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[chopoffyourhead]

Hmm. [An amused look at that comment.] There are some pretty interesting things in there, yes.

[There's a small shiver that comes from the feeling of it against his hands.]

I see...

[He leans forward and up, brushing a kiss along Floyd's jawline.]

I think a little reward is in order.

[He presses his palm more firmly to the underside and strokes down, thumb in particular pressing and dragging down the middle.]

[eelusive]

Ehe~ You and your rewards…

[Not that he minds. Floyd’s incredibly reward driven, so whatever positive reinforcement Riddle has, he’s going to take.

And, oh, is it ever positive indeed.

Floyd shudders from head to tail, fins upright and abdominal muscles contracting, because he swears he’s a million times more sensitive in this form than in his human one. It makes sense. He never needs to have his cock out for anything but mating, so it’s bound to be, well… touch-starved, for lack of better term.

Claws dig into Riddle’s back for only a moment before he’s swooping down, taking his face in his webbed hands, and trying to steal a kiss. It’s not a common display of affection for his kind… but it feels good nonetheless.

[chopoffyourhead]

You like my rewards.

[And why wouldn't he continue to use such an effective form of encouragement?

Oh, he's very sensitive...

Riddle slowly strokes back up when Floyd suddenly swoops for him. There is a brief moment of tension, because despite all appearances, Riddle hasn't forgotten that he's in the grasp of a predator who could tear him to shreds without so much as batting an eye.

But, when it only turns out to be a kiss, he relaxes again, eyes briefly closing as he presses back. Slowly, his hand strokes up and down Floyd's cock, letting him get used to the sensation of Riddle's hand on him.]

[eelusive]

[Riddle’s touch feels like fire on his skin, and when they kiss Floyd swears he just might melt from the inside out. His tongue explores, tangles up with Riddle’s own and leaves so little room for much more than a few breathless gasps.

Fully exposed and throbbing, his cock slicks up Riddle’s fingers with a generous amount of thick, lube-like fluid. By now he’d be fully inside another mer, writhing away until the sand clouds the water, so it makes sense he’s already excited.]

Fuck…

[he hisses, pupils fully blown and unfocused, gills fluttering against his ribs... his hands still cradling Riddle’s face.]

Faster…

[chopoffyourhead]

[Kissing underwater whilst under the effects of a water breathing potion is certainly a novel and interesting experience. He kisses Floyd back with just as much vigor, pressing his tongue against Floyd's and scraping lightly past the sharp teeth, enough to pinch but not to puncture.

And that certainly is quite a bit of that substance from Floyd... It's fascinating, learning all these things about his body.

He smiles, giving a thoughtful hum as he picks up the pace a bit.]

Can I touch your gills?

[eelusive]

Ah–

[Floyd shudders and his breath catches in his throat when Riddle picks up the pace, but it’s that question that truly intrigues him.

With a grin, he offers a single nod.]

You’re pretty curious, huh.

[Floyd thinks he likes the idea of being explored so long as it feels good.]

I don’t mind~

[chopoffyourhead]

Of course.

[Maybe it'd just be ticklish like the rest of his sides, but Riddle can't help but try.

His fingers run over them, and then, gentle and careful, he partially slides his finger under one to see how Floyd might react.]

[eelusive]

[It’s definitely ticklish, yes, but it curiously awakens something inside him. It’s reminiscent of his earlier days in Duplicity, back when he was launched into some weird dream world where he terrorized the deep and collected bones beneath the waves.

Fingers slipped inside him then… and here they are again now, causing his fins to stand on end and his entire body to shudder from the top of his head to the very tip of his fin.

He feels giddy, the combination of strokes and prods overloading his body, and with a delirious laugh and a moan Floyd bites at Riddle’s neck, somehow managing not to puncture the skin but so very close.]

H-haha… Bet it feels weird, right?

[He doesn’t say it to demean himself. But it must be true for a human who’s never touched a merman, surely.]

[chopoffyourhead]

[Oh, that's quite the reaction, and Riddle can't help but give his own gasp at the teeth on his neck.

He lets out a shuddering breath, bubbles escaping.]

It's nothing like I've ever experienced before.

