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Seungmin eyes flit between Hyeongjun and his exposed chest on the operating table. “You’re absolutely insane.” He clicked his tongue.
“That’s a given.” The totally awake boy smirked. His eyes are being illuminated by the one shining just above him, burning his retinas. “You know you’re curious.”
“Do you know what is inside of your body?” The ‘doctor’ inquired.
“Sort of, not enough to say for sure. That’s why I asked you to do this for me and…science…” Hyeongjun explains, a crooked smile to his lips.
Seungmin is a smart man with a good education. Anyone would know better than to dissect something with little prior research–yet here he is.
Seungmin remembers like it happened yesterday.
Well actually. It did.
You see, no normal doctor at the Seoul Psyche ward– defiled with crazies, depressed people who tried to commit and will only stay for a week, dangerous-minded zombies and mania-induced madness would let this happen. Hyeongjun and him formed a bond over a shared knowledge that…something wasn’t right with Hyeongjun. He was incapable of feeling pain and thus failed to notice when there was obvious distress externally of his body. He bled like he had a beating heart. He bled like the scent of iron would attract a rouge animal, but down in the layers of his skin, through muscle, fat and bone? Was something far greater and more enticing. Something black and dark.
Sometimes Seungmin would see his patient hitting himself or scratching far harder than normal just to look inside his body. He couldn’t feel pain, this was why Seungmin caught him doing this so often. It was unknown if he was ever going to get out of the ward for his behavior. Regardless he had become accustomed to the life here, forming bonds and relationships including Seungmin, his personal therapist.
In fact Seungmin cannot recall the exact words from him one night between a shared kiss after dark–yes, Seungmin and Hyeongjun had a highly inappropriate relationship going on none of them could find out about. Both adults but Hyeongjun was 19 and Seungmin 26. This isn’t important for the fact that–paraphrased–
“Hey, it would be interesting if you professionally cut me open to see what is inside of me for the name of science?”
Seungmin knew he wasn’t normal. There was something inside of him using his body as a vessel. Either that or he just literally filled with it only as an external mark for his body in the form of skin, muscle, eyes, hair… etcetera. Undeniably, he never got a full glimpse. Sometimes he’d see blackened blood or the shimmer of little stars flitting between the mass, when he hurt himself he was tasked to bandage him up. Or it slipped out his nose, or the backs of his eyes. No one else knew about this even if sometimes it could be a little obvious.
Hyeongjun had always been a recluse at the ward, spending his time alone.
Even Seungmin.
If Hyeongjun had little tentacles try and slip out his wet throat, he’d swallow them back down before anyone stumbled upon him–even Seungmin.
It was as if Seungmin blinked once and only once, that led him in this position right now. There is absolutely no way this can go wrong whatsoever., right?
Seungmin straightened his suit, snapped his gloves, and slipped the scalpel to his chest. “I’m gonna get started with my… science, alright?”
“Mhm.” Hyeongjun hummed, licking his lips.
With diligence, seungmin drug the scalpel to burrow beneath his flesh. It started with a small slit in the middle, right between his swelled pectorals with little definition and nipples rosy and budding. It hardly made a peep, only the slightest hint of slipperiness squelching followed with the damp scalpel. It was precise enough to make a clean cut, through the fat and muscle tissue. Seungmin had enough practice to make a perfect box to the left of his chest–just barely off-centered. Once he reaches the final, bottom cut it looks like an opened latch. The internal layer of skin was the last human thing regarding the internal layer, looking exactly like the biology textbooks with layers of the dermis. Little veins looked like tree roots poking through the layers, and the small black-head like dots of hair follicles nestled deep between the tissues. Seungmin couldn’t say examining the normal skin wasn’t nauseating, at least a little bit–but he’d seen far more insane patients who did worse things to themselves and/or others.
Hyeongjun didn’t say anything, licking his lips and checking his reflection in the light above like he was bored. Seungmin always knew Hyeongjun wasn’t entirely human. Otherwise he would be screaming, sobbing, crying his throat raw until it burned and bled until either shock or blood loss won the race to his unconsciousness first.
Beneath him, his hair was ratty and tangled. The longs were impossibly long and unkept. There was a puffy swell tinged red under both his eyes but it was not from any crying. Hyeongjun was incapable of that. Regardless, it was the same shade of his bitten-raw glossy lips and the plump flesh beneath his skin.
One could say he was beautiful, even with a box opening to his chest cavity.
Even if Hyeongjun was not human, blood still paints his gloves. It is still strung to the vibrant flesh for each corner he slides off. The layer of fat is very small, just a bubbly texture in the hue of orange sandwiched between the dermis and red muscle. Seungmin felt like he was just cutting another cake, the final bottom cut almost slipped right through. In his hand it was weighty, soggy and wet and molded to the palm of his gloved hand while human blood trickled his blue gloves.
Seungmin set the piece of human flesh on a tray next to meaningless medical instruments. The piece was soggy, and made a meaty slap as it hit the tray. Seungmin takes off his gloves now, just because he has a weird and impulsive idea that he must follow while he has the chance. Hyeongjun’s eyes opened widely, watching his bizarre and unexplained actions with rapt attention. Seungmin peered to the black box that swirled to life upon being disturbed.
Inside the box was bone, his ribcage, obviously. That was all that could be slightly seen, because a thick and viscous liquid slowly ebbed out. It was dark and cosmic, looking like little speckled stars were in it. Nothing human-like, it was the mass that filled Hyeongjun with all the swirling darkness and wet energy that fueled his inhuman body. That was what was inside of him, it looked almost galactic in color but didn’t carry any odor, ebbing through his body 24/7 and he was finally face-to-face with it now. No longer was it slipping out his nose and the backs of his eyes.
