Cecil's ankle ended up healing fairly quickly - although whether that was because it wasn't injured too badly in the first place or was just another one of the man's particular quirks, Carlos couldn't say. Regardless, the injury was healed just before Cecil's next change, which was fortunate because balancing was already hard enough with eight extra limbs without being thrown off further by an additional limp. To celebrate, the couple went out to dinner, deciding to go to Gino's in reference to their first date; although Carlos decided to skip the bloody mushrooms this time around. Afterwards, they went for frozen yogurt, slipping into the shop just before it closed and then eating their dessert out in the pleasant desert night, sitting at one of the open-air tables out in front of the building. Cecil had worn a dress again. This time it was a dark blue satin number which nicely complimented the dark purple tentacles sprouting from his torso. It had a skirt even shorter than that of the first dress Carlos had seen him in; he paired it with a pair of sparkly silver flats, obviously not wanting to risk another injury. He had painted his nails to match his shoes, and his, now red, hair was very short, curling gently against his skull. The whole ensemble stole Carlos' breath in a way that he wouldn't have expected before moving to Night Vale and meeting Cecil.

The couple's conversation lapsed into comfortable silence, and both men started making a serious effort to stretch out how long their frozen treat could last. It was rare for them to get through an entire date without some sort of Night Valean interference, and they wanted to take full advantage of the opportunity. To his disappointment, though, Carlos was soon scraping the bottom of his paper dish; he surreptitiously pushed it aside, hoping that if his companion didn't notice, then they could sit there for a little while longer. He looked over at his friend, smiling at the way the moonlight caught in his violet eyes and seemed to make them shine. Cecil finished off his dessert as well and leaned in for a kiss, tasting deliciously of strawberries.

"I'm not injured anymore." He whispered, somehow managing to make an innocent statement sound incredibly suggestive.

Carlos cleared his throat, hoping to sound vaguely like an adult when he spoke. "N-no, you're not."

Cecil swooped in for another kiss before answering. "And you promised that you'd let me seduce you once I was better."

"I-I did." He stammered, his pulse hammering in his throat.

Another kiss. "So take me home."

Carlos nodded jerkily and led the way back to his car.

It didn't happen very often, but every now and then, the mood struck him just right, and Cecil decided to take control - not that Carlos was complaining, mind you, because he really, really wasn't. That night the stars had apparently aligned, and when they reached Cecil's house Carlos was the one who was pressed against the entryway wall. Carlos sighed happily and slouched down the wall so that he was at eye level with his partner. Cecil pressed a thigh between his legs and he clutched at the broadcaster's waist, the fabric bunching up in his hands. Cecil's hands inevitably landed in his hair; his tentacles encircled the scientist, entwining his limbs and dipping between the buttons of his shirt. Cecil kissed him passionately and Carlos kissed him back just as enthusiastically, not paying any heed to Cecil's sharpened teeth. Cecil was assertive and unrelenting, but his teeth never broke the skin, scraping against Carlos' lips in a way that sent shivers down his spine without even nearing pain. Cecil seemed to have some sort of plan — or at least an end game in mind — and Carlos was more than happy to follow along without asking too many question.

Eventually, Cecil herded them back towards his bedroom, situating Carlos on the bed so that his head was resting comfortably on the pillows. He straddled Carlos' hips, smiling toothily as he began undoing the scientist's shirt. Carlos put his hands back on the other man's hips, rubbing gently against the satin fabric. After a few moments he slid his hands down Cecil's thighs until he met skin, smiling at the way his partner's breath caught in his throat. Cecil's skin was always ridiculously soft and completely hairless due to the fact that whatever deal he made to keep the hair on his head within a manageable standard deviation also kept hair from growing anywhere else on his body. He ran his hands up and down teasingly, enjoying the way it made Cecil flush purple even as he retaliated by teasing around Carlos' nipples. After a few moments, the scientist decided to raise the stakes and move his hands up, rubbing at Cecil's underwear, which were, essentially, granny-panties (not that Carlos really blamed him — it couldn't be easy to get eight tentacles to lie flat underneath a skirt without an excess of fabric). Cecil hissed and arched his back in a way that pressed their groins together even more, making Carlos groan.