Is it too much? [His cheek presses against Floyd's head.] I wouldn't want you to end up doing something you couldn't forgive yourself for.

[eelusive]

Mmm~? I'm not doin' nothin'~

[Which... doesn't really answer the question, now does it? Floyd sounds a little breathless, a little distracted, as he mindlessly works his teeth at Riddle's skin and at some point smooths his palm between his thighs. He's not reaching for anything in particular. He just... wants to touch. And squeeze a little.]

So soft~

[he purrs as the narrow end of his tail traces up Riddle's spine and slowly begins to coil around his stomach. He wants to squeeze him so bad. Bite and squeeze and roll around in the sand for hours and hours...

Floyd's jaw tenses, pressure gradually building in his bite, until the faintest taste of iron hits the tip of his tongue.]

[chopoffyourhead]

Floyd...

[He jolts a little as he's touched, giving a soft moan after. His own hand gives Floyd's dick a bit of a squeeze.

And then, his shoulder is starting to hurt more and more, until a sharp pinch has him giving a soft noise, his body shuddering.

Floyd definitely broke skin there, didn't he? Riddle's hand leaves the gills and comes up to the side of Floyd's neck. Just in case.]

Behave...

[eelusive]

[The sound doesn’t do Riddle any favors, what with it being similar enough to the noise struggling prey often makes between his teeth. Instinctively then he bites down harder, a low growl fluttering his gills when Riddle’s fingers slip away.

The mating habits of moray merfolk, as it turns out, isn’t just violent toward competition.

Is Riddle sizing him up? When he touches his neck and tells him to behave is he testing Floyd’s will? Logic would tell him no, of course not, but the blood on his lips is quicker and argues otherwise.]

… You gonna leave if I don’t?

[chopoffyourhead]

...I'll have to.

[His hand briefly leaves Floyd's length to stroke his hip.]

Don't get me wrong. It's not that I hate getting roughed up.

But I'm only human... Compared to someone like you, I'm terribly fragile.

[He murmurs to him.]

I won't let you injure me only to feel terrible for it later.

1/2

[eelusive]

[He doesn’t take to the response well.

In his urgency, Floyd abruptly unlatches and glares at Riddle face to face, red streaking through the water from the corner of his lips.]

You can’t! I don’t want you to!

[His tone is tense as he struggles with his anger. Unlike Floyd’s usual childish whines though, this time seems almost desperate.]

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[eelusive]

[And of course that’s when he sees the puncture marks left behind.

He sees his tail ready to coil, he sees his nails about to break skin on a pale thigh…

Almost instantly, Floyd’s body settles back down and he glances away, rubbing at his mouth with the heel of his palm. He repeats himself, this time softer with a touch of guilt.]

… I don’t want you to.

[chopoffyourhead]

[Riddle tenses briefly, half-expecting for Floyd to strike—

...but he stops himself. He lets out a little breath of relief, hands coming up to frame his face.]

I'm right here...

[He looks away for a moment. This isn't going to work, and it isn't fair to Floyd to have to fight his instincts so hard.

Then he looks back to Floyd.]

I have an idea. But I'll have to get out for a bit.

[A thumb swipes over his cheek.]

I'll be right back, I promise.

[eelusive]

[He eases into Riddle’s touch but his eyes can’t stay focused on his face for too long, shifting instead to look at the bite mark left behind.]

… ‘kay.

[At least Riddle isn’t one to be dishonest. So when he says he’ll come back, he’ll come back. In the meantime, Floyd loosens up his tail around Riddle’s torso… and contemplates how to settle the rest of his body down so he won’t overstimulate himself.]

[chopoffyourhead]

[He swims forward a bit and presses a kiss to Floyd's lips, giving a smile. After a moment, he lets go and swims up towards the surface, and climbs out of the tank.

Glancing at his shoulder, he knows Floyd is easily capable of much worse. It wasn't more than a superficial wound.

So, he heads out, is gone for around five minutes or so... and then he comes back in. His shoulder has been wiped off, and he walks towards the tank, setting a hand on the glass.]

Now then. Let's try this again, shall we?

