spaces_between | This isn't the Little Mermaid

[ 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?

[Steve's hot little mouth was unrelenting and welcoming. His hips jigged forward with each contraction of his muscles, and it was a reaction he had definitely never felt before. For his race, he was still considered young, too young to have a mate, but here he was, taking one anyway.

He stepped back, his knees feeling weak and blinked down at Steve. He slowly sank to his knees in front of the other boy and leaned forward, licking the line of semen from Steve's mouth.] I... yes. It felt... how do you say... amazing?

[He suddenly kissed Steve hard, his hands grasping the other boy's head and not allowing Steve to get away from him. He sidled up, grinding one side of his hip into Steve's groin to see what sounds the other boy would make.]

[ Evidently, Bucky didn't allow Steve the time to be smug and pleased and happy at being the first, at inspiring this in him -- he hadn't thought that he'd get such incredible results, especially when the other boy wiggled his hips at him, as if uncertain about his own orgasm.

Steve understood that, too -- he'd never done this with anyone else before; had only heard about it in hushed tones, jokes, had read about it in the privacy of his room, his curiosity inspiring him to search such things out discreetly.

He kissed him back, startled at the sudden surge in passion, and he groaned, whimpering softly against his mouth when he felt the jut of Bucky's hip rubbing against his painfully hard cock. ]

Bucky.

[There was no allowance for smugness when they hadn't finished, when he hadn't experienced what it was like to be on the other side of that pleasure. He wanted to, now more than ever because it involved something that was suddenly and absolutely his.

Songs and giggling pregnant females of his family group were his only experiences. Then he'd been shuffled off and that was that. Then bachelor groups guffawed about it but with no experience.

His hip rubbed into Steve's erection before he was pushing the smaller body back against the rock base and suddenly kissing and nipping little red welts down the length of Steve's body, lower and lower and with an eagerness he didn't bother to hide. He was very mindful of his teeth as he kissed up the impressive length that Steve had.]

Mine. Say it.

[ Steve felt the rock against his back, but he wasn't afraid, no -- he was here with Bucky, and when he felt those kisses, he shuddered, his cock twitching with arousal, leaking further because he'd never learned how to exclusively hold it in.

He'd been thinking about this for a long time, had always wondered what it would be like because he had nothing to compare it to, and when it was Bucky's turn to kiss his shaft, lips soft against his hard length, he squirmed -- he was sharing this with him, too. They were doing this with each other, and that was what mattered.

His fingers came to curl in Bucky's thick, dark hair. ]

Yours. Yours, Bucky.

[His belly brushed against Steve's erection, smearing his own skin with the pre-cum and not caring as he lowered himself after taking his time to explore each one of those ribs that protruded too much, the flat of the other boy's belly and even running his lips over each swell of hips that should have by now been covered with muscle. No, not Steve. His friend fit the norm on nothing, and it drew him like a moth to flame.

He paused at the top of Steve's length and tilted his head quickly to one side and then the other. He rumbled a low sound, uncertain how to proceed with his sharp teeth certain to do damage if he lost even the smallest amount of control.]

Tell me if I hurt you at all... okay?

[He opened his mouth and experimentally took the head of Steve's erection into his mouth, sucking softly at first until the first taste found his tongue and then he was far more eager as he imitated his friend with some slow bobbing at first and then picking up speed as curiosity gave way to eagerness to please.]

[ Bucky's eagerness to please is addicting -- it's new and overwhelming and Steve is taken aback by it, especially when he takes to it so easily, sinfully delectable mouth closing around him.

For a moment, he's worried about Bucky's sharp teeth, a part of him wanting to tell Bucky to take care -- but he trusts him, knows keenly that the other boy would never hurt him. See, between the two of them, Steve was still the more reckless one.

He groans softly, voice thick with pleasure. He doesn't sing the way Bucky does, but his pleasure is obvious all the same, eyes lidding with delight and joy as his fingers tangle in his hair.

His mouth feels so good wrapped around him, and Steve gasps, hips thrusting into his mouth with an insistence he can't keep in check; Bucky had better be extra careful with his teeth. ] Mmm -- you can't hurt me. More, please.

