Chapter 19

Eridanys followedAlba silently through the dark town, having waited long enough for most of the figures meandering about to retire to the bar or back home to their beds.

The siren kept the scarf pulled taut over his hair and face, turned low, doing his best to blend in with the darkness in a way that confirmed what he'd once said, that someone might recognize him. But more than that, Alba realized by the way he navigated even the narrowest of alleyways between buildings, that he was truly familiar with that place.

He must have once walked the streets with his human partner, where he was seen and known. Perhaps even by name. Even if not—someone may, at the very least, recognize him to be a merrow donning legs. And even if not then, should they spot him and Alba scurrying by in the darkness, they may wonder why someone who was clearly a stranger scowled so much at the decorations set up on the main road, mumbling to himself about all the things they did wrong. How some parts weren't meant to be on display until the following night. How they weaved grass in the wrong patterns and the silver flutes on the walls would drown out the ceremonial drums and clanging bells and singing should there be a single gust of wind—then how they shouldn't even bother, since human voices alone would surely be so ugly it would compel the moon to stay hidden forever. How they were missing some key tokens of appreciation for beseeching the goddess back, tokens always provided by the merrow when they joined the humans on land to dance and celebrate. How the whistling pipes were far too loud, when the night before the goddess disappeared was meant to be silent to allow her some of the peaceful rest she very well deserved before being summoned back again with raucous music.

Alba accidentally chuckled under his breath when the complaints grew more agitated, resulting in a snapped "what are you laughing at?" from the siren. That only made him snort and shake his head, swearing it was nothing and biting back further amusement. Telling Eridanys to make a list of all the things the people did wrong, that he and Alba would most certainly make up for it with their own private ceremony in the woods the following night.

Outside the Michaels' home, Eridanys stopped just before entering through the door. Inside it was dark, silent, hardly even the skitter of a mouse across the floor, but the man still went stiff as if he could sense something Alba couldn't. Alba gave him a long moment to say something, before reaching out to touch the back of his hand.

"You're actin' strange," he said. "Stranger than normal. Is everything alright?"

"Yes," Eridanys answered almost instantly, voice low. Stiff, unsure enough that Alba could tell it wasn't the entire truth. "Everything is fine."

"You're welcome to stay with me here tonight, if you'd like. If you promise to keep quiet and out of sight."

"Why?"

Alba frowned. He didn't realize it was a strange thing to offer, turning and flipping his braid. "I don't know. Nevermind, I guess. Go sleep in the cold sea all by yourself, like always?—"

But Eridanys grabbed the back of Alba's jacket, mumbling about how Alba was the most stubborn person he'd ever met. Alba didn't say anything, just stepped into the house while Eridanys' grip remained on the back of his coat.

He clung to it all the way to the stairs, then up them, then down the hallway, only releasing again once Alba stepped into his loaned room and held the door open for Eridanys to join him. Once again—the man stared inside, as if he could see something Alba couldn't. A ghost, a shadow, a threat lying low in the corners crowded with piles of forgotten belongings. Alba barely uttered a sound to ask if everything was alright again, but Eridanys snapped out of it, first. He stepped inside, practically yanking the door from Alba's grasp to close behind them.

"Did you visit town often when you had your human partner?" Alba could no longer resist the temptation once reassured that no one had heard or seen them sneak inside. He was in the process of shrugging his shirt off as Eridanys laid casually on the bed, arms crossed behind his head and gazing up at the ceiling with an unreadable look on his face.

"Not often," he answered. "But I see it's as miserable and rotten as I remember."

"Would the townspeople at least respond to you a little more positively than those merrow spirits in the woods?" Alba asked with a hint of sarcasm. Careful in choosing his words, watching Eridanys' reaction to see how he replied. Still not sure exactly what feelings the siren harbored after such a tense reunion—let alone the realization that everyone he'd ever known was seemingly trapped and haunting the land. "I can't imagine so, considerin' all the things your kin had to say…"

"No, I don't think so, either." Eridanys smirked, finally lifting his head to glance in Alba's direction. Watching as Alba shrugged off his shirt, folding it over his arm before undoing the braid in his hair. "What else did the spirits say about me? Before I joined you."

