Wet Dream 7/7
Title: Wet Dream 7/7
Pairing: Micky/Hero (minor pairings: implied Yunho/Hero, implied Yoochun/Junsu)
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter!
Disclaimer: Another story that proves once again that they aren't mine.
Summary: Micky is the best at cleaning up other people's messes. He's not sure what to do when faced with something only in his dreams.
A/N: This fic is for rabanitchas who is the one who gave me the plot idea for it.
Poster credit goes to chunsangel once again. It's gorgeous!
Part 7: Mutual Passion
Micky laughed as he fell to his back in the hammock. Hero barely gave him time to get comfortable before peppering his face in kisses. Yunho still hung between them, figuratively and literally in the form of a necklace, but Hero didn’t stop kissing him, and Micky relaxed and let him, settling into the curve of the hammock. It swayed under Hero’s movements, and Micky’s mind wandered to proving how sturdy the thing was.
His mind wandered a bit too much with images of being on top of the merman, and Hero suddenly pulled away, holding himself off Micky’s body, eyes on Micky’s sudden erection.
Micky didn’t know what to do, but Hero wasn’t leaving. Hero’s penis was soft, hanging down and laying against the bend in Micky’s hip.
Hero bit his lower lip with a sharp incisor, and Micky realized he was shaking. Not from the effort of holding himself up, but from holding himself back.
Micky held his breath and trailed his hand down his front, fingertips light and quick. His chest hitched at a sensitive spot below his ribs, and then he shut his eyes with a sigh, while playing just below his belly button. His cock twitched, but Micky avoided it, caressing along the bend of his hip, and then going back up to start all over again. The second time, he watched Hero’s face. His eyes followed Micky’s hand and his tongue constantly swiped over his lower lip, keeping it wet and tempting.
Micky wanted to bite it and then wondered what Hero’s sharp teeth would do to his lips if bitten.
He moaned, shut his eyes, and finally gripped his erection.
Hero made a noise, and Micky licked his lips and teased himself with soft strokes up to the ridge and back down. His body didn’t want teasing, he knew that, and he wanted so much more than a hand job. Being watched by Hero while masturbating was more, but so not enough.
The hammock swayed and Hero shifted his weight to one arm and his knees. His other hand mapped out the path Micky had shown him, fingers soft and light over his nipples, across his ribs. Down his stomach.
“Oh fuck,” Micky gasped. He sped up, let his fingers swipe over the head wet with precome. The combination of the attention and the fact that it was Hero (finally finally finally) had Micky ready to come in minutes. His stomach caved in, his legs spread, pressing against Hero’s and his balls tightened. He was so close, whimpering because it was so close, too close.
Lips touched his taut neck, hot breath ghosted over to his ear, and Hero whispered something so foreign and yet so dirty into Micky’s ear that he was coming in a second. Everything stopped, and Micky moaned. His cock pulsed and strings of white splattered clear up to his neck.
Energy gone (or at least in sticky clumps all over his chest), Micky sank into the hammock, lungs heaving with the need to breathe.
“Mi-yee,” Hero whispered.
Micky opened his eyes and grinned at the shadowed face of Hero. Without thinking, he reached out and gripped Hero’s hip, thumb rubbing over a patch of scales. Hero inhaled sharply, and Micky tilted his head in question. He shook his head, just once, and Micky moved his hand, and Hero exhaled in frustration.
“Yeah, this is not going to work if you can’t talk to me.” Micky tilted his head back and shut his eyes, body still thrumming from his orgasm.
Shaking lips pressed against his, and Micky smiled into the soft kiss. He lifted his hand and trailed it up Hero’s arm, squeezed his strong shoulder and gripped the back up his neck, under his hair. Hero licked his lips, their lips, and then pulled away, despite Micky’s groan of protest.
Hero smiled and bit his lip. Thinking. With a grin, he held up his hand, fingers spread and then ran fingers from the other hand over the webbing. Micky reached up and did the same, frowning at the dry skin. Hero pointed to the water, and Micky understood
Hero wasn’t leaving because he wanted to. Between going through the package of goodies, and Micky’s self-help hand job, Hero had been out of the water for too long.
“Go on,” Micky said with a grin, and pushed his hip.
Hero stood up and then held out his hand.