“It looks…pretty.” Seungmin marveled. That was an understatement. It seemed like a piece of the universe trapped inside his body. If there were a god it must have plucked a chunk from the universe and planted it inside him.
“Does it now?” Hyeongjun asked. “It’s never normally this vibrant, it’s always dull. Oh–” The former had lifted his head up to look inside himself too. How would it feel for him? Seungmin couldn’t wrap his head, the fact that Hyeongjun just carried this inside him for some unexplainable reason for as long as he remembered possessing it. If the look gracing his features were anything to go back, he was awestruck himself. “Wow.”
Seungmin didn’t feel freaked out. “Yeah, it really does. It almost looks…watery too.”
“I think it kind of is, at least during the times it inappropriately chooses to slip out of me.” Hyeongjun had his own eyes on the box now, the goop had a pretty cosmic texture to it like someone condensed the universe itself and all the little stars. They were both fascinated by such a thing, especially considering the skin above it acted like real skin. Or maybe just the final human barrier. The more Seungmin looked at it the more he wondered, what would happen if he stuck his finger into it? After several forever-passing seconds nothing came out to bite him. There was a reason he took his glove off before even when Hyeongjun hadn’t implored. Seungmin at first, poked a finger inside it. It felt one lukewarm and viscous with a hint of liquidness enough to cause ripples of the cosmic goo as he swirled his finger around. A small drag of resistance hit him, not strong enough for him to play with the new substance.
Hyeongjun’s face went red. “H-huh,” he hiccuped. “Eh?” Seumi?”
Seungmin smiled. “Sorry. Maybe I should have asked first, I was just really curious.” He shrugged.
“Bastard…” He hissed but refused to stop him. It was almost inappropriate and intimate between them. Seungmin didn’t care how much the viscous slime would stick on his hand, he pushed through with the heel of his palm to experiment. The deeper layer of cosmic goo was a bit thicker, it felt oddly greasy and his palm seemed to catch more of the cold sensations. He scrunched his nose up, it wasn’t the most pleasant feeling to his skin however the fascination was nipping him in the butt to continue.
“Does it feel good?” He asked, rubbing around. There were no organs, just sludge that filled it. His fingers danced from the underside bumps and gaps of his ribcage, the bone was the most human internal thing of him. Sturdy and thick, it was still slightly hidden by the layer of stars and purple sheen enclosing it. He imagined it like oobleck depending on the position of his hand as he trudged deeper, spurred by Hyeongjun’s little care.
Hyeongjun had entered a state of stupor, almost. “Yeah, it feels really good…” He hitched his breath. “You keep brushing against something and it feels…pleasurable…?” He squealed, watching raptly as Seungmin’s hand did its exploration.
Seungmin didn’t think so much about the latter half of the statement. He was too engrossed being fascinated with alien goop like he was a toddler with slime. As if this couldn’t be extremely dangerous for the unknown, he repeatedly squished around. A couple of times had he bumped against a firm thing, not like the sternum though. Beneath it. The light above Hyeongjun flickered, going bright and then dimming until a shadow fell over his chest and the room was bathed in a more dimmer, intimate light. They both ignored this. Hyeongjun’s body temperature rose a little, tensing his thighs as Seungmin kept brushing up against it.
“Can you describe it to me?”
Hyeongjun barked out a laugh. “Hah, you sound like you're interrogating me in your office.” He joked–there was a noticeable waver in his tone.
“Oh, shut up. You know no one can know our little secret…” He licked his lips. Seungmin liked to feel all smug and pride in spite of the odd situation at hand. It was as if a foreign motor was running inside his body fueling him to do this. This certainly was not the plan when dissecting Hyeongjun’s body.
All of a sudden, Seungmin froze and his eyes widened. A sweat had broken over him in an instant. While he let his hand deep lower something slimy poked out to cradle his hand. He jostled a bit, which caused…whatever that was to retreat faster than the multitude of blinks which followed afterward. “Something weird just…”
Hyeongjun shuddered, eyes never straying away from Seungmin–now leaned over the bed–hand-deep in the little opening of his body. He must have felt it too. “How is it?”
“Huh?” He paused–before realizing the boy was referring to the texture. “Uh, it kinda…feels like marinated raw chicken. It’s cold.” He blurted, not putting much thought other than stating the first thing that came to mind. None of them proceeded to address whatever the hell just grabbed his hand.
Maybe Seungmin should have taken that as a sign to stop.
He didn’t. He was morbidly fascinated.
“I’ve never felt that good before…” Hyeongjun muttered, guiding his hand deeper to brush against the firm swell of something hard and glassy again. Seungmin kept waiting for it, for it to come back out and tug him down and swallow him alive but it never happened, and Seungmin couldn’t stop. It was odd, strange, fascinating, and everything in between.
“Hmm.” Seungmin adjusted his glasses with his free hand. He watched as the former averted his gaze and that– only then did he notice there was weird sexual tension pulsating through the room in ripples. Something invisible, indistinguishable, but near impossible to ignore once he realized he was touching such an intimate part of the human’s alien core. It didn’t stop him because he wasn’t being swallowed alive or told to stop.
He pulled a glob of it out, it was almost like jelly in a semi-solid form. It was always ebbing through his body like a tide, filling his veins. He set it up on the table next to the human skin, for experimentation later. It didn’t take much force for his hand to slip through, until it hit his wrist. “Oh, wow, it goes deep… It’s not gonna get stuck is it?”
