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It was a calm morning. The wind was blowing gently, and the birds were singing while lazy waves were washing against the Ionian shores. Behind the horizon, the sun peeked out, its shine reflecting off the surface. Some of that light reached below it, waking up the daytime sea life, including merfolk.
A single sunbeam found its way through the window of a partially submerged grotto. What from a boat looked like a tiny island among many was the roof of a recently reunited married couple. Like the others, it was still peacefully quiet at such an early hour. But that was soon to change.
The lonely ray of light traveled all the way to the couple’s bedroom under the sea, tickling Yone’s deep red glittery lashes. They fluttered, and Yone opened his eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them with his fingers. As his muscles stretched, he noticed the weight of his husband’s strong arm around his waist, his heart bubbling over with joy. He gently traced over the golden scales on its outer side. They were sparkling in the morning sun like the human coins he sometimes found lost in the sand on the seafloor or in chests inside sunken ships.
Yone had seen a few that were full of them. He learned the coins were never the same in two different chests. He also learned that humans didn't care which coins they found, as long as there were a lot of them. Some people dedicated their whole lives to finding at least one such treasure, but Yone never understood why. Maybe it was because he already found his. Or maybe it was the excitement of another one joining them soon. He leaned back against K'Sante's broad chest, basking in the warmth of his body that never ran cold, even in the cool water, and glanced at the alarm clock on his bedside table. Ten more minutes. Ten more minutes to rest his eyes. Ten more minutes to cuddle his husband. And ten more minutes of dreaming about celebrating the festival as a family of three next year.
When he checked the time again, there were two minutes left. He carefully lifted K'Sante's arm, putting a pillow in his place so as not to interrupt K'Sante's sleep, and sat up on the edge of their bed to turn the alarm off before it started ringing. Usually, they would get up together, but K'Sante needed the rest after such a taxing trip, so Yone didn't expect him to wake up and go to his workshop early that day.
With one smooth motion, he turned onto his stomach, floating right above the mattress and K'Sante's relaxed face, giving him a tender kiss on his prickly cheek. K'Sante's arms shot up and wrapped around Yone's torso, drawing him closer like the tentacles of a hungry octopus. Yone yelped when K'Sante turned them over, locking Yone beneath his robust body. Yone groaned as the pillow that got trapped between them pressed uncomfortably against his stomach. He tugged on it, trying to get it out, which earned him a chuckle from his husband who lifted himself up a bit so Yone could throw the pillow away. When that was done, K'Sante showered Yone's face and neck with kisses as Yone struggled to breathe out of laughter, K'Sante's beard scratching his skin. K'Sante deemed it enough torment for the morning and moved to Yone's mouth, pressing a gentle peck to his lips. And another one. And another. Yone wrapped his tail around K'Sante's and his slender arms around his beloved's neck, pulling the man closer and deepening the kiss.
“You'll be late,” K'Sante mumbled when he pulled himself away a bit, Yone chasing after the kiss.
However, K'Sante's words brought him back to reality. He shoved his chuckling husband away and sprang out of the bed toward the surface, pushing himself to sit on the edge of the floor in the above-water part of the room. With a flash of magical light, he swung his tail out of the water, turning it into a pair of legs at his will. The sound of his wet footsteps on the stone floor echoed through the room as he crossed the short distance to his vanity table, his dripping long hair stuck to his naked body. K'Sante followed him, resting his folded arms at the floor's edge and watching Yone skillfully tie his hair into a knot that he secured with the new hairpin K'Sante brought him from Shurima.
“You owe me dinner,” he said, looking at K'Sante through the mirror.
“I'll pick you up at work after you finish, then.” K'Sante grinned back at him, and Yone's own lips curved into a tiny smile.
He left the vanity and sat by K'Sante's arm, dipping his feet into the water. With a single pace, K'Sante moved in front of Yone, who spread his legs to let him come closer. Once more, K'Sante's arms wrapped around his waist as he hugged him, kissing his tummy before laying his head on it. Yone brushed the tips of his fingers over K'Sante's locks, glad that he set his alarm enough in advance to afford a short moment like this one.
“I love you,” K'Sante said, looking up into Yone's emerald eyes and then giving his stomach another kiss.
Yone caressed his cheek, returning the fond look, “I love you too.”
K'Sante smiled, a cheeky spark blinking in his amber eyes. “Okay, time to go,” he announced and pulled Yone off the edge and into the water with a splash.
Yone only managed to get a confused ‘What?’ out and to lock his arms around K’Snate's neck before they submerged. K'Sante twirled them in the water, Yone's legs just dangling by K'Sante's hip, which he turned back into a tail when his head caught up with what was happening.
“You don't seem that tired,” Yone said with an unimpressed stare when they stopped spinning.
That earned him another laugh from his husband, who squeezed him tighter in his embrace and smooched his cheek.
“I got to sleep it off with you in my arms; I'm fully recharged now,” he replied with a grin.
Yone smacked his shoulder while trying to keep his stoic expression, but the corner of his mouth betrayed him when he faux-complained about K'Sante being corny, the amused hint in his voice failing his facade even further.
“Alright, how about you go get ready, and I'll make you breakfast in the meantime?” K'Sante offered.
Yone was ready to protest and send K'Sante back to bed, but he really didn't seem tired, and Yone knew K'Sante could be rather stubborn when he set his mind onto something, especially when that something was taking care of Yone.
So, he just settled with, ‘That would be lovely, thank you.’
K'Sante gave him one more cheek kiss. “Okay, and don't worry. I can sleep more once you leave. Not that I feel like it, though.”
“I haven't said anything,” Yone protested, which only stretched K'Sante's lips into another smile.
“But you were thinking about it.”
There was no reason to argue about that. They both knew K'Sante was right, and Yone didn't have time for pointless bickering. However, it left K'Sante with a certain sense of pride and accomplishment when he read his husband right as Yone squirmed out of his embrace, mumbling he needed to get ready. And Yone? Despite often being sort of grumpy about it, a pleasant warmth filled his chest every time.
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The school bell rang, announcing the end of Yone's last class for the day. With spring break approaching, it was increasingly more difficult to keep his students in line. Just like nature, they'd become livelier as the days were getting longer. Yone couldn't blame them. He was looking forward to the week off as much as they were. But unlike them, he still had a lot to do. Since the exams were over, the students were mostly free from their school duties. Yone, on the other hand, had to correct all the tests from the multiple classes he taught.
He dismissed the class, which resulted in the room filling with noise and chatter when the students got up from their seats. As he was collecting his teaching materials and replying to his students’ goodbyes, he pretended not to see two of them trying to get out of their board duty and leave the classroom without him noticing by swimming near the ceiling.
“Where do you think you're going?” He asked and looked right above the door frame from where they were trying to sneak out.