Micky wasn’t sure he could stand up, but he let Hero pull him up anyway. His knee buckled and he fell against the strong merman. Hero laughed, and Micky pouted up at him. With a smile, Hero scooped Micky up in his arms and carried him to the water.
“You better not drop-“
Hero dropped him, and Micky shut his eyes as he was sucked under the water. Before he could claw his way back to the surface, strong arms wrapped around him and supported him until air filled his lungs again.
“Oh god, you fucking bastard,” Micky said, clinging to the merman.
Hero’s body shook with barely suppressed laughter.
Micky bit his neck, and Hero’s laughter cut off, twisting into a pleased noise in this throat. Micky smirked. He hooked his legs around Hero’s waist and slid his hands down Hero’s sides. Sucking lightly, he moved his mouth up to Hero’s ear and pulled the lobe with his teeth.
Hero shivered and then turned his head. Their mouths collided, and Micky moaned into the harsh kiss. Micky barely had time to think about it before they were in the water, under the water and then out of the room. Glass pressed against his back, and Micky moaned. Hero dropped his hands to the back of Micky’s thighs, hoisted him higher.
Normally in a position like this, Micky would be grounding down on a hard dick and begging to be fucked. Instead, he was frozen, head swimming with pleasure as that firm tail pressed against him, rolling and thrusting against his erection. The rough slide of scales was intoxicating. He felt like a teenager again, so ready to come so fast.
Hero grunted and yanked Micky away from the glass too fast, and Micky’s world spun, filled with water again, and then he was thrown back on the sand.
Micky’s breath left him in a whoosh and his head went light, vision swimming. He had no time to recover from that before it was Hero’s mouth and tongue sliding up his chest, hands clenching his hips.
Micky whimpered and watched through blurry vision as Hero licked his nipple. Oh god, how long was his tongue? His mouth closed around the hard nub, and oh god, what about those teeth? Micky whimpered again and managed to tug on Hero’s hair, but the merman didn’t let up, sucking harshly.
Hero’s firm body pressed against his, testing his response. Micky moaned, hips rising into the light thrusts. His legs wrapped around Hero’s body, feet sliding on the scales of his tail.
Hero shuddered and moved his mouth up Micky’s neck. A pinprick of pain shot through his skin, and Micky hissed.
Worried, Hero pulled away, babbling apologetically while he pressed his fingers to the cut just above Micky’s collarbone.
Micky laughed and lifted his hand to the cut. He sighed at the sting and then pulled back to look at the blood on his fingers. He pressed them against Hero’s lips, and Hero’s eyes shut, tongue slipping out to lick them clean. Shuddering, Hero lowered his upper body, hands on either side of Micky’s head. He tongued the small slice, shivering even more, and Micky moaned as the sharp pain twisted into lust low in his stomach. He ran his hands over Hero’s strong back.
“Fuck, Hero,” Micky breathed, hips rising again to get those teasing thrusts back.
Hero lifted his head, their eyes met. His green eyes were dark but still cautious. Micky wrapped his arms around his neck, tightened his legs and their lips met in another kiss, and then another. Hero shifted back, pulling a whimper from Micky as that firm pressure from his tail morphed into a smooth slide of skin.
And a stiff, leaking erection pressed against his stomach.
“Fuck!” Micky shouted and ran his hands back down Hero’s body. He cupped his ass, fingers digging into firm muscle and pulled, sliding Hero against him.
Hero whimpered, mouth against Micky’s neck. Babbling something. His dick pulsed and Micky definitely understood. He took advantage of Hero’s incoherency and pushed his shoulder. He scrambled to his feet, headed for the hammock, and Hero followed after him, arms around his waist, erection pressed against his ass. Micky moaned, gripped behind his hip and behind his neck and waved against him, dick sliding on skin. Hero shivered, knee buckling.
“Lay down,” Micky said, turning and pushing Hero under the draped fabric and into the cooler shade.
Hero fell into the hammock, chest rising. Webbed fingers wrapped around his erection and stroked, and Micky licked dry lips, his own erection twitching.
“Mi-yee,” Hero said, whimpering, and Micky jerked alert, met his eyes and smiled before grabbing the lube from the middle drawer that he’d put there so many weeks ago.
