Connor glanced down at Adonis, who gazed up at him, an apology in his eyes. “It’s Laurence you should say sorry to,” Connor said, not giving in to pet his hair. Adonis whined, his hand slipping up Connor’s thigh, to between his legs.
Connor jolted, remembering where Adonis’s apology had led last time. His cock remembered, too, twitching in the confines of his wetsuit. He grabbed Adonis’s wrist, his head jerking toward Laurence. Luckily, he was facing away from them, lying on the board as he paddled to catch another wave.
Chapter Twenty
Connor let out a sigh of relief. He pushed Adonis’s hand away from him. “Not in front of Laurence, okay?” he said. He touched Adonis’s cheek to show he wasn’t angry, despite the rejection.
Adonis’s gaze slipped to Laurence. He swam toward him, his tail sparkling in blues and greens as light reflected off his shiny scales. Adonis reached Laurence as the wave caught him, and he grabbed the back of the board. Adonis held it steady as Laurence got to his feet for the first time.
Adonis guided Laurence almost all the way to the beach, where Laurence hopped off the board. He looked at Adonis, a wide grin on his face. Adonis shoved hard, and the foam board rocketed onto shore, clearing the waterline by several metres. Laurence stood, looking at his board in confusion, and when he turned back, Adonis had already vanished beneath the waves.
A second later, Adonis popped up next to Connor. He wrapped an arm around his waist and buried his face between Connor’s legs, kissing his wetsuit.
“Jesus, Adonis,” Connor startled. He got to experience a bolt of pleasure through his cock at the contact before he got a hold of Adonis’s shoulder and pushed him back. Adonis looked up at him in confusion. He pointed to where Laurence stood in ankle-deep water and made a keening sound.
“He can still very much see us,” Connor said.
Laurence cupped his hands around his mouth. “I’ll get some snacks? Does he not want me in the water anymore?” he called.
“Sorry. I’ll come in to you.”
“No, no.” Laurence waved him off. “Hang out with him. I’ll dig around and see if I have a sketchbook left in the car.”
Laurence retrieved the car keys from their pile of things and then walked toward the parking lot. As he disappeared into the car, Adonis keened loudly, pointing.
“He’s coming back,” Connor said.
Adonis snorted in irritation. He pushed away from Connor, waded away, and slapped his tail against the water. Connor bit his lip, trying not to smile at the little temper tantrum.
Connor followed, and Adonis dipped under the water. He tried to keep sight of him, but his shadow quickly vanished. It was a splash further out that caught Connor’s attention. He spotted Adonis several metres into the deeper water, calling to Connor.
“Sorry, Adonis. I can’t just abandon Laurence on the beach,” Connor said. He slipped down, lying on the board, and paddled to catch a wave. As he stood, he saw Adonis cutting through the water next to him. Connor returned to deeper waters. On the beach, Laurence was sitting cross-legged on a beach towel with a sketch pad balanced on his lap.
Adonis’s tail brushed against Connor’s leg as he swam past, and Connor admired the way his tail waved in the water. He couldn’t believe that only a few weeks ago he didn’t know that Adonis existed, and now all he wanted was to spend every moment he could with him.
Connor slipped into the water, holding onto the surfboard. He’d gone out past his depth, so Adonis should have more room to move around. Big as he was, Connor imagined that shallow water was hard to navigate. Especially since his tail moved up and down like a dolphin rather than side to side like a shark.
A moment later, Adonis popped up next to him.
Connor grinned.
Adonis’s eyes darted to his mouth, and he made a pleased sound. He drifted in and pressed his cheek to Connor’s. He let out that sweet thrill, and Connor shut his eyes, enjoying the soft vibration against his skin. He reached up, running his fingers through Adonis’s hair, remembering that he’d been showing that off to Laurence.
Adonis’s throat hummed a pleased grumble, and he pushed his face harder against Connor’s. Seawater splattered over his face, but the heat from Adonis swallowed up all of the chill. Adonis’s tail drifted in, touching against the inside of Connor’s legs.
Connor opened his eyes, glancing down at the water. He recalled the slit from before. His mind burned as he tried to figure out was that the equivalent it would be to a person? Could it feel good in the same way? Connor wanted to touch Adonis, to make him feel good the same way he had for Connor—not reciprocating felt downright rude—but he just didn’t know if the anatomy worked the same way. If Adonis even could feel good.
But the way he’d known immediately what it meant when Connor got hard hinted he was aware of how that type of anatomy functioned.
Connor scanned Adonis’s relaxed body language. Slowly, he reached out, touching Adonis’s human-like abs—though inhumanly built up—and slid his hand downwards. Adonis responded with a pleased grunt, and he reached for Connor’s wrist, encouraging his palm to drag across his scales.
Connor let Adonis guide his movement for a moment before he shook off his grip and touched where he had found the slit a few days ago. He didn’t want to hurt Adonis like before, suddenly pushing his fingers in—he hadn’t done it on purpose—he’d found the slit by accident. But he knew about it now, so he could be gentle.
Connor massaged the area, keeping a close eye on Adonis for any signs of pain or discomfort.
His breath caught as the scales parted under his touch; he watched closely as Adonis’s body shook, but he didn’t see any pain in his expression. And he’d been quick to pull away from Connor when he’d hurt him a few days ago. “Tell me if I’m hurting you, okay?” Connor told Adonis.
He massaged around the slit, and it slowly widened with a quiver. Adonis ducked his head and buried his face against Connor’s shoulder.