“What? We?” Ezreal laughed nervously. “We're just, um, trying to get the sponges. Yes.” He finished with a self-pleased smile, and Kayn, who was floating next to him, just rolled his eyes at the obvious lie.
They were lucky that Yone wasn't in the mood to argue with them, especially when they all knew Ezreal was lying and that Yone could tell. So, he decided to let it slide and beckoned them toward the corner of the room, right by the door, where the shelf with the sponges was located.
“Go ahead then.”
They swam to pick them up while whisper-bickering, which Yone ignored for the sake of his sanity. It was always hard for people to strike up a conversation with him directly, or at least he thought so, but it didn't apply to Ezreal who didn't take long before he approached him.
“Excuse me, sir, is that a new hairpin? I don't remember you wearing it before. It’s gorgeous!”
It wasn't surprising for him to ask such a question. The young merman had an eye for precious things. As a naturally curious exchange student, he didn't like staying inside. Instead, he preferred to roam the sea and explore. It was no wonder that, with these two aspects of his personality combined, he noticed every piece of jewelry Yone wore to class, and soon figured out where the accessories were from.
“Thank you. And yes, it is new. My husband brought it all the way from Shurima,” Yone replied in a conversational tone, used to Ezreal's quizzing about his jewelry.
“Oh! Is Mr. K'Sante back then?”
“He is back in town now, yes.”
Ever since Ezreal came across K’Sante’s workshop on one of his roamings, he became a regular visitor, befriending the owner. K'Sante didn’t mind it one bit. He was always excited to share about his work, and Ezreal was always eager to listen. No wonder the two of them grew rather close. For how cheerful the teen was, after a talk with Yone, they concluded that, as an exchange student, Ezreal might have felt a bit lonely. It didn’t take long before they started joking about how they basically adopted him and Aphelios, the other exchange student in Yone’s class.
“You should drop by his workshop. I’m sure he’d love to see you,” Yone suggested.
“Oh! I will! Thank you,” Ezreal beamed. He was about to say something else, but he yelped instead when a sponge hit his back.
“Hey, I’m not cleaning that whole thing alone,” Kayn complained, annoyed with his friend. “I did my half,” he said, giving Ezreal a devilish grin. “Try to catch up, loser. See ya tomorrow, Mr. Yone.” Then he darted out the door before Yone could say anything.
“Hey! Kayn, wait up!” Ezreal yelled after the other student. He quickly turned to the blackboard, wiping it clean in record time, followed by a blurted-out ‘goodbye’ to Yone, and then he was gone.
Yone just sighed. Kids. Other times, he would reprimand them for yelling and throwing the sponge and scold Kayn for the casual way he talked to him. However, he had already given up on doing so as the spring break was coming. He really needed it. Also, a part of him found the kids’ antics endearing. A corner of his mouth quirked up in a tiny smile, and he brought his hand to his flat stomach. Would their child be like that too in the future? He couldn’t wait to find out.
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K’Sante picked Yone up after work as he promised. They ended up going to their favorite restaurant, a cozy little place near their neighborhood with great prices and pleasant staff. They were more like friends at this point. When they showed up with the chime of the bell, everyone greeted them with bright smiles. While the younger employees asked K’Sante all sorts of questions about his trip to Shurima, the owner immediately gossiped with him about Yone’s frequent visits to the restaurant while he was gone, and how lonely he must have felt, missing his husband. For that, Yone argued that it was just more convenient to eat there instead of cooking only one serving of a meal for himself.
The truth was somewhere in the middle. Their grotto felt lonely without K’Sante there, and of course, Yone missed him, so spending time around other people was sometimes a welcomed distraction, but he was also exhausted enough that cooking just for himself was the last thing he wanted to do. Most importantly, however, cooking only for himself didn’t bring him the same joy as cooking for them both. Yone loved to cook; it was a relaxing activity for him, but with the amount of energy it required, he often found himself unmotivated to do so when there wasn’t anyone to appreciate it. He missed the way K’Sante’s face lit up when Yone put the food in front of him, and the cheek kiss he gave Yone as a ‘thank you’ when he finished eating. Those moments were simply priceless.
Yone also missed K’Sante cooking for him. It was nice to be on the other end sometimes. The mere memory of popping his head up above the surface into the kitchen, air thick with the smell of spice, and K’Sante standing by the stove in just his tiny shorts and an apron brought saliva into his mouth. That picture triggered a chain reaction of thoughts, each one more scandalous than the previous one. From Yone gawking at K’Sante’s strong bare legs, their outer sides covered in gold and green scales and his pattern glittering under his skin, to K’Sante feeding him the food he made while Yone was sitting on his…
Warmth flushed over Yone’s cheeks, and he stuffed his mouth full of the food he ordered, hoping anyone who noticed his face would assign it to the hot spice in his meal. Thankfully, K’Sante was back now, which meant Yone didn’t have to be alone with his torturing thoughts anymore. They had a calm chat over dinner, and for a moment, Yone forgot about his sexual frustration. However, it came back at full force when K’Sante absentmindedly stroked the side of Yone’s tail with his fin, rubbing the other’s lateral line. K’Sante was happily chatting away, oblivious to his husband’s fluttering ear fins and goosebumps on his bare arms, until Yone checked his dainty wristwatch.
“Oh, what time is it?” K’Sante asked, stopping his rambling about a new tool he saw at the convention.
“It’s almost 8 pm,” Yone replied, feeling a bit guilty that K’Sante didn’t get to finish his excited talk.
“My! Do you wanna go home? It’s getting quite late.”
“Would you mind?” Yone asked, and K’Sante frowned slightly out of concern.
“Of course not, darling.”
K’Sante waved over one of the waiters and settled the bill. They both thanked them for their meals and wished everyone goodbye, then swam out into the night. On their way home, Yone encouraged K’Sante to continue his tool talk, with which he gladly complied.
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When they were back at their grotto, Yone took the chance of slowly sliding his palms up K’Sante’s bare back as he was locking the door for the night. His arms were heavy from how tired he was, but he still stroked K’Sante’s broad shoulders and started peppering the base of his neck with kisses. K’Sante turned his head as far as he could to look at his husband.
“What are you doing?” He asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.
“What do you-” Yone yawned, “think I’m doing?”
K’Sante chuckled and turned around, cupping Yone’s face in his big hands. His husband’s eyes were barely staying open. He was so cute, K’Sante’s heart ached, so he pulled Yone closer and placed a kiss on his forehead.
“Come on, it’s time to go to bed,” he said, brushing his thumb over Yone’s cheekbone.
Yone hummed and nuzzled into his hand before kissing his lips. It was tender, almost chaste, if it wasn’t for Yone’s hands running over the lateral lines on K’Sante’s torso, which drew a shiver out of him, and his breath hitched when Yone moved the kissing to his neck. It was sloppy, and K’Sante could tell with how much physical effort Yone was feeling up his sides. It was at Yone’s next yawn that K’Sante peeled Yone’s hands from his waist and closed them between his, putting a kiss on Yone’s knuckles.
