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Exhaustion. It was the only word you could use to describe your current state. You were beginning to lose track of how many times you had come back here after dying. After hours of exploring the blacksite with pounds of gear on your back, bending down to reach low drawers and shelves, running out of the way of anglers and whatever else the building had to throw at you, you were mentally begging to go back to a bed and shower.

You were willing to sacrifice anything if it meant you could shower or bathe somewhere in the Blacksite. You worked yourself to the bone this round particularly, collecting as much research as you could. You had learned your lesson from previous rounds where you didn’t pick anything up thinking it was a waste of time. This time was different. The amount you had collected had reached about… 2000? You were beginning to think you had bled the place dry of every file it had to offer. It got heavier and more difficult to keep track of as more and more piled up.

You sat next to a locker and closed your eyes, fantasizing about being freed from your sentence and from the blacksite and returning to your home and taking a nice, warm bath. You nearly began dreaming about taking off all of your bulky gear and stepping into bed with clean wet hair and a freshly washed body and getting a real 8 hours of sleep, but you were soon disturbed by the ambiance of an angler from several rooms back.

Flopping your head in your hands, you were lost on what to do next. You were in no shape to continue to the next rooms before you got some rest. You looked through the open door leading to the next room. Door 50.

Standing up from where you sat, you decide to inch closer to the door. Just as you expected the grate flies off of its hinges across the room and a voice speaks from the other side of the opening. “Over here..!” Sebastian spoke.

Hearing the familiar voice, you make your way over to the opening and begin crawling through. You had reached Sebastian in your previous attempts, so you two were familiar with each other. You had always envied him slightly, knowing he has access to what’s probably the safest room in the entire Blacksite. The only thing that can get in his room are wall dwellers and those are rare enough. Sometimes you almost felt yourself getting comfortable in there.

Crawling in through the vent, your eyes met and he immediately sprung into his salesman persona.

“Hey stranger.” He says with a smirk.

“…Sebastian.” You reply.

“What, not even a greeting?” You roll your eyes and ignore him. “How rude. I assume I don’t have to explain to you how this is going to go. I have some useful items today, so be sure to stock up.”

“I know the drill. No need for the speech.”

His face relaxes slightly, knowing he didn’t have to put up any kind of act around you. The annoyance you two held for each other was mutual. You were bothered by his arrogance and he treated you as he treated all his customers… with little regard.

You step further inside to get a better look at the items on his tail, slowing for a moment. The scales on his tail look shiny and well cared for, despite his circumstances. Your eyes lock onto it, noticing the lack of grime.

Before you know it, a large four fingered hand is being waved in your face. You look up at him once again. This time with surprise rather than annoyance in your eyes.

“…I hate to break it to you but I’m not for sale. Either buy something or get out.”

His rudeness incites an anger in you. Doesn’t he realize you’re working just as hard, if not harder than he does? Your eyes meet his again. You ignore his displeased expression in favor of overlooking his features. The hand he waved in your face lacks dirt under the nails, the skin on his upper body is clear, his teeth appear white, and his hair is… not nauseating. You suppose you could only get so clean with the lack of soap down here. If anyone were to shower, clean water would have to do.

“Did you forget how to speak or something? What is it with you expendables? Did you die with your eyes open?”

You blink at him, realizing you were silently studying him. “Enough with the questions. You said get out or buy something so I’m looking for something to buy.”

“Yeah sure. Looking for something to buy on my face? Try harder than that. Creep.”

Some nerve he has. You open your mouth to say something, but just sigh in exhaustion. You can’t help but wonder. Isn’t he literally part fish? Why isn’t he in the same nasty condition the other creatures down here are? How is it possible he actually has hygiene? Thoughts race through your mind quickly weighing your options. You could buy something and leave, or you could inquire about what’s on your mind…

You feel two large hands hit your shoulders and begin pushing you.

“Get out of here if you have no research to give me. This isn’t some kind of think tank. You can’t just come in here to get lost in thought whenever you feel like it.” You’re face to face with the wall that the vent entrance is on.

His rudeness fills you with turmoil and anger. You feel a sudden confidence to ask the embarrassing question you had been pondering the entire time you were in his shop. You pivot on your feet to face him and just spit it out before you can think.

“…Do you take showers?”

His gaze on you contorts before his slow breathing becomes a laugh.

“Seriously? Is that the burning question you had on your mind this whole time? That was why you were lost in thought?” That was the first time you had ever heard him have a real, genuine laugh before. Was it that funny to him? You open your mouth to defend your question when he speaks again.

“None of your business. Now get out.”

He crosses his arms and lets his third one hang. His usual scowl returns. The random burst of confidence becomes adrenaline as you rush to pull out your bag. You begin to toss out files and other valuable research until there’s a sizeable pile on the ground. Neatening them up, you present them to him with a gesture.

He looks at you skeptically. “What are you playing at here?”

He moves closer to the pile for a moment, as if to inspect if it’s real. You separate him from it by placing your body in between them. His expression sours.

“…What is all this for? Not many expendables come in here to stare at me and throw their money on the floor.” He asks suspiciously. He’s clearly confused by the situation, you can’t imagine anyone has ever hinted at wanting him to hook them up with a bath or shower down here. Why would there even be one? You suppose it’s worth the shot asking. You begin to explain yourself.

“Listen. You’ve been down here longer than me so it’s not like you don’t understand what I’m getting at. Everything down here stinks like fish and salt water. I hate not being able to clean myself. I know this place is hell on earth either way, but it would be a little better if I could take a shower, at least once. So help me out and answer my question.”

His posture changes and he settles back into his usual arrogant demeanor. He’s realized he’s in charge of this conversation.

He jeers down at you from above and bends down to meet your height. At this angle, your size difference is more noticeable than ever.

