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"No, no, it’s fine," Omeluum said. "The sensation was merely surprising. I am ready for you to continue." |
Blurg nodded, although they couldn’t see him. Carefully, slowly, he began to spread the lotion on their back, focusing especially on the most raw looking patches of dried skin. The shock and novelty of touching his partner swiftly morphed into something else. A sense of deep contentment began to settle in Blurg’s bones. It was easy, |
to do this. He found that he was focused less on evenly spreading the lotion and more on observing the sight of his own hands gliding over pale skin. |
It felt akin to studying the patterns of a deep cave dwelling specimen. Like watching glowing insects dance in circles in the bottom of a jar. He watched his own hands like they were fascinating creatures with minds of their own, as they drifted up and down and along Omeluum’s sides. He found himself studying Omeluum’s skin, noting every vein and wiry muscle, every ridge, dip, and curve. He could chart Omeluum out like a map of the underdark, he was sure of it. He could memorize every inch of them. |
And then there was the tactile way their skin felt to touch. Each time Blurg’s hands dried of the lotion and he felt Omeluum’s skin directly, he was able to fully appreciate the textures of their body. Their skin was drier than usual, but still had a slippery sort of moisture in places. They felt smooth, but not soft. There was an almost inanimate feel to them, like touching polished stone or hard leather. Except for in places where he could feel their heartbeat beneath his fingertips, or a collection of bumps or ridges presented an organic sensation. |
He noted too that their skin got softer the more his hands fanned out toward their front. Their sides felt delicate in comparison to the plane between their shoulder blades. And when he slid his hands even further, around to their stomach, he felt soft, pliant flesh. |
Blurg lost himself in the tactile sensations, only coming back to his own mind when he heard Omeluum vocalize a sound. It was subtle, and he might have thought he was hearing things if he didn’t also |
the sound vibrating under his palms. It was low and stuttering, but drawn out long. Something of a chitter or...a |
He’d never heard this sound from them before, and worried it could be a sound of discomfort, but...Omeluum didn’t pull away or otherwise indicate they wanted Blurg to stop. If not a sound of discomfort or irritation, then...could it have been something like |
Something molten hot flashed suddenly in Blurg’s gut. He warded back a shiver and willed his hands to stop moving, even though it was the last thing he wanted. "Ah...I’ve applied it most thoroughly on your back. It should last for several hours. Longer if you keep off the robe. Is there anything else I can do for you, friend?" |
"...Perhaps. There is one more thing." |
Something about the hesitation, the drawl in Omeluum’s voice made another unwarranted shiver work through Blurg’s body. There was no hesitation in Blurg’s voice, however, as he answered, "Say the word." |
Omeluum turned to face him. Their tendrils danced reflexively in the air, twitchy in a way that Blurg had come to identify as either excitement or anxiety. The tell was always—yep, there it was. They tangled around each other. Anxiety, then. |
"Anything you need, Omeluum. I do not mind," he said comfortingly. |
"It is not something I need," Omeluum corrected, "but something I...desire. Something that would help." |
Blurg nodded, waiting patiently for them to make their request. |
"If it is not troublesome for you, would you mind applying the lotion to my tentacles as well?" The aforementioned appendages coiled even tighter around one another. "I can reach them myself, yes, but...my motions are limited by clawed hands or other tentacles, neither of which are as pleasant as your hands. There is a...warmth to certain beings’ palms that serves as a stimulant to an illithid’s pores. Indeed, I felt it as you touched my back. Your caresses prompted increased mucus production." |
Blurg tried his best to follow along, but sometimes Omeluum had surprising difficulty with expressing their thoughts cohesively. Only during moments of heightened emotions, or when they were trying to simplify knowledge for easier digestion by non-illithid minds. |
"I am certain, Blurg, that if you work them in your hands, you will help to regulate my mucus production again. As I said, it is not a need but a desire. I will be fine applying the serum on my own. It will still grant me relief from dry skin. However, by your hands, the effects will be stronger, and it will be a more pleasurable sensation than what I can achieve alone." |
They’re asking me to massage their tentacles. |
Because my hands are stimulating. |
"Gladly," Blurg said, hoping the chipperness of his tone masked his alarming overeagerness. |
Omeluum bowed their head. "Thank you." |