Cecil pushed Carlos' hands away, pinning his wrists to the mattress. "Not so fast. You have to be patient."

"Sorry," he answered, letting himself go limp in submission.

He grinned, leaning down for a kiss, still holding onto his wrists. "Don't worry; I promise it'll be fun."

Carlos nodded, reaching up for another kiss. Cecil happily kissed him again, releasing his wrists so that he could slide his hands up to push Carlos' shirt open.

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Carlos had lost track of time, which wasn't really unusual for Night Vale, all considering. He had no idea how long Cecil had been teasing him, but he had just worked the third finger inside of him and was showing no sign of hurrying things along. Cecil set up a rhythm, slow and incessant, scissoring every now and then in a way that made Carlos want to scream. The scientist reached out and intertwined his fingers with Cecil's free hand, desperate for the extra connection. Eventually, he pulled his fingers free, replacing them with one of his tentacles. Cecil had topped before, of course, but never during his time of the month, and the sensation was definitely new, to say the least. Carlos moaned, arching and twisting as he attempted to adjust to the feeling; he settled down, though, when Cecil kissed him, focusing his attention on the comfortingly familiar push and slide. After a few moments Cecil started moving again, thrusting gently in and out, causing Carlos to tense up again, this time in a decidedly good way.

After what seemed like ages, Cecil pulled out and sat back on his heels. Carlos watched as he twined the three most prominent pieces of his genitalia together, the remaining tentacles lying to the side. He pushed in slowly, gripping his partner's hips in order to keep him steady. Carlos froze, not really sure of what he was feeling. The three tentacles were the largest thing he had ever had inside of him, which was rather uncomfortable, especially when coupled with the fact that they were all moving independently from one another, writhing and twisting inside of him. It was overwhelming, to say the least, and he wasn't sure if he wanted to scream or moan. He pressed his lips together and did his best to just breath through it, hoping that he would adjust soon and start enjoying himself. Cecil bottomed out and paused, giving them both time to breathe; Carlos had reached up and was now holding onto Cecil's biceps, gripping so tightly that his knuckles were white.

"Hey, are you okay?" Cecil asked, reaching out to cup his face in his hand.

He nodded, gulping for breath. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" He pressed, frowning. "You don't look fine. We can stop if you want to."

He forced himself to let go, taking a deep, even breath. "No, keep going; I'll be alright." Cecil looked conflicted, wanting to trust his partner but terrified of hurting him in anyway.

"Okay, but you have to tell me if you change your mind." He waited until Carlos nodded before leaning down for a kiss, slowly beginning to move.

Carlos gasped, the sensations beginning to shift; they were still overwhelming, but now they were overwhelming in more of a good way. He clutched at Cecil's shoulders, arching up into his rolling thrusts. He still couldn't decide if he was enjoying the experience, but it was bearable and he didn't want to spoil things for his friend by speaking up. After a few minutes Cecil had built up began to tip the scales towards definite pleasure. That was when Cecil pulled out.

"No, no, no, no, no," Carlos whined, opening his eyes in an attempt to glare at his partner. "What the hell are you doing?"

Cecil smiled, leaning down for a placating kiss. "I want to change positions. You'll like it better; I promise."

"Fine," he answered, trying to sound disgruntled even as he got another kiss. Cecil rolled to the side, situating himself on his back before urging Carlos to get on top of him. He worked the same three tentacles back inside of his partner, guiding Carlos down slowly until he was fully seated on top of him.

"Slowly," he instructed, licking his lips. Carlos nodded, letting Cecil use his hands on his hips to set the pace.

"Is that better?" Cecil asked wrapping a pair of tentacles around his friend's thighs.

He nodded, grinding down against him. "Much."

"Good. I thought you looked less miserable," he answered, looking distinctly smug.

He rolled his eyes, swiveling his hips again. "Congratulations, you're a tentacled-sex-god. Happy?"

"Very."

They quickly built up a rhythm, easy and gentle and eye-rollingly good. Carlos felt completely wrapped up in Cecil; he had tentacles coiled around his thighs, calves, and biceps with another one draped around his waist. After a little while, Carlos leaned forward, bracing his hands against Cecil's chest in order to gain more leverage to start moving faster; Cecil's grip on him tightened as he began thrusting up with more force. Carlos looked down to watch Cecil's tattoos gather around his hands and then climb up his arms, buzzing and tingling all the way to his shoulders and down into his chest.

