Mershark Boyfriend: Dorian 2 (rough draft)

That first kiss happened late in summer. You had just turned twelve and your parents either sent you to some sort of summer camp or a relatives’ place to escape the crowds. That summer had been a camp, and when you got home you felt that getting trampled by tourists would have been better. You were bug bit to high heaven, sunburnt, and heartbroken from your first dalliance into romance. You’d ‘dated’ all summer, and at the end of camp he said he had a girlfriend back home and dumped you. Coming home you were apt to talk about the bug bites to your parents. But that wasn’t what was causing your early onset lacrimose teenage phase.

You went to the spot you and Dorian usually met at. It was the boardwalk underneath the family shop which was right at the water so Dorian could hop onto the pebble filled sand. You went there, sad and sniffling when Dorian popped out of the water. His great big grin was marred by a few missing teeth.

“You came back!” He announced chipperly, bouncing up onto the beach to get near you.

“Yeah,” was all you could muster.

His black eyes focused upon you and he looked concerned. “Everything okay?”

You rub at your eyes. “You’re a boy, you wouldn’t get it.”

He pouted then and shoved his long hair out of his face. “How come?”

You ducked your head down, worried your best friend could act the same way as that jerk from summer camp.

“What’d I do?” He then chirpped sadly.

You look up at him, tears back in your eyes and he moved closer, putting his scrawny little arm around you. “A boy hurt me.”

“I’ll eat him!”

“No,” you start to argue but you smile. “I thought he liked me, Dorian.”

Dorian still didn’t understand, but he played along. “What’s not to like? You’re cool. You’re funny. You have all those neat toys.”

You sniffled and wiped at your eyes. “No like-” You look at him. “Have you ever kissed someone before?”

He looked even more confused. “No. But I’ve bitten some people I’ve liked.”

You knew mersharks had different means at showing affection. But imagining getting touched by those teeth was scary enough. “What?”

“Yeah, we bite to show affection. Not hard, but that’s what we do.” He then tilted his head. “What’s a kiss like?”

You blushed, turning red hot in a matter of seconds. You swallowed and shrugged. “It’s kind of soft. A little wet. It was weird.”

“Some guy kissed you?” Dorian looked pissed for a second. “What for?”

You duck your head down again. “He said he liked me.”

“Did he?”

You shook your head.

Dorian scoffed. “Well, if he ever gets near you again, I’ll toss him into the water and thrash him. Okay?” When he doesn’t get the response he wanted he sighed. “It’s okay. Look, I like you,” he said gently. “I’ll kiss you so you can forget all about that guy.”

“Of course you like me, you’re my friend!” You whimpered. “This was...different.”

He shrugged. “But then he won’t be the last person you kissed. He’ll just be some guy you did.” His smile was bright and sweet, it would always be that way. “Better to be kissed by me than some jerk right?”

“You sure?” It wasn’t an awful idea. You liked the kiss with that kid, maybe you’d like it better with someone you really cared about.

“What do I do?” Dorian asked.

You sniffled again, wiping your face dry so it wouldn’t be offensive so up close. You then moved closer to him, facing him. “You close your eyes and uhm, you purse out your lips.”

“Close my eyes? That sounds dumb.”

“Just do it.” You wait for his eyes to close then his lips pucker out. “And uhm-” You inch closer, closing your eyes in turn and touching your lips to his. It was small and brief, but it was better than the one from before.

“Weird but not bad,” Dorian said afterwards. He then took your hand. “Can I show you how we bite?”

You were nervous but decided to go along. “Will it hurt?”

“Nah, it’s nice!” He took one of your fingers, gently nipping the tip. He smiled at you while he did it, looking so excited. The bite didn’t hurt it all, you were aware of the sharp teeth, but the pressure was light. He released your finger and offered his, allowing you to bite him back in return.

“See? It’s nice!” He said proudly.

You nodded shyly. “It was.”

He took hold of your hand, curling it so the back rested upon his chest. “Don’t feel sad about that guy, okay? I’ll always be here, no matter what. If you ever need a bite or a kiss again, I’m here for you!”

Luckily, it was your last summer sent away. After that, your parents opened the gift shop and you helped out there. You never saw that old summer camp romance again, and you were able to see Dorian just about every day. Years went on, romances came and went. Not that there were many to point out. But Dorian was always there for you, and you were always there for him. It should have been obvious where your feelings were, but sometimes you fail to notice things.

