[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.]
[Vander breaks the kiss and brings them upward to the surface, which is relieving in that he didn't have to break out of his blissful reverie to fret over his oxygen levels. His own head pops up, but just barely. He untwines his tail from Vander's leg and moves it lazily. It extends past Vander's feet, and is strong enough that even tiny movements are enough to keep them both afloat.
He hums in response, his eyes closed as he nuzzles into the crook of Vander's neck and presses soft kisses there. Gods, this man is so lovely. He'd like to stay right here in his arms for good.
After a while, he murmurs quietly.]
Apologies... I tried not to charm you, but it was impossible not to moan... I can heal your wounds.
[He tipped his upper body back just a bit so that he could stay upright and floating, especially now that his leg wasn't captured any longer. He stroked his foot over the scaling of the younger man's tail, enjoying the texture and smooth supple sensation on his skin.
His chin tipped at the nuzzling and he opened his eyes to peer up at the stone ceiling. He was... feeling pretty darn good, he would admit. Looser and relaxed, especially when compared to when he had decided to visit his friend.]
Hmmm, is that what happened? Felt my mind go blank and nothing mattered except you. [He'd never been charmed before.] Nah, leave them. It will make a good memory.
Yes, that would be it... [Vander doesn't seem to mind, and it was clear he was consenting to their interactions far before the charm kicked in, so he doesn't feel too bad.]
Mmm, you're sure? You want to be marked by me, hm? [With a small smile, he pets Vander's hair again where he'd dug his claws in before.] I get a little... Feral, in this form.
[His brain was still feeling a bit fuzzy, as if Fabian could ask him do anything and he's seriously consider it. Such a strange feeling, knowing how independent he preferred to be. It would take him time to process how he felt about the allure song he had been put under.]
Weird feeling, I'll admit. [He wouldn't allow it to detract from the enjoyment that they had had in the water, and he was also thankful that Fabian had kept sharing air with him. He otherwise would have drowned.]
I want the reminder, yeah. [He snorted softly at the understatement of the century. He stroked a hand down the curve of Fabian's back as he leaned back and began to pull them towards where they had abandoned their clothing.] So I felt. I see the legends about your kind hold truth to it. I like it.
I imagine so... [He's resistant to it, and has never been charmed, despite his attempts to be hypnotized for sexual purposes.] Well, do let me know if you end up with any regrets.
[He sounds less pleased by this idea, a touch worried. But Vander still seems happy in his presence, and Fabian's eyes flutter closed again as he touches his back like that. He allows himself to be pulled to the pool's edge, his tail still flicking lazily behind them.]
Do you? Well, I am impressed that you held out underwater for so long, even before any charm kicked in. Most would have panicked and fled.
Why? There is no way to take back what's done. [There was no reason to upset Fabian once he worked through his feelings on the allure. It wasn't as if the man could help it; that kind of instinctual ability probably came naturally and might have happened either way.
His back lightly ran up against the smooth stone and he lay there with Fabian over him, making no particular effort to dislodge the other man just yet. No, he was comfortable just like this in the remnants of post-coital haze.]
Ah well, I'm a big guy and have a large lung capacity. Besides, not the first time I've been under water hiding out.
Yes, but... [He sighs. As the post-orgasm bliss wears off, his conscience starts to nag at him.] I feel bad. Consent is important to me, and you did not know what you were getting into... So I'm sorry. I will make it up to you, if I can.
[Fabian continues to hang off of Vander, forehead against his neck, but his tail's movements mean he's mostly weightless.]
Hiding out under water? That sounds like a story...
I was the one who invited you out to bathe. I figured we would have a little kiss and tell. [He shrugged his shoulders, like it wasn't as much of a big deal to him as it probably should be. He did trust Fabian, had seen the beast inside of him surface, and there was a frightening similarity that he dare not name. Sometimes people lost control.
He reached up and stroked Fabian's forehead with a finger, moving hair back and tucking it behind the younger man's ear. It didn't stay there but the thought counted.] Apology accepted. You don't have to make it up to me.
[He hummed, smile on his lips as he remembered.] Oh it is. Me and some pals snuck into Piltover - the rich sister city - and we managed to steal some jewelry from this apartment. Enforcers chased us and we managed to hide under a dock. We had to hide close to the bottom so they couldn't spot us... we were down there what felt like forever.
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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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He hums in response, his eyes closed as he nuzzles into the crook of Vander's neck and presses soft kisses there. Gods, this man is so lovely. He'd like to stay right here in his arms for good.
After a while, he murmurs quietly.]
Apologies... I tried not to charm you, but it was impossible not to moan... I can heal your wounds.
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His chin tipped at the nuzzling and he opened his eyes to peer up at the stone ceiling. He was... feeling pretty darn good, he would admit. Looser and relaxed, especially when compared to when he had decided to visit his friend.]
Hmmm, is that what happened? Felt my mind go blank and nothing mattered except you. [He'd never been charmed before.] Nah, leave them. It will make a good memory.
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Yes, that would be it... [Vander doesn't seem to mind, and it was clear he was consenting to their interactions far before the charm kicked in, so he doesn't feel too bad.]
Mmm, you're sure? You want to be marked by me, hm? [With a small smile, he pets Vander's hair again where he'd dug his claws in before.] I get a little... Feral, in this form.
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Weird feeling, I'll admit. [He wouldn't allow it to detract from the enjoyment that they had had in the water, and he was also thankful that Fabian had kept sharing air with him. He otherwise would have drowned.]
I want the reminder, yeah. [He snorted softly at the understatement of the century. He stroked a hand down the curve of Fabian's back as he leaned back and began to pull them towards where they had abandoned their clothing.] So I felt. I see the legends about your kind hold truth to it. I like it.
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[He sounds less pleased by this idea, a touch worried. But Vander still seems happy in his presence, and Fabian's eyes flutter closed again as he touches his back like that. He allows himself to be pulled to the pool's edge, his tail still flicking lazily behind them.]
Do you? Well, I am impressed that you held out underwater for so long, even before any charm kicked in. Most would have panicked and fled.
[He knows this from experience.]
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His back lightly ran up against the smooth stone and he lay there with Fabian over him, making no particular effort to dislodge the other man just yet. No, he was comfortable just like this in the remnants of post-coital haze.]
Ah well, I'm a big guy and have a large lung capacity. Besides, not the first time I've been under water hiding out.
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[Fabian continues to hang off of Vander, forehead against his neck, but his tail's movements mean he's mostly weightless.]
Hiding out under water? That sounds like a story...
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He reached up and stroked Fabian's forehead with a finger, moving hair back and tucking it behind the younger man's ear. It didn't stay there but the thought counted.] Apology accepted. You don't have to make it up to me.
[He hummed, smile on his lips as he remembered.] Oh it is. Me and some pals snuck into Piltover - the rich sister city - and we managed to steal some jewelry from this apartment. Enforcers chased us and we managed to hide under a dock. We had to hide close to the bottom so they couldn't spot us... we were down there what felt like forever.
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