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Something definitely crawled up Azul’s ass and died there, Floyd thought as he spaced out, body swaying from side to side as Azul went on and on about something both of them knew wasn't as important as he was trying to make it be. Not his problem, but it kinda was since Azul refused to let him go do whatever he wanted to do; sunbath somewhere on the school grounds, or try to find a little fishie to annoy until his favorite one came back. But noooo, Azul had to act up.
“Ugh, what’s wrong with you?”
That shut up the other boy fast enough.
“Nothing is wrong with me!”
“Nuh uh, you’ve been acting like someone stepped on all eight of your tentacles all day,” Floyd muttered to which Azul scoffed. “If only Jade was here…”
To deal with whatever mood Azul was in. Azul, who reacted to those last words as if Floyd himself stepped on his tentacles, a grimace marring his face as he slammed the stack of papers he had in his hands way too hard on his desk. Huh.
“Oh? That got you extra pissy now didn’t it?”
“Floyd, I would appreciate it if you stopped spouting nonsense.”
He merely shrugged, not in the mood to argue or do anything about the way Azul was staring daggers at him. But Azul didn’t seem to have any of that and opened his mouth to yell at him some more, whatever words he was saying turning into background noise as his phone pinged.
“Floyd! Are you even listening to me?”
“Nope,” he admitted as he opened his chat with Shrimpy, two pictures waiting for him.
The first one was of Sea Slug, dressed up to nines in a stylish white suit and Floyd had to give it to his mama, she was very good at this for someone who spent less time on land than him. But Sea Slug himself wasn’t the main focus of the picture, no, it was his little Goldfishie hanging off his arm, looking like a drowned kitten as his face coloured slightly, an adorable pout on his lips while he probably muttered something about Sea Slug not having to pick him up like that.
Hah, Floyd could almost hear it! The fact that Sea Slug looked rather proud of himself too made it even funnier.
Don’t tell him I showed you this kay? But he’s so cute…
Oh, cute was not even the beginning of it.
The second picture though was even better than the first one. His Goldfishie was finally on land with Sea Slug’s body caught at the edge of the picture as Riddle looked up at him, saying something while he ran his hand through his wet hair.
Even if his clothes were dark, Shrimpy had captured the details well enough to show how the vest and the jacket that had slipped off one shoulder clung to him. The pants too, wrinkled and glued to his legs like a second skin. But worst of all? The white shirt turned sheer and that one singular drop of water caught sliding down Riddle’s jaw.
Floyd found himself swallowing, heat building up inside his body the more he stared at the picture.
u the best shrimpy <3
I try~
Also, is Azul close by?
Well, from the noise of it, he was very much still there ranting at Floyd.
yup, why?
Tell him Jade looks very good wet
A visage even <3
Too bad I ‘forgot’ to take pics for Azul ufff
Floyd read the texts, then looked up at Azul who was scowling at him, then back at the chat with Yuu and laughed.
ur hilarious shrimpy
ill cook dinner for u and sea slug for this
but send me a pic tho i wanna have blackmail
The picture she sent him was truly something else, Floyd had to admit.
It was Jade making his way up on a boat, all sopping wet as he crawled out of the water. It was nothing Floyd hadn’t seen before, but the way his black clothes clung to him much in the same way they did on his Goldfishie gave the whole thing a certain appeal. That, and how his brother was arching his back like he was posing for it.
Knowing him, he probably was.
“Floyd! Stop ignoring me!”
“Shrimpy says that Jade looks very good wet,” he said, laughing as he zoomed into the picture. “Mhm~ yeah, she’s so right. Too bad she forgot to take pics of it.”
When Floyd looked up, still laughing, it was to Azul’s face frozen in something akin to shocked indignation. Oh, maybe Shrimpy was the one who stepped on Azul’s tentacles! Even better then, maybe she could annoy Azul into confessing already, and if so, then Floyd was really going to set up a whole romantic dinner for her and Sea Slug.
“Well, too bad we didn’t go to that wedding huh?” he said, locking his phone as he stood from the sofa. “Next time maybe,” he giggled, hands in his pockets as he made his way to the door.
Azul did not stop him from leaving, but Floyd heard him muttering something about that troublesome woman and what is her problem . Hah, what was Azul’s problem honestly, ogling Jade and being all suave and stuff with each other, but never acting up on it?
Boring.
Still, the whole ordeal put Floyd in a good mood which didn’t go away even when Azul worked him to the bone that night at the lounge.
