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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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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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"My dearest, Alecto," he says, haltingly, turning to face him; Daphne hiccoughs at the movement and then opens her mouth to yell in protest and it takes a few moments to settle her down again after a spate of fitful wailing. Avery looks at her in amazed fascination, apparently horrified and enthralled at hearing such a loud noise from such a small person.
"Dearest," he tries again, staring at him intently. "If you had told me I'd never be able to see you again after tonight, I'd still count it worth the cost. It was never -" he stops, shakes his head, "I should have known better, what it means to keep you from the ocean, away from that part of you. I shouldn't have -" The guilt rises in him again, choking out the words.
"I love you, all of you," he whispers. "Every part of you, even the part that takes you far away from me, to the depths where I cannot follow." He looks at Daphne again, at Avery, who is counting her fingers out one by one with his own chubby hands wrapped around her wrists, marveling at the difference in size. "Just as I love our children - even the ones we don't have yet, and know that one day they'll also go away from me."
"I don't want to miss what we can have," he says, closing his eyes again, "because I'm so anxious about what I know we can't."
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"Shh," he soothes, "I understand." He murmurs the rest of his words against the part of Joshua's mouth, this promise meant just for the two of them. "It's why I've decided to gift you my coat." It's a symbolic gesture, rooted in old ocean sorcery. It's weighty, not a promise made lightly as it meant a certain sacrifice and more importantly, a trust. "And all I ask is that you allow me to return to the waters that birthed me every full moon. The rest of the time, I'm yours. All yours. Only yours."
He pulls back slightly now, smiling down at their children now both dozing off, curled around each other.
"There's just one more thing I need from you, darling," he says, his own eyes just a little damp now. "The ring you married me with. May I have it back?"
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Even if he didn't understand the full significance of what Alecto was promising, he can recognize the import, the weight that Alecto was putting on it. The thought of being without Alecto for barely fourteen days in a year seems like an unimaginable luxury, after the desert of the past few months. He has a ready answer: "Even if I could only see you one day in every ten years, that would be enough. You would be enough."
When he hears Alecto's request his cheeks pink slightly and he glances away, unable to meet his eyes. He reaches for the thin silver chain around his neck, tugs the thin gold band Alecto had left behind out from where it rested, still warm from being pressed against his bare skin, over his heart. He unhooks the chain clumsily, lets the silvery links pool in the palm of his hand as he offers it out to Alecto, silently.
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Alecto falls in love with Joshua Archer all over again.
His eyes widen as he sees the ring appear from where it lay beneath Joshua’s shirt, against his warm chest. When Alecto finally takes the band and slides it onto his finger, he feels like he’s finally home.
His cheeks are pink as he thinks on that reality and he looks at Joshua with a renewed hunger.
“Thank you,” he says, his eyes tracing his husband’s figure, savoring this new relearning of each other. “Could you — help me tuck the kids in for a bit. Let them sleep out here just a while.”
A heavy pause. Alecto’s tongue slides out to wet his lips, like he’s starved all of a sudden. His voice takes on a slightly lower tone, nearly a growl but now quite. “And please go wait for me in the bedroom?”
He wonders if his intentions are clear.
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He moves almost as though he's in a daze, but he knows all the steps by heart, even with the addition of Daphne, gently arranging the children into what would (hopefully) be an uninterrupted slumber, banks the fire so it would keep them warm until morning, tucking them under a veritable nest of blankets and pillows. Avery looks completely worn out from the excitement, having falling asleep between one moment and the next, still holding Daphne's small hand.
Then he walks towards the bedroom as directed, his steps light, hopeful, every single part of him wondering, anticipating. It's truly a wonder that he can still even walk, that he isn't crawling across the floor on hands and knees, overcome with the emotions of the moment, the ever-present but newly renewed desire to give Alecto absolutely anything and everything he wanted that Joshua could make or provide.
Even himself.
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Alecto makes sure the children are peacefully resting before gliding to the bedroom and locking the door once he’s there. He slowly slides out of his sealskin, blissfully naked beneath it all. While he does so, every movement seemingly curated in perfect grace, and he pretends as if his husband isn’t even there, allowing him the simple pleasure of watching his wife get undressed, leaving nothing else on his body now except for the gold band on his ring finger.
A beat, as he holds the shimmering skin in his arms, eyes drawn to the view of his husband, that look on his face so filled with the need to please - it makes Alecto suck in a sharp breath.
“As promised,” he whispers, handing his sealskin over to Joshua, offering it up, and offering himself in the process as well.
He steps close, closer still, until they’re almost touching, the tips of their noses almost bumping. The magical fur between them presses agInsf their skin.
“Go ahead,” he murmurs, an idea occurring to him. “Lay it out. Let me see you on it.” His expression is knowing. He’s sure Joshua has done this before, has been unable to tear himself away from being in contact with the coat the moment he was allowed to touch it. It was a peculiar weakness in human men that selkies all knew was true: that once faced with such special, unobtainable magic, they’d be helplessly seduced.
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He's not fully aware of making a soft pleading noise, low in his throat, as Alecto offers the sealskin up to him, giving it to him, in a way that had never been possible before when Joshua had only ever been an interim custodian after its initial theft, stroking it in a stolen moment until he'd locked it away in a mix of cowardice and attempted self-control. His own fingers flex at his sides as though to recall that remembered soft silken warmth, before he slowly reaches out, burying his fingers in it and seeking Alecto's hands within the luxurious folds as they stand together. He feels warmth throughout his body, completely ignoring the slight chill in the air.
