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The first time it happens, Eddie isn’t even fully conscious.
He’s still half asleep, mind drifting through the last vestiges of slumber. On his stomach, some part of him registers the morning wood, and it’s instinct to roll his hips into the mattress, a half groan slipping free past his lips as the waves of arousal crash through him. Mind still foggy, clouded with the rush of hormones, his hips are geared for a second roll, for automatic pleasure, when he hears the voice.
“EDDIE.”
Way too aware, with a hint of amusement, and so not allowed in his current situation, a jolt of awareness clears his mind faster than a cold shower.
“Fuck.” Pressing his face into his pillow, he ceases all movements, muscles slumping into the mattress with dejection even as his cock throbs with unresolved release.
Venom doesn’t need to say anything else, the amusement clear in Eddie’s mind, a neighbor of his own annoyance. Before Venom does get the chance to speak, though, Eddie pushes himself up.
“Not a word,” he threatens, making his way to the bathroom. A cold shower should get his dick with the rest of the program, and it definitely doesn’t involve jacking off with an alien watching over him. “Not a single word.”
oOo
The second time it happens, Eddie’s just that right bit of buzzed, it’s late at night — early morning, at this point — so his senses can’t be relied to be working correctly, and the crappy TV is playing a crappy movie where the guy is in a compromising angle with the girl, only the angles being done artistically enough so that no one’s baring their dangly bits to the camera.
Really, Eddie should’ve been sleeping hours ago. But with a momentary slip of the mind, the nagging voice seemingly singing at the top of nonexistent lungs that’s the reason of his unlawful consciousness at this time ceases to exist, and Eddie’s slipping a hand in his pants.
He manages to get a few strokes in, before he realizes everything isn’t just blissfully quiet in his mind — apart from the fake, breathy moans on screen. Everything’s too quiet, and a startling realization forces Eddie to remember the fact that he’s not alone — never, truly alone.
“Uh.” Swallowing, he slips his hand back out of his pants, almost weeping at the loss of contact, but Venom’s voice starts up once again, and his desperation loses the spotlight in favor of embarrassment.
To his surprise, Venom merely starts singing again.
To his mortification, he can still feel how Venom was all too aware of his actions. He doesn’t know why Venom doesn’t choose to address it, but Eddie Brock wasn't going to look a gift horse in its mouth.
oOo
The third time it happens, that’s when Venom speaks up, and when he does, he sounds a lot like someone who’s just lost their patience.
Eddie’s in the shower, and it was supposed to be a perfunctory rub, just to make sure he was clean, really. But he spends a few seconds too long, just one too many strokes for it to be classified as hygiene, and that’s it.
“ARE WE GOING TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THAT, OR ARE WE IGNORING IT AGAIN?”
Eddie blanches. The hold he’s got on his dick — and, who was he trying to kid. He’s got his fist wrapped around it, and he was long past just cleaning it. “Uh,” he forces himself to let go, hand awkwardly floating like he has no idea what to do with his own limb anymore. “What’re you talking about?” He immediately regrets his own question. He knows Venom is going to answer — why is he even encouraging the conversation when he should’ve shut it down from the get go—
“WE ARE NOT STUPID, EDDIE.” Absolutely, thoroughly, and utterly mortified, Eddie closes his eyes. As if that’s going to stop this stream of conversation at this point. “WE KNOW WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO DO. WE KNOW WHAT OUR BODY WANTS.” And to make matters worse, Eddie feels Venom coalesce outside of his body, a face extending from his back, looking at him even though he’s got his eyes stubbornly closed. “WHAT WE DON’T KNOW IS WHY WE AREN’T DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT.”
Eddie lets out a bark of laughter, short, sharp and awkward that dies out as quickly as it resonates within the shower. “You-I- we aren’t doing anything about anything,” he hisses. His eyes are open now, as he fumbled for the soap again, but he keeps it studiously away from meeting Venom’s large, opal shapes that pass for the alien’s eyes. “I’m just trying to shower here.”
“OUR BODY DEMANDS RELEASE.” Venom says, going straight for it. “WHY ARE WE REFUSING WHAT WE WANT?”
“Because!” Eddie gestures, and then fumbles with the soap as he struggles with his words. Seriously. This is why he has notecards. But no notecard could ever prompt him with the right words for this. “It’s not something I have to do.”
