spaces_between | This isn't the Little Mermaid

[He blew air violently from his lungs, a fierce challenge that if Steve couldn't hold him down, couldn't give him what he demanded, couldn't fight him, then he would simply flip their position and do an exchange. He felt wild and free, thrashing and displaying himself as his mate delve deeply, stirring old instincts long repressed.

He groaned at the new finger, his muscles responding by tightly grasping both erection and finger like they might never escape him. He rolled his tail slightly, his fins shivering with a rainbow of colour, slapping in the water on the tile with a alluring motion that was all for Steve but no less predatory.

He couldn't remember how many fish he had drawn in fluttering his fins that way, but it had been many. He leaned up to snap his teeth at Steve's face, all threat and danger without any want to find flesh. He undulated harder still, a soft noise that was a broken attempt at a trill, like he had forgotten how. So close...]

[Steve's reaction was both curious and arousing in a way he hadn't experienced before. He watched, standing close and protective as his hand moved over them both, the warm spreading in his body and causing his eyes to flutter.

Warmth that was not water came from Steve, and it was all he could do not to lift his hand away to taste it.] What is it? This is very nice...

[ Steve's grip tightened on him, muscles bulging -- they were more than evenly matched now, and he knew that Bucky had grown to like being pinned down, provided for and fought against. He loved it, enjoyed the colours that came to life, the way he gripped him so tightly, so greedily that it took his breath away.

And there, right there -- right when his lover was squirming under him, far too beautiful and magnificently alluring for his own good, the start of a familiar, beloved half-trill, something broken, something thin, but it was better than nothing. ]

You're close, baby. [ Steve said quietly, when he pounded into him, drawn to the fluttering of those exquisite fins, drowning in the way Bucky was so captivating even now. He snapped his teeth right back, much blunter, but pleased.

He enjoyed the show, and ground his hips to reward him, pushing in a second finger as it rubbed up against his smooth insides. ] Look at you, you're so beautiful. You'd make everyone want to take you. Mate you.

[ Steve paused for a moment, carefully looking around. No one came in here, not at this time -- they were all afraid, and not even the bravest boys would take the risk of getting hurt.

So he gently extricated himself from him, watching the way Bucky stared down at the fluids in his claws. He had better planned, and before long Steve was awkwardly on his knees before him, his mouth gently pressed against the head of Bucky's cock. ]

[He was, closer to the edge of sensation than he had ever been. It was all because of Steve, especially they way that they fought one another on such an even field that his ardor was beyond anything he could imagine at any other time. He was drowning, and he didn't even care, not with how he gasped and thrashed on the tiled floor.

He throat closed over the broken sound, ending it abruptly and his grip tightened around Steve with arms first and then his tail flexed and began to wind harder as his hips lost their balanced thrusting to be erratic and full of a desperation. The side of his tail slammed into the toilet and then off to the other side to hit the wall, knocking a towel to the floor.

He arched under the confines of Steve's grip and shuddered as he came, the wash of a wave so powerful, it felt like he couldn't hold on, cut adrift in a tumult sea. He gave a shout, human and full of shocked pleasure as his muscled gripped Steve's erection and fingers, his tail tightening so there could be little more thrusting and only their ultimate coming together.]

Yours... only...

[He growled a low warning sound when Steve stepped away from him, not pleased by it but letting the other boy go reluctantly. He blinked when Steve knelt, a clearly submissive position for humans as far as he could tell.

Curiosity overrode sense, and he inhaled sharply at the strangely wonderful sensation of Steve's lips on him. His hips bucked forward automatically, a little confused musical sound leaving his throat.]

Is this... is this how human's mate?

[ His. Steve sealed that promise as he was pinned to his lover's body, feeling the way Bucky's tail wrapped tightly around him, not allowing him to thrust. He was buried so deeply inside Bucky's pulsing, filling heat, hearing the incredible sound of his pleasure.

Bucky's orgasm pushed him over the edge, and he pushed him down, kept him pinned when he came, too, hot, sticky spurts of come filling him inside with every shallow thrust, tucked so snugly against him.

He loved the noises Bucky made, unapologetic even if he would have to fend off questions from interested neighbors the next morning. No, this was proof that he finally had his Bucky back, and there was hope for them yet.

His bathroom would most probably be wrecked but it didn't matter, he kissed him hard, tasted blood and swallowed it down with every liquid burst of seed spilled inside of Bucky. Eventually, Steve was still, resting, breathing hard above him. Then, because he'd always been full of sass, he mused: ]

There goes my security deposit.

Not really. It's for... pleasure.

[ Steve wasn't much of an expert on it, but this wasn't mating in the conventional sense of the word, right? Steve smiled when he heard that sweetly alluring little musical note, and decided that he wanted more, because he was parting soft red lips around it, taking the head of Bucky's cock into his mouth.

