Moonlit Blooming M M

Contains: Slit Play, Tentacle Dicks, Diphallia, Handjobs, Oral Sex, Fingering, Frotting.

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There is something different about the moon when you're in love. Aster had enjoyed it well enough before; a pretty thing that was a constant no matter where he surfaced when the whim arose. With Malik had come a shift.

Maybe it was because all the poems and songs about the moon resonated now. Perhaps it was seeing its light reflected in the eyes of someone whose gaze he never wanted to leave him. Or playing off of skin he wanted to kiss. Either way, Aster lived for cloudless nights spent laying out on the beach, basking in the cool glow with the man he loved.

Aster had a particular liking for a secluded spot near the lighthouse that Malik kept with his older brother. He had washed up there not long ago; frightened, confused, and in pain after getting hopelessly tangled in a rogue fishing net. The sun had been harsh, beating down and suffocating.

He may have died there had it not been for Malik rushing down, gently but urgently cutting him free, and keeping up a string of reassurances despite not knowing if the merfolk shared his language. Aster remembered being carried back into the sea, his arm around his rescuer's shoulders as he looked up into his handsome, focused face.

He had turned tailfin as soon as he was able and swam away without a word; whether it was because of the residual fear or embarrassment, he did not know. It took a few days for Aster to work up the nerve to return to the area and thank Malik properly. And not long after that to confess his adoration for the man; a human, no less. Aster had grown up on cautionary tales about the two legs but never really bought into the idea that they were all so terrible. Now he knew for certain.

Aster was pulled out of his reverie by the sensation of a gentle hand running from his upper to lower back. It paused just where the silvery scales of his tail began. The scents of his lover and the salty sea air mingled pleasantly in his nose. They hadn't been able to be together in a while due to a run of horrid weather; the sad reality of a love between one of the sea and one of land. As much as Aster enjoyed quiet, close company, he couldn't ignore his urges.

His own hand and memories--however vivid and wild--had far from satisfied him those two weeks.

He hummed, smiling wide and moving his fingertips over the dark brown skin of Malik's chest. As they slowly trailed, he took in every detail; the mole between his pecs, the small scar over a rib he still didn't know the story behind. The breath was calm; he would fix that.

Aster moved lower, hearing a sharp inhale as he reached the waistband of Malik's bright pink shorts. He toyed with it, slipping slightly underneath.

"Are you just going to count the stars all night?" he asked.

The smile was obvious in Malik's voice.

"Why would I when the only one that matters is right here?"

Aster chuckled. Big sap, he thought as warmth fluttered through him. He lifted his head from Malik's shoulder to speak in his ear, lips close to brushing the shell.

"Can I touch you?"

Malik nodded nearly imperceptibly, throat working. "Yeah."

Together, they worked Malik out of his shorts and underwear, leaving him naked on the sand. Aster teased his hand over Malik's abdomen and down his thigh, watching the base of his cock twitch from the simple touch. He took it into his webbed hand and began to slowly stroke.

As Aster laid his head back down, his keen senses picked up on the quickening of Malik's pulse. Always so excitable, he thought. Especially after some time apart. Aster was one to talk; he could already feel a needy throb beginning to overtake the deepest parts of his slit. From this angle he could look down his lover's chest and stomach to watch his hand moving up and down the thickening shaft, teasing in its languid pace.

Malik took in a breath, releasing it shakily. A moan followed it as Aster brought his mouth to his neck. He kissed and licked under his jaw and down the length of it. Aster's nostrils flared as he ravaged the heating flesh, his eyelids flickering; if there ever had to be a warning about the two legs, it should have been about the potency of their pheromones. The heady scent of his arousal was thrilling, leaving Aster gasping even before he began to grind his leaking slit against Malik's hip.

"Aster," Malik breathed. "Getting so worked up just from touching me? You're already soaked."

Aster whimpered as he felt himself dribble more. "Missed...you."

"I know...I know...me t--fuck."

Malik's cock was full; heavy and hot under Aster's palm. He began to lightly thrust into the slick, webbed grip. The movements of his hips screamed for a quicker pace and Aster obliged, pulling a louder moan from him. Beads of precum leaked down over Aster's fingers with every upward stroke. A slick, rhythmic noise filled the air. The increased wetness aided the motion, the slight twist of Aster's wrist made smooth and seamless.

Malik began to pant. He choked on a gasp and suddenly gripped Aster's arm, not hard but imploring. "Babe...babe, stop."

Aster obeyed, fixing him with a quizzical look.

Malik grinned, chest heaving.

"Don't...don't let me get too far ahead of you," he said.

Aster smiled and brought him into a deep kiss, letting himself be guided into laying on his back as their tongues nudged and glided over one another. Malik pulled away and straddled him to hover for a moment. He was utterly captivating; haloed in a silver glow, lips parted around his breaths, adoration and lust in his deep brown eyes.

