Page 62 of The Noble's Merman

“You’ve barely been in there and you already want out.” Kent laughed and shook his head. “Fine, fine. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want you out as well. Here, let me see…”

Mo (reluctantly) let go so Kent could stand, shrugging off his coat and letting it fall to the floor. He rolled up his shirtsleeves to his elbows and swung his arms in place, readying himself for the strength effort. And then—his delicate arms reached under Mo’s tail and behind his back, grunting, hauling Mo out of the tub and onto the floor. Kent heaved breath after breath as he dropped his arms, leaving Mo sitting upright against the outside tub wall and Kent collapsing, flopping his exhausted body on top of Mo’s chest.

“Every time,” said Kent between breaths, “I think I’m getting better at this, but then I realize I still have some work to do.”

Mo chuckled as he petted Kent’s back. “You still did it. I can tell you’re getting stronger.”

Kent lifted his head and sat up, straightening his back. “I believe so too, with how much I’ve carried you these past couple months.”

“I promise, when I gain legs of my own, I’ll carry you around as much as you’d like. You’ll never have to haul me around ever again.”

“I shall remember that.” Kent smiled.

Mo didn’t realize how he said it until after he already did—‘when I gain legs’. Not an if or a perhaps, but when. He’d become so sure of it now, that he sensed it in his heart to be right. With how he felt his connection to Kent growing even stronger with their declarations of love, Mo knew it must be inevitable—he will become human.

He pulled Kent closer once more, crashing their lips together. Heat rose in his chest and down his lower abdomen, pooling in a pleasant flutter as his human leant against him. Finally, they were close again. But not close enough. He tugged on Kent’s clothing to give him a hint, and Kent smirked in understanding. Soon enough, he abandoned his eyepatch, his hair ribbon, and every cloth on his body and threw them in the pile with his coat, touching Mo now skin to skin.

Mo rested the back of his head against the edge of the tub behind him as Kent threw his legs over Mo’s pelvis, straddling him. Oh, the friction of Kent’s bare privates against his slit sent shivers up his spine. He could tell Kent was enjoying it immensely too, as he thrust his hips, grinding himself against the sensitive spot. It was mesmerizing, seeing Kent on top of him like this, naked and so incredibly beautiful. He couldn’t hold back a moan as his own cock started to emerge from his slit, making Kent scooch back as it slithered out into its full size.

Kent made himself comfortable, reaching down and cradling both his own and Mo’s cock in one hand. He stroked them slowly together at first, letting out a sensual moan as Mo grabbed Kent’s plush thighs, one in each hand. He rubbed them, squeezing them gently, feeling his human’s soft, alluring skin under his fingers.

“I love your legs, Kent.” He licked his lips. “They feel so nice under my hands.”

Kent kept moving his hips subtly, seductively, fucking into his grip alongside Mo’s cock. He reached his free hand down behind himself to touch Mo’s scales, grazing over the fins on his hips. “And I love your tail. A merman. With a tail. Sometimes when I think about it, it doesn’t seem real.”

“Well, it is.” Mo chuckled. “Are you sure you’d love me as a human? I wouldn’t have my glittery scales, and… well, how do I say this lightly? My cock wouldn’t be the same shape.” As embarrassing as it was to say out loud, it was something he thought about. Gaining legs would change everything about his lower half to be like a human’s.

Kent’s face flushed redder as he laughed. “Yes, I would love you just the same. Don’t doubt it for one moment.” He leant down to kiss him.

Heat continued to rise in Mo’s chest as Kent kept up the friction, pumping them both in his hand. But Mo wanted to be connected even further—inside him. He let Kent know and his human smiled so sweetly, kissing him even more as he gathered Mo’s oil on his fingers. Reaching behind his back, Kent prepared his hole as he ground further against Mo’s cock, causing them both to moan into each other’s mouths in unison. While the dizziness of the rum had practically disappeared at this point, Kent’s kisses alone made his head spin more pleasantly than any substance could ever achieve.