And then, Sunday came and with it, Jade in his room, which meant that his Goldfishie was back too.
“Floyd,” his brother started as soon as Floyd jumped out of the bed.
“Not now, I’m busy.”
Jade looked at him questioningly, standing in the middle of the room as Floyd put on his shoes.
“My, but aren’t you in a hurry? Won’t you give Riddle at least a moment of rest after such an eventful weekend?”
“Nope,” he admitted, already opening the door while his twin laughed behind him. “But,” he found himself saying, unable to mind his business just yet. “You know who needs some rest right now? Azul. Been insufferable all weekend. Good luck.”
Making his way to Heartslabyul was a piece of cake, nobody trying to stop him anymore as he opened the front door and walked in as if he owned the place. He even tried to be nice and waved at Sea Bram who was walking down the stairs and started laughing as soon as he noticed Floyd.
“Have fun~” he said with a chuckle.
Oh, he was about to.
He opened the door to his boyfriend’s bedroom without knocking, finding the other boy in the middle of the room, caught mid step.
“Riddle,” he said his name, knowing too well how that would affect the other one.
True to his expectations, his boyfriend’s body went rigid but not in a worrisome way, no. In anticipation.
“You have no idea,” he went one, slowly, gently, carefully, the way Jade went on about something he really wanted, laying down the foreground for a bigger scheme, for a game of push and pull until the opponent was sure that both of them were playing by their strings, only for it to be a masquerade. Floyd did not like that type of pretending, of skirting around the subject, of edging in a come-hither way. No, he was direct in his own way, voicing the beginning of his desires, making it known that he was leading the interaction in a single direction. But this time, he felt like he had to play this game. “You have no idea what I’ve had to endure these days.”
Riddle watched him, carefully, prey ready to become the hunter, eyes half lidded not in submission, no. In a challenge.
That was one of the reasons Floyd loved him so fiercely. His Goldfishie never backed down, no matter the disadvantage.
“I could hazard a guess,” Riddle murmured, quiet and velvet soft, rubbing just right against Floyd’s fried nerves. “After all, I did find out that a certain someone has been providing you with pictures of myself.”
Oh, the game was on.
Floyd walked deeper into the room, the locked door behind his back both a certainty and nothing more than a flimsy obstacle. If Riddle wanted him out of his room, he would throw Floyd out of the window.
“Mhm,” he hummed, stepping hard on the wooden floorboards, back hunched as he approached the tiny but straight figure of his boyfriend standing in the middle of the room. “It was a fair deal, in the spirit of the Octavinelle dorm~”
Riddle’s eyes rolled as he clicked his tongue, his hand batting Floyd’s away as he tried to reach out, to touch and skirt his fingers over a sharp and defined jaw.
“And some mere pictures of me were enough to turn you into a senseless beast?”
Wasn’t his Goldfishie just the funniest? With how he reached out, lightning fast, fingers fisting into Floyd’s T-shirt to pull him down to eye level? Wasn’t he adorable, with that mischievous smirk on his lips as his breath ghosted Floyd’s mouth, a promise for all that was to come?
His body trembled in anticipation, the visible shaking making Riddle chuckle, delighted and drunk on the power he had. If Riddle were to tell him to kneel and serve him right there and then, Floyd might as well just do it.
“You underestimate your beauty, pretty Goldfishie,” Floyd said, playing it safe as his hand reached out to cup Riddle’s face. “You could easily outshine any wedding guests, even the bride and groom themselves~”
Riddle’s laugh was akin to bells tolling in the summer breeze. Happy, full of life and joy.
“Aren’t you exaggerating, Floyd?”
What a boring, stupid question.
“Never.”
Simple as that, Floyd got bored of their little game.
His hands found the underside of slight but muscular thighs, pulling them up and around his waist as Riddle’s hands let go of his shirt in favour of gripping his hair, pulling and guiding his head the way he wanted until their mouths crashed. Lips and teeth, the barest hint of blood and a gasped, choked moan later found them on the bed. Riddle’s legs wide open, one ankle pressing down on Floyd’s calf as his pelvis pushed up.
Floyd’s forearms framing a fiery halo of red hair, his hips pushing down into the growing hardness awaiting him.
“You looked so damn pretty Goldfishie,” Floyd murmured against an arched neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, leaving blood red marks in their wake. “When you’re wet from head to toe, makes me want to throw you into the sea and never let you get out of it ever again.”