"Hmmm." Alba gazed out the window on the other side of the room, combing fingers through his hair, feeling every bump left behind by the plaits. "They said… they could smell you on me. Could tell I was a shore-caller right away. Said they also couldn't believe you'd mate with someone with such red hair," he chuckled. "Nothin' much else."

"Hm," Eridanys hummed in what sounded like disappointment. Alba expected him to be gazing at the ceiling again when he looked, but the man's eyes remained on him in the darkness. Regarding him, his naked chest and back, the tattoos on his skin and the black bloodstains that wove between them.

"Does that bother you?"

"What?" Alba asked, moving to untie his boots and finally kick them off, next.

"That even they were shocked I would mate with a red-headed thing like you."

"Not really."

"Why not?"

Alba shrugged. "I'm not so vain to think we mated for any reason but you need somethin' from me. It was a decision made in favor of gettin' what you wanted. For what both of us wanted, I guess. I'm sure you've called out to and eaten plenty of folk who weren't your first choice. I don't know."

Eridanys thought about that for a long time, before scoffing like he was insulted. "Well—my relationship with my previous partner was essentially a decision made for survival as well, if that's how you'd like to think about it."

Alba wrinkled his nose. "Alright? I said I wasn't offended."

But Eridanys squirmed stiffly on the bed, before sitting up. Muttering to himself. "How dare they imply they know what I like or don't like. What I would favor or not. Do they think the last one was my ‘type'? When I wasn't with him by my own choice, either. They don't know anything about me. Even while with them, they didn't know a damned thing…"

"Listen, you really don't have to pretend I'm anythin' but—" Alba attempted, but Eridanys sprung to his feet. He stalked to where Alba stood with pants halfway off, grabbing his face and kissing him with sudden forcefulness.

Alba managed a sharp gasp before his breath was stolen, stumbling backward into the wall as Eridanys pressed into him. Hard and demanding, as if proving a point to invisible voyeurs. Alba didn't know who; he—didn't care. He melted into Eridanys' mouth as quickly as they found each other, letting the man steal every other word he meant to say.

Despite his handslacking their claws, his ears their webbing and his spine the sharp fins, Eridanys still consumed Alba like a starving beast on the rocks. Despite carrying him to the bed with two legs, despite there being only one cock straining against the fabric of his pants, Alba couldn't pretend he was having sex with a human man like any other. There were still those things about Eridanys that couldn't be separated from his siren nature, knowing it even if he'd never bedded down with anyone else before him.

It was the way he breathed, the way he kissed, the way Alba was sure a song purred from the back of his throat even if he couldn't hear it outright. Something that soothed his nerves, his entire being into the bed, pinned by something that would have torn him apart had it not had use for him. For a moment, Alba couldn't remember what that use was—hoping that just opening his mouth and legs would be enough to sate the bloodthirsty creature for another night.

He pressed himself into all of Eridanys' sharpest edges, beneath his skin and in his voice, wishing to be cut again. Just like the first time—a craving he hadn't expected, one he was eager to sate again; the taste of Eridanys' mouth crushed into his, a tongue sliding over his lips and invading his mouth while a hand slid up his shirt, down the front of his pants. Making him gasp and buck as fingers circled around the sensitive spot between his legs, yanking at Eridanys' own shirt in a desperate attempt to force it off over his head.

"There's nothing to hide behind this time," Eridanys said once his skin was bare for Alba to touch, trailing his tongue up the side of Alba's cheek and kissing where the silver hair grew from his temple. "No sea or waves or night—I get to see and touch every inch of you for however long I like."

Alba held his breath, cracking open his eyes long enough to search the low light for the man on top of him, taking his face and kissing him again. Bending his leg to press his thigh between Eridanys' in response, rubbing it against the growing bulge in his pants. He didn't want to think about that—about how much more vulnerable, visible he was there on his back on a bed, where people normally fucked each other. No different from two lovers, from a sailor and a whore in a brothel. He didn't want to think about how Eridanys would be able to see every piece of skin he'd been able to hide from unwelcome eyes his entire life, not realizing until that moment how the sea had acted as a curtain the first time they touched each other.

"My last human partner never let me do as I pleased," Eridanys went on, hands pushing Alba's shirt up, bundling it beneath Alba's chin and trailing his mouth down the center of Alba's chest. "I'll take my time learning what drives you mad."

