Well, that Green Corridor could bring musical instruments, yes? We can check there.
[He smiled at Fabian's singing, appreciating that he had a nice singing voice. He imagined with some musical instruments and people to play them, they could put that voice to good use and create some cheer in this place. Would that revelry be put down or punished? They would have to find out through trial and error.
He raised his thick eyebrows at the declaration. He knew escalation when he saw it; this meeting for a quick bath and conversation was heading in one direction. Would he put a stop to it? He hadn't yet decided; it was fun right now. Distraction was necessary to stop dwelling on otherwise deep grief.] Me and only me? Please, you could have anyone since it's your dream location.
[His head tipped back slightly to those fingers, eyes fluttering closed for a moment.] With your flirty nature? I can actually imagine how many people you have propositioned. Now how many would take you up on the request is a more difficult guess. There are some prudes in this place. [He sent a coy smile at Fabian.] You haven't asked me, I've noticed. Making up for lost time now?
[Fabian was alluring. It wasn't just the exotic look and feel of those scales and fins and the curl of that tail. It wasn't just the fingers in his hair, but the timber of Fabian's voice and the glamour of those eyes. Vander had experience though, and he used it to navigate the effects of this allure.]
You assume that all my bluster and flirting means I have skills. What if I'm lying? [He wasn't. He might have been out of that game to this level for years, but he didn't forget. It would be so easy to lose himself in it too, forget his problems, push them down, down, down.
His arm cinched tighter around Fabian's waist, and he tried to force them to tip even if he didn't have nearly the power of that muscular tail. He was by no means a weak man, and perhaps diving under the water was the area he thought best for their game to take them. Fabian's world beneath the surface.]
[If not a fiddle, he can make do with most string instruments.]
Hm... [He pretends to think about all the people he could have on the beach with him. And there are others here he likes, as friends or potential lovers or otherwise, but right here and now, there is only one person he wants. With an innocent smile:] Funny, I cannot seem to think of anyone else.
You would be surprised. If you look pathetic enough, some people will just hug you unprompted, apparently. That was when it was freezing in here, though. Alas, it would seem there are many prudes here, as I have somehow not yet been laid.
[At this point, by Fabian's standards, it almost qualifies as a dry spell. The longest he tends to go is however long they're at sea, which is rarely more than a month.]
Well, I did not want to seem pathetic around you. And you are very fun to play with, regardless of whether anything comes of it.
[But he does want something to come of it, certainly.]
You're not.
[Fabian says this with certainty. He can read people well enough that he would have noticed little flecks of nervousness by now, if Vander was bluffing about all of this. It is clear the man lives it, just as Fabian does. Or at least, he lived this life at some point in the past, for long enough that returning to it feels natural to him.
Fabian does not resist Vander's hold. He's been dying to be manhandled by these arms since they met. They fall under the water, and Fabian grins. He pulls them down a bit further, spinning them around as he does. Vander may be bigger than him, but everyone weighs far less underwater. He soon stops, not wanting Vander to suspect he's trying to drown him. Fabian can breathe, whereas Vander cannot, so he'll let the other guide what happens down here. He looks at him with that same adoration, and keeps a loose hold of him.]
[Couldn't think of anyone else, hmm? It seemed that Fabian had decided to focus on him for the time being was how he interpreted it, sensing that their connection could lead to something both of them would surely enjoy. Perhaps afterwards, it would be off to find the next mark, and that beach island would be privy to someone else. He'd been there; he'd been that nudge; he'd used that smile.
And he didn't mind either. The need for escapism was building, the culminative weight of his failings, the growth and struggles of his remaining children, the loss of his adoptive sons, the revelations of the loss of the Lanes, the undercity, and the uncomfortable itch of want for that glowing purple drug he had taken knowing there would be consequences.
So he smiled right back, humming in amusement, playing to the beats of the dance that they were undertaking together.] No, it wouldn't surprise me. You're young, gregarious, friendly and with the correct attitude of charms, self-deprecation and boldness to disarm people.
[Aware that he wouldn't be able to talk more just before they went under, he decided to punctuate the last moment with:] Oh, so being laid is where the issue lays now, is it?
[Then he was under the water, slipping beneath the otherwise calm circulating waters because no, he wasn't lying. They both knew it. The coolness washed away the weight on his shoulders and the back of his mind, focusing him as he opened his eyes in the seemingly clear water and continuing to spy Fabian who somehow managed to appear even more ethereal completely submerged.
The spin was fun, reminding him of play as a boy in the few 'safe' water sources or when they'd splash around the ship docks. He was holding his breath, but he wouldn't mind being starved a little for oxygen. He lifted a hand to cup one of Fabian's cheeks, feeling the whiskers of his facial hair under his palm, thumb stroking under the other man's eye. He leaned in, aware of what Fabian wanted, aware they had been playing this game since they met.
He had no issue taking lead. Never did, never would. He closed the distance and kissed the merman, letting out a few bubbles from his lips to tickle Fabian's. Not too much as he did need to conserve oxygen, but it was all flirty and in good fun as he tasted those lips for the first time.]
[It is likely that Fabian, on another day, will be on the mind-beach with another person. However, that doesn't mean he'll ever forget about Vander. It's not just a game to him; he does truly fancy the older man.]
Oh, goodness.
[He smiles bashfully at the compliments, then deviously at the implication of getting laid with Vander.
In the water, they're suspended, weightless. As Vander touches his face, his lashes flutter slightly, and he reaches out to caress his bearded cheek in turn.
He's a bit surprised when Vander kisses him. Though they've been flirting constantly since they met, Fabian sensed the other man may have still had a guard up, ready to decline any actual advances he made. The kiss makes it feel like the game is over; like this is now real.
