[ He squirms when it keeps his hips still, but then Black Mist is resting its head on his stomach and he just groans around the tendril in his mouth, sucking at it even more desperately.

(he wants more, wants everything it can give and)

(it's offering more)

(offering to give him another, and IV groans again just imagining it, imagining it stretching him open with two tendrils at once)

It takes a few long moments before he's willing to let go of the tendril in his mouth, still sucking at it, and even when he pulls his head back to speak he's still kissing at it, licking at the oil leaking from it between words. ]

Please. Aah, ah, I can. I-- I want another. Please, now, ah...