spaces_between | This isn't the Little Mermaid

[ Steve was laughing gently when his Bucky set him down, pushing him away a little so that he could take his clothes off. He was far more awkward about it than Bucky could be, too-thin limbs, gangly and -- well, not the way a sixteen year old should look in this day and age.

He set the clothes aside neatly, hid it in a nook where no one else would find, because he definitely wasn't going to walk home naked. He'd seen Bucky entirely naked, and the fact that he liked it was evident in the way his cock was half-hard now, bouncing gently as he folded his clothes, Steve awkwardly cupping his hands over it, cheeks flushing in embarrassment. ]

Is the water going to be cold?

Just like now. As it should be, as I haven't been allowed in a very, very long time.]

[Time was relative for him, and he tended to live for the here and the now. Steve made time stand still, especially with that slow kiss that drew him out of himself to respond as his eyes slid shut and a soft throaty - almost human - noise emerged from his chest. His hips undulated subtly as his scales felt like they were tightening and new colour rose in the dark ones, advertising to Steve his own rising arousal.

His tail flipped and splashed into the water, spilling some over the side as he stroked a hand down Steve's shoulder, then ribs, then side and hip until he pushed it between their hips to grasp his mate's arousal and carefully stroked.]

I need to be together with you now. And time doesn't matter when I'm with you.

[Nudity was something very curious to him, not his own but others. He watched Steve lose clothing with a keen curious and very innocent interest. He peered at the other boy, following Steve on longer muscular legs. He didn't crowd, but he was examining all that the other boy was and sniffing at Steve.

There was no judgement on Steve's frailty, just interest. He noted the way that Steve covered himself, but he didn't understand it. He certainly laid himself bare without a care in the world for it; he was naked all the time in the sea after all.]

It will be cooler than the air we're standing in. [He slowly reached out and grasped Steve's wrists, tugging them gently.] Let me see you.

[ It hurt for him to know that Bucky was still alive, kept from being with him for so many years, and he hated every moment of it. ] No one's going to separate us again.

[ He promised, his hips grinding up into his mate's talented fingers, trusting in the wicked claws and knowing that he wouldn't hurt him. He was thick and long, flushed deep with need, reveling in the growl that he heard from Bucky. He hadn't heard that one in so long, keenly aware of how his Bucky was ready to be mated, penetrated.

For them, it was comfort, for them, it was coming together again, and when Bucky spoke his intentions Steve didn't hesitate -- he knew what it meant to him, his beloved. He knew the comfort he took from it. With a soft sigh, he shuddered, a hand coming between them to rub at Bucky's scales, to rub against where his cock was hidden, wanting to seek him out, to give him pleasure and comfort. ]

Open up for me, Buck. Let me inside you.

[ It was on the tip of Steve's tongue to refuse -- but this, this would be someone who was dedicated to him, someone Steve loved with all his young, reckless heart, and he could never quite say no to his merman when he asked that way.

Exhaling, he allowed Bucky to tug his hands free, to expose himself to him fully, biting back the sudden shyness, and wondering if Bucky would find him lacking, after all.

He looked back at him, searching, wondering. ] Is this okay?

[ Is he acceptable? ]

[No, he agreed that no one would separate them again, not now that they had found each other again after so long. He might not remember most of their time together, but Steve could tell him, a reservoir of their memories together, a treasure trove of experiences that he needed to have again.

His hand stroked as his hips shifted with a strange impatience that he couldn't remember having before. Parts of him swelled, uncomfortable in their hidden compartments, and Steve's hand sliding over his scales earned a near violent gasp in pleasure that rippled down his scales and flooding them with vibrancy and colouration.

He bowed his head against Steve's neck, working his hips upwards as his hand guided his mate up against the slit on his underside. He abandoned Steve there and rocked his hips in welcome, relaxing muscles and pressing down on his mate's impressive erection.]

Ah...!