Fabian doesnt hesitate to return it, to pull Vander closer by the back of his neck, arching his now oddly flexible body up into him. The bubbles make him laugh slightly, his own bubbles escaping, and he presses their lips together more firmly, opening his mouth so they're sharing a small pocket of air. He wonders how long Vander can hold his breath, wonders if this might turn out to be an intense thrill for him, the longer they're under here.]
[He wasn't looking for anything serious. He wasn't looking for much of anything but a good time now and again, even if that good time was laughing, flirting and doing something he probably shouldn't. It felt like this situation now included all three, and the distraction would let them both step out from under all those subjects they didn't talk about.
As far as he was concerned, the game had shifted and moved to the next step. They would always have flirting after all, but sharing a kiss was a reminder that a physical connection chased away some of the isolation that seemed to be by design in this place.
Fabian's lips felt and tasted as expected, firm and with experience as the younger man replied in kind to his gesture. The air sharing was interesting, not something that he had experienced before and certainly sent a thrill through the connection of their mouths. He sucked some of that air to his lungs to maintain himself, even if he would not be able to stay under more than a minute and a half normally.
So he kisses like he's on the limited time that he is, nudging their noses together as he made a point to mouth gently on Fabian's lower lip before adding another full bodied kiss to both. He leaned their chests together, allowing Fabian free reign to twist and turn them in the water as the other man clearly had a better mastery of it than himself.]
[It seems they're a remarkably good fit in that way. Fabian just hopes he won't catch too many feelings and ruin the fun by accident. It's harder, here, to distance himself from people to avoid that issue.
For now, that worry is the last thing on his mind. He holds Vander close and propels them downward with his powerful tail in loose, corkscrew spirals. He kisses Vander greedily, but gives up his air generously. Fabian's gills mean that the air in his lungs is constantly being oxygenated, so no matter how many times they pass the same breath back and forth, Vander likely won't feel the pain or desperate panic of lacking oxygen. With any luck, it will become a rhythm, and their time underwater will be greatly extended.
Vander's lips are even lovelier than he'd imagined. Surprisingly plump, meaty like the rest of him. Experienced, but also gentle and careful. The combination of those things is like a drug to Fabian. When one is experienced, it's all the more easy to fall into a trap of being too rough or careless with a partner, but Vander is not that kind of man. It speaks to his character, and importantly, it feels safe.
Meanwhile, the deep and animalistic side of Fabian's mer form lurks as the desire to pull Vander down into the deep until he can breathe no more, or tear into him with claws and teeth. It makes him feel guilty; he'd never want to hurt Vander, so why is he having those urges now? Instincts don't discriminate, he supposes. He does allow for his claws to come out, just slightly, to thread into Vander's hair and scratch at his scalp.]
[He noted that they were twirling deeper, the pressure on his ears building but only as a sign that Fabian was taking them towards the bottom. It did remind him that it would be easy enough for them to stay down there, especially as Fabian was clearly the better and stronger swimmer than he could ever be. Maybe the threat of being forced to stay there and the upcoming burn to his lungs would be welcomed. He didn't know yet.
The air bubble was security, but as quickly as it could be produced, he knew it could be taken away. Again, he never had that sense with Fabian, but he didn't deny that the hairs on the back of his neck rose in animalistic concern as they went deeper and exchanged both air and a kiss.
His arms remained firm at the elbows to keep Fabian close bodily, yet he made certain to keep his hands freed up so that he could stroke over those scales with one and across the younger man's shoulders with the other. He kissed like they were sharing a secret with one another, still flirting in a new way and still playing the game with one another with an added element. He was both a tease and used his skill to see where he could take advantage while also being fun. His tongue traced Fabian's lips, tasting and testing to see if the younger man would battle him or just let them enjoy a back-and-forth of control.
His eyes close as those fingers with their claws comb through his hair, and he managed a low rumble in his chest of pleasure to that action. He had to breath out into their air shared air bubble to make room to take in more to his slowly starving lungs. It prolonged the time they could be underwater, a fact that he found thrilling.]
[Fabian's keen ears hear that rumble, and he feels it against his own chest. It encourages him, pulling him out of the doubt and guilt of grappling with his nature. This is Vander, a man who was beating the shit out of a giant rock-worm when they met, a man who has scars aplenty and made the first move to pull the two of them underwater. He is not averse to risk, and if Fabian had to guess, probably likes it rough. He need not be gentle and soft and demure, not with a man who's hinted at fucking him since the moment they met. Perhaps he can indulge in his animal urges just a little.
He huffs some air into Vander's mouth and rakes his claws down the man's back, hard enough to leave long red marks, as he continues to swim with him. Coming up toward the surface teasingly, then dipping down again, all the while dutifully providing him with air. He gropes greedily at Vander, pressing for dominance in his mouth a little, though secretly hoping for force to be returned.]
[There was a part of him since arriving that was leaning into the old thrill seeker of youth, dredging it up to be his armour against the hurt that he was experiencing. And the danger of Fabian's potential nature was part of that thrill, aware the younger man could harm him, could hold him at the bottom until the air ran out and they'd fight and perhaps he'd lose. They were relatively gentle on the surface; it wasn't necessary here.
His back flexed and undulated with the drag of those claws, feeling the burn of rising welts in their path. In response, he freed a leg from the tangle of Fabian's thick tail to curl it around one portion as if he could grapple in return. One hand moved to entangle in Fabian's hair, twisting strands around his fingers so he could begin the slow experienced process of stripping the power dynamic to be in his favour despite the environment being completely in Fabian's.