“To sleep,” he clarified. “You’re barely awake, sweetheart.”
Yone cupped his cheeks, trying to look at him through his heavy crimson lashes, his silhouette bathed in the pale moonlight, and his white hair glittering like each one was made of nacre. The sight was something K’Sante had seen a million times, yet it stunned him every single time. Yone’s eyelids fell shut as he leaned into another kiss.
“Then fuck me to sleep,” he mumbled against K’Sante’s lips with the tiniest smile.
K’Sante’s eyes grew in bewilderment. It wasn’t like they hadn’t done it before, but in Yone’s current state, K’Sante was quite sure that Yone would fall asleep the second his head hit the pillow. Plus, there were other reasons as to why he didn’t find the proposition appealing at that moment.
He chuckled and shook his head, then lifted Yone’s chin, which forced Yone to open his eyes and look at his husband.
“Not tonight, beloved. I’d rather you be conscious the first time we do that since I came back. Let’s do this another time. You have work tomorrow, and I’m running low on energy myself.”
Yone finally gave up with a sigh. “You’re right, sorry.”
“Ay, nothing to apologize for,” he said as he rested their foreheads together. “I miss you too, you know.”
That last part curved Yone’s lips into a content smile, and he just hummed in acknowledgment.
“Okay, let’s get ready for bed.” K’Sante intertwined his fingers with Yone’s and gently tugged him toward the bathroom.
After they brushed their teeth, K’Sante sat Yone down at his vanity table, helping him with his skincare routine while doing his own. At last, he freed Yone’s hair from the bun and instead put it into a loose braid. By the time he was done, Yone was lulled to the verge of sleep. Carefully, as not to wake him, K’Sante picked him up from the chair and bridal-carried him into their bedroom. There, he watched Yone curl up on the mattress and instantly fall asleep. K’Sante chuckled, his heart swelling with adoration, and kissed Yone’s cheek goodnight before swimming over him to his side of the bed with a single effortless pace. He slotted himself behind his husband, throwing the blanket over them and cuddling Yone until he drifted to sleep as well.
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A few days had passed since K’Sante’s promise of leaving their lovemaking to “another day,” and nothing had happened yet. By Thursday evening, Yone was overthinking the whole situation to the point that he felt like he was forcing himself on his husband. Was it too much to make a move every day? He never had to think about such a thing before. Despite this not being the first year K’Sante traveled to the convention, they never had a problem returning to their usual sex life. At first, Yone tried to be rational about it. Maybe it was always like that. Maybe the waiting seemed longer because of his own expectations, which he hadn’t had in the previous years. He put his pen on the table and placed his hand on his stomach. Or maybe K’Sante changed his mind…
Since he’d allowed the demon in his head to sow that idea into his mind, it all went downhill. Every little rejection of potential sexual intimacy added weight to his chest. He was aware he was probably overthinking the whole situation since K’Sante stayed far from being cold. Actually, their domestic life was perfectly fine in the way that K’Sante managed to turn all Yone’s inviting touches into soft affections that weren’t exactly Yone’s goal, but they also weren’t anything that he would ever complain about.
As for K’Sante, the past few days weren’t easy for him either. Not only because resisting his beloved’s tempting advances was an incredibly tough task, but also because of the pile of commissioned custom pieces he still had to finish before the Spring Festival started on Friday evening. It was a stressful time, but his heart was beating with excitement for when all the work would be done and he could take Yone to the festival for a date since they didn’t get the chance to go there every year together. The festival didn’t have a set date, nor did the spring break that was tied to it, nor the jewelers’ convention.
Last year, the events overlapped, so K’Sante returned only after the festival was over. He had finished his commissions back then before he left for the convention, so when he came back, the workload wasn’t as bad, and Yone was well-rested after his break, therefore neither of them was too busy nor exhausted. However, that couldn’t be further from the truth this time around. Since Yone didn’t seem to care about his own lack of energy, K’Sante had to be responsible for them both, which was becoming harder and harder every day to his own growing desperation.
The other morning, he had to brace himself and pretend to be still asleep when Yone was getting ready for work because one look at his husband diligently putting on his finest jewelry and polishing his tail almost made him give in and fuck Yone against the mirror attached to the door of their wardrobe. The worst part was that K’Sante knew Yone was doing it on purpose. He usually didn’t wear this much jewelry to work. His regular daily jewelry consisted of a hairpin or a claw clip, a simple silver necklace that K’Sante had given him all the way back when they started dating in high school, a seashell bracelet, and, of course, his wedding tail cuff. Wearing multiple necklaces, body chains, and bracelets was simply not Yone’s go-to for work due to their impracticality. K’Sante deemed his suspicion confirmed when Yone didn’t bother with such an elaborate look again the morning after, since it didn’t have the desired effect.
Thankfully for K’Sante, his commissions were keeping him busy till late evening hours, so he didn’t need to lie when he said he was tired and would prefer a cuddle session above all else. Unfortunately, he underestimated how bothered Yone would become by his turned-down attempts, which resulted in a rift between the two merfolk neither of them was aware of. On K’Sante’s side, everything was to fall in place once the spring break started because he assumed his reasoning would be enough for Yone. So when Yone kept his advances coming, K’Sante brushed them off as mere teasing. Meanwhile, Yone was fighting the whirl of insecurities that made him understand what landfolk meant when they talked about drowning.
When Yone got back home on Thursday evening, the whirlpool grew so strong that no matter how much logic he used to convince his brain that the deal wasn’t as big as he made it out to be, he wasn’t able to calm down. As he curled up on the couch, hugging one of the decorative pillows, he went over all the possible implications of K’Sante’s continuous rejections until a ring of his shellphone pulled him out of his head.
K’Sante
I’m stopping for groceries. Do you want anything? ☺️
Yone
You. ♥️
K’Sante
Hahaha I miss you too, beloved. I’ll be home ASAP <3
Yone smiled at the screen, not immediately realizing he wasn’t bothered by his message being received as a joke. He was simply happy K’Sante was going to be home soon. When the realization dawned on him, a metaphorical switch clicked in his head. He was so discouraged by his failed advances that he forgot the most important thing that always solved any issue in their relationship. Communication. He could save himself so much anxiety if he just talked to K’Sante properly in the first place. And that was exactly what he was going to do.
With newfound resolve, Yone dropped the pillow on the couch and darted into the kitchen. If they were to sit down and talk, they may as well do that while snacking on their favorite dessert. The door to the pantry creaked when he opened it, taking out a frozen jellyfish and a bowl of berries. It took him little effort to defrost everything with a few skilled hand motions and years of magic practice. He cut the jellyfish into smaller pieces and placed them in a stone mortar, turning them into a clear goo.
