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“I uh... didn’t exactly, y’know. Pack any condoms.”
Tarrlok’s nose scrunches up as he shifts his weight a little, moving away from Bumi’s lap, and Bumi resists the urge to poke at it. For all his pointy teeth and gigantic tail, Tarrlok’s still adorable, especially now that he’s in his legged form again. Not that Bumi would ever tell him that, and certainly not in those terms.
“What’s that?”
Ah. Fuck, he really needs to think about the terminology he uses right now, doesn’t he? It's been... a while since he's fucked anyone, let alone someone who's never been in a human society. He doesn't even know what a radio-fax is, probably.
“It’s... well, a sort of rubber, y’know what that is, right?” Tarrlok nods, and Bumi continues. “So, I basically pop it over my little lighthouse, and that stops me from making you pregnant. Or getting sick, in your case.”
He briefly remembers that some male fishes are the ones that carry eggs and all that of the sort, then quickly shoves a stray thought of breeding Tarrlok to the darkest crevices of his mind, where he can examine them later with all the shame he possesses.
“Humans can get sick through sex?” Tarrlok raises a brow as if he isn’t interested, though he can’t quite erase all hints of curiosity from his voice.
“Eh, sometimes? Only if you’re fucking animals and cheap prostitutes though.” Bumi replies, very much realising that he’s now got to explain what a prostitute means to Tarrlok, and maybe suffer all his jibes about being lonely enough to fuck a few himself, and then a few more condescending sentences on the human race as a whole and-
“Do you think I’m an animal?” Tarrlok asks, his voice taking on that sly, serpent-like quality that had sent fireworks down Bumi’s spine the first time he heard it. A fucking accent, Tarrlok called it, but now he’s leaning closer, and Bumi regrets wearing nothing but his boxers to bed. In his defense, he’d been thinking more along the lines of making love to Tarrlok than the logistics. Either way, not the time to think about it.
Not when Tarrlok’s staring into his eyes, and Bumi can see shards of different blues in his iris, a blink that moves both eyelids instead of one, his hair smooth in ways not possible for any man. If he wasn’t hard earlier, with what Tarrlok grinding on him, he definitely is now.
“Uhm... a little?” Bumi offers, fully aware that Tarrlok could and would catch his lies easily. He isn’t sure how well that works on people not him. Probably even better, because they don’t have the luxury of waking up with Tarrlok cuddled into their chest. He’s already pointed out it often, the way he’s apparently weaker and nicer when it comes to Bumi.
Tarrlok grins at his words, and Bumi grins back too, though he’s not entirely sure why.
“Y’know, a lot of sailors consider us bad luck-” Tarrlok starts, and Bumi listens, “-not the merwomen, but us. I’ve seen the ways your kind thinks of us... Pliant fuck-toys if we’ve got breasts and monsters if we don’t have them.”
And Bumi knows that he really should be focusing on the story, but he can’t help but nitpick. “You know what a fuck-toy is but not a condom?”
“You’ve never met a dolphin, have you?” Tarrlok asks after a pause, and Bumi shakes his head.
“Are there dolphins here?”
“No, not here. But listen to me first-” He says in a tone Bumi won’t call whining, but he wouldn’t exactly deny that he’s being a little... well... adorable. “Ah yes, so- you see us as monsters. But you still want to fuck me.”
“Oh absolutely.” Bumi gives him his most bedazzling smile, and Tarrlok blinks, his face morphing into one of absolute neutrality. Or perhaps clinical curiosity.
“Why?”
Ah. Well, fuck this. He had been expecting that Tarrlok would have slipped a hand down his boxers at his words, or at the very least kissed him again, but... whatever it takes. Bumi isn’t going to not have his cake just because it takes longer to bake.
“Because I like you.” Bumi replies, and places his hand on Tarrlok’s waist, resisting all urges to squeeze it, to ensure that Tarrlok knows that he’s sitting on Bumi’s thigh without most clothes, and he’s very much a human right now. “I think I’ve kissed you enough for you to know that. And you’re very easy on the eyes.
Tarrlok blinks again, and his grin slides back onto his face.