In their kiss, he gave way to the dominance for a few seconds then came roaring back to bite at the younger man's lower lip, drawing it into his mouth to suck on it greedily. Setting his teeth like a threat but aside from a further nibble, he didn't bite. Instead, his hand moved to use Fabian's hair to draw the younger man's head back so he could lick and nip a line down Fabian's neck. He was back to holding his breath for now.]
[To his delight, Vander fights back, restraining Fabian slightly with his leg, biting his lip and pulling his hair. Fabian moans into the water as Vander ravishes his neck, letting air bubbles escape, until he remembers Vander needs that air and closes his mouth.
Vander is so strong, and his gentle authoritativeness is something that attracts Fabian. He now realizes that this whole time, he's been yearning for Vander to use that strength on him, to use that quiet power to make him submit and obey. Fabian trusts that Vander will care for him and keep him safe, and that makes it easy to give in to him.
... But not before a little water wrestling. Fabian grapples him in return, arms wrapped around to clutch at the back of his shoulder and his side with sharp claws. The end of his tail wraps strongly in a spiral around Vander's leg, and Fabian wriggles against him, testing his ability to restrain a fish-man. He grins, eyes flashing gold and then dark red; it's all teasing, testing to see if Vander is strong enough to overpower Fabian even with the disadvantage of being underwater, in the merman's domain.]
[In a battle of physical dominance within water, he suspected that Fabian would win. That muscular tail and Vander's reliance on air above water meant that he was at a distinct disadvantage regardless of his prowess otherwise. However, he considered this all in good fun, layering a little struggle with the play.
His fingers keep a hold of Fabian's hair to control some of the younger man's movements as his teeth bared down on the flesh of that neck, holding it without causing damage. He felt the beat of the younger man's pulse through his jugular, and a moment later he was setting his lips around the flesh to suck and run his tongue over that rush of pulse.
He made a noise of delight as he was wrestled, squirming and twisting to test the strength of the hold. One leg definitely trapped in that tail and he could fight that hold, but it would come at a cost to those claws. So he did press into them, throwing his weight to one side so they might twist so his back could be to the surface.]
[Layering struggle with play absolutely electrifies Fabian. There's just a hint of danger for each of them; Fabian holding Vander where he can't breathe, and Vander holding a vulnerable part of Fabian right between his teeth. It would seem they both like it this way. Fabian has always been one to flirt with, kiss, and get right into bed with danger.
He moans, the sound ethereal and strange, perhaps even intoxicating. His head tilted back to bare his throat further, he squirms against Vander's strong grip. He delights in the way his hair is pulled taut at his scalp and the warm tongue against his throat. Claws dig into the bigger man's skin, enough to break it just slightly, without Fabian realizing.
He allows Vander to turn them, not wanting to restrict him to the point of complete oxygen deprivation. If he needs to go up, Fabian will concede, of course.]
[With the lack of shared air bubble now, he was back to holding his breath and that had limitations regardless of his good intentions. This all happened to straddle the line between play, flirting and danger, a fact that he appreciated that Fabian would lean into without hesitation the same as he would. Maybe he shouldn't, but under the water, he could just... let go for as long as his air supply was stretched.
He shuddered across his shoulders at the bite of those claws, aware of the damage they could inflict. Droplets of blood became immediately diluted in the water around them and he set his teeth enough to leave a little bruise of indentation in reply. His fingers loosened in the hold of Fabian's hair, hand sliding around to the other man's shoulder.
His mouth released next in a nest of bubbles from himself as he used Fabian's upper body as a counterweight so he could thrust his face up to breach the surface. He spat water and drank in a deep breath to his starved lungs. A second breath. Then a third before he was dipping his head back down below the surface so the world above water was shut out for longer.
He moved to cup Fabian's cheeks in his hands as he leaned down to kiss the younger man again.]
[Fabian squirms and mewls with delight at being bitten, eager to be marked by the older man. Maybe it's the exhibitionist in him, or the fact that he hasn't gotten laid since arriving here, but the thought of walking around with Vander's bite showing on his neck is incredibly enticing.
Vander finally needs to surface for air, and Fabian is genuinely impressed he lasted for as long as he did. He surfaces as well, but rather than taking desperate gulps of air, he just pokes his head up slightly to watch Vander. With the red eyes of a predator, he watches his partner's throat draw at the air, looks at his hair and beard slick and wet. Gods, he's attractive. A strange, quiet sound comes from Fabian, rumbling, something between a purr and a growl.
Fabian does fill his lungs with air for Vander, and then he's being pulled down under the water and kissed again. He takes the larger man for another ride, grabbing onto him and pulling him down in quick spinning motions. A strange, inhuman moan emanates from his chest again, and the effect of the sound is intoxicating. He's been trying not to actively charm Vander, because he wants the man to want this himself first and foremost without any meddling, but he cannot keep the effect out of his voice when his moans slip out like that. Vander might start to feel pleasantly dizzy, coupled with desire and a slight loss of rational thinking.
His claws rake down Vander's back again, then grab at his ass. The big man is so deliciously meaty, and the urge is still there to sink claws and teeth into him, to taste his blood. He refrains, reaching for his cock instead with that same hand. After all, this is a private space where no one can hear them...]
[A shiver ran across his shoulders and down his spine at the look in Fabian's eyes, and he wondered if it was a trick of the light reflecting on those irises. The hairs on the back of his neck rose as he felt hunted, which was a unique feeling that he hadn't experienced in awhile. This was Fabian's domain, and he couldn't say he knew the man well enough in this form to know he wouldn't be attacked if there was blood in the water or otherwise.
No need to think too hard about it as he went back down, and they entangled further with one another. He didn't fight as Fabian twirled them down towards the bottom, and his hands gripped on with a bruising grip that strangely loosened as that moan which came with a quality he had never heard before. It stirred a desire to give in, and the next spin had his eyes losing focus on his surroundings.