Seungmin was hit with some sort of clarity. This entire time he was ignoring the danger of the unknown this posed. God knows what or why this thing filled Hyeongjun to the very depths of his core–it just did. However, what washed over him wasn’t fear or terror. Naturally curious, he wanted to explore more. For the first time he felt a little shrill of uncomfortability. By natural means the hand should have stopped to press against more skin while actually he could easily slip his entire hand deep inside. Maybe it was a vast, condensed universe.
“I don’t think so.” Hyeongjun grunted, he couldn’t believe this was making Hyeongjun produce such sounds. “I don’t know but it’s always inside of me, when I eat food it just disintegrates. That’s why I don’t piss or shit, there’s nothing for me to expel–”
“But sometimes it slips out.” Seungmin finished. There is an odd sense of fascination that swelled inside him, the substance almost looked beautiful. It was a navy shade of blue, though extremely deep with flecks of cosmic stars and glitter all passed the layer of lively human flesh. “I see it, I see when you try to discreetly wipe it from your nose or eye.” Seungmin dug around, and for a safety measure pulled the hand out just to make sure it would not get stuck. Alas, it stayed intact and pulled out nicely. There was an intriguing ring of red that started at the middle of his arm but stopped just above his wrist–it was drying, decaying blood. From that down, something dark and black with no signs of faux stars flecking them. Just black ink. He didn’t notice it because he was so engrossed beforehand.
“You’ve seen it happen too many times to count. So have I.” He finished.
“Mhm.” Seungmin effortlessly agreed.
Seungmin slipped his hand back inside, curiously he wedged his hand deeper until in the middle–where his heart would be–he brushed up against a ball structure. “What’s this?” He was almost done exploring…but then that happened. A violent shudder wracked Hyeongjun’s body.
“Oh shit, right, ah!” He moaned. Seungmin took a sharp breath in, getting high on his cute little sounds. For whatever reason that was what seemed to be making him feel good.
“Can I try and pull on it?” Seungmin asked, morbid awe getting to the best of him.
“I– I guess.”
Seungmin yanked it after cradling it with his hand. Out came a glowing orb with remnants of the dubious substance falling off like a hydrophobic surface. It was pearlescent and inside there was squirting liquid in pastel rainbow colors. It was oddly pretty. Seungmin had never seen anything like this before– there was a single cord connecting to it with the essence ebbing through the vein. Maybe it was an artery, providing nutrients to whatever mass filled Hyeongjun’s body beyond. “Huh…interesting. Is that what’s making you feel good?” For extra measure, he stroked it. It was like it was teasing Hyeongjun.
“Mmmmhm~ shit, stop for now, it’s getting too much.”
Seungmin felt himself grow hard into his jeans at the bizarre situation. He complied and put the thing back inside, trying to put it in the same spot as before. Seungmin was about to let go before something wrapped around it again pulling it deeper. Seungmin knew this because he felt the brush against his hand. Mildly spooked, he figured this was the time he ought to stop because now there was no doubt something was in there. It wasn’t just galactic oobleck. “Awe hell, you felt that too?”
“Shit, yeah.” Hyeongjun adjusted himself. “I– I don’t–” Internally he was panicking. This was a horrible idea. He had a feeling it was the beastly things that crawled up his throat or tried to poke out his nose away from prying eyes sometimes. “Let’s um. Let’s stop… pretend this didn’t happen.”
Seungmin couldn’t fight his feelings. Hyeongjun, even so distraught, looked beautiful like this. Holding a hand over the square in his chest with trembling fingertips. His breathing became a bit ragged. It was the only warning any of them got, a shrill shriek that abruptly belted out of Hyeongjun before the inevitable happened.
Hyeongjun gasped. The orb shook like it was aggravated. All of a sudden, a mass of dark liquid less viscous shot up like a spurting puncture wound. It wasn’t like the cosmic slime, it was just pitch black and smelled absolutely foul as it jetted out all over Seungmin’s attire. Like the stuff that was coating his hands. “Um–”
“Oh my god–”
“That… I didn’t do that…” Hyeongjun shuddered. “I didn’t make it do that, I’m so sorry!” He was poorly concealing his fear.
“Maybe we should… aha, stop. I’ll just stitch you up and we’ll have no complications, see~? Easy as pie!” He back-tracked, wobbly grin etching his face like he wasn’t the one who caused it.
Three rubbery tentacles shot up to grab ahold of Seungmin’s free hand. When they broke free, they stretched and tore the man-made cut in his chest. They were slimy and wet, the same galactic shade with pudgy suckers on the inside that wrapped around his arm in a vice. “Ow–!” In a flash Hyeongjun jolted from the operating table and tried to force the things away. They had a mind of their own, tugging Seungmin’s nimble hand further inside the mass. They made his hand rub faster against the core like they were hungry for him too. It forced his body to exert pressure forwards and lean against his stomach, effortlessly did the hand slip past the wrist and down to his forearm and take the clutched orb with it.
So that’s what it– they were. Dormant tentacles. The things forced his hands to cradle the orb, poking at the now jelly texture which made Hyeongjun writhe beneath him.
Hyeongjun shuddered violently. “Oh… that feels… ah!”
Seungmin’s heart frantically beat in his ribcage. His eye twitched, he genuinely thought it would swallow him whole if it saw him as a vile threat. The tentacles released a little, allowing more freedom for Seungmin to erotically rub the mysterious liquid-filled orb. Hyeongjun kept panting like a dog, eyes drawn in pleasure and body shaking. Even if initially Seungmin was deeply perturbed, Hyeongjun didn’t seem like he was distraught. “Does… is this okay–? Why are they doing that!” He shrieked. They had a mind of their own.
