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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In all the time they'd been together before their marriage, they'd never done this. Joshua had been too aware of how Alecto had been treated before in his prior marriage - and too unsure of himself, of being able to give Alecto what he wanted, or even needed. Just being able to touch him, to have the privilege of bringing him any small pleasure, was already an honor that he deeply cherished; hearing and feeling Alecto fall apart for him, tasting satisfaction on his tongue, feeling it on his own face - Joshua could be content with that, and nothing more, for the rest of his days.

So the enormity of his whispered provocation, the clarity of Alecto's desires - the idea of a family with him...

Joshua is helpless to do anything other than obey Alecto, and it is only this that keeps him enough in control of himself to do another other than embarrass himself utterly. But what Alecto asked for, he would do his utmost to fulfill.

"Yes," he breathes out, leaning into Alecto's kisses, his uncontrived seduction. "I can do that." There is a hint of wry amusement in his tone, as he reaches out for Alecto's hands where they are hooked in the hem of the skimpy material, doing absolutely nothing for modesty and driving Joshua absolutely out of his mind with lust.

"Do you want to keep your pretty dress on, dearest? Because I don't know what state it will be in by the end of this."

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"I'll keep it on," he murmurs. "So you can ruin it while you ruin me."

One of his hands comes up into Joshua's hair and directs his face so that they can kiss fully, open mouthed and hungry and adoring. Alecto does his utmost to show his clear, obvious desire: he knows how cautious Joshua is with him, burdened by the knowledge of his previous relationship, the ugly color of it. But Alecto wants to urge him to think less, feel more and he wants to see his husband confident, knowing that his wife yearns for him and is desperate to fulfill his every desire. Alecto wants him to feel comfortable leaving the past behind, as Alecto himself has chosen to do, fleeing the freedom of wind and sea and magic all just to love this one man and forge a life with him.

And so far, it had been more than worth it.

Alecto reaches his other hand down, tracing Joshua's broad chest and waist, chiseled by years of hard labor, and slides it down under the band of his slacks, gripping the hard bulge of him. He strokes the already hard length, slowly, eagerly, trying to get a sense for its girth and size. He smiles against Joshua's mouth. "I can't wait, darling."

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He stifles a groan of reaction and forces himself to pull away, off the bed so that he can take his clothes off. Generally their interactions in this space had been focused on Alecto - though he'd certainly explored Joshua's body in return - and it feels incredible as always to have Alecto's hands on him, curious and assessing, mutually expressing their desire, their want, for each other. He strips not with grace, but with alacrity, the golden rays of sun pouring in through the window very generous and merciful, lending an unaccustomed glamor to his body, giving Alecto a clear, unobstructed view. (Sunset at the lighthouse was typically when duties started, getting the lamps ready for the evening; it was not common for them to spend these hours together.)

He feels oddly shy, under this unaccustomed scrutiny, more comfortable with exclaiming over Alecto's perfection, with practically demonstrating his regard and devotion with his hands and mouth.

But Alecto wanted - a family. Children. With Joshua.

He shifts back onto the bed, unable to stay away, reaches for Alecto to pull him close for a kiss, pressing their bodies together, bare skin and satin and warmth and home, letting Alecto feel exactly how eager he was to begin to give him all this, his erection caught between them as his hips thrust forward, shallowly, seeking more contact and sensation.

"I don't think I can wait either," he confesses. Alecto feels so soft against him, so pliant and eager.

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He doesn't say this enough, he thinks, as he watches Joshua strip himself of his simple clothes, so he makes a point to do so now: "You're gorgeous, darling. Really. I'm so...so lucky to have you." The way the light hits his skin almost makes him glow, haloed with gold. Alecto's eyes are alight with profound love in this very moment, making his chest feel so full, full to bursting.

So, enthusiastically, he lets out a pretty little groan once Joshua's back on him, pulling him up to sit in his lap. The new position thrills him, his mouth parting to feel Joshua's tongue searching, probing. But it's not enough. Alecto feels hot, hot urgency pumping through his veins as they continue to make out and all elegancy and poetry is soon lost to him as his hands race down to hike the edge of the slip dress up over his hips. It's a crude action, rushed, but Alecto doesn't care. His husband is saying something but he barely hears him, focused only on how he feels suddenly very needy, incredibly horny, as if he were in actual heat, driven by nothing but sheer lustful instinct to mate as he grabs hold of Joshua's huge cock - pumps it once, twice - and guides it unceremoniously into himself, feels the thick head press into his sopping wet cunt with an obscene sound. It feels incredible already and Alecto allows himself to sink down slowly on the shaft, letting gravity do most of the work, and the feeling of finally, finally being fucked into makes Alecto moan, practically a howl, against his husband's lips.