“BUT IT IS SOMETHING WE WANT.” Venom presses.
“Yeah, well, we can’t always get what we want, bud.”
“WE. ARE VENOM.” Venom says. “WE CAN HAVE ANYTHING WE WANT.”
“Not this.” Eddie says firmly, working up a fresh lather. “It’s just not… right.”
“AND WHY NOT?” Venom moves around his arms as he soaps up his legs, bending with him to maintain eye contact, even if Eddie still isn’t looking him in the eye. “WHO DECIDED MASTURBATION ISN’T RIGHT?”
“Okay, no one decided that,” Eddie hides his face in his palm, before straightening and standing directly under the spray of water, letting it rinse him free of all the soapy suds. Venom stays right outside the spray, but doesn’t look away from his face once. “Look. I don’t feel comfortable… jacking off… with you present.”
“WHY?” Like a damn toddler making him question his entire existence, Eddie sighs.
“Because normally, that kind of stuff is done privately—”
“THERE IS NOTHING PRIVATE BETWEEN US!”
“—with only one person present. Not,” Eddie stresses, before Venom can cut him off again, “an alien and a human both.”
“THE LOGIC IS FLAWED,” Venom says. “ IF WE HUNGER, WE EAT. IF WE TIRE, WE REST. WHY THIS MUST BE ANY DIFFERENT IS ONLY A TESTIMONY OF YOU HUMANS AND YOUR STRANGENESS.” A sort of distaste colors Venom’s words. “PRIVACY; A SOCIAL CONSTRUCT YOU’VE CREATED. IT SHOULD HOLD NO POWER AGAINST US.”
“And yet it does,” Eddie says, turning the water off and stepping out of the tub. “Welcome to the real world, buddy.”
And for now, that seems to be that.
oOo
The fourth time…
The fourth time is when things go a little differently.
Eddie’s still sleeping, firmly within the dream stages of his REM cycle. Except one moment, he’s dreaming about bounding from building to building, the adrenaline high mixed with a healthy dose of fear, and the next second, he’s pinned against a building in the alley behind his building. The scenario is all too familiar. The tentacles that seep out from his back is familiar too, except it hadn’t been in this scenario.
As one does, Eddie goes along with it. His surrounding are blurry in his dream, but his focus on the approaching tentacle is all too clear.
“You’re a menace,” Eddie’s saying, but there’s no heat behind his words. The tentacle that he just now noticed wrapped around his waist, under his hoodie, tightens, forcing him closer to the wall until the bricks scrape at his skin even through the fabric of his clothes. In his dream, the sensations are all too vivid, and the electric pulses that course through his groin is magnified.
He gasps, when that tentacle brushes against his lip, slick and wet, making his mouth open, inviting it inside.
Another tentacle goes unseen, but he can feel it toying with his zipper, pulling it down, and he closes his eyes, but he can still see everything, sense the tentacle brushing against his length, straining against his boxers. The tip of the tentacle wipes past the wet spot that’s leaked into the fabric, and Eddie moans aloud, hips bucking—
With a gasp, his eyes shoot open, and he’s not in the alley anymore, but in bed. There aren’t tentacles around him, but he’s hard, and so close, so damn close, that it only takes one sensuous roll against his mattress, another, one more—
Venom materializes from his back, but it’s more than just the tendril with his face on it. A heavy weight lands on his back, pressing his legs to the mattress, and Eddie comes, crying aloud as his hips buck and roll without conscious thought, shooting cum in a seemingly never ending stream.
When he comes down, Eddie is gasping, and borderline livid.
“What the fuck?” He yells, pushing himself up — or tries to. Rapidly, far too rapidly, tentacles shoot out and latch around his wrists and ankles, pinning him to the bed faster than the eye can blink. Over his shoulder, he can see Venom’s face loom over him from his peripherals, and that wide jaw opens, the too long tongue extending far enough until the tip of it barely grazes Eddie’s neck.
He shudders.
“What the fuck are you doing,” Eddie demands, body forced into a stiffness it doesn’t want to heed, not after the mind-melting orgasm he’d just had. “You fucking get into my dreams, and now you’re—”
“I HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT YOU DREAM OF, EDDIE,” Venom says. “YOUR DREAMS ARE ALL YOUR OWN. THEY ARE NOTHING TO US, EXCEPT MAYBE A FORM OF ENTERTAINMENT,” Venom grins, leaning closer. “OR EVEN PLEASURE.”
