Page 71 of The Merman's Betrothal
Rory scratched his stubble, hiding a grimace as he tried to follow. ‘And what did your people get in return?’
‘The Redfolk provide special magics to hide us in this world—’
‘Like the illusion around the palace?’ Rory jumped in.
‘Yes.’ Fionn was pleased that he was catching up. He knew Rory would be able to handle this. ‘And they also guard us against threats that might travel across the rift from the fae world into our oceans.’
Neacel’s eyes widened. ‘Is it true they stop monsters from pouring into the Minch?’
‘If they do, I’ve seen no evidence of it,’ Fionn scoffed. ‘They could be lying about that part.’
‘This is some heavy shit.’ Rory reclined, floating on his back to stare at the rock ceiling. ‘Why didn’t you tell me all this before? Especially if you’re meant to be married off in a matter of days! You’d think you’d have some urgency.’
‘You did not respond well to urgency,’ Fionn replied dryly. ‘I must admit that until you called me this morning I had almost given up hope.’
‘Fuck. I’m sorry.’ Rory flipped upright to face him, his expression grim but earnest. ‘I dunno how I’ve beensleepwalking through all of this. With you right in front of me! I must be the daftest prick who ever lived to turn you down…’
‘And so many times!’ Fionn joked back. Underneath his composure his head and heart were whirling again. He scooped Rory up in his arms. Held him close. Ran a hand through Rory’s hair before tilting his chin to look him in the eyes.
Neacel brushed past them. He gave Fionn a pointed look. ‘I am going out for exactly one hour. It is getting late, and I wish to come home to sleep.’
‘Do you need to fetch something?’ Fionn asked, puzzled.
Rory jumped in. ‘One hour. We got it.’ He pulled Fionn’s fingers back to his chin. ‘Do the thing.’
‘What thing?’ Fionn heard a lighttskbehind him before Neacel swam off through the fronds of kelp.
‘This thing.’ Rory’s lips met Fionn’s.
Oh, this thing,Fionn thought. This wonderful, glorious thing that had his heart pounding and his gills working overtime. Rory’s hands roamed over his back, his shoulders, his chest. He groaned into Fionn’s mouth when the shape of his cock became apparent, pressing into Rory’s stomach.
Fionn ached to ram his cock straight into Rory’s mouth and feel his throat close around it like before. In fact the force of this desire struck him so hard he felt winded by it.
‘Yes,’ Fionn rumbled deeply as Rory’s hand grazed over his kilt. He unwrapped the kilt in one smooth motion and let it fall away. Rory shivered, his fingers now mere inches from Fionn’s erect cock.
Fionn took hold of Rory’s wrist and guided it down. This action alone elicited a moan from Rory. His attention was utterly transfixed, anchored onto a breathless thought that made it across the soul bond to beg,More.
‘Stroke me,’ Fionn said into his ear.
‘Fuck.’ Rory’s hand clamped around him. Slid up and down his shaft. Stopped to fondle the wet slit at the tip with his thumb. Squeezed. Released. Squeezed. Released.
‘I will knot if you continue doing that.’
‘Was that knot or nut?’ Rory asked hazily. Fionn perceived Rory’s own arousal bucking painfully across the bond. It occurred to him that Rory had not found release the last time they’d done this.
That made up Fionn’s mind immediately. He dragged Rory’s hand away, to a feeble protest. Next he took hold of Rory’s hips and lifted him high in the water until his crotch was level with Fionn’s face. Fionn grinned at the sight of Rory’s erection outlined in his tight shorts. He grinned even wider as he ripped those shorts off and Rory let out a frantic gasp when his cock came free.
‘I shall make you come as beautifully as you did for me,’ Fionn said, drawing Rory’s knees apart and hooking both legs over his shoulders. Rory let out something like a squeak, taken completely by surprise at being manhandled so easily.
Fionn began by kissing the tip of Rory’s cock. The skin seemed loose around the tip; he felt it begged to be lightly nibbled on. Fionn sucked and tugged at it gently until Rory’s hand joined him in order to roll the excess skin down.
Underneath this hood was revealed a more bulbously-shaped head, a deeper pink in colour and glistening with Rory’s juices. Fionn hummed as he examined the texture of it with his tongue. Rory’s thighs quivered delightfully while Fionn kneaded each bump and crease.
‘Fuck,’ Rory panted. ‘You feel incredible.’ Fionn glanced up at him and Rory moaned again. ‘Fuck. You look incredible, too.’
This affirmation was all Fionn needed to prompt him to work even harder. He would pleasure Rory toperfection.
Fionn lowered his head, taking Rory’s full length into his mouth. Rory’s fingers combed through his hair, eventually gripping the back of his head, either urging him on or simply hanging on. His DeepSong was becoming unintelligible, a brash but heady mix of curse words and moans.