He climbed over Hero, knees settling between the netting of the hammock and Hero’s hips. Micky definitely wanted to know what those webbed fingers felt like inside him, but not right now. He wasn’t patient enough to let Hero explore him inside and out.
He poured lube onto his fingers and reached under himself. Slick and wet slid over is entrance, and his eyes shut with a sigh, cock jumping with each sensitive brush.
“Mi-yee,” Hero whispered, confused, awed, questioning.
Micky opened his eyes, holding his gaze while the first finger pressed inside. “What?” he asked with a smile.
Hero bit his lower lip and tried to spread his legs, and Micky shook his head, holding him still with a hand on Hero’s knee. Micky understood suddenly, smiling wider. Hero hadn’t ever topped before. Or at least not lately. He expected Micky to be like the others who had taken what they wanted from him.
Hero placed shaking hands on Micky’s hips. Smiling, Micky pushed a second finger inside his body, and Hero pulled on his hips, Micky following so he was fucking his finger. He shut his eyes again as pleasure pulsated through his body. He leaned over and snagged Hero’s lower lip between his lips. He suckled on it, biting lightly and moved his fingers to the same rhythm.
Webbed fingers wrapped around his dick, and Micky cried out, trying not to come, not yet. God, please, not yet. His body thrummed with need, mouth open, panting against Hero’s lips, and then just before he was going to come, Hero tightened his hold, finger wrapped around the base and staved it off.
Micky whimpered, but kissed him in appreciation. He pressed a third finger into himself, and Hero’s hands went to his ass, rubbing and massaging up to his lower back and down to his upper thighs.
Micky doubted three fingers was enough preparation. He doubted four would be enough.
He didn’t care. Yanking himself away from Hero’s intoxicating mouth, Micky slinked back a bit. Hero’s hands spread on his thighs. He stared at Hero’s erection, licked his lips and touched it with a single finger. Hero shuddered, eyes wide, begging.
Micky smiled and dumped lube right onto his dick. He grabbed it, wrapped his fingers around the width and stroked. Hero shuddered again and babbled the same word over and over again.
“Yeah, hurry,” Micky said, getting what he meant when he felt Hero’s dick pulse under his hand.
He let go, and Hero whimpered.
Getting back into position, Micky reached behind him and lifted Hero’s cock. He sighed, eyes shut, as the soft head spread his cleft and then shivered as it brushed up and over his entrance. He teased himself, cock jerking and dripping precome.
Hero cried out from the sensations, and Micky knew he was too close to tease and didn’t really care. He held Hero firmly and pressed back. He bit his lower lip as the wide head breached him. It hurt, just enough to make him pause, just for a second, but Hero, of course didn’t know that, and lifted his hips with a whimper. Micky gasped at being penetrated too fast and too soon by something too thick. Hero babbled again, pulling back. Micky still had a hold of the base of him and went with him, to keep him inside his body. He didn’t want Hero to think he was hurting him.
Hero’s eyes shut tight, his fingers clenched, and then his body shuddered, and he cried out, body shaking as he pumped Micky full of come.
Micky smiled, gently clenching his muscles and sliding more of Hero into his body.
Hero whimpered, eyes wide with worry and Micky leaned over him, hands running over his neck and shoulders and kissed him, over and over, whispering things that Hero definitely didn’t understand.
Hero’s breath calmed, his body relaxed and his hands fell to Micky’s knees, rubbing softly.
Micky pulled away from his lips and smiled.
Hero’s smile was fleeting, eyes fluttering open and shut.
Micky stroked his own erection, and very carefully twisted his hips, lowered himself on Hero’s still-firm dick and whimpered oh-my-god-so-stretched-fuck-so-good until he was sitting in Hero’s lap.
Definitely needed more prep.
Micky gasped, mouth open and shut, licking his lips again and again. He gripped Hero’s strong chest with both hands and slowly lifted himself up and down on Hero’s cock.
Hero moaned. One hand hooked around Micky’s neck and yanked him down for more kisses, and his other hand wrapped around Micky’s erection. It didn’t take long for Micky’s orgasm to grow, twist through his body, growing quickly from all the sensations.
Micky pulled away from his mouth with a wet smack, rolled his hips back and lifted, going a little faster, a little stronger. Hero’s dick squelched in and out of him, through his own mess.