You lift your head from Dorian’s chest. “It’s getting late, you probably need to head back to the ocean.”

“Yeah, unfortunately,” he grumbles. He looks at you with big, black, puppy dog eyes. “Too bad you can’t breathe underwater.”

“Oh yes, it’s so tragic I drown.” You kiss him softly. “I’ll see you in the morning. We’re shipping online orders but that’s not until lunch.”

“So this won’t all turn out to be a dream when I wake up?” He chuckles.

“Not unless you sprout legs or something.” You then gently bite his neck and he makes the most adorable sound in his throat. Somewhere between a moan and a yelp, it sounds innocent yet not at the same time.

“I didn’t know you could make such a sound,” you giggle.

He makes a face, pulling you back in close to bite your neck in return. You hold your breath, enjoying his teeth on your skin. You actually wouldn’t mind it a bit harder.

“Hard not to, isn’t it?” He teases you. “Warn me next time. Bites like that don’t happen to me often.”

You bite his finger. “What about that?”

“More what I am used to.” He bites the tip of your ear in return.

You help him get back to the beach, standing in the cold sand as he makes his way to the ocean. He slips into the water, looking back at you with a huge grin upon his face. “Have a good night.”

“You too,” you smile shyly, even though you’ve bid him goodnight countless times. You both seem to want to say more, but you both hold back for the night. He slips back into the water, and you slip into a hot shower.

Come morning, you got outside onto the beach with your coffee, finding Dorian waiting for you there. His long tail is stretched out and bobbing with the tide. He looks up at you, holding his smile until he’s sure it isn’t a dream. He’s reassured by your kiss and his smile finally blossoms.

“Smells like rain out here, doesn’t it?” You take a seat beside him and curl into his side.

“It does.” He gazes out with a smile upon his face. “Any rainy day plans?”

Your shrug. “Not really. Just packing those online orders later is all.” You glance up at him, almost having to tilt your neck back just to see him. “I’ll be home the rest of the day I suppose.”

Dorian pushes his hair to the side. “Would you be opposed to a visit?”

“From who?” You tease.

He bends over, kissing your face and pushing you down into the sand. “I think you’re still besotted by those horny ghosts from last night. I think they want to visit.”

“Don’t remind me!” You cackle as he kisses more. He has you trapped between him and the sand, but you don’t want to escape. His teasing and playful ways soon turn soft and sweet. His kisses flutter and press to your skin. He looks into your eyes, the black seeming darker than before. You touch his face, feeling his cheek sink into your palm.

“Did I go too far?” He asks softly.

You shake your head. “You could have kept going.”

“I’d like to, but I didn’t think the sand would be welcomed,” he says jokingly. He helps you to sit up and dusts the sand from your back. “I still don’t want to move too suddenly with this, you know? I want us to take time. Even if we feel the same way, this is still new to us.”

You nod. “I know, and you’re right. This should be a step by step thing.” You shake sand from your hair.

“We’re both excited is all.” Dorian lays stomach first in the sand so his fin is jutted up in the air. “I’ll keep my hands where I can see them.”

You laugh and kiss his shoulder. “What about my hands?”

“Hey now,” he snickers. “Play nice.”

“I will, promise.” You lay so you’re leaned against his back and side. “Come over tonight. I’ll set up my tablet in the bathroom and we can watch a movie or something.”

“Sounds nice.” He peeks back at you. “Maybe you could bite me again.”

You bite your tongue. “Maybe you could bite me back.”

His laugh is giggly and shy. “It’s so weird how everything is the same but so different. Like there’s this extra layer of awkward between us that wasn’t there before. It’s not bad, just new.” He props himself up on his elbows. “I’m between wanting to laugh and joke around with you, but also make love to you. I think that’s what’s making me feel off.”

“Of course it is.” You sit up and smooth your hand down his back. “I mean, you and I are closer than peas in a pod. But we’ve never been that close physically. That’s the new part.”

He looks you in the eye. “I don’t want that to take over though, even if it’s something that-” He loses his breath for a moment as he looks at you. “I just-” His expression is hard to read, but you don’t think it’s worrisome. “You’re so beautiful and precious to me, it takes my breath away. I want to hold you close to me, to feel all of your around me. I want to taste more than your lips and I-” He suddenly laughs nervously. “And then I get nervous, because it’s you, and I love you, and I want to get it right for you.”

