[ Chris struggles, Chris rubs against the tendrils, and IV's pupils contract to the tiniest pinpricks for a moment before he lets his eyes flutter shut with an almost orgasmic noise.

(it feels so good when Chris struggles like that)

(even better when he shivers and squirms at the aniki) ]

Let go?

Can't. I told you, I have some control.

And when you're so... so...

[ He makes another noise, hips rolling forward into empty air as two of the tendrils slide down and tug Chris's legs wide open in one. ]

I can smell you, aniki, I can smell you and you smell so good...!