Warning: This chapter contains adult content! Just fyi.

Chapter 6

"Welcome home." The words chimed like bells and Ookurikara felt his whole body relax at the sound. His job didn't fit the bill of arduous by any means, but it drained his energy and left him grouchy and uninterested in humanity. So parts of him definitely worried that coming home to Mitsutada's bright smile would be blinding and annoying. But it did the opposite. Between the scent of food, the sound of his boyfriend's voice, and the soft smile, the fisherman had never been more happy to be home.

It definitely helped that Mitsutada's timing with dinner had gotten really good lately-it was always still nice and hot but cool enough to eat as soon as the tired part-timer sat down. Most importantly though, the ex-mermaid wasn't pushy. There were smiles and soft greetings, but he didn't ask too many questions about the other's day and seemed quite content to simply be together. When food was finished, and they were lazing about afterwards, he might inquire about work or what Ookurikara was thinking about for the following day, or he might share a small story about his own projects. It was incredibly comfortable. The tanned man hadn't thought such a daily life was possible. But it was.

They were having that kind of ideal day, curled up in the couch together after dinner with a short movie (Ookurikara had taken to showing Mitsutada 007 movies, since he felt like the fashion was right up the other's alley.). Ookurikara's hand was lazily entwined in the other's, and his face was resting on the other's shoulder. The summer had brought a string of particularly hot days, forcing even Mitsutada into slightly more casual clothes. Today he was wearing nice jeans and a well fitted T-shirt. His neck line and collarbone were rarely visible these days, so the fisherman couldn't help but find himself staring.

Mitsutada seemed fairly into the movie ("This Bond is quite cool!"), And didn't notice, so Ookurikara decided he might advance a bit further. Slowly, his eyes locked on the other's face until the last second, he scooted his face forward until his lips could plant a small kiss on the other's neck. He received a soft gasp for his efforts. A slight shiver of pleasure ran through the ex-mermaid's body, and all his attention shifted to his boyfriend. Not surprisingly, the fisherman wasn't about to let him take control; his lips pulled back into a sly smirk and he bit down on the exposed white skin with his teeth. The gasp came out much louder this time. Ookurikara grinned a bit wider before smoothly transitioning into a series of nips and licks, of course pausing to suck gently as the gloved hand that wasn't already intertwined with his struggled for some kind of grip. Mitsutada's whole body squirmed as his boyfriend sucked slowly, free hand roaming across that tight T-shirt. In the background, there was an explosion on the TV, but the feel of Mitsutada's pecks was far too engrossing for Ookurikara to notice.

He finally pulled back with a popping sound, satisfied with his work. There wasn't time to admire it though, because that free hand pulled his face up and soft lips pressed desperately against his. The feel of them flexing as they pushed hard and then pulled back as they switched angles made something in his chest flutter. The incredible lack of Mitsutada's usual posture enthralled him, and before long, he had run his tongue slowly across those plump pink lips. They parted immediately, only too happy to comply. Their tongues swirled and slid-the fisherman's heart was doing double time, aided by the gloved hand that moved down from his hip to cup his ass. The sound he made in his throat could be heard even through their connected lips. God, he loved the feeling of those hands on him.

Their lips parted for a moment, and Mitsutada used the opportunity to pull his boyfriend up and into his lap. Before they settled into position though, tanned legs shifted so they could straddle the other's hips, effectively pinning him to the couch. This was more than welcome though, and hands on his back pulled their chests flush as they resumed their kissing ignorant of the car chase that occupied their television screen behind them.

The desire for closeness consumed them. Between the residual awkwardness of their time apart and the smothering heat of the summer, their chances for physical contact had been cut down to a minimum. It went without saying that the desire remained, just simply that neither felt capable of initiating. In the evening they cuddled, and some days Mitsutada would kiss Ookurikara before he left for work, but anything beyond that had been pushed to the side since the two had been reunited. The fisherman sometimes wondered if he was resented for the weeks he had left the mermaid on his own. The ex-mermaid, in turn, felt unsure of his own humanity and had needed time to adjust to the new body and new world around him. But with each kiss, with each touch, those worries slipped away and the two felt lighter than before. Lighter, but definitely not newer, since both still very distinctly remembered the other's weak spots.

