[He shifts back into position on his belly. Instead of holding two tentacles out of the way, he fans all of them out--there's that sense of exposure again, plus the sensation of cold air against his inked skin--but it really is a brilliant display, what with the entire length of his golden tentacle lazily draped all along the couch surface, sitting in a pool of its own precum.
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[He shifts back into position on his belly. Instead of holding two tentacles out of the way, he fans all of them out--there's that sense of exposure again, plus the sensation of cold air against his inked skin--but it really is a brilliant display, what with the entire length of his golden tentacle lazily draped all along the couch surface, sitting in a pool of its own precum.
Boxer lets out a small laugh.]
Is that what you're calling it, now?