“Let me get this straight. You’re offering me this research for the opportunity to… shower with me?” He smirks at you and laughs barely audibly.

Your face flushes at his comment in embarrassment and pure confusion.

“What?! No!! Obviously not. Just to have a turn in it. To clean myself. Not to… do anything like that, weirdo.” You try to match his intensity and give him a serious look, but he can tell you’re flustered by the thought. You silently cringe at your own attempt at trying to seem like what you’re asking isn’t ridiculous. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, awaiting his next smug insult. There’s no way to win with this guy.

“You’ll need more research than that first, friend.” He backs away from you and collects himself.

…Seriously? He’s really serious? You try to hide how your eyes light up at the fact it’s not a no. You feel giddy at the thought of finally being able to clean your body after so long.

“How much?” You say before he can get another word in.

“Eager, are we?” He snickers. “…You’ll need to at least double what you threw on my floor here. Leave and come back after you’ve done that, then we’ll talk.”

You can tell he’s looking down on you. He’s challenging you. By the way he said it, you can tell he expects that you won’t be able to double the amount of research you have. You weren’t exactly early to the blacksite, so research wasn’t as plentiful as it once was. You take a deep breath and fix your eyes on his face. He’s still smirking.

“I’ll double it. Deal. But how can I be sure you’ll uphold your end of the deal?”

Sebastian rolls his eyes. “If I wanted to rob you, I’d just do it now. Don’t act tough. Now scram if you want to impress me. You have a deal to hold up, no?” He fires at you. He’s so negative. He talks like you’re doing this for his sake and not your own.

Your face contorts at his tone and you don’t bother saying anything else. Once you recollect all of your money, you take off. This time with a newfound determination. You feel yourself genuinely smiling for the first time in what could be months at the prospect of having such a wonderful taste of home, a shower.

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You were met with the same exhaustion you had the last time you approached Sebastian’s shop. You hadn’t kept track of how much time you had spent scrounging up research, but you remembered he didn’t give you an exact count of how much you needed aside from “double it”.

His words repeated in your head over and over. It really sounded like he was the one trying to bring… closeness into the equation. Had you implied wanting to… be naked around him with what you said? What led him to keep leading the conversation back to it? All you expressed was wanting to have a taste of hygiene. Not anything about showering together… you think.

The second thoughts started setting in as you entered through the vent. Was he really about to do this for you? Why had you suddenly decided to do this daunting task of collecting all this research for this guy that has never done anything for you in return? You shook your head and swallowed your thoughts as you went headfirst into his shop with your research on your back.

Sebastian looks down at you from his typical position in his shop. He spots your head first.

“Back so soon?” He taunts. This time you don’t respond verbally, you want his full authentic reaction. The fins on his head twitch and he tilts his head in curiosity once he sees the size of the bag you turn around and present proudly to him. Opening the top flap, you expose its contents. Research of all mediums sprawled about across its interior.

“What, surprised? I said I’d take you up on your challenge, and I always keep my word.” This time you don’t separate him from the research you amassed. You give him your bag when he picks it off of you and watch as he sifts through it.

“I’ll admit. I’m impressed. How the hell were you even walking around with all this on you?” He says as he begins to remove the contents of the bag and stack it elsewhere. He looks the same as he does every day, as put together as you can get down here compared to the disheveled expendables.

“I’m more resilient than you give me credit for. Now… your end of the deal. Help me out.” You say, putting a slight distance between the two of you.

He stops fiddling with the research you presented him with in favor of meeting your eyes. “Very well then. I’m a man of my word as well.” He moves closer to the floor, to a position where he stands just above you in height. He’s getting a closer look at you. You stand there awkwardly as he eyes you up and down. You assume he’s determining if you’re in a gross enough state to need a shower? Once he decides he’s satisfied he perks up again.

“What are you waiting for then? Strip.” You whip your head around to him.

“Excuse me?” You say while covering yourself like you’re not wearing a huge diving suit that covers everything anyway.

“I said to take the suit off. What, do they not send you guys down here with anything under there?” He leans in from above your head, as if to catch a glimpse of what’s visible from under your helmet. You back away, trying to replicate his usual scowl.

“Dont hang over me like that. You know what happens when I take the suit off anyway, right? My head’s gonna burst.” You walk up to him with faux confidence. His posture remains the same.

You hate admitting to yourself that you really do find him attractive. There wasn’t many people or creatures in their right mind down here which was attractive in itself. Mentally, you reconsidered his hypothetical about bathing with him. Would it really be so bad? There’s only so many ways to stay sane down here. Some intimacy might be nice. You flushed at the thought.

Sebastian turns to the side and gestures to the scrambler on his back. “You’ll be fine. Now do you want me to hold up this deal or not?”

You suppose it wouldn’t hurt to swallow your pride just this once. You start unscrewing your helmet and shedding the outer layer of your suit. Underneath it reveals the form fitting jumpsuit Urbanshade gives to all expendables to replace their prison uniforms. You reach for the zipper on the back of it…

“Quit trying to flash me. That’s enough.” He cringes at you slightly and you let go of the zipper. He lets his gaze linger on you for slightly longer than normal.

“Don’t ask me to strip and then get surprised when I start taking my clothes off. And you haven’t even explained to me what you even plan to do. What kind of showering quarters did they even have down here before this place went to shit? Did they have dorms for the scientists who worked here or something?”

“You ask too many questions when you get comfortable.” He sighs quietly and puts his fingers on his temples, massaging for a second. Before you can even react, he lunges towards you and picks you up by the scruff of your jumpsuit like you’re a kitten being dragged by its mother, and swipes you off the floor.

“Whoa- where are you—“ You start, you look around and realize you’d quickly been pulled into a section of the Blacksite you’ve never explored before through the access hole in his shop above where he typically stands. You had barely taken notice of it before, you always assumed it was just another part of the facility left to rot after the place was abandoned. You wonder if this part was inaccessible from anywhere but that opening in Sebastian’s shop?

