spaces_between | This isn't the Little Mermaid

I should... probably accomplish the task in the sea.

[He was certain that when he was small and still with his family, he would have seen how birth worked, but those memories were not readily accessible. It would be too much sign of weakness to move off to find out, and he wasn't willing to leave Steve to do so. He was certain that seeing human birth would be enough to prepare him for what was to come.

He huffed a noise at the sound that emerged from his mate, rolling Steve's balls in his hand, and he was keenly aware of the hardness that his mate was sporting. It was so easy to respond in kind, to lose himself in want now that they were together and sharing something only the two of them could know about.]

I have proven myself resilient beyond measure. [Which was his version of a promise not to do anything too protective. He lifted his leg until Steve's pants were removed and then set it back and inched closer, sliding their chests together and purposefully pressing his belly to Steve's.] It will be healthy and strong. I would carry nothing less.

No, I mean -- it's fun. Definitely fun. But... [ He paused, trying to find the right words to say as he looked around at their surroundings, the way they were at the bottom, and it was Bucky's spell that still kept him safe, kept him from not drowning. It was dangerous and exhilarating to know that he depended so completely on Bucky for his continued survival here.

Here, nothing bad would happen.

He keened softly, yearning and wanting more. ] But it's not something I want to do with anyone. Except you. [ He met his eyes, squirming before he thrust into Bucky's fingers, eyes lidding at the way his teeth felt against his skin, inviting and tantalizing. ]

If you've never done it, how do you know it's fun? [He knew that his questions were often circular, but he always enjoyed knowing all the answers to Steve's logic. His friend was so different from other humans, and he wanted to know it all. Steve was the only one to ever answer him too, usually because anyone else was either food or frightened.

He twisted them around as they remained close together, taking them slow and unhurried back towards the sunken ship.

He exhaled bubbles at the noise that the other boy made, encouraged and rubbing his hand up and down the shaft even as he kept Steve position close to his slit.] So you want to be mates for life with me?

[ Bucky's squirming only tempted him all the more - especially so when that soft little trill were issued from his lips. He'd missed the sounds that Bucky made, their reckless enjoyment of each other, the pleasure they took whenever they made love.

He grasped his hips tight as he pounded into him, knowing that Bucky was tightening his hole around his cock with every thrust. This was rough, this was heady and passionate and he didn't hold back. No, this was what Bucky would've liked. His balls, heavy with unspent seed, slapped obscenely against his ass, and he grunted quietly, leaning over to sink his teeth into his shoulder in open possessiveness. ]

Better?

[ Steve frowned at that, not entirely sure that it would be safe for their baby -- after all, their baby wouldn't be entirely mermaid. This was the first time he'd ever faced something like this, and Steve wasn't too sure how to proceed; he knew that he was going to have to read up on it, and possibly watch a few videos together with Bucky but it would be worth it.

Now, however, he was distracted from nearly everything else when Bucky started playing with his balls, and he groaned, rocking into it, grasping Bucky's to draw him closer, grinding up against him with a desire that he felt only for his mate. But he was worried, too. ]

Bucky. I meant -- I wasn't born healthy. [ What if their baby took after him? What if it was his fault? ]

Because I'm sure if it's with someone you love, it would be. [ Bucky's frank, innocent curiosity had always been one of the many things he loved about him; Bucky always liked to know, to discover, and Steve always indulged him.

He smiled faintly, nervous as he gently rubbed against his slit, writhing in pleasure as Bucky continued his talented fingers, he leaned forward to kiss him again, and again, relishing the softness of those lips, the fact that Bucky would never dream of hurting him. ]

Yes, I think so. Do you want to...?

[That sounded like human logic again, but he accepted it easily all the same. He had never done such a thing, and he had to admit that having Steve's mouth on him before had been very, very nice. He imagined this to be similar.] We are in the water too, which is always fun.

[The more his slit was teased, the more his muscles relaxed and the more pleasurable it felt. Like a tension building inside of him, a heavy need that he had not experienced before. His fingers tightened and loosened experimentally on Steve's erection as he stroked it, peering at the other boy safe in his hold.]

With you, yes. You are very special and unique to me. [He stopped stroking and firmly pressed Steve into him, trilling a surprised sound at how the initial invasion felt.]

[He considered it safest in the water, especially since he wasn't currently knowledgeable on how woman gave birth on land. Humans always seemed to complicate things though, and everything just seemed safer in the water where he was the top predator and was unlikely to be harassed during the process if it came to that. He suddenly was curious what a child between them would look like.

