.
"Is that all right?" he asks, caressing Yuuma's cheek again.
Yuuma's voice comes breathy, barely above a whisper.
"Yes."
The lightness in Yuuma's voice feeds into his own dizziness; he pulls his lips
down to the next rib and gives the gentlest suck, far too light to leave a
trace. Yuuma's skin tastes somewhat different, there, less heavy and salty; the
impression on his tongue is as much one of texture as of taste. But the shape,
once he starts moving again, keeps presenting him with new things to
experience: new angles, wider gaps, and small irregularities on Yuuma's skin,
testament to a childhood spent taking risks and to the battles they shared.
He moves past Yuuma's ribcage and down to his stomach and Yuuma's voice rises,
much higher and quieter than Astral's used to, the muscles of his stomach
clenching and quivering.
Astral sucks again, and Yuuma whimpers.
"Yuuma?" he asks quietly, leaving a breath of distance between his face and
Yuuma's skin.
Yuuma doesn't answer, pants voicelessly instead, but his hands tighten on
Astral's own, fingers rubbing just slightly, and Astral tentatively takes it as
encouragement.
Again, he sucks gently at the skin, spurred further by the way Yuuma shifts in
his hold, not quite squirming but still unable to keep completely still. His
breath catches with every movement on Astral's mouth on his skin, and after
several kisses down his stomach that end with what is very definitely a moan
from Yuuma, Astral finds himself nuzzling him, pressing his nose and forehead
against his stomach and smiling widely despite himself.
Yuuma pants, takes a moment to catch his breath, and finally pants out: "You
having fun down there?"
"Very," Astral replies, and he doesn't even try to hide the smile on his face
as he looks up at him. "Your stomach seems to be sensitive."
"Seems, Yuuma grumbles with a roll of his eyes, and Astral can only laugh
again.
"Playing with you in this way," he starts, kissing his stomach again, "is
extremely enjoyable..." He moves towards Yuuma's waist and shifts his coils on
him so he can kiss where the lines of his chest and hip meet, and Yuuma lets
out a short, unvoluntary whimper, "...and quite intoxicating."
"Aah--I... I can... see that..."
Astral smiles and moves back, towards his navel, letting his bottom lip dip
inside it faintly.
"... still fascinated by them, huh?" Yuuma pants quietly.
"Yes. They're an interesting detail. A compulsory scar is..." He searches for
the right word, then decides there are other priorities at hand.
Yuuma's navel, he finds out, will follow the drag of his lips and tongue
slightly, the folds of skin more flexible than it would seem at first glance.
He wonders, shortly, what it might be like to be connected to someone through
this, to grow up knowing you had once carried an organ that fed you and linked
you to another person and now only exists as a scar.
He wonders what it might mean, to birth another person.
"... I am glad you were born, Yuuma."
"H-huh?" Yuuma's voice sounds dazed, and it takes him a while to blink himself
into focus and look down at Astral. "What's making you say that all of a
sudden?"
"Nothing important." His arms around Yuuma's waist tighten a little, and so do
his fingers in Yuuma's hands. "I was merely reflecting on things... but I am
grateful. That you were born... that you were allowed to grow... I wish I had
been there to witness it." To see the person he loves discover the world and
himself, find his courage and happiness even in the face of pain. To see wonder
in his eyes. To watch over him, keep him from being hurt.
The thought wakes a bittersweet yearning in him, thinking of all the things
about Yuuma that he missed.
"... you're here now. You can witness the rest."
"I can." He presses his face into Yuuma's stomach and chest, lets himself be
swallowed in his presence and existence and warmth.
"... and anyway, I'd have driven you mad as a kid," Yuuma jokes, although his
voice tells Astral that he's more flustered than he tries to let on.
Astral laughs.
"Your antics are surprisingly endearing."
"'Surprisingly'?" Yuuma pouts.
Astral kisses his skin again instead of answering.
He's started moving towards Yuuma's waist again when Yuuma, breath picking up
again, calls out.
"Astral--"
"Hm?"
"... not to interrupt, but..."
Abandoning his current spot for now, Astral moves back up to face level,
lowering Yuuma's body slightly.
"What is it?"
He's biting his lip slightly, and it only enhances Astral's curiosity.
"...I like what you're doing right now--really! I really like it--but--"
"Yuuma."
