Lovely Heart

His Touch So Warm

getting closer, inches away. Losing composure is their favourite mistake to make. Even if they remain friends they know how the other tastes, only meant to be known by their mate. Neteyam gets nervous every time he sees his face, even when it's bruised and battered from hunting and expeditions. 'He's so pretty it hurts' Aonung thinks about the boy, especially when he's smiling.

They spend their days laughing and going about the usual chores and rounds. Laughing at the other and playing. It was night and they connected to the jellyfish that help with breath, going under and digging up clams. As they got their knives under, and started to collect in a net. Everything glowed as they worked. It was done at night with a breath giver- because it was so deep down and the bioluminescence lit up the path. Into the womb of the earth they watched the other- very aware of the people around them. Neteyam wished he could touch him once more, before he went to sleep. Aonung knew it was wrong, he had such intentions with this boy and that he couldn't promise him the world. Which is what he wanted to do, he wished to eywa that he could give him whatever he desired, that he would be safe from harm and forever stay by his side. Neteyam was happy, not looking far into the future to save himself a heart break. He didn't want to get his hopes up- because he always knew he loved Aonung more than he loved him. That couldn't be farther from the truth, Aonung was already planning their future and his next move- meticulously and carefully as to avoid pain and suffering. Because he loved his baby tail more than anyone.

He signed 'nearly done over here' simply so Neteyam, who was still learning, could understand. He signed 'i'll be right over' with a smile trying to stay hidden. Aonung was used to that face, and he never quite understood why he hid his blushes, or smiles because he found them to be so beautiful. He hoped nobody else thought Neteyam was beautiful- he wanted him all to himself. But he knew this much, certain people would always be attracted to him, so he needed to outdo them in every way possible. So that Neteyam was truly his and wouldn't ever desire anything but him. Neteyam was far away from that train of thought, he never wanted anyone else- the only reason he would mate with someone else would be if Aonung got mated. If he got mated to another, he would have to keep up airs- and although he would love Aonung evermore, he would become a husband and a father, supporting him from afar. His heart clenched thinking that far into the future, so he focused on him now. He watched his built muscles tense up and his thick tail swish around the water, steading his every calculated move- that fit so perfect into who he was. Powerful, and brilliant.

Aonung finished up and caught the yellow eyes staring, completely still holding onto a chunk of coral. He quickly noticed he was done, acting as if he had only looked over then. They swam together, to the top and disconnected with the jellyfish, releasing them. Neteyam took a deep breath in, treading water. Aonung pulled his arm, "come on baby tail, let's drop this stuff off and go" said with a smirk, it's exactly what he wanted to hear. "Meet me at the far end of the beach in ten minutes" Aonung said as they parted.

Neteyam and Aonung quickly went to the Marui's and grabbed something to eat- rushing out without much explanation. "I'm going to see Rotxo" Aonung said, disalarming his parents. "I'm going to talk to Tsireya" Neteyam said. And without much of a struggle they met each other outside at the far end of the beach, just where he said. He ran over to Aonung and grabbed him into a hug holding his arms around his neck. Without much warning he picked up Neteyam and he squealed slightly at his arms around him, wrapping his legs around his hips. "My blue boy" they touched foreheads together, Aonung holding eye contact while holding him up against him. He tightened his leg's grip and squeezed him close. Aonung couldn't wait any longer, he needed to be even more intimate with Neteyam.

He placed him down onto the sand gently, kissing his forehead. The first time he met he noticed he was covered in small scars from battle and war, he kissed his face, praying to eywa he wouldn't ever feel pain again. He unknowingly hurt him, by being so indecisive and afraid. But it was fair, because he was a leader, not a common person. He had big goals and aspirations. When kissing him his mind was completely aiming to please him, make him feel good. And Neteyam would just ride the wave, feeling every little touch and grope. Every kiss felt hot and enthusiastic. It made his mind go blank, he wouldn't overthink he would just lose himself in the animalistic pleasure of the act. Both itching to go faster, further, harder. He leant over Neteyam, arms in the wet sand. Cold water inched closer, but Aonung was so effortlessly warm. He heated the boy, until he was sweltering. They kissed, and kissed. Aonung ground his hips against Neteyam, feeling each other thoroughly through the loincloths.

He let out a small moan as he felt himself against Aonung, breaking the kiss to gulp in air. He looked to the sky with nowhere else to look but up, the face of Aonung to fierce and arousing. He grinded against him till he was whimpering and holding his mouth, while kissing his neck. He slowly sucked on his collarbone and made his way up, leaving purple marks behind. Aonung bit down into the soft flesh, receiving a loud sound from Neteyam. "Please, please touch me now" Neteyam begged, and Aonung was more than happy to gratify him and accommodate him. "I can't wait anymore, I need it" he said, surrendering himself to Aonungs hands. He rushed to remove the loincloth. He touched him, speeding up slowly to adjust him. He felt ecstasy under him, they kissed messily as he continued- letting out noise, completely out of control. He balled his fists and Aonung whispered into his ear "nga yawne lu oer...your so beautiful, your my treasure" He shuddered at the praise and desperation took hold. Aonungs other hand sliding down his waist and gripping, rubbing circles into his flesh. "I'm- close Aonung" he said loudly, unable to control his voice. He held a hand over his mouth so nobody could hear as he finished. He wrapped his arms around Aonungs neck and Aonung lifted him up out of the wet sand. He only just realised how cold the night was- it wasnt cold against his body so he didn't notice the chill in the air. They hugged and Neteyam dressed himself "i'm sorry" he said feeling guilty "what for baby tail?" he said confused "its always me who ends up having a good time, not you. I want to be able to do something for you in return.." He chuckled "Neteyam, being with you is enough, we have plenty of time- mawey.. I'm not going anywhere" he smiled, and separated from Aonung, getting dressed.

It took ages for him to settle the rattling in his chest, he thought it would burst while he slept. If he could sleep at all after that. He had never experienced anything like that before, anything so good. His neck swollen with kisses and bites, he hoped nobody would question him too much.