It’s been the couple’s after-work ritual for years, but it had been neglected in the past few days since K’Sante would stay at the workshop until late evening hours. The fact that he was coming home sooner that day must have meant he was slowly finishing up with his orders to at least take a break to shop and stop at their grotto. Yone was excited by that prospect even though he had a more serious issue to discuss with his husband.
“I’m home!” K’Sante's voice boomed from the main entrance, interrupting Yone’s humming.
“In the kitchen!” Yone called back from further inside the house, where K’Sante soon joined him.
He wrapped his arm around Yone’s waist, planting a kiss on his cheek. A soft smile brightened up Yone’s face as K’Sante hummed a soft greeting, his thick beard tickling Yone’s skin. K’Sante’s eyes widened with excitement when he noticed what Yone was preparing. He followed Yone’s elegant fingers as he picked a few berries from a separate bowl and put them on top of one of the murky-white piles of goo.
“Shoo!” Yone swatted K’Sante’s hand away from the fruit bowl so he could take some more berries for the other portion of jellyfish. “Or you’ll get just plain goo.”
K’Sante chuckled, raising his hands next to his head to show they were empty. Not because he would mind eating the plain goo, but because he knew Yone’s threat was an empty one. If there weren't enough berries for both of them, Yone would take the plain one no matter how much K’Sante would protest. He was simply like that. Always putting everyone else first, even if it meant often getting the short end of the stick. However, K’Sante wouldn’t stand for that, so he withdrew from snacking on the berries and waited patiently for Yone to give him his respective bowl of jelly. Soon. Soon, he was going to spoil his husband rotten.
He couldn’t wait to be done with his work and for the spring break to start. He already had a list of things he wanted to take Yone to see at the festival and activities to try. And the spring break was just the beginning.
“Let’s…sit down,” Yone said when K’Sante handed him a little spoon from the cutlery drawer.
The hesitation in Yone’s voice immediately drew K’Sante’s eyes to his, and the smile on his face dropped instantly upon seeing the sadness that tainted the most precious emeralds he knew. Confused and fairly worried, he simply nodded and followed Yone to the living room. He didn’t allow himself to wonder what the issue at hand was since he was sure he was to find out soon. He just needed to be patient. And so, he sat down on the couch and waited. It didn’t escape him how far away Yone sat from him. He didn’t like that one bit, but he didn’t push.
Meanwhile, Yone’s hands were trembling with nerves to the point his knuckles went white with how tightly he was clutching his bowl. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t due to the lump that had settled in his throat. Like a gaping fish, he closed it again, pressing his lips together tightly. K’Sante noticed his struggle and reached out with his hand, putting it on the couch between them. Yone looked at it and his fear melted away a bit. It was a reminder he wasn’t alone. They would get through this, just as they always did – together.
He intertwined his fingers with K’Sante’s, which made the other one relax more, too. K’Sante had no idea what was going on, all muscles in his body growing tense with uncertainty. So, when Yone met him halfway with his hand, part of him calmed down. He was still worried, but if Yone was still willing to hold his hand, he knew everything would be fine in the end.
“What is it, darling?” K’Sante asked. He didn’t want to rush Yone, but the longer the silence stretched, the more he thought Yone would change his mind about talking to him.
Yone lifted his gaze, meeting K’Sante’s worried but soft amber eyes. His heart skipped a beat, and all he wanted to do was to scoot over into K’Sante’s embrace. However, he didn’t. He couldn’t. It was as if his tail had merged with the cushions, keeping him in place. He needed to get his concern out, or else he would be stuck to the piece of furniture forever. So, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them and let his breath out, he finally spoke.
“Did anything happen in Shurima?”
His eyes were fixed on K’Sante’s face, waiting for any minute reaction. Not that it was needed since K’Sante wasn’t exactly subtle when it came to showing his emotions. The surprise was immediately clear in his features when he processed Yone’s question. His eyes widened like he had come across a gigantic anglerfish. There was also something else tainting his expression. Recognition. Or perhaps…guilt. Yone’s stomach twisted uncomfortably, but he steeled himself and waited for K’Sante’s reply.
“Y-you know? Did my mom tell you?” The shock morphed into concern, K’Sante’s brows furrowing at the thought Yone hadn't been let on just yet. “She was the one to tell me not to tell you. What was the point then?”
It was Yone’s time to be confused.
“What are you talking about?”
“About my mom breaking her arm. Wait, was that not what you were talking about?”
“What?! No! She broke her arm?! How? I need to at least text her a wish for a speedy recovery,” Yone rambled, already looking for his shellphone.
“What? No, no, no, no, no.” K’Sante stopped him and turned Yone’s attention back to him. “Don’t. I wasn’t supposed to tell you,” he whined.
“Why?” Yone asked, not ready for what K’Sante was about to tell him.
“Because it’s not good for the baby.”
“How does she know about the baby? I’m not even pregnant yet!”
“Wait. Was I not supposed to tell her we were gonna try for a baby once I come back?”
“What? No. I- of course, you could tell her. I just…” he trailed off for a second. “You still want the baby?”
K’Sante’s jaw dropped, his mind trying to make sense of Yone’s question. He stared at his husband for a few seconds till it finally clicked. Yone’s constant advances and grooming to look extra pretty weren’t acts of mere playful seduction motivated by lust. He just assumed so since they haven’t touched each other like that in over a month. K’Sante simply assigned it to touch-starvation, and that was it, which was also why he’d been trying to give him as much non-sexual physical affection as possible until they both had the time and energy to spend hours on lovemaking. To his great self-disappointment, he failed to see that there was a more serious reason behind Yone’s efforts; his heart sank like an anchor upon realizing that all he had done was turn Yone down. No wonder his excuses must have translated to his husband as disinterest. Not only in Yone himself but in their planned family as well.
“Oh, darling,” he started, scooting closer to Yone this time around and taking his hands into his own. “Is this what this whole thing is about?”
Yone lowered his eyes, unable to face his husband when admitting to such thoughts. However, K’Sante had none of that. He cupped Yone’s cheek, then slid his fingers to his chin and coaxed Yone’s head back to him.
“Come on, love. Look at me,” K’Sante pleaded.
Yone locked his eyes with K’Sante’s, trying to ignore the burn of suppressed tears.
“Tell me about it,” K’Sante added in such a gentle voice that it sounded like he was afraid Yone would flee like a startled octopus and hide.
But Yone was done running. With a sigh, he took K’Sante’s hand into both of his and drew it away from his face.
“Before you left for Shurima, you promised that we would try for a child,” he started, and K’Sante just slightly nodded to confirm he remembered their promise but didn’t interrupt Yone otherwise. “But then, you came back, and it’s been a week of advances on my side that you kept turning down, and I guess I thought you started having second thoughts about it.”
Yone couldn’t keep eye contact while confessing his worries to his husband, so he continued while staring at their hands as he fiddled with K’Sante’s large fingers.
