Romance Fan Fiction ❯ Abe and Kroenen - Sleeping with the Fishes ❯ Chapter 2

Abe gasped softly as the head of my member slipped easily into his slickened body. I watched his chest heave, gasping for breath. Slightly concerned that the drug hadn't done as much as I'd thought, I voiced my concern. “Fischboy, are you -“

“I'm fine…keep going.” He murmured to me, those beautiful eyes of his fixed on my mask. Letting a hiss-like chuckle slip through my teeth, I grasped his slender body and, with one smooth, controlled thrust, his body was tightly grasping my swollen member, his inner walls hot and tight around me, his body shivering and his face drawn in a look of pain. I started to draw out, thinking perhaps I should have proceeded slower, but he gave me another adorable glare and sighed. “Just…give me a moment, ok?” My brow furrowed in concern, but I held him there against my clothed body, letting his inner muscles relax slowly as he lay there, silently gritting his teeth.

I knew the moment he was ready because he began to move, testing the new feeling, pressing his hips up against mine, his face not pained, but thoughtful, pleased. As a rumbling growl built in my chest, I gently drew myself out and pressed back in, slowly, calmly, loving every hot, passionate second I spent in his body, connected so intimately to the one I loved. The pleasure, of course, was unimaginable…the tight warmth of his body sent waves of rippling, burning fire through my body as he softly began to pant and moan beneath me.

I found, as we made love, he was surprisingly vocal. I hadn't expected that. At every slow thrust I made, he let out a short, pleased groan, his voice breathy and his eyes glazed, watching me, every so often flicking down to watch the junction between our bodies. As I began to increase the pressure and speed, hitting new depths in his body, his slender form arched to mine and he released moans and gasps that seemed just short of screaming, his webbed hands gripping my bedsheets tightly. As I grabbed his legs and adjusted my angle a bit, I hit deeper into his body, sinking in fully, and he cried out loudly. “Kroeeneeen!”

“Ahhhn, Fischboy…” I hissed, my voice just a raspy growl from between my teeth. I grasped his body tightly, need driving me, wanting to feel all of my beautiful lover, wanting to draw my name from his lips again. And I did.

Again and again, he cried my name, his body pressing up against mine, his damp body clenching and unclenching, sinking deep into the mattress as I leaned over him and pounded into his thin frame. I lowered my mask to his face, and his hands released the sheets and wrapped around my neck, pulling me down into our kind of kiss as he ran his tongue along the bottom of my mask, moaning breathily. With one hand, I began to stroke his neglected length, and his moans became even louder, his cries more desperate. I moved my hand in time with my thrusts, which became shorter and harder as our bodies moved together.

“I sink… you are getting close, ja?” I murmured with a raspy chuckle, one hand on his leg, one pumping his member tightly. His body rippled with a shiver at the sound of my voice and his lips, parted, formed my name again.

“Oh, god…” He whimpered softly, grabbing the sheets again as I straightened up, each one of my thrusts forward making him rock back against the mattress slightly. His gills were flared, and in concern for them drying out, I paused to pour another glass of water onto his slick body. He smiled at my consideration while I struck up my pace again, and his expression changed, looking almost pained with pleasure. I could feel his slender body tightening beneath mine, and I stroked him with an almost furious pace, determined to see his release before I allowed myself to do the same.

“Kroenen!” He gasped, as I felt his body tremble and stiffen. Knowing he was on the edge, I spend most of my concentration on pumping his flushed, engorged member, watching him writhe in pleasure as his chest heaved. His body jerked in my gloved palm, once, twice, and suddenly his fluids were spurting into my hand, spilling and dripping onto his stomach, while his hips arched and his head fell back, calling my name and crying out in the pleasure of his climax. My thrusts slowed a little as I continued to stroke him, slower, gently, letting him ease off the high a bit before I continued my hastened pace, pounding into his body. I knew I was unable to hold it off for much longer, especially after watching his amazingly erotic orgasm, loving the way he cried my name and his cheeks flushed and his eyes glittered and - oh!

With the intensity of my climax suddenly upon me, I let out a gasp, grunting as I made my last few, hard thrusts into his tight body, and I groaned, pressing into him and feeling the pleasure wash over me seconds before I released deep into his slightly smaller frame, gasping in a hiss-like breath as my body shuddered above his. I could feel my cum flooding his body, and I let out a soft grunt as I rolled onto my side, taking him with me, still connected as I breathed into his ear, shivering with the aftermath.

He snuggled up to my side, and I wrapped one arm around him, pausing to examine the semen-covered hand. He grinned at me and closed his eyes, taking a tentative, curious lick. I could see him swallow it, and he licked his lips. “Let me clean that for you.”

If I could have blushed, I probably would have, while I watched my new lover licking up every last bit of his cum from my gloved hand. When he finished, he sighed happily and settled down, pressing his lips to my mask again. I hissed slightly in contentment while the film over his eyes covered them in a light shroud, my lover falling into the depths of sleep.

“Mein fischboy…”