“You find me hot.” He says as though it’s some fact that Bumi wasn’t aware of. Then he’s close to his face, closer than before, his hands gripping Bumi’s thighs and the nails digging into his flesh, to the point where it almost hurts. “What do you find hotter? When I have the tail or when I’m like you?”
How’s he supposed to answer this? What if it comes off as some sort of weird fetish? Tarrlok’s clearly still up in his head about their differences, and spirits, what if Tarrlok thinks that he’s some weird pervert who’d fuck a fish-
“Bumi, answer me.” Tarrlok bats his eyelids, and all the blood in Bumi’s brain rushes to his cock.
“The tail.”
“Hmm.” He smiles, and Bumi can’t help but feel like a fresh cut of meat being sized up before being eaten, except he would love to be eaten by Tarrlok. His heart hammers as Tarrlok sizes him up, and then stops when his lover presses his lips against his. Bumi tries to slip his tongue into Tarrlok’s mouth, wrap his arms around Tarrlok and just fuck him in whatever way he can when Tarrlok peels away from him and stands up.
“There’s nobody else on the island, right?” Tarrlok asks, and Bumi nods. He mutters something under his breath, and then he’s holding Bumi’s hand and tugging him out of bed. “Come on, let’s go and fuck on the beach.”
“The what?”
“The beach.” His voice takes a patronising color. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little sand.”
“It’s fucking cold out there.” Bumi complains, but gets up anyway. “What if I get sick and can’t do my job?”
“Hmph, as if any ships pass by here. Besides, if you get sick, I’ll take care of you and do your work. Sitting around on your ass the whole day can’t be that tough.” Tarrlok replies as if Bumi’s stupid for not coming to the same conclusion as him, and then he pulls down his boxers and steps out of them, and then undoes his hair too. Of course. He’s born and raised in climates colder than these.
Bumi shamelessly ogles at him. Tarrlok was beautiful the first time Bumi had seen him, in all his glory with that cerulean tail that matched his eyes, and he’s beautiful now that he’s standing in front of him with the same body as any other human would have. Slightly fake, because there’s no marks or blemishes of any sort, not even the arm and chest hair Tarrlok possesses when in his natural form, but fuck if Bumi isn’t half tempted to take him right then and there.
It lasts for a second before the image of his cock in Tarrlok’s webbed hands compels him to pick up the clothes he and Tarrlok had thrown on the floor while dry humping against the door. Tarrlok crosses his arms and leans against the wall as Bumi quickly puts on his pants, groaning a little as it covers his aching boner, and then throws on his thickest jacket with just a vest beneath it. Ideally, he should put on socks, but Tarrlok’s right in front of him, and there are ridges on his cock, and he’s a human right now and his cock is probably even nicer once he gets that tail of his and the sooner he gets dressing up over with the sooner he can rock his hips agai-
“Okay, I’m done, let’s go.” Bumi says hurriedly as he gets up and pats Tarrlok on the shoulder.
They put out the fire roaring in front of the bed, peck each other on the lips once out of habit, and then walk out the bedroom, shutting the door behind them. Bumi locks the lighthouse behind him, because a repeat of the time those fucking crabs got into the tower is very much not the conclusion he wants after sex. His hand automatically finds Tarrlok’s waist, pulling him a little closer, the slightest bit of contact sending shivers up Bumi’s spine.
“I can walk without assistance.” Tarrlok chides half heartedly, but he wraps an arm around Bumi’s arms, and when they get to the beach, he doesn’t protest when Bumi picks him up in a princess carry. Fucking hells. He wants to carry Tarrlok just like this, and then throw him on a bed and ravish him. Instead, he deposits Tarrlok at a spot with a decent amount of water, and then shuts his eyes as he starts to transform into a merman.
He’s seen it once, and he never wants to see it again, especially not when he’s about to have sex for the first time in... fuck. Two years, give or take a few months. And now he’s going to have sex with someone who’s beautiful in ways no human will ever be.
“You can look now.” Tarrlok calls out, and Bumi opens his eyes.
He blinks.
“Uhm, Tarrlok, what the fuck is that?”
“My dicks.”