“Shut up,” Eddie says. “That was—that wasn’t.”
“THAT WAS ALL YOU, EDDIE.” Venom says, and he sounds smug, way too smug for Eddie’s liking. “OUR BODY NEEDED RELEASE, AND IT HAS DECIDED TO GO FOR WHAT YOU DO NOT ALLOW IT.” Yeah, Venom definitely sounded pleased.
“A fluke,” Eddie gets out. “Nothing more. So you’re in my subconscious, sure. That doesn’t mean you can pin me down to my own bed!” Again, he tries to push himself free — but the tentacles don’t even allow him to budge. “What’re you — lemme go!”
“NO.” The weight against his back — Eddie suddenly realizes how humanoid it feels, how much it feels like Venom’s morphed himself into a body that can press against him, head to toe, like just another human lover. The thought doesn’t displease him, a distant part of his mind is horrified to realize, but forces another shiver throughout his body, one far too happy than it should be with his current position.
“NO. OUR BODY IS STILL NOT SATISFIED,” Venom says. “YOUR HORMONES… EXQUISITE. BUT STILL YEARNING FOR MORE.”
Eddie isn’t entirely sure which part to address first — hell, he barely knows what to say. But he doesn’t have a colorful record in journalism for his ability to stay speechless for long. “You can taste my hormones?”
Venom hums, and the vibrations that roll through them both almost makes Eddie’s eyes roll up. “YES. SO MANY TASTY HORMONES.” There’s a small pause. “WE WANT MORE.”
“Wait!” The pure fear that bolts through Eddie at that stops Venom, his tongue inches away from my face. “Wait, stop, no, stop.” His breathing’s a lot heavier now, and while a part of him may have enjoyed whatever Venom was insinuating, there’s a larger, stronger part of him that has too big of a problem with this.
“EDDIE…”
But Eddie just shuts him down. “No.” His entire body is rigid, muscles tensed, almost vibrating with the fear that Venom won’t listen, that he’ll push ahead anyway, as he waits to see what Venom actually does.
He swallows, the sound as loud as the blood pounding through his ears. “No.” He repeats, and closes his eyes when he hears how weak his voice is. It isn’t from a faltering resolve, but fear, pure genuine fear of the alien holding him down.
A second passes, and then another. And then Venom is letting his hold on him go, retreating into his body without a sound.
All the stiffness in Eddie’s muscles disperse as he slumps against his bed. Within his chest, his heart still beats furiously, and within his gut, he can feel Venom nestled like a heavy weight, solid and pensively dark.
Eddie closes his eyes.
oOo
It’s been two days, and Venom’s been quiet. Not a single word out of him, neither has Eddie seen a tendril creep out of his body since —
Since. Well.
And frankly, at this point, it’s become both parts relieving and disconcerting. The part that is relieved is grateful, even as Eddie knows he’s only putting off the eventual confrontation. But there was some hope that this would all brush over without them ever needing to come back and discuss it.
Eddie knows the problem with that, but he steadfastly ignores it as much as he prays that he never gets a boner again.
The other part of him is admittedly starting to get concerned. Venom hasn’t come out once, especially during mealtimes, when Venom would either try to take over or make demands for more chocolate, tater tots, or human brains. The fact that Eddie’s gotten nothing but silence over everything for the past two days is bugging him as much as he’s concerned about Venom’s own hunger, in a way that’s unrelated to arguing over the ethics of eating humans for once.
If it was ever a battle of wills, Eddie unsurprisingly breaks first, succumbing to settling on his couch and trying to coax Venom out in a way he never really thought he ever would.
“Hey, buddy?” A second passes, and he can feel the swooping lurches of Venom twisting around within him, but nothing appears on the outside. “Venom? C’mon man,” he sighs, but his eyes are alert, and that’s why he immediately sees, as fast as he feels Venom coming out of him, a small tendril from his shoulder.
“YES, EDDIE?” He sounds formal, as distant as Annie was when she found him in front of her apartment after all those months post their breakup. He pushes the thought from his mind — that isn’t anywhere near important right now.
“Look, buddy.” He sighs again. This time, he dredges up his reporter persona — at least, enough to initiate this conversation. Only, he wings things as much as a reporter as he does in real life, but at least as a reporter he has a better idea of where he wants things to go. “Do you know what consent is?”
