‘So the thing we did the other day, right? In the bath. I literally asked for it, I know, right. But my head wasn’t on straight and it wasn’t like I’d planned on… It wasn’t like I meant to get mine without giving you yours, right? But the thing is… I haven’t actually… I’ve never…’ Rory sucked in a deep breath and expelled it all at once. ‘I’ve never touched another guy’s dick let alone sucked it or took it up the arse or, fuck, even looked at one funny, you know?’
If he’d had any doubts about Fionn’s confusion before, it was now utterly plain on the merman’s face as he apparently tried to comprehend this revelation.
Eventually, Fionn replied, ‘Nor have I.’
They stared at each other over the still water. Rory could hear his own brain clicking as it changed gear.
‘You what?’ he said.
‘I’ve never touched another. Apart from you.’ The haughtiness was gone from Fionn’s voice, replaced by a kind of innocent perplexity that made Rory want to give him a reassuring pat on the head as though he were a bewildered puppy.
‘Notanyone?’
‘None.’
‘Menorwomen?’
Fionn stuck a finger in his ear and wiggled it around. ‘Am I saying this correctly? I have never had sexual relations with anyone apart from you, Rory Douglas.’
‘That was yourfirst fucking time?’
‘Yes, you understand. My first time fucking.’ Fionn stopped halfway through an emphatic nod. ‘Actually, I don’t know if it counts as fucking seeing as you didn’t receive my—’
‘Stop! Don’t you dare mention eggs again.’ Rory braved a few steps forward, wading in shin-deep. ‘I’m ready to… to talk about some of it, right? About this soul bond business. And maybe about… having a go on each other. Getting off, or something. If you want. If you’re sure you want that with me.’
Rory couldn’t help putting an incredulous inflection on that last bit.
Truth be told, he’d fully lost his grip on the situation after Fionn’s casual confession. How wasthis man—this hench fucking warrior-prince sculpted out of lapis lazuli—a virgin? And how had the universe, fate, whatever, decided that Rory was his perfect match? Could he even handle having so much merman all to himself?
All. To. Himself.
Rory’s goosebumps were properly prickling now. It hit him with the weight of a freight ship that he might even have to guide Fionn through the experience. That he’d be responsible for every first tremble of pleasure over that perfectly smooth flesh.
… Fionn had just said something.
‘Huh?’ Rory croaked.
Fionn’s entire torso had taken on a darker shade of blue. He gulped before speaking. ‘I take it you are not so averse to my presence as you have been recently.’
Rory registered the hot thump of the soul bond in his chest betraying him. The hot thump from his hard cock bulging his trousers was equally a dead giveaway.
‘Yeah,’ he said thickly. ‘Can I suck your dick?’
Jesus fucking Christ. That wasn’t the planat all,but he couldn’t deny that it suddenly seemed like a very good one.
Fionn’s mouth dropped open slowly. ‘You want to… ?’
A kernel of reason shook itself back awake in Rory’s brain.Eggs,it reminded him.
‘Wait. Maybe.’ Rory held up both hands, though Fionn wasn’t advancing on him. ‘Depends what your… equipment is like. I’m not saying yes, but I’m not saying no, right? But what is— How does— Is it—?’
‘Shall I show you?’ Fionn offered, tugging at his kilt.
It can’t be that much different than mine,Rory thought, feeling light-headed.Unless it’s like a shark-penis. Or a dolphin’s. Or, Christ, what if it’s some kind of tentacle?
He managed to nod, all the same. Fionn waded toward him until the water fell below his hips, revealing the clam shell sporran on his kilt. With an air of ceremony, he grasped the woven edge of his kilt and lifted it for Rory to see underneath.
Rory expelled a surprised breath of relief. Fionn’s dick looked relatively normal. It was a deep blue, of course, and quite hairless over the entire area around it.
