Page 53 of Habibi: Always and Forever

TENTACLES ROCK: WILL YOU ROCK WITH ME?

“D o you know what today is?” I kicked the sheet off my legs and stroked Ner’s tentacle, which was spread across my chest. The iridescent teal of the appendage gleamed in the early morning sun that pierced through the parted curtains.

It was heavy enough to bring me comfort when I slept, feeling Ner was close.

Some nights, I woke up with eight tentacles wrapped around me so tight, I felt like a facehugger was giving me a deep kiss.

Ner’s affection was manifesting itself in many tenta-licious ways, and I loved all of them.

Ner kissed my neck while one of his tentacles played with my beard. “The music awards.”

“Yes, but what else?” I brushed a wave of teal hair off his gorgeous face and grazed my knuckles over his cheek.

His beaming smile spread slowly. “So I’m not the only sap remembering the day we met?”

“Nope.” I chuckled.

“Then I have an anniversary gift for you.” Ner slid one tentacle under the sheet and wrapped it around my cock, while another made its way between my ass cheeks.

Whoa. I gasped. That was quick. And exactly what I’d hoped for.

My loud moan was drowned out by the sudden ring of my phone. The energetic riff of Paranoid let me know who it was.

“It’s Frank,” I grumbled. Our manager had an uncanny ability to call at the least convenient moments. “We can ignore?—”

The phone rang again.

I banged my head against the pillow in frustration while Ner reached out a free tentacle and handed me the demon device.

“What’s up?” I couldn’t keep the annoyance out of my tone.

“Are you ready?” The bustle in the background didn’t drown Frank’s clear, high-pitched voice.

I sat upright. “What? The ceremony isn’t till this evening!”

“It’s a five-hour flight to LA,” Frank said, with only mild exasperation. “Apart from that, you have interviews scheduled, then you need to make yourself look presentable for the event. I sent your stuff to the changing room at the venue yesterday already.”

“But Zoe, Jeremy, and Vinny said they’ll talk to the press.” My weak attempt to wiggle out of the responsibility was not going well.

“The media expects all of you.” Frank mumbled under his breath, then said louder: “Give me Ner.”

I handed the phone over.

“We’ll be there in an hour.” Ner rolled his eyes as Frank continued talking. “Okay, thirty minutes.”

I made a silent gasp and pointed to his tentacle on my dick. Priorities.

Ner’s grin was wicked. “Yup, see you there.” He tossed my phone onto the pillow and maneuvered me with his tentacles to sit against the headboard. His handling me like a doll when I was a tall man with solid muscles would never get old.

“We can’t go. My cock needs you.” Even with my naturally low voice, I sounded whiny.

“Good things come to those who wait.” Ner stroked my beard, straddling me with fluid grace.

I ran my hands up his leanly muscled chest all the way to the delicate gills at the sides of his neck. “Sounds like an excuse for you to edge me.”

Ner smirked. “I don’t need an excuse for that.”

“That’s very evil of you.” I jerked my hips up, but he held me in place, his strong tentacles weaving around my legs.

“You love it. I’ll give you an orgasm today at some point.

” He flicked my nipple with his finger, unwound himself from me, and turned his bottom tentacles into legs.

With a dull whoosh, a ball of warmth and energy hit me before dissolving into thin air.

Even though I was used to Ner shifting so close to me, it was magical every time.

“Who scheduled an awards ceremony on our anniversary, anyway?” I huffed, rolling off the bed. “I’ll be hard the entire time knowing what you promised to do to me.”

“I have a solution.” He pointed a finger at the closet. His two mating tentacles danced in the air, teasing me with their glistening cockheads. They sprouted from Ner’s groin and were the only appendages that looked like human dicks—though they were much longer and more flexible.

“Oh no.” Oh yes. I walked right into that one.

I feigned shock, but jumped off the bed and opened the walk-in closet.

The right side was lined with rows of our day clothes, while the left had leather and latex gear I wore to gigs and clubs if Ner and I wanted to get our kink on amongst other like-minded people.

My masks, displayed on head-shaped stands, took up the midsection of the closet, and the back wall held an array of toys illuminated by pocket lights.

Once Ner moved into my house in Miami, we’d made it ours by adding a playroom and installing hidden sex toy compartments around the house.

