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—Are you ready for my cock? I ask, in this silent, telepathic way we seem to be able to communicate now.

—Yes. Please. Ready for you. Take me.

I hold my cock against his hole. We have stilled in the water, no longer propelled by Aleks’ fins. Floating, suspended, everything around us is silent except for the soft, blue-green world.

My free hand slides down to his hip, the scales tickling my palm as I hold him steady.

—Color?

—Green.

—Like your eyes, mate.

—Like yours, too.

I pause. —What?

—There’s green in your eyes now. A tiny bit. Green like my scales.

Warmth fills me at the prospect.

—Stop stalling, Daddy.

Perfect, bratty boy.

I do as he says. One thrust, and I am slipping inside of him.

Thank fuck his mouth is on mine, so I can kiss him the way I need to. So I can tell him with my lips and my tongue how deeply carved into me he is. I am sure when I die, they will cut open my bones and find spring-fed water and soft, green scales.

His hole is tight and hot, perfectly gripping me with each slide of my cock. I do not realize we have sunk down to the bottom of the pool until my back connects with sand. Above me, Aleks rides me, webbed hands gripping my shoulders as he finds a rhythm.

I do not let him pull his mouth away from me, needing his kiss, needing him. Even as pleasure builds in me, as my balls draw up and the coil of need tightens in my belly, I feel the echoes of Aleks—how my cock stretches his body to the perfect burn, how his orgasm is hovering just out of reach as long as his cock remains untouched.

Reaching down between us, I take his cock in my hand. I am close now, hurtling toward burying my cum as deeply in his body as I can—Fuck, wait—

—Come in me, Daddy. Don’t you dare stop.

—Boy, I do not want to hurt you. Is there a risk of—

—No. No risk. My body doesn’t work that way anymore.

—Are you s—

—Javier, I swear if you don’t move your hand on my cock I’m going to—

—What, boy? Tell me what you will do.

I feel his frustrated groan and grin against his lips.

There will be a time for games between us. So, so much time. But now, I cannot distinguish if it is his body or mine begging for release. Begging to come, to come together, like this, for the first time.

Bracing my bare feet against the sandy bottom of the pool, I snap my hips up, burying my cock in him. His head tosses back, and I watch, the breath held in my lungs, as he takes me.

My hand starts to work on his cock. He writhes under my touch, and his body ignites, the building pressure of his orgasm spiralling higher, higher, and higher. My own pleasure is a mirror to his. There is no separation now between his body and mine.

His sensations are mine. My cock is his; his cock is mine. My hand wrapped around him is his, his hands gripping my pecs are mine. His mouth comes back to mine, knowing I needed to breathe even before my own nervous system.

—Mine, as I am yours, I say.