“So, did I assume right? You don’t want to have the child just yet?” He finished, finally lifting his gaze from their intertwined hands and toward K’Sante’s face.
“No, you didn’t. You’re actually so far off, my love,” K’Sante said, a cheeky smile growing on his face.
Yone’s eyes widened at the answer. That was not what he expected to hear, and now he was curious as to why K’Sante had been so distant.
“Then why-” he asked, but got interrupted by K’Sante’s warm chuckle, his eyes crinkled shut in amused crescents.
It was a beautiful sight, and suddenly Yone’s attention was overtaken by his husband’s beautiful, long, thick lashes. He missed their touch against his skin when K’Sante nosed at his cheek lovingly before pressing a chaste kiss there. However, this innocent thought flew out of the window when K’Sante opened his eyes. His gaze was transfixed on Yone and filled with an emotion Yone’s been craving to see in his husband for the past week. Hunger.
The intensity of it punched the air out of Yone’s lungs, the gills on his neck fluttering with want. K’Sante’s amber eyes glowed with a flame that seemed to reflect off the golden eyeliner that framed them and which sent a mild shock of electricity down Yone’s spine. A sultry smile stretched his full lips, his accent extra thick and his voice smooth like ray skin when he spoke again.
“You’ve been driving me insane the whole time,” he confessed, bringing Yone’s hands to his face and planting slow, gentle kisses on Yone’s knuckles. “But I want to take my time with you.”
Despite the cold water, Yone’s skin was burning as K’Sante nuzzled his palm and pressed a kiss there as well. His words resounded through Yone’s body, his fins fanning out in sweet embarrassment when K’Sante leaned in, pulled him closer, and continued.
“One day. Wait just one more day, and I will give you a whole knot of pollywogs to carry in that pretty tummy of yours. Can you do that for me?” He asked, his large palm flat on Yone’s stomach and lips brushing against the webbing of Yone’s ear.
Yone grunted, warmth pooling in his abdomen, which turned into a wave of embarrassment washing over him. He cleared his throat, and with a murmured ‘What are you saying?’ lightly slapped K’Sante’s side with his fin while blushing so hard the red scales on his cheeks almost disappeared. His flustered reaction drew a hearty chuckle from K’Sante, who pulled him into his lap and peppered Yone’s face with kisses, his beard tickling and prickling the other’s skin. Yone squirmed in his embrace from the sensation, breathy laughter ringing through their homey grotto.
The last peck landed on Yone’s lips and teeth because of his broad smile. In their eyes were dancing sparkles of endearment with a hint of mischief on K’Sante’s side. He hugged his husband tighter, nuzzling into his cheek with a contented hum.
“How about we go to the festival tomorrow?” K’Sante brought up the topic that had been weighing on his mind all day as he finished the last of his commissions for the event. “We haven’t gone for years.”
“That would be lovely. It truly has been ages.”
“Time to win you some prizes,” K’Sante grinned and pressed a kiss to Yone’s temple.
“You say that as if it wasn’t me who won most of them last time we went,” Yone chuckled, but shortly after, a yelp followed when K’Sante lightly dug his fingers into his sides. He moved them mercilessly along Yone’s lateral lines while his husband was trying to catch a breath, a wide smile stretching his face as he was pleading for K’Sante to stop.
However, K’Sante had a goal he was set on reaching. He slowly leaned in with a smirk. When Yone caught a glimpse of what K’Sante was about to do, his eyes went wide in horror, a string of protests leaving his mouth.
“Don’t you dare!” He warned with a tiny smile while not putting much effort into fighting his husband back.
Unfortunately for him, it was too late. K’Sante pressed his slightly open mouth against Yone’s neck, his beard scratching his husband’s sensitive skin. A surge of bubbles burst past Yone’s cheek as K’Sante blew the air out.
And there it was. The moment K’Sante was waiting for.
Yone yelped and started laughing so hard he snorted. K’Sante beamed upon hearing that sound. Some might have found it embarrassing or repulsive, but there was nothing that could make him feel that way about Yone. As for the snorting, he found it endearing. With a person as reserved as Yone, it was a rare occasion to see him have such a strong reaction to anything. To a certain degree, it was K’Sante’s privilege as Yone’s husband, which fed his ego with a sense of pride.
It wasn’t just the laughter, though. K’Sante had the front seat to many displays of heightened emotions his husband experienced. From anger to joy to grief, most people wouldn’t see more than a frown, a barely-there smile, or an empty stare. Over the years, K’Sante heard people questioning their relationship countless times, asking if it wasn’t frustrating or boring to deal with someone so “cold,” as they often put it. To which K’Sante had only one answer: “Maybe if you weren’t so quick to judge him, he’d be more comfortable opening up to you.”
Many didn’t like that answer, mostly because no one enjoys being called out like that for their ignorance and prejudice, but K’Sante wasn’t one to care about staying amicable with those who disrespected his husband. Not only because he saw it as his duty, but because he genuinely believed Yone was one of the most interesting people he’d ever met. Those people didn’t know what they were talking about simply because they didn’t know Yone the way he did. They’d never seen him in the peace of their home where he could put that mask away, like he did at the very moment.
He was still trying to catch his breath under K’Sante’s large frame, his chest heaving, eyes gleaming, and strands of long hair that fell out of his ponytail floating around his head like jellyfish tentacles. He reached out to K’Sante’s face, cupping it in his hands, pulling him closer, and showering it in chaste kisses. It was K’Sante’s turn to chuckle. He tried to give Yone’s lips a peck, but instead he was mostly met with his pearly white teeth due to how widely Yone was smiling.
When he pulled away, he helped Yone sit up, wrapping his arms around his husband’s slender frame. Yone nuzzled into the crook of K’Sante’s neck, enjoying the proximity. After the anxiety-induced week, he finally felt the stress leave his body. With every second, his limbs were growing heavier, the muscles of his neck giving up on not laying his head’s full weight on K’Sante’s shoulder.
K’Sante shifted in his seat a bit, finding a more comfortable position. When he looked at Yone, a fond smile brightened up his face, and he pressed a kiss into his hair while the other man’s breath evened out, his chest rising and falling regularly. He rested his own head against Yone’s, and it didn’t take long before sleep claimed him.
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With the next morning, Yone’s last day of school came, and after the conversation with K’Sante, his anxiety had disappeared, replaced by pure excitement. He spent the last few hours at work with a tiny smile settled on his face to the point that even the students noticed his unusually good mood.
He wasn’t the only one, though. In his shop, K’Sante was whistling a content melody as he was wrapping the last batch of orders the clients were to pick up later that day before heading to the festival. He developed an efficient routine over the years, which got disrupted by the ring of a bell.
“Ah, Ezreal! Good to see you,” he beamed when the young merman entered the shop. “Done with school?”