A few more minutes and he was going to come from being penetrated so deep, and the webbing on his hand twisting just right over the head of his dick. He sat back, slowing his movement, head tilted. His fingers trailed up his chest and then ghosted over the cut. He opened his eyes, met Hero’s curious gaze and smiled. With his other hand he reached down and hooked his hand at the back of his neck and pulled him up. The hammock swayed dangerously, and they readjusted all without Hero sliding out of Micky’s body.
Micky tilted his head to the side, and Hero leaned forward, shaking breath warm on his skin. His mouth closed around skin, and then he sucked, hard, not bothering to watch his teeth. The pain shot up Micky’s spine, he arched his body into Hero’s and moved, up and down, fast on the wide cock spreading him almost too much.
Hero grunted, hand gripping Micky’s ass, moving him faster and harder. Webbed fingers gripped his erection again, and Micky cried out, yanking himself back, hands on Hero’s knees for leverage. Blood dripped down his chest, and Micky’s eyes shot open, mouth wide with a soundless scream. His body shuddered, cock pulsing and he shot come all over Hero’s chest. He collapsed, but didn’t fall, because Hero held him up, body still moving, thrusting up into him.
Micky wrapped his arms around Hero’s neck, lips spread in a sated smile. Hero whimpered and cried out, vocalizing his pleasure in a common language of lust and greed. Shouts, cries and whimpers.
Micky kissed Hero’s skin, nibbled on his ear. He tightened his sated muscles, gripped Hero’s back and breathed, moaned and gasped into his ear.
“Mi-yee, Mi-yee, Mi-yee.”
Micky shuddered at the desperation in his voice, in the unknown words falling from his lips. He held on to Hero’s shoulders and met his thrusts, slamming his hips down and their whimpers molded and their bodies shuddered, and Hero shouted, voice ripped out of his throat as he came inside Micky again.
They fell into the hammock, twisted and content, lips pressing in random places while their bodies calmed down.
“Mi-yee,” Hero whispered, voice hoarse.
Micky lifted his head and their lips met.
Hero’s breath was still a little short, and he lifted a hand to show Micky again that he had to get back in the water.
Micky smiled, and used his chest to push up. He lifted his hips, and moaned, lowering his body before Hero could slip out of him. Hero echoed his moan and then whimpered. Micky laughed as he did it again, and then with Hero’s hands on his hips, he lifted all the way off, gasping as Hero slipped free and slapped against his thigh. Come dripped from his body.
More than a little curious, Micky reached to his thighs and scooped up a clump. He brought it to his lips and sucked on his fingers. Hero’s eyes were wide as Micky reached for more. It tasted saltier, sort of like seaweed, and wasn’t any more unpleasant than his own come.
Hero grabbed his wrist as he went for more, and even Micky could feel how dry his skin was. With an apologetic smile, Micky did his best to climb off him. Still unsteady, he used the dresser to keep himself up and watched as Hero stood up. Come dripped off the tip of his flaccid penis and Micky licked his lips, dropped to his knees and flicked his tongue over the tip.
Hero’s hands landed on his head and he yanked Micky away with a pointed look, but not before his cock twitched in interest.
Micky laughed, pressed a quick kiss to it and then sat back on his knees. Hero smiled, trailed a finger down his cheek, and leaned down for a quick kiss. He headed for the water and Micky used the dresser to stand and followed after him.
Hero slipped into the tank and then turned around, arms bent on the edge. Micky sat in the sand and didn’t protest when Hero laid his head on his thigh. His tail flipped out of the water, and Micky rubbed his cheek.
“I love you,” Micky whispered.
Hero tilted his head up and looked at him. Micky wondered if Hero understood the words, or at least recognized them as something someone else had said. He smiled, so Micky decided it was the latter. He wondered if Hero would ever understand the words or the emotions behind them.
Micky’s life hadn’t been a lot to brag about, but he’d given it up for this merman. Hero pulled him into the water, their lips met and Micky knew that it had been worth it.
Epilogue: Paradise
Part 6: Peace Offering
Part 5: Pillow Talk
Part 4: Sleep Walking
Part 3: Rude Awakening
Part 2: Mythical Dream
Part 1: Close Encounter
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Pairing: Micky/Hero (minor pairings: implied Yunho/Hero, implied Yoochun/Junsu)
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter!
