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[Connor seems to enjoy the nipping and the kissing, and especially that bite- it causes him to make a small sound. When Asra raises that eyebrow Connor smirks, and reaches down to curl his fingers around the other man's exposed length. His own cock is starting to slide out from under a slit in the scales, coloured a fleshy blue and covered in bumps and ridges. It also seems to be coated in a slick, slimy substance that clings to it despite the water.

Stroking Asra slowly, Connor lets his fingers brush against himself at the same time, working himself up further. He peppers kisses along his collarbone, then grazes his sharp, pointed teeth against his skin before dragging his tongue along the shallow cut left behind.]

[Connor's touches are thoroughly distracting and Asra feels a thrill race through him as he feels the sharp sting of teeth on his throat, the faintest taste of blood in the water. He can't remember the last time anyone tried to be rough with him like this, and as someone who enjoys both sides of giving and receiving, he rather enjoys Connor's boldness.

But there's another matter that draws his attention, and he tilts his head to look down as the other man's cock slides free, his expression curious. His hand snakes between them to wrap around Connor's length, slim fingers exploring the curious and different textures of him. His gaze flicks back to Connor's face as Asra toys with him, looking for each flicker of enjoyment he can draw from him, wanting to know what Connor likes best as his fingers circle and squeeze against the ridges and bumps of his cock.]

[His hips press eagerly into Asra's hand, and he bites his lip as he's toyed with. He likes it when Asra's thumb swipes over the tip, and when he explores the ridges on the sides. The more worked up he gets, the more it seems to secrete that strange slimy substance, and it sticks to Asra's hand despite the water, leaving his palm and fingers slick and slippery.

Connor focuses on stroking Asra in the meantime, keeping the pace slow and occasionally pressing his thumb over the slit. This is only the second time he's done this underwater, so looking down and seeing the mess he's making of Asra's hand, he smiles almost sheepishly.]

Sorry for the mess.

[Speaking underwater feels strange, like using parts of himself in ways he never expected, but the entire experience is strange and new and Asra certainly isn't complaining about that.]

Don't apologise.

[His hand tightens to squeeze Connor's length harder, give him some sensation of slick tightness around his cock for a moment.]

And don't hold back either. You're not going to break me.

[By way of encouragement, Asra releases Connor and presses his lips to the other man's neck in a series of sucking kisses that ends with a hard bite at the junction of the other's neck and shoulder. While his mouth is occupied, his hand releases Connor and makes use of that slick substance to reach down and under himself, pressing a finger into his own entrance.]

[He tilts his head to allow more of that biting, lips curving into a smile at the words of encouragement. Oh, he didn't intend to be gentle. He gets distracted by what Asra is doing with his hand, but keeps toying with the other man's cock as he prepares himself. It's probably better that he do it. Connor currently has claws.]

I'll keep that in mind.

[He trails one of those claws down Asra's chest, not hard enough to break skin but enough to leave it raised and red in its wake.]

[He arches up into the drag of that claw, the stinging line that it leaves in its wake that burns all the more for the water around them. The motion also pushes Asra's hips down against his hand harder and his lips part in a silent cry of pleasure at the dual sensations. His pale curls flutter through the water as Asra bows his head forward again, not wanting his own distraction to mean that he ignores his partner, and his teeth catch again at Connor's flesh.

He doesn't know if it's possible to mark or break the android's skin, but he bites hard enough that it's clear that he intends to try even with blunt, human teeth. Inflicting and receiving pain at times like this is hardly new to him, although Julian had really preferred to receive instead of giving. Regardless, he doesn't hold back as he bites at Connor's neck, then catches at his lips in a forceful kiss as he fucks himself open for him.]

[The harsh bite causes the skin to deactivate around the area, leaving soft plastic exposed instead. Connor doesn't seem to mind. Even if Asra leaves marks in the plastic, it'll only be covered up by skin again as soon as he stops biting. And having a permanent reminder of this wouldn't be such a bad thing.

He returns that kiss with a soft moan, and not wanting to wait any longer he tugs on Asra's hand to move it out of the way, positioning himself at his entrance instead. The slimy substance covering his cock makes it easier to press in, and Connor digs both hands into Asra's hips as he pushes in the rest of the way, claws biting into his skin hard enough to draw blood this time.]

[Asra is determined to leave a mark of some kind, and it's frustrating to find that Connor doesn't mark or even bleed as expected, dents left by his teeth really the only sign of anything happening at all.

His own flesh, on the other hand, breaks under Connor's claws with ease and Asra gasps at the sharp pain coupled with the push of the merrow's cock into him. It's been so long since he's taken anyone like this, he feels hyper-sensitive to the feeling of him, every strange bump and ridge standing out in his mind.

His legs wrap around Connor's waist and pull him in the rest of the way with a sharp motion until he can feel flesh and scales against him and the flutter of fins against his skin.]

Perfect... [Asra's arms snake around Connor and it's too soon for him to move but he does it anyway, rolling his hips against him and feeling him slip out the barest amount before pressing back in.]

[Connor doesn't move for a few moments, even if Asra seems ready for it. He's accustomed to waiting that short period first. But soon he slides himself out and then in again, and lets out a groan as he pulls back to thrust back in again, harder. It's exactly what he needed.

He may not mark easily, but Asra sure does, and Connor notes that the man seems to enjoy it. He rakes his claws up one of Asra's thighs, sharp teeth biting into his shoulder as his hips pound roughly into him. The taste of blood on his tongue sends a thrill through him, one that perhaps he wouldn't feel normally.]

[The first thrust is slower, still edged with an ache from how unfamiliar he is with this, how long it's been since he took another like this. The second is harder and Asra groans as he can feel Connor hilting deep within him. It's enough to start them both on a desperate race now, the drag of claws sending spikes of pain through him, leaving Asra gasping and curled under Connor and wanting all the more.

When teeth break his skin he gives a gasp of delight and, instinctively, drags his nails over Connor's back. But this time it's accompanied by the tingle of magic rolling from his fingertips, sparks of tingling heat against the android's flesh in an effort to find a way to return the wonderful sensations rolling through him.]

[The feel of magic on his back is pleasant, and Connor shudders under it, tail swishing excitedly as he continues to move inside him. His pace is rough, and he moves to curl his fingers around Asra's length and stroke in time with the thrusts. As much as he's simply using Asra to get off, he's not completely inconsiderate. He wants the other man to feel good too.

His other hand keeps a firm grip on Asra's hip, and after extracting his teeth from his shoulder he drags his tongue over the wound, even sucking on it slightly. It satisfies a violent urge in him that he'd buried under Bonds and therefore never had to deal with before.]

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