Then, there was silence. Omeluum didn’t move to make themself more comfortable, just stood there, waiting, tendrils twitching from time to time. Blurg swallowed dryly and counted his lucky stars that they were alone in their camp and not out with the myconids. Not that he thought the myconids would pay them a second look or care at all about what Blurg was about to do, but...he felt suddenly exposed. Suddenly like they were about to engage in something |
He purged the thought from his mind. This wasn’t intimate, it was practical. He was here to help his friend. So, with trembling, sweaty hands, he reached up, fingers extending to wrap around a tentacle. |
"You are forgetting something," Omeluum said, the voice making Blurg jerk in surprise. |
"I...am?" Blurg asked. Honestly, he felt like he was forgetting |
Where he was, where his brain was at, what his name was... |
"The serum," Omeluum said, picking up the bottle with a tentacle and placing it in Blurg’s hand. |
"Ah, yes! Apologies. Forgive me if I seem a bit rattled." |
Omeluum’s eyes narrowed a bit. "If you are not comfortable, then please forget I asked. As I said, it is not necessary, I—" They started to turn away, but Blurg reached out on instinct, gripping a tentacle before they could turn their back on him. |
A sharp hiss filled his ears as Omeluum reacted in surprise. Blurg immediately released his hold and sputtered out an apology. "Forgive me, friend, I... I need you to know that I am not uncomfortable. Allow me to do this for you, please. You understand how I can be when learning a new practice. It is both thrilling and nerve-inducing, but I am nonetheless eager to expand my repertoire of experience." |
Omeluum’s eyes now widened slightly more than usual. "This is not a new practice, Blurg. There is nothing to learn. It is not a scientific study." |
"Sure, there are things to learn!" Blurg argued. "I have to learn how to touch you properly, how to determine if I am squeezing too hard or not hard enough, what motions will stimulate your pores, what makes you uncomfortable and what feels good to you. Touching someone is always a learning experience, Omeluum." |
Omeluum nodded slowly. "I see. That is...logical. I apologize for misinterpreting your giddiness toward a new lesson, then. You may continue." |
Blurg let out a slow breath. Oddly, the conversation helped steel his nerves. He didn’t tremble this time as he poured lotion into his hands and finally took one of his partner’s tendrils into them. |
Omeluum hissed again, softer this time. |
"Sensitive?" Blurg asked as he softly smoothed the mixture over their skin. |
"Partially," Omeluum confirmed. "They are tender from dryness but it is also a bit of a shock to feel another’s hands on them. They have never been touched by anyone else before now." |
Blurg’s chest swelled with an unusual sense of pride. |
was the first one to touch Omeluum like this. The first one to be trusted for it. The |
Blurg didn’t say anything, just turned his focus to the task at hand. He carefully slid the lotion up and down the tentacle, squeezing lightly with the motions and feeling the way the appendage wriggled and flexed under his palms, not unlike the muscles of a snake. He tested out different movements, squeezes, twists, different levels of pressure as he massaged the lotion onto the rough skin. Apparently he did something right when he gave a more firm tug close to Omeluum’s mouth, because one of their other tendrils curled around his wrist, another fluttered in the air, and they made the same sound from earlier. That low, vibrating moan of a thing. He watched them close their eyes as if savoring the feeling. |
They like that. |
Blurg got some more lotion, then repeated the action on another tentacle. A tug and twist, followed by tender circles with his thumbs. Again, their tentacles reacted as if they had minds of their own. They curled around his forearm, waved, twitched, and rippled. And their chest vibrated more insistently, producing the rumble of a purr that didn’t stop now as Blurg continued his ministrations. |
Even though this was meant only to stimulate their pores, and even though it was just supposed to be simple assistance from one friend to another, Blurg started to feel |
This didn’t feel scientific at all. Nor did it feel like giving a friendly massage to a buddy with tense shoulders. This truly did feel |
. Something about the way Omeluum’s tentacles coiled and tugged on his arms and wrapped around his fingers as he worked. Something about the way their eyes remained squinted closed. Something in that reverberating moan... |
Realistically, he understood that these reflexive acts were probably similar to that of a cat being pet. The moving tentacles were like kneading paws, and the chest rumbles were like a purr. But Omeluum wasn’t a cat, they weren’t a pet, they were an intelligent, reserved, magnificent being that did not trust easily nor expose vulnerability to just anyone. Yet they were doing it now. They were exposing themself to Blurg and |