He made a groan and released some bubbles as his back was clawed, the material clinging to his frame shredding in the process. There was a haze of pleasure clogging up his thoughts, and there was just the urge to give in and let them engage however Fabian desired. One hand smoothed over where flesh met scales and then slid down to explore between them. Surely there was some fun to find here...]
[Vaguely, he realizes the effect of his voice and sees the bubbles leave Vander's lips. It makes him worry slightly, but the animalistic desire rising up in him cannot be ignored. He grips and strokes Vander's cock as he sinks sharp, jagged teeth into his neck, trying not to break his skin and probably failing.
In turn, Vander's hand does find something to grab. His own dick has come out of its retractible hiding place, erect, though is a bit lower down than Vander might expect. Other than being larger and having more of an upward bend, it's not all that different from a human penis. Another sound escapes Fabian as Vander's warm hand brushes against it, a sound with that same hypnotic quality from before. He can't seem to stop it now, even if he tries.]
[The logical part of himself would have preferred to keep this to kissing and a twirling dalliance beneath the water. Logic had no part in this once that siren's moan was made, and his will to consider keeping this light on the affection was subdued immediately. More bubbles burst from his mouth at the bite, and he knew the moment those teeth broke skin too. He'd wear that mark for days.
He stretched a little, seeking the surface for some air despite the fact they were close to the bottom of the pool. His fingers still continued to quest and found a slit lower down in Fabian's scaled tail, and he hum of pleased surprise came from him as the younger man's cock emerged. He slipped his hand around it, stroking long full strokes. Any thought of even air left his brain at the sounds filtering in his ears from Fabian.
It's fine. There was truth to sailor superstition apparently....]
[Fabian loses himself for a few moments, tasting Vander's blood and being stroked by his big hand. Another long moan almost like a whale's call escapes him. Any other time, he'd want to be railed by this man, but his monstrous instincts are urging him to pin him against the bottom of the pool and fuck him unconscious. He won't, he can't...
He feels Vander move beneath him, and pulls away from his neck to see if he's alright. He's stretching upward, toward the surface, and all at once Fabian remembers he needs air imminently. Air! An urgent sense of responsibility surges over his violent sexual urges and he grabs the back of Vander's head again, pulling him in for an open-mouthed kiss. He exhales a long breath of oxygenated air into his mouth, willing him to breathe it. While he has his wits about him for at least this brief moment, he gently swims them up toward the surface.]
[It was easy to lose himself in the moment, the pressures seeming to fade away as the simplicity of stroking another man off required little concentration from him. His thumb swept over the tip even as he craned himself instinctively towards air, feeling the rising burn in his lungs while also allowing it to increase the pleasure of the moment. The burn in his lungs combined well with the burn of Fabian's claws into his back and teeth to his neck.
The kiss arrived as the edges of his vision began to blacken, and he breathed bubbles from his nose then immediately inhaled with his mouth blessed air that was shared between them. He wasn't even paying attention to the younger man twirling them up towards the surface, though his tightened his grip on Fabian's cock to increase the pleasure of his strokes and seemed in no hurry to let go.
No, quite the contrary, he made a point of biting down on the younger man's lower lip now that he had oxygen in his lungs again. This was a unique moment he wouldn't miss out on.]
[Fabian's worries about Vander being too deprived of oxygen and losing consciousness are assuaged by the tight grip on his cock and the bite to his lip. Vander is hardy and brave, and it would seem he has every intention of continuing to do this underwater. As he's likely charmed, Fabian has to take that with a small grain of salt, but he cannot resist the urge to indulge him and be indulged.
He keens loudly into the larger man's mouth as they pass breaths back and forth, which he knows will only further intoxicate him. The sound will make Vander feel like Fabian is the only thing that matters in the world, moreso than even his own life... And perhaps, in this moment, Fabian selfishly wants that just a little. He's stuck in a cave, hasn't been laid in months, and fancies this man quite a bit. He's needy for him.
He vigorously strokes Vander's cock as his body arches into him, hips rutting forward to chase the sensation he's offering. The claws of his other hand clutch at the back of Vander's head, their points digging into his scalp and neck.]
[If there was any thought of questioning or putting on the breaks, those notions were blanketed with enamor from the sound that Fabian made. He experienced a quiet acceptance to even the death if it would please the other man, and there was no idea of any manner of resistance. No, he was well and truly charmed.
There was something so intimate about them sharing breath between them, and it was a surrender that he wasn't used to yet did not deny finding hot as hell. The desire to please in return mounted as his own pleasure increased, and he stroked Fabian's cock with an increasing vigor, squeezing the base on each downstroke. He then swept his thumb pad over the head of Fabian's cock on the upstroke.
His hips rock towards the hold of Fabian's hand, falling into a rhythm with the stroking and growling out a moan of pleasure as heat and desire rose higher and higher. It had been quite the dry spell for him as well, so this was a relief in its own way. He felt the pinprints of claws in his scalp, aware he'd have to find all the injuries inflicted over time.
He wouldn't refuse them even if he wasn't charmed.]
There's an extreme greediness to the monster within him, which runs so counter to how Fabian usually conducts himself. He's anything but possessive, and values freedom so much that he never digs his proverbial claws into anyone to keep them around. He always lets people go if they want to go, even if it breaks his heart. But this animal, this wilder mer-side deep within him, born of the sea and fey magic, has a carnal desire to possess Vander in this moment. To hold onto him tightly and never let him go. To devour him.
