Page 47 of Stealing the Merman

“You’re beautiful like this,” Conall said. “Flushed and at our mercy.”

“Please, please, please.” Precum flowed from Darin’s cockhead, soaking the sheets beneath. “N-Need you, Finn.” His hole tensed in despair, hugging Finn’s digits.

“Touch him, Finn,” Conall said. “Once.”

“Thank you, si—”

The rest of his sentence was cut off by a cry when Finn tapped his prostate. His inner muscles gave off a single, slow contraction, leaving him desperate for more.

Conall mumbled something directed at Finn, though what, Darin was too distracted to hear. He let out a happy yelp when Finn rubbed his fingertips against his sensitive bundle of nerves. His cock was shaking with need and oozing precum at an alarming rate.

“Should we let him come?” Conall asked in a pondering tone.

“Y-Yes, please… sir…” Darin panted as Finn massaged his gland.

Conall gripped Darin’s chin with two fingers, forcing him to look at him and savagely twisted his nipple with the other hand. “I didn’t ask you, slut.”

Darin stammered an apology, unable to think clearly while Finn was stroking and probing at his helpless prostate.

“You didn’t trust us to take care of you,” Conall said, his hold on Darin’s chin turning into a caress. “And now you don’t get to come. Finn, pull out.”

Darin whined when Finn’s fingers withdrew. It left his hole empty and sad, constricting around nothing but air when he longed to be filled to the brim.

“You need to learn that Finn and I know how to pleasure you best, how long to leave you suspended in lust before we let you come. We know your body, and thus we decide when you orgasm to make it grand. I haven’t seen you in a long time, and when I depart from Vieques, I want you to remember that no one makes you come as hard as Finn and I. Clear?”

“Yes, sir.” The prospect that Conall would move on without him or Finn stung. Why did he say things like that? It hurt that there was no future for the three of them. But Darin had known from the moment they invited him to join them. If this lasted for more than two hours, he was blessed with luck.

Finn gave him no time to sulk when he kissed his back and said, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

Hell, yes. Those words made his heart soar. The images they produced were what Darin’s dreams were made of. He’d never dared to consider Finn fucking him because it had been impossible. Absurd. But with that godsent potion, it was about to happen.

“Say ‘Thank you, Finn,’” Conall demanded.

“Thank you, Finn.”

“Good boy.”

Darin shivered when Finn spit into his hand to lube himself up with that thick merman saliva. Finn spread his cheeks as he guided himself to Darin’s eagerly waiting entrance. He brushed it with his slick glans, the spongy flesh like silk to his rim. Darin bore down, and Finn pushed his tip into him. To be finally connected to Finn meant so much.

“Fuck, Finn. I love that. Feels good.”

Finn stroked his hips. “Me too. Love how tight you are.”

Everything in Darin preened at the praise. If he could please Finn, it’d mean the world. Finn, who’d never been inside another man… Darin was glad to be his first.

Finn’s cockhead was sizable, and Darin struggled to adjust to his girth, even after he’d been stretched. But it promised so much. Once Darin relaxed and was able to accommodate him, Finn sank deeper, moaning as he pushed in. It burned in the best way. Finn seated himself in Darin, his cock opening his hole, stretching his inner walls apart.

Finn panted, his hands palming Darin’s hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles over his skin. Darin heard his smile when he spoke. “Fuck, you feel good. I saw stars when I bottomed out.”

Tenderness spread in Darin’s chest. All he wanted was to make this good for Finn.

Conall tangled a hand in his hair, gently running through it. “You’re doing well. You’re making Finn happy.”

“Very happy,” Finn said, and the words came out like a moan.

“We’re pleased with you,” Conall said, his voice a deep gravel.

Finn withdrew until only his glans remained inside. When he pushed in, Darin dropped a depraved groan. Having Finn in him was a gift, and he made sure to vocally appreciate every thrust.

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