[He butted his nose against Steve's cheek, encouraging as he slowly removed the other boy's hands away and set them at Steve's sides. He looked down the entire length of the other, eyes drinking it in and finding Steve disproportionate when it came between the legs. The boy was large, half-erect and flushed.

He noted that when excited, humans produced more colour too, though not nearly as many or as pretty as a mating pair of mer-people.

He made a throaty little trill at the question, butting his nose and nipping the side of Steve's jaw.] You are perfect in every way. Do you find yourself unsatisfactory?

[ And Bucky, so impossibly warm, so tight and slippery around him that Steve was filled with a ferocious possessiveness, a love that made him grip Bucky tighter, claiming him when his mouth sought his, to swallow the sound of pleasure that he made. The water splashed out all around them, but Steve didn't care -- all he cared was that his mate was displaying his colors for him again, the pleasure bringing him back.

They would work it all out, he knew it, and he grasped his own cock to push it up into him, feeling the way his mate sheathed him so tightly. He took his time with him, inviting Bucky to curl his tail under him while he took him, made him his all over again. ]

Mine. [ He promised against his mouth, lip scraping against teeth, allowing them to draw droplets of his own blood. He drew out, plunged into him sharply again, rutting into his welcoming heat, acknowledging the way he sheathed him so lovingly. ] Bucky, you're all mine.

[ Oh, Steve liked that noise. He loved that little trilling noise Bucky always made when he was pleased and amused, and he tugged him close without thinking, an arm around the bigger boy's waist to press himself flush, to share the heat of their bodies in shy intimacy. ]

A little. I could be bigger. Stronger. [ He laughed softly at the nips, gently poking him in the ribs and taking comfort in the fact that Bucky found him worth loving. ] You're perfect to me, too.

[It was an invasion to private yet so deeply lodged into his mind that he stilled his hips when perhaps a younger male might have thrashed and sent water everywhere. He let Steve inside of him, filling his tightness so completely and slowly that it was so easy to accept the arrangement as perfectly natural.

They had done this many times before, he knew based on how his muscled gripped Steve possessively in return. His tail shifted, struggling in the confines of the tub to curl around Steve's legs and hold his mate to him, aligning their hips so that he could roll and undulate his body in the most pleasurable motions.

He exploded musical sound as Steve thrust into him again, and his arms curled desperately tight around his mate. If they had been in open water, he would have rolled and twisted them together, playful and excited, relishing their freedom of motion. Instead, they were trapped in a small bathtub making the most of the situation.]

And you're mine. No one claims you as I do, as I allow you to do me.

[He stepped in when Steve's arm found its way around his waist, not shy nor ashamed of pressing their bodies together. Mermaids and mermen rubbed scales for affection and as greeting after all. This wasn't any sort of absurd motion of their bodies despite not having scales.

He tilted his head at the words, not finding Steve lacking in size at all, perhaps a little in muscle mass which could be built up.] You could, or you could just be you and enjoy yourself as I enjoy you.

[At the compliment, he undulated his body against Steve's as if showing off and not caring that he trapped Steve's length against his thighs.] Of course I am. I'm perfect in every way.

[ He wanted so badly to be in open water again, he wanted to be so deep inside his mate with nothing but sea all around them, when they were free and Bucky danced and sang and trilled with joy that would fill his ears, his heart even as Steve filled him.

But they would make do for now, re-establishing the age-old connection that leapt to life between them, the closeness that they had together, the love that burned so strongly. He kissed him, again and again, safe in the curl of Bucky's tail and the song of his passion.

He ached for him, desperate to bury himself inside the welcoming sweetness of Bucky's sheath, and he mated him like a male would his female, thrusting with an animalistic passion, firm and not gentle -- they didn't need gentle, not this time, and his hands stroked over where he was parted around him, rubbing the sensitive scales, the slit that held him inside. ] Always.

