[He swallows it down faster as it comes, and he can already feel it settle in his stomach, loosening his body.

(he can't struggle as well, now, not with the feeling of the tendrils sliding over his bare skin, spreading liquid over him)

(because every movement feels better than it should, gets his cock a little harder, and now his pants are falling away and IV can see that directly)

(and every swallow of the stuff feels too good, the slight movement of the tendril in his mouth makes him groan and squirm)

His eyes have fallen half shut and he needs to resist this, needs to fight it, his hands grab at the tendrils around his legs but...]