Riddle’s deep moan went straight to the depths of Floyd’s core, fueling the boiling spill of his blood rushing through his veins and he grinded down, deep and hard, his body seeking friction as his mind begged for more. For everything.
“Yeah?” Riddle choked, his fingers digging painfully into Floyd’s scalp to pull his head far away to stare straight into his eyes. “You’re all talk and no bite, Leech.”
Oh.
The ripping sound of clothes tearing off bounced off the walls, Riddle’s hand spasming around a spell, his fingers twitching as the shimmering of a silencing spell glued to the walls of his bedroom like a second skin. Floyd did not care nor mind, his entire focus directed at the flushed skin under his hands, the pale flesh begging for his marks as Riddle’s chest pushed up, his pebbled nipple meeting the drag of Floyd’s tongue.
“Do not tempt me, Goldfishie,” he teased, sharp teeth grazing the hardened nub. “I could eat you whole right now~”
Hooded eyes and glossy lips, flushed cheeks and a cocky smile stretching over pearly white teeth as Riddle bit his bottom lip, hips pushing up hard into Floyd’s erection and staying there.
“Yes? And what’s stopping you Floyd? Incompetence doesn’t fit you well, you know.”
Their mouths crashed into a painful semblance of a kiss the very next moment, the pain of teeth catching on sensitive skin permeating their consciousness for a mere moment before Floyd’s tongue swept at the beads of blood. Sweet, tangly and delicious. He enjoyed the flavors for a second before he pushed his tongue into the wet awaiting mouth, Riddle kissing him back just as hard and fiercely, well trimmed nails scratching at his scalp as Riddle fought him for dominance.
Still, true to his status, his boyfriend had the prowess and sensitivity to cast the spell that would coat Floyd’s fingers in a glossy, transparent substance right before Floyd rubbed them around the fast relaxing ring of muscles, dipping the tips inside right after. If anything, he would never get bored of the way Riddle's body accepted him so readily, so willingly and greedily. Oh how warm and soft he was inside, of how — despite countless protests and outright fighting and genuine frustration — much he wanted it.
“Floyd,” Riddle whined into his mouth, legs trembling around his waist as Floyd rubbed that little bundle of nerves relentlessly, his own cock pressing hard and wet against the inside of his underwear, begging for more. “Floyd!”
A command for sure.
Slowly, with a smile on his face and the mental image of his boyfriend wet and running his hand through his hair, Floyd pulled his fingers away, rubbing the tips around the already puffy rim before bending down to press a butterfly soft kiss on top of a tiny nose. Riddle blinked a couple of times, arousal and something else, syrupy and cloying sweet, turning his features soft and deliciously mellow.
“Keep calling my name Goldfishie,” he encouraged as he pulled back to sit on his knees, enjoying the view of his boyfriend sprawled on his back, the tatters of his clothes clinging to his body as Floyd made quick work of his pants. He would have to fully undress later, after the first round. “And I might just answer~”
Riddle’s grimace was a sign enough that he was not that far gone, but the way he swallowed, eyelashes fluttering as he looked up at Floyd, told him that he would have the other one at this mercy soon enough.
“If you’d rather stall and waste my time instead, then I —”
His words melted into a drowned out moan as Floyd pushed in, slowly and carefully, the slide wet enough from a spell of his own to make it feel nice and pleasant.
“What were you saying, hm?”
Riddle exhaled, long and hard, before his arms came up around Floyd’ neck to pull him down.
“I.” he groaned into his mouth, ankles crossing over Floyd’s back as he raised his hips off the mattress to urge Floyd to go deeper. “Order you to get serious!”
Oh, his sweet Goldfishie, so demanding, so warm and tight inside, so fierce in the way his nails were leaving painful trails down his back, his teeth closing around Floyd’s lips when he finally hit that little bundle of nerves with the slide of his cock.
The way his little Goldfishie gasped, moaned, rolled his eyes to the back of his head, mouth lax for Floyd to plunder it. The way blood beaded on Riddle’s lips once again, pulling a choked moan from him.
The way his hand fisted Floyd’s hair as he was licking the crimson drops off those puffy lips, then pulled hand and mercilessly, snapping Floyd’s head away only to redirect it to the crook of his neck. To the warmth of it, the dampness of salty sweat dripping down the porcelain skin, the swell of a blemished shoulder and Floyd opened his mouth, mind fogged by the pleasure of plunging into Riddle’s body over and over again, and bit down.
