Prompt - Something Lost, Something Found

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SONG OF THE SEA ( joshua, alecto ) A selkie far from home, searching for his coat. He meets a kind, lonely, young fisherman who tends the lighthouse near the sea.

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His blush inks pink all over his body. Never has he been with a man who took his time, who admired him like this. His previous husband surely had never. He had been greedy and handsy and adored Alecto hard for certain but so much of their lovemaking had been solely for Nathaniel's pleasure, nothing more. He had his way with his wife when he wanted, and how he wanted, using their marriage as an excuse for his behavior and carelessness, and if anything, Alecto learned quickly how to look after himself after the fact (so to speak. And it's not that the sex had always been bad. Nathaniel was a very capable lover, just very narrow minded and not all that creative. Alecto was used to accommodating his man in one position and one position only and that became dull very quickly. There was once he actually nodded off, and thankfully Nathaniel had been too drunk to notice or care).

But now there's Joshua. Joshua who is touching him like he's made of gold and light. Joshua who is kissing down his body as if he wanted to worship and remember every curve and bend. Joshua who was telling him he's beautiful, filling Alecto's chest with a big feeling he hasn't felt in a very long time.

Alecto's hands move slowly into Joshua's hair, smoothing the gold strands. "You're sweet," he says, gently, and means it. You're so good to me. You see me. You're not like the others.

He's not sure what might happen next, though his hips sway lightly up, subconsciously yearning for contact. Alecto has never seen a man in such a position before, below him. If anything, Alecto is the one used to being there, used to offering his mouth and throat, a man's hand against the back of his head, so -

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He leans infinitesimally against Alecto's fingers in his hair, but then he ducks his head down, fingers stroking along the crease between his spread wide-thighs, feeling the dampness slowly gathering there. His palms press - gentle but firm - against Alecto's skin, holding him open, supporting him as he arches up, and then he leans in with a quickly muffled groan of pleasure, tongue sliding over Alecto, savoring the taste of him here at his core, the sea-salt warmth of his body with every indication of delight at being allowed to take this liberty.

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Alecto mewls, the feeling so novel and wonderful and oh - he can definitely get used to this.

He whispers Joshua's name like a plea as he lets the pleasure slowly rise in him as he's thoroughly eaten out, little undulating waves shocking his body at every flick of tongue, every obscene bit of suction. There's a point where he feels Joshua's thumbs move down to pull his damp folds apart more that makes Alecto lose it, arching his back entirely off the surface of the bed, his mouth falling open on a tiny, helpless cry.

And when he comes it's wet and sudden and shivering, his toes curling from the effort. His grip in Joshua's hair is tight and desperate. He never wants to let go.

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He gentles his movements as he feels Alecto come, body clenching around his tongue, his face and chin damp with the evidence of Alecto's pleasure. He can't pull away with Alecto's grip on his hair; nor does he really want to, perfectly content to stay here between his legs, feeling him fall apart from Joshua's touch.

His tongue darts out, experimentally, as Alecto's body settles again, and he hums with his lips pressed against him, just a little vibration of stimulation before he sets to again with a will, muffling the hungry moans that seem to rise from somewhere unconscious and intrinsic in his being in the wet warmth of Alecto, tugging against his fingers to get even closer, reveling in the sting of his scalp being pulled tight as Alecto's yanks on his hair, barely breathing, just reveling in the scent of him here as Joshua tries to take him apart again with his fingers and lips and tongue.

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He gasps - "Joshua, please, please - I -" - utterly surprised and overstimulated that he practically writhes when he feels more tongue, more pressure, searching fingers.

"I can't - I, really -" His words are urgent but meaningless, even to his own ears. Because that heat in the pit of his stomach is gathering again, settling deep and sharp inside -

It's hopeless for him. Done for, really. His pretty, pale thighs are shining with his own slick as he grinds down on the face of the man beneath him, vision whiting out as he comes a second time, very suddenly, and the sound that's torn from his throat is akin to a sob. He spills himself out again to the warm, adoring heat of Joshua's mouth, helplessly, beautifully. This last orgasm wracks his entire frame and for a little while later, his mind goes completely blank. His eyes are wet but he's overjoyed, having never been treated like this before, never had his own pleasure prioritized and so wanted.

Fuck.

He's in love.

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The sounds Alecto makes, the way his body undulates for Joshua with each movement, the taste of him spilling into Joshua's mouth, absolutely surrounding him - it's all too much for him. He whimpers softly, almost inaudibly, a shudder running through his own body as he muffles the sound he makes when his own orgasm overtakes him in the space between Alecto's legs, breathless and wanting, spilling into his own clothes.

He laps delicately at Alecto, little kitten licks against sensitive skin, eyes closed and settled quiet on their shared bed, before he sighs and pulls away reluctantly, looking down at Alecto's face with a soft smile, satisfaction warring with affection in what he feels more at that very moment.