[ against his skin he can feel her smile, faintly, giving his hand a squeeze in kind -

and she pulls her mouth away just for a moment, just enough to speak, her own face colored deeply enough to put her eyes to shame, voice breathy, uneven with naked need, ]

. . . Is this okay...?

[ of course the tentacles don't stop but they do abate a bit, slowing to something more idle, her hand resting cupped over the head of his cock ]