Lil blurbs for @ikkanoodles‘ shark Gabe stuff :3 because hnnngh

Jesse can’t believe he’s doing this – can’t believe the creature is letting him do this. He looks unimpressed – a little bored, even, but he is accommodating enough to let the nervous young man play and explore.

He’s almost tripped over him earlier; not seeing the brown skin and grey scales until the last second – the lazy whap of the massive tail against the stone cliff the only thing alerting him that he was about to scale a living, breathing creature on his way to the tip of the craggy stone reaching out over the sea.

The creature hasn’t said a word or made a sound, looking at him with disdain as Jesse stood gawking, but for all his standoffish attitude he didn’t seem aggressive.

Jesse had ogled him, from the tip of his head to the sharp fin at the end of the long, thick tail and hadn’t known what to take in first, to be honest. The thing that pushed him closer against any better judgement, had been the sight of the underside of the tail, though.

The creature hadn’t seemed embarrassed in the least, showing him his vulnerable underside – and those smaller fins that were relaxed enough to show just a glimpse of what they were hiding; the curious slit underneath a little pink-ish and puffy looking.

The man – shark… creature…? had watched him calmly as he’d approached, stumbling across the little, smooth rocks towards him, looking up with a raised eyebrow at the gangly human ranging over him until Jesse had fallen to his knees and carefully reached for him.

The creature’s carefully groomed facial hair was soft against his palm and his nervous question of “What are you?” was blithely ignored even as the gentle push of his thumb was not, jaw falling readily open to show off rows of needle sharp teeth even as the gaze returned from disdainful to bored, watching calmly as Jesse stared, cock eager and hard in his pants.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, thumb pushing a little against the creature’s upper lip just to watch the length of it’s canine. “Holy shit,” he whispered again when the man let his tongue just flop out; as pink-ish as the flesh Jesse had seen farther down, and dripping with sticky, slimy saliva that was decidedly not human.

The teeth looked like they were ready to rip flesh and crack bone and still he thought stupidly eager: I want to stick my cock in that.

.o.

The creature moved for easier access and Jesse thought he might be flexing for him. Getting his beefy arms up and over his head to stretch his upper body sinuously, one eyebrow raised again as he watched Jesse move down his body.

He wondered if the shark could feel how sweaty his palms were against his strangely slick skin or the silky minuscule scales of his abdomen. As he petted, eyes staring doggedly at the tender little fins shielding what he had spied earlier, he couldn’t help but notice how rough the skin was when brushed against the tight coat of scales; a sandpapery feel like little thorns against his palm that had him shudder and tail whap against the ground in annoyance until he resumed his petting in the right direction.

.o.

The creature was unhappy with his fumbling as he unceremoniously pushed the small fins to the side (and how soft they felt against his fingers; so unlike the rest of the creature’s abdomen), and stared with his mouth hanging open at the swollen, long slit, but he was keeping still enough for him to rub two fingers up and down the tight seam.

The scales weren’t as unforgiving here; soft and so small it mostly felt like normal skin as he dragged first the tip of his fore- and middlefinger, along and then, when there was no give and the swollen lips wouldn’t part for him, he pressed his thumb against the apex, trying to wriggle his way between while his cock was jerking in his jeans.

The creature’s tail moved again, slapping against the ground and shifting. He could feel the large muscles against his legs and a wave of heat and ice cold washed through him as he realized just how strong the appendage was. Heavy and enough to crush him if the creature was seriously annoyed by his stupid fumbling.

Jesse glanced upwards again, staring at the wide chest and dark pink nipples, then at the careful groom of the facial hair. 

“Fuck, you’re a pretty one, aren’t’cha?” he rasped, lifting his fingers to lick at them – and taste the salt of the creature’s body – then return to that sweet, puffy slit. It was like he had said the magic words – or maybe the creature was just taking pity of him; because suddenly the tense muscles he had felt before became buttery soft, allowing the puffy lips to slide apart and…-

… and a thick, slimy cock to emerge; tapered and sturdy looking, standing upright and needy while the little fins he’d pushed apart earlier were fluttering helplessly.

Looking up, he could see a flush on the creature’s cheeks, facial expression almost reluctantly curious as he glanced down his nose at what Jesse was doing to him.

Well… with a cock, Jesse could work.