Disclaimer: Another story that proves once again that they aren't mine.
Summary: Micky is the best at cleaning up other people's messes. He's not sure what to do when faced with something only in his dreams.
A/N: This fic is for rabanitchas who is the one who gave me the plot idea for it.
Poster credit goes to chunsangel once again. It's gorgeous!
Part 7: Mutual Passion
Micky laughed as he fell to his back in the hammock. Hero barely gave him time to get comfortable before peppering his face in kisses. Yunho still hung between them, figuratively and literally in the form of a necklace, but Hero didn’t stop kissing him, and Micky relaxed and let him, settling into the curve of the hammock. It swayed under Hero’s movements, and Micky’s mind wandered to proving how sturdy the thing was.
His mind wandered a bit too much with images of being on top of the merman, and Hero suddenly pulled away, holding himself off Micky’s body, eyes on Micky’s sudden erection.
Micky didn’t know what to do, but Hero wasn’t leaving. Hero’s penis was soft, hanging down and laying against the bend in Micky’s hip.
Hero bit his lower lip with a sharp incisor, and Micky realized he was shaking. Not from the effort of holding himself up, but from holding himself back.
Micky held his breath and trailed his hand down his front, fingertips light and quick. His chest hitched at a sensitive spot below his ribs, and then he shut his eyes with a sigh, while playing just below his belly button. His cock twitched, but Micky avoided it, caressing along the bend of his hip, and then going back up to start all over again. The second time, he watched Hero’s face. His eyes followed Micky’s hand and his tongue constantly swiped over his lower lip, keeping it wet and tempting.
Micky wanted to bite it and then wondered what Hero’s sharp teeth would do to his lips if bitten.
He moaned, shut his eyes, and finally gripped his erection.
Hero made a noise, and Micky licked his lips and teased himself with soft strokes up to the ridge and back down. His body didn’t want teasing, he knew that, and he wanted so much more than a hand job. Being watched by Hero while masturbating was more, but so not enough.
The hammock swayed and Hero shifted his weight to one arm and his knees. His other hand mapped out the path Micky had shown him, fingers soft and light over his nipples, across his ribs. Down his stomach.
“Oh fuck,” Micky gasped. He sped up, let his fingers swipe over the head wet with precome. The combination of the attention and the fact that it was Hero (finally finally finally) had Micky ready to come in minutes. His stomach caved in, his legs spread, pressing against Hero’s and his balls tightened. He was so close, whimpering because it was so close, too close.
Lips touched his taut neck, hot breath ghosted over to his ear, and Hero whispered something so foreign and yet so dirty into Micky’s ear that he was coming in a second. Everything stopped, and Micky moaned. His cock pulsed and strings of white splattered clear up to his neck.
Energy gone (or at least in sticky clumps all over his chest), Micky sank into the hammock, lungs heaving with the need to breathe.
“Mi-yee,” Hero whispered.
Micky opened his eyes and grinned at the shadowed face of Hero. Without thinking, he reached out and gripped Hero’s hip, thumb rubbing over a patch of scales. Hero inhaled sharply, and Micky tilted his head in question. He shook his head, just once, and Micky moved his hand, and Hero exhaled in frustration.
“Yeah, this is not going to work if you can’t talk to me.” Micky tilted his head back and shut his eyes, body still thrumming from his orgasm.
Shaking lips pressed against his, and Micky smiled into the soft kiss. He lifted his hand and trailed it up Hero’s arm, squeezed his strong shoulder and gripped the back up his neck, under his hair. Hero licked his lips, their lips, and then pulled away, despite Micky’s groan of protest.
Hero smiled and bit his lip. Thinking. With a grin, he held up his hand, fingers spread and then ran fingers from the other hand over the webbing. Micky reached up and did the same, frowning at the dry skin. Hero pointed to the water, and Micky understood
Hero wasn’t leaving because he wanted to. Between going through the package of goodies, and Micky’s self-help hand job, Hero had been out of the water for too long.
“Go on,” Micky said with a grin, and pushed his hip.
Hero stood up and then held out his hand.