Blurg knew the answer to this question before he asked it, but something else spurred his lips into action. He stroked two of Omeluum’s tentacles together, squeezing nice and firm before dragging his palms down to their twitching ends. "Does it feel good?" he asked, voice nearly betraying him with its husky rasp. |
Omeluum’s eyes fluttered open. Their gaze pierced into Blurg, unreadable but intense. "Yes," they said in a whisper across his mind. "Your hands are pleasant and warm. They feel better than I had anticipated." |
Blurg smiled, mostly to conceal the contorted look of pleasure he knew was trying to mangle his face. "Seems to be working," he said. "I can feel them getting slicker from more than the lotion." |
"As can I," Omeluum agreed. "You are making me quite wet." |
Blurg accidentally yanked too hard at these words, a shiver going through his entire body and sparking embers in his gut. "That’s...well, that is good! Wouldn’t want you to dry out again. Glad I can help, friend." |
He only continued to massage the tentacles for a few moments after this, making sure that they were thoroughly coated in lotion and shimmering again. He pulled away with great reluctance, and was evidently not the only one unwilling to part. Omeluum’s tentacles wrapped briefly around his wrist and hand, as if eager to keep him close. Only for a second though, before their eyes widened and they quickly let him go. |
"Thank you, Blurg," they said. "I feel much better." |
Blurg dropped his hands to his sides, curling them into fists rather than wiping them on his pants. He had the distinct thought that he didn’t want to |
wash them of Omeluum’s slime. "You are most welcome, partner! Should you desire this again, do not hesitate to ask!" |
Omeluum’s eye crinkled at the sides in the barest hint of an illithid smile. "I will not hesitate. And, Blurg... You may not have my skin condition, but should you find yourself in discomfort that I may be able to assist with, then please do not hesitate to ask me either. I know that humanoids often combat muscle strain and back pains. I would not mind massaging tightness from your muscles if you find them bothering you. Or, if you think of something else, then advise me." |
Blurg couldn’t imagine troubling Omeluum for something like that, but he took the offer seriously, understanding that it came from a heart of equivalent exchange. "I will let you know if anything comes up," Blurg said, hoping his gratitude came through effectively. |
They got back to work after this, moving on as though nothing strange had happened. To Omeluum, perhaps that was the case. But to Blurg...his mind kept replaying the scene over and over. His hands felt imprinted with the texture of Omeluum’s skin. He couldn’t stop hearing their pleased vibrations and the |
that carried them. |
How was he meant to carry on as usual after |
It felt intimate. It felt like the closest he’d ever been to Omeluum, and closer than he’d ever |
to be. It felt as though they’d crossed some threshold, as though their bond had deepened into something greater than a research partnership. |
Foolish, he knew that. There was nothing untoward happening between them. They were partners, colleagues, and friends. Even if they were none of these things, Blurg wasn’t sure Omeluum |
feel...well, the same type of attraction that Blurg could. He was well-read enough to know that mind flayers could and sometimes did consort with other races, but knew nothing about the why or when. Even if he |
have those answers, it wouldn’t mean that the data applied to Omeluum. And Blurg would never dream of asking them outright if they felt or had any interest in romantic feelings or attraction. |
Blurg was perfectly content with their relationship as it was, anyway. No use getting hot-blooded over a bit of tentacle fondling. |
Resolved, he pushed away his feelings of excitement and got back to work. |
Perhaps Blurg could have settled back into their routine. Perhaps he could have gone back to a modicum of normalcy. But with every request, he lost more of his own footing until he felt dangerously close to tumbling into some dark unknown. |
He never turned Omeluum down when they asked for a reapplication of the lotion. Not once. Not even when his chest ached and his stomach burned and his mind rampaged so loudly that he was surprised Omeluum didn’t hear it, even without being invited to pry inside. |
Blurg was... The best way to put it was that he was |
to touching his friend now. He thought about it constantly. He craved it like a sniff of everdark fungal spores. He could swear he was getting withdrawal symptoms if Omeluum went more than a couple of days without asking for help. It was a distraction, an ever-present itch in his brain, always looming even when the forefront of his thoughts were focused elsewhere. |
This was highly inappropriate, he knew that. But, although perhaps the right thing to do would have been to decline further requests for massages, the last thing he wanted was for his uncontrollable physiological responses to prevent him from providing a service for Omeluum. He |
