8. Chapter 8 #3
“Your face, your skin, it’s all just as beautiful as before.
Even without fangs, without those enchanting black eyes, or lilac-tinged skin, you’re still you.
Different, but you. Seeing you hung like a human might be the most sobering.
” Daren ran his hands down Lilo’s chest, down his hips, and further along the interior now of his newly formed thighs.
The organ between them jumped, and Lilo bucked up from the bed.
“Beautiful,” Daren said again. “As beautiful like this as you are in the water.”
Lilo smiled so wide that his cheeks hurt, because he knew without a doubt Daren meant that.
“I just want to kiss you again and envelop you completely.”
Yes.
“But first, I need to catch up.”
Daren pulled away to return to his feet, starting to undress.
It seemed purposeful and unhurried, encouraging Lilo to watch the display.
This too was different from being in the water, or even from watching Daren lie naked on the rocks.
He also liked having Daren’s eyes on him, observing the way his human cock twitched and thickened to life while Daren disrobed.
Once Daren was naked, he told Lilo to scoot back before climbing atop him again and kissing him deeply. Lilo shivered from the slide of their connected skin, and his cock jumped again, thick and heated against Daren’s.
“Very… different,” Lilo said when Daren canted his hips to rub them together.
“Still good?”
“Very good.”
“I’m glad.” They kissed more roughly, filled with the desperation of having been apart for so many days and no longer having to worry about Lilo’s teeth scraping too sharply.
Lilo’s hands trembled as he ran them over Daren’s body the way Daren had his, amazed, even overwhelmed by being out of the water and so fully encompassed by Daren.
He didn’t mind having all that weight atop him and wanted Daren closer, so he curled his legs up around Daren’s waist and bucked up with panted breaths, enjoying the friction and wetness forming at their tips.
“Daren,” Lilo mewled again. Then again when Daren shoved a hand between them to take hold of their pricks.
“Yes, Lilo? Tell me what you want.”
“I-I… connected with you… many times. Now… I want to feel you connect with me.” After all, that was something they had never done.
Lilo had thought perhaps because Daren was too afraid to ask how.
But this type of body Daren knew the nuances of, and Lilo wanted to feel the handsome fisherman inside of him.
“We can do that,” Daren said, caressing the backs of his fingers down Lilo’s cheek. “Hang on.” After a brief bruising kiss, Daren scrambled off of Lilo to reach for the top drawer of his nightstand and retrieved a bottle of something clear.
“What is that?” Lilo asked.
Pausing as if to consider how to explain, Daren returned to Lilo and reached for the natural lubrication budding from Lilo’s cock. He smoothed it around Lilo’s head and down his shaft, causing Lilo to arch into his touch with a whine.
“Silky, right? Good? Makes everything feel better? But there isn’t as much as what you produce in your other form. This…” He lifted the bottle and popped the cap, drizzling a little onto Lilo’s shaft. “…makes up for that.”
With a firmer grip, Daren pumped Lilo through the newly added slickness, and Lilo whined louder, nodding in understanding.
Daren tossed the bottle aside and settled atop Lilo like before, letting that silky slide transfer to Daren’s cock too and making their grinding that much hotter.
Very hot. Lilo felt practically feverish.
“Fuck… I could pound you into the bed just like this until we both come.”
Yes, yes!
“But I want to give you what you asked for, Lilo… and connect with you as deeply as I can.” Daren ceased their thrusts, shifted down Lilo’s body, and carefully lifted his legs to tip his hips back.
While the mix of synthetic and natural lubrication dribbled onto Lilo’s stomach, Daren licked up the back of one of his thighs, then down again and inward near his crease.
Daren hovered there as if he would have liked to lick all the way up to Lilo’s tip, but the added fluid must not be as nice to ingest as the real thing.
Instead, Daren stroked through more of the substance with his hand, gathering what he could, mixed with Lilo’s natural precum, then trailed his fingers down beneath Lilo’s sac.
Lilo tipped back further, hoping his haggard breathing would encourage Daren. It must have, because Daren breached one finger inside of Lilo, and Lilo’s eyelids fluttered.
“Yes… want to feel Daren. Daren’s fingers. Daren’s everything,” Lilo knew he was reverting to his old speech patterns, but his mind was growing foggy, as he rocked himself on the finger stretching him.
Daren twisted the finger deeper.
“Yes!”
The false lubrication made everything slick and easy, but when Daren began to probe with the tip of a second finger, he pulled his hand away to pour more from the bottle.