He was very careful, very aware of Bucky's reaction -- he didn't want him to panic or be overwhelmed, and he wanted to know just how much he was loved. ]

[His muscles contracted around Steve buried deeply inside of him, his hips rocking to keep those little thrusts coming as they were sealed together. He was keenly aware of the warmth spreading inside of him, and he sighed in both relief and a sense of emotional exhaustion as they rocked together.

His own seed coated his scales and some of Steve's belly, overflow from where he was still hidden but no longer uncomfortable. He smoothed a hand down his mate's back, careful with his claws though still using them with the utmost care of brushing them along Steve's wet skin.

He relaxed under the safe and familiar weight of Steve, letting his lover direct the kiss and tasted just as much blood, cutting his own lip on purpose for that. Just another way that they were sealed together. The colour from his tail slowly melted away to their usual adult hues.

At the sass, he looked around the bathroom. The toilet survived, but there was a dent in the wall.]

Hmpt, better than me breaking the bathtub open. At least now the water damage will be minimal. And there is still always the option that I eat your landlord.

For pleasure?

[Ah, so like how it felt when he sunned himself on a rock? Or he licked hot clotting blood off of his fingers? Or...

Oh!

He shuddered and made a shocked sound when Steve's hot little mouth around him, and his caused his hips to thrust forward in response. He was warm all over, concentrated where he was in wet heat, and he goggled down at Steve, blinking his eyes rapidly.]

Ah...! I'm mating your mouth!

No eating, I like my landlord.

[ Steve said gently; happy and contented at being one with Bucky again, like they were always meant to be. He tracked his fingers down his scales and swiped up some of Bucky's come, licking it off and tasting him again.

He'd missed him so, and he laughed softly, tasting Bucky's salty, tangy blood in his mouth and deciding to enjoy it, knowing that he meant to share. He nuzzled against him, gently coaxing Bucky's cock from where he'd been hidden, drawing it out to stroke him fondly, lovingly, watching milky-white seed leak out from it. ]

Missed this too. Never thought being inside you would feel this good again.

I want you to.

[ The words were almost inaudible, especially when Steve started to suck him gently and talk at the same time. He liked this, he liked that he was doing this to Bucky; he fought not to choke when he took his magnificently thick cock deeper into him, trying to accommodate, and he was only halfway when his small fingers came up to play with his balls, rubbing tentatively at the heavy sacs. ]

Do you like it?

Hmpt, you and your human attachments.

[He relented, mostly because he wasn't hungry at the moment anyway. No, he was sated in a manner that he hadn't realized had been missing until he found himself laying on the floor of a wet bathroom with Steve over top of him. He hissed in quiet approval to Steve tasting more than his blood, relaxing against the floor even as his scales between their bodies began to dry out.

He buried his fingers into Steve's hair, nuzzling back far more roughly before he inhaled sharply and squirmed as he was teased out in the open, half-erect despite orgasm. He released his tail from around Steve and arched his hips towards that stroking hand.]

Again? You say it always feels good. The ice addled your brain, since I'm the forgetful one.

[His world, which was so wide open and full of freedom, narrowed to this single space, this boy on his knees, the smell of blood and death and the sea heavy in his nose, the cold cement under his feet. This... this was his world, and this boy was doing things to him that he had never imagined.

His fingers lifted and found purchase in Steve's hair, clinging to the other boy's head as musical trills were drawn from his throat when he could found no coherent words. His blue eyes were impossibly wide, and his hips rolled forward gently, slightly confused but eager to help, and his mouth hung open to let out those sounds.]

...more. [Ah, manners were important, Steve told him.] ...please more...

You addle me.

[ He laughed softly, before he started to get off of the floor, arms coming to help tuck Bucky against him so that they didn't have to separate from each other. He could fall asleep inside Bucky if that came to pass, seriously, and he enjoyed the nuzzling, the squirming, enjoying how reactive, how beautiful he was.

He missed the rainbow colors Bucky displayed, but it was okay. He was carrying them both to their bed now; snagging two towels along the way and helping Bucky dry off half-heartedly with one. ]

I'm not done with you yet.

[ And Bucky was so stunningly beautiful like this when he took his pleasure, when Steve gave it to him -- right there where the world came down to just them both.

He pressed into Bucky's grip boldly, because Steve was nothing if not aggressive, and he made a soft, choking noise -- not too quickly, Buck. Slowly. Slowly. His tongue laved at his shaft, traced over the underside of it, the rounded head pressed, now, against the back of his throat, lips red when stretched around the base of his cock. ]

That is pleasing.

[He wrapped his arms around Steve to help bear some of his own weight even as he was removed from the wet tiles and abandoning the bathtub full of cooling water. He shifted his tail to one side so that where his fins dragged, it wouldn't hinder his mate from carrying him.

