[pornmas] day 3.
365 Gay Sharks
Day 337, Word Count: 561
Theme: December; Faith, Trust and Pixie Dust
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
Summary: Tentacles and ink jizz.
Fandom/Pairings: TSN RPF; Andrew/Jesse
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: I blame and and and and YOU KNOW WHAT? I BLAME EVERYONE! For the record: I spent so much time muddling through the biology of octagons and then I said fuck it and wrote some porn. That sentence will make more sense once you read this, I think. Today's soundtrack is Tentacles from A Very Scary Solstice.
Disclaimer: All of this is true except for the bits I made up with is all of it.
our little hideaway beneath the waves
Jesse is a horrible human being.
No, no. That's not it. Jesse is a beautiful human being who has this horrible and teasing side to him that Andrew doesn't know about until the first time Jesse has him pinned to the bed and is licking his way into Andrew's mouth. Andrew tries to protest, because there's certain considerations and it's just. He hasn't.
But then Jesse's tugging his pants down and oh. It's been such a long time since he's been with someone who has taken in the tentacles calmly. Jesse presses kisses to the tip of one and smiles as they feel out his face and parts his lips for them when they want to enter and oh. It's the most beautiful thing that Andrew has ever seen. Jesse had said he didn't mind, but Andrew had been skeptical because, well.
Yes, Homo Octopoda (colloquially known as octagons, octohumans, tentacledickers, et cetera) were a more common and less ostracized group than they used to be, but Andrew remembers that not so long ago having the little blue octagon on your id card was a reason for scorn and derision. He remembers being held down and having octagons drawn in permanent marker on his forehead. He wants to say that he hasn't become distrustful of people, that he really believed someone could be okay with it, but he'd been afraid.
So no, Jesse's not a horrible human being it's just that Andrew's never had someone who took to what he is so well. He'll suck on the tentacles and let them explore his body, hiding his face in the crook of Andrew's neck when he's got them up his ass, twined together and slippery, but oh. Oh, he can be a horrible tease like he is at the moment.
Jesse's lips are stained black by the ink (it's one of the things that people generally find distasteful about octagons) as he pulls off of Andrew. He swishes the contents of his mouth around and sucks a finger into his mouth. Andrew's about to ask what Jesse's doing when Jesse pulls his finger back out, now coated with slightly mucus-y black pigment. He's transfixed by the sight until Jesse touches his fingertip to the plane of Andrew's stomach and begins writing. Andrew can't read it, can't tell what letters are being written, and Jesse's not saying anything, focused and occasionally dipping his finger back into his mouth for more ink. Andrew watches, unable to take his eyes away from the way Jesse is focused on what he's doing, whisper-light touches making Andrew's breath hitch. He swallows just as Jesse finishes and looks up, catching his eye. Jesse smirks.
"We would be so happy you and me," Jesse says quietly, "No one there to tell us what to do. I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus' garden with you."
"Come here," Andrew murmurs, "Come here and stop being so perfect."
There's the start of a protest on Jesse's tongue, but Andrew shifts, bringing Jesse forward until he can crush their lips together and wrap his fingers around him until Jesse is shaking apart. He can taste himself on Jesse's tongue and he can feel where the writing is drying onto his skin and okay.
Jesse is the loveliest human being that Andrew knows and Andrew loves him more than anything.
(ps: if you're late to the party/just want more porn, go check out the pornmas advent calendar/masterlist.)
Day 337, Word Count: 561
Theme: December; Faith, Trust and Pixie Dust
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
Summary: Tentacles and ink jizz.
Fandom/Pairings: TSN RPF; Andrew/Jesse
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: I blame and and and and YOU KNOW WHAT? I BLAME EVERYONE! For the record: I spent so much time muddling through the biology of octagons and then I said fuck it and wrote some porn. That sentence will make more sense once you read this, I think. Today's soundtrack is Tentacles from A Very Scary Solstice.
Disclaimer: All of this is true except for the bits I made up with is all of it.
our little hideaway beneath the waves
Jesse is a horrible human being.
No, no. That's not it. Jesse is a beautiful human being who has this horrible and teasing side to him that Andrew doesn't know about until the first time Jesse has him pinned to the bed and is licking his way into Andrew's mouth. Andrew tries to protest, because there's certain considerations and it's just. He hasn't.
But then Jesse's tugging his pants down and oh. It's been such a long time since he's been with someone who has taken in the tentacles calmly. Jesse presses kisses to the tip of one and smiles as they feel out his face and parts his lips for them when they want to enter and oh. It's the most beautiful thing that Andrew has ever seen. Jesse had said he didn't mind, but Andrew had been skeptical because, well.
Yes, Homo Octopoda (colloquially known as octagons, octohumans, tentacledickers, et cetera) were a more common and less ostracized group than they used to be, but Andrew remembers that not so long ago having the little blue octagon on your id card was a reason for scorn and derision. He remembers being held down and having octagons drawn in permanent marker on his forehead. He wants to say that he hasn't become distrustful of people, that he really believed someone could be okay with it, but he'd been afraid.
So no, Jesse's not a horrible human being it's just that Andrew's never had someone who took to what he is so well. He'll suck on the tentacles and let them explore his body, hiding his face in the crook of Andrew's neck when he's got them up his ass, twined together and slippery, but oh. Oh, he can be a horrible tease like he is at the moment.
Jesse's lips are stained black by the ink (it's one of the things that people generally find distasteful about octagons) as he pulls off of Andrew. He swishes the contents of his mouth around and sucks a finger into his mouth. Andrew's about to ask what Jesse's doing when Jesse pulls his finger back out, now coated with slightly mucus-y black pigment. He's transfixed by the sight until Jesse touches his fingertip to the plane of Andrew's stomach and begins writing. Andrew can't read it, can't tell what letters are being written, and Jesse's not saying anything, focused and occasionally dipping his finger back into his mouth for more ink. Andrew watches, unable to take his eyes away from the way Jesse is focused on what he's doing, whisper-light touches making Andrew's breath hitch. He swallows just as Jesse finishes and looks up, catching his eye. Jesse smirks.
"We would be so happy you and me," Jesse says quietly, "No one there to tell us what to do. I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus' garden with you."
"Come here," Andrew murmurs, "Come here and stop being so perfect."
There's the start of a protest on Jesse's tongue, but Andrew shifts, bringing Jesse forward until he can crush their lips together and wrap his fingers around him until Jesse is shaking apart. He can taste himself on Jesse's tongue and he can feel where the writing is drying onto his skin and okay.
Jesse is the loveliest human being that Andrew knows and Andrew loves him more than anything.
(ps: if you're late to the party/just want more porn, go check out the pornmas advent calendar/masterlist.)