Hyeongjun nodded. “I don’t know why it’s forcing you but I don’t mind… it feels even better than before…!” He whined, high in pitch like a keen dog. Seungmin supposed the enigma was like an erogenous zone. Not after long the wet squishy substance dissolved into something warmer, sweeter. Hyeongjun let out a resolute grunt before relaxing greatly. The tentacles shrunk in on themselves, going flaccid but not entirely disappearing. To say the sensation was weird was the understatement of the century. Hyeongjun was coming down from it, red cheeks colored to the tips of his ears and valley of his throat. Seungmin pulled his hand away, it was wet with the psychedelic rainbow colors in the orb that must’ve leaked out for some fucked up ejaculation. What the fuck?!
Seungmin felt himself get fully worked up now. “Hyeongjun-ah, human or not you’re beautiful…” His gaze flickered between the liquid on his hands, Hyeongjun’s flustered face.
“I didn’t know they would do this…” Three turned to four. They were urging Seungmin’s top attire off. Three of them, all ascending his body and leaving slipper translucent slick to work off his top. They felt really warm and wet with meaty slaps against his skin. Ridges of puckering bumps kissed his honeyed skin while they weaved through his buttons and effortlessly exiled it from his shoulders. Seungmin could only wildly look around, eyes ping-ponging between them. It wasn’t fear, quite, just the quickening pace of his heart upon the arrival of sudden escalation. He could feel the wetness trailing through and around, seeping into the fabric of his flimsy attire and turning damp. The tentacles were beautiful albeit strange, truly.
“Shh, it’s fine. You’re okay…?” Hyeongjun gulped, cradling his face. “I… I think they want you Seungmin…”
“More than.” Seungmin shouldn’t be okay with this. The air was still and silent, far too much for the situation at hand. The only noises were his staccato breathing and squelching sounds as the appendages explored his topless body. The foreign objects weren’t alone. Hyeongjun's eyes were roving over the vast expanse. “‘Dunno why they… would…”
Maybe the alarming tentacles were caricatures of Hyeongjun’s hidden desire and inappropriate affection for his therapist and ward doctor.
Was it horrible for Seungmin to admit he didn’t mind? Instead of tensing up he leaned in. Chasing the echoes of their touch. He couldn’t fight the little sighs escaping from his lips, whimsical and wispy with soft edges. The same daintiness in which Seungmin slipped his finger inside the mass of his chest harboring all those little twinkling stars.
The suit pooled to the ground of the operating room. It revealed Seungmin’s rosy chest with perked nipples and abs much more prominent than the former. The tentacles were curious, touching his body and mapping the contours up to his nipples. Hyeongjun didn’t stop them even if technically their strength combined could slow them down. It was a dramatic turn of events that forced them to give in to the bizarre situation and confront the desire for each other. One of them formed an affinity with the little ridges of his stomach and abs, almost kissing them with their suckers. The three turned into four when a final one weaved its way through the now tight box encased with dried blood and the inky substance. To say the sensation wasn’t weird was a crime, but he also couldn’t deny fat puckers suckling on his skin gently was not grossly erotic. They were thick and powerful, leaving suctions powerful enough to leave traces of red and purple marks over his topless body.
Maybe the most jarring thing was the juxtaposition dancing between them and Hyeongjun’s blank face only mildly colored pink. He let them do their thing, awestruck. Hyeongjun had kept licking his lips, shivering like there was an extension he could feel.
“Fuck. Maybe I should cut up more demonic entities.”
“...Yeah.”
One of the appendages were bold enough to slip beneath his work jeans. They couldn’t unzip his zipper but had no problem twirling around his bulge in soft boxers. The other two peered down, then started to ease and relax his tensed thighs sprawled over Hyeongjun’s nimble lap. They slipped under the boxers until one of them gripped his taut cock, another smaller one fondling his balls. Seungmin’s thighs quivered, he was feeling beyond pleased despite the grotesque texture of alien tentacles. It was spongey but musclely, wetly sauntering around in its path while the other two curled over the bumps of his ribcage.
“You feel so nice, Seumi…”
“What?” Seungmin froze.
“I… I can feel your skin through the tentacles, it’s warm.” That was an understatement. His skin was literally searing. Scorching hot from the newfound exertion regarding his gently rocking hips and the psychical manifestation of waves of flitting butterflies dancing in his stomach. He was nervous but the tentacles did not seem to care. “It’s um, really hard to describe but while I can’t control them, I can almost…taste it too. It’s weird.”
“O- oh..?” Seungmin stuttered. “Ha, they feel slippery but it’s so.. So…”
“Good?”
“Mhm.” The other hastily mumbled. He rocked his hips a bit harder, faster, more desperate. The slipperiness was delicious. It felt better than any lubed-up fist Seungmin possessed in the midst of messy sheets in the dark of his room. It allowed the appendages to freely twist around from his base to the tip, alternating between each other. One of them lingered on his glans, not quite resting but only gently awaying its tip around. Seungmin was close to seeing literal stars and Hyeongjun was sitting there with a jack slack and drooling down his chin. He could really taste him like this, Seungmin couldn’t see it as a lie.