His grip on Vander's cock and the back of his head is tight, fuelled by that greed. But claws do not nick him in his most sensitive area, and Fabian's hand has a skilled gentleness to it, a flick of his wrist and a rapid stroke that could only be honed by years of practice doing just this. He mirrors Vander in rubbing his thumb over the man's tip every now and again. Vander's large hand is also incredibly skilled, and it's blowing his mind; he can scarcely remember the last time he had something this good, and it's mounting to his climax rapidly. His moans raise in pitch and volume, and the breath moving from Fabian's mouth into Vander's becomes quick and stuttering.
It's not long before he loses himself with a long, almost musical sound. He breaks the kiss, his back and tail arching backward, his cock spilling his seed into the water. Claws dig into the back of Vander's head hard enough to draw blood; he will fix that later. He does not let go of his partner's cock, determined to see him through his own orgasm.]
[It was rare that he was so easily physically controlled, but that tail held one leg and the allure created by Fabian's voice left him completely at the other's possessive mercy. This was not a side that he had seen in Fabian, and currently he was in no state of analyze it either. By Janna, he wasn't even certain he would remember much, if any of this. It had been awhile since he just woke up, knew he had sex and had no idea who, when or where that happened.
He shuddered while under Fabian's experienced hand, and this entire experience was far more pleasure under the grip of someone who knew what they were doing. After all, he didn't need to explain, didn't need to guide, or didn't need to request. They seemed to know what one another enjoyed even as they shared breath and their hands moved at a similar pace as if they were in lockstep with each other. His pleasure rose, causing his back to arch and his hips to lose some focus as he orgasm approached.
He felt the buck of Fabian's hips but more it was the motions of that muscular body that were key indications of the younger man's orgasm. He stroked through it, gripping a touch tighter to prolong the moment if he could. Vander did not have long to wait before he was following suit, the hot pain from the claws spurring him on as he released himself into the water.
He crushed their mouths together in that moment, sucking in air directly from Fabian's mouth. Let them linger like this just a little longer, basking in one another's presence.]
[He feels the arch of Vander's strong body, and then the older man's lips are on his again, greedily pulling the air from his lungs, and Fabian gives it up readily in a long, slow sigh. His body goes limp in Vander's arms, moulding to him. This is heaven; an underwater orgasm after a long dry spell with a handsome, kind man. What's even better is that it feels like they're in their own world. For a moment, they can forget all about this prison and its darkness, its monotony. All that counts is the silence of the water and the warmth of their bodies pressed together, the air that they share.
He kisses Vander languidly, carefully extracting his claws from his scalp and then petting that spot apologetically. He'll fix that, he promises himself again.
It's tempting to simply fall asleep in this relaxed bliss, and he could, but knows he shouldn't for Vander's sake.]
[His arm curled tighter as Fabian's muscles relaxed, keeping the other man up against him as they seemed to sink a little more in the water thanks to inactivity with the bliss of a sweet orgasm. With the world beyond seemingly shut out, he simply allowed the burn to his lungs to increase as they kissed, letting his mind stay in that quiet zone for as long as he could.
He didn't even wince as the claws released him, and his head finally tipped back as he released a slow lazy string of bubbles from his lips. One leg gently began to kick to take them back towards the surface so he didn't have to put Fabian on the spot of keeping him oxygenated.
His head popped up and he breathed slowly, his eyes closed. He hummed as he hugged Fabian against his chest and basked in the other man's presence, the siren's allure keeping him pliant.]
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[He smiled at Fabian's singing, appreciating that he had a nice singing voice. He imagined with some musical instruments and people to play them, they could put that voice to good use and create some cheer in this place. Would that revelry be put down or punished? They would have to find out through trial and error.
He raised his thick eyebrows at the declaration. He knew escalation when he saw it; this meeting for a quick bath and conversation was heading in one direction. Would he put a stop to it? He hadn't yet decided; it was fun right now. Distraction was necessary to stop dwelling on otherwise deep grief.] Me and only me? Please, you could have anyone since it's your dream location.
[His head tipped back slightly to those fingers, eyes fluttering closed for a moment.] With your flirty nature? I can actually imagine how many people you have propositioned. Now how many would take you up on the request is a more difficult guess. There are some prudes in this place. [He sent a coy smile at Fabian.] You haven't asked me, I've noticed. Making up for lost time now?
[Fabian was alluring. It wasn't just the exotic look and feel of those scales and fins and the curl of that tail. It wasn't just the fingers in his hair, but the timber of Fabian's voice and the glamour of those eyes. Vander had experience though, and he used it to navigate the effects of this allure.]
You assume that all my bluster and flirting means I have skills. What if I'm lying? [He wasn't. He might have been out of that game to this level for years, but he didn't forget. It would be so easy to lose himself in it too, forget his problems, push them down, down, down.
His arm cinched tighter around Fabian's waist, and he tried to force them to tip even if he didn't have nearly the power of that muscular tail. He was by no means a weak man, and perhaps diving under the water was the area he thought best for their game to take them. Fabian's world beneath the surface.]
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[If not a fiddle, he can make do with most string instruments.]
Hm... [He pretends to think about all the people he could have on the beach with him. And there are others here he likes, as friends or potential lovers or otherwise, but right here and now, there is only one person he wants. With an innocent smile:] Funny, I cannot seem to think of anyone else.
You would be surprised. If you look pathetic enough, some people will just hug you unprompted, apparently. That was when it was freezing in here, though. Alas, it would seem there are many prudes here, as I have somehow not yet been laid.
[At this point, by Fabian's standards, it almost qualifies as a dry spell. The longest he tends to go is however long they're at sea, which is rarely more than a month.]
Well, I did not want to seem pathetic around you. And you are very fun to play with, regardless of whether anything comes of it.
