"You have...what?"

Blaine was hunched miserably on Kurt's bed, folding in on himself as if trying to appear as small as possible. In a tiny, quiet voice, he said the word again. "Tentacles."

Well. Dropping a bomb like that sure brought a makeout session to a screeching halt. Kurt stood and paced back and forth across his bedroom, his mind working frantically. He had heard of people with tentacles, and had seen pictures on television and online, but he had never actually met someone with the...affliction? Mutation? Was there a politically correct term for having tentacles growing out of your body?

"Kurt, I..." He turned and looked at Blaine, who was swinging his legs to the floor and avoiding eye contact. He looked like he wanted to cry. "I'll just go. It's okay, I know it's weird, I totally understand if you want to break up with me. I just didn't want to hide it from you anymore."

"Blaine, no." Kurt strode over to the bed and rested a hand on his shoulder; Blaine still wouldn't look at him. "Just...give me a second, okay? I need to process this."

Blaine nodded, twisting his hands together in his lap. Kurt stared down at him as things started clicking into place.

"Is this why we haven't...gone further?" Blaine glanced up at him and Kurt blushed. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I've really enjoyed all of the making out, and, uh, touching. And the blowjob you gave me last week was basically the highlight of my existence. But you won't let me take your clothes off." He slid his hand up to caress Blaine's neck and leaned in close to whisper in his ear. "And, Blaine, I would really like to see you with your clothes off."

Kurt pulled back to look at his face; Blaine's pupils were dilated and his tongue darted out to lick his lips. Kurt tracked the movement with his eyes and gently pushed Blaine back onto the bed. "Let me just look, okay?”

Blaine nodded and laid back against the pillows, looking scared but not protesting. Kurt climbed up on the bed and straddled his thighs, reaching for Blaine's shirt, but Blaine's hands immediately tangled in the fabric, frantically pulling it down. When Kurt didn't move, he eventually stilled and blew out a shaky breath. "Sorry. Reflex."

"Blaine, stop freaking out." Kurt tugged gently at the hem of Blaine's shirt. "Just let me see. I promise I won't run off screaming into the night or anything."

Blaine's hands unclenched from the fabric of his shirt and drifted down to settle on the bed. He took a deep breath and stared up at Kurt, uncertainty plain in his eyes. He gave a barely perceptible nod, and Kurt slowly pushed the shirt up Blaine's chest and over his head. He sat back on Blaine's thighs and just...looked.

He took a moment to admire Blaine's compact torso, lightly furred with dark hair, but his gaze immediately wandered to his sides. Kurt's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the six small appendages, three on each side, that grew from Blaine's ribcage and waist. Each tentacle was small, about two inches long, and was just slightly darker and more red than the rest of Blaine's skin. The tentacles, which had remained still at first, seemed to feel Kurt's gaze and began waving slightly, stretching towards Kurt as if they wanted to be touched. He reached out a hand.

"Don't," Blaine said sharply. Kurt snatched his hand back and looked at him.

Blaine's jaw was set and Kurt couldn't read his expression. "Blaine, I'm not...don't worry, okay? I'm fine with this. So if you think I'm grossed out or something, just stop. I just want to touch them, see what they feel like. Can I do that?"

"Kurt, they're kind of...sensitive." Blaine closed his eyes; Kurt watched his throat work as he swallowed hard. "And they, um, change. When they're touched. Usually they’re completely under the skin, but when I’m…aroused, they come out and they...get bigger. And move around more. I mean, I can kind of control them, but when I'm...distracted, they sort of start doing their own thing."

"Huh." Kurt eyed the lowest tentacle on Blaine's left side and reached out a tentative finger. He stroked it gently, and sucked in a surprised breath when it responded immediately. The tentacle swelled and lengthened, turning a darker red, and began twining itself between Kurt's fingers, the tip gently tickling over his palm. Blaine let out a sudden moan and Kurt's head jerked up to look at him.

