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Octavio groaned as he felt the sun hit his face. Turn around, turn around, hide under the covers…
Whoa those covers are scratchier than normal…
Wait a second.
This felt like Craigs bed.
He didn’t fall asleep in Craig's bed.
He’s pretty sure he fell asleep in his own bed. After a meeting. Dead tired.
Did… Did he get fyked so hard by Craig he forgot a whole day? It didn’t seem like that was a thing that was possible.
Besides, he didn’t feel any Craig next to him.
So, begrudgingly, Octavio Takowasa opened his eyes. In the treehouse.
Not his own bed.
He sat up, letting the covers fall away, looking around for any sign of life besides him.
No Craig. No clothes on the floor. No food smells, no body next to him.
“Craig?” He called out, looking around. No answer.
He pulled away the covers, getting his legs out of the bed. Legs which didn’t feel sore.
That was unusual. If he was fyked so hard he forgot, why would he not be sore? It’s impossible to fyke Craig so hard he himself would forget..
He stumbled up, everything seeming slightly shorter than usual, as he dragged his hand over his face.
Hand.
Hand which was a different color than his. Hand that was rougher than his.
Hand which was Craig shaped.
What. The. Fyke.
He scrambled for the mirror watching a frantic Craig come into view. A Craig which had his eyes wide like him. A Craig that waved his hand at the same time as him.
What. The. Fyke .
He very, very much wanted to scream. And such he did.
“What the actual?!-”
Okay, okay, calm down. How could this have happened?
Well shell if he knew, He just went to sleep and woke up like this! He did nothing to warrant this!
Okay, maybe the wrong question to ask. How to fix this?
Well, if he knew that, he would be doing it!! He didn’t know!! He didn’t know! He was stuck, he was stuck, while Craig was in his body.
Craig was in his body.
With the council on his arse, with no way to know how to act, shell, did that man know his morning rituals? Surely he didn’t. And there was a meeting planned! A meeting! A super important meeting!! How was he gonna get through that??
Well, probably by not getting through that.
Screw it. He was going to have to get the castle. He was going to have to help.
He was going to have to clothe himself.
Who was in Craig's body.
Oh boy.
Okay, first just get those clothes. That shouldn’t be difficult. Just rummage through the drawers.
Shirt.
Pants. (Fyke Craigs usual style of shorts, he was going to have to do with him wearing long pants.)
Underwear.
He very briefly had thought of just keeping on the underwear he had woken up in. Easy, no changing.
But that… didn’t feel very hygienic.
So new pair it is.
He pulled off the tank top that was his pajama shirt, and started working on the shorts.
And realized this would give him a great opportunity.
How many times had he stared at Craig’s body, only to get embarrassed when he was caught?
Well, he was in that body now! He could look as long as he wanted! Nobody there to embarrass him!
So he shimmied off those pants, making his way to the mirror.
Watching the reflection of Craig stare back.
Man, was his boyfriend good looking.
Just the slightest definition of muscles on the upper body. Slender arms and chest, narrow shoulders, just the slightest inwards curve at his stomach. Only to thicken at the thighs, hip dips prominent on top, with some nice legs under those thighs. Cod, He feared the day Craig would join the military and slightly bulk up those muscles. How much muscle would make him overheat from how hot he was?
He slightly turned. Craig’s ass wasn’t an outlier in the pear shape. It was by no means small, and as he lightly grabbed it, he reveled in how soft it was.
How many times had he squeezed it, again?
So he stared.
And stared.
And stared.
And he started getting hot in the face.
Fyke, was it weird to get turned on by your boyfriend's body, which was currently your own body? Cod, he hoped not.
He let his hands move over his side, mapping out the sides, the hip dips, the thighs…
How many times had he explored this in his own body? Squeezed and held and pulled…
The heat wasn’t dying. In fact, it was getting stronger, as he felt something in his stomach uncurl, and-
Oh ship, that was his dick starting to peek out.
HOW WAS HE HORNY FROM THIS?!?