to ease their discomfort and bring them pleasurable sensations. He wanted to savor the trust he’d earned and hold onto every moment as tightly as he could, because who knew how long this would last? Omeluum’s skin condition would likely clear after they procured a brain for them to eat, and then what? Months would pass without the need for Blurg’s hands on their back or tangled in their tentacles? |
He couldn’t stand for that. |
It was one part a genuine desire to assist his partner, and two parts selfishness. Unbalanced scales, as it were, but either way, he simply couldn’t say "no." |
The problem was mostly Omeluum’s |
Fuck, those rattling vibrations, hums, clicks, purrs, and moans. They had gotten less reserved with them, too. Blurg heard the chitter of excitement whenever he took a tentacle in his hand to start the session. He relished that particular deep and raspy rumble that escaped whenever he tugged on one. His heart |
when he heard the quiet, contented, wispy purr that sometimes came when Omeluum’s eyelids grew heavy and they drifted into a half-sleep. |
Those sounds haunted him. Filled his head. Escaped between his ears. They boomed in his skull and then rushed through his blood. From there, the memories of those sonorous tones settled in his gut, curling into a tight ball, hot, throbbing. |
That was the next problem. The more Blurg massaged their tentacles and torso, the more frequent were his |
responses. That is to say that Blurg kept getting |
He kept it well hidden, and Omeluum didn’t seem to notice, but by the gods was it a miserable experience. |
It was made all the worse by the few times that Omeluum did seem to catch on that something wasn’t quite right with Blurg. |
"Are you ill, Blurg?" they asked once. They lifted a tentacle and dragged it languidly up the side of Blurg’s face and across his forehead, leaving the tingling sensation of slime on his skin and unknowingly making his already stiff cock jerk in its confines. "Your body temperature is higher than normal and you are producing a substantial amount of sweat." |
"I’m fine," Blurg said, voice more hoarse than he’d have liked. "Just a bit toasty in here today. Worry not, partner." |
Omeluum’s eyes narrowed, reflecting suspicion. Blurg felt the encroaching tug on the outskirts of his mind, the gentle knock requesting entrance. They wanted to survey Blurg’s mind for the truth. Ordinarily, Blurg would let them. Instead, he erected a strong mental barrier, though he knew Omeluum would never pry without permission. Then, mentally rather than verbally, he proclaimed a clear, " |
Omeluum withdrew at once. They pulled their tentacles away and straightened up. "I see," they said simply, then immediately ended the conversation by levitating away to store the lotion, even though Blurg hadn’t finished. |
They didn’t ask him for assistance again after that. It fell upon Blurg to take action himself one night when he noticed Omeluum tossing and turning restlessly. They continually rubbed their tentacles with their knuckles, scratched at their skin through their robes, and eventually shed the robes entirely. Even then, they seemed uncomfortable, tendrils running up and down their arms and smoothing over scratchy red patches of skin on their back. |
Blurg thought. They didn’t want to make Blurg uncomfortable, so had stopped asking for help with the lotion. |
Blurg would have none of that, unwarranted erections be damned. So, he stood and retrieved the serum while Omeluum strained in their sleep, then sat down beside them and smoothed his hands over their side. |
They jerked in surprise, eyes widening and tentacles lashing out suddenly. They recognized Blurg immediately afterward, though, and quickly relaxed. "You do not need to," they said. "I am fine." |
I guess we’re both liars, huh? |
"Just relax," Blurg said gently. "I want to." |
That part wasn’t a lie. He |
want to touch Omeluum. Too much. |
Omeluum didn’t argue, nor sit up or otherwise respond. They must have been too tired and in too much discomfort to raise a fuss. Instead, their tentacles settled and their eyes closed, granting Blurg permission to continue. |
He spread the mixture all over their torso like usual, massaging it into slippery skin. This was the first time he was doing this while Omeluum was laying down, however, and that... Something about that made waves of heat roll over Blurg’s body. He couldn’t help but deviate from the usual smoothing of lotion on the surface of their skin, to full-on massaging. He pressed his fingers in deep, firmly rolled his palms, squeezed and worked Omeluum’s wiry muscles, occasionally nudging them to roll over or shift—other times moving them himself with ease. |
Finally, he rolled Omeluum onto their back and tenderly took a tentacle into his hands. Omeluum sighed in pleasure before Blurg had even begun to stroke it. The sound shot straight to his cock, but he ignored it, focusing his attention on the appendages instead. |
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