He growled softly in response to the motions and the sheer notion that anything that they produced might be unhealthy. It was absurd; he had little time for such things, especially now.]

But you are healthy now. And you will pass that health on.

[There was a bruising pressure around his hips, and he didn't fight it. If anything, it encouraged his own pleasure as he clenched his clawed fingers into the blanket as Steve let him experience the full measure of what his mate could do. His body rocked forward hard, sliding his cheek each time on the blanket and forcing him to adjust his legs to keep from being shoved right forward towards the head of the bed.

His muscles clenched on each one, and he groaned and clenched his teeth to resist the need to simply voice his pleasure. It didn't last long with the brutal loving pace that Steve unleashed on him, and within minutes he was trilling breathless sounds, some broken from lack of use and some managing to come full scale from his throat.

He pressed his shoulder to Steve's teeth eagerly.] More. I need to feel!

[ Bucky was not the only one who was surprised. Steve's eyes went wide and the sudden surge of heat and slickness, the way Bucky's body closed around Steve's cock as he guided him in, impossibly hot and lovely and nothing, absolutely nothing had prepared him for how this would feel.

It was incredible, and he gasped, arching his back and pushing in all the way, encouraged by the sweet, soft trilling sound Bucky had just issued. ]

Do that again.

[ Steve recognized that low, quiet growl and simply reached for Bucky's cock, rubbing both their cocks together, letting the friction distract him from it -- he was sure that he was going to witness his fair share of moodswings as the pregnancy progressed. Steve braced himself for it, but felt proud and happy, too, possessive as he kissed him to quiet him.

He would quietly brood on that later, where Bucky wouldn't know; it wouldn't do to provoke his mate unnecessarily. ] Mmm. Have you thought of a name?

[He was momentarily placated by the sudden touch, pressing his erection into Steve's hand and relenting at the pleasurable glide of their flesh against each other. He nestled in close, drawing his nails carefully up Steve's back to leave only vivid welts but not breaking skin. This was their moment, their celebration, and he didn't want anything to ruin it, not even sour moods (especially those).

He nipped at Steve's earlobe.] Why would I do that when I haven't even seen it yet? Do... humans have naming traditions?

[He hadn't entirely intended for their bodies to meld together all the way, but the way that Steve's thick hot erection dived deeper until their hips were pressed together was shocking in how thrilling it was. He was hot and slick and excited, his own erection trapped between them as his hands gripped Steve's ass tightly, nails of one hand digging in.

It was as good as having a mouth on him, though there was a twinge of discomfort at how full he felt. He twisted them around, his tail curling around Steve's legs as he instead of trilling started a two-toned song, filling the water with harmonized music.]

[ Steve wasn't in much of a hurry to penetrate him, not when he could enjoy the pleasures of his mate's body. He loved the way Bucky reacted, always, and he hissed softly at the way those nails felt against his back. It felt good, and he mused. ]

I guess you can name them whatever you want. We do have girl and boy names for each, though. What about you? Do merfolk have naming traditions?

[His nails traced around Steve's shoulders as he continued to thrust their erections together, his eyes half-closed in pleasure. It felt good being with Steve like this, even if he knew nothing on the surface could be truly safe. This was good enough; this was just theirs.

He sighed softly, tilting his head.] If we do, I don't remember them. I suspect naming isn't done until the child is born. It... I seem to think it's a big deal to welcome a new addition to a family; fertility rates no doubt aren't that good.

[ The music was hauntingly beautiful, exquisite, and Steve was wide-eyed, pausing only for a moment to listen to it, entranced by the way Bucky sang. His cock twitched inside of him in response, and he hadn't moved, not yet, even when he was cradled so intimately in his best friend's arms.

He swallowed, then nuzzled his neck, not wanting him to stop. The sleekness of that powerful tail wrapped around him only made Steve more passionate, more wanting, and he shivered, before he moved faintly, gently thrusting into him. He was overwhelmed by it, the sensation of actually being inside Bucky, the way he accepted him so readily, and he hummed. ]

You're so special to me too, Bucky.

[It wasn't often that he sang at the outskirts of the harbour, mostly because the sound of the engines off-set the sound he would make. Still, he sang and fish schools swam around them, both to investigate the activity and drawn to his noise. Such simple creatures couldn't resist, but only Steve could understand and enjoy the nature of his song.

