He shudders an unconscious shudder. "Enough to feel that in my cock," he tells him, giving him a gentle, but insistent, slap on the face. "So keep your hands off unless you're going somewhere with them."

That tentacle wraps around his wrist and pulls it back, though he caresses the inside of it with a grin. A monster still has his likes - and Johann loves his wrists.

"Gods," he breathes out once he has Blitzø's clothes off. "Why the fuck did you take so long!"