Aster reached up and cupped Malik's face in his hands, running his fingers through the short scruff of his facial hair. The back of his left hand was gently captured. A warm, attentive gaze locked onto his as Malik kissed the inside of his wrist. The same affection found his collarbone, moving lower over his chest and continuing to his slit.

His bright, blue-white scales carried an extra sheen from his excessive leaking. Malik ran his tongue up the wet line of it, giving an appreciative and aroused hum when Aster moaned in response. He brought his thumbs to either side of Aster's slit, pulling it open to expose the tips of his swelling inner folds.

Aster knew how much he was already twitching. He could feel the pulsations that were slowly working their way to his sheathed cocks. He was glad Malik could see it; what he did to him.

Malik hissed a curse and delved in, licking and sucking at the needy slit. Aster's hands found his lover's hair. His hips quickly gave in to a shallow buck under the fervent mouth. Hot breath panted against him, Malik's deep groans vibrating into sensitive flesh.

"There...m-more," Aster moaned. He cried out, feeling Malik begin to fuck his tongue into the tightly-squeezing space between the two sets of folds. "Fuck, Malik!"

He gasped as there was a shift inside him, the throbbing becoming more intense. Desperate sounds tumbled from his lips around quick breaths. His tail shook, fins quivering. All at once, his internal folds emerged from him in a motion not unlike a blooming flower. The wide, sturdier ones locked against his scales, doing their job of holding his slit wide open.

Aster's deeper parts were exposed; the dual sheaths sitting side-by-side in the lower portion of his slit. A finger found them near-instantly. Malik's fingertips teased the weeping holes, caressing the rims and smearing slick. Single digits slid into both of them effortlessly and began to pump. Aster's mouth was open, his voice only managing short, choked-off moans as his head spun.

Malik scissored his fingers, heavy awe in his tone when he spoke. "Wow. You're...you're so much hotter in here than usual."

Because it's you. Because I've been so lonely without you. Because I can't cum without you anymore and need this so badly. Aster wanted to say all those things, but the pleasure was addling those thoughts somewhere between his brain and tongue. I love you. I love you. I love you.

Aster whimpered, his sheaths fluttering around Malik and, in turn, around his cocks. He cried out as Malik thrust to the second knuckle and nudged their sensitive heads. The wet, sucking sounds his own body was making only aroused him more, feeling how eagerly it took him.

Malik's other hand moved and went to his mouth. The motion captured Aster's attention, eyes locked on his lover's burning pupils as he sucked on his pointer finger. When it was glistening, he lowered it and found Aster's third hole a few inches down from his slit. Aster bit his lip through the initial shallow probing, back briefly arching as Malik's finger fully entered his ass.

Aster's fingers dug and scrambled at the sand. Malik was hardly being rough with him, but Aster's noises might convince a voyeur otherwise. Even the moderately paced thrusting had him loudly moaning like a beast in heat. His head tossed back, chin angled at the night sky. He felt pressure building in his slit, something hot and about to burst. It throbbed and surged like a storm until ecstasy claimed him.

Fluid gushed from his sheaths. There was no cum. Just a copious, clear slick spurting around Malik's fingers and dribbling down Aster's sides. He slumped, hands mindlessly pawing at his chest and hair and he panted. His body shivered, slit still ablaze with need. Malik exited him and there was another gasp-inducing shift; Aster's cocks following him out. Only the leaky tips emerged. The stubborn things still needed more coaxing even after all of that.

Malik looked shell-shocked. "What was that?"

There was no disgust; more of a 'How did I make you do that so I can make it happen again?' sentiment. Aster only held his arms out to him.

"Malik," he whined. "I need you."

Snapping to action at the pleading voice, Malik scrambled up and aligned his dick with Aster's slit.

"Right, right. Fuck that; who cares right now?" he said quickly.

He brought them together as Aster's hands lighted on his shoulders. The whole of his length was throbbing; the show had clearly been lovely. Precum leaked from him at the first touch and joined the wet mess. Some of Aster's folds curled towards him, lightly clinging to his cock. He began to thrust through the ample slick which aided his movement.

Those sweet moans returned as Malik chased his pleasure, winding in with Aster's. Lust mixed with a deep concentration on his face; always so focused on what he was doing to start out. Aster loved to watch that slowly melt away. To see his lover's body give in to instinct.

It didn't take much of the sensation of Malik's dick grinding against his slit for Aster's to slip out. Long, tentacle-like appendages slid from his sheaths. He groaned as they did, perfectly aligned to rise up on either side of Malik. They were dripping more than they typically did, twitching in time with his heartbeat. His conscious control of their movements clicked into place and that was always electrifying. With only a sly grin as a warning, he wrapped them around Malik's cock.

Aster kept the space tight; perfect to thrust into. Malik paused, seeming to just enjoy being buried in that throbbing sleeve. He leaned down for a hot, desperate kiss, leaving them moaning into each other's mouths as he started to move again. His hips were graceful, a slow undulation to drag it all out. To etch every detail of this feeling into his memory. To save for the next rainy day.

