spaces_between | This isn't the Little Mermaid

[ Steve loved the thrill, grinning as he moaned softly, squirming against him. He was tight, tighter than anything else, and he shifted, the discomfort twinging in the back of his mind as he felt the other's explorations. ]

Gentler.

[ He said quietly, because it ached, and he arched against the way Bucky's hand closed around them both, shuddering. ]

Where do you do your sunning?

[The shift was different and he relented slightly at the word, noting that Steve was not able to produce any manner of slick naturally? That was strange, but then again, humans were very strange creatures. His own body was willing to produce slick, mostly due to the need to protect the scales around those slits.]

Where is your slick, Steve? Do you need some of mine?

[His hips rocked with the grip of his hand, thrusting himself into the fist and rubbing their erections together. It felt almost as good as when Steve's mouth had been on him.]

In the South. The beaches are best when they are sandy. You can use logs and rock beaches, but it isn't as easy or comfortable.

I -- [ Steve gasped, thrilling under the way Bucky was so attentive, easing up and giving him the reprieve that he needed to recover. ] I don't have slick.

[ Not the boys, anyway, and he looked a little uncomfortable, before he decides that he liked pleasing him better, his own hand wrapped around Bucky's so that they could rock into it. But he stopped him reluctantly, because his curiosity over Bucky's swollen little slit had captured him. ]

Mn -- we should go there someday. Sun ourselves on sandy beaches. [ He nudged his fingers gently against his best friend's slit again, surprised at how slick it was. ] Can I -- can I push inside you, Buck? I want to see what it's like.

[Humans didn't have slick? He frowned as he considered that and then shrugged his shoulders as he withdrew his finger entirely.] Humans are very dry creatures. Your evolution is very strange.

[He rocked his hips even as he continued to move them through the water, not one to stay in place long. That was a good way to become prey, and he could and never would do that, least of all with his precious relatively defenseless friend. It felt good, but Steve's mouth felt better he decided. He slipped a hand between them long enough to collect some of his slick and rub it on his fingers before returning to Steve's entrance and slowly pressing a finger back inside, not caring for permission. They were exploring after all. The process was far easier this time.]

I will take you there someday soon. You'll like it. [He rolled his hips, the slit loosening as he nipped at Steve's jaw and nuzzling up his friend's temple with his nose.] Yes, we are exploring. I will tell you if I feel good or not.

[ Steve nuzzled him back happily, before he gasped softly, squirming at the way his finger pressed inside of him. He allowed him to, of course, but his breath caught all the same when he felt that finger, so large inside of him.

He pushed back onto that finger, and did the same to Bucky, echoing the movement as he pushes two of his own inside his best friend's slick little hole, marveling at how he gripped him, how good it felt. ]

W-we don't need slick to survive. [ He made another soft sound of pleasure. ] Mmm, Bucky...

[It was much easier to ease his finger inside of Steve with slick, even if it was some of his own. He was still pleased as he thrust it gently inside of the other boy, remembering well what it had been like to have Steve's mouth on him. This was similar and yet completely different, and it took his entire attention.

He groaned a surprisingly human noise when Steve's two fingers pressed inside of him, filling him as no one else had dared to before. He squirmed slightly, his tail wrapping around Steve's legs to hold the other boy close as he took them deeper in the water.]

Steve, that feels very good. Are we going to mate? [Because it suddenly seemed like a strong possibility in his mind. He wanted it even, to be that close to someone else.]

[ Steve blinked at him, surprised. To be honest, he hadn't even thought about that; the idea of mating him was an alluring one, and to watch Bucky squirm against him so sweetly, lost to his own pleasure made him earn for more, too.

He gasped, arching and inadvertently rubbing his cock against the smooth scales. He was held close, safe in Bucky's arms, and he clung tighter, pressing his face against his neck as he took a breath. The spell still held strong, but Steve's heart fluttered against his ribs, whether in anticipation or apprehension he didn't know.

All he knew was that he liked this, and he wanted to continue this. ] Do you want to? [ Steve couldn't help a jolt of nervousness, and it didn't help that Bucky's finger was up his ass, tempting and tantalizing. ]

[He rolled his scaled hips up into Steve's erection, finding that gasp such a strange but alluring sound. It was not the kind of sound that one expected underwater after all, and he knew that he had it all to himself. No one else was going to share in this like he did, and that made it all very special, like finding a treasure no one else knew about.

He took them deeper into the water, to the darkness further below the waves, closer to the bottom where all manner of debris was but little safe nooks and crannies as well. His finger was still very much inside of Steve, thrusting in and out slowly as if to get used to the sensation.]

Yes. You are someone I want close. [He hummed a soft trilling warning, scattering and sending off a school of fish.] We don't mate for life like humans seem to, but... I think I could to you. You're very special.