Micky wasn’t sure he could stand up, but he let Hero pull him up anyway. His knee buckled and he fell against the strong merman. Hero laughed, and Micky pouted up at him. With a smile, Hero scooped Micky up in his arms and carried him to the water.
“You better not drop-“
Hero dropped him, and Micky shut his eyes as he was sucked under the water. Before he could claw his way back to the surface, strong arms wrapped around him and supported him until air filled his lungs again.
“Oh god, you fucking bastard,” Micky said, clinging to the merman.
Hero’s body shook with barely suppressed laughter.
Micky bit his neck, and Hero’s laughter cut off, twisting into a pleased noise in this throat. Micky smirked. He hooked his legs around Hero’s waist and slid his hands down Hero’s sides. Sucking lightly, he moved his mouth up to Hero’s ear and pulled the lobe with his teeth.
Hero shivered and then turned his head. Their mouths collided, and Micky moaned into the harsh kiss. Micky barely had time to think about it before they were in the water, under the water and then out of the room. Glass pressed against his back, and Micky moaned. Hero dropped his hands to the back of Micky’s thighs, hoisted him higher.
Normally in a position like this, Micky would be grounding down on a hard dick and begging to be fucked. Instead, he was frozen, head swimming with pleasure as that firm tail pressed against him, rolling and thrusting against his erection. The rough slide of scales was intoxicating. He felt like a teenager again, so ready to come so fast.
Hero grunted and yanked Micky away from the glass too fast, and Micky’s world spun, filled with water again, and then he was thrown back on the sand.
Micky’s breath left him in a whoosh and his head went light, vision swimming. He had no time to recover from that before it was Hero’s mouth and tongue sliding up his chest, hands clenching his hips.
Micky whimpered and watched through blurry vision as Hero licked his nipple. Oh god, how long was his tongue? His mouth closed around the hard nub, and oh god, what about those teeth? Micky whimpered again and managed to tug on Hero’s hair, but the merman didn’t let up, sucking harshly.
Hero’s firm body pressed against his, testing his response. Micky moaned, hips rising into the light thrusts. His legs wrapped around Hero’s body, feet sliding on the scales of his tail.
Hero shuddered and moved his mouth up Micky’s neck. A pinprick of pain shot through his skin, and Micky hissed.
Worried, Hero pulled away, babbling apologetically while he pressed his fingers to the cut just above Micky’s collarbone.
Micky laughed and lifted his hand to the cut. He sighed at the sting and then pulled back to look at the blood on his fingers. He pressed them against Hero’s lips, and Hero’s eyes shut, tongue slipping out to lick them clean. Shuddering, Hero lowered his upper body, hands on either side of Micky’s head. He tongued the small slice, shivering even more, and Micky moaned as the sharp pain twisted into lust low in his stomach. He ran his hands over Hero’s strong back.
“Fuck, Hero,” Micky breathed, hips rising again to get those teasing thrusts back.
Hero lifted his head, their eyes met. His green eyes were dark but still cautious. Micky wrapped his arms around his neck, tightened his legs and their lips met in another kiss, and then another. Hero shifted back, pulling a whimper from Micky as that firm pressure from his tail morphed into a smooth slide of skin.
And a stiff, leaking erection pressed against his stomach.
“Fuck!” Micky shouted and ran his hands back down Hero’s body. He cupped his ass, fingers digging into firm muscle and pulled, sliding Hero against him.
Hero whimpered, mouth against Micky’s neck. Babbling something. His dick pulsed and Micky definitely understood. He took advantage of Hero’s incoherency and pushed his shoulder. He scrambled to his feet, headed for the hammock, and Hero followed after him, arms around his waist, erection pressed against his ass. Micky moaned, gripped behind his hip and behind his neck and waved against him, dick sliding on skin. Hero shivered, knee buckling.
“Lay down,” Micky said, turning and pushing Hero under the draped fabric and into the cooler shade.
Hero fell into the hammock, chest rising. Webbed fingers wrapped around his erection and stroked, and Micky licked dry lips, his own erection twitching.
“Mi-yee,” Hero said, whimpering, and Micky jerked alert, met his eyes and smiled before grabbing the lube from the middle drawer that he’d put there so many weeks ago.
