Page 45 of A Siren Song for Christmas

Breath shaking, Trent undid the buttons of his trousers.

Malachi’s mouth watered as Trent wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and pulled himself out. Malachi gave an appreciative murmur as he took in the hard length. A bead of moisture gathered at the slit. Ridges and veins ran along his dick.

“You have a very nice cock.”

Trent’s dick gave a slight jerk in his hand, as if pleased with the attention and compliment. “I…ah… Thank you?” Trent made it sound like a question.

Malachi smiled. “Will you stroke yourself for me?” Malachi ran a finger down the side of Trent’s face. “Like you would when you are alone.”

Trent nodded. Slowly, he moved his hand from the base to the tip.

“That’s it,” Malachi encouraged, captivated by the movement of Trent stroking himself. “Just like that. Good boy.”

Trent whimpered. His hand moved up and down. Up and down. A rhythmic, hypnotic motion. Trent’s weight shifted on Malachi’s lap.

“You’re beautiful.”

A moan escaped Trent. The flush that Malachi had so often admired on Trent’s cheeks did in fact go further down. It spread down his throat and chest, a pinkish-red bloom.

Trent’s eyes fell closed as he jerked himself. He rocked on Malachi’s lap.

Malachi’s own dick pulsed with need. But he could be patient. For now, at least.

“What do you think of when you touch yourself?” Malachi asked.

Trent opened his eyes. “You.”

“What about me?”

Trent swallowed, Adam’s apple bobbing.

“I noticed you staring at me when you came into the emporium,” Malachi said. “What captured your attention?”

“You’re so handsome.”

“And is that what you thought of when you pleasured yourself?”

Another nod. Trent’s hand kept sliding up and down his hard prick. “I thought of you and I together.”

“Doing what exactly?” Malachi wanted to know Trent’s desires. Because if he knew them, he could fulfil them. Andhe really wanted to give this young man everything he desired. “What did you think of us doing?”

“Everything. I thought of touching you. I thought of you touching me. I imagined kneeling on the floor in your emporium and sucking your dick. Then I imagined you lifting me onto the counter and sucking me.” The words rushed from Trent’s lips, as if he worried he might lose the courage to speak them aloud.

Malachi filed the fantasies away for future use.

Then Trent hesitated. “And I thought of your tentacles.”

“Did you?” Malachi raised a brow. But he wasn’t surprised. Usually the tentacles held a lot of fascination and appeal for those of his lovers who didn’t have them.

“Yes.” Trent’s hand continued to move on his cock, a little faster now. “I’d see you using your tentacles in the store, holding or picking up objects. I’d watch your tentacles and wonder what they would feel like touching me.”

Malachi didn’t speak. He simply slid one of his tentacles along Trent’s collarbone.

Trent shuddered. His hand on his cock spasmed.

Malachi smiled, then he let his other tentacles out to play. They glided along Trent’s throat, his chest, his stomach. With a cry, Trent hunched forward as he jerked his dick, faster and faster.

“Like this?” With his tentacles, he caressed, pulsed, squeezed, and sucked.