Earth Husbands (Insert Sex Scene) (Patreon)

I am rereading, and I decided I wanted out boys to reconnect before they face the rest of the universe. I'm not sure where this is going to fit, but it will fit in somewhere before they meet the rest of the aliens.

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A tentacle snuck under Max's shirt. “You are horny.” And Max was not complaining at all. 

“Lack of horns,” Rick disagreed. “But I am the man your man could smell like.”

Max snorted so hard that he had a snot backup on the brain. “You like those deodorant commercials too much.”

“I am desired as is man of muscles.” Rick raised a tentacle to mimic flexing an arm. The gesture was ridiculous when gym rats did it, and doubly so when Rick copied it, but Max had to agree with Rick’s basic conclusion. Rick was hot. Max caught that red tipped tentacle and pulled Rick closer.

“Tangle tentacles,” Rick said happily as he curled a tentacle around Max's wrist. It was funny how Max had learned to interpret tentacle positions, even in the absence of any tone of voice. The translator was still annoyingly monotone despite everything Max had done. The finger tentacles tickled across Max’s arm before Rick curled the slender tentacle around Max’s hand.

“You have beautiful tentacles to tangle.” Max hooked his heel around one of Rick’s larger tentacles and pulled it closer. Unsurprising, Rick gave a twitch-shiver of pleasure. Then Rick grabbed Max’s legs and jerked them hard enough that Max lost contact with the floor. But Rick had the physical strength to hold him, so now Max was suspended as Rick slowly spread his legs.

“You can’t get my pants off that way,” Max warned. Their sex did lead to a significant amount of torn clothing.

Rick tugged on the bottom of Max’s shirt, pushing it up. It got caught on Max’s neck, and Max’s arms were trapped in the fabric. Maybe that was an accident, maybe not. But Rick took advantage of the situation to curl around Max’s bare torso. Fingers pulled at Max’s nipple, and Max’s cock hardened.

“No fair,” Max complained, his voice muffled in his shirt.

“All advantage fair in love,” Rick countered. He pulled Max’s legs up. Max squirmed out of his shirt and grabbed at the nearest tentacle. He knew Rick was strong enough to hold him. Hell, they’d had wall sex as often as they’d had sex in a bed, but some instinctive part still made Max struggle to get his feet under him.

“You cheat,” Max said when a tentacle slid down his ass crack. 

“Happily,” Rick agreed. He popped open Max’s fly while tickling the edge of his hole and untying his shoes and tossing the shirt away. Max did appreciate a lover who could multitask.

“It’s not fair. You have too many tentacles for me to keep up with,” Max said as he reached for the thickest of Rick’s tentacles. It was shorter than the others with fatter fingers on the underside. And Max knew from experience that he could drive Rick wild by playing with it. 

Max gasped as Rick counterattacked with a quick thrust into his ass. Then the little bastard curled the end of his tentacle against Max’s prostate. Losing control of his reactions, Max arched his back and clutched at whichever limbs were closest. Rick took the opportunity to yank Max’s pants off.

“You dirty bastard,” Max said with a gasp.

Rick hesitated long enough for Max to twist around in search of that vulnerable tentacle. “I am going to turn you into a ball of twitching tentacle.”

Drawing Max close, Rick blew bubbles against Max’s stomach. “Clarify. I make you spill genetic materials prior temporally.” He pressed against Max’s prostate again, and Max writhed as tentacles held him tightly. However, he was a man on a mission, and he had to focus. He reached for the reproductive tentacle again, but another tentacle wrapped around his wrist and pulled his arm down to his side. Max was planning his counter attack when his hole started to stretch.

Max gasped. “Are you?” He swallowed the rest of his words. His hole strained as a second tentacle pressed in next to the first one. That meant Rick was still pressing a tight coil up against Max’s prostate as he pushed farther in to Max’s body. Max arched his back and gave a low moan as his body struggled to accommodate both tentacles.

“No longer mutually exclusive options. Rick problem solve winning for partner twitching.” Rick tightened his hold on Max’s thighs before giving a firm push to get more of himself into Max. max screamed in pleasure. It was like a too-hot shower, like the burn of stretching sore muscles, like the tightness at the end of a marathon. It was good so intense that it edged toward pain, and yet left Max wanting more.

“You fucking cheater,” Max gasped the words out.

“I fucking,” Rick agreed with deep and full belches. Tentacle undulated against Max’s stomach, against the backs of his legs where he was ticklish, against his trapped arm. Then Rick’s reproductive tentacle touched his nipple before curling around like a cinnamon bun on Max’s chest.