[He was fascinated with how Steve showed his pleasure, the expression on the other boy's face especially. He had never seen that one before, so often Steve giving him small smiles or little glances or that stubborn cast which meant that some of the boy's strong values were being put to the test. He liked those expressions, but they were nothing like this.

He didn't dare move his head into the hands in his hair, putting all of his concentration on sucking and sliding his mouth up and down Steve's flesh. He dropped all the way, feeling it at the back of his throat, but his kind didn't have a gag reflex given how quickly they stuffed food in their mouths. He sank until the curls that surrounded Steve tickled his noise... earning a soft trill from him.

As he gained confidence, he picked up his speed, bobbing faster but still very mindful of his teeth. His fingers began to eagerly explore the slope and feel of Steve's thighs and ass, touching everything with wandering hands, his eyes fastened on the other boy's face.]

[ Where Bucky was careful, Steve was much more reckless, very quickly overwhelmed by pleasure, his trust in Bucky's ability to keep him safe knowing no boundaries. His expression was open, blue eyes darkening with passion and incredible need.

He squirmed under him, gasping and keening with incredible passion; he'd never felt something like this before, pushing so deep inside of Bucky's throat -- there's something so very sinfully delightful about being buried inside him, when he saw his lover's pretty little nose buried in dusky blond curls.

Steve gripped his hair but was careful not to hurt him, wiggling his ass into his touch and hissing softly. He couldn't look away, pinned under his gaze and thrilling under that sweet soft noise. ]

Do that again. [ He said breathlessly. ] Trill for me again.

[There was something that made him want to devour Steve in a manner that had nothing to do with predatory intent. Those blue eyes, the squirming and the noises generated for him (because of him) made him want to horde this treasure like he had never anything else. Anyone could hear them, anyone walking the bridge, and yet Steve was risking it all to be so open and pure with him.

His throat worked over the head of Steve's erection as his cheeks sucked in to caress the rest in his mouth. His blue eyes remained intent, uncaring of the slight thrilling discomfort of fingers in his hair. He bobbed his head again, dipping deep on Steve again until he had the urge to sneeze from blond curls threatening his nose.

He bobbed up and down fast and had to suck harder to keep his teeth out of the mix, but he issued a different kind of trill, a deeper one full of challenge for any other that might think of even coming close to this boy who was his prize treasure. His fingers slipped up and rolled Steve's testicles in his palm, the trill carrying on long and threatening for all but Steve.]

[ He could feel it right down to his soul, the way Bucky trilled, the tune that changed and he knew that it meant something else entirely, something far more primal and territorial, and he gasped, clutching tight when he sucked harder.

He was leaking down his throat, swollen and thick and so very, very close, because he was so young and he'd never felt this way before, had never had Bucky's head between his thighs sucking like he could draw out every drop of him.

And before he could warn him, before he could push him away, Steve cried out, thin but loud in the quiet before he clamped down hard on his cry -- he came, thick, sticky ropes of come spurting down Bucky's willing throat, hot and erratic as he emptied his balls into his young lover. He threw his head back, the elegant line of his white, white throat exposed in wordless submission. ]

Bucky, Bucky --

[The trill continued as his throat worked on Steve's length, demanding what he had previously given. He wanted to taste it because the pre-cum was delicious enough, and he was greedy when it came to anything that he considered worth eating. Still, he wanted to warn anyone else off of even come close to Steve, despite the fact there was no one in the area to contest his rights here.

His fingers gently pushed at Steve's thighs to separate them more before there was suddenly hot liquid going down his working throat. The trill cut off and he withdrew enough that he could have that hot musky liquid against his tongue so he could taste it. He moaned at the surprising bitterness of it, but it was so unique and so Steve he memorized the taste and scent of it as he drank it down greedily.

His pupils constricted at the sudden submission, and his left hand snapped up from thigh to the pale arch of throat to grasp it. He would not waste the gift in his mouth until it was over, but one it was, he immediately rose and licked and sucked on the column of Steve's throat, gently - oh so gently- scraping his teeth against the vulnerable pulse point. He ground their hips together despite them both being spent as he lavished so much attention on this sign of trust.]

You're mine, and I will always be at your side.

