Oh wow. I hate when this happens. (This is why I just like to hang in one corner of the fanet)
So, apparently, I never posted this. So, here it is.
[Originally posted 4/7/2013 on Tumblr]
A/N: This is for maelikki’s recent merman art. I was lucky enough to be in her stream today and watch all this come alive. And while I promised a drabble initially, this sort of spiraled, and well…
Here there be merporn! Nohmmy merporn!
Ye be warned!
Tommy pushed. He didn’t have time to look back, watch the confused flailing of other, smaller creatures caught in his wake. Much as he enjoyed seeing them spin in helpless circles, he had to keep going, had to best him - for once. He was the fastest of his people and he wouldn’t come in second to anyone!
The end was in sight. Just a little further…
He slammed into a chest and they both drifted sideways. Hands closed about his arms as the other moved behind him with an all too easy flick of lightning quick tail.
"I won," Noh’s voice rasped huskily against his ear.
Tommy sniffed defiantly.
"Now, about my prize…"
Teeth raked across his skin, causing Tommy to stiffen. “No."
"Now, now. We agreed."
Tommy squirmed. “Noh…"
A chuckle, deep and rumbling rippled the water around them. “A wager is a wager.”
Tommy bit his lip to stifle any errant noises too weak to remain inside him as sharp teeth nipped his shoulder, followed by a cool tongue.
“And you did lose.”
“I did no-OH!” His fin rotated in a wobbly circle as his hips pushed back into the solid form of his opponent.
“Lose. Win.” A tongue drifted upward lazily, following the curve of his neck. “It’s all the same in the end.” He rubbed up against him and Tommy could feel the distinct touch of previously uninitiated contact.
“What?” he gasped, trying to turn around and have a look at what was brushing against his scales so intimately. Sharp teeth nipped the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
“Hold still.”
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
His arms were rucked up behind him and Noh-Varr clasped them both in a strong grip. His free hand slid down Tommy’s belly, making his muscles jump. It traveled around, fingertips brushing the edges of his gills. His breath caught, entire being focused on the pinpoints of sensation.
“Hasn’t anyone told you how little fins are born?”
Tommy flushed, powerful fin whipping back and sadly missing it’s target as the other breezed out of the way.
Noh-Varr chuckled again, bringing his fin back in range and smoothing it over Tommy’s. Tommy felt his body go weak with pleasure. He could tell Noh-Varr felt it too, for it earned him another nip, this time against the back of his neck. He let himself be lead in a dance as old as time. Noh-Varr’s fin smoothing over and around his own, forcing Tommy’s into erratic flails. All along it he could feel the brush of the other’s claspers. And while he did know where little fins came from, thank you very much, he wasn’t entirely certain how one went about creating little fins with someone from a different tribe. He knew it was possible, of course, but, when it came to male-male coupling, he usually stayed out of his brother’s affairs.
Suddenly, they were horizontal, riding the current at an easy pace that took little focus to maintain. Noh continued his bites, trailing them all the way down Tommy’s spine and over his hip. His fin brushed the underside of Tommy’s, drawing a moan.
He could feel the smug bastard smile, but he was too far gone to care at the moment. It pleased him to be pleased, and frankly, it was all so new and exciting, he didn’t want it to end. And then Noh-Varr’s hips crashed into his and he could feel the distinct slide of his right clasper smoothing between his scales in direct relation to the only major orifice on his lower half.
“Wha-?!”
Noh-Varr’s teeth closed over his flesh again. Tommy could read the message loud and clear. ‘Don’t struggle.’ Tommy never was good with following direction, but his instincts were in full agreement, and he always followed where they led. He forced himself to relax, body pliant beneath the sleeker finned male. With a hum of satisfaction, Noh-Varr’s grip tightened and his clasper slipped the rest of the way inside, with little resistance. Tommy swallowed. He’d never been breached before. And while it didn’t hurt, it wasn’t the most comfortable sensation either.
“Relax,” Noh-Varr soothed, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. Whether by design, or accidentally, directly over where he’d bitten him earlier. He released his hold on Tommy and slid his arms around him.
“I am relaxed,” Tommy hissed back, arms clenching at his sides.
“Relax,” he said again, hands smoothing over Tommy’s gills, causing them to flutter. He nuzzled behind his ear. “Swim with me.” His tail gave a guiding motion that took Tommy a stunned moment to follow. “That’s it,” he murmured encouragingly, as they began to move forward.
Tommy bit back a sound at the feel of Noh-Varr’s clasper moving within him. Each lazy sway of their tails propelling their bodies through the water, moved the other within him. His hands reached back, clasping about Noh-Varr’s hips.
“That’s the way.” Hands smoothed down his own hips, and over the sensitive juncture of tail and belly. Tommy’s hands clenched tighter. “Yes. Like that. Just like that.”
“I’m not…a minnow…” Tommy rasped. He’d mounted plenty of females in his time. Okay, well not exactly, but he’d been close. He’d gone around the reef, almost. Once.