Once Kent affirmed that he believed he was stretched enough to accommodate, he raised himself on his knees. Mo clutched onto his human’s taut thighs tighter. He sucked in a breath, pleasure overwhelming him as Kent sank down, the tip of his mer-cock breaching that amazingly warm hole. Oh, each tiny movement stung him like an alluring jellyfish, curious for more of that hidden, tantalizing sensation.

“Fuck, Kent…” He rubbed Kent’s thighs again as he sat down further, flushed now all the way inside.

“Oh God, ah…” His face was so beautiful in the dim lamplight, warm tones highlighting his precious wanton expression. A face Kent made just for him, something only Mo had the pleasure of viewing. Kent loved him and he could see it in his shimmering, color-contrasted eyes how much he enjoyed every moment of this.

Kent put his own hands on Mo’s abdomen, pushing gently for leverage as he began to move. It was then that Mo realized—they’d never done it in this position before. But how they were, it worked so well with what they had, Kent using those magnificent legs to clutch around his tail, such pressure sending more amazing jolts through him. It felt like he was even deeper than before, filling Kent’s entire body, walls hugging tight around his cock. This was what he wanted. To be connected in the most intimate way, together as one.

As Kent continued to move his body up and down, he panted lascivious moans, slowly picking up the pace. Mo let out a moan of his own, reaching one hand up to Kent’s face. He couldn’t help himself. He needed to touch him all over. “You’re so beautiful like this. Taking me, letting me fill you.” He rubbed his cheek with his thumb. “My darling.” Feeling eager, Mo helped the sensation by thrusting his hips upward into Kent. Oh, did that get another wonderful sound from Kent’s mouth.

“Mo, ah, my love… It feels wonderful with you inside.” He leant down, but with such intense movement he could only kiss Mo’s nose. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said before thrusting up once more.

His whole heart felt warm and elated, basking in every pulse of affection. Kent kept up speed, up and down, up and down, moving his hands to Mo’s shoulders for added stability. Mo adjusted his own hands to clutch Kent’s plump rear, taking control and moving his lover in time with his own motions. The friction of Kent’s cock and bollocks rubbing along the hairs on Mo’s lower abdomen only added to the joyous, tingling feeling. The pressure was building. Intensity rising. More and more, Kent sank down, enveloping him with warmth—nothing could compare to this feeling. Together with his beloved, cherished, adored. Kent was his, and he was Kent’s. He finally knew now, without a doubt, they wholly belonged to each other. Kent loved him. Completely enthralled with pleasure, Mo bucked his hips up again, further and further, holding onto Kent so dearly, making him cry out?—

“Ah—Mo?—!”

That beautiful voice did Mo in. He clutched his hands tighter on Kent’s arse and howled as he spent, filling his lover, giving him everything and more. Crashing waves of pleasure flowed from head to tailfin, darkening his vision, blocking out all surroundings except for the gorgeous man on top of him. Yet Kent didn’t stop moving, elongating the incredible sensation even further. Mo moved one of his hands to in front of him and wrapped it around Kent’s rock-solid cock. The sturdiness of it was so captivating to Mo, how wonderful he felt in his hand as he pumped, faster and faster as his human writhed and moaned?—

Fingernails dug into Mo’s shoulders as Kent spilled out, soaking Mo’s belly and chest with spend. Not only that, Mo swore he felt some reach his chin as well. He grinned up at his partner’s delicious expression, another pleasant wave hitting him as Kent’s hole clenched once more with Mo still buried inside.

He lifted his hand, drenched in Kent’s spend, turning it over in front of his face. He couldn’t help himself—he licked it. He sucked on his own fingers as he licked whatever excess he could off, basking in the delectable flavor of the man he loved. And at that, Kent chuckled.

“You really like that, don’t you?”

Mo chuckled back. “I love everything about you. You made this just for me, so why can’t I help myself to it?”

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