Yuuma gulps and nods and goes on.
"... Weren't those tentacles going to go somewhere?" He's blushing intensely by
now, and his eyes dart away for a second before he mumbles: "You're... really
getting me worked up..."
It takes a few moments for Astral to piece together the implied invitation in
Yuuma's words, but when he does, they bring a wave of protective fondness in
his chest.
He presses closer to Yuuma and kisses him again, on the lips this time, short
and gentle.
"You only need to ask."
Transferring most of his coils from Yuuma's legs to his upper body could have
taken a couple of seconds, but Astral takes his time doing it, wrapping and
unwrapping and sliding up Yuuma's body slowly. Yuuma's blush only darkens when
his legs are freed, but he doesn't seem to be uncomfortable about it, so Astral
just keeps their hands joined as reassurance and his eyes on Yuuma's face to
monitor him as two of his tentacles work on undoing and pulling down his
trousers, then underwear.
Yuuma's genitals have already hardened and straightened, he notes, and the
trend only continues as he wraps back around his legs--and teases a coil around
his erection.
Yuuma's eyes widen in surprise and he bites down a small yelp, unsuccessfully.
"Is that what you meant by 'getting you worked up,' Yuuma?"
"Y-that's part of it," he gasps.
"You can tell me if something is too intense or frustrating, Yuuma," Astral
reminds him gently. "I have no frame of reference of my own."
"Well yeah but what you were doing was nice."
The admission pleases him, a mixture of satisfaction and tenderness settling in
him as a smile slips on his face.
"Is that so?" He kisses Yuuma's cheek and hums near his ear, "I'm glad."
"Well yeah--hnn" He lets out a panting breath before continuing, a slight whine
to his voice. "Astral, c'mon, please."
Astral's face heats up, and for what's probably the first time in his life, he
thinks he might actually be blushing.
The way Yuuma's eyes widen only confirms it.
"I--yes." He reaches towards the trunk for the lubricant he had convinced Yuuma
to buy despite his embarrassment, but the stammered words do little to get
Yuuma off his case.
"... you're blushing."
"It seems so."
"I didn't know you could blush."
"Neither did I."
Yuuma keeps staring at him as he busies himself with uncapping the bottle and
trying to get a reasonable amount on another of his tentacles by looking over
Yuuma's shoulder for better coordination.
"... wow," he finally says.
Astral laughs, though it only makes the reaction stronger.
"Is it that surprising?"
"Kinda." He chuckles, and then bites down a moan when the movement creates new
friction between him and Astral's tentacles wrapped around him. "It's weird,
but... it looks good on you, actually."
"Thank you," Astral answers, almost laughing again. Instead, he puts down the
bottle of lubricant and uses the free limb to slide between the two halves of
Yuuma's behind, spreading them slightly before pressing gently with the
lubricated one. "How does it feel?"
Yuuma shudders.
"Cold--does it warm up when you use it?"
"It should at your contact, I think."
He spreads it gently, massaging where Yuuma's muscles dip in, and Yuuma
eventually gives a more comfortable sigh, leaning forward in his hold a little.
"Is that better?"
"Yeah."
Penetration, from what he's read (and trusted), is at least as much a matter of
patience as of technique, so Astral takes his time. It's not hard to do,
anyway; there's too much to experience and enjoy and file away in his memory:
the strange slickness of Yuuma's lubricated skin, the increasing warmth as he
edges deeper, the way his tense muscles slowly, slowly relax and make way for
him. Yuuma's shaky breath in his ear, his fingers gripping his hands tightly.
The whole experience makes him want to tighten his own hold, grip Yuuma more
closely and securely, a deep, possessive urge that makes him kiss Yuuma's neck
instead, dragging his lips against his pulse just to hear his voice again.
Almost abruptly, he stops encountering new resistance, and Yuuma moans and
tenses as Astral slides in deeper, Yuuma's flesh widening around him.
It's warm, warmer than even Yuuma's mouth, and he wants to feel every little
part of it.
When he moves back from Yuuma's neck to look at his face, he finds it more
tense than he'd like.
"Yuuma?"
"A--Astral--"
His voice is strained, too, and it makes Astral frown slightly, stopping all
movement inside him to caress his cheek instead.
"Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?"
"N--no, I just--" He pants slightly and blinks his eyes, as if to regain focus.