He has swapped bodies with his boyfriend, this was not the time!-
He tried willing both the heat and the dick to die down, but it was no use.
Even trying to think of a naked council member (Which would be a frankly disgusting sight) didn’t work, mind helpfully supplying naked Craigs instead.
He groaned, trying to keep his mind on the task as he started pulling down the underwear, but one brush on his parts had him crying out.
Okay then.
This wasn’t going to work.
He needed release.
He started pulling down the pants, slowly moving over to the bed, until he was sitting down in all his naked glory.
Slightly panting, he looked down there.
Oh, ship.
This wasn’t a way he would’ve ever thought to see Craig’s dick. As his own, the tip just slightly poking out of the folds. He let out a shuddering sight.
Okay. He just had to get this over with.
He softly poked at the tip, letting out another cry as electric pleasure coursed through him. Cod he was horny.
He frowned. It wasn’t out enough yet, no hold-on to speak off.
Well then.
He carefully moved downward, trying to mind the penis poking out, a few cries every time he failed.
Until his fingers finally found what he was searching for.
The clitoris.
The little nub right behind the penis, right before the vagina.
Slowly, he began rubbing at the thing.
Surprised to find out it was already more sensitive, as one little touch already seemed to send him into overdrive, a high squeal escaping his lips as his thighs trembled.
How was he going to survive this? Another touch, and he scrunched his eyes shut, a shuddering sigh escaping him.
Soft rubs sent him quivering, his breath picking up speed as he leaned his head back. He could feel the dick starting to emerge more and more, depending on the speed of his rubbing.
Finally, there was enough of the dick to grab onto, and he finished rubbing with a high pitched whimper.
Slowly, he moved his hands, opening his eyes and looking down.
No matter how many times he saw it, it was still massive. He watched the ruffles move slightly, as if a slight breeze ran through, and he shivered.
Did those things also have nerves?
A slight touch was like an electric shock running through, and he squealed once more.
Okay okay okay those had nerves those had very sensitive nerves-
He touched once more, trying to hold in the sounds at that motion.
Before softly, carefully wrapping his hand around it, breathing through the motion, trying to steady his legs.
Trying to steady himself.
His chest was still erratically going up and down, and he could see his thighs slightly shake.
He knew, in the back of his mind, that he had worried about something, but the pleasure had made everything hazy.
He needed that pleasure.
He needed release .
And so he began pumping, slowly and carefully, crying out at the way those ruffles caught on his hands, throwing his head back at the feeling of a dick passing through the tight ring that was his fingers curling around it. He had masturbated before, shell, he had even pleasured Craig, but everything he did, every little touch was a new sensation. His breathing would speed up with the rubbing, his hands would collide with the triangle shaped head Inkling penises had, his legs would tremble, and sounds would escape his lips.
Sounds he had heard Craig make before.
Sounds he never expected himself to make.
And yet he was doing that.
And it was beautiful.
He pushed himself up with his other hand, not stopping at any point, before using that free hand to squeeze his own thigh.
And something exploded inside his stomach as he let out a big scream.
Fyke, he was sensitive! Every little thing sent sparks through his body, made his stomach go in free fall, and made him cry out in pleasure.
If the dick hadn’t been out at the beginning of his masturbating, it sure was now, and he swore he could almost feel it pulse in his hands, hot and throbbing.
He closed his eyes, chest frantically heaving as he continued. He didn’t know how long he could go on for.
He knew he never wanted this to end.
Craig had to wince at every step, trying not to fall down.
Why exactly did he decide that boots were a safer option than zori again? He never wore heels! He just wore nice, flat shoes. Excuse him for not wanting to break his ankles!
Not to mention the stupid obi wanting to fall down every second!
All in all, not a fun way to sprint, especially not when in a different body.
You see, he had been harshly woken up in a whole different room than he fell asleep in.
First of all, the voice which had awoken him roughly hadn’t been Ammoses, which it usually was when that happened.
No.
It had been a fyking council member.
Now council members don’t appear at treehouses.
So he was in Octavios room.