It’s surprisingly put together compared to the rest of the facility. It’s possible it hasn’t been looted. He finally plops you down on the ground after traveling through a long hallway and entering through the final door. You were distracted looking around at the scenery in the hallway.

Your eyes finally settle on what looks like an impact crater in the ground. Likely from some kind of monster incident early on in the containment breach. It was full of clear, clean looking water. Above the impact, a pipe leaks a stream of clear water downward, making a mock faucet. The size is more comparable to a waterfall, being large enough for Sebastian to be partially submerged in. You suppose it’s not so strange that the pipes in the building carried enough water to keep a leak of this size going for this long.

Sebastian appears in front of your vision and takes you out of your train of thought. “You gonna go in? Or are you too busy marveling?” he taunts.

“Dont rush me, it’s been a while… let me savor this.” You smile to yourself, you honestly hadn’t expected this plan to work. The odds were in your favor you suppose. You exhale and stretch before reaching for the zipper on your outfit but stop suddenly. You hear the metallic clang of Sebastian’s belts begin hitting the floor as he takes them off. You flush immediately.

“Um. Some privacy please?” You turn and plead with him. He’s still standing in the corner of the room near the door. His neck is cocked in an awkward position, as if trying to look natural and avoid you winding up in his gaze without turning around completely. His hand remains resting on the clasp of one of his belts.

His eyes narrow, now fully looking at you. “Don’t push your luck with asking me things. You’re lucky enough I actually took you up on your offer to come up here.” He moves over to the side of the crater where the pipe dispensing the water is.

“The water is wide and deep enough for us to both go in and not even have to look at each other. Don’t make this weird, just ignore me.” He drops his jacket on to the ground and reaches for the hem of his shirt.

You turn around as fast as possible and rush to the other side of the water. “Fine, fine. Just don’t put that tail anywhere near me.”

“Suit yourself.” He says with his sarcastic undertone missing. You remember your first discussion about bathing with him. He was the one who brought the conversation to being in the same bath at the same time. Not you. Not like you would even consider that. Not like you’ve had it in the back of your mind the entire time you were searching for the rest of the research. Absolutely not.

You suck up your insecurities and think about what he told you. The pool of water is pretty big. As long as he minds himself he doesn’t really have to risk bumping into you accidentally, the same goes for you. You unzip your jumpsuit and let it fall to the floor. Shortly after, you descend into the water and face the wall.

The water is about room temperature and refreshing. You sink in slowly, savoring every moment. The comfort you feel nearly brings you to tears. You close your eyes and envision you’re back in your house taking a bath. The fact this wasn’t great compared to a real tub didn’t matter, you finally got the one thing you wanted other than escape.

You make do with the lack of shower head or soap. The feeling of the water is enough to relax you and at least give the illusion of the grime from your adventure fading away.

You dunk your head under the water and stay there for a moment. You let the water sprawl your hair out in all different directions before coming back up for air. You balance yourself on the side of the crater and prop yourself up on the side using your elbows. The sound of the water rushing from the burst pipe calmed you.

You looked down at your body and let go of the wall, beginning to rub the spots of dirt and grime off of you. But you were distracted by a foreign object just past your feet. Upon further inspection, you realized Sebastian’s tail was right under you.

You didn’t bother nagging him. This space is suddenly a lot smaller now that Sebastian is in it, which isn’t necessarily his fault. It must be hard being a 10 foot tall fish-human hybrid. You’re distracted from his tail quickly, going back to looking at your own body under the water. You wonder where the top of him is.

You wade in the water, awkwardly feeling around before each movement as to make sure not to bump into him. You begin making your way to the waterfall, using the sound to guide you. You backstroke to the spot where the sound tells you the water should be falling, but you’re interrupted when your back hits something. Something firm… and breathing.

You flinch away knowing you accidentally just fully backed into his chest. You’re too overwhelmed by embarrassment to speak, opting to just wade in the water a few feet away from him and question why you were perverted enough to not object when you got in the bath with him in the first place, looking for the courage to say anything.

You expect him to smack you or push you or something, anything. But instead you’re met with a hand on your shoulder.

“…Sorry for not looking where I was-“ You choke out before the hand he placed on your shoulder forcefully pulled you around to face him. His wet hair sticks to his face and he lets the water run on his back and shoulders. He slots his tail under you so you’re sitting on him and lifts you slightly so you don’t have to tread to stay afloat.

“Hey. I have another deal for you if you’re interested.” He’s only looking at your face to preserve your modesty, how considerate.

“If you don’t want to, just finish up in here and leave when you’re ready. But I think…” He hesitates and lets go of you for a moment.

“I think… I think the both of us would appreciate a little more… closeness, no?”

“As in?”

“As in exactly what you think, genius. You look pretty good when you’re not covered in filth.”

You finally tilt your head to look up at him. He’s not smirking or anything, patiently awaiting your answer. There’s something genuine in his eyes. Desperation? He must be pretty pent up, having been trapped down here for who knows how long.

You exhale and slide off of his tail in front of you, inching closer to his chest. Hesitantly, you reach a hand to his sternum and meet his eyes again.

“Yeah…I think I’d like that.” You move your hands to rest on the bottom of his ribcage. “What’s the catch?” You ask. His playful smile returns, but you remain straight faced.

He grabs your shoulders firmly this time and leans you up against the side of the crater. “The catch is we’re starting now if this means you’re down. This exact second.”

You slide your hands up his arms and rub small circles into them with your thumbs. “What’s the rush? We’ve both got forever down here. Do you like me that much or something? I’m flattered.” You smirk at him. You aren’t sure where the confidence to say this all of a sudden came from, it just feels nice to finally be able to win something against him, even for just a second.