[ Steve groaned, desire almost making his knees buckle when his mischievous little lover and best friend undulated so beautifully, so sleekly against him, rubbing up against his erection and sending bursts of pleasure down his spine.

He rubbed back, enjoying the view, and his hands came to rest over his ass, keeping him close as his cheeks flushed, warm and aroused. ]

Mmm -- Bucky. That feels really good. You really are perfect in every way. Naughty, too.

[Everything that he was, the tattered remains of himself that still existed and were starting to heal slowly, clung to Steve. His left hand banged hard on the tiles behind his mate's head, cracking them as his tail thrashed back and forth with both passion and frustration.

So much had been stolen from him. Even now, so little of what he had been had been compressed down to this, unable to give Steve what he felt his mate deserved. His voice refused to rise in the playful passionate trilling or huffing breaths as he twisted them together. He had a vague sense that that was what was supposed to happen as they both fought and engaged one another.

Now his hips rocked and roughly slammed down on Steve's as he tried to take his mate deeper, to fill the void left behind from so much being pulled out slowly. It felt good, the motions of Steve's hand gripping him, the power of his tail constricting, and he attempted to roll them, but he hit his back on the side of the tub and snarled in frustration and heightened his passion.

His mouth sought Steve's desperately as his metal arm shifted away, gripped the edge of the tub as he rolled them back to their original positions of him on top of Steve. His hips responded to the probing stroking fingers, shuddering along his body as he thrust and rubbed harder, desperate and needy.]

Hold onto me. Tight and hard, don't let go. Do it.

[His arms snapped out to curl around Steve's shoulders and waist, holding the other boy up when it seemed that something was wrong. His head tilted further at the curious sensation of Steve rubbing on his thighs, and he shifted on in to rub back.]

Does it? You're all flushed. How am I naughty?

[That wasn't a word he had a definition for, but his interest for this very curious motion of hips drew his attention. His skin began to flush, and if he had scales, they would be itching again.]

[ He won't. He won't ever let go of him again, and Steve grasped him bruisingly tight, feeling the way his mate's powerful tail coiled around him, binding them together like they'd always been ebfore they were separated for more than a lifetime.

He could taste Bucky's frustration because it was his own, because this was not enough and Steve tasted the bittersweetness, the pain that Bucky felt -- there was no trilling, not now, and he could feel his own heart breaking as they joined, again and again. So much of his Bucky was lost to them both, and Steve knew that tonight was all about comfort, coming together to try to mend what was broken.

He moved with him, kissing him hard, ignoring the crack in the wall and the noise and all the water spilling out of the tub. He didn't care for anything but Bucky's yielding heat, the shudder that he inspired and he worked to sate him like he'd always had. His hips jerked against his violently, forcefully, breaking the kiss only to track lovebites down his throat, to mark him as his all over again.

Steve's fingers still explored, stroked, spread him open a little more so he could slam up inside of him just a little harder. ] Never gonna let you go again.

[He thrashed in Steve's grip, testing that it was as unyielding as he wanted it to be, as he needed it to be for this. It had been so long; he didn't remember more than an illusion of this pleasure ground out of him, but now it flared along his scales and how he tightened his tail so his scales scraped Steve's ankles and legs.

Mating was a rough affair. It could be no other way for the sea was rough and unfair. It required of them the same that they required of it. Here in the bathtub it was a pathetic attempt to recreate what they should be doing.

So he stopped trying to pretend, a husky noise of pleasure leaving him as his flesh arm snaked up Steve's back and held their chests firm together, and only the words confirmed to him what he wanted to hear. His metal arm gripped the tub edge, and he suddenly moved with a particularly harsh thrust from his mate, flipping them literally out of the tub onto the bathroom floor.

The tiles were cold but wet as he landed on his back, cushioning Steve's fall with his body and using the new freedom to move his tail around Steve's legs more tightly in a more appropriate tightness. His hands grasped Steve's face so that he could kiss his mate brutally and with enough teeth to taste blood. And then the struggle began anew now that he could twist and turn them with more freedom.]

