spaces_between | This isn't the Little Mermaid

[He gave a deep possessive growl as warmth spread inside of him, emphasized more and more with the little grinding thrusts that Steve continued to press into him. His fingers found and combed through his mate's hair, massaging the back of of Steve's head as they kissed, applying just enough teeth to seem dangerous even if he would never harm the blond.

He stretched as much as their position would allow before turning his head to regard their still sleeping baby. James was dead to the world, only little fingers grasping the blanket. Their child was safe and sleeping, which meant...

He twisted his hips and used his thighs to force his mate over onto the side, grinding his hips more aggressively down on Steve. They had only just finished, but it seemed like such a wasted opportunity.] We have a few hours. Let's make it worth our while, shall we?

[ Steve, sated and pleased, softens inside his beloved but keeps an arm around his waist. He kisses him, again and again, relishing the danger and the threat Bucky always poses, but would never inflict on him. He's the one that he knows Bucky would never hurt, and he studies their sleeping baby with a contented sigh before he finds himself practically manhandled by his eager Bucky.

He laughs softly and lets himself settle onto the side, the oversensitivity of his cock making him gasp with pleasure as he leans forward to steal another kiss from him, hands roaming all over the other's muscular, wonderful body. He can never have enough of him and he knows this. ] What -- aaah -- what do you want to do?

[With James set to possibly be asleep for upwards of a few hours, he was certainly going to take advantage of the fact his sweet vicious child wasn't clinging to his underside. It was good to be on land again; it was welcoming to be here with Steve's hard body under his own. He found it both amazing and frustrating the conflict that he suffered from wanting water and land at the same time for generally different reasons.

He continued to aggressively rock down on Steve's hips, wanting everything as oversensitive as possible. His fingers scraped down the blond's sizes as he kissed his way from Steve's lips to neck, nipping and drawing little pin-pricks of blood with his sharp teeth.] I want to ravage you until you have to beg me to stop.

[As if that would ever happen.]

Like hell I'd ever ask you to stop.

[ Steve adores the way Bucky is so passionate and aggressive, meeting him halfway as he thrusts back against him, hissing softly when his mate draws blood. He revels in the shared intimacy as he rolls him over, hands roaming over his body to take his cock in hand, stroking his mate to full hardness. ]

Lie back, I want to suck you off.

We'll see about that.

[The challenge was exciting, freeing him from gentleness, yet with Steve, he allowed himself to be overpowered again. He settled in the sand and arched and undulated as only a merman could even as his eyes fluttered at Steve's own small show of aggression through demand.

He smirked and lounged on the sand, his hips bobbing teasingly.]

You are such a fitting mate. No longer are you the slim youth who was curious and asked for everything; no, you're a demanding man and that's just the way I want you.

Such praises.

[ Steve laughs softly and licks his cock, sucking gently at the head before his hands come to pin his mate down. He takes his time with him, tongue laving a wet, hot stripe up and down his thick, hard length. He's even nosing at his heavy balls, kissing the softness of them before making his way back up, head bobbing when he takes half of him inside.

He's adoring, worshipful, reveling in every intoxicating, sweet moment together with Bucky. ] Mmm.

Only truth...!

[He groaned as he was pinned, squirming just to feel the weight of Steve's hands on him and how little he was allowed to actually move. It heated him up even as he shifted his legs around his mate to hold Steve tightly in return, crossing his ankles to lock them together. He keened and trilled his pleasure in the form of his ancestral music.

He buried his fingers into Steve's hair, protective of his mate even as he received such a hot gift.]

[ This year, Steve's decided to introduce something new into their little household. With his beloved guppy and their baby adjusting to life inside their apartment (he takes them to the new beach house he'd bought on the weekends, and weekdays are spent in the city), he knows that this will be the first Christmas that they'll be spending it as a proper little family.

James is napping in the massive tank Steve had specially made, submerged comfortably in briny seawater enriched with minerals fit for a mermaid prince. Steve's just finished tying sprigs of mistletoe to the ceiling lights, above wherever Bucky might be seen to pass -- after all, here's one of the precious things to teach him about; and it's been a lifetime since they had tried getting into the Christmas season proper. ]

Bucky. [ Steve calls out when he's finished tying the last sprig above their bedroom door in a fit of mischief. ] Can you come out here a moment?

[When it became too strange and suspicious for Steve to be missing for months on end, he allowed himself to be convinced to remove James from the waterways and dock areas to an apartment. Their son adapted quickly, understanding and enjoying the importance of shifting from having legs to have a tail. Often, their little one was a terror about it and having proper baths had become one of those activities which ended with hoots of baby trilling and water all over the place as their baby escaped him only to run to daddy nude and cling to Steve's legs with happy smiles.