He sighs what could be a sigh of relief, or maybe a sigh of annoyance? You can’t tell. Maybe he’s relieved to have finally met someone who will casually banter with him and not cower in fear or try to blind him with a flash beacon immediately upon talking to him. He’s definitely feeling impatient. Before you can react he pulls you fully out of the water by your waist and leans you against him so you’re chest to chest. You avert his gaze by looking at his collarbones.

He chuckles at you. “Where’d that confidence go, hm? It was just here a few seconds ago.” He gently takes your chin and leans in. “I’m not rushing anything. Let’s take it slow. Let’s start by-mmf-“ You cut him off with your mouth on his before he can finish his statement. It’s rigid at first and neither of you move. He knits a hand through your hair and rubs the back of your head gently. You ease into it, and press your tongue into his lips. He meets your tongue with his own for a moment before pulling away.

“And who’s the one rushing?” he asks with a smirk. His hand is still on the back of your head, with his other two supporting you from underneath. “Let’s try that again, shall we? Without interrupting me this time?” You only respond by nodding. He leans in and presses his mouth against yours, still smiling. He presses his forehead against yours and tries to seal your mouths back into the kiss, but you angle your head so your mouth is just out of reach.

“Hey, I have a deal for you actually.” You say, the intensity palpable. “You quit poking fun at me, and I’ll give you an easy time.”

“No promises.” He pushes his mouth into yours and kisses you once again. You open your mouth to accept his tongue. It’s long and warm, almost inhuman. He pushes it further until it’s almost in your throat. It’s blocking your air—

Out of either arousal, panic, or surprise, you bite down on it. He flinches away and pulls it out of your mouth, leaving you panting for a moment. His grip on your legs intensifies, poking you with his nails.

You wipe your mouth and smile at him. “That’ll teach you a lesson about patience, huh? Did it hurt?” He rolls his eyes at you.

“You just caught me off guard. That barely pinched me.” He lays you down on the side of the crater on the freezing cold ground so he can have more leverage over you. You hug yourself tightly to try and preserve some of your body warmth.

“What, getting shy now? Trying to cover up?” he pries, leaning over you and dripping water onto you that’s equally cold. The only warmth nearby is his heavy breathing from his face, inching closer to you.

“No, you asshole. This ground is freezing and I’m trying not to freeze to death here.”

He pauses for a moment and rubs his temples like a disappointed dad. He turns his back to you and reaches for the pile in which he dropped his clothes, grabbing his jacket. “The things I do for you…” He grabs you and hoists you over his shoulder.

“Wha- hey-“ You say as you’re met with the sight of his back while your legs dangle over the other side of his shoulder. “Put me down!!” You say sternly and try to push off of him, but he holds you in place.

“What were you just saying to me about patience? Give me a second.” He punctuates the sentence with a slap to your butt. "Ow."

He lays you down back on the floor, but this time something soft and warm is under you. You move around on it until you recognize the sensation. He had placed his jacket flat under you to give you something to lay on.

“Will you stop complaining now?” His words have bite to them, but his voice is low and gentle.

“…No promises.” you mimic him from earlier.

He grumbles and narrows his eyes at you for a moment, before he’s distracted by his own desires. He props himself over you again with two arms, placing his third on your hip. “Now then, where were we?”

You lean your neck slowly upwards to him, but he pushes you back down gently with his own head when your lips meet. The kiss is slow and soft. You’re surprised he’s capable of being this passive. You pull him closer by his shoulders and enjoy his warmth until you’re chest to chest with him on top of you. He gives you his tongue again, prying with little strength. You meet his with your own and stick yours further into his mouth. You glide them against each other and revel in the taste. Your teeth clack together by accident. He draws away at the sensation leaving about an inch between your faces. “Are you trying to make this difficult?” he pries into you.

“...Wasn’t on purpose.” You say to him. “You can’t help but let your mind wander around me, huh? What are you fantasizing about?” He leans in your ear and whispers. You whimper at the closeness of his breath and he moves so you two can make eye contact. He silently notes the way you react to his low whispers.

He seals your lips back together. You both settle into a pleasant rhythm and intertwine your mouths together, only pulling away for air. Sebastian releases your mouth from his own and begins to trail down your jaw and neck, marking his path with hickeys. You peep at the sensation and cover your mouth.

“Don’t. I like hearing you.” He rips your hands off of your mouth. He holds your hands in his, kissing your wrists before pinning them down. He kisses your cheeks as you try to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Don’t hold me down.” You try to push his hands off of your own to little avail.

“Don’t act out then.” He says matter of factly.

You stop resisting his hold for a moment and avoid his gaze, but his eyes don’t budge from your face. “What? Don’t take it to heart.” He pauses and studies your expression.

“Let go of me so I can… hold on to you.” you say in a whisper.

He hesitates for a moment at your sudden docile tone. He plants a kiss on your neck and draws his hands down your arms, tracing your body until he reaches your waist, one arm still pinning you. "Any day now..." you complain.

“Bossy.” He snaps at you. His tone is contradicted by his gentle touches. Surprisingly, he abides to your request and lets go of your hands. He instead uses them to lift your hips up to a position where his mouth is angled for easy access.

He sticks his tongue out and smiles. Only then do you realize the true scale of the thing. You prop yourself up on your elbows and close your legs.

“That's the size of the thing you were trying to stick down my throat?! Were you trying to kill me?” You yell at him. He backs away slightly with a grimace.

“You’ve eyed me up and down more times than I can count in my shop. I thought you’d have thought about the size difference beforehand.” He remarks sarcastically.

“Obviously I considered the size difference, you’re right in front of me! I just- it’s overwhelming up close…”

He chuckles at you and places a finger over your mouth and using another hand to stroke your side. His touches don't do much to soothe you, but they add to your arousal. 