In the back of his mind, he wondered if Riddle would ever get rid of the scar of his teeth that started developing on his shoulder, the punctures renewing over and over again.
He wondered, tongue licking up the coppery liquid flooding his mouth, of what Riddle’s parents would say about it. Of what his classmates would think if they knew how much their housewarden loved the pain, enjoyed the thrill of being pinned down by a predator. He vaguely wondered, hips rooting down into Riddle’s body, his cock keeping him filled up and sensitive, what Azul and Jade would say if they knew that at the end of the day, Floyd was simply following the path his leash pulled him to.
Not that he was ashamed. No, if anything, he kept displaying his relationship with Riddle for what it was; his victory in winning Riddle’s heart.
“Deeper,” Riddle murmured, wet and shaky as his chest raised off the bed, his hard nipples rubbing across Floyd’s still clothed torso. “Floyd!”
So he did, fucked him harder and faster and deeper, all the while keeping his little Goldfishie pinned to the bed, caught in between his jaws.
Push and pull, that was what Shrimpy had once called their relationship.
You push him, but only because he can pull you, does that even make sense?
Only too much.
I’ll take you home one day , he thought, mouth too occupied to say out loud as he made Riddle scream his name. I’ll give you everything. A family and a loving mother and a silly father and an obnoxious brother in law with his own single-minded, sometimes insufferable husband.
Pace not faltering a second, Floyd gripped a milky thigh and unwrapped Riddle’s left leg from around his waist, pushing it up until his calf could rest on top of Floyd’s own shoulder, prompting Riddle to move his right leg on his own. The change of pace left his boyfriend gasping, moans turning wet and desperate as Floyd pulled back, tongue lapping at the leftover blood.
Despite everything, Riddle’s hands were steady as they gilded around Floyd’s neck to cup his face, bringing it down so they could kiss. Slow, tasting blood and adoration, something beyond devotion itself as Floyd’s hand found its way between their bodies, his still slick fingers wrapping around his boyfriend’s aching cock. The high pitched whine that spilled into his mouth tasted sweeter than honey, borderline on intoxicating as his mind fizzed around the edges, giving way for his most primal senses.
Gasping into Riddle’s mouth as he came, diving into his body as his hole tightened around Floyd, pressing down into the body that arched beautifully off the bed, it all felt like an out of body experience for him. It reminded him of diving into the ocean in his human form, of the pull of the depths dragging him down, the water welcoming him back greedily. Fucking into Riddle’s sensitive body felt just the way the last seconds before the transformation hit felt like, the pressure of half a planet’s body of water slamming into him, stealing his weak human senses away and leaving him drowning .
“Breathe, breathe Floyd, fuck, ah! ”
Bending over his precious Goldfishie, his own moans stuck in his throat as his body trembled with the start of his release, was akin to the seas welcoming him back home.
“You’re insane,” he heard the words whispered into his ear as fingers ran through his hair. Affectionate and still deliciously breathless as Floyd fucked slow and deep into Riddle, chasing the end of his orgasm as awarness slowly came back to him. “It can’t be that good,” his boyfriend went on, muttering as if thinking out loud.
Then, finally, with a full body shiver going down his spine, Floyd stopped. “It is,” he croaked out, throat parched as he shrugged his shoulders, dislodging Riddle’s legs from up there so he could fall fully on top of his boyfriend. “ You are that good, the best.”
Riddle huffed and muttered something else that Floyd did not catch, too busy trying to place his body and mind somewhere in this existence of his.
“Makes one wonder,” Riddle went on, wiggling a little under Floyd to get into a relatively comfortable position. He hated being squished by Floyd after sex, but he also endured it for a couple of minutes to give Floyd enough time to come back to his body and mind.
He loved him so much it was ridiculous.
“Hm?”
“If you’d also forget how to breathe if we were to do this underwater.”
And just as that, the semblance of composure he had managed to scrape together melted like wax.
The second time, he undressed so he could feel Riddle’s skin, slick with sweat and the remnants of blood, rub against his. He held Riddle close to his chest, fucking into him slow and deep, almost lazily, their breathless moans and the squelching of his release pushed out of Riddle’s hole a distant sound as they kissed each other. It went on for what felt like hours, Riddle’s ankles crossed at the small of Floyd’s back, his arms around his neck as they nearly melted into each other.
