The moon shimmers through the sea mist that covers Gojo's feet and legs where he stands, lending an almost eerie glow to the night surrounding Him. This isn't the first time He's felt himself called to the shore as of late and he's struggling to put his finger on exactly why he returned to this very rock every time, knees pushed to his chest as his nightgown flutters on a cool sea breeze. This is the fourth night in a row going through the same motions but he sit's and wait's for a familiar tune to pierce the night.It felt like a private concert every time He came and sat, an alluring tune bouncing off of the rocks behind Him. The sound is carried over the water and it fills his ears and heart, his eyes fluttering shut.
The beach is silent aside from the breaking of the waves as they approach the shore and it mixes with the eerie singing, Gojo's closed eyes feeling too heavy to even open. The breeze ruffles his white hair and the night feels calm but a splash below where he sit's shocks him and his eyes shoot open, glancing below to see movement in the water.The mist hovering above the water conceals whatever hides beneath it, obscuring what is causing the splashing from his view. He unfold his legs and instead tuck them beneath him, using them as leverage to lift him higher to peek over the edge of the rock and still keep Himself mostly concealed. A sleek black shadow dances through the water and He kept silent, flattening himself to the rock as much as he can while still maintaining a look at what's below.
The harmony that draws him to this spot every night begins once again and he looks around to spot the source. Is there someone here with a radio? Is there a ship with a deck party further out than he can see in the darkened night?Unexpectedly, the vocalizing sounds closer than ever and he peesr over the edge of the rock again to spot a smiling face through the clearing mist. He startles, shouting in surprise, but Gojo knows the song is coming from the lips of the man in the water. He makes eye contact with you, amused by the way Gojo's face pokes just past the edge of the rock, and Gojo tilts his head curiously.
"Uh...hi," Gojo offers quietly and he sings to him in response. He's never heard the song before and there are no lyrics, simply vocalizing, but it's hypnotic to watch his throat bob with every note and his jaw open and shut. Whoever this stranger is, he's nothing if not fascinating and beautiful enough that Gojo doesn't mind sitting and watching, front row for His own private performance. "You're really talented. Do you do this professionally?"His song subsides and he smirks at you. The mist continues to clear and Gojo gets a better look at him, surprised by the way the dim light only serves as a means to enhance his beauty. Gojo's certain he's gorgeous in the daylight, a man like this could never be anything else, but he's striking just like this. The shadows settle across his face perfectly.
"You could call this something of a hobby."
His voice is as velvety as the night and Gojo shivers, the cool evening air leaving a trail of goosebumps across his skin. At least that's what he tells himself while scooting back down the surface of the rock, enough that His entire torso now hangs over the edge and his hands brace his body. His eyes dance across your body and his smirk never falters, even as he splashes in the water below him. "What brings you out here all on your own?"The assumption that He's on your own strikes him as odd but Gojo realizes it's the only one he could possibly come to given the surface of this rock is small and He had given no indication that another person could be with Him. He giggle's, one arm now dangling off of the edge of the rock. "The song you were just singing," He explains with an easy smile. Perhaps He should be more apprehensive to share but you're relaxed, the night is beautiful, and this man appears to be no threat to His current state so he lets it ride. New friends can be found everywhere if you look hard enough, after all."Want me to sing it again?"
A nod is Gojo's response and he shuts his eyes to enhance the experience, ready to allow the sweet notes fill His ears and soothe his mind. His arm and hand still dangle down the rock and he stretches his torso enough that he can reach up and grab Gojo's hand, capturing it between his long fingers.
"Come down here, it'll make the experience even better."
Gojo wasnt dressed for an evening swim, nothing but a white cotton nightgown covering his body, but he wondered what it could hurt. There isn't another soul for miles and it's just Him and this enchanting man, his voice wrapping around you. He sat up and let go of his hand in the process, carefully crawling down the rock and he catches Him when He jumps into the water with a splash.
He laughs while Gojo's legs pump through the water and bring him bobbing to the surface. His tail brushes against his legs but He thinks nothing of it, assuming it's an errant piece of seaweed or a fish breezing past. The man draws Him against his chest and looks down at him, golden eyes framed by long dark lashes gleaming.
"What's your name?"
Water droplets trail down Gojo's face and cheeks and he wipes your hairline with his thumb. **"Suguru"**
Gojo gave his name in return, He took a chance and pressed his palms against his chest, leaning his body in his direction. He doesn't move, allowing Gojo to rest his head on his shoulder and He shuts his eyes. Without another word, his song begins and Gojo's heart races hearing the seductive notes spilling from his lips while pressed this close to him.Suguru's vocalizing grows closer, right above his ear, when he rests his head against Gojo's. The intimacy of the moment catches Him off guard and his back stiffens though he's quick to put one of his large palms between his shoulder blades, singing a soothing tune while rubbing his shoulders through the damp cotton of his nightgown.His face is so close to Gojo's and he opens his eyes, watching his mouth move with each note he sings, deciding to get closer to the source. Gojo's face edges ever closer and before he can stop himself, his lips press against his and muffle his music. He kisses Him back. Gojo's never been touched so sweetly, lips enveloping his and hand still planted on His back. His tail swishes around Gojo's feet and this time he break the kiss, looking down to find the source of what's brushing against his skin.
"Do you feel that?" his face twists as he looks around, his fin continuing to dance around Gojo's ankles. He tilts his head to one side, humming. "What do you mean?" The sensation of his tail makes Gojo kick his feet beneath the water and he laughs, pulling his face to his for another kiss."I have a secret," he whispers against Gojo's mouth and he giggles nervously. Gojo's inhibitions are lower than they have ever been and he's certain that unless this man tells him he's a serial killer that he won't be perturbed, enjoying the gentle bobbing of his body in the water while he kisses.
