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Just Mermaid is fine.

[He reaches up to scratch the back of his neck. His body is still tingling with anxious heat, but uncertainty is enough to hold him in place.]

And you're Derek. [And now he smiles, tilting his head a little.] You don't smile in person, either. [Not compliments, not complaints. Just observations.]

[ derek rolls his eyes. ]

I know what I'm like.

[ he's not interested in the mermaid narrating his first impressions — and he's also not sure that calling him Mermaid isn't uncomfortable in the same way he'd be if someone called him Werewolf. derek runs through possible pet names — baby, sweetheart, darling — and promptly discards them. ]

Stop talking and come here.

[ he's not actually sure where he's going with this. they should really talk more about what they want, but he finds that a lot harder in person. it was all easier when the stranger was a girl and they both knew what they were doing. that had been natural. this? is awkward. ]

[Shrieky's shoulders tense for a moment, as though he's about to argue or resist, before he decides against it. He does, however, adopt an expression of haughty indifference as he approaches Derek, as if to make it clear that he has only stopped talking because he chose to do so, and certainly not because Derek told him too.]

[ derek's nostrils flare, jaw shifting as he waits until the mermaid is within arm's reach. it's hard to tell if he's going to fight or fuck, but then he puts a hand on shrieky's hip, slides it up to the curve of his waist. ]

Do you want me to kiss you?

[ even though he's not sure questions starting with "do you want" are going to get them anywhere, even though he's tense with the memory of being on the other end of it, a wicked smile and tender fingers and his own inexperienced desperation— ]

[ derek swallows hard, refusing the comparison, and hopes he sounds waspish instead of hopeless. ]

Do you even know what you're asking me to do?

[The hand on his waist is warm and strong. Solid and sure and wonderful against his own body's flustering frustration, and he finds himself leaning into the contact without even thinking. Derek's body is firm, like there's stone beneath the flesh, and Shrieky doesn't want to pull away. He doesn't want to notice the strain of unhappiness in the other man's voice. Doesn't want to notice the convulsion of Derek's throat, even though he's too close to ignore it.

He doesn't want there to be a reason for this to stop.]

I know what a kiss is.

[Shrieky insists, sullenly, although he doesn't think that's what Derek means when he asks.

After a moment of consideration, he leans forward, so that the full length of his body is pressed against the other man's. So that he can rest his cheek on Derek's chest, and consider the possibility that he shouldn't get what he wants in this situation.]

Do you know how many people did things for me, before I came here?

[He doesn't wait for a reply. His body is burning with a desire that he can't articulate, and being pressed against Derek both inflames and satiates it. If he waits too long to finish, he might not.]

Just one. Only one person in the whole of my life. So you should know I'm grateful to you for offering, even if you can't.

[ derek looks a little surprised by that. he takes a deep, sucking breath — which is a terrible idea, because this close, all he can smell is sex. underneath, there's a hint of something that's near enough to fresh fish that he thinks he may be able to add mermaid to his personal catalogue of scents, and it's interestingly layered enough that he wants more of it, the way dogs dig through garbage cans. ]

I'm going to.

[ his reasons are complicated and mostly awful — he's no good at saying no to desperation without good reason, he has his own kick of truth-serum induced aphrodisiacs thrumming through him, and something in derek still clutches at anything to succor his own loneliness, no matter how guilty it makes him feel. ]

[ he knows he should probably say something else, but instead he goes for a careful kiss and simultaneously plants his hand firmly over the mermaid's groin. the faster they get this done, the better. ]

[Shrieky doesn't have time to fumble through his first kiss, before the hand on his crotch removes any self restraint that anxiety might have offered. He grinds forward into Derek's touch, pressing urgently into his palm.

There's nothing hesitant or fumbling about the way he returns the kiss. It may be artless and sloppy, but behind it there's nothing but hunger. Not just for sex. Not just for the release from the arousal that's grown in him over the last days, but just for the gift of contact. For the warmth of someone's lips against his, and the hand on the curve of his spine. It's as if after a life of starvation he's been invited to a feast.

And he's greedy. He knows he is.

Against Derek's chest, Shrieky's heart is beating fast as a hummingbird's wings when he finally slips free of the kiss. Derek might have been controlled about it, but Shrieky wasn't at all, and his lips and chin are wet where his mouth slid out of place against Derek's skin.

For once, he can't think of anything to say.]

