It took a lot of glaring at my computer, and a possible death threat aimed at my screen, but this chapter finally got done

i didn't edit this. if there's anything glaring, let me know.

Things got a lot easier after Hitoshi came to live with us a week ago. Shouto still doesn't let his guard down around him, but hasn't tried to get rid of him either. I think he's just tolerating him for my sake, and because he's bringing us food occasionally, but I'll take it. Anything to keep Shouto still long enough to heal.

Which leads us to today. I've just checked and changed Shouto's splint, his cuts having already completely closed into green tinted scars, and we're just hanging out in my cave. Shouto's fiddling around with all the shiny and interesting things he's given me, picking them up to look at them and then putting them back in the exact spot he got them from. I'm just watching him do this and thinking.

It's been a bit since the incident, and I can't help but feel restless. All the bruises and the soreness have passed, and I feel a lot better emotionally, so my bodily needs are making themselves known again. I shift around on my bed as my slit starts tingling again at the thought of touching myself, and I try to ignore the inquisitive glance Shouto sends my way.

The issue isn't in touching myself, it's in the fact that I'm never alone anymore. Shouto can be persuaded to stay in the cave more easily, but the thought of Hitoshi catching me in the act pretty much kills any desire to try satisfying myself somewhere outside. I mean, I'd ask Shouto to have sex with me, but I don't want him to strain his arm. He always hugs me so tight during it, that he'd probably ending up re-fracturing it!

I frown over at Shouto, who's now poking at a bracelet that I've been working on, and huff in annoyance. Honestly, I never expected to get like this, but it's like I opened a door I couldn't close after I touched myself for the first time. And after having sex for the first time? Forget it. There's no going back through the door anymore. I wish Shouto would hurry up and get fully better, cause I just want to-

"Izuku? What wrong?"

My body spasms, startled at seeing the other mer suddenly so close to me. I sheepishly look up into his eyes, and he gazes back in confusion.

"Sorry. Nothing's wrong, Just restless. I'll just go out for a quick swim."

Screw it, I need to take care of this. Hitoshi showed me where his new home is, I'll just find a secluded place far enough away from it and try to be quiet. Just as I swim up off the bed to leave the cave, Shouto grabs my wrist. I blink down at him, and blush when I notice him staring down at my oozing slit. The damn traitor.

"I- its not- eep!"

Shouto tugs me back down onto the bed, and immediately covers me with his body. I feel my body tingle even more as I wriggle underneath him, and Shouto puts a hand on my cheek. I stop moving and look up into his hooded eyes, his thumb stroking over my lips.

"Izuku, stay? Can touch you? Make feel good?"

Oh god, how have I not taught him the word for sex yet? I need to stop getting so distracted around him.

"Izuku?"

He's still waiting for an answer, and I just sigh and nod. Kissing and touching hopefully won't be much of an issue. Shouto hums happily, and nuzzles my cheek before pressing his lips insistently to mine. I moan into his mouth, and let his tongue gently prod it's way inside mine. His hand moves down to squeeze at my chest and hips, which causes me to squirm in delight. I love it when he gropes me.

I warble out in approval, and Shouto responds with a similar grumble. He reaches back up with his good hand, and starts gently prodding at my nipples. We both figured out around the third time we had sex that our nipples were rather sensitive, so we both take every opportunity to stimulate them when we get frisky. He can only do it one handed though, so Shouto soon scoots down to tongue the other one.

Ooh, that feels so good! I bring my hands up and start lightly running my claws up and down his sides, which causes Shouto to shudder. He rumbles out in approval, and shoves his tail down into mine. He's too low down to press our slits together, but the friction still feels good as he slowly grinds us together. My thready breaths turn into low moans, and I start groping along his muscular back. i'm not sure if it's enough to cum from, but I'm still enjoying the light buzzing feeling the stimulation is giving me.

Shouto gives a rather rough roll of his hips, which grinds his scales deliciously across my slit. This is enough to spring my penis from it's sheath, and I cry out and dig my claws into his shoulder blades from the new sensation. Shouto growls lowly, and pulls away from my chest. I'm about to complain about the lack of attention, but I catch the glint in his lustful gaze.

He's just starting to get into the position when I shoot my hand down to cover up my slit. Shouto grunts in confusion, and pulls back a bit. He looks down at me with furrowed brows, and a frown tugging at his lips.

