Chapter 19
NINETEEN
F inally. Finally , after being on this ship for over a week, Kent could have Mo all to himself. While he understood that it was necessary to gain everyone’s trust before they were able to come down here, it didn’t make the wait any less agonizing. Mo being so close to him, yet not being able to hold him other than chaste touches and stolen kisses when no one was looking. How he desperately wished for more. The passionate, intimate desire had been pooling in his body every time they so much as smiled at each other.
But now, they finally had the comfort of privacy they’d been looking for. Allen brought in a wooden tub for Mo to sit in if he wished, and he filled it shallowly with saltwater from a ewer. In the small room, the tub itself took up over a third of the floor space. But Kent didn’t mind; he was grateful they had their own private quarters regardless of its size.
Theirs. Kent’s and Mo’s. Not just his own, but a place where he could share with his…
Allen left them alone in the room and shut the door behind him once the two of them were settled in. It was still daylight out, and sun filtered through the stained window to the outside, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere with the orange and yellow hues it cast. Still bright enough to not light any lanterns, thankfully. Mo elected to stay seated on the floor for now, as he mentioned he didn’t want to trouble Kent with hauling him in and out of the tub unless he felt it necessary.
Kent sat down next to him on the wooden floor, making himself comfortable and crossing his legs. “Everything we learnt today has my mind spinning. But in a good way. Your whale friend Noon really told you it’s possible for merfolk to become human?”
Mo nodded. “Yes, she’s heard stories of it. It’s quite amazing how much knowledge she has.”
“And she said it had something to do with the mer having… some sort of connection to humanity? Or a human?”
“Yes, that is what she said.”
Kent noticed Mo’s face flush red as he said those words, giving him a shy and adorable smile. Was Mo thinking the same thing? About their own connection to each other? What sort of connection was it—how could they put a name on what they shared? But admitting it all to the merman himself right here and now made him hesitant to speak up on it. He couldn’t exactly place why, despite his strong emotions. It was more than any mere friendship, more than sexual arousal—something pure, deep, and personal. Did Mo feel the same? How could he even explain such a complex feeling? Doubts started to cloud his mind. What if he was misunderstanding Mo’s intentions? What if the connection they already had was enough, now that they were here on the ship, and Mo rejected the notion of anything further?
Because—even if Mo wished to become human, would he really want to give up his whole life underwater just to be with Kent? He’d never truly asked…
He was jolted out of his thoughts as Mo grabbed his hand. It was something he always did, even before they had kissed for the first time—holding hands and being close. It warmed his chest with a pleasant feeling, shaking away his doubts for the moment.
“We have a connection, don’t we?” Mo asked exactly what was on Kent’s mind. Oh Lord, of course.
“Yes, yes, absolutely.” Kent smiled as he squeezed Mo’s hand gently. But the wary thoughts still lingered. “Is that… is what we have not enough?”
“I’m not sure.” Mo’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he gulped, neck gills fluttering as he did so. “Because, also with what Noon said, she didn’t know what kind of connection, or how one knows. Especially if it could be related to a connection to humanity as a whole… Really, how would one know? Because if you ask me, I’ve always had an interest in humanity my entire life, but obviously that wasn’t enough to change my form either.”
Kent remembered what Mo said of his mother, how he felt so strongly for humans, she punished him in such a terrible way, resulting in his scars. Mo was right and there was no doubt—Mo had desired this for a long time. “I don’t know. Even with learning this, it’s still a mystery. Isn’t that a shame?” He lightened his words with a chuckle.
Mo reciprocated the laugh. “Yes, it is. But now, we’re so much closer to figuring it out.”
Kent could feel the tension tugging in the air of what neither of them wanted to admit. Feelings that were strong, that Kent surely felt, and he suspected now, as Mo smiled so sweetly, caressing his hand and rubbing the back of it with his thumb, that Mo felt the same.
I’m in love with you.
But instead of saying the words out loud, Kent leant forward and pressed his lips to Mo’s. Oh, was such a kiss ever so needed. A week has been too much time, and now with no onlookers, no witnesses, they could finally spill their desires, overflowing with want. Mo was just as needy as Kent himself, bringing his free hand to cup Kent’s cheek, deepening their kiss. His tongue brushed against those pointed fangs, careful, yet such a thrill excited him so. Kent adjusted himself in his position to face Mo more.
His hand roamed over the merman, feeling the soft hair on his chest, the ridges of the gills over his ribs, the smooth curve of the scales on his hip. He couldn’t stop now that they’d started, moving to kiss the side of Mo’s mouth, careful over the scar on his lower lip. Everything about Mo was so tantalizing. A fire rose in his abdomen, begging for more. He could tell his merman wanted the same, how he tugged at his waistcoat, clumsily messing with the buttons he had no idea how to unlatch.
