Chapter Thirty-One #2
The thick tip pressed warmly into Austin, the next two inches following easily. At three, molten fissures began to split through Austin. At four, their cockheads met. Tristan broke the kiss and moved slightly up, changing the angle of his erection so it slid against the underside of Austin’s cock.
Austin lost track of the inches.
He bit Tristan again, shaking. Tristan grunted, pushing in, pushing down, and then…done. He was in. All of him. Austin felt a great stretch even as everything felt tight and cramped, his gills fluttering wildly as need washed through him in waves.
Tristan waited an unbearably long time, humming softly to Austin until he loosened his death grip.
Austin let Tristan guide his head back, until he lay completely flat on the ocean floor, and forced his eyes open to see Tristan examining his face.
Austin stared back, trembling, feeling absolutely wrecked.
Tristan looked reassured by whatever he saw. He encircled both arms around Austin as he drew back his hips, then eased back in. He moved carefully at first, then, after adjusting his grip, his pace steadily increased.
Austin wrapped both arms around Tristan’s chest, fingers sinking into the flexing muscles of his back, as the need in his body quickly rose.
His core, whatever it was Tristan was hitting with his thrusts, had its own powerful pulse.
It drummed frantically in Austin’s ears as pleasure radiated outwards from the core of his tail.
Tristan’s thrusts took on a sharp edge, his body bowing around Austin. He dug his forehead against Austin’s temple, dragged his mouth from Austin’s jaw to his throat, then fit his teeth over the side of Austin’s neck.
Austin instinctively twisted, giving Tristan space to slot his teeth over the back of his neck. As he moved, Tristan thrust in. The changed angle caught Austin by surprise, hitting him differently inside. He jerked, his erection shaking as he released in throbbing pulses.
Tristan got through two more unsteady thrusts before he buried himself deep inside Austin, clutching him tight as he climaxed. He spilled an impossible amount, each pulse coming with a sharp jerk of his hips.
Austin whimpered. It felt so hot in there. They were fused together. Docked for life.
The after-effects of pleasure were slow to fade, and Austin was content to lie beneath Tristan as they recovered.
He would happily lie under him all night.
Forever. Tristan began to pull back, and Austin cried out, upset, digging his fingers into Tristan’s back.
Tristan rumbled out a reassuring purr, nuzzling Austin’s cheek.
But eventually, though Tristan didn’t pull away, his cock slipped out, straight back into his own tail.
Tristan cupped his chin, peppering his cheeks with a dozen little kisses, planting a sweet one on his lips, and then moving on to his temple, his brow, down his nose.
Austin accepted the affection with a hum. It took effort to move again afterwards, but Austin drifted upwards until his face broke through the waterline. It was drizzling, but that hardly mattered, given that they were already wet.
“I said you could mark me,” Austin said. He touched his unblemished neck.
Tristan grasped Austin’s hips and twisted him in the water. He nuzzled Austin’s hair, then slotted his mouth over the back of Austin’s neck. He kissed. Sucked. Gnawed, but kept backing off before breaking skin.
Austin frowned.
Tristan tensed several times, as if committing himself, then aborted at the last second.
Austin spun back around, wanting to see his expression before he spoke. Disappointment, determination, and a hint of distress.
“Are you backing off hurting me or committing to me?”
Tristan’s eyes widened in a flash of alarm. His mouth opened, and his face immediately contorted in pain as air passed without sound through his lips. He started shaking his head, a pointedly urgent look in his eyes as he caught Austin’s hand and gestured in the direction of the Tear.
Austin was way too tired for that swim.
“It’s hardly going to hurt more than that giant cock,” Austin said, deliberately crude. “And you didn’t object to that.”
Tristan’s alarm stilled. His gaze cut back to Austin, an abashed look creeping onto his face.
“Are you going to turn me down the next time I invite you to sink that monster into me?” Austin asked.
Tristan immediately peppered him with kisses, cooed soft little noises, and hummed against his ear.
Austin didn’t get a chance to see his expression, but he was certain he knew exactly what would be there.
Tristan had liked it. So had Austin. Too much.
A scary amount. He was still miffed at Tristan for taking his monster cock back out.
He should have waited until Austin fell asleep first.
“I’ll let you off this once,” Austin said magnanimously. “So long as you make it up to me.”
Tristan nodded quickly.
Austin rested his head on the merman’s shoulder. He waited for the anxiety and dissatisfaction he used to feel after physical intimacy in his last relationship to surface, expecting at least a glimmer of those feelings to drift in around the edges.
The negative thoughts were taking their time arriving.
“It actually wasn’t painful at all,” Austin murmured. There was an ache inside, perhaps something like soreness, but it wasn’t pain. The ache felt good. So did the warmth still inside him. “How come you got to let out so many pulses when you came? That’s way more than I get.”
Tristan purred. His hands tracked down Austin’s sides, feathering lightly over his gills, travelling determinedly inwards to the closed slit.
Tristan massaged it open again, fingers slipping inside.
He found Austin’s cock nested in yielding muscle, drenched in slick and cum. Tristan’s purr became more of a rumble.
“See? I only have a little cum. Most of it’s yours—”
Tristan cut him off with a hard, hungry kiss.
His rumble shook through Austin’s very bones, turning him instantly pliant.
Austin clutched Tristan as he wrapped an arm around Austin’s lower back, locking him close.
Tristan held them flushed together as he devoured Austin’s mouth, swallowing his gasps as his cock emerged, and pushed directly into Austin’s tail.
“Ah,” Austin said when Tristan broke the kiss. “Oh. Mhm.”
Tristan’s eyes were locked on Austin’s face, predator bright. He leaned back in the water, beginning to carry Austin out to sea with a swish of his tail.
Austin stiffened. “No. I don’t want to be in the open ocean like this. It has to be in my territory, or yours. Not in between.”
Tristan’s nod was sharp and reassuring. He held them as they were, letting Austin lie against him as though Tristan were a mattress. Austin felt entirely agreeable after that. Very happy. Especially with Tristan’s head swivelling to keep watch over him.
Arousal soon crept through his sleepiness.
He kissed and sucked at Tristan’s neck, letting out an entreating sound.
Tristan wasted no time complying. Roaming hands, kisses, and deep thrusts brought Austin to the peak once more, though he fell through the orgasm more than he climbed to it.
He collapsed against Tristan, exhausted, not even mad that the merman got to have a longer orgasm than he did.
It was still annoying when Tristan’s cock slipped back out, though. Austin immediately wished he’d held off asking longer.
Tristan’s relieved breath warmed Austin’s bare shoulders. The merman slipped his arm securely around Austin’s lower back and began to guide them toward the sea again.
Austin let them get a few metres before he sighed, pushed away from Tristan, and swam backwards towards his shore instead. Moving through the water was so easy now. So natural. Navigating the waves took no thought at all. It was innate, even when he was utterly spent.
“We have to be dating for six months before living together,” Austin said. “So I’ll see you tomorrow.”