"Izuku?"

I shake my head and push at his shoulder again.

"No. We can't have sex. Your arm is still hurt."

I motion to his still splinted arm, and he glowers down at it. He then looks at me determinedly, and puffs his chest out.

"Arm not problem. I make Izuku feel good! Please?"

Despite his deceleration, he doesn't move to continue his ministrations. He waits patiently for my response to his plea. I huff and pout up at him, he's really not playing fair. Here I am trying to think of him, and he's just being ungrateful! How can I say no when he's acting so sweet? I glower down at my leaking slit and bobbing member, trying to think. How can we compromise on this?

I shift and squirm in frustration as I feel my core throb from residual pleasure, and a brilliant idea springs into my head. I look up at the still waiting mer, and reach my hands up to cup his face. Shouto loses the determined face, exchanging it for a curious one. I shyly smile at him, and run by thumbs across his cheekbones and down to his mouth. My cheeks heat up, thinking about what I'm going to request, but ignore it.

"No sex. Use your mouth instead?"

Shouto cocks his head to the side, absorbing my words.

"Mouth?"

I nod, and lower my right hand back down between us, stroking over my swollen cock and slit. Shouto watches me with renewing hunger. He lets out a rumbling purr, and strokes down my chest until his good hand joins mine. He hums as his fingers tease along my shaft, dancing around my own. The fluttering touches send tingles shooting through my skin again, and a shuddering sigh slips from my lips.

"Ok."

With a determined look, Shouto scoots down my body, nipping and nibbling my skin as he makes his way to my pelvis. When his mouth reaches my scales, he starts to slowly lick and nibble in a more sensual way. He nuzzles my cock with his nose and, when I wriggle a bit from the sensation, he gives it a tentative lick.

A moan squeaks out out of my throat, and I coo at him in encouragement. He becomes bolder at this, and starts applying more pressure to each stroke of his tongue. I hum in pleasure and squirm again, simultaneously trying to chase more friction and to get more comfortable.

Shouto lets out a low growl, and pins my hips down with his good arm, immediately giving me what I was looking for. He glances up at me when I thread my fingers though his wispy hair, and obediently goes when I push him further down my body. He doesn't need any more prompting when his lips brush over my slit, slick already pulsing out of it.

Without hesitation, he plunges that sinful tongue of his straight inside, much like his member often does, and gives the top of my passage a nice, firm lick. I cry out at that, my body automatically trying to arch up into him. God, why didn't I think of doing this earlier? Its not as intense as regular sex is, but it's a lot different from masturbating.

Speaking of which… I pry one of my hands away from Shouto's head, vaguely wondering why he isn't bothered by the death grip my fingers have on his hair, and bring it up to my very stiff erection. Probably won't be too much longer now. Just as the last finger wraps around my jumping shaft, does Shouto growl and bat it away.

A whine gurgles out of my throat, and he wraps his own hand around me. Of course, this means that he's pinning me down with his bad arm now, so I have to concentrate on not thrashing too much. Which is difficult, damn near impossible really, but somehow even more exciting. My eyes go wider and I start to squeal, much to my embarrassment.

I don't get much time to feel any shame for the sounds I'm making, I probably sound like a wanton whore now that I think about it, because Shouto has me firmly gripped in his hand and is stroking me in time with his thrusting tongue. I start getting that tightening sensation in my belly, and I vaguely register tugging at Shouto's hair. That's when he starts swirling that damnable appendage of his.

I don't stand much of a chance after that, and I cum right there in Shouto's face. As I shudder and jerk through my climax, I can feel Shouto release me from his grip as he continues to lick around the outside of my slit. I dazedly watch him gently ease my member back into my body, and he swims back up towards my face.

He purrs and nuzzles my face, gently showering me with chaste little pecks. I starts to purr back, and wrap my arms around his shoulders, absently nibbling along the patch of scales on his face. A thought pops into my head, and I reach down towards his own slit, wanting to return the favour. He swats my hand away and shakes his head.

"No. Izuku rest now. I be fine."

I pout up at him, but he just ignores me and snuggles into my side. Fine. I'll just do it later, once I've had a nap.

decided that this would be better as a multi part series, so this is just the end of part 1. I mean, you COULD consider this the end, but then you won't get any answers.