“It’s been too long since I’ve seen you bare,” said Mo. “Fuck, you’ll need to teach me how to undo these myself one day.”
“I suppose I will, if you become human and will wear clothes yourself.” He finished what Mo attempted to start, unbuttoning his waistcoat and slipping it off his shoulders. He continued onward, pulling off his shoes and stockings as well.
But before he could get any further, Mo pulled him in for another kiss. He put his hands behind Kent’s head, pulling him closer, then fiddled with the strings of his eyepatch.
“I may not know how to undo your coat,” said Mo as he backed up, his hot breath still brushing over Kent’s lips, “but I do know how to tie and untie knots.”
“That’s a very valuable skill to have, especially on a ship.”
“Why, thank you.” He loosened the string, freeing the eyepatch from Kent’s face and setting it in the puddle of clothes.
“There, now I can see the entirety of your beautiful face.”
Now with that out of the way, Kent felt the urge to press his face all over Mo, kissing his cheek, down his neck over his gills, nuzzling his face into his collarbone. He was careful over Mo’s necklaces, moving the glowing sea crystal one out of the way so he could kiss down his chest.
But such a motion made Mo lose his balance, falling backwards and hitting his back against the side of the tub. The water in it jostled, droplets flowing over and lightly splashing them both.
“I’m terribly sorry, I suppose I’m still struggling keeping upright out of the water,” Mo chuckled, resting his head on the edge of the tub. “But I do think I’m getting better.”
“You are fine,” Kent chuckled as well. He looked down at Mo’s gorgeous body, now leaning back, laying low, vulnerable. “Stay just like that, actually. I have an idea.”
Kent dove his head down again, picking up where he left off kissing Mo’s chest. He grazed his lips over Mo’s nipple, pecking it, and then used his tongue, giving it a quick flick.
“Ah, Kent,” Mo moaned.
“You like that?” He looked up and smiled.
“Yes, very much so. Do the other as well.”
So Kent obliged, moving to his other nipple and giving it a gentle lick, sucking on it, making it pucker out. Mo’s hands clutched the back of Kent’s head again, holding him there as Kent played and kissed. Those moans excited Kent so deliciously, his prick took notice, pressing almost uncomfortably in his tight breeches. If he was getting excited like this, surely Mo was feeling it tenfold.
But Mo’s chest was only the beginning—Kent had other places he wanted to be. He let go of his nipple and he kissed lower. Over his navel, his lower abdomen, over the soft hairs, and then past the line where skin met scales. His lips found exactly what they were looking for: the slick, wet slit that pulsed at Kent’s touch.
“I’m so curious as to how you taste…”
He licked the length of the slit, up and down, and dug his tongue inside. Mo’s moans only got more intense and he held Kent’s head tighter, tugging on his hair harder, pulling out strands still held back in its queue. It was strange—like this, such an opening on his flesh was not unlike a woman’s. But what was inside was entirely different, not to mention the taste. Saltwater and mint. It was so delectable, so delicious, he kept lapping every drop of juice up. The flesh quivered as he explored, until something pushed against him, forcing his tongue to retreat as the merman’s cock finally poked its way out.
The way it grew right in front of him out of the slit was mesmerizing. In a few short moments, it was already at its full size, thick at the base and twirling at its thin tip. Kent couldn’t resist—he dove right for it, kissing the pink head, licking the drops of spend that were already forming.
“Mo…” He gave another gentle lick, causing his mer-cock to squirm.
“Kent… oh, fuck,” he said in English, yet was followed by a low growl of the same word in mer-tongue. Oh, any time he said it like that stirred something wonderful inside Kent. His own cockstand strained almost painfully in his clothes, begging to be released, begging for friction. He put one hand on Mo and his other hand on himself, cupping over the fabric, trying to hold himself together.
“How is that?” he asked before licking down his shaft. While he’d never done this to another man before, especially not a merman , he had the experience of being on the receiving end of such an action. Using what he knew, he swirled his tongue around its length, basking in the intense girth.
Mo moaned again in response before he spoke. “It’s amazing. You are amazing, darling.”
“Darling?” He smiled as he gave Mo’s cock another kiss.
“Yes, my dear Kent. My darling. That’s you. I want you .”
Mo clutched the back of Kent’s head tighter, messing up his hair, encouraging him to go further. So Kent did—wrapping his lips around the small head. He adjusted himself accordingly: one hand holding it steady at the base and the other moved to caress the fin on Mo’s hip. Each lick and suck made Mo writhe in his hold, his mer-cock pulsed against his tongue, releasing pre-spend in surprisingly copious amounts. It was almost overwhelming how much filled his mouth, but he gulped it down anyway. To know he was pleasuring Mo from what he was doing made his own heart beat faster, taking in more of the delicious salty treat.