"Fuck…" Alba sighed. He meant to add ‘you' to the end, but Eridanys' tongue stole his voice when it slid between his legs, making his back arch as an overwhelming, tingling warmth rushed to meet where the mouth tasted him. "Eri?—"

Pale eyes lifted to meet his, making Alba's breath catch, quickly looking away again and crossing his arms over his face. A soft, laughing breath scattered against the inside of his thigh, before hands gripped his hips and forcefully flipped Alba onto his stomach.

He pushed himself onto his knees in an instant, surprised, but a hand found his back and shoved him back down again. He pressed a hand to the headboard in front of him, bracing for the sensation of something pressing into him, eager and apprehensive and anxious for that tight pain he remembered that came before the pleasure. When something soft, warm, wet found the folds of his skin instead, he jumped. Turning again in surprise, he was shoved back a second time.

Sharp hands dug pockmarks into his hips, keeping him from flipping over. Eridanys' eyes glowed in the low light as Alba still twisted his spine to look, only for his breath to catch and his arms to bend beneath him as a warm pleasure gently found the apex of his hips. Eridanys' tongue, long and slippery, teased between Alba's holes and all the sensitive skin surrounding them, made more intense by the way Alba couldn't move, couldn't writhe or pull away, forced to reckon with the overwhelming pleasure making his legs clench and tremble.

The tongue slithered in and out of him, circling his clit and his rim, and despite Alba's best attempts at keeping quiet, he couldn't hold back every gasp and bit-back moan. It was nothing like what he'd felt on the rocks the first time, nothing his own wet fingers had ever been able to find while alone in his hammock on the dark sea—and combined with the way Eridanys never took his eyes away every time Alba risked a glance, Alba couldn't help but find a sickening thrill in wondering if being eaten alive felt that good all the time. Feeling even closer to that creature taking a bloody bite from him than he had when they mated on the edge of the sea.

Before Alba knew it, his body burned hot, cold air from the cracked window practically turning to steam on his skin. He sank a little deeper into the nerve-wracking vulnerability of Eridanys taking ownership of him in such a way, tasting him with a coiling tongue, spreading him wider just to hear the sounds of surprise Alba made. And despite the agonizing self-consciousness that made every movement feel stiff and brittle, he couldn't help the pleasure that pitted like tangled rope in the base of his stomach, until he shuddered with each breath and even pressed his hips back in a silent plea for more.

Pulling away, Eridanys hooked an arm around the front of Alba's throat, draped over his back and pressing his chest and stomach into every curve of Alba's spine, leaving Alba to claw at him as fingers returned between his legs and he arched his head back with a gasp. With the siren's strong arm locked around his shoulders, leg propping between Alba's knees to open him further, Alba's mind only spun, sinking to his elbows and gasping as he was sure he'd been drugged—sure that siren's tongue was venomous, no matter where it tasted him.

"Good to know that stubborn exterior still melts with the simplest touch," Eridanys growled with a smile, pulling Alba upright, propped on his knees and pressed back into Eridanys' chest with the man's arm still bent around his throat. One, then two of the fingers fondling him crept deeper inside, making Alba jolt. "Which hole would you prefer I fuck first? Or would you rather I fill both at once, again?"

"F-fuck—" Alba attempted, but Eridanys' fingers slid deeper before he could utter another sound. They turned and twisted inside of him, stretching him wide before pulling out again with a wet sound, traveling further and teasing his ass next.

"I think I should tease you more before I decide—wouldn't want you screaming out for the whole town to hear, would I?" He edged a finger in, making Alba choke and bend forward, hands returning to the bed. "I think I'll start here, this time—you make such needy sounds when I play with it."

Through the haze of overwhelm, Alba glared at Eridanys over his shoulder with flushed, overwhelmed eyes. Something hard and ridged slid between his thighs, bumping over his clit and making him shiver with a hiccuping breath. Without the cold waves to numb him, Alba was more aware than ever of the size of it, the texture, having to bite his lip as it rubbed front and back against him and made his toes curl.

"Maybe I'll push it in while you're still tight and nervous," Eridanys whispered, leaning over once more until his mouth was close to Alba's ear. "Or should I ease it in slowly, until you're begging?"