“Listen. You’re the one who was making a big deal about patience, remember? I’ll go slowly. Don’t freak out.”

He brings you back into the position he had you before, where his mouth is aimed at your hole. You exhale and relax your body and sprawl back out over his coat. You spread your legs and he slots his torso between them.

“That's it.”

You tense at the way his sultry whispers hit your ears and your whole body heats up. Sebastian looks at you smugly for only a moment before circling in on your hole.

Despite the heat, you shiver when he sticks the tip of his tongue inside. He holds you in place with his upper two arms, his lower one resting on the floor next to you. His tongue is long and thin at the tip, becoming wider as he exposes your insides to more of him. He’s slow at first but wastes little time before speeding up and beginning to devour you.

The sensation of his tongue inside is overwhelming. You revel in the warm feeling of him dragging it against your walls. He moves one of his fingers right next to your clit, narrowly avoiding it. He continues with his tongue while caressing the skin around the sensitive spot. You grumble at the teasing and wrap your legs around his head, pulling his face into you.

“Greedy.” He grumbles lowly before pressing his tongue on your clit. You squeal at the contact and revel in the relief it brings to your pent up body. You feel the vibrations from how he chuckles at your reaction. You intertwine your hands in his hair, holding him impossibly close. He lets you move him around despite knowing he could easily overpower you.

You pant and whine at the sensations as the urge to cum gets stronger. He speeds up and leans in closely to the point his forehead is touching your lower stomach. You squeeze your eyes shut and tighten your grip on his hair. The heat keeps building in between your legs, approaching its peak. The only sensations you notice are his hair and skin against you, and the feeling of his tongue, you feel like you just could—

All of a sudden all of the sensations of his body against yours are cut short. Your hands loosen on his hair and you sit up. You’re met with his smug smile as your slick drips down his chin. He licks it off of himself.

“You taste better than I thought you would. Not bad.” You frown and try to look for anything to say to him, but are blindsided by the needy feeling in your clit. He lays his upper body down next to you on the floor. You face the ceiling and drape your arm over your eyes. You pant quickly, trying to recuperate from the loss of contact. 

"I should've known better than to trust a conman like you make me cum first round." You say, still attempting to catch your breath.

"Let this conman have his fun. After all, do you know how long its been since I've even laid eyes on a pussy?" He watches your face contort at his crude comment and tries to gage your full reaction, but with you covering your face he can't quite tell.

You turn on your side and look him in the eyes. “Aw, you’re almost cute like this. All flustered.” He says in his typical smug manner. You knee him in the chest with just enough force to hurt but not to injure him. He grabs your leg in response.

“Ow. Rude.”

“I'm rude? Don’t even try to say that after that stunt. I paid for this, remember?”

“Hm? I thought what you paid for had nothing to do with me? Just wanting to clean yourself and get out, no?” You cross your arms at him. He still keeps a hand wrapped around your ankle. He draws small circles into one of your shoulders with his pointer finger to get your attention, but you huff and ignore him.

“Aw, sweetheart. Was that too mean?” His tone of voice is as if he was talking to a wounded animal. He looks at you with a mix of admiration and pity. “I admit. You are pretty cute when you’re all subdued like this.” He strokes the leg he has in his grasp and places a kiss on your knee. You pull your leg down and out of his hold. You press your forehead to his and look him right in his eyes.

“You know I’ll get my revenge for that. Idiot.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

You roll off of his coat and onto his body, straddling his torso. You grab his face with your hands and look at him intently. “You better watch out.”

He adjusts his position slightly and moves his hips closer to you to where something is pressing into your back. You straighten out at the feeling. You’re hit with a sudden impending feeling that something bad is about to happen. He grabs your hips and firmly pushes them into the base of the thing touching your back. You turn behind you to get a look at it—

No fucking way. Pressed up against you was one of two cocks portruding from his lower body. They were longer than they were wide, definitely of inhuman size and were dripping with precum. You freeze for a moment and try to think of what to say to him.

“Is it overwhelming, sweetheart? Too big?” His words are apologetic but he is definitely not sorry for how he's about to ravage your body.

He rubs your hips comfortingly, but you’re not soothed. You’re distracted by the feral grin he’s baring his teeth at you through mixed with the hungry look in his eyes.

“You— you’re gonna kill me. I’m gonna die.” You stiffen and your eyes unfocus. There is no way he expected you to be able to fit those things inside of you. Let alone one. Two? Why did he have two? How did he get two? How did you wind up in this situation again?

“What, did you think I’m just gonna stab you with them or something? I'm not exactly a gentleman but I’m not a fucking monster.” He sits up and pulls you closer, supporting your body with his lower arm.

“Your appearance makes me question that last part.” You say, avoiding looking at anything lower than his shoulders. He scoffs and flicks your forehead.

“Ha ha, very funny. What an original joke.” He grabs your chin and forces you to look in his eyes. “I’ll be gentle. And I’m not gonna kill you." He speaks uncharacteristically quietly. "Even if I did, don’t you expendables come back infinitely anyway?”

Your face contorts at his remark. “You were almost sweet for a second there. You ruined it.” You say, sarcasm tangible.

He lets go of your chin and his shoulders relax. He lets you slump against him and his grip on you loosens slightly. His body language is hinting at… uncertainty? It’s unusual for him to hesitate after you make a snarky remark at him. Typically he would have made some sort of jab back at you by now.

“What’s with the apprehension all of a sudden, huh? Is the Sebastian Solace, toughest guy in the blacksite, hesitating?” You poke his chest and smirk, expecting a rise out of him. He peeks past you and at his reflection in the water, then back to you, looking you up and down. Is he comparing your sizes?

“We are pretty drastically different in size, aren’t we? I’m just trying to think of how to— not tear you to pieces.” Your confidence falters for a moment. If even he of all people is taking time to put his smug persona away for a moment to consider this, maybe there’s more risk than you first thought.