Blaine's eyes were still closed; his head was pressed back into the pillow and he was breathing harshly through his nose. Kurt reached up and cupped his hand around Blaine's cheek, rubbing his thumb over his lower lip. Blaine's mouth parted and he moaned again; Kurt felt something brush his knee and glanced down to see the tentacle caressing his leg through his jeans. The other five tentacles had grown in size as well, and were sliding over Blaine's skin, reaching in Kurt's direction. Blaine's tongue swept across the pad of Kurt's thumb and he opened his eyes, desire and uncertainty written all over his face.

Kurt leaned forward to kiss him, intending to give him sweetness and reassurance, but Blaine immediately reached up and wrapped his hand around the back of Kurt's neck, pulling him in and demanding more. The kiss turned sloppy and desperate; Kurt dropped onto his elbows, pressing his chest against Blaine's and shoving his hands into Blaine's hair. Blaine was making urgent noises in the back of his throat, nipping at Kurt's lips, and his free hand reached down to slide into Kurt's back pocket and grab his ass. Kurt groaned into Blaine's mouth and jerked his hips forward, groaning again when he felt Blaine's hard cock against his own.

It took him a second to realize that that wasn’t all he felt. Something was sliding under Kurt’s sweater, tickling his sides and dipping into his bellybutton. And since both of Blaine’s hands were presently occupied…Kurt startled and Blaine froze underneath him.

“Kurt?” Blaine whispered, color beginning to stain his cheeks. “Is this okay? Are you…” There was movement against Kurt’s stomach and Blaine squeezed his eyes shut tightly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m trying to stop them, just give me a minute.”

“No, it’s okay.” Kurt sat up, both he and Blaine gasping as the motion ground their cocks together. “I was just surprised.”

He glanced down at Blaine’s torso and had to stifle another gasp when he saw the tentacles. Each one was now at least a foot long, dark red and shining slightly. As he watched, one of the lower tentacles began to move, sliding its way up Kurt’s inner thigh, following the seam of his jeans. Blaine cursed from between gritted teeth and the tentacle stilled.

Kurt stared down at Blaine, and the tentacles, and was suddenly consumed with a rush of lust so strong that he couldn’t help rocking his hips forward. Blaine hissed and the tentacles sprang to life again, lengthening even more and writhing slowly against Blaine’s sides. Kurt made a decision.

“Right,” he said dazedly. “Clothes off. Now.”

Blaine’s eyes popped open and he gaped up at Kurt. “What?”

Kurt pulled his sweater and undershirt up over his head and tossed them aside. “Off. I want your clothes off. And my clothes off. Now.” Blaine’s face looked like he was about to protest, so Kurt leaned forward, reached out a hand, and grasped one of the tentacles, sliding it over his palm and tugging slightly. Blaine made a choked noise and his hips bucked up. Kurt released the tentacle and attacked the button of Blaine’s pants, undoing them quickly and tugging them down his thighs. “A little help, please?”

Blaine sat up so fast he almost knocked heads with Kurt, who huffed out a laugh as Blaine struggled to push his pants and boxers completely off. Kurt swung off the bed and stood, undoing his jeans and shimmying everything down until he could step out from the tangle of fabric and resume his place on the bed, straddling Blaine. Naked Blaine.

Kurt stretched himself full-length over Blaine’s body, tangling their legs together, shivering as he felt the unfamiliar sensation of coarse body hair tickling against his sensitized skin. Blaine groaned and tugged on Kurt’s hair, pulling him into a wet, messy kiss, and Kurt startled again as he felt several of Blaine’s tentacles wrap around his body, dipping into the curve of his spine and tracing the places where he and Blaine’s bodies were pressed together. He ground his pelvis down against Blaine’s experimentally, and the tentacles tightened around his waist as Blaine tore his mouth away and moaned.