"Just—" Alba bit the words back again, closing his eyes as Eridanys rearranged himself. The ridged cock slid up the back of his ass as a wetter, softer pressure kissed his opening instead, sliding gently inside an inch at a time as Eridanys coaxed it with his hips. Alba slid his hand down his stomach, between his legs in search, familiar with the sensation but not knowing exactly what it was. He found the siren's second cock pressing slowly into his rear despite still donning his human magic. "Ugh?—"

Eridanys held Alba flush against his arched body, arm curving around Alba's middle as he eased deeper inside. His second cock was more flexible than the first, sticky and wet, though no less intimidating as it stretched Alba a little more with every roll of Eridanys' hips. Opening his ass wider while coating his insides with thick, slippery fluid, until Alba was sure he was going to split in two. Just gripping the pillow beneath him in one hand, the other bent back to grasp at Eridanys' shoulder pressed into the curve of his ribs. Needing something to keep him anchored, in his own body, as the pleasure mixed with flickers of pain, pressure, warmth and a sweet ache that had Alba moaning into his own shoulder pressed into his mouth. Wishing for something to occupy it, tongue pressing into his skin until he twisted his spine and cupped a hand behind Eridanys' head to pull him close. To kiss him as he dug deeper into Alba from behind, straining and stretching every inch of his upper body just to reach.

It must have caught the siren off guard, because he furrowed his brows, releasing a sharp exhale through his nose before threading his arm beneath Alba's, over his chest, cupping beneath his jaw and wrenching him closer. To kiss him harder like Alba wished, hips angling back before slamming deeper without warning.

Alba cried out in shock, nearly buckling forward had Eridanys not held him up. Getting only a brief moment to gasp as the world spun, eyes crossing and rolling back into his head as he swore the cock penetrated up the whole length of his spine. His muscles locked in on one another, hardly able to gasp as Eridanys pulled back and thrust in a second time. The overwhelm ignited over every inch of him, barely allowing him a single thought—which was to demand Eridanys' mouth again. His only inclination while treading the all-encompassing feeling of being eaten from the inside out.

When he could no longer prop himself up, Alba collapsed into the pillow, biting down on the fabric as Eridanys made sure his hips remained upright for him to thrust his weight into. Leaning into him, bending Alba's spine until Alba groaned in discomfort, only to be met with a hand against the back of his head to press his face deeper into the pillow.

"You—were made to be fucked on your knees, sailor," Eridanys told him, gripping the headboard with the hand not pinning Alba into the bed. "Keep your ass up, just like that—mmh—A shame no other man ever knew you like this—your crew mates would have passed you around until every last one got a chance."

Alba wanted to glare at him, to scowl and hiss—but all he could manage was clutching at the pillows as he was filled and stretched and fucked like a sailor long neglected at sea might have done to him. Choking on every inhale as spit pooled in the back of his throat, flinching when a hand found the underside of his jaw again, arching his neck back, fingers invading his mouth. As the thick, wet cock thrust in and out until Alba was hardly more than shuddering flesh for Eridanys to twist and bend and enjoy as he wished. Forgetting every thought that came before it ever formed into something comprehensible. Hardly realizing what was happening even as Eridanys slowed, removing himself with a breath of satisfaction, then grabbed and turned Alba onto his back.

A thumb found Alba's mouth again, pressing inside and flattening against his tongue. "I should have fucked this mouth of yours first," he said, gazing down at Alba through eyelashes like he was hardly more than a meal to enjoy. "But your ass is too needy—begging for more by the way your hips are moving. I'm not even close to done with you."

Alba's lips closed over Eridanys' thumb, whimpering pathetically as the siren's opposite arm hooked under his hips and dragged him off the pillow, closer, spreading his legs again and angling himself with both cocks teasing both of Alba's holes. Easing forward and back to just barely part them with the tips, smiling as Alba writhed impatiently, cracking open his heavy eyes to gaze up at the creature on top of him. Unable to help rolling his hips slightly to tempt Eridanys back inside.

"Good," he encouraged, rising slightly on his knees and hooking a hand behind Alba's knee to bend him over himself, aligning himself and pressing both of his eager lengths inside. "Ah—I don't want to hear you cry—when it's too much. You asked for this, didn't you?"