The closeness between you two accentuates the tension while you both think. Your vulva is pressed against his lower torso and his cocks were inches from your back. The plush of your chests were squished against each other. You breathe heavily into each other’s faces while trying to think of something to say. His grip intensifies again. From his selfish exterior, you wouldn’t guess that he’d be the type to deny himself this kind of carnal pleasure out of fear of hurting you. It’s kind of sweet. You decide not to keep him waiting any longer.

To Sebastian’s surprise, you lean in and quickly peck him on the lips. You pull away before he can even say anything. “I have an idea. Why don’t you… spread me out first? You know. To make a little more room.”

His hands fiddle with the skin on your legs as his eyes fill with lust. Your sudden initiative to take the lead is affecting him in ways he hadn’t considered before. Deep in his mind, he had always found you to be better looking than the other expendables, which is really saying something considering the lack of personal care in general in the blacksite. It was hard for anyone to look good. But seeing you accept his advances and inviting him to touch you more…

His self control was wearing thin.

He lays you back on his coat quicker than he had moved before and kisses your neck. His breath speeds up as he pants over you. You try to slow him by placing your hands on his shoulders and rubbing. He's receptive to your touch. 

“Spread you out...” He took his third arm and rubbed up and down your thigh with it, his other two holding him over you. His hair, still wet, drips onto your face. He looks down at you like you’re a 4 course meal. You place your hands on his chest, waiting for him to make the first advance.

To your surprise, he sticks two of his fingers in your mouth. Your reflexes force you to attempt to push them out with your tongue, which he uses to his advantage. He thoroughly rubs his digits across your mouth, covering them entirely in your spit. He pulls them out and you take a deep breath, finally having your mouth unobstructed. The two parts of your bodies are still connected by a strand of saliva.

“Asshole.” You bark at him through panting breaths. He gives you room to sit up and clutch at your chest, readjusting to being able to breathe again. “What is it with you and nearly choking me to death?”

Sebastian shushes you and pushes you back into his jacket. “Shh- get comfortable, baby. I’m sure I’ll be making you breathless without even needing to choke you soon.” You roll your eyes at his movie-esc attempt at flirting, but you can’t hide your body language that clearly indicates your enjoyment. He gives you a smug look and drags a hand down your body. Starting from your sternum and lowering it down to just under your belly button.

“You’re so… cringey.” You say in response to his attempt at flustering you. You have too much pride to admit his sultry whispers are truly making your head go blank.

“It’d be in your best interest to watch your mouth if you want me to go through with this, sweetheart.” The name he uses makes you tense again. You feel your face flush and you avoid his eyes. You try hard to disguise your reactions, but your enjoyment is evident.

He chuckles and grabs your face, kissing your nose. “Does that feel good, sweet thing? Does your body feel good when I whisper things like that to you? Hm?”

You squeeze your eyes and legs shut, but he keeps prying. He kneads his hands into your sides and kisses your neck more while chuckling lowly. His voice is muffled against your body. “Adorable. You’re just so cute. Seems like I finally found what makes you tick.” He leans into your cheek and kisses it before planting a hand right on top of your cunt, caressing it.

“I’ll spread you out.” He swivels his hand on his wrist so that the fingers that were resting on the outer skin of your cunt are now prodding at your hole, waiting to be let in.

You spread your legs and allow him to hold them open. He leans his head near yours and watches your face to gage your reactions to what he’s doing. He draws his claws over your hole, thoroughly spreading your wetness across them.

“Careful with those… don’t tear anything.” Your apprehensive words don’t match your physical reaction, as you wrap your arms around his neck and wind up with your hands in his hair.

Sebastian begins with one finger, slowly, gently. You tense at the feeling but relax as he gives you time to adjust. One of his fingers is about the width of two of your own…

“Relax. I’m doing this so it hurts less. If you keep clenching this hard we can’t get anywhere.” He stirs his finger inside of you, without applying any real pressure. You pant at the sensation.

“It’s not every day I get to have sex with a failed science experiment two times my own size. I’m not used to this. Be patient with me…”

“There you go, talking about patience again.” He draws his finger out and thrusts it back in, only slightly deeper this time. “I’ll have you know mine is wearing thin.”

You pull his hair when he moves his finger even deeper on the next thrust. He groans loudly and leans his head into the crook of your neck.

“If that’s what gets you to shut up.” The blush on his face contradicts him.

One of his arms kneads your side, in an attempt to calm your body down. He has a sympathetic look on his face, he supposes it is pretty scary to be being intimate with a deadly, half-human creature. His body language is becoming more tense, you’re impressed by his willpower to not just ravage you right then and there despite how he obviously wants to.

Your hands settle around his head, gently petting his hair rather than pulling it. Two of his hands make their way to your hips. His grip is firm, just barely enough force to bruise. He represses his harsh breaths, trying to not rile you up further.

He continues working his index finger inside of you, now having you take several inches. You feel your own wetness drip down your thighs and your grip on his hair tighten again. You try not to focus on his half lidded stare and sultry expression. Your vision is starting to blur a bit. Your focus is on not clenching too tightly around him—

“Breathe, baby.” He reminds you, settling a kiss quickly on your mouth before settling his head on your shoulder. You can’t help but let out a series of moans and gasps after starting to breathing again. He chuckles proudly.

“You’d think I’d be rusty after all these years, huh? Guess I still got it.” He begins to prod a second finger at your entrance. You try to feign an annoyed expression at his dumb comment but the pleasure is visibly overwhelming your face, it’s evident by his reaction.

Your pride tells you to not give in and not let him bring you fully to finish. But once the second finger enters, it’s nearly impossible to not explode all over his fingers right then and there. He thrusts them in and out of you at a fast pace. Despite his size, your wetness makes it easy for him to slide in and out of you. The stretch is intense, it burns in such a delicious way—

“You’re gonna— I’m gonna—“ You paw at his neck and shoulders, He grips onto you tightly.