Of course he knew of Christmas; it was a time of plenty when it came to meals unless there was a wicked storm blowing through. He seemed to remember eating well around this time of year, so many people out and about moving and buying and allowing themselves to go to places they might not normally. It was also a time of year where one of his kind gave the biggest and brightest object that shined to their mate. He made that last part of up, but Steve seemed to gift him more, which was then reciprocated with anything that was large and could hold a shine to it. He understood it better now, but many traditions were still over his head.

Steve seemed to be getting into it this year. Perhaps because it was their baby's first Christmas and certain family traditions had to be upheld? He tended to just watch and question later.

Still, he wandered from the bedroom where he had been folding clothing and stopped when he noticed plants hanging from the ceiling. He eyed the greenery for a moment and then peered at his mate.]

Why are you hanging plants in doorways? Is it poisonous?

It's tradition, and harmless. [ IF YOU DON'T EAT IT. But then Bucky had never been much of a plant eater (not that he's noticed) so Steve neglected to tell him the second part. He brightened when he saw his curious mate peering out of the bedroom, even moreso when he was right under it, just as Steve's planned.

He grinned and went over to him, taking Bucky's hand and smiling, threading his fingers with those metal digits. He's loved the time he spent with his mate and their baby; James is growing to be a precocious child, giggly and mischievous but ultimately shining with a good, loving little heart. He remembered, too, all the times they'd exchanged gifts with each other, Steve saving up for a year to buy something still humble for Bucky, hoping that he liked it. The gifts that Bucky had once given Steve had been salvaged months ago, having been securely locked in a tin and held as precious. SHIELD had preserved it for him, and for that he was grateful. ]

You kiss the person who stands under it, as a sign of good luck.

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[He noticed that a lot of questions that he had about this time of year as he tried to actually learn it for James' sake and education often just boiled down to 'it is tradition' and little more than that. Did humans really not question why they did such strange behaviours around a single time of year apparently based around the life of a baby born in a barn? It seemed far more strange when he delved deeper into the reasoning than even competitions involving water currents.

He was still rather pliable as Steve came in, sidling into his mate as his fingers gave an affectionate squeeze back before he glanced up at the mess of plant material above their heads. He admitted to not being completely taken with this tradition, since he tended to kiss Steve whenever and wherever he wanted to, not limited by plant life suspended to the ceiling.]

But we kiss all the time. How is that not as much good luck as standing under a bush?

Mmm, good point.

[ Truth is, Steve never quite dug into that either -- it was a nice tradition, sweet, and it brought people closer together; he hadn't thought to question it much. He remembered the few times he tried bringing Bucky to church, too, and that had been quite the disaster. Still, he leaned in to kiss him on his lips, drawing it out sweetly, his other arm sliding around his waist as he kept him close.

Bucky asked questions that made him think, and he made a note to research on that as he racked his brain for an answer. ] You ask all the uncomfortable questions, I like it. [ He laughs softly -- but Bucky makes him think. ] And I'm very sure it's a hazard to stick bushes up where it can fall on people.

[ He doesn't stop, passionate and yearning, more than happy to lavish all the pleasure on him. He holds nothing back from his mate as he presses deeper, urging his cock down his throat, swallowing around him to show him how tight he can be, how he pulses around his thick, heavy shaft.

Steve's gaze doesn't waver from his, intent on seeing if he enjoys receiving such a gift as much as he loves giving it to him. He rubs teasing little circles around Bucky's puckered hole, humming softly. ]

[He was trying to understand odd human traditions, always finding himself surprised by how many they were and how few people knew what they actually were for. So many cultures had so many different traditions, and some where easier to understand than others. This kissing one, while very pleasing, made little sense to him. As far as he was concerned, he would kiss Steve wherever he pleased and expected little to no generated luck because of it.

Luck was an illusion. Kissing was definitely not.

Steve's laughter and chagrined replies are worth every question that he stumps his mate on though, and he grinned between their kisses. He rocked his body side to side against Steve's, eyes flicking to the attached sprigs on the ceiling.]

It would be a hazard... can we eat it instead? It would be a waste to throw it out.

[He rocked into Steve's slick mouth, sinking a little more into the sand with his shifting, and his breathing quickened as pleasure heated his blood all over again despite his little time had passed between one orgasm and the one that was quickly building in him. Steve was always so giving.

He arched in the sand, his hips stuttering as he trilled loudly as he came, his fingers twisting in his mate's silky hair. He sang out Steve's name, letting any and all hear it, regardless of the fact that there was no one but their sleeping baby to hear.]

[ Steve loves how responsive Bucky is, and he smiles when he trills so sweetly that it makes James whimper and stir. There is something sinfully delicious about having Bucky's sticky, hot cum spurting down his throat again and again when their baby is asleep, and he groans as he swallows his thick load, gulping it down like he's starved for it.

