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shake you from your sleep
Title: shake you from your sleep
Fandom: Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea
Character(s): Fukami, Samekichi
Pairing(s): Fukami/Samekichi
Genre: Humor/Smut
Word Count: 785
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Octopi and their reaction to sex.
Notes: Secret Santa fic.
What some would consider a ‘typical’ male octopus dies shortly after mating. He goes through a period called senescence, which is a fancy word for aging, and refuses to eat while floating around aimlessly. The octopus will either starve to death or be preyed upon while in this weakened state.
Fukami is not a typical octopus, and has mated before without dying (no, you don’t know her, and it’s none of your business whether it was good or not). That said, having sex still tends to leave him a bit… loopy afterwards.
Samekichi is pretty sure he knows the type of guy Fukami is. If he wasn’t completely sure that he knew what Fukami would do, he wouldn’t have let him pull off his trousers and underwear after that incredibly awkward discussion of the porn Samekichi found underneath Fukami’s bed and the even more awkward discussion of the porn Fukami found under Samekichi’s bed. If he wasn’t sure, his two claspers would be shriveled in fear rather than half-hard already.
“This means nothing,” says Fukami, wrapping a hand and a couple tentacles around them.
Samekichi figured he’d say something like that. He wants to say something to that effect, but “Yeah,” is easier to get out with Fukami rubbing his claspers that way.
Fukami is quiet in nearly every situation, especially ones that require concentration. Samekichi isn’t sure that this requires intense focus, since he’s never actually touched another guy’s junk before, but Fukami is going about it in complete silence save for the sounds his tentacles make when they shift.
It’s actually kind of unnerving, and Samekichi wants to talk to fill the silence, but he doesn’t know what to say that Fukami wouldn’t slap him for. So he just keeps quiet, letting the occasional gasp out as encouragement.
The occasional moan, too.
...So as it turns out, it gets harder to stay quiet as Fukami works more intently and slides his hand and his tentacles faster. Now he’s worried about being too loud, because this is embarrassing. Should he really be concerned about embarrassment with his pants around his ankles? Obviously, because it’s Fukami, and he doesn’t want to look like a virgin in front of him. Even though that’s what he is.
Fukami can probably figure it out by how quickly he comes, white spilling onto his tentacles. He pauses before carefully pulling away, reaching for a tissue to clean himself off with.
Samekichi has to take a minute to come back down from his high, but once he does he remembers that he had something to do here, too. “Let me just-”
Fukami pulls off his pants and underwear before letting Samekichi push his legs apart. There’s a fairly normal-looking penis attached to him, and Samekichi doesn’t know enough about octopus anatomy to know if there’s anything weird about it. He figures Fukami would tell him. Probably.
It’s a lot like getting himself off, except there’s half as many and the angle is weird. Fukami is quieter than he was, which annoys him a little. He also lasts a lot longer than Samekichi did, which annoys him even more even though Fukami already told him he wasn’t a virgin.
It’s still not difficult or tiring, just a little monotonous. Finally, Samekichi feels him finish into his hand, and he pulls away to wipe his hand off.
While he’s cleaning up, he feels several tentacles wrap around his waist, not tightly enough to hurt. “What are-?”
“Sleep with me,” says Fukami. His head is pressed against Samekichi’s back
Samekichi would gawk if he could turn around enough to look at him. “What happened to ‘this means nothing’?”
Fukami doesn’t answer. He just tugs Samekichi a little closer to him, and reaches with one tentacle for the bedcovers.
They’re still undressed from the waist down. Even if sleeping in the same bed wasn’t suspicious enough, there’s no way anyone wouldn’t figure out what they did if they saw them half-naked together. Samekichi tries to pull away, and gets only a tightening of tentacles in response. “Fukami, come on, we can’t sleep together...” He decides he has to bring out the big guns, as much as he doesn’t want to: “Wadanohara will find out.”
At the mention of Wadanohara’s name, Fukami stiffens for a moment, then relaxes again. “Just a nap?”
“...Okay. Just a nap.”
When Samekichi wakes up from his ‘nap’, it’s morning, and Fukami is nowhere to be seen. His pants from last night are in the laundry basket, and there’s a note on his nightstand. After he gets dressed, Samekichi reads it over.
‘I was not in my right mind.’ Fukami’s handwriting.
