[ He moans, long and loud around the tendril in his mouth, when he feels the fingers in his hair and hears that croon. Feels it pulsing and squirming around him.

(he's pleasing it, he's making it happy)

(he's ｇｏｏｄ, he's ｇｏｏｄ)

IV drinks hungrily at anything it gives him, licks the oil off his lips and the slick surface of the tendril. Moans and spreads his legs the best he can while it's wrapped around him, encourages it to push in deeper.

(it's so good, so ｇｏｏｄ)

(more, more, he needs more and for that)

(he'll take all that it can give, do all that it asks) ]