“Yeah, plural.” Bumi snaps without much bite, his eyes still fixated on Tarrlok’s cocks. The both of them. Wasn’t he as smooth as a doll when Bumi had first found him? He’d told Bumi that his junk was inside a slit, though Bumi hadn’t paid much attention back then. But now there’s two of them. Both of them covered in blue ridges at the underside, both of them around the same size as his.
“...it?” Tarrlok asks, and Bumi quickly looks up to meet his eyes. Tarrlok scowls a little before he crosses his arms. “I was asking if you wanted me to change back into a human. Do you not want... this form?”
Bumi swallows his spit, looking at Tarrlok. All these months here, alone, with only monthly letters from his siblings and the kids for company, stuck in this stupid island with a sky that’s permanently veiled the sun. All of that, and then Tarrlok, like a comma. There’s a life before him, and after him, for the better or the worse.
“I want you.”
Tarrlok’s shoulders stop tensing, and Bumi smiles softly at him.
“Come here, I’ll take care of you.” Tarrlok murmurs, and Bumi steps forward, taking care to avoid stepping on the tail. Only the very ends touch the water, but apparently that’s enough for Tarrlok to will himself into becoming a merman. He watches as webbed hands come to tug at his belt and undo it, and then pull down his boxers and pants in a single go till they’re around his knees.
A whine escapes his throat when the hammer of cold air smacks against his cock, but Tarrlok remedies that rather quickly, wrapping his lips around the head.
“Oh, sweet heavens-” His eyes close on their own as Tarrlok sweetly sucks him off while wrapping his arms around his waist, stopping him from doing anything but shoving more of his cock into his warm, wet mouth. It’s a struggle to get his eyes open, but the sight of Tarrlok’s lips wrapped around his cock, taking more and more of him in is perhaps the greatest thing Bumi’s ever seen.
Tarrlok hums, sending a tide of pleasure so strong that Bumi’s knees buck, and then he feels Tarrlok’s nose pressed into his skin, and spirits, he won’t mind, would he, if Bumi fucks his face a little? It’s been so long since he’s gotten a blowjob, and Tarrlok isn’t even struggling to take him in.
“Darling, sweethe- fuck- can, can I fuck your mouth? Please?” Bumi stammers, and Tarrlok blinks at him, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes of his, and loosens the grip around Bumi’s waist.
A pleasured grunt escapes his lips as he begins to thrust into Tarrlok’s mouth, moaning when Tarrlok slackens his jaw for Bumi to give it his all. Shamefully, but understandably, it doesn’t take him that long to cum. In all honesty, he lasted longer than he would have thought he would, but that he could have probably made it a little further if he was fucking some lovely lady in a dingy motel, and not the most breathtaking creature to ever inhabit the planet.
“Hnngh, Tarrlok-”
A wave of pleasure drowns him, and his balls tighten, and then he’s cumming into Tarrlok’s mouth, who seems to suck the cum right out of his cock. By the time he pulls out, he’s gone soft again, and Tarrlok’s frowning at him, in that adorable way of his where he’s just masking his love for him.
“Did you like that?”
“A lot.” Bumi replies, and then Tarrlok gestures for Bumi to sit on his tail. He raises an eyebrow in response, Tarrlok shrugs, so Bumi tugs off his boots, then throws his underwear and pants where there isn’t any sand or water. Either way, he’ll have to take the most thorough shower of his life after they're done fucking.
“Tell me if I hurt you.” Bumi mutters as he straddles Tarrlok’s tail, his cock right against Tarrlok’s... first cock? He isn’t sure how to number it, but it also doesn’t matter. What matters is Tarrlok. He’s never sat on a fucking tail before. Tarrlok’s tail. Fuck. He leans forward to kiss him, letting Tarrlok tug off his jacket and throw it right where his pants are. It isn’t even that cold. What the fuck was he thinking?
“Hmmm-” Tarrlok hums as their lips come to press together, his arms wrapping around Bumi’s neck, pulling him impossibly closer. Bumi holds Tarrlok too, from letting his eyes close as their kiss devolves into a mush of lips and teeth and tongue, and then Tarrlok tugs at his vest, trying to get it off of him.