“Jesus, Kurt,” Blaine panted, his hips making tiny thrusts up against Kurt’s. One of the tentacles slipped down Kurt’s back and curled over the curve of his ass; he made a small exclamatory noise and thrust back against it. “Sorry, sorry,” Blaine muttered, grimacing as he tried to regain control.

Kurt ignored him; a second tentacle had joined the first and they were now tracing the lines where his ass met the backs of his thighs and it felt glorious. One of the tentacles lightly delved in between Kurt’s ass cheeks and he cried out, burying his face against Blaine’s neck and sucking hard. Blaine yelped and the tentacle pressed in a little more firmly, making Kurt squirm and emit a high-pitched whine.

“Oh god, Kurt, I’m sorry, I can’t help it!” Blaine pushed at Kurt’s shoulders and tried to roll him off, but Kurt held on and refused to be moved. “It’s too much, I’m too turned on. I can’t control them! We should stop, I feel like I’m violating you.”

“Blaine,” Kurt ground out. “Shut up.”

“But - ”

“Blaine. Seriously. I know you think that you’re weird or whatever, but trust me when I tell you that I am definitely into this right now. And if that makes me weird, well, so be it.”

Blaine was quiet for a moment. The tentacles, which had stilled, began to drift over Kurt’s body again, and he arched up against them, making a small, needy sound. Blaine reached up and brushed Kurt’s bangs out of his eyes. “You…really don’t mind?”

One of the tentacles tentatively resumed its exploration of Kurt’s ass and he dropped his head against Blaine’s shoulder, his breath coming heavier. “No, Blaine. I most assuredly do not mind.”

Blaine made a strangled sound and Kurt lifted his head to look at him. Disbelief, uncertainty, and joy flashed across his face in rapid succession; Blaine’s hands suddenly gripped his upper arms so tightly that Kurt thought he’d probably have marks there tomorrow. “Blaine?”

“You just…” Blaine stared up at him, relief evident in his eyes. “You have no idea how scared I was. That people would always think I was a disgusting freak, and that I would never find anyone who would want to be with me. Who could accept who I am and love me anyway.”

“Blaine, I love every part of you.” Kurt dropped a kiss onto the tip of Blaine’s nose. “And if that happens to include tentacles, I’m okay with that.” Something curled over his leg and teased his inner thigh. “Oh god, I’m so okay with that.”

Something dark flashed in Blaine’s eyes and he surged forward, crushing his mouth against Kurt’s and nudging his hips upward so that Kurt’s legs spread on either side of his own. Two tentacles wrapped around his back, pulling him even closer to Blaine, and the remaining four moved sinuously over his hips and ass, reaching in between his thighs until he could feel the tip of one sliding against his balls. Kurt made a guttural sound and slid a hand across Blaine’s chest, his fingers finding a nipple and pinching it gently while Blaine moaned beneath him.

“Ah!” A tentacle had found Kurt’s opening and was delicately probing the skin around it; he began frantically rutting against Blaine, pushing himself up onto his hands so he could get better leverage. “Fuck, Blaine, oh my god, it feels so good, don’t stop.”

Blaine’s hands were grasping Kurt’s hips, trying to slow him down. “Wait, Kurt, I - ” He groaned deep in his chest and his fingers flexed. “Jesus, I’m so close, don’t wanna come yet, I want to be inside you.”

Kurt flung himself to the side and pulled open the drawer on his bedside table, frantically rummaging inside until he pulled out a bottle of lube and a condom. He had a hysterical moment where he found himself wondering if the tentacles needed a condom, and whether a regular condom would even fit them right, and if they didn’t, where one might find tentacle condoms, before abandoning that whole train of thought for the sake of his sanity. He sat back up and Blaine snatched the lube and condom out of his hand.

“Here, let me.” He leaned forward, popped the cap on the bottle, and squeezed a generous amount of lube onto his fingers, rubbing them with his thumb to warm it. “Turn around, okay?”