“Yeah? You’re gonna what, baby? Tell me.” He eggs you on. His pace remains the same, two fingers working against your walls overwhelming you with pleasure. You begin to clench around him to try and resist your climax. You’re feeling a mix of emotions— “it’s too early to cum” mixed with “I can’t let him win so easily”. At the feeling of your sudden tightening he hums at you for a moment and begins to rub your clit.

It only takes a second before your back is arching and you’re letting go of his hair to sprawl over his coat. He scrambles to not let you fall out of his grasp. He continues fingering you to help you ride out your high once he regains his grip on you.

“Careful… you could’ve hit your head or something.” His concern is genuine. It’s cute.

Despite the fact he wasn’t the one who was being stretched wider than you previously thought humanly possible, his hair is tousled and his face is flushed. His head and body are kissed with beads of sweat and his chest heaves like he’s the one out of breath. He picks you up and he lays on the jacket, plopping you on top of his chest.

“It looks like you’re the one who just got 2 fingers stuck in your hole.” You playfully punch him in the arm. He pinches your side in response.

Both of you relax for a moment. “Just shut up and catch your breath. Can’t have you passing out when we get to the important part.” He cards a hand through your hair and rubs your back with the other.

“What, the important part is the part that feels the best for you? What about me?” You tease.

“Don’t act like me sticking my dick in you isn’t the main event.” You blush at how vulgar it sounds out loud. You aren’t sure how much more you can blush at this point.

You slot your head in the crook of his neck and close your eyes, planting a kiss.

“What a romantic you are.” He teases.

“You’re supposed to be letting me rest.” You say, closing your eyes and hiding your face.

He decides to give you a moment to recuperate. He occupies his hands by rubbing your lower back in a gentle massage and dragging his third hand’s fingers through your folds picking up some of the cum neither of you thought to wipe up. He smears it off of your legs onto his own fingers. He pulls his hand up to his face and observes the dripping fluid.

“It’s kind of nasty up close…” you say. He hadn’t even noticed you peeked your head up because he was so transfixed by your cum. He covers your eyes and squishes your head back in his chest “What happened to resting, huh?”

“It’s kind of hard to when you’re prodding around down there like that.” You watch as he licks your cum off of his fingers, savoring the taste.

You watch his face change as he keeps the taste of your climax on his tongue. He lets out a hiss through his teeth and reopens his mouth to let his tongue collect what dripped onto his palm.

You let your finger trail from his collarbone to his mid chest. “Missing it already?” You open your mouth to tease him some more but he promptly switches your positions, leaving you on your back.

His nails poke into your arms that he’s pinning to your sides. He’s panting heavily over you. The way he’s leaning over you makes you feel like you’re his prey. The look in his eyes agrees. “You wanna know the truth..?” He huffs. You nod at him, assuming you have no choice but to listen anyway.

“You have no idea how difficult it is to be trapped in a place like this in a body like mine. Even after all those experiments, I’m still a man. Men have needs. And in my case I— I need you.” His grip doesn’t loosen, but shifts to your hips.

You blush at the unexpected heartfelt conclusion of his outburst. Your arms slowly settle around his neck, holding your faces close together. The way he looks at you is almost animalistic, like he could devour you in one bite. He still manages to hold back until—

The last bit of his self control vanishes when you force your hips into his dicks, pushing them between your torsos. You rub your clit on one of the heads for a moment before he kisses you with fervor you haven’t seen from him before. It’s sloppy and careless, full of lust.

He strokes himself, using a mix of his own and your fluids to lubricate one of his dicks. You roll your hips into nothing, pushing upward and searching for stimulation. His tip kisses your entrance and his lips are still ravaging your own. He picks you up and presses your core into him, allowing your head to fall back. You wrap your legs around his waist and he halts the kiss to moan. You can’t help but giggle at hearing him lose control like that. He snarls in response, you suppose you embarrassed him? The sentiment is quickly replaced by even stronger arousal as he slots his head between your head and shoulders and bites down on the soft skin of your neck.

You gasp at the contact of his teeth as well as his tip finally entering you. You squirm and dig your nails into his back. “Se— Seb—“

“Don’t cry out like that yet… I’ve barely started.” He keeps his tip in the same spot, unmoving. You acclimate to the stretch. You can’t help but keep making involuntary cries of pleasure. His hands are tightly squeezing you, your nails are digging deeply into his back. You feel his heaving breaths.

“Sebastian— hah-“ He slides in another inch, this time faster than the last. “Don’t… moan like that…” He pants at you.

Abruptly, he sticks the rest of his length inside in one thrust. “If you keep moaning like that I’m gonna—“

You yelp at the stretch. “Ah- Sebastian- please-!” You babble a series of pleas and unintelligible cries of pleasure. You feel him shaking and hear him panting before there’s a sudden loss of contact.

He quickly rips himself out of you, panting and splattering across your stomach. You look down once you come down from the start of your high.

“Ah… Sebastian…” You look down to see the inhuman amount of cum he had covered your lower body in. “This is the second orgasm of mine you ruined tonight.” You unwrap your legs from him and give him a kick. It’s still playful, but with slight annoyance from having your pleasure denied again.

“I— I told you not to moan like that.” He averts your gaze. You can see a blue blush across his cheeks that matched his cool colored skin.

You giggle softly before it turns into a real laugh. “Aw, my voice got you that excited?” you tease him. “Fuck off. I warned you that I was gonna cum if you didn’t shut up. It’s been a while, alright?” You kiss his cheek and smile. “Can’t blame you for being pent up. Your options are pretty slim down here.” You can’t help but find him endearing when he’s flustered. He searches for a moment for a response to your quip, but gives up before he digs himself into a deeper hole conversationally.