And he is, oh damn straight he is. He milks every drop from him, but he's still so hard it hurts, and he shakes his head when he pulls himself off his lover's cock. ] Open up for me.

[ Bucky is adorable when he's lost, all things considered, and he smiles when his beloved guppy studies the mistletoe with a predatory grace. As little sense as tradition makes to a creature like him; it brings Steve comfort to share it with him all the same, this part of his world that Bucky is always welcome to.

He doesn't need luck, not when he has everything he ever wants right here in this apartment. Drawing him close, he drops little kisses over Bucky's shoulder, hands lightly on his hips. ]

Mmm. You wouldn't want that. It's poisonous.

[He hiked his knees up more, protecting Steve's head with them as that sinful mouth drank him down, and he found himself breathless and moaning soft noises at the heat and sensation that continued to roar through his body. It had been far too long for them, far too many missed opportunities.

He panted and peered at the blond moving from between his legs, offering a toothy grin at the demand.]

Or you'll do what, Rogers?

[These little traditions that he was exposed to was all for them. He had already lurked around beyond these walls when James was safely with Steve or sleeping soundly to understand other methods of the traditions of this light-filled holiday. Gifts for the loved one's he had taken in easily, a principle he understood without it having to be explained.

He had gifted Steve many, many times in the past when they had been courting. He hadn't realized it was courting until it had completed, but so many gifts had been shared between them.

He still eyed the mistletoe from where he stood under it, his arms curling tighter around Steve's body. He tipped his head back more with the kisses, his hips increasing their sway with the contact of those hands he was so intimately familiar with.]

Poisonous for you perhaps... I am built with a far stronger stomach than a normal human. Though if I can't eat that... what can I eat? [His eyes trailed down Steve's face and neck and then chest rather significantly.]

[ Steve is very aware of the fact that Bucky's in a mischievous mood -- possibly also peckish, considering how he's eyeing him up. But he has faith that his achingly beautiful merman would never eat him (at least, when he's still alive).

Continuing to kiss his jaw as Bucky contemplates the sprig, he sighs; now that Bucky's curiosity is roused, he's very sure that Bucky won't rest until he gets a taste of it. He can feel him clinging, the warmth of his body a welcome one against his. Still, he tries to distract him, because that's what husbands do. ]

Do you want some fresh fish instead?

[ He rests his chin on his thigh as he looks back at his mischievously disobedient lover, shifting to press kisses to the soft skin inside, gently spreading his thighs apart further.

He's aching for him again, desiring to have him again -- there's so much they have to make up for, intimacies to share before their baby wakes up and demands all their attention again. Not that Steve minds, mostly; but he does want his time with Bucky, too. ]

Or I'll spank you.

[Steve's default when he was expressing interest to eat something that he wasn't allowed to was tempting fish. Oh how he enjoyed fish, especially the cool fresh fillets that Steve always managed to find and lure him with. His eyes darted to the sprig above their heads and he kissed his mate hungrily, hands sliding up the back of Steve's shirt as he ground his hips into the blond's.

He pulled back with a wet kissing sound.] What if I want to eat you here under this apparently special branch?

[He slid to his knees, dragging his hands back down Steve's back and over his mate's ass before he leaned in and grasped the hem and button with his sharp teeth, shaking his head with a low growl.]

[He stared at Steve, his eyes widening slightly at the threat, but it was more out of curiosity than fear of it. He had never been spanked before, he reasoned, though he had been around humans enough to know what the process was about.]

How will that open me up for you? Wouldn't you rather drag me to the water and splash about? I know you're hard. [His blue eyes twinkled.] I can smell how aroused you are.

[ Steve paused at that, thinking about it. He'd actually seen and read some things about sexuality and spanking, and how aroused their partners were -- he'd just been curious as to how his Bucky liked that. ]

Do you think it would get you all riled up and aroused, the spanking? [ Bucky was not the only one who was curious. ]

You're going to get lonely when you want sex that'll make your toes curl.

[ Steve teased him, but it was short-lived when Bucky slid to his knees and was practically going to rip the button off of his pants. Steve was not afraid of it, not even the sharp teeth that was in such close proximity to his dick. Bucky was a savage killer, wild and ferocious when provoked (sometimes even when unprovoked), but he knew that he could never hurt him, not even if he wanted to.

His kiss lingered on Steve's lips, and he licked them contemplatively, helping him unzip his trousers, easing out his half-hard cock, letting it bounce lightly under Bucky's chin. His eyes gleamed with gentle mischief, with passion. ] Unless you mean a different kind of eating. Are you hungry, Buck?

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