[ Bucky's promise was intoxicating, incredible, and Steve felt warm inside when he heard those words, and the way those claws gripped his throat. There had been a flicker of apprehension, but it was gone just as quickly when he realized that somehow his gesture had roused a ferocious possessiveness that he was happy being the subject of.

It made things more equal, especially since Bucky belonged to Steve -- and he would fight anyone to protect him, no matter what the odds were. Bucky was his gift, the one thing that made everything worth fighting for, the one person who had never doubted him; had seen him for who he was and loved him anyway.

Bucky was important, loved, and he had barely recovered from the delightfully wonderful sight of him swallowing his cum, moaning and drinking every sinful little drop when he whimpered, low and soft, overstimulated and trembling with pleasure. ]

And so will I. You're mine, too. And no one's taking you away from me. Not even the sea.

[His clawed fingers worked their way around to the back of Steve's neck as he lipped and kissed and sucked on the flesh, oh so aware how he could tear out the other boy's throat with ease. He had never wanted to, and the fact that Steve didn't pull away or stiffen up meant that this human friend of his trusted him implicitly. That was not something that he could give up to anyone or have in return.

Just Steve. This boy who was so small and ineffective in a fight but fought anyway. This boy who had befriended him in the same way that he had befriended Steve. Two odd peas in a pod.

His arms curled around Steve with the utmost care as he picked the other boy up and walked them to the edge of the cement to the water's edge.] I will show you the sea, and you will come to love it as I do. And we can share the sea as we share this air-based land.

[He tipped them into the water without a single hesitation, his hands holding Steve close. He splashed into the water with his prize, abandoning orange and clothing and death to the cement, and his scales and tail emerged quickly, allowing him great mobility. He took them to the surface first, grinning childishly at Steve.]

[ Two odd peas in a pod, indeed, so unlike what most of the others of their kind were. Steve gasped, keening softly, willingly as he tugged him near, settling into his arms when he was picked up. He would have protested this under normal circumstances -- he hated being coddled, and Bucky had always been good about not doing that.

But these weren't normal circumstances, not by a long shot. They had shared something intimate together, and Steve could still taste Bucky's seed in his mouth, on his tongue, swallowed into his belly. He clung on tight when the burst of cold water made him instinctively tense. Steve had been taught to swim by Bucky, but the first shock of the cold had always gotten to him.

He grinned back at him, arms still around his neck when they broke the surface, and he had to spit out the water he'd accidentally swallowed. ] I want to share everything with you.

[The first need for survival in the sea was the ability to swim, and Steve was not physically able to swim as he was, but that was more to the differences in their physiology. His friend learned quickly and easily and now could swim after him if necessary, but so often, he liked them being close in their adventures.] You will, everything new we'll do together.

[He began to tow them out from under the shadow of the bridge, keeping his fins and tail down deep so that no one would think anything odd of two boys swimming together. His kept an arm around Steve's waist, both secure and possessive as he took them out beyond some of the docks quickly because out there it was more private.

He twirled his tail around Steve's legs and grinned again.] There is something I want to try... do you trust me to take you below the waves?

[ Taking him below the waves? Steve blinked, feeling the slippery, scaly slide of Bucky's tail around his legs, the gentle rubbing of those fins -- Bucky wouldn't hurt him, wouldn't let him drown, and he was very aware of his own nakedness when pressed up against him.

Cuddling up against him to keep his own balance, Steve nodded. He trusted him, of course, and Steve was always up for something new, something exciting. He had glanced up carefully, nudging Bucky to head towards more open water where no one could see them. ] But I can't breathe underwater.

[He nodded his head, still taking them further out despite knowing that he had to be very careful of how cold Steve was. His temperature was lower naturally than his friend's because he was at sea, and his skin was extremely good at holding in what heat he did produce. Humans were just not made to be at sea.]

If this works... you will. For a little while.

[He gave a lopsided smile because he had no idea if this would work. He was going to try though, gather what little magic of his own to try this so that Steve could be exposed to his world more.]

I'm going to take us under. If you need air, tap me hard on the shoulder okay?

[He gathered in a deep breath as if he were going to sing and then he suddenly kissed Steve hard and breathed into his friend as he took them beneath the waves. His magic was intended to give Steve the ability to breathe temporarily under the waves, but he had never done it before, so he curiously watched Steve's expression as they loitered beneath the surface.]