Venom stays quiet as he peruses the words, quite possibly even accessing Eddie’s memories to get a better grasp of it before he responds. As much as it makes him uncomfortable to think of what exactly Venom could be going through to figure that out, he stays quiet, choosing to fight his battles for the time being.
“DID I NOT HAVE YOUR CONSENT, EDDIE?” Venom asks, without beating around the bush.
“I-not exactly.” And Eddie decides to go for the same, because why not? Hell, that hasn’t been a part of his nature before. “It— what you were trying to do — maybe I did dream about it. But that’s different from actively wanting — from actually having sex.” He swallows off the rest of the sentence, in vain though, because Venom finishes it for him.
“WITH US?”
“Yes.”
“BUT WE ARE ONE,” Venom says. “WHY WOULD EDDIE NOT WANT TO HAVE SEX WITH US?”
He feels the heat rushing through his face. “Because — like I said. It’s — it’s different,” he says, feeling stupid. “We don’t always want to have sex, and definitely not with everyone we meet. There’s definitely a few people I can name off the top of my head that I’d want nothing to do with.”
“BUT EDDIE DREAMT OF US.” The way Venom says the last word, so commonly used, but used so differently now, fans the heat in Eddie’s face with more intent.
“Still doesn’t mean I’m gonna have sex with you, buddy.”
And now, now Venom’s looking at him, and for an alien face with no human features, the way he looks at Eddie is eerily reminiscent of a person raising their eyebrows skeptically. “YOU LIE,” he borderline snarled. “WE CAN FEEL YOUR DESIRE FOR US, EDDIE. IT IS THERE, EVEN NOW.” As if to prove his point, tendrils appear, and caress his face — but before Eddie’s breath can even begin to hitch, they do nothing more but stroke his cheeks. “BUT YOU ALSO FEAR US…”
“Yeah, that brings me back to my original point.”
“WE WILL NOT DO ANYTHING WITHOUT YOUR CONSENT,” Venom says, bringing the tendrils away from his face. “BUT WHY DO YOU NOT GIVE IT?”
“It-it’s complicated—”
“UN-COMPLICATE IT, THEN!” Venom says, sounding frustrated, and if Eddie wasn’t frustrated too, he would have smiled.
“I don’t know how!” Eddie shouts. “I don’t know what to tell you — I’m-I’m scared, okay? I’m scared, because this is a-a highly weird and unusual occurrence that I don’t think anyone’s ever experienced before, and I don’t know what to do about it!”
“AND YET, TENTACLE PORN EXISTS.”
Eddie stares. “How-how the fuck do you know about that?”
“BECAUSE EDDIE KNOWS, SO WE KNOW.” Venom states simply.
Eddie closes his eyes, rubbing a hand over his face. “I— do not. Want to think about that,” except he does, and he’s thinking about it now, the flashes of the ads from the sides of the porn sites he did use, displaying an animated girl looking in shock as a tentacle appeared in front of her, or more explicitly, a girl looking positively stuffed from every hole with a tentacle, and he was never interested in it before, barely glancing at it at most to dismiss it as a clickbait virus. But now, he forcibly pushes the thought aside, bringing himself back to the present, and ignoring the traitorous dick that gives a very interested twitch at those mental images now. “And that’s besides the point.”
“YOU ARE SCARED,” Venom surmises, bringing back one of Eddie’s statements. “WHY? BECAUSE WE ARE UNLIKE OTHER HUMANS?” A tentacle waves itself in front of Eddie’s face. “YOU HAVEN’T FEAR US IN A WHILE, EDDIE, AND YOU STILL DON’T FEAR US NOW. BUT YOU SAY YOU DO…”
“Not because of how you look, buddy.” Eddie flushes. “Well. Not just that. But it’s… I don’t know what to expect. You’re in me, an alien, and while you can read my mind, I can’t read yours. I don’t know what’s going on in your head, and I can’t tell if you even understand what you’re trying for here. Yeah, you say you know what sex is, but the mechanics of it is very different from the — from what goes on in our heads, as humans.”
“HUMANS HAVE SEX TO PROCREATE,” Venom says. “BUT ALSO FOR FUN. YOU FEEL GOOD WHEN YOU DO IT, AND YOU FEEL CLOSER WITH WHOEVER YOU FUCK IF IT IS SOMETHING MORE. WOULDN’T WE BE LIKE THAT?”
