Adonis’s entire body jolted. He gripped Connor’s waist and stiffened.
Connor paused, unsure. As he pulled back, Adonis followed him. With a swish of his tail, he moved them so that Connor’s back was set against the wooden pillar of the dock and pressed his mouth against Connor’s. Experimentally, it seemed, his tongue darted out. When it met Connor’s, a harsh sound came from Adonis’s throat.
Connor cupped Adonis’s face, trying again to touch his tongue to Adonis’s lips. Beneath his hands, he felt Adonis’s gills twitching erratically, and his heavy breaths fell against Connor’s cheeks. Abruptly, he snatched the back of Connor’s head, and his tongue thrust into Connor’s mouth.
Connor groaned, and Adonis made a noise of excitement, dragging his hot tongue against the inside of Connor’s mouth, making him squirm. The hot vapour of their mingling breaths burned his face as he clung onto Adonis, who explored every inch of Connor’s mouth until he was desperate to breathe.
Connor tapped on Adonis’s shoulders until he pulled back. Adonis’s gaze was fixed on Connor’s mouth as he did, and he licked his own lips eagerly. Adonis’s tongue dragged over his bottom lip; Connor shuddered.
Adonis nodded to Connor’s mouth, a question in his eyes.
“I just—I need to catch my breath.” Connor panted.
Adonis grunted. A moment later, he leaned back in, parting Connor’s lips the same way Connor had his a moment ago, and thrust his tongue into his mouth. Connor groaned, dropping his hands to Adonis’s shoulders to hold on. Adonis’s hips pushed roughly against Connor, pinning him to the pillar, and he released the hand that had been supporting Connor from below. He touched Connor’s knee, encouraging him to hold him tighter. Connor just about had the presence of mind to lock his ankles around Adonis’s behind. He was more aware of the hand Adonis fisted in his hair, holding Connor still as he fucked his mouth with his tongue.
Connor moaned at the sensations zapping through his body; his cock was rock solid as Adonis pushed his trousers and boxers down. He wrapped his hand around Connor’s cock, running a loose fist over his length.
Connor jerked into Adonis’s hot touch, and his curse was reduced to a stifled groan into Adonis’s mouth.
Adonis released Connor’s cock and reached down to squeeze his balls. Connor jumped. He tried to turn his head, to curse, to breathe, but it all turned into a muffled groan. The hand locked in his hair was immovable, and Connor burned as Adonis toyed with his nut sack, stroking and giving little squeezes that had his dick twitching.
Connor grabbed himself, fisting the sensitive head of his cock desperately, pushing himself toward the end he needed. His cock started to spasm. His balls lifted tightly to his body, and Adonis gave them a final squeeze. Connor’s head filled with white noise. He moaned, hips jerking as he came.
When his body settled, Connor noticed the deep satisfaction humming from Adonis’s throat. Connor tapped his shoulder, and Adonis pulled back.
Connor panted, dragging in desperately needed deep breaths. “Fuck, Adonis,” he said when he recovered enough that his lungs didn’t burn. “I like the making out too, but you have to let me breathe at some point.”
Adonis, the little devil, was still busy playing with Connor’s balls and didn’t seem too concerned with what he was saying.
Connor studied Adonis’s satisfied expression.
“Okay, you next,” Connor said. He reached for Adonis, then hesitated, glancing at the dock behind him. “Is there any chance you could lie down up there?” he asked. “Or do your gills need to be submerged?”
Adonis flicked his gaze to the dock. He let go of Connor, set his hands on the edge, and pulled himself from the water with a grunt. Connor watched the flex of the muscles in his arms, noting that he struggled with his weight. Connor shimmied his shorts back on.
“I suppose your abs get the most work while swimming.”
Adonis twisted himself around to sit on the dock edge and swished his tail in the water. He looked at Connor, pride swimming in his eyes.
“Very impressive,” Connor said with a grin. He pulled himself up next to Adonis. “Can you lie back?”
Adonis swished his tail again. Slowly, he reclined, setting his weight onto his elbows. The wood creaked as Adonis moved, the immense weight from his tail straining the boards. Connor’s gaze went to where his elbows rested against the wood. While Connor knew logically that Adonis’s skin was undoubtedly tougher than his own, given the pressure it had to withstand in the water constantly, he didn’t know how long it would take to get sore from being set against the hardwood.
“Hang on,” Connor shrugged off his hoodie and shuffled his way up to Adonis’s torso. Adonis gazed at him through his heavy-lidded eyes, waiting patiently. Connor tapped his elbow. “I’m going to put this under here. Can you lift up for a moment?”
Adonis did so and set his elbows down on the hoodie. His dark eyes flicked down to it, and he snorted.
“I don’t know how sensitive you are, do I?”
Adonis leaned to the side, rubbing his cheek against Connor. It melted Connor’s chest in a pleasant warmth—he really liked Adonis’s displays of affection. As Adonis leaned back, he glanced at the hoodie and snorted again. Like Connor was stupid.
Connor cast him an unimpressed look. “You know, I think I might head home after all.”
That haughty expression on Adonis’s features vanished. He reached out, grabbed Connor’s wrist and keened loudly. He buried his forehead into Connor’s hair and rubbed his nose against his neck, making desperate, loud sounds in his throat.
Connor let him squirm a few seconds before trailing his hand across Adonis’s shoulder, brushing his fingers against the bite on his nape. Adonis’s breath faltered, and his body tensed.
“I suppose I’ll forgive you this once,” Connor said, trying not to grin. “Go on, lean back again,” he said, gently prying Adonis off him.