"My arms... can you let go?"
"Oh... of course."
He releases Yuuma's arms, both from his hands and from the tentacles coiled
around them, and with a deep, relieved sigh, Yuuma pulls them back forward and
wraps them around Astral's neck, pulling himself close.
It stuns him a little, the affection mixed in with desperation, and he silently
wraps his own arms around Yuuma's back, hugging him as tightly as he can.
"... much better," Yuuma breathes out after a few moments, nuzzling Astral's
neck, and his voice sounds a lot more like the Yuuma he knows.
It makes Astral smile.
"Did I overwhelm you?"
"A bit." He shifts slightly, lets out a gasp and curls himself more snugly
against Astral's shoulder. "I'm fine now, you can keep doing--whatever you were
doing."
"Mmm." Astral curls the tip of his tentacle inside him, stretching the walls
apart a little, and Yuuma gasps again. "Please tell me what you like or don't
like."
"Y-yeah, I'll do th--aaaaa--" he dissolves into when Astral presses forward,
closer to his pelvis and Astral's body.
Emboldened by his reaction, Astral pulls more of himself inside him and presses
again, dragging along the wall as he does.
Yuuma's moan is definitely closer to a whine this time, and his fingers clench
against Astral's back.
"Is that good," Astral asks, not bothering to hide the amusement and
fascination in his voice.
"Stop teasing me--yes," Yuuma admits, pouting slightly, "yes, it's good, do it
again."
Astral smiles and obeys, rubbing gently up and down inside him, making him gasp
when he pushes deeper and then moan when he pulls down, slowly pressing
forward. He's soft inside, almost like the inside of his cheeks, but almost
even more delicate, and it makes the need for lubrication evident--tearing
would be all too easy. But the heat--it's the actual heat of Yuuma's body, to
be felt directly with no skin in between, and it makes him shiver with
excitement.
Yuuma's voice grows more quiet but regular, small moans coming out with no
restraint and almost no tension as Astral keeps caressing inside him.
"... hey Astral," he breathes out after a while, gently rubbing his fingers
into Astral's back.
Astral slows down.
"Yes?"
"Is... is it fun for you too? I mean, it feels nice for me, but what about you-
-you're not just doing it for me right?"
Astral moves back slightly to look at him.
"Does my enthusiasm not make it obvious?"
"Well--kinda but--you're always enthusiastic when it comes to me, so... just
wanted to make sure." He looks down. "I want it to be nice for you too, so..."
"Yuuma."
"Hm?"
"Even if I was doing it only for you, it would be satisfaction of its own. But
no," he adds with a smile, "it's enjoyable in its own right. I am... excited,
very much so," and to illustrate, he presses deep inside him again, making
Yuuma gasp and cling closer to him. "Getting to touch you like this, all of
you, inside and out... it's addicting, and it makes me want to go further."
Yuuma blushes at his words, but after looking away for a second, his eyes come
back with a mixture of playfulness and determination.
"Well if you're really going for everywhere, I think you're missing a spot."
Astral blinks.
"Did I?"
"Uh-huh."
Yuuma grins, then turns his head a little, reaching for the tentacle that had
been caressing his face less than a minute before and stretching his neck to
leave a small but open kiss to it, his eyes never leaving Astral.
It only takes him a second to get where Yuuma is headed.
"... Yuuma, are you sure?" If he was overwhelmed before, then surely this
would...
"Yeah I'm sure. I mean, it's a bit scary but I want to and-- Kattobingu,
y'know?"
The familiar courage and curiosity twist and melt inside Astral's chest, a
reminder of exactly why he's so enamoured with this hurricane of a human.
"... Kattobingu," he finally agrees, pressing a kiss to his lips before doing
anything else. "... if you need me to pull back, just shake your head."
"Yeah," Yuuma answers with a grin.
He slides past Yuuma's lips and into his mouth, pressing against his tongue,
and Yuuma closes his eyes with a pleased shudder.
It's like a kiss, in its own way, although this allows more freedom and range
than Astral's tongue would. He brushes up Yuuma's tongue, along his palate,
against the insides of his cheeks, gently circling around his tongue when it
moves with him, a most affectionate of kisses fuelled by exploration. It's not
the first time they've tried this, but he never tires of the way Yuuma answers
him, or of the shape and expression his lips and face take, a strange mixture
of fluster, excitement and relaxation. And combined with the rest...