"Yes," he breathes, even if the initial penetration stings, stretching his inner walls wide, and he has to allow himself a moment to adjust, already panting.

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He startles forward, drawn into Alecto's urgency and pace, overriding all concern and care and consideration. He shudders under Alecto's touch, under the heated clench of his body, the wet, soft vicegrip of his cunt, welcoming, urging, forcing Joshua's cock into himself and he whimpers, the desperate, needy sound of it muffled against Alecto's mouth.

"I'll do it," he whispers, hoarse, almost tearful, his lips off-center now, wet with desire as he mouths at Alecto's cheek, the sensitive spot just below his ear, as his hands slide down along Alecto's body to support his hips, to help center him as he takes Joshua's cock into his body for the very first time. "All of me is yours, dearest."

He shivers against Alecto, waiting for him to adjust fully, but he can't help the unconscious motion of his hips, thrusting in incremental amounts into that irresistible warmth, each hitch of his body burying himself deeper. "Just say the word, dearest," he pleads. "Do you want me to fill you with my come? I want to see you absolutely dripping, I don't want to stop being in you until we're sure it's taken, I want you to be so full of me you can't imagine ever being empty again. I want you in every single way it is possible to have you."

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Everything that Joshua is saying makes Alecto dizzy with roaring thirst. "Yes," he continues, a sort of mantra as he feels Joshua restrain himself from thrusting, just that tiny tremor of movement threatening to overwhelm them both. He wants nothing more than to break that last line of self-control, to drive Joshua over the edge into maddening, unstoppable need.

"Yes, yes, yes." Alecto's mind is empty except for warm imaginings of their future, of their happy, loud little pups filling the cottage by the sea with laughter, mischief, and love. He yearns for that, can't wait to give this reality to the both of them. "I want it," he pants back, his hands wild and disobedient, running all over Josh's face, his hair, the back of his neck and shoulders as his own hips start to rock, slicking the base of Joshua's shaft with wet arousal. He grinds against him as he continues to spur him on, adding fuel to their mutual fire. "I want it so badly. Take me, make me yours, pump me full of you. And don't stop until you're sure I'm bred - oh, gods, Joshua, please, move -!"

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Joshua moves, as if there's nothing else in his mind, nothing he could do other than obey Alecto's plea. He groans, unrestrained and desperate, hips thrusting up into him, his body understanding what to do even if his mind is blank. His fingers dig into Alecto's hips, balancing him in his lap and bouncing him up and down, gravity tugging him down at the same time he thrusts up. It's slick and hot and so good, thoughtless and elemental. He can't even blush at his lack of stamina, not with Alecto squirming and eager in his lap, touching him all over, demanding his release, demanding to be filled.

He comes, just a breath between one moment and another, like falling, like a sigh, collapsing into Alecto with a desperate whimper.

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He comes just a second after Joshua does, a damp and sticky mess, clenching around his husband as he stays bottomed out in his lap with a luscious squish. He feels filled to the brim, warm, hot cum seeping out of him, overflowing between them both and he keens in pleasure.

"I," he begins, pressing their sweaty foreheads together in a sweet gesture, "love you, my darling. Ardently."

They fuck again, this time with Alecto on top, riding Joshua slowly, sensually, working to drive him mad with overstimulation and constant attention. He is patient here, sucking a series of love bites all over his husband's skin, whispering his devotion against throat, cheek, mouth, temple, heart. After that though, it's nothing but feral and rough, with Alecto on his hands and knees, his husband pounding into him from behind, a large hand on Alecto's neck, holding him in place as he breeds him just like he had been asked to, his thick seed eventually slipping down the backs of Alecto's thighs, messy and lewd.

By the time they're finally done, sated and calm, Alecto is aching and sore and curled happily against Joshua's heaving chest, his eyes fluttering closed. He feels far too full, properly used, loved. The bed is in shambled, stained with their mingled spend. The whole room reeks of sex and sweat and that constant undercurrent of seasalt.