Chapter 28

Eridanys lungedfrom the water the moment Alba stumbled onto the beach grass, making Alba shriek with drunk laughter as he tumbled onto his back, pinned by the soaking wet siren. Flattened into the dirt, clawing at Eridanys' strong back and kissing him until he had to gasp for breath.

"Like this," he moaned, sliding his hand down to where the man's skin became scales. "Fuck me like this."

"What—right here for any sailor to pass by and see?" Eridanys purred, pushing hair from Alba's eyes before trailing his tongue up the side of his throat. "You want them to watch? To ask themselves—how long their wickie has had a strange man locked away in his house to fuck as he pleases?"

Alba pulled at Eridanys' hair as the weight of the tail rubbed between his legs, biting his lip before sitting up and turning his body, catching Eridanys off guard and rolling him onto his back. Straddling the siren's waist, Alba stared down at him through half-lidded eyes, already flushed.

"No," he said. "Not a man. A siren. Like this—I said I wanted it just like this."

Eridanys' hands found Alba's hips, looking at him like he'd just uttered something nonsensical. Like he never considered it to be an option outside of the initial mating ritual—let alone something his partner might want. It only made Alba more eager to kiss him again, tangling fingers up through his hair, running his thumbs over the sub-dermal lines on his face, pinching at the webbed fins where human ears would have been.

"Are you sure?" Eridanys asked between their mouths, but Alba was already rolling his hips against the dip beneath the siren's navel.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Alba kept Eridanys' face in one hand, sliding the other between them. Doing what Eridanys had done to him so many times, the small things that made Alba's blood bubble sweetly. Teasing his nipples, his chest, the slit between his hips where Alba knew the siren's members were tucked. "Let me do what I like, this time. If you want me to."

"I—" Eridanys' brows furrowed, fingers digging into Alba's hips as Alba's fingers inserted slightly into the slit. "I want you to."

Returning his hands to Eridanys' chest, Alba pushed him back into the grass. Eridanys watched him with hesitation, putting his hands out to grasp at Alba's arms, though not with any force. Like he needed the touch to be sure nothing caught him by surprise, clearly intimidated by the thought of someone else taking control from him. But he said nothing else, and nothing about his body-language implied he'd changed his mind, so Alba did as he said he would.

Undoing the front of his pants, Alba rose to his knees just enough to slide them off, which Eridanys took as invitation to grasp the skin of his thighs directly. Alba smiled at him, tossing the pants away before opening his legs over the siren's chest, then coaxing Eridanys' mouth to taste him. Eridanys' eyes flashed in understanding, eagerly gripping Alba's hips and pulling him closer. Closing his eyes and lapping his tongue over the sensitive nub between Alba's thighs and making Alba shiver.

Alba moaned softly, biting his lip and bending forward to plant his hands in the grass over Eridanys' head. Eridanys' fingers dug into his skin deeper, summoning more hiccuping breaths to tumble from Alba's mouth as he rolled his hips slightly, breath catching with every slide of the tongue beneath him, inside him. With every glance down to Eridanys' handsome face, half concealed beneath his body, eyes closed and lashes fluttering.

Encouraging Alba to ride his tongue like he would a cock, Alba obeyed, using Eridanys' lewd mouth like a personal toy designed to make him moan. Grinding against him for as long as he liked, until his legs trembled from the effort, from the rising delight in the base of his stomach. Bringing himself right to the edge before pulling back again, not ready to finish. Not wanting to reach it, just yet. Not while such a staunch awareness of how empty he was swirled in the pit behind his navel, wanting more. Craving to be stretched and filled.

Pulling back as the itching need grew too unbearable, Eridanys attempted to hold Alba down, still busy with his task, but Alba pulled further. He took Eridanys' hands, pinning them into the grass over his head and breathing heavily.

"Can I keep going?" he said. "Doing whatever I like."

Eridanys smiled hungrily, licking his lips. "I think I like being used by needy sailors like you, after all."

That made Alba flush more, but he shook his head to wipe the embarrassment away. He focused on the present, on the moment, on how much more he wanted so badly, searching for his discarded pants and using them to tie Eridanys' wrists together over his head, all while the siren purred with each touch.

Sitting back on Eridanys' stomach, Alba took in the sight of him, like drinking in a tall glass of sparkling wine. Face flushed, mouth and chin wet from where it'd tongued every inch between Alba's legs. Eyes sharp and directed right at him, like an animal playing along, knowing full well it could break free and do whatever it wished whenever it wanted. The muscles in his strong arms strained slightly against the binding, flexing his shoulders and chest in a way that made Alba's skin flicker slightly hotter. Even after seeing it so many times before, submitting beneath it, a willing victim to it, there was something so dangerously captivating about him—and Alba couldn't help but smile selfishly to himself. A perfect siren, all his. Eridanys was all his.