Seungmin was clad over his lap, jerking his hips restlessly into tentacles sprouting from the dark mass swirling inside Hyeongjun. It was really hot, especially when one of the more frisky ones pulled his pants down fully. It revealed his leaking cock. Small, but thick with a little curve and dark glans. The rush of cool air hitting the viscous slime left from them, translucent and pearly like come, sent his hips tense. Hyeongjun groaned, he didn’t have any control over them. The shine of their rubbery skin which sparkled under the fluorescent light. Of the two just barely fighting for room on his cock the second used its tip to dig into his slit. “Ow, fuck …” He groaned.
Overstimulation was hitting him like a truck. It caused every hair on his body to rise with prickled frisson. Little jewels of tears beaded to the corners of his eyes, he wasn’t sure how he was sitting there and continuing to take it.
“A-are you okay?”
“It’s– uh, a– a lot but I’ll ma…manage…” Seungmin was desperate. The other two were whirling around his nipples. An intense duel sensation was hurling right to the edge, something warm and hot breaching into his stomach like a virus and bleeding like watercolor with his arousal.
Unsurprisingly, Hyeongjun was hard in his pants. The bouncing of Seungmin’s sinewy muscles and ass from buoyancy rubbing against his rigid cock provided minimal pleasure in turn. Never enough to satiate him. Seungmin came first, always–
Seungmin made a sort of shrill shriek. “Ah, I’m… I’m gon…nah…a…” His muscles relaxed and so did the tentacles, slipping away to rest respectfully back on his chest. Come dribbed, then spurted out and some of it wiggled through the jelly mass comatosing in his cavity. Seungmin leaned over, the tentacles sensed his ease and comfortingly ran across his body, as he descended from the comedown. He ejaculated prematurely, in less than two minutes unlike ever before. His glossy eyes gazed over the ropes of white come that seemed to be swallowed into oblivion.
Hyeongjun rubbed his back, biting his lip like a little rabbit deep in thought while comforting him. Seconds, minutes, maybe in the dozens could have passed however everything passed in the blink of an eye. Seungmin felt the face on his flush color back to him and the sweat disappeared as the homeostasis hit him again. His weeping cock no longer buzzed with uncomfortable overstimulation. The tentacles didn’t retreat, they just laid there and nipped or grumbled at each other like they had actual sentient minds.
“That was… weird, but hot.” He stated. “I didn’t know they could be horny.” Hyeongjun was the first to break the knife-slicing thick tension.
“How the fuck did we end up in this situation?” Seungmin chuckled. “I mean, seriously–”
“I want you so bad, Seumi. I think they do too. Maybe it’s an extension of…my feelings.”
“You think…?” Seungmin drew out. They never spoke about it out loud. Seungmin refrained from voicing that’s what I was thinking too. That he could feel those weighted gazes, the inappropriate tension sparking between them as of recent spring months. Hyeongjun was a special patient to him, but his feelings only came to light when he realized the new feelings after he became nineteen. Whether or not he was ever let out, nothing could change the fact that he wasn’t human. And you know what– Seungmin didn’t care. He loved him no less.
“Doctor and patient, how scandalous, and I’m seven years older~!” Seungmin playfully retorted, trying to break the soft silence befalling them.
“I… okay, it is pretty odd. Is it really worse than this?” He poked the flaccid tentacles. “You’re so hot. Just…sitting on my lap. All ready for me…”
Seungmin’s eyes grew to saucers. “Yeesh, and now all that dirty talk? You just let them jerk me off…”
“And it looked amazing.. Screw the silence.” His calloused hand reached to boop his nose. “I could taste how salty your precum was on my tongue. Eugh, I still don’t have regrets…” That hand fell from the bridge of his nose to the curve of his cheek. Comforting after the fallout.
A messy kiss. Hyeongjun pulled him in, causing a surprised-induced stupor to temporarily take home to Seungmin who never left his lap. When they pulled back, Hyeongjun had the smugest cat-got-the fuckin’ cream look on his face. Seungmin pulled in for another kiss and they were sitting atop each other, tangled lips and messy tongues kin to fumbling teenagers. Who the hell cared about looming tentacles watching the scene? Not when the warmth of their bodies transferred like electrical currents, white-hot. It was so close that between both of them, it was clear as day they had no fucking clue how to kiss. For Hyeongjun; it was a lack of having any normal experience being in a ward most of his life while doctors scratched their heads on what was truly wrong with him. After all, who’d want to kiss a weirdo with weird ink spilling from his lips? For Seungmin; a matter of a somewhat boring life and not able to hold erections around girls. He got some PHDs and studied psychology which.. Uh, yes, ended him here.
Hyeongjun was delicate and soft with him, humming sweetly and muttering delightful sounds under his breath. “Hmm, you taste so good, Seumi…”
The tentacles stirred awake again. They grew restless, barely containing themselves from the inside of Hyeongjun’s alien body cavity. Seungmin knew this because he registered them crawling between the narrow gap of their bodies, eager. Hyeongjun must’ve feigned to notice it, pulling him in for more messy and slobbery kisses. He could feel a mixture of alien goo, the galactic material inside of the vessel, and remnants of blood from the initial exposure. It stuck to their skin in a wet, warm slick that only fueled his arousal more and more.
But he could tell that wasn’t the only thing stirring between them.
Tentacles.
They were growing rowdy, almost grotesquely disturbing when they slipped out beneath their bodies. Seungmin rather abruptly pulled away and chuckled at the sight of Hyeongjun and his tousled hair and lidded eyes.
“I think we need to make more room, don’t you think?” Seungmin grabbed the scalpel. He didn’t really know what he was doing, maybe just driving himself on an impulse and following through obediently. “The tentacles, I mean. They’re too thick to get out any more.” He clicked his tongue and coo’d at them. They were almost…cute, despite their daunting strength and size.