[ No, no one else was going to share in this, and Steve was going to make sure that he didn't share Bucky with anyone, too. He delighted in his best friend, wanted to keep the sweet little trilling noises to himself. They shared something special, something wonderful that took Steve's breath away, and he simply ground against him, rolling back against him without hesitating.

This was what he'd wanted all along, he knew, and he was safe, snuggled in the harbor of Bucky's arms. He played with Bucky's sheath, tempted beyond anything else to simply grasp himself and slide inside, to feel the warmth of him pulse against his own aching cock, and he did, rubbing the tip of his cock around it, teasing him playfully.

But his heart skipped a beat when he heard those words, and he was surprised, just for a moment; surprised and happy. ] You're very special to me, too, Buck. I want to only do this with you. [ He took a breath, nervous but determined. ] This -- we don't do this for fun. At least, most of us humans don't. It means something very special.

[Steve was safe with him, safe way down at the bottom of the cool waters that never bothered him much. The pressure was not something he minded either, though he was very careful with Steve not to go too far out or too far down. Here, safe in his arms, he didn't think anything bad would happen. This was their time like under the bridge with oranges and careful mouths.

He rolled his hips despite finding and comfortable place near the bottom, feeling the glide of Steve's erection against his slippery scales. It was teasing, he knew, but it felt good even as he slowly withdrew his finger from his friend's ass to carefully grasp Steve's erection to move it against the slick slit, purposefully rubbing it up and down the soft scales.

He leaned in and nipped carefully at Steve's jaw.] What kind of special thing does it mean for humans? It can't be fun too?

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?

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.]

[ 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.

[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.]

[ 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.

[ Bucky's singing was incredible, overwhelming, drawing every possible emotion out of him as he listened, hypnotized and helpless under his best friend's song. He couldn't fault the fish for drawing near, not when he was just as entranced, understanding it as he watched the colors on his fins shimmer.

Bucky was so, so very beautiful, and he was giddy with love as he made love to him, thrusting inside of his lover as he changed his tune. It was something more intimate, theirs, and Steve shivered against him, smitten. ]

Mmm -- but your singing is much better.

[There was something so empowering in finding Steve's gaze on him like that. It was like he was the only one on the land or sea that could attract his friend's attention in such a way. It made it so easy to fall into this pleasure that they were sharing together for the second time in so many hours. He felt so complete, no longer alone and searching for something. It had been found in Steve.

He followed the motions set by his friend, thrusting his hips against Steve's as he held the other boy close as he cut through the water. It felt so good, his body warm and flush with life as he nipped carefully at Steve's jawline.]

How do you know if you've never sung for me?

I sing in the shower.

[ And that response is so unexpectedly mundane, and just a touch sullen that Steve can't help but be quite bemused at it. ] Neighbors start yelling -- and it's not because I sing well.

[ He grunts softly, bottoms out inside of him, impossibly intimate and loving, and he grips him tighter, legs wrapped around his bigger best friend, lover. ]

Don't stop singing, Bucky.

[That answer was so unexpected that he laughed musically, twisting them in the water even as their hips continued with the rhythm of thrusting. His hands smoothed down the length of Steve's thin back, feeling each rib far too easily but still laughing. He knew what a shower was, and he found bathtubs fascinating places.] I will appreciate your singing even if you are not as good as I am.

[He trilled at the seal of their hips together, Steve so deeply inside of him that he almost stilled to let the other body do all the work so he can just savour it. He doesn't though, and his hips thrust back as his hands finally latch themselves onto Steve's ass cheeks, making his friend and mate thrust harder and continually bottom out inside of him.]

As you request. [His singing started again, filling the waters around them with two-tone musical notes, punctuated with his rising pleasure.]

[ Oh, listen to him, the beauty of his song. Steve was enraptured, and he loved the way he laughed, everything about Bucky that drew him in and made him perfectly happy to drown with him if he so asked.

He curled close to Bucky's hands, seeking his touch, wanting so badly to be soothed and cuddled by him. He thrust into him again and again, sighing quietly and shivering with pleasure, aching for more. He loved the way Bucky felt so welcoming, so tight around him, and he leaned forward to kiss him, again and again, delighted by the song. He was moving faster now, fiercer, his breath catching and he feared he'd have an asthma attack right there, but whatever spell it was gave good, clean oxygen to his lungs, and he gripped Bucky only tighter. ]

Mmmph --

[His nails dug in to prick at flesh, and their bodies moved together in the water, a perfect dance against one another to the tune of his song. He breathed harder, his song dropping in octaves as he moved them through the water and felt the heat of his flesh rising as he was filled over and over again by his new chosen mate.

He clung back, and his ardor had risen to a point so similar to when it had been Steve's mouth on him. This was different, but it was oh so good, especially the way that his erection was trapped between their bodies. His song ended with a final long trill as he came, filling the spot between them but that was washed away almost instantly as he held Steve hard against him.

This was what it felt like to belong.]

This isn't the Little Mermaid

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