Now that he was off the water, his scales began to absorb it rapidly, drinking it all in and sealing up the porous nature of his being, far more enhanced than it ever had been when he was younger. The towel helped, but his scales were already softening by the time they reached the bedroom and being drawn under his skin again. His legs were the last to separate, which made their current position hilariously awkward.]

And what do you have planned?

[He responded to Steve, to the other boy's touches and noises. He slowed, biting back his eagerness to feel more of this hot pleasure on his body, reigning himself in and finding that there was so much pleasure looking down at Steve knelt at his feet. Young and reckless they were, and it suddenly didn't matter.

He tilted his head back on his neck, mindful that there were humans that could hear, but he issued a soft song of pleasure for Steve's ears alone. His hips rolled forward gently, fingers exploring and smoothing on Steve's hair as his pleasure rose fast like the tide on a full moon.

He shifted on his feet, uncertain but unwilling to break away. It felt so good!]

I'm showing you, not telling you.

[ Awkward, but Steve adjusted anyway, too used to Bucky's transformations to make a big deal out of it. He nuzzled his neck, watching him shift back anyway. He set him on the bed and inadvertently had to ease out of him, but he crawled onto the bed with him soon after, helping to towel them both off so the bed wasn't clammy and uncomfortable.

Settling in with him, he looked downwards, thumb stroking up and down the underside of Bucky's cock, casual as you please -- like Bucky's body had always belonged to him. ] But here's a clue: you won't be sleeping much tonight.

[ And with that sweet melody, Steve was more than taken in. He was captivated, decided that he would never get tired of having him sing his pleasure sweetly, just for his ears.

In fact, it only encouraged him, because when Bucky hesitated, Steve whined and pressed forward, letting his cock slip down his thin throat, tightening hard all around him, hot and soft and firm -- he wanted all of Bucky's pleasure, he wanted to taste him, and when his deft, mischievous fingers moved to press between the cheeks of his ass, what Steve wanted was obvious enough.

He wanted Bucky's first ejaculate to be his, every hot, sticky drop down his throat. ]

[He narrowed his eyes, but Steve so infrequently denied him anything since he had come back and found limited freedom that he knew better than to ask. He knew he would be shown, and that was enough for him. A part of him long buried rose with the curiosity of the situation.

He snatched one towel and rubbed Steve down like it was his right and duty to do so, leaving the semen stains on his mate's belly as his own personal advertisement on who Steve belonged to. He lay back on the bed, his legs lazily parted and wiggled himself deeper into the blankets, a shudder running through him at the casual certainty of that touch.]

Good, sleeping is when I'm vulnerable. I'd prefer to be awake with you.

[His throat worked on the soft tune, paltry and plain compared to what he could make in the sea. It was enough to express his pleasure better than attempts at human grunting and moaning. He was a creature of the sea, and he would make the appropriate noises for it despite being on land.

Yet, the song rose in octaves when Steve was suddenly swallowing him, and there was a moment of panic that the other boy was going to consume him! Then the tide struck him so fast, he hadn't the chance to pull away. Instead, he was orgasming with a shocked little high-pitched trill.

His hips pressed forward, his fingers tightening and his vision saw only bright lights as he gasped for air.] ...Steve...

You can be vulnerable with me.

[ It hurt him still, to know that Bucky was still skittish, unwilling to go to sleep when he needed it -- it angered him to know that HYDRA did this to him, and Steve would not be forgiving to them for it. He stroked the back of his thigh and pulled him close, happy to be rubbed down by him.

He liked the drying semen on his stomach; it meant that he was being marked, and he tugged the blankets over them just as easily, letting him snuggle down with him. ] I will kill them all for you, Bucky. [ His eyes darken. ] Take them apart and make sure none of them are alive to hurt you again.

[ Steve didn't hesitate, and held him tight when he felt the first few spurts of come flood him, musky and bitter-salty and delicious, he swallowed around his cock over and over -- reveling in the crescendo of Bucky's song.

It would be seared in his memory, the way his lover sang, so sweet and so pure, the notes lilting in the cool evening where Steve was on his knees, swallowing every drop of thick, hot seed.

He nuzzled against him before he pulled away slowly, a trickle of come leaking from the side of his mouth. He coughed, and smiled up at him, breath catching at the sight of Bucky's face. ] Was that your first time?

I know.

[And he did. Steve was the one single salvation in his world right now, the one person who understood his true nature, the one who kept his ultimate secret safe. He could sleep and twitch and give away his pain with his mate, but he had seen the sadness and anger in Steve's eyes and didn't want to bring that about constantly.

He threw towel aside and curled his hands up the length of Steve's back as they settled down under the warm dryness of the blankets. This was a human pleasure, and he enjoyed it with Steve alone.]

I know. They aren't even worth eating. [Which said quite a bit as he could and generally would eat anything.]

This isn't the Little Mermaid

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