[ His grip on him tightens as though in protest, unwilling for his prey to stop. He's hard below, anatomy, at least this, more human than not now that he's exposed.]

No.

[ The tentacle wrapped around his upper thigh nudges against his crotch, gently massaging while another one strokes the length of his side.]

Please do not.

[ Thirsty, he finds his lips again, hands lifting to cup either side of his cheeks as he pulls, drinking him in.]