“Wow, body shaming them?” Hyeongjun teased. “Go on then…if you really want to go there with the tentacles.” He mumbled, more than welcoming by shifting his body upwards to lean against the hard pillow of the operating room’s bed upright. It was almost hard to forget that they were in a rented operating room in the heat of every alien thing sparking between them.
Seungmin yoinked the scalpel and cut a large slit between the sternum and navel. He pried the bloody wound open to be met with more cosmic darkness before the tentacles pushed their way out.. “Oh…!” He watched with attentive eyes how they grew massively in size and length as they had more room to slip out of. The skin surrounding the slit pushed open into a gaping wound mapped by the swerving alien appendages. The length of his body matched up to them, little flaccid and curious tips gazing down like he was nothing to their now colossal size and suckling puckers. Seungmin let out a boyish moan and Hyeongjun a hearty grunt, slapping them in their base to encourage them.
He felt like the MC in a bizarre manhwa. Fear didn’t accurately describe it, it was more akin to intimidation. They didn’t hurt him though, just seemed intrigued by–to their perception–a small and helpless human shrinking beneath their size. They had gone from just five to eight feet tall from his eye’s feeble judgement.
“Fuck, that’s what you get for messing with them I guess.” He snorted. “They don’t bite. Probably.”
“They can’t… at least I hope.” Seungmin shyly averted his gaze, hands pressed on either side of the gaping harmless wound. He felt like a small, helpless toy beneath them and he liked it. One of them was bold to slither around his torso. The sensation was so erotic and wet it caused tenfolds of new arousal and butterflies to dance in his stomach. Another one nudged his body to lean against Hyeongjun who was mostly quietly but likely about to explode from his erection. He did not have much time to study his face before one of the smaller ones still possessed enough strength to slip under his pants and knead his ass apart. He froze.
His pants were pulled down and Seungmin’s puckered ass was being poked at. “S’ fine… oh, be careful~” He boyishly moaned. Hyeongjun couldn’t hold himself back, sneaking a hand through the narrow gap separating their flushed bodies, emitting heat to rub himself off. “It…oh…wow. It feels good…”
“Yeah, does it now?” Hyeongjun inquired, patting his sides affectionately. “Hmmm, fuck, I could die right now. Literally it’s…amazing.”
He felt the shift in his belly, the way it plunged with nervousness when the slimy tentacle effortlessly eased through his rectum. It made him feel so full and amazing. The alien appendages were clearly lubricated enough as is, as there was only a small drag of resistance as it curled inside his walls. The fat suckers were the rough point, thick and a little drier but caused enough friction to send him to actual heaven. Driven by pleasure, Seungmin started rutting his hips against it to take it as deep as it possibly could. He felt the wet tip hit the very edge, a small bump made itself apparent through his stomach. He swore he could feel the wet muscle puncture his stomach each time it slid out, gaping his pink hole. The other tentacle watched and waited, resting between the first curve of his asscheek and flush against the active one.The third tentacle continued wrapping his body around and squeezing to asphyxiate him a little.
It caused a startled breath to emit out of him, choked into a pretty little moan. “Huhhh… s’ fucking me so good…”
The pink, swollen ring of his rim was benign stretched wider effortlessly as the tentacle slipped all the way in. Inside his ass felt moist but very, very full. The one inside was close to pulsating and throbbing like a real, cabled cock with veins matching the frantic beat of its heart. Those puckers ran against his innermost walls and Seungmin found his hips to rock against it, stretching his hole and feeling the burn while he shook the operating bed and rid it like the best dildo ever in his life.
“Is it?” The final tentacle slipped between their bodies and took Hyeongjun’s hand to pry it away, then taking the extremity’s place to jerk off Hyeonjun’s cock. Their moans were synchronised in sort of fucked up symphony. “Tell me how it feels. I can feel you around me, clenching…wow…ugh, fuck, I feel full too… hngh…”
Seungmin made an indigent sound. He ran out of stamina to fuck himself against it, further supported by the minimal room around their bodies. “Does it feel good around your cock?”
“Super slimy, never felt such good… friction in my… life!” From the way his muscles locked beneath him, thighs and legs rigid with the slightest hint of quiver, he came. Hyeongjun was much more quiet, only providing adorable little grunts while a tentacle was taking its turn jerking his hard cock off.
Seungmin was getting close but not quite. A handful of times had he fucked himself on a dildo and it was tricky to get the right angle. Unfortunately, the brush of puckers wasn’t enough to make something build up quickly in spite of the small jolts of pleasure that hit him. It felt good nonetheless, otherwise he wouldn’t be moaning into the heat of Hyeongjun’s skin. Hyeongjun noticed this and maybe the tentacles did too, the one inside of his ass started to curl up in search of a particular spot.
“Oh, fuck!”
The reaction was instantaneous. He angled his hips upwards to chase the downwards-tipped, moist, tentacle manipulating and alternating between using its tip and plump sucker to hammer to his prostate. His cock bobbed up and down, and the appendage below suddenly gripped both of their cocks at the same time. Hyeongjun was bigger than him, more veiny with wracks of blood cabling the shaft and swollen tip. However, he was soft from the recent climax. Nonetheless he moaned cutely, all while the smaller tentacle whirled around theirs together between the narrow gap and lubricated it.
All of a sudden the intense hit hit him like a tidal wave.
Every pucker-induced brush drove him close.