When he felt no Octavio next to him.
And heard no Octavio freak out.
And so the poor Inkling had shot upright, only to figure out he wasn’t an Inkling anymore when he saw his hands.
He was an Octoling now.
And not any Octoling.
Octavio fyking Takowasa.
Octarian prince.
And his boyfriend.
Why did his life hate him sometimes?
And so he had yelled back a frantic yes, and received a barrage of hate back, amounting to something like ‘If ya don’t get outta bed right this second and arrive at the meeting in ten seconds, we’ll make sure ya regret it.’
Or something. He didn’t listen much, too busy trying to get on a kimono with a deadline and willing himself not to start screaming out of frustration.
The things his boyfriend dealt with.
So he had frantically put on that kimono, had made the wrong choice of shoes, made sure his tentacles weren’t a mess, and went to that meeting.
He was lucky he could follow the council member, he was sure getting lost would get a whole lotta questions.
The meeting wasn’t that interesting, lots of boring questions and weird looks thrown his way.
He didn’t even wait for everyone to leave, he just left the moment they announced it was over, etiquette be dammed.
And that was how he was currently on his way to his own treehouse, frantically hoping Octavio wasn’t somehow waiting in his own room.
No, the poor boy must be freaking out. The guy never dealt well with the idea of him interacting with the castle. Nevermind them having swapped bodies.
So, he was maybe expecting some screams of frustration or fear, or the sound of floorboards creaking from the pacing.
Not….
Whatever this was.
Which sounded like himself.
Panting.
Panting and whimpering and squealing and-
Oh cod.
Was…
Was Octavio masturbating in his own body?
It sure sounded like it, at least. But Octavio wasn’t that much of a horny dude, was he?
And then it hit Craig.
Oh cod.
They swapped bodies.
Which meant Octavio was in a Cuttlefish body.
Complete with the Cuttlefish mannerisms that entailed.
Which meant the horniness that had plagued his life, was for once plaguing Octavio.
Well.
At least he was working on getting rid of it?
So he carefully made his way to the ladder, slowly starting to make his way up. Minding where to put his feet.
Slowly opening the hatch door, careful not to make noise.
The sight before him was both weird and breathtaking.
Because when would you ever see yourself like this? On the bed, the upper half supported against the wall, eyes closed, mouth half open. Chest heaving as a hand frantically worked on his dick (Is his dick really that big? It never felt that way when he had it himself), with his hips trembling by every stroke. Panting, squealing, cries, everything melded together.
He could feel his face turn purple, ears turning hot as he felt Octavio’s- his tentacles move before his face.
Carefully he lifted himself out of the hatch onto the floor, closing the door as he began working off his clothes.
First the shoes and that stupid obi.
Then layer one of the kimono and layer two of that same kimono.
Socks off, underwear off…
A cry behind him made him shiver in pleasure, unsure if that was Octavio’s body reacting to his or something he himself liked. Nevertheless, he felt the heat come up somewhere in his stomach, and Craig knew he couldn’t just stay behind.
No.
He knew he wanted to help Octavio through this horniness spell, whether that meant fyking him…
Or being fyked.
So he gave a glance towards his own body in pleasure, hand drifting down, until he easily found the clitoris.
He couldn’t stop his breath from hitching, as he turned around on his knees to get a full view of Octavio as himself and him as Octavio.
Never expected to be on the other side, huh?
He just had to get himself up to speed, rubbing the little nub, unable to stifle the moans and hitches of breath coming from that.
The tip of his dick rubbed against his wrist, and he was unable to stop the cry, whole body freezing up at the thought of Octavio noticing.
But the guy seemed to be too far in, not even giving any sign he had noticed Craig there.
Bolstered by that fact, he began rubbing furiously, the feeling of dick rubbing against his wrist sending spikes of pleasure deep in his stomach. He freely let out the moans and sounds, reveling in how it felt to produce the sounds he usually heard from Octavio’s mouth.
Just a few more rubs, and it was poked out enough to start pumping that penis.