Alba bit down on his tongue as he was penetrated with all of Eridanys' weight. His spine bowed beneath it, throwing his head back with a gasp as the ridged cock ground into him in tandem with the other. His hips bucked upward, then down again, kicking his leg out and nearly slamming a heel into Eridanys' shoulder had the siren not grabbed his ankle at the last second.

The sensation raced through his body like a bolt of rich lightning, only to crumple back down again with a whimpering, shuddering gasp as tears swelled in his eyes and his mouth dangled open in shock. Eridanys pulled back and pushed back in again, making Alba moan, hands extending blindly to clutch at him, searching for anything to hold on to, barely managing to bury fingers into the man's shoulders and pull him closer as hips slammed into him again, then again. Rocking Alba's body upward with every collision against the backs of his thighs.

Eridanys sank forward, pressing Alba into the pillows with his bodyweight, propped up with hands on either side of Alba's head and pinning him beneath the strength of his legs, his thrusts. Pushing deeper, Eridanys hissed for Alba to relax, but Alba was just trying to breathe against the hot pleasure taking root inside him.

Tears clung to his lashes before dripping down his cheeks, mixing with sweat and the flush of his skin. Through blurry vision, Alba saw exactly how the siren's cock burrowed into him, deep enough that barely the root of his shaft was visible through the curly red hairs beneath Alba's navel. He swore he could even see it pressing into his stomach from inside, making the muscles pucker as Eridanys pulled back and thrust in again. God—to see it so clearly, the size and shape, the texture, the realization that something so daunting was inside of him, inside both holes of him at once, using him, fucking him like he'd always fantasized some man one day would—Alba would have smiled if he wasn't so overcome with the aching pleasure of it all.

"Grip me harder than that," Eridanys grunted into Alba's ear, words laced with satisfaction. "I'm going to fuck you—until you can't take it anymore."

"Eri—"

Eridanys' hips dug into Alba again, harder and faster and with a demanding, merciless pace, as if desperate for more, desperate to fuck his captured sailor into oblivion. Hungry, starving, eager to quell his unmet hunger before ever unhinging his jaw to sink teeth into Alba's flesh. And all Alba could do was what Eridanys said—to cling to him, fingernails raking through skin and tangling up in hair, suffocating beneath the weight crushing him and the honeyed pounding of the ridged cock abusing his cunt, the slippery hardness burrowing hard and deep into his ass. Thinking nothing—except he thought every short breath might be his last.

"Let me hear you," Eridanys demanded in a low voice, thrusting faster as if to force it out. Alba flinched, throwing his head back and unable to swallow the gasp and small sound of overwhelm bubbling up the back of his throat. Gasping, writhing, clawing at Eridanys' arms, chest, shoulders for anything to hold on to, for anything at all to anchor him to solid earth as he was rammed into the bed with the same thrashing ruthlessness as furious waves against stone cliffs.

Eridanys clawed at the pillows behind Alba's head, clutching the narrow headboard until it rattled. As if despite it all, he still couldn't dig into Alba deep enough, fast enough—and Alba could only cling to whatever he could find for stability, with gasps and moans and pleas for mercy then pleas for more—not knowing if what he felt was agony or body-devouring euphoria.

Orgasms tangled in Alba's stomach, between his hips beneath the onslaught, making him cry out and claw at Eridanys still slamming mercilessly into him; drawing him closer and closer, before a deep, aching pain suddenly bloomed within his hip and back, just as his muscles tightened to finally cum.

Again, climbing higher and closer to the edge—only to be forced back again as the pain returned, hotter and brighter than before. To the point he thought he would go mad, real tears of frustrated misery spilling from his eyes as all he wanted was the release that kept coming so close.

He pounded fists against Eridanys' chest as if it was his fault, moaning pleas to his own body to allow him to experience that delicious sensation just once—but his body only rebelled further. His hip locked, a bolt of white-hot pain shooting down Alba's leg, up his spine, and making him scream through his teeth in surprise.

"Eri—danys!" Alba finally cried, smashing his hands into the siren's chest. "It—hurts! Just give me a second?—!"