He first dribbled an extra dollop down Lilo’s shaft, letting it run down his sac to his entrance, where he swiped through it and pressed back in with both fingers together.
Lilo rocked in want of the sweet burn they caused, the wonderful friction, and when the fingers pushed even deeper, his eyes widened with an unbidden gasp.
Daren eased back. “It’s okay. It can take a while—”
“No. Again,” Lilo begged, rocking with insistence for those fingers to return, because the spot Daren had reached had felt incredible.
With a smile, Daren complied, oscillating his fingers slowly as he reentered. Each push deeper made Lilo’s eyes flutter again, and his mouth dropped open wider. He loved that burn and wanted more of it, more of the intensity when Daren’s caresses reached that spot again and stroked across it.
“Oh! Daren!”
Daren stroked the spot again.
“Yes! All! Please all, now!”
“Not yet.” Daren leaned over Lilo to kiss his cheek. “A little more, and you’ll be ready.”
Lilo wanted to protest that he was ready now, but he understood that Daren wanted this, so new between them, to be as incredible for Lilo as their first time in the water had been for both of them.
Now they knew how much Lilo enjoyed being stretched, almost more than having his cock touched, but Daren began to do both—one hand opening Lilo with those scissoring fingers, and the other pumping his prick.
The first new thrust made Lilo’s insides clench around Daren’s fingers, only to loosen again as Daren stretched him wider.
Lilo’s thighs began to tremble, but Daren flung Lilo’s ankles over his shoulders, giving his legs reprieve.
He looked so gorgeous with heavy-lidded eyes, staring adoringly down at Lilo.
Maybe Lilo appeared the same looking up at Daren, with the addition of parted lips releasing little whines and puffs of breath.
He had utterly surrendered, wanton beneath Daren and loving every moment.
“Now,” Daren said, and grabbed the bottle again to coat his cock.
Lilo gripped the back of his knees, watching Daren smooth the substance over the organ with rapt attention.
Then Daren was angling for entrance, and rather than speak, knowing he barely had a voice left in him, Lilo nodded like he couldn’t urge Daren fast enough, because he honestly couldn’t, and presented himself as spread and ready as he was able to.
The first press of Daren’s head made Lilo’s eyes widen like before, but no gasp came, just a soundless, gaping mouth. Daren took that for the approval Lilo intended and pressed in deeper, eliciting a sound from Lilo’s throat reminiscent of his two-toned singing.
They might have been in the water again for how much Lilo felt like he was afloat, having Daren sink deep inside of him, while Lilo twined his arms and legs around Daren like how he otherwise would have twined his tentacles to pull him closer.
Daren pulled back but only to thrust forward again, starting a slow, steady rhythm, and Lilo rocked in kind to match him. Every so often, Lilo would lead, holding Daren in place and rolling his hips for a deeper press before allowing the rhythm again.
Daren looped one arm around Lilo’s back and found Lilo’s hand with the other, lacing their fingers together like during their walk. Lilo squeezed Daren’s hand in response, dazed from the pleasure.
With a surge down, Daren kissed Lilo, continuing his thrusts with their fingers and hips locked as tightly as their mouths. Lilo could barely get enough air, which he needed now as much as water, but it didn’t matter. He would breathe in nothing but Daren if he could.
A particularly deep thrust made Lilo flail back with his free hand to grab one of the slats of the headboard, gripping the post so tight, he worried he might cause it to bow forward. As if to challenge Lilo to do just that, Daren increased the rhythm of his hips.
A deeper moan, like another under-the-sea cry, made Lilo tear his mouth from Daren’s, and Lilo realized how close he was to coming even without Daren having touched his cock again.
He knew one or two strokes was all it would take, but when Daren unclasped their hands to reach down between them, all he did was trace a single finger around Lilo’s head.
“Daren mean.” Lilo arched his neck, bucking up wildly for more.
“Only so it can feel that much better when I’m nice,” Daren promised.
Lilo loved him so much.
Daren slowed his thrusts, traced around Lilo’s head again with one finger, then two, and just when he finally gripped Lilo with his whole hand to pump him through his release, he rocked his hips as hard and as fast as he could, causing Lilo to cry out with a howl.
Lilo spilled over Daren’s hand with a shudder, and it wasn’t long after, pumping fervently inside of Lilo, that Daren spilled too. The slat in the headboard was not bowed, and they hadn’t broken the bed, but Lilo had definitely felt the earth move, like it would never be the same again.