The second time, Riddle came with a long, velvety moan of Floyd’s name and he followed close by, ears buzzing and mind blanking between one deep thrust and another, body shaking as he filled Riddle to the brim once again.
If anything, as excited as Riddle’s question made him be, Floyd could not guarantee him that he wouldn’t react just as strongly underwater. Perhaps even more so, senses heightened.
No, the blankness of his mind and the shortage of air, the overwhelming of feelings and the dizziness of pleasure, he would experience those either way, no matter where.
It was all because of Riddle.
As long as he was the other half of Floyd, there was no escaping. And to be honest, Floyd wouldn’t have it any other way. Was unsure if he could even accept it.
Later, after Floyd cleaned Riddle and took care of the bite on his shoulder — and peppered every inch of his body in kisses because he'd never miss the opportunity — they lay in bed together, Riddle halfway under the covers, a milky white leg thrown on top of them as he played with Floyd’s hair.
“Who would have thought that a wedding would get you so worked up,” Riddle mused out loud, his nails scratching at Floyd's scalp.
“Not a wedding, just you, Goldfishie.”
Riddle hummed, curling up around Floyd to kiss the top of his head. For someone so deprived of love and care when growing up, Riddle had an abundance of it to share.
“Ridiculous,” Riddle huffed but still gave him another kiss. “To be honest…I thought about you there, once or twice.”
Warmth spread across his chest like a blanket, weighing him down as he pushed his face harder into Riddle’s chest, arms holding tight on the smaller boy’s frame.
“You did?”
Riddle only hummed, so Floyd let it be for the moment. Sated and in his Goldfishie’s embrace, nothing could ever matter that much.
“About how you’d have strutted around with untidy clothes because there was no way you’d allow even your mother to dress you into something so proper as Jade’s,” he went on and Floyd laughed. Goldfishie knew him so well. “But you’d have cut an imposing figure at the wedding, and certainly enjoyed flipping the boat over. Jade certainly did,”
“Eh, he’s a romantic like that,” he said through a yawn and Riddle laughed at him.
Another kiss on the top of his head and Floyd cuddled him just a little bit closer.
“But when he gets married, are you going to flip the boat?”
When, more like if he ever gets around to doing something about whatever weird peacocky dance he has going on with Azul.
“Of course, I’ll have him and Azul swimming as soon as the boat starts floating.”
Riddle chuckled and Floyd made an effort to pull away, far enough to look straight into grey eyes — they reminded him so much of the depths of the ocean, he could lose himself in them any moment.
“We are not doing the boat stuff, even if Jade whines about it,” he said seriously, watching closely to notice every reaction his words would elicit. As expected, Riddle’s skin turned red as if blood spilled into clear water.
Rather unexpectedly, he nodded his head once, slowly and as if in a daze, before he coloured even darker. Still, no yelling came, no arguments, no pulling away or calling him presumptuous.
“I agree,” was what came out after a long moment, Riddle’s tongue wetting his lips before he cleared his throat. “I will not have your brother topple my boat and send me into the water for a second time.”
If Floyd’s chest tightened with something he dared not think about but knew too well what it was, he did not let it show. He simply tried his luck some more.
“As if he could, you hurt me Goldfishie!”
Only when Riddle exhaled, Floyd really caught the minute details of his face softening, of his body going lax, devoid of tension.
“Then, I shall trust you to forgo that certain part of the tradition, although…” and here he hesitated, eyes widening as if the true significance of their conversation fully settled in. Floyd couldn’t tell if this would really work, or if he was finally biting more than he could chew, or if he had fucked up, simple as that.
He didn’t even really intend to take the discussion there in the first place, it just happened!
“Although, I suppose your mother would be disappointed. She seemed to enjoy the moment.”
Of all things to mention, that was not what Floyd expected.
And yet, it was the perfect answer.
“Well, if you want to make mama happy, I guess I’ll just have to protect you during the ceremony~”
And that’s all it took for Riddle to finally act out.
“Protect me! I can do it myself, do not worry about me Floyd Leech!” he enunciated with force, eyes narrowed as he leaned close enough for the tips of their noses to touch. “But I trust you to join me in fighting off your brother.”
Oh, how he loved him so.
“Anything for you, Goldfishie~”
“Good.”
When Riddle kissed him, it felt like a promise.
Deeper than the ocean, as sure as the sea.
If Floyd got so lightheaded during the kiss that Riddle had to stop and punch him in the chest to pull him back to the present, well, who could blame him?