Yet Mo was so large, he could only take so much in his throat. He pulled back before he gagged, chest heaving breath after breath, and he made up for lost time connected by stroking him with his hand. “I can’t fit it all in…” he said as he panted, looking up at Mo’s handsome, flushed face.
The merman licked his lips, moving a hand to cup Kent’s cheek. “You don’t have to. Whatever you’re doing is amazing. Just keep doing what you can.”
“All right.” Kent smiled, then picked up the pace with his hand, and placed his lips again on Mo’s cock.
Despite Kent only being able to lower himself not even halfway down, Mo moaned so wonderfully, pushing Kent’s hair away from his eyes. He looked up then to see the merman’s lascivious, wanton expression as he circled his tongue—Mo’s mouth was agape in pleasure, forming an ‘O’ . Every time Kent thought about a certain sentiment, it sent more flutters through his body: Mo is a merman, a mystical being, and it’s clear he’s loving what I’m doing to him. It gave him a sense of power—a mere human influencing the emotions of someone magical.
He smiled against his cock, enjoying every moment. But he had an idea to make it even better for Mo. Keeping one hand steady on Mo’s stand, Kent moved his other one slightly lower, down and in the midst of the ocean-blue scales. There it was, right below his mer-cock: the puckered flesh that throbbed as he touched it. Mo’s hole.
Kent closed his eyes as he focused, sucking greedily the drops that leaked, moving his hands, rubbing and stroking in time with his head bobbing. He even dared to probe one finger inside the merman’s wet hole, wet from pre-spend and Kent’s own dripping saliva. Mo’s cries were so delectable, cursing in mer-tongue, digging his fingertips in the back of Kent’s scalp. More and more and more. He wouldn’t stop until Mo was satiated. His mer-cock squirmed in his mouth; it pulsed, growing more stiff at the base as Kent kept pumping his hand, then swirling his tongue around the head, over the small slit at the tip.
“Kent, I—I’m going to?—”
He couldn’t finish his warning before he flooded Kent’s mouth, shooting his warm spend down his throat. It was like a bucket was poured in, how much there was. He gulped and swallowed as much as he could of the delicious thick, salty fluid, but it was overflowing, dripping from his lips and down his chin, even feeling it spill onto the cravat he was unfortunately still wearing. But he was glad. Glee filled his heart that he pleased his merman so fruitfully, he couldn’t help but smile as he pulled away, spend slipping from his tongue.
“Oh, fuck… Kent…” Mo panted between his words. “I’m sorry, I just…”
Kent laughed, wiping off the excess from his mouth with his sleeve. “No need for sorries. I’m happy to please you.”
“That definitely was pleasant, yes,” Mo returned the laugh, breathy and raspy. “What about your clothes? I’m afraid I’ve ruined them.”
“Nothing that can’t be washed out,” he said as he untied his cravat. “Good thing we’re in here, and I can just slip on something else.”
“No, just take them off for me. Don’t put anything else on yet. I need to please you, too.”
Kent paused his hands as he was pulling his shirt up, his prick throbbing in his breeches. “Oh, yes, I’d very much like that indeed. I’m getting ahead of myself, aren’t I?” He lifted his shirt over his head and threw it into the clothing pile, leaving his chest bare. “What are you suggesting?”
“I want to know how you taste, also.”
Kent’s heart stuttered, his face felt incredibly hot, and he looked at Mo’s stunning, white-toothed grin. “B-but… what of your fangs? Wouldn’t that…?”
Mo licked the front of his teeth, as if judging the sharpness with his own tongue. “I’ll be gentle. I won’t even put you fully in my mouth; I only want your taste on my lips. Do you trust me?”
Kent looked into his merman’s azure blue eyes, glistening with yearning, desire, and want. Kent smiled.
“Yes, I trust you. All right.”
Kent unlaced his breeches, pulling them right off whilst still sitting, cockstand springing out and into the open. And Mo did not hesitate—he sat up from lying down and dove forward, kissing Kent’s neck first. Peppering little kisses here and there, he moved over Kent’s throat, his collarbone, his shoulders and chest. The light pressure of Mo leaning onto him made himself lean back—his shoulder blades hitting the wooden dresser behind himself in their small room.
“Are you comfortable?” Mo asked in the midst of his kisses, lips near his nipple.
Kent rested his head back against the wooden piece of furniture. “Yes, this is fine.”
“Good. I want you to enjoy this.”