Eddie blinks. “We — what?”
“WE ARE ALREADY SO CLOSE TOGETHER,” Venom croons. “PERFECT SYMBIOSIS,” he says. “HAVING SEX — IT WOULD BRING US EVEN CLOSER, IN YOUR HUMAN TERMS AND MIND.”
Eddie swallows. “And I guess that’s what I’m afraid of, okay?” He says truthfully, voice soft. “That — something like that is a lot to take in, and-and I’m not sure I’m ready for something like that. If at all.”
Venom stays silent, regarding Eddie for several long seconds without saying anything. He still doesn’t say anything when he retreats back into Eddie, and Eddie starts.
“Venom?”
He’s given no response, and Eddie feels more on edge than when he was actually talking. He has no idea what to make of it.
“Buddy?” He tries again, but apart from a swirl in his gut that radiates discontent, Venom doesn’t respond, and Eddie is forced to let the matter go for now.
oOo
Sooner than he thought he would, Eddie decides to ponder on it, really think about it.
It’s late at night, he’s in bed, on his back with his hands folded on his stomach, staring at the spotty ceiling. Venom is still quiet in him, didn’t come out for dinner, even when Eddie dipped the tater tots in chocolate syrup of his own volition.
He’s not alone, he knows, and he can still feel Venom within him. His presence is the only thing that’s keeping Eddie from feeling like everything’s gone to complete shit. But Venom is silent and as unobtrusive as if he isn’t there, and Eddie figures he doesn’t have a better time to think this through.
So he does.
And he thinks about it, long and hard. How weird the entire situation is, how a few months ago, this wouldn’t have even been a problem. But things happened, and here he is, debating the pros and cons of fucking an alien that he’s housing within his own body.
It’s headache inducing to think about, more so that he’s actually considering it.
Because, yeah, he can see how great it would be — for him. Eddie’s not entirely sure what Venom’s stance on this is — all he can tell is that Venom knows he wants it, so he’s willing to give it. But does Venom actually want it?
And then there’s also the fact that Venom’s an alien. Granted, an alien that’s all about whatever they want, and what Eddie wants is to fuck said alien… but an alien, nonetheless. And Eddie has no idea how to come to terms with that one, teeny tiny tidbit, but it’s enough to hold him back, really.
But not Venom. Who, come to think of it, is willing to fuck Eddie, who’s as much of an alien to him as Venom is to Eddie.
God, he needs some Advil at this point.
Instead, Eddie takes a deep breath, and tries to adopt Venom’s stance — even though he usually never does that. The line between human and alien was something he tries to keep clear in his mind, if at least because one of them needs to remember that eating humans was still a no-no — and mentally says, ‘fuck it,’ which sounds a lot stronger in his head than how he actually feels.
“Venom?”
A swirl around his lungs, before a pile of goop comes out to sit on his chest.
“I…” staring at the amorphous goo on his chest, he tries to muster the courage he’s not even sure he has. “Okay,” he finally says, simply. “Okay, Venom.”
For a second, Venom doesn’t react. Just when it looks like he’s actually going to force Eddie to come out and say it outright, the black pile of goo begins to take shape.
Arms and legs, humanoid except for color and size, followed by a torso of similar characteristics until finally, a head coalesces atop it all. Venom, in all his glory, looking like they do together, rests between his knees, the arms framing Eddie holding him up as he looks down at Eddie. That long tongue rolls out, lolling about in the air for several silent seconds before Eddie speaks.
“How…”
“LET ME.” Venom says, and he lowers himself.
As if he’s paralyzed, Eddie can do nothing but watch as Venom comes closer and closer, until finally that mouth, tongue firmly within it, brushes against his own, and unbidden, Eddie’s eyes close.
Venom is… smooth. Soft, and instead of malleable, as firm as Eddie knows Venom can be destructive with the strength that deceives his original, unbonded shape. It’s nothing like kissing another human, but familiar — too familiar. Memories of a kiss with Venom resurface, and that, combined with Venom’s insistent kisses has Eddie subconsciously reacting.