“I got it, wait a second-” Bumi tugs off his vest as well, and Tarrlok fucking sniffs at it for a second before he throws it where the rest of his clothes are piled up, and then he’s clutching at Bumi as though any distance between the two of them constitutes the highest form of blasphemy.
Bumi understands him.
“You’re so fucking pretty-” Tarrlok murmurs, and Bumi snorts like an idiot, because Tarrlok’s the pretty guy here. Bumi’s just a washed up sailor lucky enough to find his way into his heart. “-you’ll ride me, won’t you?”
“Of course I will.” Bumi presses kisses to Tarrlok’s neck before interloping their fingers together, his heart shivering a little at how the webs feel against his skin. His Tarrlok, with his two cocks and webbed hands and seaweed stuck in his hair and that snotty look whenever Bumi does something too “human-like” and how he puts on Bumi’s sweater when curling up in bed and he’s all his. Bumi would do anything for him, least of all ride that gorgeous cock of his all the way to orgasm ocean.
“My cock’s wet enough for you to not need lube, and as for me cumming...” Tarrlok stops, because that’s exactly what stopped Bumi from taking him in front of the fireplace, bent over just for him, but he just shrugs.
“I won’t mind." Bumi says cheekily. "Besides, if I get sick, you’ll take care of me and do my job, right?”
“You’re one strange human...” Tarrlok murmurs, and then he grips Bumi’s waist and nudges him a little downwards, and then suddenly Bumi feels arousal pool deep in his belly, and then fuck, he’s getting hard again, which... he isn’t some expert, but just by a general estimate of how often he’d been taking care of himself lately, shouldn’t be possible at his age.
“....Uhm, sweethea-”
Tarrlok grins at him, and Bumi supposes he never noticed that Tarrlok had sharper teeth when not a human. It strikes Bumi a second later. Of course. Hadn’t Tarrlok mentioned being able to pull and push at blood to keep away humans?
His mind spins with the possibilities, but he can think about that later. He’s got two cocks prodding at his ass right now, and there are bigger things to take care of.
“Do I need to take both at once?” Bumi asks, looking over his shoulder to see both of Tarrlok’s dicks erect and dripping with... something. Hopefully he doesn’t wake up with his asshole having turned blue tomorrow. At-least it’s from inside Tarrlok’s body, though that isn’t as reassuring as he thought it would be. Fuck. It looks really fucking weird now that he’s looking at it like this, but in a hot way. Kind of a hot way.
“No, I don’t think you’re built for that-”
Bumi lets out a relieved breath.
“-just sit on one and hump against the other.”
He raises a brow. “Frottage?”
“Whatever you humans call it.”
Bumi rolls his eyes, but he does get on all fours and crawls down just a little bit, not a lot, till the lower cock – if that’s what he can call it – is prodding against his asshole. Suddenly, he feels a surge of sympathy for all the one night stands he’s had in his life. He’s always known that he’s got a decently sized dick, and quite a few of his relationships had broken up over some awkward sex, but spirits, was this really how it felt? There isn’t even enough space for Bumi to properly sit on his lap if he wants to, and his balls are somewhat awkwardly adjusting into the space between both of his dicks. He looks down to check if it’s just one dick that branches into two, and nope, it’s not. He knows that mermen didn’t exactly evolve to have human males ride them, but this is inconvenient enough to make him grit his teeth in frustration.
“I won’t hurt you, right?” Bumi asks, and Tarrlok smiles amusedly at him.
“Shouldn’t I be asking that question?”
“No, I just- it’s your dick, y’know. Seas know I wouldn’t want someone to sit on my balls while fucking.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Tarrlok tells him, which isn’t exactly helpful, but his knees hurt a little, so he’ll just... sit on it.
The first thought that pops into his head when he begins moving his ass a little is about just how fucking wet Tarrlok is, with enough slick to make sex comfortable even if Bumi was as dry as a rock on a hot sunny day, and the next thing he feels is the ridges. It’s not very difficult to get it inside him, even with a certain lack of prep, but the ridges. The only time he’s ever experienced something like this is with a sex toy, and that too felt like fake.
This feels... a little too good.