A moan clenched Ookurikara's throat-Mitsutada had only just begun to assault his ear. His hot tongue slowly stroked the shell while the sound and feel of his breath penetrated the human's ears. To make matters worse, those two gloved hands squeezed his butt, pulling it up and down in a slow motion that felt incredibly reminiscent of the first time they had made love. All he could think about was bouncing up and down on the other's cock. Breathy moans whimpering out his name while slick flesh squeezed into him. Those hands holding him tightly as Mitsutada touched him inside and out.

He wanted Mitsutada.

He needed Mitsutada.

He pushed their chests flush as possible, grinding up against the other even though that was difficult in this position. Gloved hands pulled him in closer, receptive to the needs since they were the same as his own. A hand flew to the other's dark brown hair, tangling between the locks before pulling him down to meet his open mouth in a wet and desperate kiss. Summer heat and movie be damned.

Ookurikara's hand slid down low and pushed the man beneath him slightly away from the coach so that he could flip them, pinning Mitsutada down, his back against the cushions. In this position, it was much easier to grind his hips up against the other's. He was swelling inside his boxers. The list of things needed to satisfy him only lengthened as time went on, but now, even with just the push of his groin against the other man's, some of the needs alleviated themselves. Through all the layers of fabric he could feel Mitsutada's own desperation manifest in turn. It hadn't been like this before, but he wasn't about to complain.

It only made sense that he would need a different approach to Mitsutada's new body. Shifting so he could slide his knee up between his boyfriend's legs, he wondered what other things would be new. Hands gripped his back through leather gloves. Their chests were so close that he could feel the pound of Mitsutada's heart-it had sped up as soon as the knee slid between his legs. Grinding against it with some force, it was a wonder that Mitsutada didn't come right then. Instead, he slid both hands up so they were on either side of Ookurikara's face, and even if his attention hadn't already been wholly fixed on the other, a yellow eye locked him in place and sent his heart into double time.

"Let me take you to the bed."

The words were heavy, sliding out of Mitsutada's mouth and dripping to the couch beneath them. Despite the wording, it was very much a command. The implications were enough to make him want to tear the other's clothes off right now, but the way that Mitsutada's eye locked on him suggested that the ex-mermaid would be more than willing to take control at any moment. He almost wanted to test it out.

On the other hand, the fisherman knew that there would be plenty of time on the future for /that/ kind of thing, and figured it would be best to just let things go smoothly for now. He nodded in response, and awkwardly moved off the other so that they could both stand. This did last long though, because before he knew what was happening, a pair of arms were scooping him up. Between the all too satisfied smirk and the fact that he was currently being subjected to the so called "Princess Carry," Ookurikara immediately regretted his decision to let his boyfriend stand up. Arms crossed, he pouted.

"I wanted to return the favor after the time you brought me here." The smirk warmed into a grin. Not that Ookurikara could see it though, because Mitsutada's face moved so it could nuzzle the soft skin on his neck. The gentle kisses and slight squirming that followed left the taller of the two chuckling.

"Ookurikara," the tone left the fisherman's stomach doing flips. "I love you."

The words seemed so easy for him and it wasn't fair at all. To be able to say things in a way that seemed so simple and so purely natural, left him weak. He couldn't even to return the favor. His feelings were intangible-even putting them to action proved to be a huge struggle. But every time that Mitsutada told him things like that-took the moment to hold him close and whisper the beating of his heart into words-every time was just as special as the last. The words stuck. Because he knew that if he chose to meet the other with his eyes, the feelings behind those syllables would be more than apparent. It always left him reeling. And in the chaos of those feelings-cheeks flushed, stomach doing acrobatics, lips pushed into a firm line-he never knew what to say. So instead he just changed the topic.

"Take me to the goddamn bed already."

His lover laughed in response, and soon they were making their way through the warm air of a summer evening and down the hallway.

