The Pearled Seas - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes

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For years he had heard tales of the two fins who swan on the surface. They were... Odd. At least that was what he heard. But they still fascinated him. How did they swim? What did they eat? How did they live?

That was how he found himself on the surface, watching... He wasn't sure what it was. It was large and wooden? There were lights and white things. He curled up a bit further on the rock he had perched himself on. He was always worried the brilliant blue of his scales would make the two finners see him. But they only seemed to see what they wanted.

He gasped when the weather started to change, quickly, violently. The wooden... thing... was in shallow water, it wouldn't survive. Especially if it slammed against the rocks. He swallowed and then dove into the water, even as the waves started to grow violent, battering the wooden thing about.

He heard the wood breaking and two finners and things falling into the water.

That's when he saw him. He felt an odd pull towards the two finner. As if it was right.

There was an old tale at home, of soulmates. He had scoffed at it. Ridiculous. But, the pull he was feeling...

He swam towards the two finner, reaching out to grab the man as he was sinking deep into the water.

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John worried at his lip as he looked up at Sherlock. His blue eyes were wide and almost innocent.

He moved up a bit more and then took the tip, it looked like a vegetable, into his mouth. He slowly began to suck on it, licking at the liquid leaking from the tip.

He liked the taste, and the way it felt in his mouth.

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"Fuck... John.. you... c-c-c..." Sherlock closed his eyes and put his hand in John's hair. It was surprisingly soft for being constantly in seawater.

"John..." He gently tried to pull away just the slightest bit. "If.. you keep doing this, I'm going to have an orgasm. A lot more liquid will come out of me and I will move around a lot and make loud noises." He had no idea if John had any idea what he was talking about, but he wanted to warn him.

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That didn't stop him though. He slowly moved his head up and down as he sucked, tasting and feeling. Oh this was nice. Lovely. He groaned, closing his eyes.

Yes.

John was surprised he was doing this, especially with the two finner, but it was okay. He waned it. Unlike anyone else. He wanted it all with this... Sherlock. With Sherlock.

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Sherlock's fingers tightened in John's hair, and he tugged tighter.

"J-john... p-p-lease... I.. d-d-ont want... Nnnnn.." He started to rock into John's mouth.

"I... I'm gonna.. p-p-lease.. you.. d-d-ont have to..." He was trying to hold back, but he was falling further and further down towards pleasure.

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He didn't stop. Hearing how Sherlock was coming apart made him proud. John made a noise of pleasure and continued sucking and bobbing his head.

Those fingers in his hair were wonderful. So slender.

He looked up at the two finner, his blue eyes wide and innocent.

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"Ahh... J-j-... " Sherlock bucked and tugged, falling further and further down into his pleasure.

"Johhhhhhnnn!!!!!!!" He threw his head back and pushed up against John's mouth . His whole body stiffened, and he came deep inside of John's mouth, hot and thick and salty.

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He swallowed him all down and then pulled back, licking his lips.

"I liked that." He admitted to Sherlock.

John moved back to dunk himself in the water again before coming up once more. He swam closer to the shore and smiled at Sherlock. His own penis was hard.

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Sherlock knew that he should feel hot shame- this was the first sexual experience he had ever had. John had only had to suck on him for a few moments before he went off like a rocket, like a horny teenager.

He was barely in his twenties, so it wasn't really terrible inaccurate.

But.. somehow.. he didn't.

When the last of the orgasm faded and he started to com back to himself, he felt John pull away and surprised himself with a disappointed noise.

"L-look, John, I apologize. I.." He was stopped in his tracks when John told him that he had liked it.

He watched the fishman swim out, and then come back, but not quite as close to shore as he had been before, so more of him was still in the water. Without even thinking about it, Sherlock waded out until the ocean was up to his knees, and he could see John, alert.

And erect.

"I..." He reached out a hand, but pulled back. He had no idea what to do. He had no experience, and more so when it came to a penis that looked like that.

