Away in a Tentacle Lair

30. Leo

For the past twelve months, I have gone to bed each night next to Kai and woken up with him in my arms—except today. It’s the day after Boxing Day, and he isn't in our bed. This time last year was a life-changing moment for him—not because the curse was broken and he lost his tentacles. I’m certain falling asleep by my side has made that bearable.

Losing his spleen has been more life-changing for Kai than anything else. He isn’t so carefree any more. We still dive together, but he has to dress like all the other divers, with a wetsuit and breathing apparatus. He hasn’t been diving without me since that day, but I think I know where to find him now.

I dress enough to appear decent in a house full of Kai’s relatives and hurry to the basement. Beyond that is the little bay where their pirate ancestors unloaded stolen bounty.

Kai is standing in the cave, his bare feet in the sand.

“Morning, honey,” I call, announcing my presence.

“It’s been a year since everything changed,” he mutters.

“An amazing year. Peter has moved away to further his career as an environmental lawyer, and-”

“I meant with me. Us.”

“I know.” His spleen doesn’t just help him hold his breath by storing extra blood cells; it also helps fight infections. Kai has been extra careful when the family bring coughs and colds home from their day jobs. Kai has me, but unlike the rest of the family, he no longer has a purpose.

Other than cleaning the tanks in the house that now contain all the remaining creatures from the marine centre. Most of the sea creatures were rehomed when the centre closed, but there wasn’t much interest in the smaller fish being used as experimental stock, so they were relocated here. The octopus and seahorses in our room are delightful creatures, but the tank reminds him of how much life has changed.

“Do you know?” Kai turns to face me.

“I’m trying to be sympathetic, but I need you to tell me what you need.”

“I need to feel the sea against my skin without the wetsuit and the air tank.”

“Come on then.” I start stripping naked right in front of him.

He watches me with a mischievous smirk as I remove the last of my clothes. “Well, now I want to do other things.”

“Shut up and strip,” I warn. He does, and I take hold of his hand.

The bay is hidden away from the world, safe from prying eyes. We wade out to our waists, and Kai takes a deep breath. He drops down, disappearing under the water. His warm lips starkly contrast the cold water surrounding me, placing kisses against my thigh and across my abdomen. When his mouth envelops my cock, I hum with approval. It takes me back to our first day in this bay before I knew about the octopus curse. I miss not getting to play with his octopus form more, especially when he was mid-shift. I miss what he did on that single occasion, but I love everything else we do, and the family is happier without the curse hanging over their heads.

Kai is the best at giving head. Sucking me down to the base, he sucks and licks while holding his breath and suppressing his gag reflex. The heat is building in my cock, my hips can't resist thrusting into him, but I don't want this to finish yet. I withdraw from him, fighting his protests and eventually dragging him up into my arms.

“I was fine. Not short of breath,” Kai protests until I push him back against the rock. He lifts his legs, hooking them around my waist. We found out on one disastrous trip that salt water is not a substitute for lube, which is why I came prepared; as I prepare him, his back arches. His scar becomes visible at this angle. It's only a tiny white line a few inches under his ribs on the left. The evidence of the bullet’s exit on his back isn't so pretty, but I don't care. He is beautiful to me.

He gained the scars saving me.

I will show him how grateful I am for the rest of my life.

I push against his hole, breeching him smoothly. He grunts as my cock inches inside him until I'm deeply seated within him.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” he teases.

I lean forward, sucking and nipping the skin at his throat. His legs lock tight around me as I thrust into him, pinning him against the rock.

Smooth skin strokes my hole, sending a quiver up my spine. As the tip pushes inside, I stall, gasping.

“Kai?”

“Shhh, Christmas magic.”

I look down at the tentacles gripping my waist, watching more moving in the water.

“Christmas magic? You were here at dawn wishing for the one thing you're missing in life, which was tentacles?”

“I was more specific than that,” Kai confesses. “My tentacle in your hole.”

“Fuck me, Kai.”

He does just that, pushing inside me until he's stroking my prostate, and I can't think straight. My pelvis pistons back and forth, hunting for relief from the building just coiling inside me.

My orgasm cuts through me like white lightning. Dark spots dance before my eyes. Kai grunts and gasps lost in his own release.

“That was amazing.” I pant, barely holding myself up but managing for his sake.

“You're a secret bottom,” Kai chuckles, uncrossing his legs and taking his own weight. Beautiful legs, even if they are a little shaky.

“I would never give up being inside you.”

“But maybe once a year, you can do both.”

“You can count on it,” I promise. “I love you, Kai.”

“I do.”

“Do what? Love me too?”

“Want to marry you.”

For a moment, my smile is so wide that I fear my face might fall off. “Well, this time next year, I will enjoy calling you Kai Rowland.”

“Sorry, babe. You're marrying into the family.” He chuckles. “Leo Briareus.”

“Fine. That doesn't sound too bad.” I stop any reply with a kiss, sealing my lips around his and letting my tongue explore his mouth. Our knees buckle, and we spend the rest of the kiss submerged.

I will never match his lung capacity, but we are equal in everything, including our love for each other.

The End