Slowly, carefully, he starts moving his other tentacle inside him again, and
Yuuma's back curls, his voice rising in a moan before he opens his eyes in what
Astral thinks is a very deliberate gesture.
Encouragement, then. He twists more of himself inside him, taking up more of
the available space, and moves again, keeping his eyes on Yuuma's face.
Yuuma's entire body is reacting now, muscles shifting in Astral's hold, spine
curling and uncurling, but his face is the most fascinating of it all. His
eyelids flutter as he battles to keep his eyes on Astral's own, eyebrows
contracting here and there before moving back up, pulled almost to their limit.
The features of relaxation, but pushed to a striking extreme, and Astral
watches the movement of his eyelashes as he keeps moving inside him, the way
his mouth moves with a moan before settling back around Astral, the deepening
colour of his cheeks, the slight beading of sweat on his brow. His tongue has
lost its coordination, he notes, and he uses the chance to move it more,
nudging it around Yuuma's mouth with no resistance.
It makes the dampness of his mouth heighten, allowing it to slide easily, but
it's Astral who shudders when Yuuma closes his eyes and leans into it, as if to
press more of Astral into him.
"Yuuma," he whispers, bringing a shaking hand to cradle the back of Yuuma's
head. "Yuuma..."
Yuuma's only answer is a light hum, his breath short and hurried as it leaves
through his nose and breaks against Astral in his mouth. His shoulders are
pulled down, and his hips, held as they are, still shift slightly to meet
Astral's movements.
Astral's tentacle inside him curls on itself, stretching him around it, and he
shudders and hunches his shoulders a little before taking it in stride, humming
again to disperse the feeling even as he starts trembling with the renewed
movement.
Kattobingu, comes his voice inside Astral's mind, and he thinks Yuuma powering
himself through all these sensations is one of the most beautiful and
fascinating things he's ever seen.
It's all his fire and will and resilience brought together, the endearing
strength of his personality, displayed in a sensual experience, and it's better
than the first time Astral ever experienced the taste and texture of food.
"Yuuma," he murmurs again, rubbing fingers into his hair and his tentacle
against his tongue, and a part of him whispers that he could do more, that he
is flexible enough to sink and twist deeper inside his lower body, and wouldn't
it be lovely to see him react to that, but Yuuma's already trembling and
they're already doing so much, he suddenly realises, for a first attempt, and
really, this is enough. There's enough to see, enough to feel, just with this,
and Yuuma's face and voice lost in pleasure are the best part of it all.
"Yuuma," he breathes out, watching him and caressing the back of his neck. "My
Yuuma," he whispers even more quietly, tenderly, and he thinks that even
through the rest of his shifting expressions, the corners of Yuuma's mouth turn
up a bit, his closed eyelids fluttering once and relaxing.
He reaches upward and kisses Yuuma's forehead, taking the time to appreciate
the sensation before moving back down to face him.
"I love you," he whispers, again, not for his own sake this time but for
Yuuma's, so there can be no doubt left in his mind about how precious he is to
him.
Under his hands, Yuuma shivers.
Feeling strangely content, Astral returns to his observation of Yuuma's face,
but there's a slight strain growing there, not yet overwhelming but still
visible. He reaches to caress the tension away from his brow, but it comes
right back, Yuuma's breath a bit harsher against him.
Pushing himself past the normal limits of his endurance, in typical Yuuma
fashion.
Astral caresses his face again and wraps a tentacle around his erection again,
smiling in fond amusement when Yuuma moans and instinctively moves into it.
"Yuuma," he hums happily. Yuuma opens his eyes, then looks away, faint noises
still coming from his throat. "Should I--" Should I pull out would potentially
mix messages with the signal they had agreed upon, he realises, so he just
slightly pulls out of Yuuma's mouth and waits for him to register it before
asking instead: "Do you want me to stay?"
Yuuma nods, then moans when Astral starts gently working the coils around his
erection, his eyes fluttering and finally settling back on Astral's own.
It's an awe-inspiring sight, Yuuma's intense gaze right on him, the dark red of
his irises shining with determination as the rest of his face is shaped by
pleasure, his tongue weakly pressing against Astral. It makes Astral's entire
body feel like it's pulsing, and he wants nothing more than to keep his eyes on
Yuuma's face as long as he can.
