26 February 2008
Explicit flashfic of the tentacle sex variety
Posted by Denise Kendrick under: flashfic .
There once was a request for tentacle sex. How could such a thing be denied?
Ok, this is actually plant!sex. But you get the picture. 
Vegetative Relations
(m/m, adult, things that wriggle)
“Oh…oh, god.”
What other response was there for something slimy and…wriggly…probing at one’s ass?
Feelings fluttered around Jamie’s gut. Regret? Lack of commitment?
His pucker clenched instinctively against the would-be intruder, his hands following suit, digging into the hotel room’s deluxe comforter where he lay belly down with legs spread. “Are you–” His breath caught at another wet probing along the clenched crease of his cheeks. “Are you sure this is a good idea?”
“Relax, baby,” Sean crooned from behind him, rubbing the globe of Jamie’s left buttock lovingly. “I got it from a very respectable source.”
The combination of Sean’s voice and Sean’s touch was so soothing, Jamie almost forgot himself and relaxed. “Sean,” he breathed.
“Just for you, baby,” Sean purred. “Something special, just for my baby.”
More like just for Jamie’s ass and Sean’s visual pleasure, but they were past the point of quibbling over details. Sean had, after all, convinced Jamie to undress and get on the bed.
All had gone well until Jamie had been allowed to see the plant, strange and alien and quite clearly alive. You could only call it a plant at all because one end was rooted in a pot. There wasn’t any soil. No leaves or branches. Just a quivering gelatinous blob that was readily inclined to solidify and lengthen in order to penetrate any small hole you presented to it. Sean demonstrated using the curl of his hand.
That was when the freaking out began.
Jamie was generally a try anything once kind of guy, with the exception of sky diving, pole vaulting and a few dozen other things that were just plain stupid or inconsistent with his body type.
At any rate, he was definitely a try anything once when it came to sex kind of guy, but when the glob probing for entrance redoubled its efforts, he squeezed his eyes shut along with his ass and dropped his head. “Fuck, I can’t.” Imports were one thing, but this was just…weird.
“Can’t or won’t?”
“Sean,” he moaned into the fabric, “it’s alive.”
The glob went away and a slick, determined finger forced its way past his resistance. “Ahhh ow!” He arched up. That did not feel good.
Sean’s chuckle was like rich chocolate. “Well, if you’d just relax a little.”
“Not funny.”
“From where I’m sitting, baby, it’s downright hi-larious.”
Jamie’d usually have more to say to that, but with Sean stroking inside him, not too gentle, not too rough, and hitting just the right spot, he instinctively relaxed enough to turn his head to the side and glance over his shoulder at his lover of three years now.
Eyes bright with determination, Sean had the hots for getting the little plant, which made its way through customs just that morning, into Jamie’s ass before its expiration date. They reportedly didn’t live long outside their native environment, wherever the hell that was. Jamie was sure it was from out the center of the earth somewhere; it didn’t have any leaves and it wasn’t green, so yeah, he was going to go with “Lost World” origins or some such.
“I’d rather have you inside me.” He pulled a pout that usually worked, but Sean only shook his head.
“Later, baby, I promise.” Sean pulled his fingers free, moved the plant between them and stroked the gelatinous coating of the leaf-less member. The little alien stretched into his touch and vibrated at the attention. Sean licked his lips and gave Jamie’s ass an appreciative nod. “You know how I like to watch people fuck you.”
Jamie wrinkled his nose. People, were one thing. “You don’t suppose it’ll like…come…inside me.”
Sean snorted. “You want me to put a condom on it?”
Yes, Jamie thought, Fuck yes.
Sean moved the small plastic pot back between Jamie’s spread thighs; the sides of it were cool against his skin. “Now, stay open this time.”
Jamie exhaled a long breath and gave in. After all, he’d come this far. He forced himself not to resist the strangeness when the vegetative phallus again nudged at him. Fuck, just how in the hell did the plant know Jamie’s ass was where it wanted to be?
He couldn’t resist the twist of alarm that gripped his stomach as the plant found his pucker and began to push. He panted softly to calm himself. And then his anus was stretching under the pressure, and Jamie was reaching for Sean’s hand. The little plant had breached his body and it was too late to back out now.
He dared to relax a little more. He always did like having things pushed up his ass, this couldn’t be that different, could it? The blob readily expanded as his muscles allowed and Jamie groaned softly at the instant filling sensation, unable to deny the pleasure of it.
“That’s it, baby,” Sean crooned, “Mmmhmm.”
Jamie knew Sean was watching the plant progress. The man did love to watch.
Fortunately Jamie loved to fuck, so it worked out.
Generally Sean was hands-on when he watched. ‘Faster, slower, move your hips like this, baby’, type of hands on. And there was no doubt when he pried Jamie’s cheeks apart with his fingers that his eyes were glued to the spot where the desert red rod was languorously undulating its way into his body.
Sean had said the shaft would grow thicker as it entered him. Jamie hadn’t believed it. Neither of them had ever seen one before so they couldn’t both have been right.
And, fuck, was Jamie starting to enjoy being wrong.
“Are you hard?”
The question cut through the fast-growing haze of enjoyment. “Huh?”
“I said, are you hard, baby?” Fingers left tantalizing trails up and down his naked spine.
“Sean,” he gasped. The plant-thing kept fucking him, but slowly, not hard like his lover would later. It filled him gently, as if it lacked the power to do more, and flowed wave after wave of ripples down its length and into his body. If he didn’t know better, he’d say it was just as pleased to be in his ass as he was to have it there.