[But he does want something to come of it, certainly.]
You're not.
[Fabian says this with certainty. He can read people well enough that he would have noticed little flecks of nervousness by now, if Vander was bluffing about all of this. It is clear the man lives it, just as Fabian does. Or at least, he lived this life at some point in the past, for long enough that returning to it feels natural to him.
Fabian does not resist Vander's hold. He's been dying to be manhandled by these arms since they met. They fall under the water, and Fabian grins. He pulls them down a bit further, spinning them around as he does. Vander may be bigger than him, but everyone weighs far less underwater. He soon stops, not wanting Vander to suspect he's trying to drown him. Fabian can breathe, whereas Vander cannot, so he'll let the other guide what happens down here. He looks at him with that same adoration, and keeps a loose hold of him.]
lol sorry, this went places XD
And he didn't mind either. The need for escapism was building, the culminative weight of his failings, the growth and struggles of his remaining children, the loss of his adoptive sons, the revelations of the loss of the Lanes, the undercity, and the uncomfortable itch of want for that glowing purple drug he had taken knowing there would be consequences.
So he smiled right back, humming in amusement, playing to the beats of the dance that they were undertaking together.] No, it wouldn't surprise me. You're young, gregarious, friendly and with the correct attitude of charms, self-deprecation and boldness to disarm people.
[Aware that he wouldn't be able to talk more just before they went under, he decided to punctuate the last moment with:] Oh, so being laid is where the issue lays now, is it?
[Then he was under the water, slipping beneath the otherwise calm circulating waters because no, he wasn't lying. They both knew it. The coolness washed away the weight on his shoulders and the back of his mind, focusing him as he opened his eyes in the seemingly clear water and continuing to spy Fabian who somehow managed to appear even more ethereal completely submerged.
The spin was fun, reminding him of play as a boy in the few 'safe' water sources or when they'd splash around the ship docks. He was holding his breath, but he wouldn't mind being starved a little for oxygen. He lifted a hand to cup one of Fabian's cheeks, feeling the whiskers of his facial hair under his palm, thumb stroking under the other man's eye. He leaned in, aware of what Fabian wanted, aware they had been playing this game since they met.
He had no issue taking lead. Never did, never would. He closed the distance and kissed the merman, letting out a few bubbles from his lips to tickle Fabian's. Not too much as he did need to conserve oxygen, but it was all flirty and in good fun as he tasted those lips for the first time.]
YYYEEEEESSSSSS
Oh, goodness.
[He smiles bashfully at the compliments, then deviously at the implication of getting laid with Vander.
In the water, they're suspended, weightless. As Vander touches his face, his lashes flutter slightly, and he reaches out to caress his bearded cheek in turn.
He's a bit surprised when Vander kisses him. Though they've been flirting constantly since they met, Fabian sensed the other man may have still had a guard up, ready to decline any actual advances he made. The kiss makes it feel like the game is over; like this is now real.
Fabian doesnt hesitate to return it, to pull Vander closer by the back of his neck, arching his now oddly flexible body up into him. The bubbles make him laugh slightly, his own bubbles escaping, and he presses their lips together more firmly, opening his mouth so they're sharing a small pocket of air. He wonders how long Vander can hold his breath, wonders if this might turn out to be an intense thrill for him, the longer they're under here.]
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As far as he was concerned, the game had shifted and moved to the next step. They would always have flirting after all, but sharing a kiss was a reminder that a physical connection chased away some of the isolation that seemed to be by design in this place.
Fabian's lips felt and tasted as expected, firm and with experience as the younger man replied in kind to his gesture. The air sharing was interesting, not something that he had experienced before and certainly sent a thrill through the connection of their mouths. He sucked some of that air to his lungs to maintain himself, even if he would not be able to stay under more than a minute and a half normally.
So he kisses like he's on the limited time that he is, nudging their noses together as he made a point to mouth gently on Fabian's lower lip before adding another full bodied kiss to both. He leaned their chests together, allowing Fabian free reign to twist and turn them in the water as the other man clearly had a better mastery of it than himself.]
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For now, that worry is the last thing on his mind. He holds Vander close and propels them downward with his powerful tail in loose, corkscrew spirals. He kisses Vander greedily, but gives up his air generously. Fabian's gills mean that the air in his lungs is constantly being oxygenated, so no matter how many times they pass the same breath back and forth, Vander likely won't feel the pain or desperate panic of lacking oxygen. With any luck, it will become a rhythm, and their time underwater will be greatly extended.
Vander's lips are even lovelier than he'd imagined. Surprisingly plump, meaty like the rest of him. Experienced, but also gentle and careful. The combination of those things is like a drug to Fabian. When one is experienced, it's all the more easy to fall into a trap of being too rough or careless with a partner, but Vander is not that kind of man. It speaks to his character, and importantly, it feels safe.
Meanwhile, the deep and animalistic side of Fabian's mer form lurks as the desire to pull Vander down into the deep until he can breathe no more, or tear into him with claws and teeth. It makes him feel guilty; he'd never want to hurt Vander, so why is he having those urges now? Instincts don't discriminate, he supposes. He does allow for his claws to come out, just slightly, to thread into Vander's hair and scratch at his scalp.]
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The air bubble was security, but as quickly as it could be produced, he knew it could be taken away. Again, he never had that sense with Fabian, but he didn't deny that the hairs on the back of his neck rose in animalistic concern as they went deeper and exchanged both air and a kiss.