"I haven't finished with you yet?—"

"Not your c-cocks, damnit!" Alba shouted, glaring up at the man with blurry, wet eyes. Eridanys stared at him for a moment, before actually sitting back, slowing his punishing pace.

Just slightly, at first, before settling further, all the while never taking his eyes from Alba as he did. Until the strokes of his hips moved long and slow, enough for Alba to catch his breath. It only resulted in more pained, overwhelmed tears pooling then spilling over his eyes as he groaned, pressing a hand to his hip in silent self-hatred, burning hot with shame and embarrassment.

"I—I like it," he tried to remedy nonetheless, though couldn't bring himself to look at Eridanys again. "It feels—it feels really good, I want you to keep—to keep fucking me, just like that, Christ Almighty—just—just?—"

"Where?" Eridanys asked, catching Alba by surprise. Alba glanced up at him, briefly, distrustingly, and Eridanys rolled his eyes, slamming his hips forward again and pinning his cocks back deep inside. Alba threw his head back with a choked sound, before pitifully cursing the siren straight to hell. "I asked you where it hurt. Answer me."

"I…" Alba attempted to lift his head, but all the blood had rushed back beneath his navel—which only made the pain in his hip radiate hotter. His mouth went dry, suddenly wishing he'd just stayed quiet, but then Eridanys ground his dual lengths in and out again, making Alba shudder in new frustration. "In… in my hip. And every time I'm about to—about to cum, it—it won't let me. It all tightens up too much, that's all—but it doesn't matter, I only needed a second for it to relax—you can keep going, I won't bring it up again…"

Alba's face, his insides sweltered with humiliation. God—he'd never felt more pathetic, especially in front of someone who had no reason to do anything but laugh in his face. Who was Eridanys to care if Alba came? Even as Eridanys' hand slid down over Alba's hip, Alba only braced for him to grab and twist it, maybe to snap it in half along the crack already there.

"Am I making you feel that good?" He asked instead, trailing a finger down Alba's skin, shiny with sweat and trembling with every sensation, stomach clenching and rolling against the thick lengths still pinned inside him. "You want to cum so bad it's bringing you to tears?"

"No—"

"The other sailors really had no idea what they could have had in you, god help them," Eridanys went on with a playful smile. "The perfect holes between two trembling legs to take out all their aggression on. Clearly it's even your preference—rough and hard and demanding, until you're begging and crying…" he breathed, pressing down on Alba's hip before slowly pulling himself free. Alba grimaced at the sensation, mouth hanging open with an unclaimed inhale of breath at the sudden rush of emptiness, left twitching and gaping once free.

Eridanys sat back with a sigh, combing fingers back through his hair before pausing to look Alba up and down. To regard every trembling, quivering inch of him, flushed red from the exertion and dripping with sweat, breathing hard and staring up at him in apprehension. His cocks remained erect, wet and twitching with want for release, and Alba could only wonder exactly what more the man would have to do to him before being satisfied. It was enough to make his toes curl, face going hot and averting his eyes. Not wanting to have to admit out loud, again, exactly how much he'd liked it—that feeling of being dominated, controlled, possessed. When it was by his own choice, Alba's blood raced with every instance of being owed, especially by something so greedy.

"Sorry," he said, hardly audible. He opened his legs again in invitation to continue, pressing his lips together when his throbbing hip made his leg flex awkwardly. "Say somethin'. Do something. Stop just starin' at me like that."

"I'm trying to decide what to do with you."

Another rush of shame, embarrassment, self-loathing soaked Alba deep enough that more nervous sweat bubbled on his forehead, dripped down his chest.

"You said it yourself," he muttered, still avoiding Eridanys' eyes. "You said you didn't want to hear me cry when it was too much, so I just—want to act like it never happened."

But Eridanys still didn't move. He just regarded Alba for a long time in silence. Only when Alba finally snapped around to swear at him did he frown, crawling forward and pushing Alba back onto the pillow. Alba opened his legs, spreading them over Eridanys' lap—but Eridanys grabbed one of his ankles, twisting him until he laid on his side.

He reclined behind Alba on the bed, pulling him close so every sweaty inch of Alba's back pressed flush into his chest. He still said nothing, sliding a hand between Alba's waist and the bed, hooking an arm around his middle and bending his hips. Fingering Alba's clit as he slid his ridged cock into Alba's ass, and then the other into his cunt. Alba moaned, eyes fluttering closed as he bit his lip and collapsed fully into the pillow.