The mattress shifted beneath him. Sean moved closer, blunt fingertips probed at Jamie’s mouth. “Is that a yes?” Sean was like that, always wanting Jamie’s mouth, even as he shared Jamie’s ass, or sometimes Jamie’s dick.
Jamie’s mouth wasn’t allowed to be shared.
He nodded, letting Sean’s fingers in. They’d been wiped clean, but he could still taste where they’d been. The faintly bitter residue of the plant overpowered the muskiness of his body. He wanted to speak and tell Sean how good it felt, how hot he was now, how the need was starting to coil deep inside him, but Sean pushed gently down against his tongue, and all Jamie could do was suck in response.
“Show me.” Hot breath against his ear. Jamie’s heart beat faster. Sean wasn’t even watching any longer, which meant Sean wanted him now. Only him. “Show me how much you like being fucked for me.”
Obediently, Jamie started to get up, get his knees under him, but a hand pressed down at the small of his back, and more of the plant coiled up against his entry, still waiting to get inside, displeased that he’d threatened to move. “Don’t run away from it, baby,” Sean told him sweetly.
Jamie whimpered as Sean held him pinned to the mattress, the need to move exponentially stronger with being denied. Then Sean’s voice was low and sexy again, spurring him on. “Come on, baby,” he purred, promising lifetimes of reward for good behavior as the fingers in Jamie’s mouth slid from his lips and trailed a wet line off his chin and down his body. “Show me how much you like having that thing up your ass.”
“Fuuuck, Sean,” he groaned–
“Show me, precious.”
–and moved in the only way left to him, hands bracing himself in place as he rocked into the covers. He wanted it to be more, a real dick, something long and hard, something that would slam into him, with thrusts that would jar his body forward with the sheer force of them. “Sean…” More of a whine this time. He hauled his hips back, ignoring the way the phallus-plant folded like jelly against his balls, and ground down hard again.
“That’s my baby, more.”
Jamie thrust again–debasing himself for Sean came so naturally now.
“You’re so hot like this.”
Jamie kept going. His fingers lost sensation but never lost their grip, keeping him locked in place, on the bed, so he wouldn’t thrust his way right up to the headboard.
“Let me help you, baby.” A hand slid beneath his belly, strong fingers curling around his cock, forming a channel for him to thrust into. “Does that help?”
Jamie took full advantage of the gift, fucking Sean’s hand with no regard for the plant up his ass, not caring if it stayed in, if it fell out, if the mind blowing orgasm he was working up to had his ass contracting hard enough to shoot it backwards across the room.
“Sean!” he cried, “Fuck me, fuck me, please!”
Sean’s growl buzzed past his ear. Teeth clamped down on the side of his neck, the hold making it clear who was in charge. Staking his claim, like a wolf or a dog. Jamie screamed and came in rivers, jerking at the sensation pouring out of him.
Sean’s grip on his neck secured Jamie’s body until every last twitch had passed, until Jamie lay still and panting, in a pool of his own come.
The cords of muscle and sinew ached when Sean released him, tongue lapping at the mark he’d made. Jamie kept still, too tired to move. Too afraid of what he’d learn. The plant was a blob, barely felt, between his legs.
He held his breath as Sean kissed him, moving gently down his body.
Sean’s mischievous chuckle interrupted the mood. “I think you broke it, baby.”
“What?!”
“Shh, just relax.” Sean rubbed at the base of Jamie’s spine, jiggling his body and probably pulling with the other hand. The plant fell out of his ass with a plop.
“Ugh.” A thousand showers wasn’t going to be enough to get him clean. “Remind me to never listen to you.”
“What?” Sean shifted between Jamie’s legs. “You had a good time. You can’t tell me you didn’t.”
“Didn’t.” Jamie muttered just to be difficult.
“Don’t you even want to know how much I liked it?” Sean’s cock dropped out of nowhere, all at once warm against the small of Jamie’s back, the head dribbling a line of pre-come around the base of his spine. It was almost enough to resurrect Jamie’s erection, if he hadn’t just shot enough for three week’s combined.
“So now you want to fuck me,” he complained, the words coming out in a gravelly groan.
“Oh, I always want to fuck you, baby.”
Jamie spread his legs wider, cheek nestling against the mattress as Sean’s thick cock nudged at his hole and then pushed its way in. Too tired to haul his ass up and give Sean the deep penetration he craved, Jamie reveled in the boneless quality of his body; so good to let Sean take him this way. He could feel every thrust, every desire, his own body unable to counter or cushion any of the movement.
Usually it took several hours to get to this point. Fucking plant had done it in less than one.
Sean’s body, tightly strung, hands braced on either sides of Jamie’s limp chest, moved with perfectly restrained force. All his intention channeled into each hip snapping thrust.
Jamie closed his eyes, unable to focus on anything else. “Love it when you fuck me best.”
“Me too, baby.” Sean tensed and slid in deep again. “Me too.”
9 Comments so far...
Denise Kendrick Says:
27 February 2008 at 4:51 am.
Yes, well. We aim to please. 
Ok, mostly to please RD, but you know.
RD Solange Says:
27 February 2008 at 2:54 pm.
Heee!! Yis. Very important to keep me happy and occupied otherwise I get into terrible trouble. *nod*
Cassandra Says:
27 February 2008 at 11:33 pm.
Wow. That’s hot and a bit disturbing at the same time…
But mostly hot!
Denise Kendrick Says:
13 March 2008 at 4:03 pm.
Thanks for your comments! I’m happy people enjoyed it. 