Noh-Varr laughed and Tommy could feel it in his belly. “No. No you aren’t.” As if to expound their agreement, the length of his fin swept along Tommy’s, forcing his left clasper to rake across his scales.
Tommy may never have had full relations, and most certainly never with a male, but he was not about to be outdone. He bent forward, tail thrusting with enough force to set them off course. The angle left Noh with little to hold, but he adjusted easily - much to Tommy’s rising frustration. Instead, he rolled them over and took hold of Tommy’s hips, forcing him upright. Tommy curled his fin around Noh’s and got a shiver for his effort. He smirked. Two could play this game.
Reaching back, Tommy set his hands to Noh’s belly and twisted his hips, guiding his fin in a rowing motion. Noh bit him against his side, catching a gill slit between his teeth and slipping his tongue along it. Tommy’s head dropped back, his whole body jolting upward a moment later as Noh’s tongue worked into the corner and traced the delicate, extremely sensitive line all the way across Tommy’s side.
His body clenched about the clasper inside him, and the water about him went slightly murky with his release. He could feel Noh release within him, then slip free. His hips twisted and suddenly Tommy was filled again.
Okay. That just wasn’t fair.
“Cheater,” he puffed.
“I promised you a good time, didn’t I?”
Tommy nodded, tailfins flicking helplessly as Noh-Varr steered them along, at home in Tommy’s body. “I could do this all day.” He licked up Tommy’s spine, following the line as far as his neck, teeth grazing his skin once more.
Rising to the challenge, Tommy responded, “I bet I can outlast you.”
“Can you?”
“Of course I can!” he replied haughtily.
“And if I win?”
“You won’t.”
“Yes, because I am so good at losing.” His fin gave a powerful thrust, drawing a pleasured sigh from Tommy.
Tommy retaliated by pulling his fin up, forcing the clasper free, before rocking it back down.
“All right.” His grip tightened about Tommy’s hips. “Let’s see who wins first, and then decide the prize.”
“Fine with me.”
Tommy’s body shot forward suddenly, and Noh-Varr flicked his tail quickly to keep up. The merman looked over his shoulder at him, grinning widely.
“Noh?”
“Yes?”
“Prepare to lose.”
As Noh-Varr laughed, quickening his stroke to match Tommy’s, Tommy decided he didn’t much care whether he won or lost. At least in this, it wasn’t about winning or losing, not really. It was about getting what he wanted. And in that, he was doing just fine!
[Originally posted 4/7/2013 on Tumblr]
A/N: This is for maelikki’s recent merman art. I was lucky enough to be in her stream today and watch all this come alive. And while I promised a drabble initially, this sort of spiraled, and well…
Here there be merporn! Nohmmy merporn!
Ye be warned!
Tommy pushed. He didn’t have time to look back, watch the confused flailing of other, smaller creatures caught in his wake. Much as he enjoyed seeing them spin in helpless circles, he had to keep going, had to best him - for once. He was the fastest of his people and he wouldn’t come in second to anyone!
The end was in sight. Just a little further…
He slammed into a chest and they both drifted sideways. Hands closed about his arms as the other moved behind him with an all too easy flick of lightning quick tail.
"I won," Noh’s voice rasped huskily against his ear.
Tommy sniffed defiantly.
"Now, about my prize…"
Teeth raked across his skin, causing Tommy to stiffen. “No."
"Now, now. We agreed."
Tommy squirmed. “Noh…"
A chuckle, deep and rumbling rippled the water around them. “A wager is a wager.”
Tommy bit his lip to stifle any errant noises too weak to remain inside him as sharp teeth nipped his shoulder, followed by a cool tongue.
“And you did lose.”
“I did no-OH!” His fin rotated in a wobbly circle as his hips pushed back into the solid form of his opponent.
“Lose. Win.” A tongue drifted upward lazily, following the curve of his neck. “It’s all the same in the end.” He rubbed up against him and Tommy could feel the distinct touch of previously uninitiated contact.
“What?” he gasped, trying to turn around and have a look at what was brushing against his scales so intimately. Sharp teeth nipped the juncture of his neck and shoulder.
“Hold still.”
“What are you doing?” he demanded.
His arms were rucked up behind him and Noh-Varr clasped them both in a strong grip. His free hand slid down Tommy’s belly, making his muscles jump. It traveled around, fingertips brushing the edges of his gills. His breath caught, entire being focused on the pinpoints of sensation.
“Hasn’t anyone told you how little fins are born?”
Tommy flushed, powerful fin whipping back and sadly missing it’s target as the other breezed out of the way.