Ookurikara couldn't remember if he hit the bed softly or was forced onto it, because all his mind had time for was the body that was on top of him as they commenced their love making. The heat seared every fiber of his being, and he could feel the sweat start to bead, but his body still lacked warmth. Hands slid all over, exploring and claiming. So much of Mitsutada's body remained new to him, but he wasn't about to let things stay that way. He cupped the other's ass firmly, groping the supple flesh as he marveled at the softness despite the obvious muscle. Everything felt so nice and he couldn't resist slowly moving both halves in a soft circle motion. This was far from enough though, and soon one hand drifted lower, slipping as deep between those voluptuous cheeks as pants would allow. A sudden gasp shuddered though the ex-mermaid's body. Ookurikara's expression didn't change but his hands moved like lightning. The hand that had moved down spread out, so while most of the fingers dug into the flesh of Mitsutada's ass, the middle one pressed in-between those cheeks. A low moan hummed from between the lips what were still on Ookurikara's. His attention was obviously elsewhere though, made apparent by how he was pushing his ass into the boyfriend's hand. The finger responded quickly, adding more pressure while pushing back and forth against the fabric of the other's pants. Mitsutada had to break their kisses as a low moan was wretched from his throat.

"Ku-Kuri-Chan. Ah-Ahhhh."

The hand only pushed harder and Ookurikara's now free lips locked onto his boyfriend's neck. The hand that wasn't working his ass moved done in and in front to palm his errection through his jeans. Mitsutada bit down on his lip to try and silence his moans.

In a show of exceptional dexterity, a singular tanned hand undid first his lover's belt and then his lover's button and zipper. His onslaught paused then so he could wiggle denim down to white thighs. He made a mental note to make fun of Mitsutada for his blue polka dot boxer-briefs later. Future teasing planned, his hand slid in. Between Mitsutada's breathy gasps and the blood pounding in his own head, focusing on the very hard dick straining against his hand was difficult. His boyfriend's body was human here as well. Sweat had slicked it and it moved easily in his hand, skin against skin. Squeezing softly, the fisherman pumped up and down. Mitsutada moaned.

"Kuri... Chan..." Each syllable came out with some effort. His hand met the other's face and he managed: "Will you do to me what I did to you the first time we made love? ...I-I want you to have me."

Ookurikara's brain stopped.

"If you don't want to that's absolutely fine! I am happy with either role really!"

Mitsutada kept talking, but the other's brain wasn't registering any of it. For all of the time they had been together, he had only imagined Mitsutada's cock inside himself, as he rode the other steadily, or as he was pushed on his back and fucked thoroughly in the water if the bathroom tub. But now, for the first time, thoughts of the ex-mermaid /under him/ assaulted his mind: laying on his back, with his legs spread wide, all but begging; pushed up against the wall, with his ass out and legs trembling for more; down on all fours, head peeking over his shoulder to reveal very red cheeks. Of course, he wondered if the /sounds/ that Mitsutada would make were any different than before.

The other's talking hadn't ceased by the time Ookurikara's brain kicked back into action. He shut up when he was kissed though.

Lips still wet with the other's saliva, Ookurikara responded to the earlier fretting. "I want to fuck you."

From flipping their positions to stretching Mitsutada, it didn't quite go smoothly, but it wasn't as awkward as their first time either, which could probably be attributed to the experience they had both obtained since then. Still though, when the time came to finally get on with the fucking, Ookurikara felt is breath catch. His head paused at the other's entrance. Mitsutada's eye locked on his so intently that he felt a heat rise to his cheeks that he knew had nothing to do with the summer heat. This was stupid-they'd done it plenty of times before! Why was he getting all worked up? With a determined grunt, he slid himself in, pushing and pushing until his hips connected with his boyfriend's ass. Both of them paused again, gloved fingers digging into his shoulders while Ookurikara felt the pressure of the other's body squeezing him softly. They were connected.

He felt clumsy at first, rocking back and forth, trying to figure out how to meet the other's hips properly. Slowly he built up speed, pushing in and out with more skill, as he held the other's hips to meet his thrusts. It was a bit overwhelming, and so much different than what they had done before. With each movement, he knew he was causing the other to gasp. Each little moan and squirm in pleasure was his doing, and all he wanted was more. He sped up again, and what had previously been his name turned into mumbled half words and Mitsutada's head lolled back into the sheets.

"Kuri- ah! More! Hnng! I need- ahhh!"