The whines that left his mouth when he stopped rubbing felt downright dirty, and he swore he saw stars before his eyes when his wrist stopped touching the penis, finally allowing it to stand upright.
It hurt, the whole thing throbbing. He swore he could see it pulsing, from bottom to the top, in tandem with heat shooting up. Just touching the tip had him cry out, eyes scrunched shut with tears.
He slowly moved downwards, letting the dick glide between his fingers. Stomach now a pit of pleasure.
And then, the pumping began.
Up…
And down.
To the very tip, almost off it, until the underside of his hand was touching the fold, slightly pressing down on it.
Feeling pressure shoot through it up into his stomach.
Up, down, faster and faster, until his breath was nothing more than shallow pants, legs trembling, barely able to hold him up until his other hand was needed to stabilize himself, moaning uncontrollably, feeling pleasure spike in his stomach, feeling his ears grow hot, tentacles curling in and out, just as fast as his pants.
It was building, building, up towards release, up towards an explosion, up towards what felt like the biggest wave of pleasure he would feel-
And then he let go, letting out a high pitched whine, as his body (Octavio’s body? Whose body was it starting to be?) begged for him to finish the job, to allow him release, to relieve the throbbing member.
Oh well, guess it had to wait.
He took in a few deep breaths, waiting for his legs to stop trembling, before slowly moving over.
Octavio was starting to be an orange mess, tentacles starting to stick, chest moving erratically. Craig could see his own dick (or was it Octavio’s now? Body swap was confusing) throbbing between the sloppy pumps the man provided, legs having fallen outwards, trembling.
Slowly, carefully, he moved between them, mindful not to touch anything.
He wanted it to be a surprise, after all.
So, painstakingly slow, he got into position…
And stroked right under Octavio’s nipples.
Octavio, who’s (currently brown) eyes shot open, a cry that was a mix of surprise and pleasure leaving his lips.
“Craig?” His mouth managed to half form his name, as Craig grinned.
“Feeling horny, huh?”
Octavio could only sputter, something close to “The meeting-” but that was easily shushed.
“It went fine… We got something way more urgent going on.” He brushed the nipples, reveling in the cry that earned him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you come…” He softly whispered, circling those nips as he watched Octavio (his own face) cry out in pleasure.
Every little stroke seemed to leave Octavio trembling, until he was reaching for Craig, shaky hands making their way to his hips.
Were his hands this rough? Was this how it felt for Octavio when he usually raked his hands over his body, trying to find a hold? The Octarians body didn’t have the love handles his body had, and he felt his breath hitch as a hand lightly grazed his side.
He felt himself get pulled closer, letting out a moan at their dicks touching, watching his body’s face contort in pleasure.
“Cod, Craig, please, I’m close, I’m so, so close.”
Well.
That was a first.
Usually it took a lot for Octavio to beg. Light hearted teasing, a lot of edging…
But now he had barely started, and the man was already putty under him.
He moved a hand upwards, caressing the other man's cheek, watching him lean into it with his eyes closed. A little, tiny little spark went off at the back of his mind.
Why not have some fun?..
“Oh poor baby…” He felt his mouth form a grin, as the prince mindlessly squeezed his hips. He wiggled those, getting closer, ignoring the sparks in his stomach and the whines from the other.
“Have you been a good boy?”
He almost giggled in delight at the furious nodding, watching his -Octavio’s?- tentacles move up and down with it.
“Hmmm, I don’t think ya have been… Could hear ya outside of the treehouse…”
“I was horny!” the other whined, holding on, moving close, “I couldn’t help it!”
Craig hums, tentacles curling in at that sound, letting his hands drift downwards.
“Just a tiny bit of a naughty boy, huh?” He said, grabbing the skin of his own butt (now on Octavio)...
And pinching.
Which gave him a delightful cry of pleasure from Octavio.
“Craig?!” the man in question screamed, slightly leaning over.
“Jus’ a tiny bit of punishment, nothin’ serious.” His eyes glittered, “And ya can’t deny you like it, seems like our bodies kept the pleasurable spots.”
