Chapter Twenty-Four
Connor scooted to Adonis’s tail and glanced up when Adonis hummed a low note. Connor recognised it as the one he used when he wanted Connor to look at him. As he watched, Adonis made a show of straightening the hoodie and setting his elbows on it, and he checked Connor was watching him every step of the way.
“Yes, I see,” Connor said, shaking his head. He chuckled as he flicked his gaze back to Adonis’s tail. He knew where the slit was this time and where to look, but even with that, he couldn’t see any trace of it.
Connor sat back on his heels, deciding how to best go about this. After a moment of thought, he lifted his leg over Adonis’s tail to straddle him. His scales rubbed against the inside of his thighs, sending an excited thrill through his nerves. Despite coming only a few minutes ago, warmth pooled low in his belly and his cock perked in interest. It wasn’t that Connor was into scales… it was that it wasAdonis’stail touching his legs.Adonislaid out willingly underneath him, watching him with a hungry gleam in his eyes.
Adonis’s gaze dipped, drinking in the sight of Connor hovering above him. Adonis’s throat bobbed as he swallowed.
Connor dragged his hands up Adonis’s sides and slipped his right hand over the spot where the slit should be.
Adonis shivered. His tail moved under Connor, and he heard the end of it splashing in the water. Cold sea spray hit his back. Adonis set his weight on one elbow and reached out to cup the front of Connor’s trousers. He made a keening noise in his throat and then let go of Connor to gesture to where his slit was hidden. He repeated the gesture until Connor was rolling his eyes.
“Adonis, I understand what you want without the pointing,” Connor told him. “Lean back.”
Adonis did, his gaze fixed on Connor’s hand. He massaged gently, and the scales parted under his touch; he couldn’t help but stare. He hadn’t seen what it looked like before, but now he could study it. The edge of the scales seemed to bend in, curving to the walls of the slit as it parted. Connor ran his thumb along the edge, ensuring no sharp edge was sticking out. It was smooth, and as he stroked it, lubricant coated his fingers.
Adonis made a noise of impatience. Once again, he sat up and cupped Connor’s cock, finding it hard. The sight of the pink flesh quivering as he touched it… it was hot.
“Adonis…” Connor warned.
Adonis complained, gesturing once again between Connor’s cock and his slit. His gills flared wide, showing their pink insides, as his body trembled in agitation.
“Lean back,” Connor requested.
Adonis’s new position tensed his body, tightening the band of muscles around the slit.
Adonis’s mouth parted, and a garbled sound came out in lieu of a word.
“Lean back.” Connor balanced on his knees, setting his hand on Adonis’s shoulder and guiding him down to his back. “I know what you want me to do, and I will. But first—” Connor slipped his finger into Adonis, the slick walls clinging tightly to his digit. Adonis shuddered. “—I’m getting you ready. Okay?”
After a moment of shivering, Adonis shook his head. He reached up, cupping the front of Connor’s trousers.
“Try to be patient for me,” Connor asked. His voice came out rough as Adonis squeezed his balls through the fabric.
Connor tipped his head down, watching as he dipped a second finger inside of Adonis, and also faced the sight of Adonis’s large hand massaging and squeezing his balls in time to Connor thrusting his fingers. He swallowed hard, drinking in the sight of it before he took note of the rising tension in his body.
“Okay, you’ll have to give that a break for now. I need a few minutes here, okay?” Connor shifted, but Adonis’s hand followed, staying stuck to him. Connor dragged his gaze up to Adonis, who he found staring down the same way he had been doing. He wasn’t paying attention to what Connor was saying.
“Let’s do this instead,” Connor said. He moved back, and Adonis tensed. He tightened his grip on Connor’s balls, making a desperate sound in his throat. Connor shuddered at the sensations that zapped through him. He gritted his teeth, fighting for self-control. “A minute, okay? One minute and I’ll put it in.” Connor pulled Adonis’s hand off himself and slid down Adonis’s body, ducking down his head.
He licked his lips and pressed his cheek against the scales just to the side of Adonis’s slit, flicking his gaze up to Adonis’s face. The complaints had stopped; Adonis’s weight was on his elbows, and his eyes were fixed on Connor’s mouth.
Connor slipped his fingers out of Adonis and trailed his hand up Adonis’s tail until his palm was against the softer skin of his abs. His fingers dipped into the indent of Adonis’s naval as he ran his tongue along the wall of Adonis’s slit. He shivered as he felt the gradient of Adonis’s scales shift to the soft flesh inside his slit.
Adonis let out a strained, whimpering sound. Connor paused, glancing again at Adonis’s face, to find his eyes transfixed on Connor’s tongue, dipping into his slit. Connor shuddered, taking in the heady focus of Adonis’s gaze, his parted lips, flaring gills. That expression was one of pleasure and enjoyment.
Connor’s cock twitched, straining against his wet trousers.
Connor turned his attention back to what he was doing. He didn’t know where Adonis enjoyed being touched, but when he finally dipped his tongue inside, Adonis collapsed onto his back with a cry. He reached out, grabbing the edges of the dock.
Connor thrust his tongue in again, finding that there was a salty taste even inside. The boards creaked under Adonis’s grip, moaning like they might splinter any second. Adonis hissed, his tail jerking up under Connor. The soft scales brushed against Connor’s hard cock, and he groaned. He lowered his hips, rubbing against Adonis for that hint of contact.
It made his situation worse. Connor dragged his hand back down from Adonis’s abs and moved his face aside to dip his fingers in. Four slipped in without difficulty. Adonis reached out, grabbing Connor’s wrist as he jerked his hips up. Connor watched him for a moment, transfixed by the sight of Adonis chasing his climax, before the iron rod in his trousers throbbed in complaint.
It wasn’t his fingers he wanted to watch thrusting into Adonis, though the sight was damn appealing… and he swore he felt his fingers brushing against something vaguely bulbous inside. Something very male.
“You think I can put this in now?” Connor asked. His voice came out low and strained.