The pair reached a plateau where they were both close but neither of them could climax. Carlos rolled his hips down as Cecil thrust up, both men getting frustrated.

"I need… something," Carlos grit out, his sweaty hair falling into his eyes. Cecil grunted in acknowledgment, tightening all of his grips. As Carlos pulled up, Cecil began pressing a fourth tentacle at his entrance; he pulled the scientist down, thrusting up and pushing the fourth tentacle in. He simultaneously twirled one of his large tentacles around his cock. Carlos only needed a few more thrusts before he was coming, his muscles contracting and pulling his partner along with him.

Carlos collapsed, half on Cecil and half on the mattress. He rolled, pressing a kiss on Cecil's collar bone before resting his head on his friend's shoulder. Cecil wrapped him in a multi-limbed hug, his chest heaving as he ran his fingers through his friend's perfect hair.

"I'm too hot for cuddling," Carlos mumbled into his partner's skin.

Cecil chuckled, not showing any sign of letting him go. "You started it; feel free to move away."

Carlos mumbled something intelligible, pressing another kiss onto the nearest bit of skin. Cecil just laughed, using a tentacle to tilt the scientist's face up for a real kiss.

Eventually, the couple separated so that they could clean up; Cecil made a foray into the kitchen to get them some water and place the post-coital paperwork in the toaster, and Carlos quickly changed the sheets, hating the idea of sleeping on something containing that many bodily fluids. They climbed back into bed together, sitting up against the headboard, both feeling sated and sated and indolent. Cecil put his arm around his partner, and Carlos slouched down so that he could comfortably snuggle underneath it.

"That was good, right?" Cecil asked, looking at his partner out of the corner of his eye.

Carlos nodded, smirking at his friend. "It's not like you to fish for compliments."

"I'm not fishing for compliments," he answered, sounding offended. "You enjoying it is the whole damn point, and you obviously weren't in the beginning."

He frowned, looking up at his companion and deciding to take the conversation much more seriously. "Hey, what are you so worried about?"

"What am I worried about?" He asked, his voice getting both higher and louder. "We just had sex that you probably hated! Am I supposed to be thrilled about that?"

He shook his head, confused as to when the evening had got away from him. "Who said that I hated it?"

"No one had to say it!" he yelled, pulling his arm free so that he could fully turn and face his partner. "I could see your face, Carlos. I'm not stupid; I know what it looks like when someone isn't enjoying something, and you definitely weren't enjoying that for far longer than you should have without saying something."

Carlos shook his head, reaching for his hand in an attempt to make a connection and get him to listen. "Hey, calm down. I know that it started a bit rough, but we worked it out. And by the end it was pretty great. We just need more practice; it's not the end of the world. Okay?"

"Okay," Cecil agreed, still sounding a bit hesitant. It had been a long time since he had done what they just did with anyone, and even longer since things had gone well; he knew that he should be able to trust his partner to tell the truth, but it was hard when all previous experience was contradicting him.

Carlos pulled him into a reassuring kiss before letting the smaller man snuggle into him. Cecil's tentacles were still curled self-consciously against him and the scientist sighed.

"Look," he said, tightening his grip on his friend. "I promise that I will tell you immediately if the sex we are having is awful and unbearable."

Cecil beamed up at him. "Really?"

"Really," he answered, smiling as he kissed the tip of his nose. "Seriously, though. I honestly enjoyed the sex that we just had. We'll have to do it again sometime."

He grinned up at him. "Sounds good to me." He stifled a yawn and his scientist smiled fondly, leaning over to turn out the light before laying down and coaxing his friend to join him. He lay on his back with Cecil's head pillowed on his chest; he smiled as he felt Fred slither off of Cecil's torso and onto his own.

Special thanks to my beta, Painless_papercuts over on Ao3 for being amazing and making this so much better.

This chapter for Not_You over on Ao3 who asked for tentacle sex. If anyone else has something they'd like to see, let me know either here or over at my Tumblr where I'm theravensdesk