Page 35 of The Merman’s Betrothal (Outcast Hearts #2)
‘ I shall make you come as beautifully as you did for me, ’ Fionn said, drawing Rory’s knees apart and hooking both legs over his shoulders. Rory let out something like a squeak, taken completely by surprise at being manhandled so easily.
Fionn began by kissing the tip of Rory’s cock. The skin seemed loose around the tip; he felt it begged to be lightly nibbled on. Fionn sucked and tugged at it gently until Rory’s hand joined him in order to roll the excess skin down.
Underneath this hood was revealed a more bulbously-shaped head, a deeper pink in colour and glistening with Rory’s juices. Fionn hummed as he examined the texture of it with his tongue. Rory’s thighs quivered delightfully while Fionn kneaded each bump and crease.
‘ Fuck, ’ Rory panted. ‘ You feel incredible. ’ Fionn glanced up at him and Rory moaned again. ‘ Fuck. You look incredible, too. ’
This affirmation was all Fionn needed to prompt him to work even harder. He would pleasure Rory to perfection .
Fionn lowered his head, taking Rory’s full length into his mouth. Rory’s fingers combed through his hair, eventually gripping the back of his head, either urging him on or simply hanging on. His DeepSong was becoming unintelligible, a brash but heady mix of curse words and moans.
‘ Your cock, ’ Rory managed to stutter. ‘ I want to… I want to suck… ’
Fionn’s gills flared, pulling in a deep draught of the surrounding water. How intensely sweet Rory’s cravings had turned it. It made Fionn feel drunk and quite incapable of refusing.
Releasing Rory from his mouth only for long enough to unhook his legs, Fionn then spun him upside down. Rory yelped, followed by a gasp as his face came level with Fionn’s cock, and his own was engulfed by Fionn’s mouth once again.
‘ Oh shit, ’ Rory croaked. ‘ Oh, fuck yes… ’
Fionn struggled not to buck as the tip of his cock slipped into Rory’s hot, needy mouth.
He concentrated on holding Rory steady, exploring the shape of his hips and backside.
But the sensations from Rory’s noisy, sloppy, and frankly debauched display down below brought him right to the edge within seconds.
Blood thundered into Fionn’s cock, pumping his knot full so that it began to swell.
Rory’s noises became even more desperate, his hips rutting into Fionn’s face like a physical plea.
Fionn held on tightly, tried to remember what his tongue was meant to be doing even as the white-hot shudders of orgasm began to rip through him.
Oh, gods, Rory’s mouth. Rory’s cock in his mouth. His trembling knot, punished by the vibrations of Rory’s moans. Fionn felt he might be trapped like this forever, locked in tortuous waves of bliss. Frankly he could die happily this way.
Then salty warmth filled his mouth, pumping into his throat while Rory’s muscles twitched against his face. Rory finally came to rest, burbling a satisfied sound around Fionn’s knot.
Fionn, on the other hand, was still struggling with ecstasy. When Rory’s cock slipped free of his mouth, Fionn took the opportunity to sing a stream of exclamations into the water. Rory gripped onto Fionn’s thighs, his own mouth still persistently stuck in place.
‘ Teeth, ’ Fionn stammered at him. ‘ Try… biting… ’
He felt Rory’s scepticism, though it was quickly washed away by another surge of mind-shattering orgasm. If this was how sublime it felt to stuff Rory’s mouth, how incomprehensibly magnificent would it be to fill his bower instead?
A light nip of pain in his knot pulled Fionn’s scattered brain back into the ocean. ‘ That’s doing it, ’ he wheezed. ‘ Another. ’
Rory’s teeth scraped gently over his knot, sharpening Fionn’s awareness back on his surroundings, outside the focus of his body. He breathed deeply, employing a meditation technique Iomhar had once taught him, persuading his mating instincts to calm down.
After a few moments more Rory was able to pull free. He rubbed his jaw as he slowly drifted upright.
‘ I don’t believe I had chance to say last time, so I must fully convey the depths of my awe for your mouth, ’ Fionn said solemnly. ‘ And, indeed, for the rest of your body. You are breath-taking and astounding and— ’
‘ Don’t overdo it. ’ Rory stretched out his limbs like a starfish then relaxed, effectively collapsed but floating in the middle of the chamber. ‘ Holy hell. I haven’t ever— I mean it’s not— I’ve just never had anything that good, you know? ’
‘ I do know, ’ Fionn said happily, drifting by his side.
‘ Don’t get all smug. ’
‘ I am not smug. I am content. ’
Rory gave a rueful chuckle. ‘ Nevermind. What I mean is… I’ve been with other people, right? But something about you is just… better. ’ Rory’s eyes dropped to Fionn’s cock then guiltily whipped away.
Fionn rolled over and purred against Rory’s hair. ‘ Do you find me skillful, Rory? ’
‘ Competent, ’ Rory retorted.
Fionn grinned anyway. He’d witnessed for himself how skilled Rory found him, and he intended to improve those skills even further. Such an activity would be a happy replacement for spear drill. Fionn would pursue perfection with the same ferocity he applied to combat.
He caressed the light curls on Rory’s chest while his cock stirred again, just as eager as the rest of him to dive into practice.
‘ How do mermen sleep? ’ Rory asked thoughtfully. ‘ You said we’re staying here? I’m game. Just I don’t see a bed. ’
‘ You see the nets on the wall? They are hammocks. ’ Fionn slid down Rory’s body, planting kisses as he went.
‘ Oh, that makes sense. Like the food. You don’t want to… float… away… ’ Rory tipped his head back, succumbing to Fionn’s mouth swallowing his limp cock.
Not limp for long, however.
Fionn felt confident in what he was doing now.
And since his own desire had been sated, he could ignore the arousal brewing in his gut and push it aside in favour of focusing solely on Rory.
Fionn had not explored nearly enough of Rory’s cock.
He was certain he could elicit a longer, stronger orgasm than last time.
And if he did not, then he would try again.
‘ Oh, fuck, ’ Rory moaned, and that was about the last intelligible thing he said for the rest of the evening.