“I…I do not have a tentacle kink!” Desmond yelped, voice going higher pitched and face bright red. So maybe he’d been curious about tendrils and happened upon some…..interesting stuff on the internet but so far they’d just snuggled him and been fun wriggly things to play with and feed truffles. “I….it’s….I mean, maybe a little….b-but you can’t blame me for being curious, I’ve never seen stuff like that before.”
His cheeks only flushed darker as one tendril caressed his lip and over the scar, shivering and fidgeting with his hands, still self-conscious about the scar. Though having Alex pay attention to it like this was….nice. Made it feel more okay and less horrifyingly ugly. “I guess I like um….being restrained? Nothing hardcore, just….more the comfort of being held down and all nice and snug beneath someone. And I’ve always wanted to try…” he squirmed a bit, embarrassed by the conversation. “M-Maybe roleplaying a little? I…I kinda have to have sex before I can know what I like about it.” he snorted, rolling his eyes. “I’ve done oral and kissing before and fumbled my way through a few handjobs but otherwise I’m as clueless as a-….I was going to say ‘virus’ but you’ve got all the memories, you probably know the damn karma sutra at this point.”
Desmond slumped in relief when Alex came back to his senses, still casting worried glances at him, the tendrils around his arm helping to reassure him. He knew it was silly to think he’d hurt Alex via back massage but it was difficult to gauge reactions from the other when the other was a heap of goop and tendrils and whatever else the hell he really must look like. And now Des would try not to giggle at the mental image of SillyPutty!Alex and how squishy he’d be.
He blinked at the rumble, biting his lip to keep from making a cat comment and doing as Alex asked, pressing back down on the area and kneading down his back, working out any kinks or knots he found. There was one area on his back in the lower center that felt….huh. Like there was a mass of connecting tendrils beneath the skin or a knot or something. Desmond rubbed at it, determined to try and turn Alex into a happy goop puddle and help him relax for once.
“Alex Mercer, felled by nefarious fingers.” he laughed, really working on that one spot and concentrating, curious as to whether the virus would respond and how. “Tell me where it feels good and bad so I know, don’t wanna accidentally press down on a “time to eat” point or something.” he joked, playfully poking at the base of his neck and massaging his shoulders. “The longer I massage you the longer I get to put off going outside and getting groceries so just kept on relaxing, it’s snowing outside.”
"Restrained, huh?" Alex smirked. "I can do that." Happily, even. He rather loved wrapping himself around Desmond and soaking in his living warmth; even though his core temperature was back to feverish, something about being curled against Desmond, feeling his pulse, hearing his breath, was ... not hunger inducing, as it was was with other humans, but... engrossing, something he could watch for hours at a time. He should probably be worried at the change, he should definitely seek out his doctor to see if it was something to panic about, but he really couldn't bring himself to care.
"Roleplay too, anyone you want." That wasn't something he was interested in, but if Desmond wanted it, he'd get it. Maybe it'd even be fun to use his disguises like that. Maybe... he should track down that asshole who gave Desmond his impressive scar later. Just in case.
The massage was lovely, right until Desmond hit his lower back. Groaning, he arched back into the touch, eyes fluttering closed. He hadn't thought that his feeder tendrils remained so close to the surface, but that felt incredible and so very not relaxing. "F-fuck," he rasped as Desmond turned his horribly wonderful attention towards other spots. "Both, I think."
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