“Oh, you—” Max screamed and writhed as the suction started. Rick pulsed the pressure, sucking so hard that Max’s nipple felt like it was being pierced, something Max had been stupid enough to try at eighteen. However, that had been simple pain, and this feeling was more complex. Just when Max through he couldn’t take more, Rick gentled the motion, teasing with soft strokes.

“Yes, I.” Rick proclaimed. Even though the reproductive tentacle was within reach, Max couldn’t gather his thoughts long enough to make a grab at it. His cock was too hard for him to think about anything other than coming. Damn aliens with their damn tentacles.

The tentacle in his ass pressed farther in, a hard point of lust and need. But at the same time, Rick’s other tentacles supported Max’s body and teased with feather-light touches. The contrast left Max feeling like one giant overly exposed nerve.  

Rick curled his tentacles around Max’s fingers and wrist, and Max tightened his hand. That made Rick shiver, and Max tightened his legs around Rick’s walking tentacle. That sent a larger shiver through his body, and all his tentacles shimmied, including the two up Max’s ass.

Max lurched forward as much as he could while still wrapped in a tangle of Rick’s limbs. The movement loosened Rick’s hold over Max’s hand, and Max grabbed a tentacle the way he would a rope when trying to climb it. He circled the tentacle until it was wrapped around his forearm and then he grasped it. The move never failed to turn Rick into a mass of quivering octopus, and it didn’t fail this time. Rick pressed his mouth against Max’s shoulder and blew air. Sometimes that sound meant amusement, but when they were tangling tentacles, it had a whole different meaning.

Lust distracted Rick, and normally Max would use the momentary distraction to grab that reproductive tentacle to drive Rick crazy until he was a pile of goo. However, his ass was stuffed so full that every increased the pressure on his prostate. Rick recovered before Max could mount a counterattack or even figure out how to think straight when he was impaled.

Rick’s fingers teased the inside of Max’s thighs before moving in toward his balls.

“You’re killing me.” Max let his head fall back, and a tentacle wrapped around his neck before the red tip teased Max’s lips. At the same time, a tender touch explored his cock before a tentacle wrapped around it. Max tried to thrust, but Rick held him suspended in tentacles, with the weight of both them supported only by his walking tentacle. Max’s boyfriend was one muscled geek.

“Never kill Max. Never, never, never.” Rick whispered the words against Max’s skin. Each belch made air skitter over Max’s skin.

“Then move,” Max begged. He had lost this round, and he was willing to embrace his inner loser if Rick would just move his tentacles. At one point, Rick had been so unsure of himself. He had probably feared how a warrior would react to Rick showing off his strength, so the fact that they could have such playful competition in bed… or up against the wall, or in the lab or in the corner of the elevator… Max felt the trust between them. 

And Max would win later. He would reduce Rick to quivering limbs and then jerk off all over his red-tipped tentacles. But right now, he couldn’t focus on Rick, now when his ass was stuffed so full that he couldn’t get his brain to work.

Rick tightened his hold of Max’s cock while pushing farther up Max’s ass at the same time. 

Pleasure body slammed Max like Hulk Hogan taking out an opponent. He writhed as Rick slipped a tentacle into his mouth. The saltiness musk that was uniquely Rick filled his senses, and Max sucked on it. 

Rick quivered, and that vibration in his ass and around his cock gave Max the final push he needed. He came with a scream. Rick must have enjoyed himself too because his limbs were nearly as warm as the hot body pressed against Max’s chest. That only happened when he had really enjoyed the sex.

Rick shimmied.

“Max skilled in maximizing pleasure,” Rick said with a rumble. “Maximized skilled in maximizing pleasure. Maximized maximizing skilled in maximizing maximized pleasure.”

Max laughed. That was the nicest complement he’d had since someone called his intestines asymmetrical. “And you make me happy for stagnant water,” Max said. “I would stagnate in this sexual water every day for the rest of my life and be maximum happy.”

Rick slowly pulled his tentacles out of Max’s body. “Stagnant waters sometimes are beautiful,” Rick agreed. Max’s bare feet touched the floor. Max held on even tighter, drawing Rick into an embrace. Rick’s tentacles danced over Max’s skin, and Max held on tighter. This was perfect. He just wished he didn’t have to deal with the rest of the universe. He had his one alien and that’s all he wanted or needed. Well, except of course for the children, but Max tried very hard not to think about the children when he’d just come so hard that his brains were leaking out his cock.