Your face is apple red and your chest is shattered concrete. You couldn’t believe these things were coming from his lips. “I uh-” There’s no way you could match what he was saying. It was so sweet and honest. “Even if it’s not, just being close to you is wonderful enough for me.” You place your hand upon his arm. “To learn your body is very exciting to me.”

He nods. “I think so too,” he’s breathless. “But your body. I know my body I know-” He looks away quickly. “You know what I mean.”

You lift his hand and gently bite his finger. “Have you ever...with a human before?” You ask shyly.

He shakes his head. “No. Have you?”

“A couple of times. But never a mershark.” Your smile is bashful. “Any mersharks?”

“A friend of mine,” he answers. “We fooled around a bit.” His smile is nostalgic.

You kiss his palm and he dips his head down to kiss you in return. He nips your bottom lip gently, tugging it and sucking it before releasing it. “I’m very curious,” you murmur.

Dorian smirks. “What about?”

Your cheeks turn a deeper shade of red. “Maybe not here.” You begin to feel droplets of rain splash against you. “I should go back inside and get ready. But tonight-”

“Yeah, tonight.” He wiggles back into the water. “I’ll see you then.”

It’s a hard thought to push from your mind, especially after the way he put it so eloquently there. You imagine what his body must feel like as he moves to please you. How his hand would move to touch you, his lips on your skin, his breath pulsing upon you. You wonder how he would respond to your lips, your tongue. You wanted to taste him just as he did you.

You got the bathroom setup for the evening, getting the tub ready and placing the tablet on the back of the toilet where you both could watch it. You really did wish you had a bigger bathroom than this. He was almost too big for it these days.

It was still raining when Dorian arrived, so when he came through the door he was slick with rain. “What do you feel like watching tonight?” You ask. You’re wearing a robe, which of course he notices.

“Not sure, maybe Clue again?” He slips into the warm bath water and sighs.

“Again?” You chuckle. “We watch that all the time.”

“But I like it.” He grins up at you as you sit down on the edge of the tub. “Don’t you?”

You smile warmly. “It’s my favorite.”

He kisses you, moving his lips to your neck where he bites. You press your palms upon his shoulders, head all my smoldering from all the thoughts he put into it that morning. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” his voice low in your ear. “It’s gotten worse, but I couldn’t stay away.”

“I know what you mean,” you chuckle. “I’ve had my mind pretty preoccupied after what you said this morning.” You smile at him, seeing his eyes are wide and sparkly. “Uhm, I thought, maybe, and you can say no, maybe if we just fooled around a bit-”

“What about step by step?” He sits up alert. “If you don’t want to I-”

“I want to, I just don’t want you to think I’m fast or anything.” You place your palm upon his cheek. “I want to touch you more.”

He melts. “Me too.”

You remove the robe, pressing your bear body against his. He shudders, carefully placing his hands upon you as you ease into the tub with him. You kiss him more, forgetting about the movie or anything else. His breath is shuddered, but yours is too probably if you could hear anything else besides the pounding in your ears.

“You’re so soft,” he whispers. “And warm.” His hands tremble as they touch your lower back, cautiously waiting to go lower.

You sit up and his eyes go a bit wide. “Do you mind if I explore a little?”

“I’d love it,” he gulps to catch his breath. “I mean uhm-” He sits up in the tub more, letting his tail hang over the side. “I should be the one to offer that first.”

You smile, feeling his hands go up your sides. “If you’d like.”

Dorian dips down, his lips brushing against your shoulder. He moans against your skin, his hands touching just under your breasts. He grows in courage, cupping them in his palms. He chuckles.

“What’s that?” You pout.

“Sorry uhm-” he catches his breath. “They’re just so soft. I mean, I knew they were but-” He chuckles against. “It’s more than that.”

“Your hands feel good,” you moan. “So big.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” He gently nips your cheek. “I'll be gentle.” He dips down again, gently dragging his teeth against your breast. He breaths, darting out his tongue against the skin. His breath shudders again. He bites, sharp teeth gentle against your flesh. It felt amazingly good.

“I love how you feel against my tongue.” He bites again. “Like your skin is pressing against it.” He moans against you, pressing himself close to you.

“Your tongue feels amazing too.” You run your fingers through his long hair. “Dorian,” you mewl his name.

His body twitches, shivers from the tail up. His tongue laps harder, going between your breasts. “That sounds amazing.”