He twisted them around, his fins shimmering with colour to show his pleasure, and he tipped his head back as he rubbed his trapped erection against Steve's hips, needing that. His song tone changed with the initial thrusting, driving the fish away so that this moment was between himself and Steve alone.]

On the surface tonight, I want you to sing for me.

[ If he wanted to feel it, Steve would give it to him. He bit and sucked a vivid red-purple bruise on his skin as he pinned his lover down to rut into him, hard and brutal and unforgiving, just the way he knew he liked it.

He heard it, the trills that issued from his throat, the arousal that delighted him and made him keep going. Steve had thought that he wouldn't be able to hear it again, the sounds that he made, and by this time he was pounding him into the mattress, reaching around to grasp his cock and jerk him off. ]

[His world was once again reduced to a haze of pleasure that bridged on painful, and he thrashed slightly as Steve had him pinned. There was complete trust in his lover to do so, even if the mattress seemed to protest their violent thrusting against each other, and he was as brutal shoving back as Steve was in shoving into him.

His metal fingers reached back to catch at the back of Steve's neck, trilling sounds of pleasure that were reduced to grunting of pleasure as he shifted to fight Steve for the sake of making their new coupling difficult and all the more worthwhile. He hissed threats in his native tongue, bearing his sharp teeth at the bed.]

[ Oh, he knew this game -- they've done this before many times together, when Bucky put up a good fight for the sake of it, to spice up their lovemaking, and he gripped him tighter, dominating and showing his lover that he was a worthy mate, that he could take care of him where he was needed.

Their bodies met, again and again in a violently sensuous rhythm, and he loved when he pushed Bucky beyond the instinctive trilling, right down to where they were most primitive, rutting like animals as he leaked into him, the pleasure pushing Steve further and further towards the edge. ]

[He doubted that they had played like this when they had first mated, doubted that Steve had the strength to pin him down back then. He couldn't remember it, but he knew that this was something that had come during the war time. Now he couldn't get enough of it, the feel of their bodies moving with wet slaps against each other and the grind of their limbs trying to get the better of each other.

He hissed and growled back at Steve, still holding his mate tightly with a hand as he drove himself back, aware that if Steve couldn't hold him, their positions would be reversed. Yet, his eyes clenched shut as pleasure built faster and faster, filling him in a similar way that Steve was, and he issued a deep gutteral trill as he came, his muscles clenching around Steve's erection tightly. He stilled his motions aside from his hips which continued to thrust back at Steve.] Fill me up, Rogers. Come on.

I wouldn't know.

[ Steve and Bucky never spoke about fertility rates or anything like that -- before this, they both knew that they were never going to be able to procreate, and it had never been at the top of their list with each other.

He rubs Bucky's stomach again with his free hand, before he leaned close to kiss his mouth sweetly, time and again, fond and loving. ] Are you looking forward to this?

I never told you about that before?

[He supposed that it wouldn't have been something that they would have discussed at all in the past, given how they had committed to each other and thus eliminated any chance of considering children back then. He wondered if they had been young and foolish. It didn't feel like it right now, and the opinions of others didn't matter. They had each other.

He pressed his stomach towards Steve's hand, studying his mate's expression intently. His eyes fluttered at the kiss and he purposefully nipped at Steve's lips before his mate could withdraw completely.] I don't know. Are you?

It didn't come up.

[ And it was irrelevant, all the same. They were so wrapped up in each other, and they knew that children were never going to be part of the equation. They were so in love with each other before, and now, still, and Steve can never imagine being with anyone else.

He exhales, smiles down at the smallest bump. He's aware of the way Bucky trusts him, and he rubs circles over it, like he could soothe the little life in it somehow, growing inside of him. He registers Bucky's nip, and licks at him gently before he chooses his answer. ]

Yes. We're going to have to do a lot of work to make sure it's okay. But I'm looking forward to our baby. [ He pauses, then. ] I hope it's a girl.

[Somehow, there was no surprise to that. He must have taught Steve many things about his culture and traditions, but he doubted that anything related to family would have come up. They had been so young and so in love with one another that he doubted back then they had thought of much outside of each other anyway. Even now, they protected each other above all else.

His trust for Steve had never faltered even when his memories had. He pressed his nose against the side of Steve's jaw after the lick, humming a soft musical note at the hand stroking his belly. His eyes half closed in pleasure of just being close.]

We will have to hide this. Perhaps I won't show much given my muscle structure? [He chuckled and threw his arms around Steve's shoulders.] Me as well. Females are revered in my culture. A strong beautiful girl.

This isn't the Little Mermaid

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