It’s been days since I read this story and this part still baffles me. How does a merman even have a d***, like how is it possible anatomically? And just why? Get your mythical facts right sis.
He goes too far, over-eager and clumsy, and has to pull off, coughing, eyes watering. Luke sits up, hand on his jaw, thumb pressed into the corner of his mouth. “You don’t have to do this.”“No,” Dave wheezes. S***. “I want to.” He can’t express how much he wants to. He’s never thought of himself as a greedy person, but he’s shocked by how much he wants from Luke.He lowers his head again, taking Luke back into his mouth, his own body aching, neglected beneath the water. He’s too turned on to be self-conscious as he palms his own d***, the other hand holding Luke in place as he greedily s**** him down, eyes closed, memorizing every half-formed sound and curse that falls from Luke’ lips.“Dave, Dave,” Luke says, pushing at his shoulder urgently. “You should—”Dave continues stubbornly; he’s a little terrible at his, can’t get his hand and mouth working at the same time, but it seems effective enough. He speeds up a little, hears Luke gasp above him, thighs tense, and swallows the hot, bitter gush across his tongue, heady with his own power.Dave kisses him afterward, Luke still dazed and shocky against him, and swallows the soft, shocked sounds he makes as Luke slides into the water, Dave holding him up. His eyes have gone gold, nothing between them now.“Hey,” Luke says, grinning at Dave.“Hey,” Dave says softly back, unable to help the dopey grin he knows is spreading slowly across his face.Luke kisses him again and shoves himself close. Dave could come like this, rubbing up against Luke, but Luke makes a motion with his hands, leaving trails of blue sparks trailing over the water, and pushes Dave back against the rocks so he’s reclining half out of the water, then reaches behind himself, muttering a short spell. Oh. Dave knows what this is. He’s—he loses his train of thought as he watches Luke. Unable to help himself, Dave reaches around to where Luke is sliding his fingers in and out of his own body, greedily touching where Luke feels soft, slick, and way too small.He wants to see but doesn’t know how to ask. It seems kind of rude.“I’m ready, if you—” Luke says, hesistating. Dave swallows convulsively, mouth dry and totally unable to answer, but nods his head. Luke climbs up over him, lowering himself down onto Dave’s c***, aching and swollen. Dave feels his entire body arch into it; his brain shorts out, unable to process the hot, wet clench of heat around him. He bites his lip, tasting blood in the back of his throat.“Oh, f***,” he mutters, half unintelligible, until Luke is fully seated, thighs trembling. He slaps the ground once, hard, but he barely registers the pain because Luke is raising up before lowering himself again, and Dave is—shocked is the only word for it. Shocked by the beauty of it, shocked by the feeling of being connected so intimately with another person, shocked he could have gone so long without knowing this, but glad he did if it meant experiencing it for the first time with Luke.“Luke, Luke,” Dave says, words slurring together, unable to concentrate beyond this terrifyingly perfect moment.It took Dave many lifetimes and Luke only one to realize immortality wasn’t gift. After a while, you find yourself searching for meaning and realizing there is none. There is only right now, there is only today. There is only the space between one breath and another, the skin against his.Luke rides him slowly, looking down at him, one hand clutching Dave’s shoulder, the other touching the hinge of Dave’s jaw, his lips, Dave’s tongue flicking out to brush against the pad of his thumb, the sound of the unforgiving ocean crashing against the rocks.”This means you’re mine,” Luke says, laying his palms flat against Dave’s chest, where Dave‘s hands come up to wrap around his, silver ring glinting. “And now that you‘re mine, I get to keep you forever.”Whatever sprang to life earlier when Dave watched the dancing, when Dave kissed Luke for the first time, grows now, expanding past what he thought was previously possible: some wild, hungry part of him that spirals and peaks, continuously building, until it punches a groan out of him. Luke leans down and presses a kiss above his hands, right against the hollow of Dave’s throat where Dave can feel his pulse fluttering. Relentlessly, Luke shoves himself down on Dave‘s c*** until he’s coming with a short, sharp cry, mouth open and hot against Dave’s sweaty neck.