But as Aster moved his warm, slick cocks around him, that gradually changed. He thrust faster, groans punching out of him. His balls slapped against the wet, quivering slit beneath him. Sweat poured from him and his scent was an ambrosial whirlwind. Aster panted, drowning his senses with it. He dragged his hands down Malik's back, feeling the flex of his muscles and digging his nails into the meat of his ass.

"Mmm, yeah," Malik moaned. He slowed down, trading the pace for longer thrusts and a steady voice. "You're so damn gorgeous. Every--ah--every part of you turns me the fuck on. Love how you wrap around me like this...twitching on my cock...shit."

Aster looked to where they connected. At the hypnotic way Malik's dick pushed through the tight cling of pulsing tentacles, turgid flesh on both sides shiny with slick. His eyes roamed back; over the heavily-working, sweat-speckled chest and up to that beautiful, euphoric expression on his lover's face. He squeezed Malik's ass, a weak grunt sounding in his throat as he tried to rock his hips beneath the weight.

"You're perfect...perfect," he gasped. He pulled Malik down against his slit; he needed it faster. Brown eyes went wide. "Mess me up...make me drip with you."

Malik fucked with renewed vigour. He almost felt harder in Aster's clasp. His noises ceased any restraint. Like he didn't care who heard him. As his thrusts became less coordinated, he dropped his head to rest in the juncture between Aster's shoulder and neck.

It was almost too much; Aster's currently-sealed gills lined his neck and were uniquely sensitive in that state. His eyes rolled as Malik's nose brushed against one of the lower ones, a whimper overtaking his moans. Even the panting breath ghosting over them made him shake. His arms moved, one to bring a hand to grip at Malik's hair and one to drape over his stuttering waist.

Aster lay there, pinned as he was ground against. His cocks were a mess, heat tingling through the lengths as they writhed and squeezed around Malik. They rapidly throbbed, down to their bases and beyond to those four, compact glands deep inside him; they were aching to release. Sudden jolts of pleasure would find him, accompanied by more of that spurting from his sheaths. Every movement grew audibly sopping wet, slick clinging to their bodies.

Malik suddenly seemed to be holding his breath through a few particularly quick thrusts, letting it go alongside a loud, shaking moan as his hips briefly stilled forward. His cock pulsed heavily and Aster felt thick cum splattering his chest. Malik continued, fucking through his release and lifting himself back up with his hands firmly on either side of Aster.

Though breathless and clearly spent, he kept moving. His oversensitive cock twitched in the tentacled confines. He looked down at Aster, face awash with what had to be bordering on too much pleasure.

"Aster," he gasped. He sucked in a breath, pushing through and thrusting as fast as he could manage. His eyes rolled a little. "Cum..cum for me. Cum for me."

Aster felt stars burst in his head at the sight his lover made. The scent of the seed scattered across his skin drove him wild. His cocks flew over Malik's; gliding and twisting frantically, spurring two voices to rise together in ecstasy.

"Only for you...only--only for you!" Aster cried. "Ahhh--Malik!"

His entire body quivered as he came, his tail slapping against the ground. He squeezed Malik's dick in a final, desperate, throbbing grasp. Cum pumped from him in excess; even for his dual endowment. Relentless spurts covered his heaving, moaning form. A single shot reached his lower jaw to end it all.

His mind felt like it was floating circles around him. It took a moment for him to perceive the sensation of Malik's tongue running over his stomach and chest, readily lapping up their mess. He felt his cocks retracting back into his sheaths, the internal folds following and re-entwining inside him. They were still lust-swollen, so the outer sides of his slit domed slightly with them underneath.

The mound continued to pulse with pleasured aftershocks. Especially as Malik cupped a large, reverent hand over it and dragged a finger along its line in a final tease. Aster moaned, weak and whimpering. The noise was caught by a kiss that tasted of their combined release. He relaxed into it but still gasped as Malik pulled away, a line of spit connecting their tongues for a moment.

Soft lips brushed his cheek, then his forehead. Malik's eyes were warm and adoring as they shared a silent, breath-catching moment together. Out of all they had just done, this was what made Aster's heart skip. To have such beauty look at him this way as they shimmered in the afterglow.

"Dip in the water to clean off?" Malik finally suggested.

Aster hummed affirmatively. It didn't take long for him to feel uncomfortable sitting in all the fluids involved in on-land love-making. He reached out to rest his hands on Malik's shoulders.

"Carry me, my prince?"

Malik chuckled. "I'll never get tired of it."

He gathered Aster up into his arms effortlessly and steered them towards the nearby shoreline. The sea welcomed them in her calm, cool embrace. They walked out until Malik was chest-high in the water. Aster slipped from his grasp and under. He swam a tight circle around Malik's legs, tenderly caressing a fin over his calf before returning to the surface in front of him.

They were in each other's arms a second later, Malik spinning them gently in place. Aster gave in to dumb, love-struck laughter and kissed him, feeling the smile against his lips. The moonlight reflected in flickering ripples around them; Aster's home turned paradise by the presence of his love.