Bumi’s thighs tremble slightly, and he’s vaguely aware of the way Tarrlok’s looking at him right now. His cock flushes redder as he keeps sinking down till he’s almost all the way through, and he keeps whimpering absolute gibberish.
“How is it?” Tarrlok asks, and Bumi’s so fucking pissed off at how his face is just, normal. Isn’t this doing anything to him?
“Fu- good.” Bumi answers, his voice catching in his throat. “I’m gonna need a minute to adjus- motherfucker! Stop moving your hips! Fuck!”
Tarrlok stops gyrating his hips – his tail probably – and Bumi gasps at the sensation. Nevermind, he needs Tarrlok to fuck him even harder, and his cock bumps against Tarrlok’s cock, and it doesn’t feel half bad. He weakly tries to wrap his hand around the both of them, except Tarrlok reaches out first and his hand is so much bigger than Bumi’s, and he’s really... Bumi had forgotten how different Tarrlok is, having lived with him for these past two months, only having seen him as a human with scales on his neck and a thousand odd things that never fully registered.
It’s only when Tarrlok starts moving his hand that Bumi sees any emotion cross his face, and any questions about if mermen rub dicks together leaves his brain to make space for registering both how good it feels to be touched and how good it feels to be touched by the guy he wants to spend the rest of his life with.
Where did that thought come from?
And then he’s jolted back to his senses by Tarrlok thrusting into him.
“Fuck!”
“Is- is that the only word you use?” Tarrlok asks, and Bumi can just barely sense the arousal behind his face that has just begun to redden, and then the bastard thrusts up again.
“No- oooh-” Bumi moans as Tarrlok’s movements even out and begin to feel much better, and the heads of their cocks bump together too, as if they’re kissing, and he needs to kiss Tarrlok, so he leans forward, his hands gripping Tarrlok’s biceps as hard as they can and their lips mush together, and Tarrlok moans right into his mouth, and isn’t that fucking fantastic?
“Mmmhmmmm, darli-” The rest of Tarrlok’s words get muffled as Bumi hungrily shoves his tongue into Tarrlok’s mouth, tasting only the honey and bread from breakfast, and their hips don’t stop pumping against each other. He can't even make out what language Tarrlok's moaning in right now, but he knows that it's hot. Extremely fucking hot.
It doesn’t take Bumi that long to cum, not with the ridges massaging both the underside of his cock and every sensitive spot leading to his prostate. The world turns really fucking beautiful for a few seconds, and his balls tighten, his cock feels terribly hard to the point where it hurts, and his grip on Tarrlok seems to both get harder and looser at the same time, and once he’s done spurting thick ropes of cum into Tarrlok’s hand, he slumps against his chest. Strongest orgasm he’s had in his life. The best one too. He isn’t sure if anything he’s had before even counts as an orgasm now.
Tarrlok cums a few minutes later, stuttering and moaning, and Bumi feels him ride it out, feels Tarrlok cum in his ass, though it feels a lot thinner than any cum Bumi’s used to, and once he’s done, he holds Bumi close to him for quite a few minutes as he still gets his bearings. The arms Bumi feels against his back are so different from the ones he’s used to. Scales on the outer forearms. More muscular, and in a different way than human anatomy too.
Fuck.
“We can cuddle back in the house, if you want to.” Tarrlok says, except his voice sounds a little too distant, and Bumi doesn’t really want to move. He keeps his eyes shut and just clutches Tarrlok harder, till he’s certain that he’s about to sink into Tarrlok’s flesh, and pays no attention to how his voice gets fainter and fainter till there’s no voice left at all.
The next time he opens his eyes, he’s in bed, and when he shifts a little, he can vaguely make out the fact that he’s wearing boxers, and a body cuddling him, a leg sprawled over his hip. His brain staggers for a few seconds before the man in his bed shifts a little, and he lets out a deep breath. Well. He isn’t going to wake up while Tarrlok’s still sleeping, is he? A little sniff confirms that Tarrlok bathed him, or at-least cleaned him, and all Bumi cam give in return right now is gentle kisses to his face.
A mostly silent yawn escapes his mouth, and he falls asleep again, holding Tarrlok as though that’s the only reason he didn’t lose them throughout his life. And knowing them, he’s probably right. Definitely right.