He watched the man pant, squirm and squeal with every pinch, every squeeze. Watched the breathing quicken, watching the signs of release being imminent…
And stopping right before it, earning him another loud whine. He softly shushed the other.
“You’re a good boy, right?” He watched the prince frantically nod, “Why don’t ya prove it?”
“How?”
He leaned in closer, until he was right next to the ear.
“Fill me up. Make me scream, put that dick in me until both of us cum, you hear me?”
Wasn’t too hard of a task he gave. Surely Octavio was still close, and he wasn’t far behind.
“Come on then.” The prince grunted, holding tightly onto those hips, as Craig shuffled in position, eyeing the dick with a slight distrust.
It was so much bigger than anything he had ever taken…
But something Octavio seemed to take regularly…
A few deep breaths, before he, with the help of Octavio, slowly lowered himself onto it.
He had to bite his cheek to stop a scream from erupting. Good Cod, he didn’t know whether this was a case of him being sensitive from pleasuring himself close to release, or this being something Octavio regularly just felt, but it was a lot . He could feel every ruffle of the dick scrape against his insides, he felt the thick member stretch him out further than he felt possible, he could feel the bulb shaped tip catch every bump.The whole ride was torture, only able to breathe heavily through it, until he finally hit the end.
It was like everything slotted into place, letting out a stuttering sigh.
“Man, How do you normally take this?” He panted out, letting one hand ghost over his stomach. He had taken dick before, but not his own, a whole new experience leaving him breathless.
“Lotta practice.” It was fun, seeing the little smirk on his own features this time, “Does my body always feel this good?”
Craig nodded, moving a bit, face scrunching up, “Yeah, and I’m guessing mine usually feels real good.”
Octavio eagerly nods, and Craig can’t help but give a little grin.
“Good boy. Let’s get this started then, shall we?”
And with that, he began moving. Up and down, up and down, take it slow, take it slowwwww…
He eagerly welcomed the prince’s hands on his hips, gladly letting them grip, slightly picking up the speed, the usual sounds he made (but now coming from the other) being music to his ears. He closed his eyes, throwing his head back, gripping those hands tight.
“G-good boy..” he managed to moan between, grunting at Octavio picking up the speed afterwards. He let it all soak in.
Him in Octavio’s body.
Octavio’s in his.
His own dick now nestled inside him, like he was speared over and over.
Octavio now having a dick in what was his body.
Sounds coming from both their throats, sounds they usually never made, in tones they could never match.
The pleasure, having ebbed away from earlier, coming back in full force, spiking somewhere low in his stomach in tandem with the humping.
He was close.
And judging by the sounds from Octavio, the other wasn’t far off.
“Cod… So close…”
“I know, I know, you’re doing so well… You’re so good.” Craig whispered, afraid that his voice would break if he went any louder, picking up more speed.
Both let out sounds at it, Octavio furiously trying to match, as he whispered words of encouragement between moans. It was starting to become a race, breathing becoming ragged as pleasure spiked and release came close. Who? Who would come first? Who would get that sweet, sweet release?
Well, they would know soon enough, Octavio’s fingers digging in, Craig holding onto those as his tentacles curled in and out, in tandem with the humping. He felt the feeling creep up his chest now, sure it would come out his mouth, everything inside him was falling, he was going to have to release, he could practically feel it-
But he had to let out a surprised scream as Octavio yelled out his name, coming, coating his insides in cum. He wanted to move, continue further, get himself to release, but he was held down, fingers still digging in. His chest was heaving, he was feeling slightly dizzy, but the feeling wasn’t leaving yet.
“C-cod… Craig..” He shushes him, moving his hips to shake off the grip a bit, starting to move.
“I know… You were amazing, love, but I gotta get myself to cum too..”
Luckily, he didn’t need to do that alone, Octavio’s hands moving up, starting to explore, easily finding those spots that gave just the extra edge.
Of course, it was his body, after all.