“Hi, Mr. K’Sante! How was your trip to Shurima? What was the prettiest piece you’ve seen? Did they have any new ancient ones displayed in the exposition?” He shot out the questions as he made his way to the counter. “Oh! Who’s this one for?” He pointed at the decorative comb K’Sante was currently getting ready for pick-up.
K’Sante couldn’t hold back the hearty laugh and patiently answered every single question, while getting Ezreal to help him around the shop like he usually did, because the young merman couldn’t stay still for more than two minutes, and it was better to get him busy than let him pace around the shop. Not that Ezreal would mind; he loved working there. Plus, he might get extra points for it on his college application.
“Are you going to the festival tonight?” Ezreal asked.
“Of course! My husband and I haven’t gone together in years, so there’s no way we’re going to miss that.”
“Oh, speaking of Mr. Yone, he seemed in a really good mood today. I wonder why…” he trailed off cheekily.
“Did I?” Yone’s voice carried through the workshop.
It startled Ezreal so he looked behind himself to see Yone’s unimpressed expression. His own characteristically loud voice overpowered the bell’s ringing, which announced the presence of another person.
“Would you look at that?” He giggled nervously. “It’s getting late. I'd better go get ready for the evening. Enjoy the festival!” He called mid-swim, and with that, he was gone, leaving only the sound of the bell behind him.
K’Sante chuckled, and Yone’s expression changed into an amused one, the corner of his mouth tugging upward in a crooked smile.
“So, how can I help you, sir?” K’Sante asked playfully.
“I have… a particular request,” the other mused rather cryptically.
“Oh, really? And what would that be?”
“Would a kiss from the owner be possible?” Yone asked with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
“I’ll ask him,” K’Sante paused and tilted his head like he was listening to a conversation only he could hear. Then he turned back to Yone with a disarming smile. “He said it was okay because of how lovely you were.”
Yone chuckled into his fist at that and then pushed himself up on the counter to lean over, placing a peck to K’Sante’s lips.
“Hi,” Yone hummed, finally greeting his husband properly.
“Hey,” K’Sante replied, a smile not leaving his plush lips.
After that, Yone took his usual place at the back of the workshop, where K’Sante’s desk and documents were situated. He would read through the orders, helping K’Sante with getting them all ready while they chatted. When the last customer left, the two mermen tried to get the boring paperwork done as soon as possible, but it proved harder than expected, given K’Sante’s need to constantly touch and cuddle his husband. Thankfully, despite Yone’s own need for affection, he was serious when it came to business, so he just lightly slapped K’Sante’s shoulder whenever he got too touchy.
Eventually, they swam out of the store hand in hand toward their home. They didn’t rush. It was rare for them to enjoy a leisurely stroll through the streets while discussing their evening plans, which didn’t include an early bedtime.
“I was thinking of getting all my hair out of the way with an updo since I want to wear the spine chain you gave me for my birthday. It would be pointless if my hair entirely covered it,” Yone said.
“Hmm, that would look gorgeous. Will you need my help with it?”
“Of course I will. You’re so much better at hairstyling than I am.”
The conversation kept flowing, and just like that, they arrived at their grotto. They fixed themselves a quick dinner so they wouldn’t go to the festival completely hungry, or else they’d spend a little fortune at the food stands.
“What do you plan to wear?” Yone asked, putting his plate into the sink.
“That’s a surprise.” K’Sante winked at him and joined him by the counter with his own plate, from where he led Yone into their bedroom.
“I see how it is. Alright, keep your secrets, just make sure it goes well together with my jewelry.”
“My treasure, you’re wearing pearls. Everything goes well with pearls,” K’Sante chuckled and kissed his husband’s cheek.
“That’s true,” Yone replied with a chuckle of his own. “Okay, help me with the hair now, please, or we’ll never leave.”
Yone sat down in the highchair at his vanity, where he spread out all his makeup products for later, then relaxed into K’Sante’s touch when he started sectioning his long hair. Slowly, it turned into an elaborate updo in K’Sante’s skilled hands. He decorated the various braids with all sorts of hair clips and embellishments according to the merfolk customs.
K’Sante couldn’t help himself and leaned down to whisper into Yone’s ear. “You shine brighter than the sea surface at dawn, my love.” He rubbed Yone’s shoulders, drawing shivers from him, the webbing of his ears fluttering against K’Sante’s lips.
“Stop it,” Yone scolded him, slapping his chest with the back of his hand while trying to ignore the way K’Sante’s peck jiggled under it. “Thank you for the hair. I love it. Now go dress up so I can do my makeup,” he shooed his husband away while reaching for his makeup brush set.
K’Sante sighed in disappointment but did as Yone said, heading toward his dresser, which was essentially a huge jewelry box. Before he opened any of the drawers, he grabbed the divider that was folded and propped against the wall. He spread it out so Yone couldn’t peek at what jewelry he was getting, so he wouldn’t spoil himself the surprise.
It wouldn’t be only Yone who’d be stunned after the reveal, though. While K’Sante pulled out his main piece, a body chain with chunky emerald rosettes and very little chain, Yone was working on his makeup. He usually didn’t bother with much on a daily basis, but he always went all out for events.
So as K’Sante swam out from behind the divider, striking a pose, asking Yone what he thought, he went suddenly speechless when Yone turned around to look at him. He was in the midst of putting on his elaborate top piece. It would be a disservice to call it a mere necklace even though it started as one with its five rows of pearls wrapping around Yone’s throat. From there, it was a whole flood of pearls cascading down his lithe torso. There were three chunky rays sitting on his chest, each interlocked with each other by multiple droopy strings of pearls that connected at his back, joining into a single string in the middle streaming down his spine and finished with a heavy tear-shaped pearl at its end.
K’Sante didn’t know where to look first, whether at Yone’s front, at the reflection of his back in the vanity’s mirror, or at his eyes, which matched the green of K’Sante’s own jewelry. The top half of his face was covered in opaque nacreous shimmer that blended perfectly into the base of his cheek scales, creating the illusion of their ruby tips gathering there like beads of blood. The whole look was tied together with half-cut pearls glued to Yone’s complexion and a clear iridescent lip gloss. Together with his headpiece, he looked more opulent than any member of the ancient land-walking North Shuriman royalty.
“Oh dear, you’re so beautiful people are gonna mistake you for the Pearl Spirit themself,” K’Sante said when he finally remembered how to speak.
That popped Yone’s own bubble, in which he could only think of how gorgeous his husband was, and he was far from being done with his look. However, it was already enough for Yone to struggle with keeping eye contact. But who could blame him when the gems’ dazzle only enhanced the shimmer of K’Sante’s golden pattern that stretched all over his torso like it was seeping out of the white-gold chain and further through his skin ridges. Yone knew that was nonsense, but it still looked magical. He followed the shimmery coils until his eyes landed on the matching emerald piercing in K’Sante’s nipple. A furious blush bloomed on his cheeks, only concealed by his makeup.