For several minutes, they just lay there, and despite himself, Eddie finds himself becoming comfortable. It’s almost soothing, something he hadn’t been expecting, but Venom feels as reassuring as Eddie’s found him to be reliable. A partner in his mind, a protector, a tenuous friend… and maybe more, but his mind shies away from thinking that thought through.
His hands, that he’s kept on his stomach thus far, flinch and itch to move, and by now, Eddie gives in just as he has with everything else. He allows himself to reach up and cradle Venom’s face — and Venom purrs against him, sounding and emanating pleasure through his mind.
Eddie inhales, eyes shooting open as Venom presses against him. But that’s not what gets his attention — it’s the tendrils working at his clothes, slipping off his shirt so quickly that they’re barely forced to part for a couple of seconds before Venom is softly kissing him again, keeping him occupied — but not distracted enough to not notice his hips rising, pants being worked off.
He tries to speak, but he isn’t given the chance, and really, he isn’t entirely sure what he’d say, anyway. So he lets it go on, pants slipping past his ankles and then tossed off the bed entirely, discarded. And when Venom shifts, Eddie feeling it brush against bare skin, he realizes Venom removed his boxers as well.
Now, Eddie pulls back far enough to get a single syllable of Venom’s name out before a tentacle is pressing itself against his mouth.
“I’VE GOT US.” Venom says, and the words strike a chord in him, memories of hanging off the side of a building, a clawed hand gripping into a building the only thing stopping Eddie from plunging to his imminent death.
Strangely, he feels much like he did then, at this moment.
Tendrils — tentacles — maneuver him around, spreading his legs and putting his hands beside his head. But unlike before, they’re a softer weight, just… holding Eddie’s hands by head, supporting his ankles where they want him. He tests its give, and sure enough, Venom lets him move.
He lets Venom hold him how he wants, though.
With Venom still kissing him, tentacles, soft and slim, brush at his chest, the sides of his torso, up and down without straying further, until Eddie is as relaxed as he can get. And then, the tip of Venom tongue prods at his mouth, and he just… lets it in, parting his lips and allowing for entry. Immediately, Venom’s tongue swoops in, stroking against his own tongue, exploring his mouth, and as he does so, he feels more tentacles climb up his legs, all the while Venom — mostly — maintains his humanoid form, still resting between his legs. But the tentacles work up, gentle caresses, first around his calves, gripping him in a firm but painless hold, and then more appear, brushing past his knees, stroking the insides of his thighs.
He exhales, right into Venom’s mouth, and Venom hums. The tentacles around his torso circle around him instead, and now, he can feel himself firmly within Venom’s embrace, tentacles all around him as if Venom’s holding Eddie to himself.
“SO GOOD, EDDIE.”
He feels himself blush at the praise, but he doesn’t really get an opportunity to say anything about it. Smaller tentacles brush at his nipples, and he gasps. It’s strange, the sensation. It’s not that he’s never paid attention to his nipples before — he has. But not like the single minded focus these tentacles seem to deserve solely for rubbing and twisting his nipples alone, all the while, other tentacles start to hone into where Eddie thought Venom would head for first, even as they take their time.
He can’t deny, his cock is hard and throbbing, however. Leaking precome, the first touch to his dick makes him buck up into the touch — and Venom lets him arch his back, as he gasps and unconsciously spreads his legs wider. Another tentacle aims further down, winding themselves around his balls, and he cries at the touch.
And yet another tentacle appears, even further down, and Eddie tenses as it taps at his entrance.
Immediately, Venom ceases all movement. From the tendrils at his nipples, to the ones still stroking his calves, everything stops moving. Even his tongue retreats, head pulling back so that Venom can look at Eddie.
“EDDIE?”
He breathes deeply, inhales and exhales once. “Yeah.” Eddie gradually loosens up again, craning his neck up so he can press his head against Venom’s, he’s slow to start back up, but one by one, the tentacles resume their actions. All of them, except the one at his ass.
Instead, the one toying with the head of his cock grows thicker, and wraps itself around the base of Eddie’s cock, and strokes up.
Groaning, Eddie throws his head back against the pillow, pushing up into the hold. Again, the tentacle pushes down to the base and strokes back up, and Eddie cries out, pulling his legs up until his heels are planted on the mattress. The tentacle around his balls thicken and flatten, until it’s practically cupping him, and he pushes himself down — and then back up as Venom keeps stroking his cock.
