LemonShark!Soap x Diver!Ghost
SMUT!!
Bottom: Ghost Top: Soap
3rd person PoV:
Ghost slowly approaches the 5 million gallon tank and rests his hands on the cold glass. He takes a long moment to look around. Nobody, visitor nor staff personnel, has seen the mer that resides in this tank all day and it caused almost everyone to worry.
Now, the aquarium has closed for the day, every civilian is gone and all who remains are cleaners, divers, and a few vets for check ups. Even if the mer was just being people shy, which he never is, he would've come out by now to greet the staff.
Soap is know for being extremely talkative and friendly with his handlers and he always interacts with the visitors, so where is he? Ghost jogs up the stairs to the top of the tank and pulls his wetsuit.
He makes three large splashes the top of the water, a signal for Soap to surface. There is no response in the tank and Ghost starts to worry. They've only held the mer here for about 7 months, what could be wrong?
A few minutes pass and the Brit splashes again, a bit more violent this time, like a command. After about a minute, Soap bobs up to the surface and looks up at his handler with only his wide eyes sticking out of the salt water tank.
"What took you so long? I was starting to worry." Ghost pushes out the mer's platform. It's a large, floating platform that has a thick layer of rubber on top for the brunette's comfort. Ghost sits on the platform and calls the mer over.
"You're not sick, are you?" Soap shakes his head no and saunters to the side of the platform. He weakly crawls up onto the rubber and flops onto his side, facing away from Ghost.
"C'mon Johnny, speak to me." The blond shimmys over to Soap and places a gentle hand on the mer's shoulder. Ghost is Soap's favorite diver and he's usually so energetic...
The mer groans and sluggishly rolls over so that he's facing his best friend. His face is flushed and his striking, ice blue eyes are locked onto Ghost like a sniper. The mer's mouth opens to say something, the he closes it. He waits a moment, clears his throat and blushes bright red.
"It's mating season right now and 'm dying here, Si." Soap sighs and motions to his body. Nothing is majorly different, but Soap's vent is clearly irritated and aching, it's an angry red and is clenched tightly.
"Mating season?" Ghost repeats with a cocked brow and inquisitive eyes. He looks down at the puffy area and just stares. It seems perverted, he knows, but right now he's just worried for the health of his companion.
The area throbs as Soap try's to hold himself together. It's an uphill battle against instincts and his grip on his mind slowly starts to loosen. He looks his handler up and down, making sure he stops to admire how the wetsuit hugs the Brit's figure.
Soap's always admittedly been attracted to Ghost, but he just played it off as a favorite diver as most lemon sharks have one. But now, now that his diver is here... his hormones start going ballistic. Pictures flash in his mind, damn it, he would claim this man as his mate if he was only allowed.
"You need help there, Johnny?" Ghost coos and presses a palm to Soap's chest. That's all it takes for the brunette to unravel. His mind fogs as instincts snag the wheel and turn him down a path of discourse.
Soap finally relaxes his vent and lets one, then both of his slick members slide out covered in clear, slick liquid. The mer sighs in relief and pleasure combined, his vent no longer aching from being forced to stay closed.
"Two? Well that's new." The blond smiles and pulls off his gloves with his teeth. The two dicks are drenched with natural lubricant and each twitches about a second after the other, pulsing as precum flows down the smooth skin.
"May I?" Ghost looks at Soap and the mer answers with a quick and urgent nod. Soap turns away with bright red cheeks and a moan as the blond wraps one hand around the base of one of the slick cocks and the other hand around the remaining member.
"Look at me, sweetheart." Soap turns his head to face his handler with his already heaving breaths. The brunette bites down on his bottom lip so hard that his fangs leave little indents. Ghost upstrokes on both members simultaneously earning a loud, desperate noise from Soap.
As Soap groans, he stabs his claws down into the rubber mat. The mer's face scrunches into one of pleasure, his mouth hangs open and eyes turn half lidded and hazy with ecstasy. When the blond repeats his action, dribbles of precum squeeze out and add to the lubricants.
"Ghost..."
"That's not my name."
"Simon- please. You've gotta let me fuck you. Please, I'll take anything." Soap pleads and bucks his hips up in an attempt to gain more friction. When he achieves this pleasure, he attempts to do it again with another flick of his hips, then another as he starts pick up the pace and frantically fuck into Ghost's fists.
"Please, it's all I need~" Soap croons and the Brit's only response is to tighten his grip which earns a pleasured gasp from the mer. Soap continues to thrust into Ghost's warm and calloused hands. The texture feels just so perfect on his smooth and slick cocks.
Soap needs more, he needs more. The tension is killing him and he sees the diver in a new light, a light the mer never thought he was missing until it flashes bright reds and soft pinks in his face. Soap was going to make this man his mate no matter what.
With one, swift move, the brunette yanks Ghost onto his lap and stars grinding what he can against the smooth yet textured suit. Soap pushes his throbbing members between the Brit's thighs and starts thrusting upwards.
Ghost watches as Soap's tips push up between his thighs and start pumping rapidly. The sight alone has the blond harder than he ever thought he could be. At the angle of which the mer is thrusting has constant pressure and friction directly against all the right spots.
"Fuuuck, Simon..." Soap huffs with his head thrown back. The brunette keeps his pace fast, hard, deep. Ghost's own hard-on shows embarrassingly clearly visible through his wetsuit and with the mer's constant thrusts, he's already teetering on the edge.
The movements have been catching Ghost easily off guard, he's vulnerable. Now, vulnerability is not something the blond is used to, but with every deep grind from Soap, he's starting to grow quite fond of the concept.
"Squeeze your thighs- c'mon baby squeeze 'em." Between huffs, Soap lets out deep groans and soft hisses of pleasure. The heat weaves tighter and tighter until Ghost responds and squeezes his thighs together.
The mer cums almost immediately, only having time to bury himself as much as he can before he lets loose a low groan that rumbles in Ghost's chest. The Brit can feel the throbbing between his thighs as twin streams shoot out, painting his wetsuit with a pearlescent white.
The sight enough is all Ghost needs to send him crashing down, his vision flashes white and he grips Soap's sides tightly.Blunt nails press into the mer and his back arches. Warmth pools at his groin and things become uncomfortable quite fast.
"Beautiful. God, ye'r just fackin' beautiful." Soap moans and pulls the human closer. The brunette presses his mouth to Ghost's neck and places a soft kiss and then a harsh bite, drawing some blood.
"Shit, watch the teeth, baby." The blond winces and wraps his hands around Soap's back. He shifts his legs and gets off of the satisfied (for now) mer. They both look at each other with goofy, loving smiles.
"Gotta prove ye'r mine." Soap purrs and takes another small bite, just much more gentle this time around. The brunette only bites hard enough to leave little indents and he seals the marks with careful licks and kisses.
"Alright, as much as I love you, I have to go change." Ghost stands on the platform with much more wobbly legs than he anticipated, causing him to tumble back down onto the unanchored float.
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Took a bit to get back into writing smut, whoops! Anywho, I wrote more than half of this while sleep deprived so please excuse any spelling mistakes or misworded sentences!
Your writer, Raven
Word Count: 1466