smol thing for a few of @ikkanoodles‘ pics again! hhhhhh
“Yeah, that… that works for you? Right?” Jesse mumbles, eyes hooded, watching the slow emergence of the slick, tapered cock. “Just stay still. Good boy. You’re… heh… you’re a good boy, right?”
He’s babbling and nervous, fingers framing the fleshy part of the creature’s slit, palm pressing carefully down to feel how warm and firm he was. Despite his mindless prattling, the shark seemed relaxed – almost bored if not for the way his cock was slowly but surely sliding farther out, the fleshy lips of his slit parting to accommodate the widening girth of it. He had one arm behind his head, the other across his belly as he watched Jesse with dark eyes.
He was calm; the powerful body stretched out, the large fins at the tip of his tail dragging lazily through the water. A little farther away on the glistening stones of the shore lay a large fish carcass, bleeding out sluggishly with a perfect imprint of the creature’s sharp teeth in its belly.
He had presented Jesse with it almost rudely, slapping it on the ground and staring at him with such dark intentions, the young fisherman had thought it was meant as a kind of threat. The sharkman – which he secretly called Gabriel in his head – had looked even more pissy then usual when Jesse had just stood there, hands helplessly spread at his sides, and had vanished for a good half hour before emerging again and lying down, waiting for Jesse to approach slowly.
“Fuck,” Jesse murmured, hand slowly rubbing down the smooth expanse of Gabriel’s tail, feeling the freakishly strong muscles beneath the skin, then sliding slowly back up against the grain – stopping for a moment at the small, tender hole of his cloaca to carefully round it with the trembling tips of his fingers.
Gabriel huffed, tail splashing a little more vigorously into the shallows, making Jesse jerk and glance up at him nervously, other hand strangling his throbbing cock – the stupid thing too dumb to understand when it was supposed to lose interest in the proceedings because a mauling was imminent.
As it was, Gabriel’s eyebrows had drawn together and he looked mildly annoyed and confused – but not like he was about to rip Jesse a new one. So he carefully returned his hand, thumb sliding once, twice across the twitching hole of Gabriel’s cloaca, feeling how soft the skin there was, before he decided that he wouldn’t push his luck and slid the last few centimeters up towards the fully parted slit and Gabriel’s extended cock, the elongated slit at the tip bubbling with slimy pre-cum.
“You’re a good boy,” he whispered, trembling fingertips touching the thick, smooth base of the shark cock, feeling how warm it was and squeezing his fist around the tip of his cock.
Gabriel’s head had turned, dark eyes watching intently what Jesse was doing to himself. There was a new kind of interest in them that Jesse couldn’t pinpoint until the shark suddenly moved, upper body curling towards the young human man, and thick arms curling around him to pull him closer.
Jesse thought dimly that this was how he was going to die: cock out and hand around the slick, intriguing dick of a shark person.
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Gabriel was, despite his prickly demeanour, impossibly gentle. Most of anything, he seemed to just want to clutch Jesse to himself. His arms were large and inescapable and no matter how much Jesse squirmed, he had a firm and careful hold on him, not allowing him to slip from him more than a couple centimeters.
Jesse was overwhelmed.
He couldn’t decide what to focus on first: the careful press of sharp, dangerous teeth along his shoulders and neck whenever Gabriel lovingly nibbled on him, or the slow, inexorable slide of his cock slipping deeper and deeper and deeper, and spreading Jesse gradually farther.
Jesse was whining high in his throat, hands trying to find purchase and only managing to grab onto the thick forearms of the creature holding and fucking him, making him take the slimy, intriguing cock he’d been fondling and dancing around for weeks – Gabriel coming back again and again like a well-trained puppy, offering his body for Jesse’s uneducated fondling.
He wondered, dimly, whether this was some kind of payback; whether Gabriel thought that weeks of getting felt up and molested by the human were the pay for this now: Jesse unwittingly fucking himself on the wicked cock, feet placed on the sides of the thick tail and belly heaving as he breathed through a minor panic attack because he was sure he could feel that long, warm cock right in his belly.
“Don’t… don’t hurt me,” he whined, trembling and overstimulated, his cock – his stupid, fucking cock – so hard it stood up into the salty sea air all on its own, dark red and painful to the touch; his pubes just above it standing in a tacky tuft that Gabriel seemed stupidly curious of because one large hand kept returning to it: sliding down Jesse’s trembling belly to card fingers through it before returning up and hugging around the kid’s ribs.
His fear was unfounded, though: Gabriel never got rough. He huffed behind him, the flap of his gills soft and wet as he seemed to need to take air in from both ways. His teeth never broke skin as he nibbled gently, lovingly, pressing carefully into him and marking him up as he let Jesse fuck himself on his cock.
It took him a while until he realized that he was even doing it: that his small nervous jerks were the only things moving himself on the shark’s cock.
“Oh god,” Jesse groaned, head coming back up, cheeks pounding with the hot embarrassment of it. Looking down he could see his swaying cock, ready to shoot just from the delicious, slick stimulation inside; and farther down he could see Gabriel’s tail; long and greybrown and lazily swishing in the water, his pink little cloaca clenching whenever Jesse moved and his insides squeezed down on the delicious cock. The only sign that Gabriel was just as hot for what was happening as the hapless human atop him.
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