To avoid staring, he snapped his gaze up but not even meeting K’Sante’s eyes helped with his situation because of the jewelry that was sitting on the bridge of his nose, stretching horizontally to both sides and all the way behind K’Sante’s fin-like ears. It was made of white gold squiggly wire with dangling chains and pendant emerald tears resting against the apples of his cheeks. There was only one flaw to it, and that was its slightly crooked angle.
“You don’t look half-bad yourself,” Yone replied, feigning nonchalance. He swam over to his husband, reaching for the face jewelry so he could fix it because it was bugging him beyond belief. “Why did you put this on before your makeup, though?”
K’Sante smirked, his huge hands slipping under the pearl strings and wrapping around Yone’s tiny waist. The tips of his fingers parted as he slid his palms up Yone’s sides. His husband wanted to complain again, but the room got filled with a breathy groan instead when K’Sante’s thumbs rubbed Yone’s lateral line where it overlapped with his artfully shaped scars.
“You won’t stop teasing, will you?” Yone asked.
“I just can’t help it. I guess I’m weaker than I thought,” he breathed against Yone’s neck and nibbled at his jaw, which gained him an affirmative hum from his husband.
“If you’re still hungry, there are some leftovers in the fridge,” Yone poked.
“Nah, I’m just craving a dessert,” K’Sante chuckled and kissed the sensitive spot right below Yone’s ear while partially dodging Yone’s earring.
Yone tangled his fingers into K’Sante’s ponytail and pulled strongly enough for his husband to get the hint. It was Yone’s turn to have some fun. He ghosted over K’Sante’s lips with his own, their noses brushing together. K’Sante’s hair remained in Yone’s grip, the duality of sensations driving the bigger man crazy. A full-body shiver ran down his spine at Yone’s words.
“Is that it? Well, I may have something for you then,” he said and pushed K’Sante toward the bed while keeping a close distance between them. “Lie down,” he commanded.
A wide smile stretched K’Sante’s lips. However, he wasn’t gonna listen without giving his husband a little show first. He made a content sound as he stretched his arms above his head, his muscles flexing with the tension, and his biceps bulging when he lowered his arms behind his head. Yone knew exactly what K’Sante was doing, so he just indulged in the view and his husband’s silliness before rolling his eyes with an amused expression as K’Sante floated backwards, settling down on their seashell bed.
“Stay like that,” Yone said, getting back an intrigued look.
He swam over to their swim-in closet and rummaged through their hidden box of fun until he found what he was looking for. When he got back, he dangled the loop of red seaweed rope above K’Sante’s face.
“Your wrists, sweetheart.” Yone smirked and something in K’Sante’s core tightened.
“Anything for you, my love,” he replied and stretched his arms further up above his head.
Yone’s daft fingers worked quickly, tying a perfect knot and looping the rope through the seemingly decorative metalwork attached to the headboard. He then slid his palms down those muscular limbs, giving a peck to K’Sante’s lips. When he pulled away, K’Sante tried to chase him, but Yone stopped him with his index finger pressed against his husband’s greedy mouth.
“Ah ah ah. First let me take this off,” he said and removed K’Sante’s facial accessory, putting it on the nightstand. “We don’t want it to break, do we?”
With those words and a sweet smile, he grabbed a different item that K’Sante didn’t notice he had brought together with the rope and moved to K’Sante’s hips. He glided over the happy trail of green and gold scales with his fingertips and continued further down the tail until he found the slight dip he’d been looking for. A gasp escaped K’Sante’s lips as Yone circled around it, applying more pressure. His eyes hadn’t left K’Sante’s face the whole time, noting every slight change in expression.
“I need you to stay soft for this. Can you do it for me, darling?” He asked, and a full-body blush rolled over K’Sante’s body like a warm wave at the shallows on a hot summer day.
“I’ll sure try,” K’Sante chuckled and Yone couldn’t help himself and did the same.
Then Yone got to work. He needed both hands for this task, so he put the, to K’Sante still mysterious, items on the mattress next to him with a clanking sound. It didn’t take K’Sante long to put two and two together to figure out they were his favorite sex toys – a pair of white gold cock rings he made himself, engraved with his body pattern.
The excitement rushed through his veins, which wasn’t desirable at the moment, considering he was supposed to keep his cocks from getting erect. It proved even harder when Yone slid his dainty fingers into his vent and stretched it open just to add more fingers and pull his pair of dicks out. They were already half hard despite his great effort.
“Seems like you need a break,” Yone said, his husband’s state not going unnoticed. He moved back to K’Sante’s upper body, caressing his cheek. “Hey.” He smiled, his eyes softening with affection.
“Hi there,” K’Sante replied playfully.
“How are you doing over here?” Yone asked and turned his attention to K’Sante’s tied arms, his fingers and gaze examining them in an experienced fashion.
“Feeling good,” K’Sante assured him.
Yone returned to his face, tracing over his features just the way K’Sante liked it. It always put him at ease, sometimes to the point he started falling asleep. Generally, it just helped him relax as he sank into the depths of utter bliss.
“Alright, I think you’re ready,” Yone said after a while.
K’Sante popped one of his eyes open, slowly getting out of the trance Yone’s soothing touch put him in. For a second he forgot what he was supposed to be ready for, but his memory was refreshed the moment Yone’s hand accidentally brushed over his pierced nipple. He took a deep breath to keep control over his bodily reactions. Thankfully, Yone worked fast, easily slipping his balls and one of his cocks through the adjustable cock ring and putting the solid one on the other.
“How do they feel?” Yone asked.
“Comfortable.”
“Good.”
It was just a single word, but it carried so much meaning. There was anticipation in Yone’s voice, tinted with a hint of mischief and enhanced by Yone’s palms that rubbed at K’Sante’s lateral line. Then he dug his hand under the mattress, pulling out a woven strap and throwing its buckled end over the middle of K’Sante’s tail to the other side of the bed, where he secured it to the strap’s much shorter part.
Though it was mostly for practical reasons, such as preventing his husband’s body from floating around freely once his focus was on other things than lying down on the bed, it provided enough restraint for K’Sante’s arousal to rise. It was accompanied by a physical reaction, the rings growing tighter around his cocks.
“Look at you. Already getting hard and I’ve barely touched you.”
“Give me a break. They’ve been neglected for over a month.” K’Sante lifted his head from the pillow to look at his smug husband.
“Well, and whose fault is that?” Yone teased, shifting back up while making sure he avoided K’Sante’s erection, and kissed his neck.
“Yours, of course. You’d complain if I wasted a single potential pup,” K’Sante breathed out and tilted his head back to offer Yone easier access.
“How considerate. I guess you do deserve a reward for that.”