"Do you... " He blushed a little bit, reaching out and almost touching it, but then pulling away again. "Do you.. have.. sex.. or pleasure yourself when you are lonely?" He asked, watching the hard, slick length bobbing out of the water, flushed deep pink against his blue scales.

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He watched Sherlock, his eyes wide. He thought for a moment that the two finner might run. But he didn't, and it caused John to smile. He moved a bit closer to the human.

"I do." He admitted, his face flushing just a bit, "Do... Do you want to touch?" he hoped that Sherlock would.

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He wasn't sure which on John was saying that he did, or maybe it was both. He wondered if this fishman had a family somewhere.. did they even have wives? maybe they just did their thing and left. There was so much that Sherlock didn't know.

Thinking about that gave Sherlock pause. He wanted to explore every bit of JOhn, feel those scales, see how his skin moved from soft human like skin to fish like scales, feel his fin and see it it was delicate like a goldfish or strong like a dolphin.

And yes, he did want to feel John's length, was it soft? Was it muscular? Was it scaly? Was it slick?

"Do... you... is there anyone in your life... a... female.. or a... male.." Having relations with a man was more than frowned upon. It could get a person killed. He'd always known that he liked looking at men more than women, but he had never, ever acted on it..

Until now.

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He shook his head. "No one." John answered shyly, "Been alone for a time."

And he had. Travelling from area to area, seeing new areas, meeting new people. But never settling down. he had taken temporary lovers, but nothing special. Nothing meaningful. And now part of him was scared it was for a two finner. Could it work? He swallowed.

"I can move if you like?" He offered. Lay out on the warm sand, feel the sun on him, those long fingers on his skin.

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"Me either." He admitted with a bit of a blush. "Never had.. umm.. anyone." He looked away, it was hard to admit that what had just happened was his first time with anyone, male or female.

"It's.. okay. I'd rather you be comfortable in the water. It isn't too deep." It was barely at his knees, and there were no waves, so he could stand comfortably.

Sherlock;s hand was shaking slightly, he touches John's skin first, the flat muscled plains of his belly. Because he swam, he was well toned, thin, a swimmer's build, with slight muscles in the arms and a toned, totally hairless stomach.

"Oh." He said softly, surprised that it was just like his own, smooth and warm and a bit soft.

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John gasped when he felt the touches. Sherlock's fingers were rough, but the touch was gentle. He felt himself tense for a moment before relaxing. He smiled shyly at Sherlock.

He shifted closer, so their bodies were practically touching. John buried his face in Sherlock's neck, taking a deep breath. Oh yes.

Yes.

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There was so little fat on John's body, he was so toned because of what he was. He could feel John tense under him, and then relax after the first touch.

"Nnnng." Sherlock made a soft noise when John nuzzled at his neck. He wondered if that was how the fishpeople greeted each other? But he was too engrossed in the moment to ask.

Sherlock stayed on John's belly for a bit, trying to become less anxious and awkward. Eventually his fingers moved down to where his hip would be, where skin turned to scale. He gasped, it was nothing he had ever felt before, the transition from skin to scale was flawless, easy, perfect.

And then, the scales, beautiful and shimmering dark blue like the deepest parts of the ocean. They were like fish scales but scaled up to human size, so it was quite rough against the scales, but almost smooth with them, they fit together so perfectly.

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John nipped at his neck. He wasn't sure why he did. It just felt right. Being in this two finner's arms felt right. How was this fair?

He pulled back slightly and looked at Sherlock. He turned them in the water and tugged him closer to the shore. He wanted... He wasn't sure what he wanted, other than Sherlock.

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"Mmmf..." The nip of the slightly sharpened teeth was a weird mix of pleasure and pain, and he loved. it.

When John drew back, Sherlock pulled his hand away. He thought that he'd done something wrong. "John?" He asked, confused.

But then he was met by John taking his hand and leading him back into the shallows, where the water was only up to his ankle, and John was only partially covered in water.

