Triton's Destiny

Part Twenty-Seven

He wasn't sure how long he'd been out, but there was sunlight filtering into the cave when Tristan's eyes blinked open. It must have still been afternoon, then. Good. He hadn't neglected his duties at the lighthouse. But if there was ever a good reason for doing so... He hummed happily as he stretched, the cool stone floor nice against his warm skin. It took him a moment to realize that Maki wasn't with him. With a gasp of alarm, he bolted upright, his gaze frantically darting around the cave.

"Hi, handsome." Maki smiled at him from the water's edge. "Did you have a good nap?"

"Maki..." Tristan crawled over to him, lovingly ran his fingers through the triton's hair, and caressed the shape of his beautifully pointed ear. "How are you feeling?"

Maki captured Tristan's fingers and brought his hand to his lips, brushing kisses across Tristan's knuckles before pressing them to his palm. "Amazing."

"Has your head stopped hurting?"

Maki nodded.

Tristan knelt down to kiss him. "Was I too rough with you?"

Arousal glinted in Maki's blue eyes and his slight smile was full of wicked intent as he shook his head. "Not at all. In fact, I'm excited to do it again."

Tristan's cock twitched as it made its enthusiastic interest known. "Gods, Maki..."

"You didn't think once was going to be enough, did you?" Maki's fingers trailed down Tristan's chest.

Taking possession of that wandering hand, Tristan bit gently at Maki's fingertips and stroked the fin on his forearm. "Technically, you came twice, love."

Maki shuddered and moaned, the placid water rippling around him. "More..."

"Does it feel good when I touch your fins?"

Nodding quickly, Maki levered himself a bit farther out of the water so Tristan could reach more of him. His barbed lures curled up and over Tristan's back, the smooth heads dragging over Tristan's skin and the points scratching lightly.

Tristan shivered with a wave of pleasure and moved to the very edge of the stone ledge, settling on his knees and stroking his hands down Maki's back, playing with his dorsal fin, the shimmering scales lining his spine, and the wispy, whisker-like cirri which rose up to curl against his palms.

"Oh gods, Tristan!" Maki's powerful hip fins slapped wetly on the stone ledge and braced him half in and half out of the water as he wrapped his arms around Tristan's shoulders and clung to him.

The human was already incredibly aroused from Maki's desperate sounds and the sight of his lover so obviously enjoying his touch. There was only one thought clamoring in Tristan's brain at the moment, but he didn't know how or if he even should ask for it. Dragging his fingers back up Maki's torso, he stroked the points of his ears over and over, resting his forehead against Maki's. "Maki, I... Can I...?"

Maki lifted his chin to kiss him. "Just ask, love."

Tristan felt his whole face warm unbearably. "Can I make love to you like this?"

Maki's shaky breath wavered in the air between them and he nodded. "Oh gods, yes," he whispered.

"You don't wear anything..."

"This is as naked as a triton gets," Maki said, huffing a laugh.

Nothing in the world could have stopped Tristan's gaze from lowering to where Maki's cock should be and he was suddenly nervous. "Then how...?"

A radiant grin spread across Maki's face and he kissed Tristan again. "Let me come up, love."

Rather than let him go, though, Tristan held onto Maki's arms, anchoring them behind his neck, and carefully stood up. Maki's body dripped all over the floor as Tristan lifted him out of the water. Standing there with Maki's triton body pressed against him, Tristan just stared at him for a minute. "Gods, you're beautiful."