He climbed over Hero, knees settling between the netting of the hammock and Hero’s hips. Micky definitely wanted to know what those webbed fingers felt like inside him, but not right now. He wasn’t patient enough to let Hero explore him inside and out.
He poured lube onto his fingers and reached under himself. Slick and wet slid over is entrance, and his eyes shut with a sigh, cock jumping with each sensitive brush.
“Mi-yee,” Hero whispered, confused, awed, questioning.
Micky opened his eyes, holding his gaze while the first finger pressed inside. “What?” he asked with a smile.
Hero bit his lower lip and tried to spread his legs, and Micky shook his head, holding him still with a hand on Hero’s knee. Micky understood suddenly, smiling wider. Hero hadn’t ever topped before. Or at least not lately. He expected Micky to be like the others who had taken what they wanted from him.
Hero placed shaking hands on Micky’s hips. Smiling, Micky pushed a second finger inside his body, and Hero pulled on his hips, Micky following so he was fucking his finger. He shut his eyes again as pleasure pulsated through his body. He leaned over and snagged Hero’s lower lip between his lips. He suckled on it, biting lightly and moved his fingers to the same rhythm.
Webbed fingers wrapped around his dick, and Micky cried out, trying not to come, not yet. God, please, not yet. His body thrummed with need, mouth open, panting against Hero’s lips, and then just before he was going to come, Hero tightened his hold, finger wrapped around the base and staved it off.
Micky whimpered, but kissed him in appreciation. He pressed a third finger into himself, and Hero’s hands went to his ass, rubbing and massaging up to his lower back and down to his upper thighs.
Micky doubted three fingers was enough preparation. He doubted four would be enough.
He didn’t care. Yanking himself away from Hero’s intoxicating mouth, Micky slinked back a bit. Hero’s hands spread on his thighs. He stared at Hero’s erection, licked his lips and touched it with a single finger. Hero shuddered, eyes wide, begging.
Micky smiled and dumped lube right onto his dick. He grabbed it, wrapped his fingers around the width and stroked. Hero shuddered again and babbled the same word over and over again.
“Yeah, hurry,” Micky said, getting what he meant when he felt Hero’s dick pulse under his hand.
He let go, and Hero whimpered.
Getting back into position, Micky reached behind him and lifted Hero’s cock. He sighed, eyes shut, as the soft head spread his cleft and then shivered as it brushed up and over his entrance. He teased himself, cock jerking and dripping precome.
Hero cried out from the sensations, and Micky knew he was too close to tease and didn’t really care. He held Hero firmly and pressed back. He bit his lower lip as the wide head breached him. It hurt, just enough to make him pause, just for a second, but Hero, of course didn’t know that, and lifted his hips with a whimper. Micky gasped at being penetrated too fast and too soon by something too thick. Hero babbled again, pulling back. Micky still had a hold of the base of him and went with him, to keep him inside his body. He didn’t want Hero to think he was hurting him.
Hero’s eyes shut tight, his fingers clenched, and then his body shuddered, and he cried out, body shaking as he pumped Micky full of come.
Micky smiled, gently clenching his muscles and sliding more of Hero into his body.
Hero whimpered, eyes wide with worry and Micky leaned over him, hands running over his neck and shoulders and kissed him, over and over, whispering things that Hero definitely didn’t understand.
Hero’s breath calmed, his body relaxed and his hands fell to Micky’s knees, rubbing softly.
Micky pulled away from his lips and smiled.
Hero’s smile was fleeting, eyes fluttering open and shut.
Micky stroked his own erection, and very carefully twisted his hips, lowered himself on Hero’s still-firm dick and whimpered oh-my-god-so-stretched-fuck-so-good until he was sitting in Hero’s lap.
Definitely needed more prep.
Micky gasped, mouth open and shut, licking his lips again and again. He gripped Hero’s strong chest with both hands and slowly lifted himself up and down on Hero’s cock.
Hero moaned. One hand hooked around Micky’s neck and yanked him down for more kisses, and his other hand wrapped around Micky’s erection. It didn’t take long for Micky’s orgasm to grow, twist through his body, growing quickly from all the sensations.
Micky pulled away from his mouth with a wet smack, rolled his hips back and lifted, going a little faster, a little stronger. Hero’s dick squelched in and out of him, through his own mess.