With that said, he swam up toward the ceiling to take a loop, his scales and all his jewelry glittering in the light of their chandelier. As he reached its top, K’Sante had to close his eyes because of the blinding flash of light that enveloped Yone’s tail. When K’Sante opened them again, Yone’s tail was gone, and he was coming down from the loop. His legs were spread apart wide enough for his bent knees to fit right between the sides of K’Sante’s head and his tied-up arm.
Yone hovered above his face, not fully seated, looking down at him; the chandelier’s light illuminated him from behind, giving him an ethereal glow. The outer sides of his legs and his pubic mound still carried his shiny scales, and K’Sante couldn’t wait to feel them rub against his nose just as much as Yone looked forward to the scratch of K’Sante’s beard on his sensitive skin.
“You have fifteen minutes, top. Eat,” he ordered and pulled himself lower by latching onto K’Sante’s biceps.
K’Sante welcomed the weight, meeting Yone’s cunt with a slightly opened mouth. His lips wrapped around Yone’s tiny cock, and he sucked on it, drawing a moan out of Yone. He arched his back and ground his hips in the pursuit of more pleasure. However, it proved hard since riding someone’s face wasn’t exactly the most optimal position to practice underwater. On other occasions, K’Sante would hold onto Yone’s waist, pulling him down for greater friction, but with his wrists tied to the headboard, all he could do was to tug at the rope helplessly.
His muscles flexed under Yone’s fingers, the headboard shaking at the force of K’Sante’s pulls as he was desperately trying to run his hands over his husband’s scaly sides. With every yank the rope bit deeper into his skin, leaving a distinct burn behind and a mark as red as the seaweed it was made of.
“Regretting your own choices yet?” Yone teased.
K’Sante groaned under him, lifting his head and closing the gap created by Yone’s mere hovering above his head. His nose brushed against Yone’s dick, which made his husband shiver. The contact between them wasn’t as close as they usually preferred, though there was a certain appeal to it. It was enough to temporarily satiate their hunger for each other while keeping them yearning for more. K’Sante flattened his tongue against Yone’s cunt as the other dragged his hips back, his short nails digging into K’Sante’s skin.
There was no time to be wasted, so K’Sante seized the opportunity and delved the tip of his tongue in his husband’s heat. Yone threw his head back at the stretch of his hole’s rim, his breathing growing quicker. Since K’Sante couldn’t push it inside properly, he just rolled his tongue, scooping up his husband’s delicious slick. Its taste had become a bit watered down due to their environment, but K’Sante missed it so much that he was grateful for anything he could get, the sticky substance sliding right down his throat.
As for Yone, he was trying to remain in control, not only with the current dynamic but also with his own reactions. This was supposed to be a quick session before they leave for the festival, thinking it would help them to keep their hands to themselves in public. However, all Yone wanted at the moment was to beg for K’Sante’s dicks inside him every time his husband flicked his tongue against his dick.
“Ah– Fuck. Yes, there– So- so good–”
He was getting close, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chased the release. The room was filled with the sound of his pearls clanking against each other and all sorts of breathy grunts and moans. Heat was pooling in his abdomen, and his skin was burning like he was swimming through a smack of jellyfish. He wanted to warn K’Sante, but his mind was too slow, struggling to form any words. Before he could muster the strength to speak, K’Sante’s mouth pressed against his clit, a surge of bubbles rippling through the water and Yone’s nervous system. The reality shattered around him as everything cut to white noise.
Meanwhile, K’Sante’s abs grew so taut they felt like snapping any moment and his whole body was struggling against the restraints. He tried to shift his focus to Yone’s throbbing cunt, savoring every drop of Yone’s juice before it mixed with the saline water, but Yone’s pleased sounds were driving him crazy, the soundwaves going into his ears and straight down to his erections.
Knowing their time was almost up, he kept playing with Yone’s cock and folds while the other rode off his orgasm. When Yone came down from the heights of his climax, K’Sante nuzzled his inner thigh, scratching the soft skin with his beard and finishing with a kiss. Yone patted his head and then climbed down from K’Sante to turn his legs back into a tail.
“Thank you,” he said, pecking K’Sante’s lips. “I hope it wasn’t much of a torture,” he smirked.
“You know it was,” K’Sante laughed.
“Well, it’s on you. You could have had it all if you weren’t stubborn about waiting,” Yone chuckled while loosening up the rope.
He was just as quick with undoing the knot as he was with tying it. Soon, K’Sante’s hands were free, and his wrists were getting showered in Yone’s kisses to soothe the irritated skin. K’Sante couldn’t help it and brought Yone into a hug despite Yone’s headpiece preventing him from tucking Yone’s head under his chin. Yone showed the same level of courtesy to his poor husband by making sure he wouldn’t touch his erect cocks. He felt a bit guilty for leaving his husband like that, but they didn’t have the time for proper sex at the moment. However, his heart swelled with pride at the same time.
“You did so well for me,” Yone praised his husband and kissed his smoothly shaven cheek.
“Anything for you, my treasure,” K’Sante replied, rubbing circles into the small of Yone’s back.
“More like you can do anything you want to me later,” Yone mumbled against K’Sante’s lips before kissing them.
The muscles in K’Sante’s abdomen strained again, his ringed cocks throbbing at the proposition and a strangled moan rumbled in his chest.
“You’ll be the death of me.”
“And you’ll be mine,” Yone smiled, then got comfy with his head resting on K’Sante’s broad chest.
They spent a few more minutes cuddling before Yone pulled away and offered to do K’Sante’s makeup. Hopefully, it’d serve as a distraction from the state his body was in. They were already running a bit late, so using the time K’Sante needed for softening was a wise decision. Yone then removed the cock rings in the middle of the makeup process once K’Sante was ready for it. He put them in a glass bowl to clean them properly later, though it was much easier to do after using them underwater.
When K’Sante’s makeup was done, he checked it out in the vanity’s mirror. Yone didn’t use as much pigment on him as on himself but instead gave him a dramatic eyeshadow which consisted of rich and dark browns and extended sharply at the outer corner of his eyes, while the inner corners were painted in duo-chrome eyeshadow that shifted between gold and green, a perfect match to his scales.
“You look absolutely gorgeous,” Yone complimented him when he joined his side, looking at them both in the mirror. He wrapped his arms around K’Sante’s waist and rested his chin on his husband’s shoulder.
“Well, it’s by your merit.”
“I only enhanced what was already there. But it’s still missing something,” he said, and brought back K’Sante’s facial jewelry, which he put on him, making sure it didn’t sit crooked on his nose this time around. “Perfect.”
“Just like you,” K’Sante replied and kissed the knuckles of Yone’s hands.
With their looks complete and hormonal urges somewhat under control, they were ready to go. They left their home hand in hand, the glowing decorations in the streets guiding them toward the festival, whose serene yet cheerful music carried through the water, accompanying them on their way to a night full of celebration and new memories.