His arms remained firm at the elbows to keep Fabian close bodily, yet he made certain to keep his hands freed up so that he could stroke over those scales with one and across the younger man's shoulders with the other. He kissed like they were sharing a secret with one another, still flirting in a new way and still playing the game with one another with an added element. He was both a tease and used his skill to see where he could take advantage while also being fun. His tongue traced Fabian's lips, tasting and testing to see if the younger man would battle him or just let them enjoy a back-and-forth of control.
His eyes close as those fingers with their claws comb through his hair, and he managed a low rumble in his chest of pleasure to that action. He had to breath out into their air shared air bubble to make room to take in more to his slowly starving lungs. It prolonged the time they could be underwater, a fact that he found thrilling.]
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He huffs some air into Vander's mouth and rakes his claws down the man's back, hard enough to leave long red marks, as he continues to swim with him. Coming up toward the surface teasingly, then dipping down again, all the while dutifully providing him with air. He gropes greedily at Vander, pressing for dominance in his mouth a little, though secretly hoping for force to be returned.]
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His back flexed and undulated with the drag of those claws, feeling the burn of rising welts in their path. In response, he freed a leg from the tangle of Fabian's thick tail to curl it around one portion as if he could grapple in return. One hand moved to entangle in Fabian's hair, twisting strands around his fingers so he could begin the slow experienced process of stripping the power dynamic to be in his favour despite the environment being completely in Fabian's.
In their kiss, he gave way to the dominance for a few seconds then came roaring back to bite at the younger man's lower lip, drawing it into his mouth to suck on it greedily. Setting his teeth like a threat but aside from a further nibble, he didn't bite. Instead, his hand moved to use Fabian's hair to draw the younger man's head back so he could lick and nip a line down Fabian's neck. He was back to holding his breath for now.]
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Vander is so strong, and his gentle authoritativeness is something that attracts Fabian. He now realizes that this whole time, he's been yearning for Vander to use that strength on him, to use that quiet power to make him submit and obey. Fabian trusts that Vander will care for him and keep him safe, and that makes it easy to give in to him.
... But not before a little water wrestling. Fabian grapples him in return, arms wrapped around to clutch at the back of his shoulder and his side with sharp claws. The end of his tail wraps strongly in a spiral around Vander's leg, and Fabian wriggles against him, testing his ability to restrain a fish-man. He grins, eyes flashing gold and then dark red; it's all teasing, testing to see if Vander is strong enough to overpower Fabian even with the disadvantage of being underwater, in the merman's domain.]
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His fingers keep a hold of Fabian's hair to control some of the younger man's movements as his teeth bared down on the flesh of that neck, holding it without causing damage. He felt the beat of the younger man's pulse through his jugular, and a moment later he was setting his lips around the flesh to suck and run his tongue over that rush of pulse.
He made a noise of delight as he was wrestled, squirming and twisting to test the strength of the hold. One leg definitely trapped in that tail and he could fight that hold, but it would come at a cost to those claws. So he did press into them, throwing his weight to one side so they might twist so his back could be to the surface.]
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He moans, the sound ethereal and strange, perhaps even intoxicating. His head tilted back to bare his throat further, he squirms against Vander's strong grip. He delights in the way his hair is pulled taut at his scalp and the warm tongue against his throat. Claws dig into the bigger man's skin, enough to break it just slightly, without Fabian realizing.
He allows Vander to turn them, not wanting to restrict him to the point of complete oxygen deprivation. If he needs to go up, Fabian will concede, of course.]
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He shuddered across his shoulders at the bite of those claws, aware of the damage they could inflict. Droplets of blood became immediately diluted in the water around them and he set his teeth enough to leave a little bruise of indentation in reply. His fingers loosened in the hold of Fabian's hair, hand sliding around to the other man's shoulder.
His mouth released next in a nest of bubbles from himself as he used Fabian's upper body as a counterweight so he could thrust his face up to breach the surface. He spat water and drank in a deep breath to his starved lungs. A second breath. Then a third before he was dipping his head back down below the surface so the world above water was shut out for longer.
He moved to cup Fabian's cheeks in his hands as he leaned down to kiss the younger man again.]
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Vander finally needs to surface for air, and Fabian is genuinely impressed he lasted for as long as he did. He surfaces as well, but rather than taking desperate gulps of air, he just pokes his head up slightly to watch Vander. With the red eyes of a predator, he watches his partner's throat draw at the air, looks at his hair and beard slick and wet. Gods, he's attractive. A strange, quiet sound comes from Fabian, rumbling, something between a purr and a growl.
Fabian does fill his lungs with air for Vander, and then he's being pulled down under the water and kissed again. He takes the larger man for another ride, grabbing onto him and pulling him down in quick spinning motions. A strange, inhuman moan emanates from his chest again, and the effect of the sound is intoxicating. He's been trying not to actively charm Vander, because he wants the man to want this himself first and foremost without any meddling, but he cannot keep the effect out of his voice when his moans slip out like that. Vander might start to feel pleasantly dizzy, coupled with desire and a slight loss of rational thinking.
His claws rake down Vander's back again, then grab at his ass. The big man is so deliciously meaty, and the urge is still there to sink claws and teeth into him, to taste his blood. He refrains, reaching for his cock instead with that same hand. After all, this is a private space where no one can hear them...]
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No need to think too hard about it as he went back down, and they entangled further with one another. He didn't fight as Fabian twirled them down towards the bottom, and his hands gripped on with a bruising grip that strangely loosened as that moan which came with a quality he had never heard before. It stirred a desire to give in, and the next spin had his eyes losing focus on his surroundings.
He made a groan and released some bubbles as his back was clawed, the material clinging to his frame shredding in the process. There was a haze of pleasure clogging up his thoughts, and there was just the urge to give in and let them engage however Fabian desired. One hand smoothed over where flesh met scales and then slid down to explore between them. Surely there was some fun to find here...]