You keep doing that --

[ Undulating, charming, drawing Steve so hopelessly to him without even trying. Steve would despair, if he hadn't adored Bucky so much. He felt caught, secure and safe in the other boy's arms even if he would never admit it, gasping when Bucky rubbed back, sleep and velvet-hot and he's so hard he's pressing into Bucky's abdomen, insistent and thick. ]

I -- we can't do this here.

We can't touch here?

[They had been touching before, and this was all very curious and exciting for him! It was similar to smelling blood in the water, a reaction that he fought to control here as Steve was pressing in on him, and he tightened his grip until he could pick Steve up and twirl them in a circle like he had seen in the sea sometimes when...

...oh, were they doing that?]

Yes, yes, you're right. We have to be in the sea for that.

[ And mating like this was everything Steve had dreamed of and wanted -- they were no strangers to ferocious lovemaking, to becoming joined with each other, hunting and catching and dominating, surrendering, sharing the pleasure they had with each other.

He felt the surge when Bucky flipped them out of the tub, but he got his bearings on the slippery floor quickly enough, bracing himself against it, legs on either side of his tail, thrust deep inside of him still.

Steve panted, hungry for more as he kissed him back, sharing blood and burning desire. He was fucking him harder now, faster, heavy balls slapping up against those scales; and Steve hurt with how much he wanted to come inside of him, to fill him up and ravish him, leave his lover sated and aching.

Their bodies twisted, molded together, with Steve pinning Bucky to the tile, a hand coming to cup the back of his head as he growled softly. ]

Are you hurt--?

[ Yes. Yes, they were doing that.

Steve smiled, embarrassed, before he took his hand, taking in the sight of Bucky's cock, so lovely and proud, jutting from between his thighs. ]

It's what we do in private on land. We can only do that in secret; if anyone sees, we'll be punished. They'll take you away from me.

[The pleasure was building to the point of being painful, and he growled and thrashed as Steve pinned him to the tiles. It was perfect, the weight of his mate on him, the deep, hard and demanding thrusting that had his hips rolling and following naturally each shove forward inside of him.

His arms tightened like bruising vices across Steve's back and shoulders, his tail flipping side to side as his body undulated against his mate's, all muscle and colour and proud display. He was getting close to that ultimate pleasure, wanting it and being curious of it as he no longer had any particular notion of what it would feel like aside from a crashing wave.

He rolled his shoulders first and then his head in Steve's grip, baring his sharp rows of teeth in a feral challenge. They certainly weren't finish.]

More!

[James frowned at the sheer notion that they would be separated for rubbing skin together. That was such a backwards, absurd concept that he bared his teeth and shook his head as if he had the power to deny such logic.

He slipped his free hand between them, taking their erections in hand and stroking them both, surprised by how good it felt. How could anyone deny them this?]

No, nothing can take me away from you. I will eat them and take you back.

[ Steve took up that challenge, fierce delight and realization when he saw more of him back again, when the intense pleasure brought pieces of him back, and this, he was familiar with this one. Bucky was gentle with him when he was smaller, but no more, when he became big and strong and he could rut into Bucky fiercely, dominant and submissive all at once.

He gripped him tighter, wanting to push him right over that edge; wanting him to crest that -- and he pushed another finger inside of him, too. They were in real danger of cracking the tiles, as he straightened and slammed up into him, free hand gripping his tail tightly. ] Tighter, Buck. Like you want to milk every drop out of me.

[ Steve gasped, so hopelessly turned on that it almost hurt, and it was all he could do to thrust into his hand, already leaking sticky pre-cum, smeared all over Bucky's claws.

He pressed closer, shuddering as another little pulse of pre-cum spurted. ] Promise. Bucky, I -- want to do something with you.

This isn't the Little Mermaid

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