[ Steve hadn't hesitated. He kissed him back just as hard, the spark of magic, whatever it was, warming him up from the inside, filling him up with something else that he couldn't put his finger on.

It felt light, good, and Steve followed him down, unwilling to let go. He blinked, and it was comfortable, if a little strange at first, and finally he nodded. He didn't know how long it will last, but he trusted Bucky, tapping his shoulder to remind him that they shouldn't go down too quickly, either; humans weren't built for the underwater pressures. ]

[He peered at Steve and when his friend made no motion to indicate that breathing was difficult below the waves, he uncurled himself from around the other boy. Instead, he moved around behind Steve, curling his arms across his friend's chest and began to take them leisurely through the water, which was murky this time of year. He moved easily and without hesitation in the water, slowly taking them lower.

The keels of boats were overhead to indicate the harbour, but most of the motors were off. He twisted around in water, looping Steve around him as he rotated and then began to sing a two-toned tune. It reverberated in the water, drawing fish in the area closer to investigate, but because he wasn't hunting he simply glided through their midst and carried on.

He decided to take Steve to one of his special places, an old sunken ship just beyond the harbour. He didn't think it would be too deep, not with his magic in play, and it came from the murky waters like an old ghost, a skeleton of the past. A large part of the wall was missing, and he dipped inside, scattering a school of fish that had taken residence there. He still sang as he let go of Steve, grinning toothily at his best friend.]

[ Steve was all right; whatever Bucky gave him was powerful -- it was working, and it was easy to gradually go deeper and deeper with him. The water wasn't too cold anymore, not at this comfortable level, and Steve was delighted with the lovely, alluring song Bucky was singing underwater, the two-toned beautiful melody that entranced, captivated.

He followed after him, guiding by Bucky's patient hand, and he stared, wide-eyed at the sunken ship. It was old, grand and rotting, but it was one of the best thingshe'd ever seen.

Taking his hand, Steve came in after him, drawn to the glistening fish that swam past, and to his friend's song, the one he felt right down to his bones. What a thrillingly gorgeous sound, he thought, even as he smiled back, helplessly drawn to him. ]

It's beautiful. [ He tries to speak, and is surprised when he can actually do it underwater. ] Almost as beautiful as you.

[He twisted away from Steve, the fins of his tail brushing the barnacle encrusted wall as he let his friend figure out the art of swimming in a space that wouldn't put Steve at risk for being swept away by any currents. He flirted by twisting and shivering his fins so they danced in the murky water.

His grin become even more toothy at the compliment, preening as he continued his song a few moments longer and then dropping it. He beat his tail once to bring him closer, able to twirl around Steve close enough to brush his scaled body against his friend's legs.]

So full of compliments. I want to give you something that I found. [He darted down to the bottom, pushing aside debris that had gathered there of rotting wood.]

[ Steve held on to the closest wall that he could, gripping it tight and quietly nervous at a stray current would sweep him away -- but he's more occupied with what Bucky wanted to show him, peering into the dimness at the bottom, admiring the way the colors shimmered on Bucky's beautiful tail, the elegance of his movements.

He was captivated, hopelessly drawn to his fins, the way he twisted and turned -- and Steve has never been more proud of the fact that Bucky was his. ]

Be careful! [ He called out, before he inspected the barnacles on the side of the ship, the fish that were swimming past. ]

[He searched around, sending disintegrating wood into the water until he found the little leather pouch that he had kept here. It was covered in barnacles as well, rotting away but enough remained to hold his treasure, which he removed and swam back to Steve clinging to a wall of the ship.

He twisted close and held out his hand shyly as he gifted his friend with a shiny of his own, one he had collected far from here but for a lack of a better place to keep it, had settled it here. It was a gold coin, heavy and pure, though he had no idea nor care what gold actually was. It was shiny and thus that staged its importance.]

Humans like shiny things too, especially yellow things like this.

[ Steve stared down at what Bucky had given him, wide-eyed and taken aback -- it was obvious that it was extremely expensive, and precious, and the weight of it, even underwater, was clear in his hand.

He pressed closer to him, unwilling to take it. ] Buck, this is very expensive. [ He pauses, clarifies. ] It costs a lot.

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