Each whirl of their slick cocks meeting together and being squeezed drove him into the murky territory of overstimulation—but what came over him was different than the sharp, ever intense and fast overarching feeling of his cock getting wetly stroked. It was something deeper and more visceral, real, hot, everything in between–
It became too much all at once. The final edge pushed him to a girthy slimy tentacle curling off his body and breaching the threshold of his mouth. Seungmin slumped forward. Unlike what he expected the orgasmic climax was not as hard of a hitter or sharp and fast like what predecessor mimicked. He could only let out a low hum as the thick thing entered his mouth, curving around. It was trying to slide down his throat but stopped right where he began to gag on it and its puffy suckers. He moaned around it, trying not to gag and choke. His orgasm came in violently slow and steady but not jagged. The tentacle whirling around their cocks eased up, smearing slick and come around their bodies. Inside his mouth the tentacle let go, resting limping while the one inside his ass didn’t move out but didn’t try to push, either. Seungmin sucked on the third tentacle inside his hot heady mouth. This was the one sensation he hadn’t felt from the alien entities. Their taste. Slightly murky and cold, there wasn't much to discern besides the taste of mucusy gunge like snail slime.
Seungmin didn’t really notice it because he thought it was just more slick alien wetness breaching his throat but…something trickled down his throat in between his wet gurgles. Delicious, he hummed, but knew there was no way Hyeongjun flushed and panting could decipher his incoherent mumbles.
When the tentacles had their fun they let go of his body, the one slipped outside his hole. His jaw ached and so after his ass despite the minimal time the alien entities spent inside him.
“You okay?” Hyeongjun asked. “You look wrecked.”
“I wonder why,” his tone dripped with playful sarcasm. In reality he was spent as hell, tousled hair and crimson painted cheeks, an intense wave of tiredness hit him like a truck. “Are you… feeling alright…?”
Hyeongjun grinned and nodded. “More than. I only came once but I really liked seeing you get pleased. Don’t care how weird it is.”
They both thought they were done, all of the tentacles swerved around idly and let them rest but didn’t retreat just yet. Seungmin thought he and Hyeongjun would have a nice comedown after they messily kissed. It didn’t do anything to them, the refractory period was a bitch but it still felt nice nonetheless. Hyeongjun’s lips were pillowy and soft, tender while they tangled around each other. He didn’t know how long this oddly domestic moment was shared between them like before.
He knew something though for sure–regardless of the slip in the universe or weird…alien complications–
He loved Hyeongjun through and through.
The post clarity settled something warm and soft over his body.
“Hyeongjun… this is a really weird time to say this but…” He pulled away from the messy kiss. “I think I love you regardless of your anomalies.”
“Yeah, you think so?” He hummed, so shy and sweet like a soft flower opening up to him.
“I know so.”
“You’re really cheesy but… yeah. I love you too.” For extra security he nuzzled their noses together. “We should probably um, take care of things and get cleaned up, yeah? Never tell a soul about this.”
“Obviously.” Seungmin rolled his eyes and started to get up. Tried.
Instead he had suddenly become bound by the feeling of two of the tentacles stirring back to life and wrapping around his wrists. They lifted him up in the air like he weighed nothing to them. “Huh–!” His eyes flew wide and stomach dropped. Hyeongjun was equally as shocked. Something was different about this, Seungmin felt wronged. He was too tired and couldn’t even get hard again yet the mindless tentacles ignored that fact and held him up like he was nothing. His legs lay limply and he felt like a doll on display. “Shit, stop them!” He cried out. He was fully lifted into the air, a rush of cool air hitting his gaping hole and flaccid cock and dangling balls.
“Oh my god what the fuck!” Hyeongjun hissed.
Hyeongjun was trying his best to scramble and wrangle them. The problem was that they were too thick at the base to be swayed by Hyeongjun punching them or strangling them. The comforting atmosphere had quickly turned into something more dark and serious– the third tentacle shot up to bind Hyeongjun’s wrists above his head. He couldn’t move now either. “No, no no no I’m sorry Seungmin!” He yelled. “I can’t– I can’t stop them I–”
Seungmin couldn’t believe this was happening.
Maybe he should have expected it. Something was too good to be true and now they were both at the mercy of mindless appendages, this time totally. They had amazing integrity in the fact that they could hold him up in the air with their strength, He was shaking. His heart beat faster again. “Fuck, fuck make it stop!” He cried.
The final one slipped inside Seungmin’s aching and gaping hole. It was the biggest one, it looked as though the bottom of it swelled up and pulsated with something nasty and disgusting. It didn’t hurt but just felt weird. The problem was that Seungmin didn’t want it again. And Hyeongjun was sitting there wide-eyed and terrified because he couldn’t stop it, try as he might. Seungmin was being forced to thrust his limp hips down on the alien tentacle, puckers brushing against him again but only sending tiny jolts of pleasure. He took it, hoping maybe they just weren’t satisfied. His stomach told him something different.
Maybe the worst part was how Hyeongjun stopped looking so remorseful… his cock struck against his clothed stomach and he watched as an eye twitched. Like he was feeling things watching Seungmin be so helplessly manipulated in the air. It appeared the tentacles loosened around his wrists however Hyeongjun didn’t abuse that freedom.
Seungmin kept moaning and sobbing as he was forced to take it deeper. He felt it swell inside of him even more before it went rigid. Something large and round was travelling up the final tentacle’s base vividly. It knotted and swelled right until it breached his ass and forced Seungmin’s hole twice as wide as it was before. Hyeongjun had started grunting and closing his eyes, like he was in pain with bared teeth and tense shoulders. “Seungmin… I can’t stop them I’m… ugh, oh fuck…”
It wasn’t pleasure.