It all just made Ookurikara want to fuck him harder. Each word went straight to his dick, which was so far from being satisfied despite the very tight and slick ass that it squeezed in and out of. He needed to render Mitsutada speechless. Both hands pulled up those pale hips so that he could change the angle and slide in deeper. The sound that his lover made was composed entirely of vowels. This was it.

Arms straining, he held Mitsutada up, pounding him hard into the bed. The ex-mermaid locked his new thighs high in the other's hips, hands searching for purchase in the sheets. His ass flexed into the dick slapping into him, desperate for more.

If the bruises his fingers left behind were any indication, this wasn't a pace the fisherman could keep up for long. Mitsutada was barely touching the bed. There had to be better way. With a sound that disappointed both of them, he pulled out of his lover. With some guidance, he managed to turn the other man around and get him on his hands and knees. The other looked over his shoulder to complain about not being able to see his boyfriend face. The words died in his throat when Ookurikara thrust into him with all he had.

The pace from before meant nothing, because the fisherman was fucking him at a break neck speed. With each hit, the Mitsutada's face sunk further down, until his moans were muffled by the sheets. He back arched up beautifully, which Ookurikara might have been dazzled by if not for the fact that the ex-mermaid's perfect ass was now in just the right position to thrust all the way into his core.

A drop of sweat slid down the side of his face. So much of him wanted to think of new ways to make Mitsutada moan, but the creaking of the bed was audible even with Mitsutada's deep moans and the heady sound of his hips slapping ass. His core was a pleasant oven and his nose took in the smell of sweat, pre-cum, and /Mitsutada/. He wanted all of it. But he knew it wasn't enough.

In a moment of inspiration, he leaned forward to grab the other's human dick. Mitsutada's mouth opened, but no sound came out. Between the thrusts rocking the other's quivering body, Ookurikara couldn't quite be as gentle as he wanted to, so he settled with just pumping it to the rhythm of his own cock. As he pushed in, he slid his hand over throbbing veins and his thumb smoothed over the head and pressed at the tip. When he pulled back, the firm ring made by his thumb and middle finger squeezed Mitsutada all the way to his base. He wanted Mitsutada to feel each shake in his hips and each thrust. He wanted to spread that heat down every bit of Mitsutada that he could reach. He wanted them to feel as one.

The sound of his own name reached his ears again, but he wasn't finished.

The hand around Mitsutada's cock lurched forward. It raced over skin until he grasped a very alert nipple, and then, still smeared in pre-cum, rolled it between hit fingers. Whatever bit of vocal Mitsutada had left spilled out at that moment, and he was completely at Ookurikara's mercy, desperately gasping for more. And that drove the other crazy. He grunted roughly before moving the hand that had previously been holding Mitsutada's hips steady. Instead, he grabbed the other's dick hungrily.

Ookurikara wasn't done with him just yet. His hips thrust haphazardly and deeply into his lover, all the while stroking his dick and nipple. He was already so close to the edge. Mitsutada's body shook as he buckled under all the pleasure.

"Kuri-Chan!"

His vision went white the moment Mitsutada's voice hit his ears.

In the sticky aftermath that followed, the two ended up on their backs, panting. Even in this heat, the sudden lack of human contact left skin uncomfortably cold, and they both instinctively scooted closer. Turning his head so he could see Ookurikara even though he lay on his bad side, Mitsutada smiled softly before leaning in to plant a soft kiss on the tanned man's nose. Lips quirked up slightly in response. They kissed gently.

Though the ex-mermaid was tempted to complement the other, or make some sly comment about how he was looking forward to next time, the silence felt comfortable. Nothing seemed more desirable than listening to the other breathe slowly, in and out, as he drifted off to sleep. Even closing his eyes seemed safe. In the morning, when he opened them, his lover would still be there. Even if they drifted apart during the night, in the morning, Mitsutada knew that if he reached his hand out, Ookurikara would be there waiting. Because this was /their/ space now. They belonged together.

END

Notes:

Thanks for reading!

I really must apologize for the delay on the last chapter. Admittedly... it's been all typed up on my smartphone since like... June or July. I just haven't made the time to sit down and proof read it until now. I'm so sorry.