Kurt turned so he was facing Blaine’s feet; he leaned down onto his elbows and was just starting to feel embarrassed about having his ass in the air when he felt the first stroke of Blaine’s finger against his asshole. He breathed in sharply and instinctively jerked back against the slight pressure. Blaine’s other hand slid up the back of his thigh to hold him steady, and Kurt whimpered when he felt tentacles stroking against his ass. The whimper turned into a full-blown moan when another tentacle snaked between his legs, sliding against his balls and twining up the length of his cock.

Blaine began slowly pressing his finger into Kurt’s opening, sliding it in and out and grunting as the muscles flexed around the intrusion. Once his finger was all the way in and he had a steady rhythm going, Kurt starting thrusting back against Blaine’s hand and groaned. “More. Oh god, more.”

Kurt felt tentacles moving up the back of his thighs; one met Blaine’s hand where it was pressed up against his ass and slid in smoothly alongside Blaine’s finger, nudging a spot inside him that made him cry out. “Fuck. Fuck. Oh, Jesus Christ, Blaine…”

“Too much?” Blaine gasped out, stilling his hand.

Kurt pushed back against him, adjusting to the stretch. He could feel the differences between Blaine’s finger and the tentacle; the finger was rougher, with a blunter tip, and the tentacle was smooth and more tapered. Another tentacle sneaked up to press against the skin behind his balls and he almost came right then. He pressed his face against Blaine’s knees, trying to rein himself in, but it was hard when Blaine was everywhere, touching so many parts of him at once. The tip of another tentacle slid over where Blaine was inside him, trailing over where the skin was stretched and sensitive, and he thought he was going to pass out.

The second tentacle started pushing into him and Kurt felt his orgasm barreling down on him, helpless to stop it, helpless to do anything but let out a weak cry and grip the bedspread with shaking hands. The tentacle around his cock suddenly squeezed tight around the base of his dick, preventing him from coming, and Kurt wasn’t sure if he was thankful or supremely pissed off. Blaine’s finger and the two tentacles had resumed their motion, and Kurt felt so full that he thought he was going to die.

“Blaine,” he choked out, sure that he was drooling onto Blaine’s leg and not caring. “Blaine. Fuck. I need your cock in me right now.”

“Turn around, Kurt. I want to see you. Oh god, I need to see you.” Blaine sounded as wrecked as he felt.

The finger and tentacles slid out of him; the others released his cock and legs so Kurt could push himself up and turn around to face Blaine. His dark curls were disheveled and there were spots of color high on his cheeks. He ripped the condom packet open with his teeth and rolled it down over his cock, added more lube, then reached out for Kurt and pulled him in for a deep kiss, sucking his tongue into his mouth and biting down on it gently. Kurt’s hand trailed down Blaine’s stomach and grasped his cock, stroking firmly until Blaine pulled his hand away.

“Kurt. I want to fuck you so bad and you need to stop that or I’m going to come before I can get inside you.” The words tumbled out in a rush and Blaine squeezed his eyes closed, visibly fighting for control. Kurt tried to catch his breath and do the same. Several tentacles slid up Kurt’s sides, wrapping around his waist and pulling him forward so he was straddling Blaine’s hips with his cock pressed up against Kurt’s ass. “Oh god. Now, Kurt? Please? Please let me fuck you right now.”

Kurt rose up on his knees and reached behind him to grasp Blaine’s cock. He lined himself up and began slowly pressing his hips down, whimpering as the previous feeling of fullness returned and increased. He could hear Blaine panting beneath him; the tentacles were pulsating around him, moving restlessly over his skin and touching him everywhere. His ass came to rest against Blaine’s thighs and both boys took in a deep, shuddering breath, adjusting to the sensation.