Noh-Varr chuckled again, bringing his fin back in range and smoothing it over Tommy’s. Tommy felt his body go weak with pleasure. He could tell Noh-Varr felt it too, for it earned him another nip, this time against the back of his neck. He let himself be lead in a dance as old as time. Noh-Varr’s fin smoothing over and around his own, forcing Tommy’s into erratic flails. All along it he could feel the brush of the other’s claspers. And while he did know where little fins came from, thank you very much, he wasn’t entirely certain how one went about creating little fins with someone from a different tribe. He knew it was possible, of course, but, when it came to male-male coupling, he usually stayed out of his brother’s affairs.
Suddenly, they were horizontal, riding the current at an easy pace that took little focus to maintain. Noh continued his bites, trailing them all the way down Tommy’s spine and over his hip. His fin brushed the underside of Tommy’s, drawing a moan.
He could feel the smug bastard smile, but he was too far gone to care at the moment. It pleased him to be pleased, and frankly, it was all so new and exciting, he didn’t want it to end. And then Noh-Varr’s hips crashed into his and he could feel the distinct slide of his right clasper smoothing between his scales in direct relation to the only major orifice on his lower half.
“Wha-?!”
Noh-Varr’s teeth closed over his flesh again. Tommy could read the message loud and clear. ‘Don’t struggle.’ Tommy never was good with following direction, but his instincts were in full agreement, and he always followed where they led. He forced himself to relax, body pliant beneath the sleeker finned male. With a hum of satisfaction, Noh-Varr’s grip tightened and his clasper slipped the rest of the way inside, with little resistance. Tommy swallowed. He’d never been breached before. And while it didn’t hurt, it wasn’t the most comfortable sensation either.
“Relax,” Noh-Varr soothed, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. Whether by design, or accidentally, directly over where he’d bitten him earlier. He released his hold on Tommy and slid his arms around him.
“I am relaxed,” Tommy hissed back, arms clenching at his sides.
“Relax,” he said again, hands smoothing over Tommy’s gills, causing them to flutter. He nuzzled behind his ear. “Swim with me.” His tail gave a guiding motion that took Tommy a stunned moment to follow. “That’s it,” he murmured encouragingly, as they began to move forward.
Tommy bit back a sound at the feel of Noh-Varr’s clasper moving within him. Each lazy sway of their tails propelling their bodies through the water, moved the other within him. His hands reached back, clasping about Noh-Varr’s hips.
“That’s the way.” Hands smoothed down his own hips, and over the sensitive juncture of tail and belly. Tommy’s hands clenched tighter. “Yes. Like that. Just like that.”
“I’m not…a minnow…” Tommy rasped. He’d mounted plenty of females in his time. Okay, well not exactly, but he’d been close. He’d gone around the reef, almost. Once.
Noh-Varr laughed and Tommy could feel it in his belly. “No. No you aren’t.” As if to expound their agreement, the length of his fin swept along Tommy’s, forcing his left clasper to rake across his scales.
Tommy may never have had full relations, and most certainly never with a male, but he was not about to be outdone. He bent forward, tail thrusting with enough force to set them off course. The angle left Noh with little to hold, but he adjusted easily - much to Tommy’s rising frustration. Instead, he rolled them over and took hold of Tommy’s hips, forcing him upright. Tommy curled his fin around Noh’s and got a shiver for his effort. He smirked. Two could play this game.
Reaching back, Tommy set his hands to Noh’s belly and twisted his hips, guiding his fin in a rowing motion. Noh bit him against his side, catching a gill slit between his teeth and slipping his tongue along it. Tommy’s head dropped back, his whole body jolting upward a moment later as Noh’s tongue worked into the corner and traced the delicate, extremely sensitive line all the way across Tommy’s side.
His body clenched about the clasper inside him, and the water about him went slightly murky with his release. He could feel Noh release within him, then slip free. His hips twisted and suddenly Tommy was filled again.
Okay. That just wasn’t fair.
“Cheater,” he puffed.
“I promised you a good time, didn’t I?”
Tommy nodded, tailfins flicking helplessly as Noh-Varr steered them along, at home in Tommy’s body. “I could do this all day.” He licked up Tommy’s spine, following the line as far as his neck, teeth grazing his skin once more.
Rising to the challenge, Tommy responded, “I bet I can outlast you.”
“Can you?”
“Of course I can!” he replied haughtily.
“And if I win?”
“You won’t.”
“Yes, because I am so good at losing.” His fin gave a powerful thrust, drawing a pleasured sigh from Tommy.
Tommy retaliated by pulling his fin up, forcing the clasper free, before rocking it back down.
“All right.” His grip tightened about Tommy’s hips. “Let’s see who wins first, and then decide the prize.”
“Fine with me.”
Tommy’s body shot forward suddenly, and Noh-Varr flicked his tail quickly to keep up. The merman looked over his shoulder at him, grinning widely.
“Noh?”
“Yes?”
“Prepare to lose.”
As Noh-Varr laughed, quickening his stroke to match Tommy’s, Tommy decided he didn’t much care whether he won or lost. At least in this, it wasn’t about winning or losing, not really. It was about getting what he wanted. And in that, he was doing just fine!