Page 77 of Stealing the Merman

Darin bit his lips, turning them red, swollen and wet. He laid between Conall’s legs, fingers sinking into the muscular flesh of his buttocks, spreading the cheeks. Conall growled, the vulnerability stretching what he could take. Darin’s tongue washed over him, hot and wet, and Conall forgot the world. Darin bathed his rim in pleasure, and Conall couldn’t contain the wanton groan that rose in his chest.

Nobody had tongued him there. When Conall met Finn, he’d guided his slick digits into Conall’s anus. It was the most Conall would let him do, though it’d been by no means little. He’d spasmed and come around those deft fingers taking him apart with unparalleled skill.

Darin’s tongue flicked and circled him, those tiny movements begging Conall to open up and let him in. Every swipe across his entrance was warm and cordial, and bit by bit, Conall relaxed. Darin probed his muscle, and when he found it loose, he wormed inside.

Conall moaned, the intimacy of Darin’s face buried in his crack, his tongue sliding into his anus heightening his arousal until precum welled in his slit. Finn turned and climbed on top of him, his face lining up with Conall’s cock, while his own dangled before Conall’s lips.

The temptation was too great. Conall wrapped his tongue over the fat cockhead in front of him. Finn’s sweet and salty flavor exploded on his taste buds, and he couldn’t help but lick the glans until a gush of precum sluiced onto his tongue. Its tang made him groan, a sound that grew loud and urgent when Finn lapped at his tip, and Darin wriggled deeper.

Oh god. The triple assault of Darin’s tongue, Finn’s mouth and the cock at his lips was going to drive him over the edge fast. He’d experienced lust, but his boys holding him captive with velvet rope, slick tongues and hard dicks was something else. He clenched his pelvic muscles to not embarrass himself and come in seconds.

Finn drooled precum onto his mouth and chin, and he licked it up greedily, unwilling to waste a single drop. Finn lowered onto his shaft, welcoming him into the wet heat of his mouth. Conall fought to control his urge to spill as two tongues swirled over him. Not to be outdone, he arched, sheathing Finn, who moaned around his cock, sending delicious vibrations over his shaft.

Desire soared. Finn took him into the constricting depths of his throat while Darin replaced his tongue with a wet finger, probing him. Conall sucked Finn with vigor, taking him to the back of his throat, swallowing. It sent Finn over the edge, and he came with a grunt muffled by Conall’s cock. Finn shot sweet cum into his mouth, and Conall drank it up, licking him through his orgasm until he’d drawn the last drop out of him.

Finn’s enthusiasm to keep blowing him was admirable, but Conall could tell he was in the clutches of post-orgasmic fatigue. He deserved a break.

Conall pressed his wrists together and twisted his hands out of their velvet restraints. In one swift move, he pulled Finn off him, spun his lithe body to face him and kissed his rose lips. Finn hummed as he tasted himself on Conall’s tongue.

Holding Finn free of all inhibitions felt like a gift. He combed his fingers into those silky, golden curls, and wrapped an arm around his body. His beautiful merman.

Darin withdrew his digit and returned with two fingertips, first circling and stroking Conall’s rim, then exerting gentle pressure. Conall growled and pulled Finn closer. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked Darin.

The corners of Darin’s mouth twitched. “Stretching you, sir.”

Conall bore down, and Darin’s fingertips slipped inside. “And why would you be doing that?”

Darin’s digits were long and slim but had enough girth to cause a slight burn. They invaded Conall where only Finn had been, where he wouldn’t allow anyone but his boys.

“I think you know why, sir.” Darin buried the full length of his digits in Conall, then scissored them. “You’re so hot and tight, I can barely spread my fingers.”

Conall kissed the top of Finn’s head, who laid a hand on his abdomen, stroking his fingertips over the hard relief of his muscles. Conall gritted his teeth, nostrils flaring. He knew what was coming next, but he wasn’t prepared for the ecstasy shooting through him when Darin curled his fingers in a come-hither gesture.

A strangled groan escaped Conall at the nudge to his gland. Darin stroked him lovingly, pouring care and affection into each touch. Conall’s insides tensed. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Stop,” he grunted.

Darin, startled, drew out. He opened his mouth to speak, but Conall was too fast. He hauled Darin up to his chest, rolled them over and pressed his back into the mattress, earning a surprised shriek from Darin.

“Are you going to be a good little whore for me?” Conall growled. Darin nodded enthusiastically, likely worried he’d done something wrong. Poor boy. “Finn, take his cock into your mouth.”

The sight of Finn’s lips closing around and sliding down on Darin’s shaft made Conall dizzy with desire. When Finn reached the base, Conall gathered his hair in a fist and pulled him up by it. “That’s enough.”

Darin’s wet length glistened, throbbing in the air in time with his heartbeat. Conall was going to give his boys what he’d never given before. They’d done the unthinkable for him and tamed his fears. For that, he wanted to reward them with the one thing he’d withheld from everyone else. Darin’s face flushed when Conall straddled him, his massive frame towering over the smaller body beneath him.

Conall pulled Finn in for a kiss, sloppy and bruising. When they broke apart, Conall caught Darin’s slender wrists in one hand and pinned them above his head. He reached for Darin’s length and earned a shuddering whimper. “Sir…”

“I’m going to wrap myself around you, boy.”

Darin blinked in surprise, then Finn cupped his cheek and sealed their lips together as Conall lowered. He let out a grunt when his entrance brushed over Darin’s spongy head. Determined to take Darin, Conall pushed out, then sank onto the tip. It breached his pucker, and Darin moaned into Finn’s mouth, his expression contorting in pleasure as Conall took him home.

Darin’s length glided into his hole. His girth stretched Conall, and Darin’s engorged tip dragged along his inner walls, sending sparks up his spine. Conall hovered over him, panting. Finn let go of Darin, who looked up at Conall with warm, trusting eyes.

“I’m going to give you every last piece of me,” Conall said.

“P-Please, sir,” Darin whimpered.

Conall held his wrists captive and conquered Darin’s shaft, mounting the boy in a new, unexpected and irresistible way. He stuffed the entirety of Darin’s length into his hole, seating himself on the boy.

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