You pull his head up, kissing him hungrily. You move your lips down his neck, biting his shoulder. You nuzzle to his chest, kissing and nibbling as you sat upon his lap. You took his hand, biting and sucking upon each finger. You took your time, wanting to see his expression, hear the the faltering of his breath, You look up into his eyes and realize there’s a chance you can’t turn away after this.

“Maybe we should pause.” You try to catch your breath.

He nods. “Yeah, maybe.” He swallows hard and then forces out a laugh. “This was fun this was-” He breathes deeply. “This was a lot of fun.”

You stand up from the water. “It was. So fun that my legs are shaky.”

His bigs hands cup around your hips to steady you, his finger inadvertently sinking into your rear. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You sit down on the edge of the tub.

He then sniffs, nostrils flaring as he smells something new. “You sure?”

You nod, catching your breath. “It’s just been a while, that’s all.”

Dorian’s still on the track of that new scent, sniffing your neck and your chest. He then realizes it’s coming from between your thighs. He places his palm upon your lap and slowly you open your thighs for him. The two of you keep your eyes locked as his hand goes between your thighs. He finds the source of the scent on his fingertips then tastes it.

“Dorian,” you breathe again.

He licks his lips, dragging the tip against the sharp edge of his teeth. “Can I see?”

You open your thighs slowly, arching your hips so he can have a better view. His eyes widen but you don’t see them for long. His head goes between your legs, his lips kissing and nibbling on your inner thigh.

“Dorian,” you pant again.

His tongue presses to the apex, tasting you directly, feeling your heat and desire at the source. He moans, pulling back slowly as you dribble down his chin. He licks his chops, smirking to himself.

“So that’s your flavor.” He lifts up. “It’s very pretty.”

You giggle, as he nibbles your neck. “It felt good.” You take his hand and place it back between your legs. “All of you feels so good.”

He rasps in your ear, moaning and groaning as he touches you. Thick fingers slip inside and a low, sharp growl escapes his lips.

“I want you,” you cry to him.

“What about...slow?” He looks desperately into your eyes.

You lick your lips. “Then fuck me slow.”

He stopped breathing for a second, his eyes wide and teeth exposed. “Okay.” He laid you in the water, kissing you hungrily, biting your shoulders and neck. He then rose up, moving your hand down his chest to touch, to feel. His long torso was smooth until you noticed a small opening. Your fingers dipped inside, finding it sticky and cool. His moans became deeper, more desperate. He buried his face into your neck. You felt something else inside, two bumps that came towards your touch. The more you felt him there, the bigger the bumps became, slowly easing out with your fingers. They slipped along your belly, cool and slick.

“Oh wow, Dorian,” you say in alarm.

“Will it work?” He asks.

You stroke both shafts, feel their slickness and deep curve. “One would have been enough,” you giggle.

He smiles at you, kissing you as his body sinks upon you. He holds you tightly, his body moving, your body responding. He takes his time, slowly working one of the shafts inside you. He loses his breath, trembling as he makes his hips move. You cling to him, holding on tightly as the water sloshes from the tub. You take your time savoring him, making sure there’s no rush to that night. You lay him back, riding him, giving each shaft a chance inside you. He’ll have to return to the ocean soon, you know this, but you just want him there for as long as possible. His body is yours, and your body is his. That night, it didn’t matter what else existed, just the two of you knotted together.

You lay on him in the tub, bite marks covering your shoulders. You smile in content, having stated a craving that would probably return in a short while. Dorian is laying limp, his tail dangling over the side of the tub barely moved.

“I don’t want to go,” he breathes. “But I can feel myself drying out as we speak.”

You rise from his chest, pushing your hair from your face. “Best we get you home then.”

“No, no,” he whines, “this is my home now. I’ve made love to my girl. I don’t ever want to go back. Let us turn to sea foam for all I care.”

You kiss him lovingly. “I’d rather not be that dramatic.”

He smiles at you, eyes bright and shiny. “Slow from here on.”

You both chuckle and you help him get from the tub to the front door. As he gets onto the beach he breathes in deeply. “That was the best time we never watched Clue.”

“It really was,” you gaze at him excited to see him again but not wanting to part so soon. “Maybe we can watch it tomorrow.”

“Maybe.” He comes back to you, stealing another kiss before he went back into the ocean. You sigh dreamily, wobbling back inside where you collapse on the sofa. Extremely happy, and eager for the next day.