There on the wet, muddy grass just out of the water, sprinkled with rain and the waves rushing the rocks, Alba was no different from any other sailor enraptured by the mere sight of something so beautiful—except that that one, specifically, would never sing to anyone else ever again. Alba wanted to give him good reason, wanted to taste every inch of him, for once. To make Eridanys feel as desired as he did Alba, even without a song from the back of his throat.

He kissed Eridanys first, tasting himself on the siren's lips. Trailing his mouth down his chin, then his jaw, Alba bit at his collarbones and licked saltwater from the dip between them. He circled his tongue over Eridanys' plum-colored nipples, eyes flicking up when he felt the man's breath hitch beneath him. Biting at them, pinching them with his fingers, Eridanys did his best to keep the clear pleasure off his face, still saying nothing, though Alba could feel how his heart raced, tail clenching and writhing slightly beneath him.

"Do you like being touched here, too?" he asked, and Eridanys barely grunted a "yes" in reply. Flushed, frustrated, Alba found himself captivated by the sound. No luring song needed.

Alba took his time. Kissing Eridanys' skin coated in salt and rain; trailing his fingers over every bump of muscle down his stomach, biting back another smile as the siren moaned breathily even as Alba's fingers trailed over the slitted gills behind his ribs. He licked the divot of his navel, before trailing kisses across where soft skin met shimmering scales, watching Eridanys' expression change as he dipped his tongue into the erogenous slit surrounded by the scales like diamond coins. Tasting salt and mint, holding either side of the base of the man's tail while sinking his tongue deeper inside and tasting the pre-cum dripping from the growing lengths inside. Reveling in how Eridanys' breath caught so often, how he pulled against the bindings on his wrists, muscles in his chest and arms stretching and clenching in ways that drove Alba mad.

Easing fingers inside, Alba pressed against the wet, shuddering wall of the pocket, smiling as both cocks swelled out under the pressure. It was his first time seeing them up close, and he didn't hesitate to slide his hand up the length of the one spotted with hard ridges, then the softer one erect beneath it. Both already dripping with stringy pleasure, more pearls forming on their tips. Swollen and twitching, eager for more, eager to be used however Alba pleased.

Stroking the bottom cock with one hand, Alba trailed his tongue over the tip of the harder ridged one, watching Eridanys' face again before taking it into his mouth. He slid his tongue up the length, then swirled it over the tip, expecting the same salty, watery taste as before, but not the underlying sweetness. Like little drops of honeydew swelling from the slit at the head, making him wish for more. Compelling him to close his mouth over it fully, running his tongue around and pressing it into the opening that leaked such sweetness.

Eridanys finally couldn't bite back his moans, throwing his head back, arching his spine and rolling his hips to edge deeper into Alba's mouth. Alba let him, still stroking the second cock and never taking his eyes away, watching the siren's expression tense and loosen, the muscles in his stomach doing the same with every turn and draw of Alba's tongue. Pulling the length as far back into his mouth as he could, Alba held his breath and enjoyed the sensation, how it shifted and bumped the back of his throat every time Eridanys writhed in pleasure.

The serpentine muscles of his tail moved like rippling waves beneath him, rainy light reflecting off the moon-gray scales like shimmering mica in beach sand. Alba's hand not working the second cock trailed down to feel it, to fully understand the strength of the beast churning beneath him, clearly resisting every urge to twist and slam Alba onto his back in the grass. Like it took everything in Eridanys to let Alba continue as he pleased, even at his agonizingly slow, worshipping pace—but that only excited Alba more.

The fact Eridanys resisted all of those animal urges in order to give Alba what he wanted—the fact he enjoyed it enough to bite back the instinct to take what he wanted sooner. It made Alba sink lower, taking the hard, ribbed cock all the way to the back of his throat until it nearly choked him, swallowing against it, letting his throat flex around the tip as Eridanys bit back another moan.

"That's it," Eridanys exhaled in a rough breath, and Alba lifted his eyes to find the siren smiling indescribably at him. Thrilled but nerve-wracked. "You like how I taste, don't you, sailor?"

Alba slid his tongue up the bottom of the length, slowly—torturously slow by the way Eridanys' expression warped—sucking on the tip again before pulling away. More breathless than he expected, face hot.

"Yes," he said, voice hoarse from the penetration in his throat. "And you like how I use my mouth, don't you?"

Eridanys's smile twitched like he almost burst out laughing, throwing his head back again and bending an arm over his face. "God—Neptune save me, I will gut any man who ever lays a hand on what's mine."

Alba laughed, crawling back up Eridanys' body to kiss his chest again, then his mouth, not expecting how demanding the siren grabbed and pinned him there the moment he could. Caught within his bound arms like a fish in a net, Alba kissed him with all the same eagerness, sure that had his teeth been any sharper, he would have left gashes in Eridanys' lips.

