(M/M) Becoming His Mate: A Prince's Tail

Prologue

Alastair settled back on the sand - and was pleasantly surprised when he found it was nothing like that on the beaches on the shore. It felt squishy and plush when bunched between his fingers, and was warm instead of cold and course as one might expect. Glancing towards Varian, the elf prince blushed when he realized that the merman was watching him with a soft smile, his pale cheeks slightly pink with arousal. When their eyes met, Alastair felt a shudder of anticipation go through him as he realized that those blue eyes were gazing at him with intense desire.

Then, as Alastair's eyes traveled downward, he felt heart beat a little faster as they fell on Varian's cock, which was now free of its sheath and was resting, half-hard, against his hip. He suddenly felt very self-conscious and sat up, drawing his legs out of the water and looking away from Varian; the blush on his cheeks deepening to a darker shade of red. All of this was seen by Varian, who slipped into the pool of water and swam closer to the elf.

Once he was near enough, Varian heaved himself out beside Alastair, who managed a bashful smile that seemed almost apologetic, before lowering his head. Now that Varian was closer, he could hear the elf's heartbeat - fast, frantic and coming far too quick. With this knowledge, Varian frowned. He reached for Alastair with one hand, tilting his chin upward so that Alastair was now looking him in the eye.

"It's all right, my dear," Varian spoke in a reassuring voice. "You have nothing to be nervous about. We have all the time in the world to take this as slow as you need."

Alastair said nothing for a moment, biting his lip. Varian thought he knew what was coming, and sure enough, Alastair asked the question.

"Can you... can you kiss me?"

Varian smiled. "Of course I will, Alastair. On one condition..."

As Alastair looked at him questioningly, Varian gently gripped his shoulders, slowly lowering the elf onto the soft sand; the act sending a bolt of arousal straight to Alastair's cock.

"Lay back for me..." Varian whispered, the heat of his mouth on Alastair's ear making him blush. "Let me hold you in my arms."

The only answer from Alastair was a quiet groan. He turned his head, his lips already opening as Varian licked his way into his mouth, moaning at the feel and taste of Alastair's soft lips against his own. His arms wrapped themselves around his lover, the fingers of one hand clenching in his hair, making Alistair shiver in appreciation of the feeling; his own hands stroking over the toned muscles in Varian's back. The effect of this was that Varian moaned again, tugging slightly harder on Alastair's hair for a moment before pulling back a little to look him in the eyes. At this stage, both of them were panting heavily, their cocks straining and throbbing between them as each stared deeply into the other's eyes.

"Wh... Why'd you stop?"

It was Alastair who asked the question, a smile clear on his face. Varian grinned back at him, and couldn't resist smirking.

"I'm glad to see you're enjoying this so much, my dear."

Alastair raised an eyebrow. Having just spotted both their erections, he giggled. "I'm not the only one who's enjoying it, Varian."

"Indeed. Although, I think you'll enjoy this even more."

Before Alastair could ask what he meant, Varian's mouth had moved to the sensitive skin of his neck, where he sucked at the exposed flesh, which set Alastair's hips twitching and his back arching as a load moan left his throat. In the meantime Varian smiled to himself, pleased that he was getting such a positive reaction. Slowly, he worked his way downward, leaving small kisses on Alastair's collar bone as he slipped a hand between them to grasp Alastair's throbbing cock. Here Alastair bucked his hips at the touch, his breath quickening as he let out a deep moan.

"Oh... Varian!"