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Rook's touch radiates through him even in its gentleness, partly from how easily his own skin sticks to him. It's only natural, but it still feels strange all the same. He hasn't often been touched out of water like this... Rook isn't put off by him like this. Not from how he looks or feels. He called him beautiful like this. As himself rather than the flesh suit he wears on a day-to-day--though he seems just fine with that form, too.

He finds himself wanting to lean closer, to selfishly want for more of that type of touch. Is it rushing things? Most likely... he should think more on it.

Jade presses their lips together again, both hands moving to grip the older boy's face to keep him close.

A giddy little laugh bubbles up, too thrilled to contain himself. For all that they've been talking of danger and death, there's not a hint of that topic left in his demeanor even mere moments later; there's just a boy in love, melting his first real kiss with a dreamy smile. It may not have gone exactly how he had expected it would..... But the surprise is an integral part of the beauty too, is it not?

It may not be quite as romantic as a seashore, but it's still perfectly fitting that it should happen here, in this place that allows them both to be comfortable as who and what they really are. Rook's free arm wraps around Jade's neck, a silent promise to stay right where he is; the other hand keeps exploring, gently stroking and squeezing sticky scales and powerful muscles. How did he ever get so lucky, to really get the chance to potentially call someone so beautiful his?

Truthfully, Jade had never been the one to fantasize about dreamy shores or such intimate kisses. He'd expected something much more rigid and professional for himself--something potentially arranged or sought out specifically to stave off disappointment. The lack of producing an heir is... complicated, but not impossible. Their great-grandfather was adopted into the family when he was found abandoned after the rest of his family was devoured by some unknown entity just after he was hatched.

Not a deal breaker, even if not what his family necessarily expects. And they did have Floyd... though it's easier to imagine him as an uncle rather than an overly easy-going father.

When teeth hit teeth the thoughts are brushed aside, Jade's lips parting further to press a dark blue, green tinged tongue against the other's in a bid for entrance. Webbed fingers shifting more comfortably into messy blond hair as his tail shifts more into Rook's palm.

Ah, thank heavens he doesn't need to worry about heirs. Isn't it a stroke of good fortune that he's not going to be carrying the Hunt family legacy on his shoulders? As much as he loves his family, as happy as he is to support and participate in his birthright..... ultimately, he's still free.

Free to tip his head back and part his lips in invitation, to let Jade deepen the kiss to his heart's content. Free to slide across slippery tile and tug himself close to lean against a broad chest, to knead at his tail in thoughtless contentment. What more could he possibly want, in this moment?

He tastes like the earth even with how human he is. Jade's exploration is slow and careful, savoring the feel of him. Is his own salted tongue unpleasant in comparison? It's easy to focus on his own nerves when Rook's breathing and pulse are so steady even as he pulls him so close against him. Claws trace down the junior's neck, pressing firmly against the bandana tied there to feel some more of him. Jade's tail twists under Rook's palm, but pulls itself closer around them in a way no human's legs ever could replicate.

Chest to chest like this he can feel the warmth seep into his own cold, wet body. His tail slides around a thigh before squeezing--not hard enough to break or maim, but with a definite intentional and distributed pressure.

Strange what a contrast there is between them, isn't it? Jade remains seemingly unmoved, no matter much of a mess he may feel inside. And Rook..... his pulse stays steady with an almost clockwork precision, even as he moans around the cool press of a tongue in his mouth. How could he not, when that powerful tail is squeezing so high up along his thigh? When he can't help but fantasize about what might happen if he was completely engulfed in those coils, or if those claws making his skin prickle with such excitement were to dig in?

Rook's grip on Jade tightens a little, kiss growing more heated before he even realizes it. If this is some kind of test to prove whether he really thinks of this shape as beautiful, well..... if Jade touches him much more, he'll be able to feel that proof pressing against him soon enough.

The moan is met with one of Jade's own as his teeth bring the occasional drop of copper to his tongue. Webbed fingers move to squeeze the muscle of Rook's chest before trailing down his side until it can dip behind him to rest on the small of his back. Holding him more firmly against him as his tail loosens its grip just enough to glide across dark denim, coiling more over Jade's length around his leg. Each rippling muscle beneath his slick skin moving against thigh and calf.

"Mmn..." He doesn't want to pull back, too enthralled in the warmth he's chasing and the feel of Rook's hand squeezing and kneading at whatever parts of his tail he can reach.

As stoic as Jade usually is, that gorgeous sound rolls straight through him; it would be impossible not to feel the growing arousal throbbing against Jade's stomach and tail as it slithers around him. Under any other circumstances, he might protest how effectively immobilized that tail coiled around his leg leaves him.

Right now, though? That thought just leaves Rook flushed and dark-eyed with desire, eagerly pressing into every touch Jade deigns to give him. His own touch soon turns purposeful, fondling slowly but steadily moving up Jade's tail. He may not have intimate knowledge of moray anatomy, but even so..... Even so, he thinks he might know enough. He wants to touch him.