"Yes, dearest," he murmurs, soft, obedient, the flush in his cheeks spreading down through his neck and throat and chest. He takes hold of the sealskin, reverent and awed, and then lays it down on the neatly made bed before he climbs up on top of it, sighing out a breath like a prayer, settling to his knees, legs spread slightly for balance, before he rests his cheek down against the sealskin.
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"How did I ever get so lucky?" He murmurs as he follows, drawn to Joshua, kneeling behind him and running pale hands all over his waist, leaning over him to kiss a line down his spine, all the way to the back of his neck. Alecto noses at the short hair there, breathing his husband in with a happy sigh.
"I can't wait to make you squirm tonight, darling," he says, a little dreamily, so happy to have this rare chance to do so. His hands rub little circles against Joshua's hip, eager to dig his fingers in (soon, he thinks, very soon -). His breath is hot against the shell of Joshua's ear as he whispers sweet promises to him before he gives the curve of it a sweet, sharp nip with his teeth.
Beneath them both, his sealskin is soft and glossy, shimmering in the dim firelight. It won't stain easily, he thinks, thankful. A quick dip in the salt of the sea would ease all such filth off its shiny pile. So they could get as nasty as they'd like tonight. And Alecto sure plans to.
He moves again now, back down to settle behind Joshua, running his hands over the hard curve of his ass cheeks before slowly pulling him open and leaning in to tongue at that tight ring of muscle clenching there, rimming his husband patiently, eager to eat him out until he's positively sobbing.
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Joshua muffles a sob into the sealskin, eyes already damp with the intensity of pleasure before Alecto even manages to get his mouth and hands on him, his fingers clenching and relaxing in the thick fur. This was also Alecto - an intrinsic part of him, his heart and soul as a selkie made manifest in physical form. For Joshua to be able, privileged, to touch -
"Oh-!" he cries out, his body shivering with reaction. It feels so decadent, to be invited in such a way, taken in such a way, and even if he had enough mind left to be worried about desecrating the skin in some way with himself, the way Alecto tastes him, plunders his tongue into his body, possessive and assured, would be enough to drive such considerations out of his mind.
"Dearest - Alecto - nngh - " he can't think of anything to say, simply arches his back, leaning into the tender, loving treatment and spilling words of pleasure and encouragement and desperate, all-consuming love into the space between them, his tears dampening the sealskin with flecks of salt and water, glistening in the light.
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His fingers spread wider, scissoring just a little as he drinks in the sight of his husband falling apart piece by piece. He makes sure Joshua is positively squirming before he moves on, pumping himself a bit, smearing the wetness at the tip of his cock down along the shaft. Fuck, he can't wait any longer -
Alecto surges up, like a pale, warm breath misting in the cold, and drapes himself over Josh's body, sliding his hands down those strong arms - arms that build and haul and hold and provide - and presses his tongue to his husband's spine, licking down the line of it until Alecto reaches the back of his neck. He bites down on the skin there, some primal instinct driving his actions, while his hips work to position himself just right, driving his hard, throbbing cock into his husband's eager hole, slowly, inch by inch. He fucks him open a bit more jaggedly and desperately than he had planned to, little haphazard jerks of his hips as he tries to find the right angle to plow deeper, giving Joshua as much time as he needs to adjust, knowing the prep was a bit lacking, all human reasoning slowly slipping out of Alecto's mind as he gives into a more raw, animalistic side of him.
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His body opens for Alecto, practically straining in obedience to the physical demand of his cock driving into him. The feeling of Alecto's tongue dancing up along his back and spine, his hands on Josh's body, holding him down, the sting of his teeth, possessive and hungry, almost savage. Any pain he might have felt is quickly lost in the flood of sensation, tilting his hips up eagerly to try to help things along.
"Dearest-" he gasps, incoherent already, the sound wet with tears and spit and adoration. "Dearest I'm-"
"Don't stop," he begs, his body tensed against his own orgasm. "Please don't stop..."
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He's doing his best to hold out, to wait until -
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"More, dearest, please," he begs, incoherent with tears, straining around the length of Alecto's cock still buried inside him, his body greedy to continue being used for their mutual pleasure. "I want to be so full of you it leaks out of me when I move, I've never felt as close to you as this before - oh! Alecto, love, please... I need you, need this..." he buries his face in the silken soft pile of Alecto's fur, muffling his own words. Just the thought is almost enough to wind him up into another orgasm.
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"Beautiful," he breathes, almost savagely as he thrusts particularly hard, shoving Joshua forward onto the furs beneath him, wet now with sweat and semen, smearing in equal measure against his husband's bare chest. The sight of it - the smell of it all too - makes Alecto moan raw like an animal. "You're so beautiful, my darling, all mine." Although his words are rough, his voice is consistently smooth like flowing water, a gentle melody.
His pace suddenly increases as he wraps his arms around Joshua, one hand clawing up around his throat, and pulls him upright in a surprising burst of strength, so that Joshua's back is pressed against his chest. With the help of gravity, Alecto continues to frantically fuck into his husband, his mate, relishing in this new, deeper angle, until finally, finally he reaches that cresting wave in the pit of his belly and comes with a near howl. It's so intense, his vision practically whites out, his mind buzzing with nonsensical static.
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