Mirio Togata X Tamaki Amajiki 18+

Having fun, Mirio?

Mirio looked down at Tamaki in shock. He didn't expect him to be so...abrupt with this! Especially since he had never topped before! "Sorry!" Tamaki winced. "Am I doing to much?" He asked in a concerned tone.

Mirio shook his head. "No, no, you're fine, sunshine, I just didn't expect to be this, erm, vulnerable." He said with a nervous laugh, a mix of arousal, excitement and nervousness rushing through his body.

"I can stop if you want..." Tamaki said, looking down at his wriggling tentacle fingers, feeling awkward and ashamed. "No, no I want to continue...I...I like it." He admitted, finding it sort of difficult to do so. He let out a small noise as the tentacles holding his ankles apart adjusted, tickling his skin as they tightened around him.

Tamaki felt pressure building up in his lower stomach, thanks to the squeak Mirio had let out. "Y-you really want me to keep going?" Tamaki asked, extremely nervous about all this. He wanted to please Mirio, but he was scared that he might mess up and ruin the experience for him.

Mirio nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, please baby..." he said with a small groan, the tentacle around his waist doing the same as the ones around his ankles did a moment before. "I'm all yours." He said, his face now as red as Tamaki's.

"O-ok..." Tamaki said, still a bit nervous about it all, but knowing that if Mirio did end up getting uncomfortable, he'd say the safe word. "Here we go..."

Mirio watched as a fifth tentacle snaked it's way up to his body, this one a bit thicker than the ones holding his legs apart, but not nearly as thick as the one holding him up by the waist. A jolt of pleasure shot through him, and he let out a shaky gasp as it coiled around his cock, and began to squeeze.

"Nnn!" Mirio let out another small, squeaking noise, that made Tamaki's head spin. Holy crap that was cute. Tamaki swallowed and tried to keep his composure, directing the tentacle to begin stroking.

"Ahh!" Mirio squeaked again, arching his back and biting his lip to keep his voice in. He knew he had to give some feedback though, otherwise Tamaki might think he was hurting him. "Auh-" he grunted again, the smooth, slippery tentacle rubbing him perfectly, gripping him tightly, but not so tight that it hurt.

The tentacle squeezed, wrapping tightly around his cock and suctioning the small white cups on it's underside to his sensitive skin. "Ahh...f-feels good..." He groaned, feeling a build up in his loins. Shit. He wasn't going to last long if Tamaki kept going like this. It felt so good!

"Ahhh!" He cried out. The tentacle pressed against his tip, sending another jolt of pleasure rocketing through his body, making his fingers spasm and his body arch again.

Tamaki felt his nose begin to drip blood, he watched Mirio's perfect body shuddering from the pleasure he was inflicting on him. His eyes kept darting from Mirio's flustered face, to his erect cock being smothered by the pink tentacle he was controlling. He felt his own cock shiver as it begged for it's own stimulation, and he wondered if it would be a bad thing if he jerked himself off along with Mirio.

He reached his hand down and began to stroke himself with the small, thin tentacles that used to be his fingers. "Mmm!" He moaned, trying to keep his voice down. He let the feelers sort of wriggle around his erection, since they sort of had a mind of their own, squirming and thrashing like an unmanned hose. He turned his attention back to Mirio, who was still squirming and struggling to hold on his pleasured moans.

Mirio groaned loudly, the pressure becoming unbearable as he was squeezed and stroked, hard and fast. He couldn't hold it in anymore! Just as he was about to release his climax, the tentacle slowed, preventing him from ejaculating.
He let out a whine. "Tamaki..." He groaned, a slight begging in his voice.

Tamaki let out a squeak, it was so strange seeing Mirio like this! His nosebleed worsened, and he wiped the blood on his arm. This power switch was so strange, but yet so enjoyable. He kind of liked being in control of Mirio. He wanted to keep going, keep pleasing him, but he wanted to do something different than just jerking him off. He gulped, struggling to find the words to ask Mirio the question brewing in the back of his mind. "Mirio? C-can I fuck you with my tentacles?"