He settled himself between the two cocks as their mouths fought for dominance, grinding back and forth over them without sliding anything inside. He pressed his hands flat to Eridanys' chest, moaning softly as the dual members stimulated him on both sides, enjoying the feeling of Eridanys' entire body clenching in response. How his already dripping cocks throbbed harder, how every time they caught the edge of near-insertion before popping free again, a low snarl of disappointment and growing tension rumbled from the back of Eridanys' throat. But Alba took his time, enjoying himself, enjoying the feeling of teasing something otherwise so demanding, so harsh and domineering and quick to take whatever it wanted. Teaching his siren how to be patient. But most of all—how to be pleasured by someone else's hands and mouth.

When he did invite Eridanys inside, Alba used only one of the cocks to start, biting his lip as it spread his hole open while the second cock rubbed deliciously up and down his clit with every sway of his hips. It soon grew harder and harder for Alba to keep his voice down, to bite back any sound more than a sharp moan or a gasp, muscles quivering as Eridanys' cock pressed deep into his stomach, making his heart stop and start again.

Reaching the edge of his willing patience, Eridanys' hips dared to move on their own, suddenly thrusting upward into Alba's body and making Alba jolt, crying out in delight and losing the rhythm of his movements as a rush of sparkling overwhelm injected his muscles.

Hunching forward, bracing against Eridanys' body again, Alba could only moan and gasp as Eridanys buried his hips up inside a second time, claiming the movements for himself and fucking Alba from below without the need of hands or anything else. Filling Alba to the brim and making his toes curl every time the muscled tail coiled and Eridanys' skin slapped against the backs of his legs, while simultaneously stroking his clit with the bumpy ridges of his second cock.

When the thrusting from below unexpectedly slowed, Alba cracked his blurry eyes open in question, world spinning in an overwhelming haze. Before he saw Eridanys' face, he heard his voice:

"I feel your leg clenching," he said, like a warning. Alba nearly asked what he was trying to imply, but then the strokes into him resumed, slow and careful, rolling in and out like rhythmic waves against the beach. "You have to tell me if it hurts."

In his spinning mind, Alba didn't know what Eridanys meant. His body felt fine, more than fine, on the verge of ascending into the sky—but as he settled back in, a dull throb made itself known in his hip, striking down the length of it in a quiet, buzzing hum. Not yet pain, but a pinched nerve prepared to complain. He grimaced, pressing a hand to his hip and shaking his head. Hating how Eridanys could sense it before even he did, as if he could feel every shift in Alba's weight, how he sat, how he unconsciously adjusted his posture without even knowing it.

"I guess… you'll have t'hold me in place," he said, struggling at first to even find his mouth to speak. Sitting forward, he groped around over Eridanys' head to grab the knot of the slacks keeping the siren's wrists together. Pulling them free, he wobbled as clawed hands immediately found his hips and balanced him back upright. Before sitting back, he met Eridanys' eyes again, realizing the smile on his face must have been pitiful by the way Eridanys laughed at him.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" he asked, initiating the pace once more, knocking what few thoughts Alba had loose all over again. Alba wavered upright before sinking down to recline chest-to-chest with him, biting back a moan as the second cock finally caught on the edge of his cunt and invited itself inside.

"Yes—god, yes," Alba sighed, shivering in pleasure before lifting his head just enough to kiss Eridanys for what had to be the hundredth time. He bent his back and moved his hips in time with the siren's thrusts, pressing them deeper, squeezing both members every time they buried inside of him.

"Eridanys," he breathed, struggling to find the words again, voice stolen by the siren driving him mad with every movement. "Oh, Eri—Eridanys, that's… oh, god, you feel… so good, it's…"

Eridanys' hand cupped the back of Alba's head, holding him without dominance, almost with a sense of tenderness, keeping him where he was. To see Alba's face, to watch every shift in his expression. His opposite hand remained on Alba's hip, holding it, squeezing gently every time the muscle throbbed or tightened in discomfort. Sensing it, even before Alba could.

"Alba… " Eridanys whispered, like he wasn't sure he was allowed to. Like he only did it because Alba said his name, first—but then the sound came again, and again. Alba, Alba, like the taste of it on his tongue complemented the pleasure sparking in his blood.

Alba opened his hazy eyes again, unable to help the overwhelmed smile that stretched his sore lips. It was the first time anyone had ever said his name so intimately—so full of emotion. Gentleness, tenderness—nothing he would have ever expected from a mouth lined with such sharp teeth.

"I'm going to c-cum, I think," he said, biting back a whimper that chased it. Eridanys pulled him closer, kissing his hairline where the silver patch grew. Tasting the salt and sweat on Alba's skin, holding his lips there.