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In turn, Vander's hand does find something to grab. His own dick has come out of its retractible hiding place, erect, though is a bit lower down than Vander might expect. Other than being larger and having more of an upward bend, it's not all that different from a human penis. Another sound escapes Fabian as Vander's warm hand brushes against it, a sound with that same hypnotic quality from before. He can't seem to stop it now, even if he tries.]
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He stretched a little, seeking the surface for some air despite the fact they were close to the bottom of the pool. His fingers still continued to quest and found a slit lower down in Fabian's scaled tail, and he hum of pleased surprise came from him as the younger man's cock emerged. He slipped his hand around it, stroking long full strokes. Any thought of even air left his brain at the sounds filtering in his ears from Fabian.
It's fine. There was truth to sailor superstition apparently....]
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He feels Vander move beneath him, and pulls away from his neck to see if he's alright. He's stretching upward, toward the surface, and all at once Fabian remembers he needs air imminently. Air! An urgent sense of responsibility surges over his violent sexual urges and he grabs the back of Vander's head again, pulling him in for an open-mouthed kiss. He exhales a long breath of oxygenated air into his mouth, willing him to breathe it. While he has his wits about him for at least this brief moment, he gently swims them up toward the surface.]
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The kiss arrived as the edges of his vision began to blacken, and he breathed bubbles from his nose then immediately inhaled with his mouth blessed air that was shared between them. He wasn't even paying attention to the younger man twirling them up towards the surface, though his tightened his grip on Fabian's cock to increase the pleasure of his strokes and seemed in no hurry to let go.
No, quite the contrary, he made a point of biting down on the younger man's lower lip now that he had oxygen in his lungs again. This was a unique moment he wouldn't miss out on.]
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He keens loudly into the larger man's mouth as they pass breaths back and forth, which he knows will only further intoxicate him. The sound will make Vander feel like Fabian is the only thing that matters in the world, moreso than even his own life... And perhaps, in this moment, Fabian selfishly wants that just a little. He's stuck in a cave, hasn't been laid in months, and fancies this man quite a bit. He's needy for him.
He vigorously strokes Vander's cock as his body arches into him, hips rutting forward to chase the sensation he's offering. The claws of his other hand clutch at the back of Vander's head, their points digging into his scalp and neck.]
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There was something so intimate about them sharing breath between them, and it was a surrender that he wasn't used to yet did not deny finding hot as hell. The desire to please in return mounted as his own pleasure increased, and he stroked Fabian's cock with an increasing vigor, squeezing the base on each downstroke. He then swept his thumb pad over the head of Fabian's cock on the upstroke.
His hips rock towards the hold of Fabian's hand, falling into a rhythm with the stroking and growling out a moan of pleasure as heat and desire rose higher and higher. It had been quite the dry spell for him as well, so this was a relief in its own way. He felt the pinprints of claws in his scalp, aware he'd have to find all the injuries inflicted over time.
He wouldn't refuse them even if he wasn't charmed.]
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There's an extreme greediness to the monster within him, which runs so counter to how Fabian usually conducts himself. He's anything but possessive, and values freedom so much that he never digs his proverbial claws into anyone to keep them around. He always lets people go if they want to go, even if it breaks his heart. But this animal, this wilder mer-side deep within him, born of the sea and fey magic, has a carnal desire to possess Vander in this moment. To hold onto him tightly and never let him go. To devour him.
His grip on Vander's cock and the back of his head is tight, fuelled by that greed. But claws do not nick him in his most sensitive area, and Fabian's hand has a skilled gentleness to it, a flick of his wrist and a rapid stroke that could only be honed by years of practice doing just this. He mirrors Vander in rubbing his thumb over the man's tip every now and again. Vander's large hand is also incredibly skilled, and it's blowing his mind; he can scarcely remember the last time he had something this good, and it's mounting to his climax rapidly. His moans raise in pitch and volume, and the breath moving from Fabian's mouth into Vander's becomes quick and stuttering.
It's not long before he loses himself with a long, almost musical sound. He breaks the kiss, his back and tail arching backward, his cock spilling his seed into the water. Claws dig into the back of Vander's head hard enough to draw blood; he will fix that later. He does not let go of his partner's cock, determined to see him through his own orgasm.]
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He shuddered while under Fabian's experienced hand, and this entire experience was far more pleasure under the grip of someone who knew what they were doing. After all, he didn't need to explain, didn't need to guide, or didn't need to request. They seemed to know what one another enjoyed even as they shared breath and their hands moved at a similar pace as if they were in lockstep with each other. His pleasure rose, causing his back to arch and his hips to lose some focus as he orgasm approached.
He felt the buck of Fabian's hips but more it was the motions of that muscular body that were key indications of the younger man's orgasm. He stroked through it, gripping a touch tighter to prolong the moment if he could. Vander did not have long to wait before he was following suit, the hot pain from the claws spurring him on as he released himself into the water.
He crushed their mouths together in that moment, sucking in air directly from Fabian's mouth. Let them linger like this just a little longer, basking in one another's presence.]
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He kisses Vander languidly, carefully extracting his claws from his scalp and then petting that spot apologetically. He'll fix that, he promises himself again.
It's tempting to simply fall asleep in this relaxed bliss, and he could, but knows he shouldn't for Vander's sake.]
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He didn't even wince as the claws released him, and his head finally tipped back as he released a slow lazy string of bubbles from his lips. One leg gently began to kick to take them back towards the surface so he didn't have to put Fabian on the spot of keeping him oxygenated.
His head popped up and he breathed slowly, his eyes closed. He hummed as he hugged Fabian against his chest and basked in the other man's presence, the siren's allure keeping him pliant.]
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