Contains: Slit Play, Tentacle Dicks, Diphallia, Handjobs, Oral Sex, Fingering, Frotting.
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There is something different about the moon when you're in love. Aster had enjoyed it well enough before; a pretty thing that was a constant no matter where he surfaced when the whim arose. With Malik had come a shift.
Maybe it was because all the poems and songs about the moon resonated now. Perhaps it was seeing its light reflected in the eyes of someone whose gaze he never wanted to leave him. Or playing off of skin he wanted to kiss. Either way, Aster lived for cloudless nights spent laying out on the beach, basking in the cool glow with the man he loved.
Aster had a particular liking for a secluded spot near the lighthouse that Malik kept with his older brother. He had washed up there not long ago; frightened, confused, and in pain after getting hopelessly tangled in a rogue fishing net. The sun had been harsh, beating down and suffocating.
He may have died there had it not been for Malik rushing down, gently but urgently cutting him free, and keeping up a string of reassurances despite not knowing if the merfolk shared his language. Aster remembered being carried back into the sea, his arm around his rescuer's shoulders as he looked up into his handsome, focused face.
He had turned tailfin as soon as he was able and swam away without a word; whether it was because of the residual fear or embarrassment, he did not know. It took a few days for Aster to work up the nerve to return to the area and thank Malik properly. And not long after that to confess his adoration for the man; a human, no less. Aster had grown up on cautionary tales about the two legs but never really bought into the idea that they were all so terrible. Now he knew for certain.
Aster was pulled out of his reverie by the sensation of a gentle hand running from his upper to lower back. It paused just where the silvery scales of his tail began. The scents of his lover and the salty sea air mingled pleasantly in his nose. They hadn't been able to be together in a while due to a run of horrid weather; the sad reality of a love between one of the sea and one of land. As much as Aster enjoyed quiet, close company, he couldn't ignore his urges.
His own hand and memories--however vivid and wild--had far from satisfied him those two weeks.
He hummed, smiling wide and moving his fingertips over the dark brown skin of Malik's chest. As they slowly trailed, he took in every detail; the mole between his pecs, the small scar over a rib he still didn't know the story behind. The breath was calm; he would fix that.
Aster moved lower, hearing a sharp inhale as he reached the waistband of Malik's bright pink shorts. He toyed with it, slipping slightly underneath.
"Are you just going to count the stars all night?" he asked.
The smile was obvious in Malik's voice.
"Why would I when the only one that matters is right here?"
Aster chuckled. Big sap, he thought as warmth fluttered through him. He lifted his head from Malik's shoulder to speak in his ear, lips close to brushing the shell.
"Can I touch you?"
Malik nodded nearly imperceptibly, throat working. "Yeah."
Together, they worked Malik out of his shorts and underwear, leaving him naked on the sand. Aster teased his hand over Malik's abdomen and down his thigh, watching the base of his cock twitch from the simple touch. He took it into his webbed hand and began to slowly stroke.
As Aster laid his head back down, his keen senses picked up on the quickening of Malik's pulse. Always so excitable, he thought. Especially after some time apart. Aster was one to talk; he could already feel a needy throb beginning to overtake the deepest parts of his slit. From this angle he could look down his lover's chest and stomach to watch his hand moving up and down the thickening shaft, teasing in its languid pace.
Malik took in a breath, releasing it shakily. A moan followed it as Aster brought his mouth to his neck. He kissed and licked under his jaw and down the length of it. Aster's nostrils flared as he ravaged the heating flesh, his eyelids flickering; if there ever had to be a warning about the two legs, it should have been about the potency of their pheromones. The heady scent of his arousal was thrilling, leaving Aster gasping even before he began to grind his leaking slit against Malik's hip.
"Aster," Malik breathed. "Getting so worked up just from touching me? You're already soaked."
Aster whimpered as he felt himself dribble more. "Missed...you."
"I know...I know...me t--fuck."
Malik's cock was full; heavy and hot under Aster's palm. He began to lightly thrust into the slick, webbed grip. The movements of his hips screamed for a quicker pace and Aster obliged, pulling a louder moan from him. Beads of precum leaked down over Aster's fingers with every upward stroke. A slick, rhythmic noise filled the air. The increased wetness aided the motion, the slight twist of Aster's wrist made smooth and seamless.
Malik began to pant. He choked on a gasp and suddenly gripped Aster's arm, not hard but imploring. "Babe...babe, stop."
Aster obeyed, fixing him with a quizzical look.
Malik grinned, chest heaving.
"Don't...don't let me get too far ahead of you," he said.
Aster smiled and brought him into a deep kiss, letting himself be guided into laying on his back as their tongues nudged and glided over one another. Malik pulled away and straddled him to hover for a moment. He was utterly captivating; haloed in a silver glow, lips parted around his breaths, adoration and lust in his deep brown eyes.
Aster reached up and cupped Malik's face in his hands, running his fingers through the short scruff of his facial hair. The back of his left hand was gently captured. A warm, attentive gaze locked onto his as Malik kissed the inside of his wrist. The same affection found his collarbone, moving lower over his chest and continuing to his slit.
His bright, blue-white scales carried an extra sheen from his excessive leaking. Malik ran his tongue up the wet line of it, giving an appreciative and aroused hum when Aster moaned in response. He brought his thumbs to either side of Aster's slit, pulling it open to expose the tips of his swelling inner folds.
Aster knew how much he was already twitching. He could feel the pulsations that were slowly working their way to his sheathed cocks. He was glad Malik could see it; what he did to him.
Malik hissed a curse and delved in, licking and sucking at the needy slit. Aster's hands found his lover's hair. His hips quickly gave in to a shallow buck under the fervent mouth. Hot breath panted against him, Malik's deep groans vibrating into sensitive flesh.
"There...m-more," Aster moaned. He cried out, feeling Malik begin to fuck his tongue into the tightly-squeezing space between the two sets of folds. "Fuck, Malik!"
He gasped as there was a shift inside him, the throbbing becoming more intense. Desperate sounds tumbled from his lips around quick breaths. His tail shook, fins quivering. All at once, his internal folds emerged from him in a motion not unlike a blooming flower. The wide, sturdier ones locked against his scales, doing their job of holding his slit wide open.
Aster's deeper parts were exposed; the dual sheaths sitting side-by-side in the lower portion of his slit. A finger found them near-instantly. Malik's fingertips teased the weeping holes, caressing the rims and smearing slick. Single digits slid into both of them effortlessly and began to pump. Aster's mouth was open, his voice only managing short, choked-off moans as his head spun.