It looked like Hyeongun was feeling the tentacle force something out or as if he was constipated.
Seungmin’s ass started to ache when the object inside the tentacle’s swollen walls reached the very tip. Below him Hyeongjun had let out a sharp cry of agony, and tears sprung from his eyes. “Ow, ow! Ow!”
“Hyeongjun–! What is it doing–” Seungmin panicked. He couldn’t lie and say it felt good anymore.
Hyeongun tried to fight again, his hardness faded once he realized how serious the situation was. He kept tensing the bottom of himself, like he was trying to fight off the pain. Seungmin randomly remembered the fact that Hyeongun told him he could feel the things between the tentacles amidst his panic.
Hyeongjun could feel whatever was going through that largest, most dominant tentacle.
Something was implanted inside of Seungmin. At the same time it happened, Hyeongjun let out a relieved sigh preceded by a gasp of terror.
He could feel it slip out, a ball of fluids shot directly into his walls like a jet spurt. It was nauseating. Seungmin let out a shriek of literal terror, he didn’t even want to know what was happening inside his body. The tentacle shriveled and deflated; all in one go they sagged to the ground. Seungmin was dropped, legs squished together and a mysterious liquid weeping out of his hole could be seen from Hyeongjun’s point of view. He was frozen, but let out a shaky sigh of deep relief at the sight of his Seungmin being dropped down. Seungmin’s hole was squishy with wetness, he shuddered. At least the tentacles were gone, they slipped through the gape of his stomach like soft butter. Even their rhythm seemed panicked.
Shakily he sat on the edge of the bed. Try as he might, his legs were too wrecked and wobbly to stand up. He could see it then, the liquid coming out of his asshole. It was an iridescent rainbow in soft pastels, a weird contrast between his dark puckered and cracked hole just behind his flaccid cock. It looked like the stuff inside of Hyeongjun’s mysterious core. “I… oh…”
Hyeongjun scrambled to hug him, there were tears in his eyes. “I’m so sorry! I couldn’t control them! They just… I dunno!” He was full-on crying right now. Stuffy nose, puffy monolids, cracked lips and a pouty face while he hugged the other’s incredibly sweaty body.
“I know you couldn’t control it but still… damn. I hope this isn’t a problem, it had to have happened for a reason…” Seungmin was being, like, way too calm wasn’t he? He didn’t know how to think of the situation. He had to breathe a few cycles, in–hold–out. The pleasurable feelings were long gone and dead instead. All he could feel was uncomfortable frisson turning into burning friction zapping between the intervals of his still staccato heartbeat. The comedown, the final one, was nothing like before. No dandelions or sunshines. Everything felt gloomy but…maybe the reality of the disturbing situation had bit them in the ass.
“Never cut me open again.” The former tried to soothe with some humor.
“I don’t have any plans to.” Seungmin tried to save the tension by parroting the same, light tone. “Ha.. um, maybe we should clean up before someone finds us.”
Hyeongjun coughed. “Yeah…”
And that was the end of that.
None of them discussed the incident. Seungmin stitched up Hyeongjun hastily, making sure the suture was sturdy and strong enough to hold the gaping wound together and bind it. Seungmin had to donate that piece of skin back to cover up the initial box. He never planned on really ‘studying’ it anyway. The sample of cosmic goop was thrown in the trash without much thought. The operating bed had flecks of blood, dark ink, and some of the spilled rainbow goop his ass was still filled with. The tension was so thick and palpable a knife could cut it into fine jelly-like chops.
They took a shower afterwards, one at a time. Seungmin watched as the rainbow slime descended from his hole and to the shower drain. He swallowed, trying to rid the anxiety that settled in his stomach. The swell in his belly deflated. What he didn’t notice was that it never went away 100%. He was too webbed up in his tangled thoughts of confusion, panic, fear to even sense something like that being off.
Nothing was wrong whatsoever, he thought, letting droplets of water bullet down against his skin. Hyeongjun was back in his ward room, possibly berating himself. He planned on comforting him later, telling him everything was alright, however he didn’t know if that was true.
The aftermath was weird. He felt the dread of knowing what happened was wrong and he couldn’t get the wet feeling outside of his rump or off of his hands. Was that part rape? He didn’t want it, but Hyeongjun clearly couldn’t control them either.
Hours later the world ran like normal and never ceased to spin. Seungin took his laps around the building and chatted with friendly, unsuspecting coworkers and their excited yips.
He knocked on Hyeongjun’s door, but entered anyway when no words sounded from the other side. “Hyeongjun…? I think we should… oh…”
Hyeongjun sat there on his bed. His extremities were trembling. His face colored a distinct shade of pallor. He spoke upon his immediate, intrusive entry. “Seungmin… it’s gone?”
“What’s gone?”
“The stuff–inside of me I was… I was torn on apologizing for what happened and deciding what we’d do next but..”
Seungmin felt horror hit him. He knew where it was going, but why would he feel like this instead of confusedly congratulating him.
“It’s gone.”
“Well, that’s a good thing right… right?”
Hyeongjun’s eyes darkened. “Seungmin I think it’s…inside you now.”
Defensiveness rose inside him, sweltering. “Oh come on, there’s no reason for you to say that… you’re crazy…”
Something wet started dripping out of his nose. In the cold solitude of the bare ward room… it was stark against the eerily calm demeanor it carried. Hesitantly, he brought his soft hand to the bump of his nose and two, small nostrils… Looking back at the product of his palm against the swell of muscle connecting his thumb to the palm.
There was galactic goo, littered with little stars.
Oh.