This, Subier thought, was the most fun he could ever have on land. Better than drinking, better than fighting, and better than dunking on Kzinssie.

Not that he wanted to be thinking about Kzinssie, when he had Polka in his tentacles, mostly undressed and very much enjoying himself. Polka liked the tentacles, and liked him despite everything. (Or possibly because of it, because Polka did rather seem the type.)

Polka's moans were infection and delicious and Subier licked his lips and twisted Polka around, making sure to keep tentacles in place as he pulled him in for a kiss.

Better.