He’d had such good sleep last night, too.
Fandom: Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea
Character(s): Fukami, Samekichi
Pairing(s): Fukami/Samekichi
Genre: Humor/Smut
Word Count: 785
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Octopi and their reaction to sex.
Notes: Secret Santa fic.
What some would consider a ‘typical’ male octopus dies shortly after mating. He goes through a period called senescence, which is a fancy word for aging, and refuses to eat while floating around aimlessly. The octopus will either starve to death or be preyed upon while in this weakened state.
Fukami is not a typical octopus, and has mated before without dying (no, you don’t know her, and it’s none of your business whether it was good or not). That said, having sex still tends to leave him a bit… loopy afterwards.
Samekichi is pretty sure he knows the type of guy Fukami is. If he wasn’t completely sure that he knew what Fukami would do, he wouldn’t have let him pull off his trousers and underwear after that incredibly awkward discussion of the porn Samekichi found underneath Fukami’s bed and the even more awkward discussion of the porn Fukami found under Samekichi’s bed. If he wasn’t sure, his two claspers would be shriveled in fear rather than half-hard already.
“This means nothing,” says Fukami, wrapping a hand and a couple tentacles around them.
Samekichi figured he’d say something like that. He wants to say something to that effect, but “Yeah,” is easier to get out with Fukami rubbing his claspers that way.
Fukami is quiet in nearly every situation, especially ones that require concentration. Samekichi isn’t sure that this requires intense focus, since he’s never actually touched another guy’s junk before, but Fukami is going about it in complete silence save for the sounds his tentacles make when they shift.
It’s actually kind of unnerving, and Samekichi wants to talk to fill the silence, but he doesn’t know what to say that Fukami wouldn’t slap him for. So he just keeps quiet, letting the occasional gasp out as encouragement.
The occasional moan, too.
...So as it turns out, it gets harder to stay quiet as Fukami works more intently and slides his hand and his tentacles faster. Now he’s worried about being too loud, because this is embarrassing. Should he really be concerned about embarrassment with his pants around his ankles? Obviously, because it’s Fukami, and he doesn’t want to look like a virgin in front of him. Even though that’s what he is.
Fukami can probably figure it out by how quickly he comes, white spilling onto his tentacles. He pauses before carefully pulling away, reaching for a tissue to clean himself off with.
Samekichi has to take a minute to come back down from his high, but once he does he remembers that he had something to do here, too. “Let me just-”
Fukami pulls off his pants and underwear before letting Samekichi push his legs apart. There’s a fairly normal-looking penis attached to him, and Samekichi doesn’t know enough about octopus anatomy to know if there’s anything weird about it. He figures Fukami would tell him. Probably.
It’s a lot like getting himself off, except there’s half as many and the angle is weird. Fukami is quieter than he was, which annoys him a little. He also lasts a lot longer than Samekichi did, which annoys him even more even though Fukami already told him he wasn’t a virgin.
It’s still not difficult or tiring, just a little monotonous. Finally, Samekichi feels him finish into his hand, and he pulls away to wipe his hand off.
While he’s cleaning up, he feels several tentacles wrap around his waist, not tightly enough to hurt. “What are-?”
“Sleep with me,” says Fukami. His head is pressed against Samekichi’s back
Samekichi would gawk if he could turn around enough to look at him. “What happened to ‘this means nothing’?”
Fukami doesn’t answer. He just tugs Samekichi a little closer to him, and reaches with one tentacle for the bedcovers.
They’re still undressed from the waist down. Even if sleeping in the same bed wasn’t suspicious enough, there’s no way anyone wouldn’t figure out what they did if they saw them half-naked together. Samekichi tries to pull away, and gets only a tightening of tentacles in response. “Fukami, come on, we can’t sleep together...” He decides he has to bring out the big guns, as much as he doesn’t want to: “Wadanohara will find out.”
At the mention of Wadanohara’s name, Fukami stiffens for a moment, then relaxes again. “Just a nap?”
“...Okay. Just a nap.”
When Samekichi wakes up from his ‘nap’, it’s morning, and Fukami is nowhere to be seen. His pants from last night are in the laundry basket, and there’s a note on his nightstand. After he gets dressed, Samekichi reads it over.
‘I was not in my right mind.’ Fukami’s handwriting.
He’d had such good sleep last night, too.