"John.. we have to be careful. I don't want you to dry out or sunburn, or whatever your people do when you are out of the water."He ran his hand up and down John's side, skin to scales and back. He was genuinely concerned, and he hadn't known the fishman for even 24 hours yet.

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He looked at him and laid back on the sand, stretching out and feeling the warmth. "I go back in every hour?" He knew how long he could stand sunning himself before slipping back into the water to stay healthy.

The blonde propped himself up on his elbows, watching Sherlock. Even through this all, his own penis was hard, and leaking a little. It seemed that was similar enough to humans.

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"Okay..." Sherlock said. It was obvious that he knew how to be safe. He wouldn't have survived this long if he didn't.

Despite everything, and the fact that it had only been about 15 minutes since John had given him a wonderful blow job, he could feel himself start to fill, just a little bit, as he stared at John's most unusual penis.

"When.. you.. pleasure yourself, what do you do? Can.. you.. show me?" Sherlock was nervous,and hoping that maybe that would help relieve his tension. He wanted to touch it, but he was still scared.

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He let out a breath and nodded. He wrapped a hand around himself and began to stroke. It was slow at first, but slowly he started to speed up. He tightened and loosened his hand, enjoying the sensation.

John's eyes were closed as he stroked himself, his hips shifting and moving slightly with his hand. He brought his other hand up to tease and pinch his nipples.

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"John." It was the tiniest of whispers. Sherlock went down to his knees in the sand, his legs pressing against John's flank.

He reached out an unsteady hand and finally, finally touched John. It was very slick and smooth, like polished marble. It was warmer than John's body, and quite muscular, he could feel the twitching under his hand while John continued to stroke around where his fingers touched.

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He opened his eyes and watched Sherlock, taking deep breaths. "Is this wrong?" He asked softly.

John wanted this. So bad. It made his heart hurt and it confused him. Why would Poseidon have him fall for a two finner? They would be forced to be apart.

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"I... I don't know." He said honestly. He stopped moving his hand, but he kept it on John, feeling it pulse with his heartbeat. He really didn't know. Many people said that it was, to love another man.

And of course to love someone of another species, well, that just simply wasn't done at all.

Then why did he want this? Why did it feel good? Why had he enjoyed being fellated by John, and now touching him, even though it was obvious that they were so different.

Oh so gently, he ran the pad of his finger up and down John's length, all the way, base to tip. It was like nothing he had ever touched, marble and silk at the same time.

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He was trembling as he felt Sherlock touch, explore. If this was wrong... He didn't care. He didn't want to be right. He wanted this with Sherlock. Oh Poseidon...

"Will you touch me?" he asked, leaving his hand near the base. He wanted it, all of it. It terrified him how much he wanted it, how quickly his heart seemed to be hurtling towards this two finner.

But, it also soared at the mere idea of being around him.

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"Yes." It was small and tentative and a little fearful. This was new for both of them- big and scary and new and wonderful. Of course he knew what John mean by 'touch'- not these small, light touches but what he had been doing to himself just a moment before.

Just the thought was making him hard again.

The base of John's cock was wide enough that he couldn't wrap his fingers all the way around it, but it thinned quickly, swooping up into a gentle curve that ended in a small, pointed tip.

Nervously, Sherlock took as much of the base as he could and held what he hoped wasn't too tight. Slowly, exploring with each movement, he slid his hand up John's length. It was so muscular, it felt almost prehensile in how strong it was. But it wasn't rough at all. It was a smooth as gliding across the sea, and he found himself at the tip faster than he thought he would have.

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John groaned, he couldn't stop it. That calloused hand felt wonderful. The differences in textures. The counterpoint. He shivered and moaned.

"Sherlock..." he gasped. His accent had slipped back to what it was not even twenty four hours ago.

His heart was pounding in his chest and he just wanted. He wanted it all. He wanted to roll over and present to the man. But this touch was lovely, wonderful.