Jade has never seen himself as naked like this. How could he when all of the parts of himself that he wants to keep private are so intimately and conveniently tucked away. Not like human bodies with all of the inconvenience and awkwardness that comes with them. How he'd grown used to learning how to ignore the occasional surprise erection or simply being a hinderance by being so in the way. He'd never had Floyd's misfortune of accidentally injuring himself by throwing himself onto a chair in just the wrong way, thankfully, but it still was more trouble than it was worth.

But the press of Rook's body against him now brings with it a very different feeling. The heat pressing against Jade's abdomen so obvious, but surely just a biological reaction to such an intimate kiss?

Then he feels Rook's fingers brush against his delicately hidden slit, slightly swollen and emitting a different sort of slickness thanks to his own enjoyment. Jade hisses on instinct, but the shudder that follows is a far cry from a bad sign as his tail tightens more harshly around Rook's thigh. The kiss is broken, finally, as Jade's head falls to the other's shoulder. "Ahh... that's..."

It's a struggle to deal with such a body, isn't it? Even as someone so intimately comfortable with his own body, so used to using it as a tool and a weapon, Rook has to admit that being a human is..... unwieldy. Sometimes, it's even hard to feel like your own skin fits right, feeling so acutely all the things you could be capable of, if only you were a slightly different shape.

Is it a positive, the way he's so exposed that even touches like these are enough to get him hot and bothered? Or just one more downside, how effortlessly Jade can arouse him if he feels the need to? At least it's a good consolation prize that he gets to touch such an elegant body himself, that he gets to see--oh. There, right there. That's the spot he's been searching for. Rook can't help but whimper as Jade breaks the kiss, arousal straining against soaked denim as he squirms against the merman. Even so..... he can't resist the urge to touch more, leather gloved fingertips growing slick as they delicately trace the length of Jade's slit. "Yes?"

Gills flare as Jade breathes, the slick fluid surrounding them easing into their darkened holes only to be replaced easily by more thanks to the humidity of the room. His claws dig into the leather of Rook's vest, but he frees blond hair in favor of resting his cold palm on the hunter's opposite shoulder.

His gaze falls between them to rest on how genuine the older boy's attention is even through such a hardy fabric. Fingertips trail down his chest and abdomen before cupping the shape of him firmly. It's only fair when Rook's fingers spread his slick so teasingly, isn't it?

He should stop this now, but he can already feel how easily the pointed tip of his own arousal is lured by gloved fingers. He lets out a slow, controlled exhale through the space between his ribs. "Are you positive?"

Oh, that's good. Claws digging into the thick leather of his vest is nearly as suggestive as sucking on someone's fingers, and the way he holds him..... Rook eagerly presses into Jade's hand for more, fingers teasing at the edges of Jade's slit. "I've been positive. If you're not, though....."

Does Jade have any idea how long he's been daydreaming about a moment like this? Months. Months. He definitely understands if this is all a little much for Jade to handle so suddenly, but..... Seven, he wants him. Even if he can't have all of Jade, can't he at least touch him, just a little?

How is he supposed to focus on anything but Rook's fingers brushing over him? The water is warm, Rook is warm, but his fingertips might as well be on fire with how intense even such a light touch feels.

It's sudden--until barely any time ago, he'd considered them as nothing but friends. That the way he occasionally found himself wanting to reach out to touch his cheek or hair was dangerously inappropriate and selfish. Yet now as he carefully rakes a claw along the shape of Rook in his jeans he finds a combination of want and hesitation. Something like this would be fine, right? Until they--well, he--had more time to come to terms with what he might actually want. Even if there's nothing more that he wants in this moment than Rook to stay by his side, he doesn't want to rush because of something as base as instinct.

He squeezes Rook's arousal tight, offering a nip against the hunter's jaw. "Nothing inside of either of us."

"Nnngh--" Rook's cock twitches hard under the touch of a wickedly sharp claw, only growing hotter as Jade wraps it in such a tight grip; as keen as his nose is, the merman can probably smell the first beads of precum leaking from him, even through the thick steam of the shower. For a moment, he can only breathe through the rush of need, shuddering in excitement under the harsh scrape of fangs.

"O-oui. Nothing inside." No fingers, no cocks, right? Does that mean he can at least get his mouth on him? Does that count as inside?

"Good..." His touch is a little softer, but he doesn't offer any apologetic strokes or touches. Not when he can tell how positive of an affect his grip had. Rook is so sure of how much he wants him that he's willing to let himself be handled so roughly? Though that very well may just be personal preference. "At least not this."

The tip of Jade's arousal brushes against gloved fingers now, slender and pointed in comparison to his human form. Flexible in how it ever so slightly curves against the pads of Rook's fingers. Jade's teeth shift to the other's neck instead, teasing what flesh he can reach with their pointed edges. It would be so easy to bite in and tear... but they're followed by a press of his lips instead and a shiver as more of his cock makes its way into Rook's palm.