Something touches Eddie’s mouth, and he opens his mouth. Realizing it’s Venom’s tongue, he closes his eyes again and lets Venom in, sucking on Venom’s tongue. This time, he’s thoroughly and efficiently distracted, and the tentacle at his entrance slips in.
When he doesn’t react, it goes in a little further, before retreating, only to plunge itself back into the warmth of Eddie’s hole. Small as it is, it goes unnoticed as Eddie is assaulted by all the other sensations, until it starts to thicken as well, slow but steadily, until it’s as wide as three fingers.
But Eddie doesn’t tense, or pull back. His eyes do open as he lets go of Venom’s tongue, but he can see, reflected back in Venom’s opal eyes, his own pupils are heavily dilated. He’s positively gasping at every other inhale now, and feeling Venom around him — feeling Venom in him… Eddie just wants more.
“YES.” Venom knows it, because the thought barely passes Eddie’s mind before the tentacle inside him thickens further, until it’s as thick as an actual cock. Eddie groans, pleased and satisfied, as he moves down to meet Venom’s thrust, and then back up to thrust into the tentacle coiled around his cock.
It’s a lot, and Eddie can’t get enough. He wraps his hand around Venom’s neck, fingers scrabbling into those shoulders for purchase — and his fingers dig in, Venom melting around his hold but stabilizing — and that’s when Eddie becomes aware of how Venom isn’t unaffected.
“V-Venom?” It’s a struggle to get the word out, hard to speak, but he looks at his symbiote, and Venom grins down at him, but… but while his face isn’t human, losing control like a human would… Eddie looks closer — inside himself, and realizes the pleasure he’s been feeling, the hot lust and something else he’s been feeling all this time, it isn’t entirely his own.
“Venom…” this time, the name slips out easily, soft and reverent, and Venom rumbles with — happiness, Eddie feels. It’s all within him, what he can’t see on Venom’s face, it’s all within him, rushing through his bloodstream alongside his own hormones, his own elation and pleasure, it’s been combined with Venom’s satisfaction and excitement, and now that he’s paying attention to it, Eddie starts drowning in the combination of the headiness of it all.
“Venom.” He’s gasping, moaning like a slut, the neighbors are probably banging on his walls but even if they were, Eddie doesn’t care, can’t, because what he’s feeling, he knows what he’s feeling from himself is the same thing he can feel from Venom, apart from the pleasure and satisfaction and the thrill of how intrinsically they are joined, body and mind, is—
“EDDIE.”
Eddie comes, his orgasm wrecking through his entire body with a blinding flash of white light. His back arches, up and off the bed and almost melds into Venom’s chest, legs closing in around Venom’s hips and thighs, Eddie’s holding on for dear life as he comes and comes…
And Venom is right there with him, yelling in his mind as a plethora of chemicals flood their senses, hormones leaving Eddie’s fingers numb from the assault of peak pleasure. Together, Eddie loses track of what’s himself and what’s Venom. Already joined, and yet this is what it feels like to host a symbiote. Perfect symbiosis, and it’s nirvana, as they both experience an orgasm in themselves, within each other, a feedback loop that has Eddie shuddering and crying.
Days could have passed, time became nonexistent before everything finally slows down, and finally, Eddie can feel his senses calming even as they tingle. He’s breathing hard, like he ran a marathon and then some, and as he tries to come back to himself, he can feel Venom still holding onto him, still coiled around his dick and balls, still inside his now aching hole, but thankfully, Venom was motionless, even as the occasional spasm makes Eddie shiver.
Eventually, the tentacles recede, Venom pulling back, until it’s just a mound of goo atop his chest, like he was before Eddie gave in, before everything happened.
A manic giggle escapes his lips before he purses his lips, but his body still feels too light, too loose limbed for Eddie to be anything but content.
“WAS THAT GOOD?”
Eddie laughs, loud and unrestrained. His face felt damp — he’d been crying, at some point. Eddie honestly can’t say he’s surprised.
“Yeah, buddy.” He reaches out and pats at the pile of goo, before his hand simply loses the energy to raise itself again beyond a single pat, and he starts stroking at Venom instead. “It was good.”
The smugness that radiates from Venom was well-earned, but Eddie isn’t going to go as far as to let him have that. Not aloud, anyway.
“I CAN MAKE IT EVEN BETTER NEXT TIME.”