A few more minutes and he was going to come from being penetrated so deep, and the webbing on his hand twisting just right over the head of his dick. He sat back, slowing his movement, head tilted. His fingers trailed up his chest and then ghosted over the cut. He opened his eyes, met Hero’s curious gaze and smiled. With his other hand he reached down and hooked his hand at the back of his neck and pulled him up. The hammock swayed dangerously, and they readjusted all without Hero sliding out of Micky’s body.
Micky tilted his head to the side, and Hero leaned forward, shaking breath warm on his skin. His mouth closed around skin, and then he sucked, hard, not bothering to watch his teeth. The pain shot up Micky’s spine, he arched his body into Hero’s and moved, up and down, fast on the wide cock spreading him almost too much.
Hero grunted, hand gripping Micky’s ass, moving him faster and harder. Webbed fingers gripped his erection again, and Micky cried out, yanking himself back, hands on Hero’s knees for leverage. Blood dripped down his chest, and Micky’s eyes shot open, mouth wide with a soundless scream. His body shuddered, cock pulsing and he shot come all over Hero’s chest. He collapsed, but didn’t fall, because Hero held him up, body still moving, thrusting up into him.
Micky wrapped his arms around Hero’s neck, lips spread in a sated smile. Hero whimpered and cried out, vocalizing his pleasure in a common language of lust and greed. Shouts, cries and whimpers.
Micky kissed Hero’s skin, nibbled on his ear. He tightened his sated muscles, gripped Hero’s back and breathed, moaned and gasped into his ear.
“Mi-yee, Mi-yee, Mi-yee.”
Micky shuddered at the desperation in his voice, in the unknown words falling from his lips. He held on to Hero’s shoulders and met his thrusts, slamming his hips down and their whimpers molded and their bodies shuddered, and Hero shouted, voice ripped out of his throat as he came inside Micky again.
They fell into the hammock, twisted and content, lips pressing in random places while their bodies calmed down.
“Mi-yee,” Hero whispered, voice hoarse.
Micky lifted his head and their lips met.
Hero’s breath was still a little short, and he lifted a hand to show Micky again that he had to get back in the water.
Micky smiled, and used his chest to push up. He lifted his hips, and moaned, lowering his body before Hero could slip out of him. Hero echoed his moan and then whimpered. Micky laughed as he did it again, and then with Hero’s hands on his hips, he lifted all the way off, gasping as Hero slipped free and slapped against his thigh. Come dripped from his body.
More than a little curious, Micky reached to his thighs and scooped up a clump. He brought it to his lips and sucked on his fingers. Hero’s eyes were wide as Micky reached for more. It tasted saltier, sort of like seaweed, and wasn’t any more unpleasant than his own come.
Hero grabbed his wrist as he went for more, and even Micky could feel how dry his skin was. With an apologetic smile, Micky did his best to climb off him. Still unsteady, he used the dresser to keep himself up and watched as Hero stood up. Come dripped off the tip of his flaccid penis and Micky licked his lips, dropped to his knees and flicked his tongue over the tip.
Hero’s hands landed on his head and he yanked Micky away with a pointed look, but not before his cock twitched in interest.
Micky laughed, pressed a quick kiss to it and then sat back on his knees. Hero smiled, trailed a finger down his cheek, and leaned down for a quick kiss. He headed for the water and Micky used the dresser to stand and followed after him.
Hero slipped into the tank and then turned around, arms bent on the edge. Micky sat in the sand and didn’t protest when Hero laid his head on his thigh. His tail flipped out of the water, and Micky rubbed his cheek.
“I love you,” Micky whispered.
Hero tilted his head up and looked at him. Micky wondered if Hero understood the words, or at least recognized them as something someone else had said. He smiled, so Micky decided it was the latter. He wondered if Hero would ever understand the words or the emotions behind them.
Micky’s life hadn’t been a lot to brag about, but he’d given it up for this merman. Hero pulled him into the water, their lips met and Micky knew that it had been worth it.
Epilogue: Paradise
Part 6: Peace Offering
Part 5: Pillow Talk
Part 4: Sleep Walking
Part 3: Rude Awakening
Part 2: Mythical Dream
Part 1: Close Encounter
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