[ derek watches him, seemingly expressionless. he's really never done this before — and it's like when scott became a werewolf, and what he needed was so far outside derek's understanding that he didn't know how to help. he thinks about how he would have wanted his first time to go, and he knows the answer is straight up not like this, which gets him nowhere. ]

Okay.

[ derek's tone is careful, precise, like he's drawing up a verbal contract. ]

Here's what's going to happen. We're going to go up those stairs, and get into my bed. You can take some or all of your clothes off. Then I'm going to touch you until you — feel better.

[ he slides his hand up the mermaid's stomach, rumpling his shirt. ]

If you don't like something, tell me and I'll stop.

[The hand on his stomach seems to summon a small swarm of butterflies to it, and for a moment, Shreiky fears that all he'll be able to do is nod dumbly. Instead, he tilts back his head to study Derek, expression both inquisitive and slightly glazed.]

Will you take any of your clothes off, or only me?

[He lifts a hand to wipe his mouth and chin dry, tilting his hips a little further to chase contact with Derek's hand against his abdomen.]

I can take my clothes off.

[ derek isn't exactly body shy — it's why he thought he could handle being this for people, because he doesn't really care what happens to his body, who gets to look at it, touch it. ]

[ he doesn't let his hand drift down again, draws back instead. ]

Or you can take my clothes off for me. Come on.

[ the ivy terrace apartments are small, and they're not far from his bedroom. derek leads the way, slowly coaxing. ]

[Shrieky doesn't require much coaxing. He pads after Derek without hesitation, slowing a little on the stairs (because stairs are terribly tricky still), but otherwise he is dilligent in his pursuit.

At the top of the stairs he makes a grab for Derek's hand. Partly because wow, okay, for someone who spent most of his life a few feet below ground level, being upstairs is quite worrying, and partly because he just wants to hold Derek's hand.]

[ derek lets him take it, turns around still holding it and takes a step backwards to the bed. this still isn't like any sex he's had before. ]

Don't be scared.

[ though he's assuming the hint of worry is about what they're going to do and not something as basic as — being in a slightly higher part of the apartment. ]

You liked kissing. We can do more of that.

[Shrieky matches Derek's pace as they approach the bed, before quickening a little to overtake him, and give his purloined hand an encouraging tug.]

I'm not scared of you.

[He would have liked to claim not to be scared at all, of anything, ever, but the truth serum is still running thick in his veins. Instead, he opts for a display of confidence, and courageously drops Derek's hand to set about unbuttoning his shirt.

In recent years, he hasn't spent much time near the surface of the moat, preferring to skulk in the silt and be left alone most of the time. The toll this lack of sun has taken on his complexion is obvious, leaving his skin pale and veined.

He sheds his shirt onto the bed behind him, before glancing back towards Derek, expectantly.]

Maybe you should be.

[ is derek's absent response, looking him over. it takes him a moment to realize that expectant look is because he expects derek to do the same, and derek obliges, pulling his own shirt off, folding it neatly and tossing it over the edge of an open drawer. he's comfortable in his body, not remotely abashed by nudity, and after a moment his jeans, which are his last item of clothing, follow suit. he's pretty pale himself, but flushed dark between the legs, even if he's not quite hard yet. ]

[ and then he basically... pounces the mermaid onto the bed, because he doesn't feel like going through the awkward motions of who touches who first and in what way. ]

[Derek's body is fascinating to Shrieky. Even with his own full compliment of legs, Shrieky's own body is still most unlike his. He reaches out to ghost his fingers over Derek's stomach a mere split second before Derek lunges forward.

He gives a sharp yelp of objection when Derek's weight hits him, and for a very brief moment, he thinks perhaps Derek is planning on showing him why he should maybe be afraid. Then his back presses into the mattress, and Derek is warm and heavy above him, and the yelp dissolves into a nervous, but happy little laugh. His hands find Derek's shoulders, and Shrieky drags them down over the plane of his chest, feeling out the shape of his musculature, and scraping lightly over Derek's nipples.

It's strange to him, still, how the ache of arousal can all at once feel both exasperated and relieved by the sudden contact.]

[ derek straddles the mermaid's lap and allows the exploration of his torso, leaning into his touch, head hanging low between his shoulders. after a moment, he dips down further and kisses the other man again, just gently. ]

You can do whatever you want.