Kurt lifted himself partway off Blaine’s cock and slid back down, whimpering at the feeling of Blaine’s dick sliding against his stretched hole. He started moving faster, his thigh muscles burning as he rode Blaine harder, and moaned as Blaine gripped his hips with both hands and began thrusting up to meet him. A tentacle slithered down Kurt’s torso and wrapped around his cock; the tip slid over the head, smearing the leaking precome and tracing the sensitive underside. The coils of the tentacle started sliding up and down around Kurt’s shaft, making him cry out and squeeze his eyes closed.

“God, Kurt, you feel so good,” Blaine groaned, his thumbs pressing into Kurt’s hipbones and his thrusts getting harder. The tentacles were everywhere, sliding down the backs of Kurt’s thighs and behind his knees, curling around his balls, wrapping around his waist and pulling at him, urging him to go faster until he was practically bouncing in Blaine’s lap, the sounds of their flesh smacking together filling the room.

The tentacle wrapped around Kurt’s cock started moving faster, twisting and sliding around him until he thought he was going to explode. He felt heat pooling low in his stomach and leaned forward, wanting to kiss Blaine, and the change in position caused Blaine’s cock to hit his prostate dead on. Kurt cried out and would have sworn that he saw stars; each thrust was now like a lightning bolt shooting straight to his groin.

“Blaine - Blaine - Oh my god, I’m so close, I’m going to - ” Kurt felt a tentacle curl over his ass and slide right up alongside where Blaine’s cock was ramming into him and that was it, he was coming so hard that his vision went white and he clenched tightly around Blaine, who had thrust into him as deeply as possible and held him there while Kurt rode out his orgasm.

“Jesus, Kurt, I can’t - ” The feeling of Kurt’s muscles spasming around his cock pushed Blaine over the edge and he came hard, gripping Kurt’s waist tightly and pulling him down into a desperate kiss. The tentacles tightened and then relaxed, and his shallow thrusts slowed and stilled as they lay plastered together, both gasping for breath as they came down.

When his breathing had returned to normal and he felt the strength returning to his body, Kurt pushed himself up on his hands and looked down at Blaine. His eyes were closed and there were beads of sweat at his hairline; Kurt reached down to brush them away. Without opening his eyes, Blaine grabbed Kurt’s hand and kissed his palm, then brought it down to rest on his chest. Kurt could feel his heartbeat, still fast but slowing. He glanced down and realized that the tentacles were gone.

Blaine rolled them onto their sides and pulled out of Kurt slowly, stripping off the condom and tossing it into the wastebasket beside the bed. He leaned back into Kurt and nuzzled in between his neck and shoulder, planting small kisses on the skin and humming happily.

“Someone’s pleased with himself,” Kurt observed, trying to keep a giddy smile off of his face and failing miserably. Blaine murmured in agreement and snuggled closer, reaching up to pet at the back of Kurt’s hair. After a moment, he pulled back and met Kurt’s eyes.

“What about you? Are you, um, pleased?” Blaine looked embarrassed but hopeful.

“With myself?” Kurt deadpanned, bringing his hand up to his chin in a thoughtful pose. “I am, actually. I think that was a masterful performance on my part.”

Blaine snorted and bumped his shoulder against Kurt’s. “You know what I mean.”

Kurt took pity on him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “I know. And yes, I’m very pleased.”

“With…everything?” Blaine looked unsure again. “I know it probably wasn’t what you were expecting - well, unless you have a secret anime porn fetish that I don’t know about - but I’m hoping it was still…okay?”

“It was more than okay. In fact, I’d go so far as to say it was spectacular.” Kurt thought for a moment. “I mean, really, there’s just more of you to love. And the fact that the ‘more of you’ happens to be incredibly flexible, sensuous extra appendages…well, let’s just say that it doesn’t hurt matters.”

“I’m glad you like them,” Blaine replied, his eyelids starting to droop. He yawned and pulled Kurt back into his arms. “They like you too.”

“Yes, I noticed that.” Kurt nestled in close and lazily stroked a hand up and down Blaine’s back. “I think your tentacles and I are going to get along just fine.”