Is it how infatuated he's grown with Jade, that leaves him so eager to let the merman treat him so roughly? Or is it how exciting it is, balancing precariously on the edge of serious pain and injury? Maybe it's a little of both, if the way Jade's fangs teasing at the delicate skin of his neck leaves him whimpering and squirming is any indication; even now, letting his head roll to the side to instinctively bare his throat for him, the pulse under Jade's mouth barely seems changed at all.

Finally, Rook's arm unwinds from Jade's neck. He's quick to pull his gloves off and toss them aside--he wants to feel Jade in his hands, properly. Or rather, in one hand? Rook trails his fingertips over what little of Jade's arousal has already presented itself, thumb tracing gentle circles over the pointed tip; his other hand strokes and rubs at Jade's parted slit, ready to coax the rest of Jade's length into the open air. He's being good, see? If he can't go in, he'll just have to content himself with making sure what he wants comes out.....

How Rook's body conflicts with the beating of his heart is fascinating. How his skin can be so flushed and his desire so clear in Jade's palm yet his pulse keep so steady... he's a little jealous, if he's honest. His own cold blood feels like it's rushing in comparison, especially as he lets his mouth close over Rook's pulse.

He moans against the throat between his teeth, the tips digging in a bit from the way his jaws move at the sound. A second set of teeth barely prickles against Rook's Adam's apple as the merman swallows. Jade's arousal practically betrays him with his need, so easily gliding heavy and slick into the hunter's hand. Even as a man Jade is impressive, but it's nothing compared to the length of such a thick, softly-ridged appendage dripping on Rook's fingers now. He wants to edge himself more against the hand working over his slit, but he stills in favor of yanking at the buckle of the other's belt.

Soft needy sounds only pitch higher as fangs draw blood, and even more emerge from nowhere to graze against his throat, tantalizingly close to piercing skin as well; Jade will find him a slick mess by the time he manages to work his belt loose and free him from his pants. How could he not be so eager, finding himself utterly at Jade's mercy? Having such a gorgeous cock gliding into his hand like it belongs there?

He's so big..... Even determined to be good, Rook can't help but ache to have it inside him. Rook wraps his hand around Jade's cock to start stroking instead, slow and deliberate; the fingers on his free hand curl as well, this time experimentally dragging his nails lightly over Jade's slit.

The texture of Jade's hand differs from a human's even without the thick layer of hydrating and protective mucous that coats him. His fingers wrap around Rook once he's free, offering a few slow strokes of his own to spread what mess the other's already produced along his length. His hand looks so large in comparison, but as he runs the tip along the webbing between his fingers he finds that he likes it.

Teeth are replaced with tongue even though biting down harder is all that he wants in the moment. To leave a mark so busted and bruised that even the bandana around the hunter's neck wouldn't be able to obscure it from even non-prying eyes.

Jade lets out a small gasp against Rook's throat at the difference in sensations, but his attention to his throat stays strong despite it. His slit twitching beneath the blunt nails dragging along it, the skin there already sensitive even without the constant attention. His arousal throbs in the hunter's hand, each backstroke only earning him more slick practically spilling from his tip. "Is it too much?"

It's a wildly different texture than he's used to, when his own hands are normally so dry and calloused. So soft and slick..... Jade feels amazing. Not just wrapped around his cock, but touching him at all is just..... unreal. It's hard to think of anything beyond how much more he wants. He wants to be entirely swallowed up by Jade's coils, with that massive, beautiful cock buried so deep inside him that he can't do anything but beg to be fucked and marked and claimed, until nobody could possibly mistake whose property he is.

It's all overwhelming. That wet heat soothing the stinging nicks against his throat, the cool slime Jade is working over his cock, how deliciously reactive Jade's cock and slit are to his every touch..... Rook's touches only grow more heated as his own arousal grows, gaze unfocused with lust. It's already probably too much, but that doesn't change how desperately he wants more. Why should he listen to his limits, when pushing them only this much already feels so good? "It's perfect. You're perfect."

Being wanted like this... it's a different feeling. Rook's words only pulling more of his natural fluids into his hands. Both his slit and cock steadily weeping now, his tail curling to brush against the hunter's body more. Pressing thick and heavy against his abdomen and thigh, brushing against the arousal in Jade's hand in passing as it twists around Rook's chest and holds. It's a tight squeeze, but he's careful not to bend his ribs too much.

He'd hate to break him even if every instinct in him tells him to squeeze him so tight that he couldn't escape even with force. Jade kisses him again as he strokes Rook's length faster, the claw of his thumb teasing the leaking slit on the tip.

When he finally leaves the blond's throat he finds that watching his senpai like this is addicting. A new side of humanity he's never gotten to see before--one not so easily discovered by simply prying eyes from how private it is. The expression on Rook's face, the hue on his cheeks, the way his pupils twitch in a way that shows just how lost in it all it is. His own arousal twists in Rook's hand, tip curling just slightly against his wrist in a small bid to keep himself somewhat in control for the moment. Mismatched eyes attentive even as Jade struggles to decide where he wants to look on Rook's body. He settles on his face, in the end. "You're stunning..."

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