We wanted access to anything we might need for impromptu sexcapades wherever we were on the property, but also to be able to invite family and friends over without scarring them for life or revealing more than we cared to.

“Bring out the black one; it will be less visible in your leathers.” Ner yelled out the instructions as he made the bed.

I traced a finger along the glass shelf, past the butt plugs, the violet wand kit, and ball gags, to the selection of cock cages in different materials, varying in shapes, sizes, and colors.

I picked up the black plastic chastity device and handed it to Ner on my palm, along with my willing submission.

It would take the same time to jack me off as it would be to cage me, but that was not the point.

The journey from the buildup of anticipation, teasing, and the final reward was what kept me asking Ner for more. And fucking hell, did he deliver.

Ner released a dollop of lubricant from a sucker on his upper right tentacle and spread it across the circular part of the cage. He cupped my balls in his hand, then put them and my cock through the loop until it fit snugly at the base.

“Breathe and deflate.” Ner stroked my thighs and up my back, his touch soothing, but not discouraging me from pointing at him with my hard-on.

I followed the instructions, focusing on my groin, relaxing my muscles and taking control.

Ner had mastered a technique similar to meditation that allowed him to shift effortlessly, and he’d been training me to have more precise power over my body.

Since he’d been rewarding me with orgasms, I’ve been an A-plus student.

“It’s not easy when you’re standing in front of me with your cocktacles on display.”

The corner of Ner’s lip quirked. “Yet you still did it. Good job.” He patted my ass with a tentacle as another fed my cock through the tiny banana-shaped hollow device. Fuck, the sight of my trapped dick in Ner’s grip was too hot to make me stay soft.

“I’m getting hard thinking about my reward, so I better get dressed.”

“That was the plan.” Ner locked the cage at the top and hung the key on the chain around his neck.

When we’d begun chastity play, he’d given me a copy of the key to have on me in case I didn’t feel comfortable or changed my mind.

Even then, I’d trusted him with my body, but he’d insisted on getting into every new kink slowly and mindfully.

After over a year together, I proved to him that my decision for him to own my releases, including having my dick at his mercy, had never been whimsical.

Now he’d keep the key to himself, leaving the other one hidden in the house for emergencies.

Ner kneeled in front of me and licked the tip of my cock through the cage while fondling my balls with his tentacle.

My dick strained against the bars of the device, unable to get hard, and I groaned. “That’s torture.”

“You love it.” With a kiss to my abs, Ner stood up and sauntered to the closet, his round bum flexing with every move.

“I do.” I followed him and got dressed in tight leather pants and a matching black vest, remembering to pack a small piece of jewelry I’d been carrying in my pocket for way too long.

Then I threw on a hoodie to make napping on the plane comfier, although I’d probably just end up wrapped in Ner’s tentacles, sleeping like a baby.

I packed my shark mask into a velvet bag and tossed it into my backpack.

I didn’t wear it for privacy anymore, as going anywhere with Ner had outed me at our first public dinner together, and paparazzi had revealed my face in no time.

Some days I missed anonymity, but it had been a tiny price to pay in order to go out with Ner as a couple.

Nowadays, I attended interviews with my features uncovered, but to keep my vibe, I wore a leather vest with a shark motif and kept my shark tooth necklace dangling between my pecs.

* * *

W e took a cab to the airport, where Jack, our security guy, was waiting for us, along with a handful of fans.

Ner and I signed the albums and T-shirts they’d brought, then headed to the plane.

The flight went by fast, as we watched Maurice twice on the screen in our cubicle and napped for the last hour.

More fans waited in LA, but with so many musicians arriving for the same event, security had been upped. Thankfully, we were able to slip through without issues and get into the building for the first interview of the day.

The rest of the band joined us, and we took a moment to hug, having not seen each other for a week.

Zoe punched my arm playfully, then ruffled her short bleached hair, leading the way with a pair of drumsticks in the back pocket of her jeans.

We made it to the interview room, where white chairs, intense lights, and three cameras created an interrogation-worthy vibe.

Jeremy sat at the back like a dark shadow, his long black hair falling onto his shoulders, his denim attire with latex elements giving off a modern art vibe.

That was if kink clubs hosted art exhibits.

Vinny accentuated his slim frame by wearing a tight shirt with rolled-up sleeves, showing off bracelets made from bass strings.