"Cum for me," he whispered, making Alba shiver. "I want you to cum for me, Albatross, my prince of the sea."

Alba groaned, but his breath continued to hitch until his arms wound around the back of Eridanys' neck and he cried out with every new thrust. Stimulating him sharper and deeper, making him tighten and release. Eridanys held him in return, quickening his pace, pressing as deeply as he could, teeth trailing over the skin of Alba's shoulder.

"You feel so good, Alba—" he said between gasps, words spilling out like he never expected them. "I want to be the only one—who ever says your name, inside of you, knowing you, Alba, Alba. My caller of the shore—Mine, only mine?—"

The coiling pit in Alba's stomach tightened for the last time, and he threw his head back with a cry as the sensation ricocheted through the rest of his body. Hot and cold at the same time, like lightning and the stabbing pricks of ice water on skin. Cutting off his breath, clutching every muscle in a vice grip as his insides tightened in vain against the cocks penetrating him, wishing to both push them out and hold them in place.

Alba hardly bit back a shriek of delight as Eridanys' fingers found his clit in the midst of it all, teasing and swirling a thumb over the nub already swollen and used, summoning another shuddering cry of pleasure to choke from Alba's clenched body.

When his muscles finally released again, Alba slumped over Eridanys' shoulder, caught in his arms and held close, a cool mouth littering gentle kisses up the side of his neck.

"God—god—How could the sea ever let a demon like you onto the shore with the rest of us…" Alba shuddered, wrapping his arms back around Eridanys' body.

Eridanys chuckled under his breath, holding Alba with continued, surprising carefulness, brushing hair from his damp forehead.

"She didn't let me go without a fight, as a matter of fact," he answered. "And she will be very envious to learn I have given myself to a sailor who can use me whenever he likes." He kissed the center of Alba's chest. "However he likes."

"Oh," Alba sighed. "How did I get so lucky?"

"Not luck," Eridanys teased, stroking in and out a few more times before finally pulling free. Alba groaned once he was left gaping, a part of him tempted to arch his back and slide the man's cocks right back in again. "I told you once before—If you hadn't chosen me, first, I would have simply stolen you away to keep for myself. To use whenever, however I like."

His fingers trailed delicately over the black stains across Alba's chest, the thinner streaks over the front of his neck, the smallest tendrils that curled slightly under his jaw. It made Alba shiver, pushing Eridanys' hand away. Something about the tenderness of that touch, specifically, was more overwhelming than all the others, and Alba's heart raced in a different way.

"Does it have to be only one or the other?" Alba asked. Eridanys' eyes searched him like he wasn't sure how to answer, like that was never something he considered. Frowning, Alba reached for Eridanys' ridged cock again, rising on his knees and sliding it back inside with a small sound. Eridanys' arms around him tightened. "Can't we—use one another equally? Own one another equally?"

"Can we?"

Eridanys' expression was almost unsettling, making Alba worry he'd said the wrong thing, or—just kept planting ideas the siren never thought possible. He just took Eridanys' face, holding it, kissing him, riding him in the way he'd learned he liked. Slow at first, then faster as the man's breaths caught. Fucking himself on Eridanys until Eridanys grabbed his waist and fucked him in return, met with Alba's own movements until they matched in tempo and Alba's mouth dropped open with another wave of squeezing, rising pleasure.

"Just—like that," he said, voice cracking. "Again—You're going to make me cum—again, Eri, mmh! At the same time—I want to c-cum at the same time."

Eridanys' sharp nails dragged down Alba's back, his jaw clenched, muscles tightening to the point his thrusts lost rhythm. Feeling desperate, close to the edge. The whole time, he stared at Alba, seeing him, observing him, his eyes, his mouth, every movement of his face. All over again, always looking for a lie, or a trick, or perhaps simply waiting for him to take back everything he said—but Alba just kissed him again, pressing their mouths together even as another orgasm rocked through his body, followed shortly by Eridanys pinning himself deep between Alba's legs and locking him there by the waist. Releasing inside of him, enough that it spilled out and dripped down Alba's leg. Leaving Alba breathless, dizzy, sweaty and flushed as he finally pulled away again. Wanting to see Eridanys' face as he came, for the first time.

Eridanys' expression clenched harder, brows knitted and teeth locked—before melting into one of pure, innocent, thoughtless bliss. Every inch of him, his hard exterior, the guard he always kept up, the gnashing of his teeth even when fast asleep on the bed by Alba's side—sloughed off like crashing waves from a breakwater.

When that softness remained even once his eyes opened again, searching for Alba still hovering over him, Alba couldn't help but wonder—if there was more to it than just the physical release. As if there was something else—unseen, unspoken. Especially when the siren's mouth lifted into a weak smile, then pressed a gentle kiss to Alba's chest. Breathing out Alba's name one last time, like a prayer.