“Believe me, anything you do is very enjoyable.”
Now it was time for Kent to grip Mo’s hair as he pecked more kisses further down. One hand on Mo’s head and the other on the floor for leverage, he winced as his merman kissed his navel, ticklish flutters flowing through and escaping with a giggle. Though those tickles evolved into something wonderful as Mo continued to kiss lower, grazing over the hair on his abdomen and finally reaching his main point of interest.
Gently, Mo moved his hands, one caressing Kent’s thigh and one wrapping around Kent’s cock, holding it steady for him as he gave the tip a small kiss. His feather light touches sent shivers down Kent’s spine, arching his back into Mo’s hold. He really was so careful, dainty and delicate with everything he was doing to ensure Kent’s pleasure. It warmed Kent’s chest in such a sweet way, it only excited him more, spilling drops of pre-spend onto his merman’s gorgeous scarred lips.
Once his tongue touched, Kent couldn’t help but let out a raspy moan. In all his experiences prior, he’d never been handled with such care. Mo was not lying—he was gentle, licking around the head then down the entirety of his length. He kept going, down even further, sending jolts of pleasure as he played with Kent’s bollocks on his tongue. He spread his legs even wider to accommodate, scooching down more toward the floor, lifting his feet and resting them on the merman’s back.
“I love this part of you,” said Mo between licks, nose touching Kent’s shaft. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes, oh God, yes, it does, Mo.” He clutched his hair tighter, gazing down as Mo kept it up. It didn’t go unnoticed to him the merman’s word choice: love. Not an outright I love you but something daringly similar. Was Mo hesitant to say the phrase fully, just like Kent himself? Testing the waters using the language in such a way, seeing how Kent would react? Oh, Kent adored it, he wanted to say it loud for the whole world to hear?—
I love you! Oh Lord, Mo. I love you so much!
Yet he couldn’t say anything other than moans as Mo licked up his stand. The words were caught, prevented from forming as his mind clouded in a haze, consumed by the pleasure he was receiving. He looked down as Mo stroked him with his hand, tender and gentle, and there—they made eye contact. Those precious blue eyes stared at him so lovingly as he licked his cock, swirling around and drinking in Kent’s bliss. Mo was always so considerate, such a gentleman, showering him with such immense affection that Kent knew for certain—he was in love.
Mo kept his eyes locked with Kent’s as he continued with his tongue. Was it ever so alluring, so seductive, so thrilling, as the pressure kept building and building, coming to its peak?—
“Mo—ah?—!”
He could hold back no longer as he spilled into Mo’s mouth. The merman wrapped his lips around the head, careful of his fangs, drinking in every drop of spend that left Kent’s body. Waves of pleasure rippled throughout his chest, down his torso and between his thighs, captured and captivated by his wonderful, careful lover. Mo was ever so darling and perfect. He smiled as he pulled away, giving his cock one more kiss, sending another quick wave of thrills. He never wanted this feeling to end.
“You taste amazing, Kent. I could get inebriated just from doing this alone.”
“Inebriated?” Kent chuckled, coming down to earth at the sound of Mo’s lovely voice. “Why, that’s very flattering.”
“It’s true, though.” He licked his lips, adjusting his hands and caressing Kent’s waist. “I want every part of you. All of you, darling.”
“And I want you. Oh, Mo…”
Kent pulled Mo up, chest to chest, skin to skin, wrapping his arms around him in a warm embrace. Their lips met, hungry and eager. Kent tasted himself on Mo’s tongue, mixing their own flavors together, becoming as one like he so desperately wanted. This felt perfect. Being with Mo filled his heart in a way that no one else had before. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t human, or even that they were of the same sex. Mo was everything, and he couldn’t imagine a life where they would part and never see each other again. He couldn’t let that happen.
As they pulled their lips apart, Mo rested his forehead on Kent’s, panting into his open mouth. The sunlight was still beaming outside, highlighting Mo’s sweat-covered skin in yellow hues from the window.
“Everyone is probably wondering what we’re up to,” Kent chuckled.
“Let them wonder. They can probably guess correctly, anyway.”
“True, true. Do you need to soak in the tub?”
Mo almost reluctantly moved away, turning in his seat to look behind himself at said tub. “Yes, for a moment that would be nice.”
“All right.” Kent put a finger to his chin. “Shall I call for Allen to help you in, or…?”
“Answer that yourself. Do you really want him in here after what we just did?”
Kent couldn’t help but laugh at that. “No, I suppose not. Fine, fine, I’ll do it myself.”
And so, Kent mustered up as much strength as he could—and he threw his arms underneath the merman, lifting him up and plopping him down into the tub.