[ he says, dangerously permissive, but he isn't as sure here as he would be with a girl, doesn't really know what makes someone else feel good, even if he knows what he likes just fine. ]

[Shrieky curls an arm around the back of Derek's neck, holding him close. Despite Derek's generous offer, he doesn't really have a very concrete plan, regarding what he wants to do.

Guided by twin dowsing rods of lust and instinct, he shifts up, inhabiting as much space against Derek's body as he can. He's still dressed in loose black trousers from the waist down, now trapping the angry swell of his erection, but this doesn't prevent Shrieky from doing his level best to rub it hard against Derek's body.

His lips part slightly as he leans into the curl of Derek's neck, touching hot and wet against the skin exposed.]

You feel so warm.

[He observes, and there's a soft, dreamy quality to it. Yes, he's turned on as fuck, and essentially dry humping Derek's leg, but he doesn't have anything that feels like the right language to tell Derek that he's good at being naked. The best he can do is try and describe how unlike being alone this is.]

[ there's something deeply endearing about the mermaid's inexperience. maybe it's how much he's enjoying it. at first derek doesn't stop him just — rubbing, because he doesn't really want to guide him, doesn't want to edge towards anything that makes him feel like he's taking advantage somehow. but after a little while he puts a firm hand to his hip and presses it down into the mattress, pinning it easily. ]

[ he thinks about offering his mouth, but then he imagines that healthy rabbitting while he's trying to give a blowjob and thinks better of it. instead his thigh puts slow, firm, rolling pressure where shrieky is straining against his trousers. ]

Have you touched yourself here?

[ since the idea is strange to him, that up until recently shrieky didn't have legs, let alone anything between them. ]

[Shrieky's breath comes in gasps, hips trembling where Derek has them pinned. It's probably for the best that he's being held down, because the slow press of Derek's thigh grinding down against his cock would otherwise have pushed him across into outright indignity.]

Nnn-- No. I mean, I've touched it, but not...

[Not when he was feeling like this. He obviously gave himself a brief investigation when he first got it, but he hadn't anticipated it feeling like this.]

Mm.

[ it's a non-committal noise, especially deceiving given the way that no bolts through derek. he isn't big on talking — actually, if they could do this in total silence, that would be great — but he understands that he may need to provide a little verbal direction, a little forewarning. ]

I'm going to take your pants off.

[ which means he's going to stop grinding so his own legs don't get in the way. it's still more awkward than he'd like, an unnecessary moment when they're not touching. derek has to keep focus, not let his own thoughts pull him out of this. ]

Then I'm going to stroke your dick in my fist until you come. That's what's going to make you feel better.

[ sexy sex talker derek hale. ]

Okay.

[Shrieky's voice is blissful, happy and willing and sort of inattentive. Pants off, stroke dick, fist, words words words, whatever. Derek clearly knows what he's doing, and right now, Derek is at the very top of Shrieky's list of favorite people. He could say that punching Shrieky in the gut would make him feel better, and right now Shrieky would placidly go along with it.

Or, at least, he would intend to placidly go along with it.

When Derek lifts off him to get Shrieky's pants off, Shrieky responds by following him. He pushes his hips up off the bed, chasing the lost contact between them.]

Hey.

[ derek pushes his hips back down, a little terse. ]

Stay there.

[ he puts a strong, heavy hand over shrieky's stomach as he unbuttons his fly one-handed. ]

[Shrieky makes a low sound of disapproval at being pushed down. Patience isn't his strong suit, and outside of the warm weight of Derek's hand on his stomach, the space between them is agonizing in it's emptiness.]

I don't understand why humans even wear these things, they're awful and I hate them.

[It's a breathy, wantful impression of his usual sourness, and it's also clearly a lie. He knows what pants are for, he just resents them right at this moment.]

Hips up.

[ derek instructs, and drags his trousers down. possibly a seam or two busts, but he manages not to actively tear them. and then he rests his weight back along shrieky's body, shifting to straddle one thigh. ]

Just—

[ having a mass of squirming mermaid who has no idea what he's doing is surprisingly frustrating, and derek continues to manhandle him a little bit. ]

Stay still.

[No, Shrieky will not stay still. When Derek settles down on his thigh, Shrieky instantly squirms up to rub against Derek's cock.]

I am staying still!

[He is most definitely not staying still. He's still fidgety and needy and trying to get himself lodged comfortably into the nooks and crannies of Derek's body again.]

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i dropped but imma continue this anyway.

secret facts: i have only not dropped because i wanted to keep rping with you!

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