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[eelusive]

[While Riddle’s gone, Floyd tries to keep himself preoccupied by swimming around the tank, twisting and twirling but eventually stopping when the erratic motions prove to be a little too much for his sensitive body. Even after retracting his length back inside himself, the anticipation of Riddle’s return keeps Floyd on edge.

He’s swimming in slow circles near the bottom of the tank when he sees the door finally open.]

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[eelusive]

Goldfishie~!

[Floyd perks up instantaneously, rocketing toward the glass and pressing his palms to the surface.

… But someone else is also very excited to see him.

As soon as he draws near, there Floyd’s cock goes, springing free and pointing at the other boy in record time.]

[chopoffyourhead]

[He can't help but laugh.]

Shameless as always, I see.

[He says it fondly, then pulls away his hand and gestures for it as he climbs back up to the top of the tank.

But this time, he doesn't immediately dive in.

Instead, he leans over, holding his forearm in front of him.]

Here... try biting me now. Don't be afraid of breaking skin.

[Because this time, he'll find that there's considerably more resistance when he does. He'll still be able to puncture him, but he'll really have to put effort into it.]

[eelusive]

[Expecting Riddle to dive in again, Floyd swims over to the entrance platform… but when there’s no splash he sticks half his head up above the water, curious.]

Goldfishie?

[What’s he doing holding his arm out? … Oh.]

… Seriously?

[His fins wiggle as he draws closer and when he rolls his body to rise above the surface he gently bumps his forehead against Riddle’s fingers. Bite him, huh. He makes it sound so simple…

Floyd stays where he is a moment longer, enjoying the contrast of warmth against his cold skin, but soon enough a clawed hand reaches up to cup the back of Riddle’s own and glide upward toward his elbow. At the same time, Floyd presses his lips to Riddle’s palm, savors the feel of his heartbeat, then gradually traces up his wrist with the flat of his tongue.

Unlike before, he takes his time as if he’s enjoying some sort of delicacy. He wants to, he wants to… and finally he does, sparing Riddle one last hungry glance before unhinging his jaw and sinking his teeth into his skin.

There’s resistance, there’s pressure… but so far no blood. He growls low but somehow manages to stop himself from breaking the skin. When he unlatches, Floyd is visibly breathing faster.]

What’d you do?

[chopoffyourhead]

[Riddle gives a nod, watching Floyd. He braces himself...

At Floyd's heightened breath, he gives a grin.]

Potions are handy things. Just so happens we had one for physical resistance, too.

[...and because Riddle is Riddle, he left money for both of them despite being staff.

With that, he slips into the water, giving Floyd a sultry grin.]

Ready for round two, my moray?

[eelusive]

Oho~? You’re a clever goldfish.

[Floyd’s familiar with the mating habits of other merfolk too, how the less fearsome looking of them will sing to wayward sailors and coax them to the edge of their ships. Some show kindness, others deceit. But no matter the species, all merfolk, at least in Floyd’s opinion, are quite skilled in the art of persuasion.

So as Riddle slips into the water and calls him his own once more, he grins wide and takes a page out of the kinder merfolk’s books, cupping Riddle’s face and maintaining direct eye contact as he guides him further out into the tank but not yet below the water.

Maybe he’s already said it before, but even if he has, he wants to say it again,]

Y’know, I hate the idea of anyone owning me. … But I kinda like being yours.

[He lifts above the water just a bit, looming over Riddle and admiring his precious little face as he caresses his cheeks with his thumbs. From there he kisses him slowly but deeply, tail lifting beneath the other boy’s thighs just in case he needs something to lean up against to stay afloat.]

[chopoffyourhead]

I just want us both to be able to properly enjoy ourselves.

[...oh, there's that sudden gentleness again.

Feeling a blush ride to his cheeks, he allows himself to be led deeper into the tank, further away from "safety".

Something about Floyd saying that while in this form, holding him so tenderly and looking at him with those warm eyes has his heart skipping a beat, his breath catching momentarily.

He lets out a breath, then happily melts into that kiss, body settling against Floyd's tail and his arms coming up to rest on Floyd's shoulders.

Slowly, he lets out a pleased sigh as he sinks completely into it.]