It barely lasts a few moments; before long, Yuuma's eyes close again and he
tenses, his breath spiralling out of control before he finally ejaculates,
splattering Astral's stomach.
His shoulders hunch as Astral stops moving inside him, and he takes quick
breaths through his nose--then a deep one, through his mouth--and abruptly
starts coughing.
"Yuuma!"
He releases some of the tension on Yuuma's chest while keeping him secured,
trying to fight off panic as Yuuma keeps coughing, tightening the grip of his
arms and pressing his face in Astral's shoulder.
"Yuuma, are you all right?"
"I'm--" He coughs again, then swallows and takes several deep breaths. "I'm all
right. I choked on--spit--so dumb..."
Astral's fear recedes, and he lets out a relieved sigh before massaging Yuuma's
back.
"I'm sorry."
"Huh? It's--not your fault."
"That's arguable. The reason there was enough for you to choke on--"
"I asked, dummy." He huffs and hides further in Astral's neck, letting his
breathing slowly go back to a normal rhythm.
The moment feels, somehow, almost more intimate than what came before it, and
Astral savours it, closing his eyes and focusing his senses on the slow evening
out of Yuuma's breath and pulse.
After a couple of minutes, Yuuma lets out a deep sigh.
"Are you all right?" Astral asks.
"Yeah."
"... was it good enough?" he finally asks, a sliver of doubt surfacing.
Yuuma chuckles.
"Aside from the choking? Yeah. It was nice." He pushes himself up from Astral's
shoulder and moves in for a kiss, making full use of his free arms to hold
Astral's head and comb through his hair. "Really, really nice."
Astral smiles, and hopes he isn't blushing again.
Yuuma answers with a tired grin, and he's even less sure he isn't blushing than
before.
"... I'll pull out," he says instead. "Hold on."
Carefully, he unwinds the twisted tentacle and pulls it back, out of Yuuma and
towards him. Yuuma winces.
"Did that hurt?"
"It was fine while you were doing it, but a bit sore on the way out."
"I could go back, if that helps," Astral teases, and Yuuma chuckles and punches
his shoulder.
"Stop that."
His weight rests relaxed in Astral's hold, and it takes him a moment to realise
that lying down might be a more optimal position for him to recover.
"Yuuma."
"Mm?"
"Maybe we should lie down?"
"Oh--yeah." He nods, but then stops, his eyes skipping away for a second.
"Astral, don't you need to--y'know--clean?"
"Oh, this?" The box of tissues on Yuuma's desk would have been out of reach had
he been human, but Astral pulls out two without any trouble, not moving from
his spot. "It won't take long," he adds, wiping at his stomach and covering the
tentacle that was still smeared with lubricant, retracting it and leaving any
traces on the tissue.
"... that's cheating," Yuuma pouts mockingly in response to Astral's smug
smile.
"I didn't want to waste time on this," he answers. "Where do you want to rest?
Your bed is closer, but I can carry you up if the hammock is more comfortable."
"Huuuuuh--hammock."
"All right."
He keeps his hold secure as Yuuma links his arms around his neck again, and
floats up the hole leading to his attic room, picking up Yuuma's discarded
clothes to bring with them.
The late afternoon sun coming through the window tints the room with pinks and
reds, and it reminds him of Yuuma's eyes again, of his darkened cheeks, of all
the vibrancy of colour that characterises him always; it feels both quiet and
fitting, like the entire room is resonating with the soft, happy glow Yuuma
seems to be radiating. It feels warm and comfortable, and when he's carefully
laid Yuuma down into his hammock and unwrapped himself from around him, Astral
decides to curl up against him to bask in it.
Yuuma smiles and takes his hand.
"Staying here?"
"Yes."
"Good." He rests his head against Astral's shoulder. "We totally need to do
this again someday. I gotta learn to control my breathing better."
Astral laughs silently.
"I'm glad it lived up to your expectations."
"I told you, I didn't have expectations!"
"Did you now," Astral hums, tracing his lips with a finger.
Yuuma blushes and huffs and pulls him in for a kiss to silence him, but Astral
can't quite find it in him to complain.
End Notes
     (a couple of years later, Yuuma plays Never Have I Ever with new
     friends and regrets his life choices)
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