New energy bubbled beneath Rory’s skin. He itched all over again and put it down to nerves. All of this was really happening. Fionn could really be his.
The sun had reached its zenith by the time they entered the siltier waters of Loch Broom. Bright rays streaked down from the surface, infusing the water with a golden glow.
‘This will do.’ Rory tugged Fionn to a stop about a mile from the Ullapool harbour. ‘He’ll be spotted from here.’
They dropped the ropes and retreated to keep watch. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before a narrow skiff was jetting across the water to Ol’ Doaty’s boat. He’d be cleaned up and looked after in no time. Safe in the weathered hands of folks who held an inkling of understanding for his situation. Old fishermen trying to rebuild their worth together, even if they were doing it by looking inside the pub.
Fionn hummed against Rory’s neck. ‘May I admire you closely, now?’
All thoughts of Doaty vanished from Rory’s mind.
Ever since yesterday’s raw morning face fuck—and then the evening one that had somehow managed to be even hotter—anticipation had been bubbling in Rory’s blood. He was out of excuses to hide behind. Was done hiding, anyway.
He allowed Fionn to draw their bodies together. Fionn trailed smooth fingers across Rory’s shoulders, caressing his arms. He seemed keen to explore, next playing with the hair over Rory’s chest.
‘Ha, that’s sensitive.’ Rory flinched without meaning to when Fionn ran over a nipple.
‘In a good way?’ Fionn zoned in on it, giving his nipple a light squeeze.
‘More ticklish.’ Rory’s song stuttered, thrown off by a jolt of pleasure. He’d never had a partner pay particular attention to his nipples before. ‘Um, you can keep doing that.’
Gaining confidence, Fionn rolled both of Rory’s nipples between his fingers, very gently tugging and squeezing themwhile watching Rory’s face intently. It was almost unnerving to be the centre of such attention.
‘Does your cock always do the— the thing it does?’ Rory asked around a rising squeak in his DeepSong. What Fionn was doing to his nipples was sending twinges all the way down his body.
‘Do you mean my knot?’ By contrast, Fionn’s song had deepened, gaining a rumbling cadence as his pupils dilated and his gills flared. ‘It is how we stay locked inside a mate. While the… process… is completing.’
Rory was insanely grateful that Fionn had managed to avoid bringing up the topic of eggs again. ‘And that’s how you come?’
‘Yes.’
‘And you just… keep coming ’til it’s gone?’
Fionn’s voice was practically velvet as it slid into Rory’s ears and all the way down his spine. ‘Yes.’
Fionn finally released his nipples and Rory gasped. His dick was so hard it hurt. He needed Fionn to touch it right. Fucking. Now.
Without waiting to communicate this, Rory grabbed Fionn’s hand and shoved it down behind his waistband. Fionn’s fist closed around his cock somewhat reflexively, punishing it with a grip that was every bit as tight as Rory needed it to be.
‘Oh, fuck.’ Rory thrust into his hand, rutting like an eager teenager. Fionn’s mouth engulfed his and a messy kiss ricocheted over their lips, all jabbing tongues and misplaced teeth but it was still the most thirsty kiss Rory had ever experienced.
And underneath it all the bond thrummed with their desire; with the straight-up cravings of hungry men. When Rory thought, fleetingly, that he wanted Fionn between his legs, the merman responded immediately.
Fionn dropped like a stone, pulling Rory’s shorts off in the same motion and discarding them to the loch bed. He floated at eye level with Rory’s cock, appraising it. Admiring it. Kissing it, sending a hot shudder up Rory’s spine.
And Rory’s cock remembered every kiss and lick and suck from the day before and fuckingstrainedto have all of it again.
‘Are you wet for me?’ Fionn asked. Light-headed, Rory felt that he was. A deep internal warmth had spread behind his cock; felt almost like it was dripping out of him.
For a second Rory was back in his bath tub, fantasising about being finger-fucked in his ass. He opened his legs, inviting Fionn in.
Fionn obliged and stroked a hand over Rory’s thighs. He was so calm, so poised. Yet when Rory managed to pay attention to what the bond was revealing, he felt Fionn’s nerves and his desire to not fail. To not fuck anything up for Rory’s pleasure.
This knowledge made it so much easier to moan when Fionn’s fingers skimmed across his hole. Fionn was so focused. So intent on making him feel good. All that warrior prince merman, all to himself.
‘I want to try your cock,’ Rory garbled, almost not stringing the words together. Jesus Christ, he wanted to know what it was like to be taken that way.
But Fionn seemed at odds with the notion—both desperate to appease Rory’s wants, but also with ideas of his own. ‘May I try something first?’