"Is this better?" Eridanys breathed, hardly an inch from Alba's ear, hanging close as his hips rolled and reignited the pace. One hand found Alba's aching hip, the other continuing to tease his clit. Alba bit his lip and ground himself against the sensation, sliding the cocks in and out in the same motion, wanting to feel Eridanys pressed as deep as he had been before. "I have to make sure every time my mate cums, it's better than the last."

Alba groaned in a mix of exasperation and pleasure, bucking his hips against Eridanys' dancing fingers as the thrusting resumed from behind. But Eridanys was right—that new position eased the tight pain in Alba's hip. He could turn his head and bite back moans into the pillow, rutting needily against Eridanys' hand in the front, the size of him in the back, until the twisting orgasms rekindled between his hips. Eridanys cooed like he could sense them coming, deepening and quickening his thrusts until Alba couldn't breathe in line with the rhythm any longer.

Gasping and breathless, his hand stretched back and pressed into Eridanys' moving body, soon mimicking the same roughness, the same neediness and demand as before. The creeping pleasure leaked back into him, slowly at first then all over, catching in the pit beneath Alba's navel and tying golden knots tighter and tighter until finally cresting over, making him cry out in pleasure as his back arched and his insides coiled in release.

Clenching his teeth then sighing, gasping then shivering, clinging to the pillow beneath him like it was the only thing keeping him on earth, Alba swore he heard a soft chuckle escape the mouth of his partner. But when he looked, Eridanys' expression was mildly surprised. Like he hadn't actually believed Alba when he declared how much he liked it, like he'd really only let Eridanys fuck him so aggressively as a show of dominance.

"What are you doing?" Alba asked as Eridanys shifted, beginning to pull out. He reached back, touching Eridanys' leg, then the base of his shaft. Coaxing him back in again. "Don't stop. I don't want to stop. Not until… not until you finish, too. I want to know how it feels when you cum, too."

Eridanys said nothing; he hardly moved for what felt like an eternity, before gently pressing himself back inside.

"Is that so?" He asked, but the arrogance that time was different. Something about it felt uncertain, like putting on an act. Like he'd never been asked of such a thing, before. Never been offered.

Alba nodded in encouragement, then summoned the strength to roll his hips, moving up and down on Eridanys on his own terms a few times before the siren grabbed him and took control of the rhythm back for himself.

"I want to feel it," Alba sighed into the pillow, overwhelmed with the difference in pace, in strength behind the new resolve. More controlled, more—intentional. "Don't stop again 'til you cum inside of me."

Eridanys' hands flexed on Alba's body, though he said nothing else. Just did as he was told. As he was invited.

He fucked Alba with the same eagerness, but lacking the same aggression; with hitches in his breath, with arms wrapped around Alba from behind and hands that pressed flat against his stomach, as if to feel how the cocks moved in and out of him. Breathing against the nape of Alba's neck, sounds escaping the back of his throat in pleasured, stuttering gasps. Teasing Alba all over again until Alba came a second time, then a third—until, finally, Eridanys pressed himself fully inside, rooted into Alba's wetness, grunting and trembling as the cock in Alba's ass tensed and swelled. It knotted in place, leaking thick fluid that had nowhere to go but deeper, as Eridanys' teeth found the back of Alba's shoulder and sank deep enough to just barely break skin.

The swollen knot was enough that Alba learned how it felt to be filled, held in place as every inch of Eridanys' body clenched and squeezed against him. Biting back his own sounds of satisfaction, like he didn't want Alba to hear—like he hadn't expected to cum at all. But he spilled his pleasure into Alba with another few small thrusts, all of it slipping back out again once the cock finally released and Eridanys could pull away.

Alba's heart pounded with the sensation of the emptiness, the hot throbbing left behind, dripping with proof of Eridanys inside of him. Every inch trembled and buzzed and danced until he thought he might cry again, grabbing Eridanys face and yanking him down into a desperate, demanding kiss. Kissing him until he couldn't breathe—until he had to finally give in to the exhaustion clawing at his body to rest.