"Oh?"
"What you keep feeling is me," he brushes his tail across Gojo's legs again and his eyes widen. Looking down into the dark water below, He catch's the errant shimmer of his tail when he wraps it around Gojo's legs, pulling him against his body. His nightgown clings to his chest and leaves nothing to the imagination, hardened nipples visible and accessible through the fabric, and they rub against his chest while he holds Him.
"What are you?"
Gojo's astonishment is apparent in his words but he makes no attempt to scurry away from him, the fins at the end of his tail brushing against Gojo's inner thighs and making him squeeze against them. He chuckles, the fins traveling higher until they brush against Gojo's crotch.
"Does it matter?"
The hand that rests on Gojo's back glides down toward his ass, his palm cupping a handful. He uses his grip to lift one of Gojo's legs so that it wraps around his tail and his free hand travels between their bodies, Gojo's nightgown pooling in the water around him as he lifts it enough to have access to everything He's left bare beneath it.
It doesn't matter as long as it feels good, Gojo reasoned, and it felt amazing when Geto's fingers massaged Gojo's tip , the water surrounding the two of them doing nothing to wash away Gojo's precum as it seeps from his dick. Gojo's only partially spread thanks to the leg he has hooked around Geto's tail and he's quick to rectify that, hand sliding from Gojo's cock to his thigh. He wraps Gojo's second leg around his body and he whimpers when Geto's slick tail rubs against Gojo's ass. The scales feel smooth as his hips glide over them but he stills him by gripping Gojo's hip, the desire to be the one responsible for his pleasure the only thing on his mind.
"Let me," he offers and him nod, bottom lip between his teeth while gazing up at him through White lashes. His fingers travel across Gojo's hip and pelvis, featherlight touches while searching for his warmth. They find it easily and he once again he gently strokes the underside of gojo's cock, making him gasp and buck into the touch.
Chuckling, Suguru presses his lips to Gojo's jaw and neck, his head tipping back to allow him access to the soft expanse of His throat. He takes advantage of the space, placing open mouthed kisses along Gojo's skin while he strokes Gojo's cock, from gentle swipes on the tip to tracing the vain. A gasp is all Gojo can manage, mind numb with the intensity of the situation he found himself in.
"What a beautiful Cock," he croons and if the words were to come from anyone else they'd feel too lewd and Gojo'd be embarrassed but from him? Dripping from those lips like honey? Gojo's cock throbs around his fingers and he smiles against his throat. He's exactly where he wants him to be and his thumb brushes against Gojo's tip, collecting the precum. Water gently ripples around the two of them, Gojo's hips grinding into his hand. He chase's the feeling twisting in his gut, biting back breathy moans and whines, and he presses his face against Gojo's temple.
"If I fuck you will you let me hear how good I'm making you feel?"
Gojo shiver's at what he says and he chuckles smoothly, his cock surfacing from within his tail and prodding at Gojo's entrance. He positioned him perfectly so that Gojo's warm asshole rests right above where his cock reveals itself from and the feel his tight asshole against the head of him makes him hiss through his teeth.
"Promise me you'll let me hear just like I let you hear my song."
Gojo Let Him. He allowed Gojo to hear his song, the call that beckoned him across the beach and right into his domain, so Gojo agreed with a nod. The blunt head of his cock brushes against him and immediately, Gojo moans and his hips chase him for more. Gojo isnt certain of what to expect when it comes to his anatomy but He's prepared for something different than anything else he's ever allowed inside of him, taking a deep breath when Geto's cockhead prods at gojo's entrance.
The head of his cock slips into him and he gasps, stretching to accommodate him so deliciously Gojo's eyes close. True to his word, he lets him hear his pretty moans as he slips further inside of him and this is where the differences between him and any other dildo Gojo's ever taken become apparent.
The texture is different, slick and bumped and Gojo's walls welcome the unique sensation by gushing around each inch he slides into him. The water splashes as he gently rocks himself into him and the small ripples become larger ones when his pace quickens, his grip on each of Gojo's hips giving him the leverage he needs to pull him up and down his length.
Gojo's mind swims, ripples of pleasure far more peaceful than the ones thrashing in the water around him making his body tingle. Geto thrusts into him and their bodies are pressed so closely Gojo cant do nothing but grind himself down to meet his motions, his cock rubbing against Geto's abs.
The moans escaping him are like music to him, roles reversed, and his tail remains twined around Gojo's legs to keep him in place when his pace increases. Each rut, Send tingles down Gojo's spine, sends him spiraling and he whimpers.
"Suguru," Gojo says his name and it's the sweetest sound he's ever heard. He grins, pressing kisses to Gojo's throat once again while keeping the rest of him held as tightly to him as possible, and Gojo's asshole clenches and massages his length as he cums onto geto's stomach with a shudder. Gojo shouts his name to the moon above, the only witness to what has happened tonight, and he lets himself cum alongside him, filling Gojo to the brim with his sticky release. Panting, a satisfied smile comes across Gojo's face when he looks up at him to see the faint dusting of red across his cheeks. The two of them look at one another wordlessly, his cock eventually softening and retracting into his tail, but Gojo stays with his legs wrapped around him.
He begins to sing again, soft and gentle, and Gojo lets the waves and his song lull him to sleep. Gojo hardly recalls what happened when he wakes on the rock where he started his evening, the sun rising over the horizon in the distance. Looking around for Suguru, Gojo brow furrows until he gazes over the rock and see the pearlescent flash of his tail in the water below shimmering beneath the rising sun. END
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