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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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"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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