And so they moved in tandem, Craig humping, Octavio exploring, until finally, finally, he felt it.
And the feeling inside him exploded, him throwing his head back as he showered Octavio all over with cum, adding onto it all with a loud scream of the prince's name.
He leaned over, heavily panting, moving to rub away a bit of cum that hit the others face.
“I came all over you…”
“In a way, you came all over yourself.”
He let out a fond huff, watching as the others (his own? Seriously, whose body was it now? He didn’t know anymore) chest went up and down, a thing he could watch until his own breath finally slowed.
And he finally tried getting himself off the dick, having to shamefully be helped by Octavio. He sat down just before it, on the stomach, stretching with a grunt.
“Is it already hurting?..” The prince asked, rubbing little circles on his hip. He shook his head as if to answer, before standing up.
Oh. Fyke. Nevermind, it was already hurting. He felt like a fawn on new legs, stumbling a bit.
“You sure?”
“Yes!” Normally he would huff fondly at such an answer from Octavio, not getting why the poor man was pushing. But now he totally got it. Because honestly, he wasn’t looking forward to the other doing everything for him.
So he grabbed the towels, throwing one at the other, who easily caught it, starting with cleaning his face first. He himself did his legs first, softly rubbing away all the evidence of their love making.
He could shower later.
And so he stumbled back over, sitting down to do the rest, just in time to see Octavio let out a whine when the towel touched his chest.
“You okay?”
“‘M fine! I’m fine, it's just… still a bit sensitive.” Craig nodded. He knew that feeling, although usually it didn’t seem that bad. Maybe he was just used to it.
Or maybe the combination of masturbating and fyking had overwhelmed his body. Who knew?
“Want me to do it for ya?” He softly asked, watching the other think, before handing over the towel. He took it, and slowly and carefully began wiping away the cum, taking care not to go too rough on the sensitive areas he knew. And he knew it worked, feeling Octavio relax under his hands, ear twitching.
He knew it usually was a sign he was all nice and happy, and it seemed like his body still kept that. It wasn’t long before he finished, putting the towel down next to him.
“There. All done.”
“Now let me do the same for you.” Octavio softly whispered, sitting up more.
“Ah, that’s really not-” But it seemed like the prince didn’t take that for an answer, taking the towel and softly rubbing it over him, going over all the little spots that Octavio apparently enjoyed, as he couldn’t stop purring, feeling the tentacles relax, softly waving. He felt his eyelids droop, and tried not to mind the other chuckling.
And then the towel was gone, and he couldn’t stop the whine from escaping his lips. He opened his eyes, following Octavio as he stood up and walked towards the cabinet. Even if his legs didn’t hurt, he walked a bit stilted. Normally, Octavio was taller than him, but now…
Nevertheless, the man reached the dresser, opening drawers to get what he wanted.
Craig closed his eyes again, leaning back. He crossed his arms, hugging himself, enjoying the sun on his face.
He was getting the hang of this whole… in a different body thing. Things were starting to become familiar, like the tentacles drifting in the wind, The way his hands felt, the way he sat…
What do you know, maybe exploring yourself sexually gives you more knowledge of your body!
He enjoyed the sunlight, relaxing until Octavio came back.
“Enjoying the sunlight?”
He hummed in agreement, opening one eye.
“I found your underwear near the hatch, and I got pajamas for you here.”
He gladly took them, noting that he got his usual pair of shorts and tank top, while Octavio seemed to have grabbed a Jinbei he had once stolen from the person who was holding it.
The whole treehouse was silent while they clothed, not daring to glance at the other.
Would it be weird to glance at your own body?
Nevertheless, putting on the clothing was easy, although he was a tad disappointed the shorts didn’t quite hug like they usually did in his body.
One day, he would make absolutely sure Octavio took care of himself. Now wasn’t the day, as he finished putting on the tank top, finally looking at the prince.
It took everything in him not to snort, finally seeing it be the other way around, as Octavio squeezed on the pants of the jinbei.
“Not. A. Word.” The man hissed, pulling them up with one last tug, as he held his hands up in defense. Okay then! Then he wouldn’t say anything!
