spaces_between | This isn't the Little Mermaid

Why would I ever complain when I have my family surrounding me on this secluded little island where we can do whatever we want? There is nothing to complain about, especially with you inside of me like this...

[The harder that Steve thrust up into him, the harder he drove his hips down to get as much of his mate inside of him as possible. His slick walls contracted, gripping Steve's erection as he panted and made musical moans and sighs as he rode his mate into the sand without a single care in the world.

He arched his chest towards Steve's mouth, his arms curling around his mate's head protectively as he leaned his nose down to bury into those soft blond locks and breathing in the wonderful scent of Steve. All his.]

I did enjoy your hands all over my belly so often. And your staunch disapproval for my singing... nothing heated my blood like your disapproval for that.

You were a bad boy.

[ Steve chastises him breathlessly, in awe at how magnificent Bucky is when he sinks down on his cock again and again. He adores how he is, so very sweet and wanting, and he smiles, hands rubbing over his flat belly now, remembering how it was before. His naughty merman, predatory and playful and dangerous; but he loved every moment of it.

He sighs softly and rolls his hips, rolling them over so that he's pinning him in the sand, lifting both his legs to hitch them over his shoulders, changing up the angle so he can go deeper, harder, slamming up inside him with more force. ]

Does this heat your blood now, too?

I haven't changed... just aren't any humans to show James how to attract yet.

[He sung a note of pleasure as he rode Steve harder, curling a lip again to expose his sharp teeth, similar kinds mirrored in their baby's mouth. Steve's smile was always so warming, and he tilted his head back at those big hands smoothing over his belly. He rammed himself down on Steve harder in reply to it, as if demanding something akin to their rough matings that had probably resulted in James in the first place.

He hissed when they rolled, his head turning to keep an eye on their sleeping infant, who seemed not at all aware by their actions. He found himself rolled to his shoulders as his legs were curled over Steve's shoulders and his fingers locked around Steve's wrists in reply as pleasure blinded him at being pounded into the sand.]

Gods yes...! You aren't allowed to stop! [He rolled his hips as much as was possible with his position, made difficult by the fact that his shoulders were basically pinned to the sand. He loved every moment of this, the way that Steve felt stretching him out and filling him on each thrust.]

[ He loves it when Bucky sings, when he coos at him and makes his pleasure known. He feels warm and loved and adored, and he shares this intimacy with his lover, pressing close to hold him tight, to keep him trapped against him. Bucky tends to get wild when he's in the throes of passion, and it's up to Steve to rein him in, to soothe that animalistic drive to rut and to fuck.

He rolls his hips and leans down to kiss him, thrusting up tight -- it only takes minutes before he comes inside of him with a low, aching groan, emptying his heavy balls into his lover's body, filling him with his seed. He keeps thrusting through spurt after spurt, shivering and gripping him bruisingly tight. ]

Nngh -- Bucky.

[His legs tightened on Steve, restraining his mate as much as it was clear that Steve was restraining him. He drove himself down on his mate's erection in the same rough way that Steve plunged into his body, and his chest heaved as he strained and struggled playfully in their fight for pleasure with each other.

Yet, the kiss takes the bite from his motions, slows him slightly as his hands cup around the back of his mate's head as they fell into the kind of unite rhythm that always lead to that one thing. He cooed soft and sweet into Steve's mouth as he came a thrust before his mate did, dirtying their stomachs even as his walls milked every drop that Steve had to offer up.]

Ah, ah... the things you do to me, Steven. [He panted, his hips giving little bucks as he rode through the intense pleasure and then relaxed as much as he could in Steve's crushing grip.] I think... I'm going to have to insist we do that more often.

[ Steve enjoys taming him, showing him how he's loved; he doesn't hesitate in lavishing his Bucky with love and attention, making up for all the years that they had been apart. He adores him and it shows, when he falls into his lover's embrace and feels him come, hot sticky ropes painting over both their bellies.

He comes with a soft cry as he empties himself into his lover in spurts, riding it out as pleasure curls warm in his stomach. He hasn't had this with Bucky in so long, he hasn't enjoyed this level of intimacy with him, and he's missed it so much.

He kisses him, desperate and hungry, hips slowing down but still moving, still grinding into him. ] Mmm, yes. Missed you. Missed you, Buck. I want you around me like this for hours.

[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.]

[ 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 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.

[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?

[ 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.

[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. ]

[He considered the question seriously for a moment. He could freely admit that roughness, particularly with Steve, invited arousal in him. He never denied that, but spanking seemed more of a humiliation and punishment.

Finally, he shrugged his shoulders and grinned to expose his teeth.]

With you, I could get aroused by anything and everything. Do you wish to experiment?

[ Humiliation and punishment is the last thing he wants to inflict on his beloved mate. Bucky means the world to him, and he kisses his shoulder, his lips, his hands coming to smooth over Bucky's muscular, firm body, his affection obvious. ]

I don't want you to think that it's because you're bad. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me.

[His grin only widened at Steve's explanation, pressing himself harder to his mate and sliding his thighs against any part of Steve that he could.]

Oh but I am very bad. It's just for you that I make an effort to be good. You bring that out in people, you know?

[He shifted in to lip at Steve's jaw.]

Spank me, mate, or I'll see your bottom red like a tomato.

This isn't the Little Mermaid

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