He would just open his arms, watching the prince tie the top, before sitting down and moving right into his arms, hugging him close.
Oh.
Hugs like this were a new experience.
He sunk into the hug, closing his eyes. He could bury his head so easily now! Was he usually this soft?
They stayed like that for a while, until Octavio pulled away, slightly frowning as he held his cheeks.
Okay, he was going to make sure not to worry anymore, worry looked bad on his face.
“Did you have any foundation on?”
Ah.
Ship.
The freckles! He had totally forgotten about the freckles! The freckles that were hidden because the council was an ass!
“Nah, I didn’t-” He watched the panic bloom, and quickly continued to correct that, “B-but I don’t think they noticed!! They didn’t say anything! They were rushing me anyway, I’m sure they just thought I forgot!”
His hands moved quicker than his thoughts, rubbing a thumb over the other’s ear, watching the other relax.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, I am.”
It seemed to relax Octavio a bit, but not enough, as Craig frowned, thinking. Knowing the man, thoughts were going to go into overdrive soon enough, probably about how the council was going to ream his ass for this morning.
Had he mentioned the council were assholes yet?
And then he got it.
Cap’n Cuttlefishes Tried and True Method of Surprise Kissing until Thoughts Go Away.
(He wasn’t a captain yet, and Octavio was the only test subject for the method, but he didn’t quite care, dammit!)
So he started by letting his lips graze the others cheekbone, watching the others eyes widen in surprise. From there, he moved away from those cheekbones towards his ears, feeling Octavio relax.
“When will ya stop worrying?..”
“When will ya start?”
“I’ll have all the time to do that later.”
He felt the fond huff somewhere at his chin.
“Alright then, c’mhere.”
He let out a squeal, kisses pressed against his neck, smacks audible as the perpetrator moved upwards.
“Hey!” He couldn’t help the laughter bubbling up, trying to push the other away. Both knew he wasn’t putting strength to it. Octavio kept on trying though, making all the kissing noises, until both dissolved in giggles, holding each other close. Pressing their bodies against each other, giggles dying down, hands moving until the prince was holding his head in his hands and he was holding onto the others arms.
Octavio leaned closer, closer…
Oh.
Craig swore he would cry, as Octavio grazed his lips over his cheeks, over the freckles. Something inside him nudged loose, and he had to slightly gasp at the feeling of hot tears pricking his eyes. The other just watched with a sad smile, wiping them away.
“Guess I always wanted to be kissed there.” He softly whispered, leaning in once more, Craig’s eyes fluttering close.
Touch was featherlight, and yet got him yearning for more, holding on tight, pulling closer.
When Octavio pulled back, Craig moved back in, like the sea and the moon, putting his lips right above the other’s ear.
Pressing a soft but firm kiss that left the other gasping.
“Oh…”
He nuzzled the spot, before whispering, “I always love touching that, but I guess kissing works just fine…”
And so they continued, showing each other spots. Octavio would press a kiss inside his ear, he would kiss right under his bang. Octavio took little kiss hops along his jawline, Craig would drag his lips along his ear. Bit by bit, kiss by kiss, they mapped out each other's favorite spot, until Craig’s head was dizzying with knowledge, feeling like he knew his lover's body better than anything else, maybe even his own.
A yawn let out by Octavio got them both out of their trance, Craig joining in, letting his jaw snap shut. Stretching a bit, he watched Octavio rub his eyes. Man, he felt tired.
“Wanna lay down?”
That didn’t seem to be needed to be said twice, Octavio laying down, patting the space before him, opening his arms. Craig gladly took it, snuggling in, tangling their legs together. He curled against Octavio’s chest, arms pressed towards his own, melding their bodies together until he was comfortable. Feeling the tentacles curl in and out with the slowing of his breath.
He pressed Octavio closer, noticing distantly the feeling of the jinbei around his body and the smell of wasabi, before his eyes finally shut, and his breathing slowed, and his mind went to sleep.