The two of you take notice of how intimate this moment became. Holding each other tightly and taking in the other’s features. You notice how his hair frames his face and how it falls back even after he pushes it away. You admire the gills on his neck and sides, the scales on his body.

“You look nice.” He says, looking downwards to you. You put your palm on his cheek. “You look sweaty.” His calm expression falls into an exasperated frown at your comment. You smirk at him.

“Your attitude is exhausting.” He squishes your cheeks together.

“You better fuck it out of me then.”

His eyes widen and his blush returns. It takes him a moment to regain his confidence. He snaps out of his embarrassed haze and meets your gaze with a determined look.

“That’s an invitation I can get behind.”

He brings your hips up to meet his own and allows the tip of his second dick to sink into your already wet pussy. Your hands find his hair again.

The stretch still burns, but you’re more acclimated this time. You feel a puddle of your slick drip its way down his shaft. You close your eyes and lean your foreheads together. You focus on the sounds coming out of the both of you, the sounds of wet bodies gliding together and the way you two both pant and moan whenever one of you moves too suddenly.

With fervent speed, he sinks his entire length into you. Your legs curl up and you yelp at the contact. He whimpers into your neck and squeezes your center. “That’s— that’s your payback… f-for all the teasing…” His tone of voice indicates he’s struggling to keep it together.

You release the chunk of his hair you were gripping onto in your hands and move them to the sides of his head, forcing his eyes to meet yours. “Just fuck me already, Sebastian.” You say, shakily with the last of your willpower.

His nails dig into your hips and you close your eyes again to focus on the sounds he’s making. Panting, heaving. Trying to not moan despite how good it feels. You find it adorable how he’s even trying to keep up his tough, nonchalant persona even in a situation like this. You would say something to tease him if you weren’t distracted by him suddenly beginning thrust into you.

Both of you groan and strain into each other. Even though it’s unspoken, you each can tell the other is silently trying to delay their orgasm to prolong the pleasure. The noises that leave your mouth begin to match his own as he settles into a fast rhythm. You try to find it in you to kiss him, but the pleasure in your lower body is too intense to move from where he’s holding you.

The sudden jump from lovingly holding and teasing each other to roughly spearing himself into you is jarring, but you’re more than happy to accept his advances. You finally peel one of your eyes open to view the sight in front of you.

His head hangs over your own, eyes closed and mouth agape, being held open by his heavy sounds of pleasure. Beads of sweat form on his forehead and glide down his body. Your position hides his lower arms but his strong upper arms are on full display.

“Seb— Seba—“ You try to choke out but he shushes you with his own mouth. You each moan into each others mouths in an open mouthed kiss. His rhythm begins to grow sloppy and his grip grows more pinching as he gets closer to cumming.

You pull yourself impossibly close to him, wrapping your arms around the back of his head. He pulls you off the jacket and squeezes you tightly into him around your lower back. The stuffed sensation of his dick inside you helps you to chase your desperate release.

“Haah, how does it feel-?” Sebastian asks through strained breaths.

With the last of his brain before becoming completely fucked out, he takes his third arm’s hand and rubs your clit as messily as he thrusts into you. It starts an almost instant chain reaction between the two of you. You cum first, vision clouding and heart pounding. You cry out as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. Your release leads him to finish nearly in sync with you. He doesn’t pull out when he cums, instead opting to let it coat your insides.

His eyes droop shut and he breathes a final sigh of relief after finally having a real, satisfying, mutual orgasm in who knows how many years. You’re still holding onto each other, but his grip begins to falter and he slides you back down onto his jacket. As he begins to draw out of you, your legs wrap around his waist as fast as you can.

“You wanna let me out or what?” He says between breaths.

“…Again. Let’s go again.”

You whine when he forces your legs off of him and pulls out slowly. He leaves you feeling empty. The contrast of having his massive size inside of you to having nothing is unpleasant.

“I’m sticky.” You complain. “Sore too.”

“You’re the one who just asked me to go again. I won’t do it if you’re gonna complain like that.” He drags you off from where you’re lying and dips your lower body in the water. He splashes the water over where his fluid dripped down your legs and massages it in for a moment before sitting you back down on the edge of the crater.

He stretches out and scratches behind one of his ears. He reminds you of a cat more than a fish in that moment. You crack your back and rub your eyes. He lays his head down on his arms next to where you’re sitting, letting his lower body continue floating in the water. From your knees down your legs are in the water.

You watch his back rise and fall as he breathes and the way the end of his tail swishes under the water. Your eyes trace up and down all the little details of his form. You imagine how hard it must've been to endure the experiments that caused his mutations. Your eyes move from his spine, to his mid back, to his shoulders, to his face, to his eyes-

When your eyes meet his you realize he had been watching you stare at him.

"Hey. We just fucked. That means the staring phase is over, you can just say whatever nasty thing is on your mind." He says nonchalantly.

You roll your eyes. "I'm not thinking anything nasty, pervert. I'm just... admiring."

He pushes himself off the ground and positions himself across from you. He places his hands on your ankles under the water. You kick your legs into him playfully. "Admiring what exactly, hm?"

He moves back slightly as if to give you a better look and show off his physique. Even as a conglomerate of human and several ocean creatures' DNA, his body and face were equally handsome.

"You look pretty good for a failed science experiment." He looks the side and chuckles quietly. You suppose its been enough years that he can finally see some humor in the absurdity of his situation.

"What on this failed science experiment do you like?" You roll your eyes at his flirting.

You drag a finger across his collarbone. "You're in good shape," You run a finger across the gills on his neck. "And you have lots of unique features." 

"The only perk of being a human experiment I guess." He adds. His skin warms up lightly at the sensation of you tracing around his gills. He exhales deeply though his nose. 

Your hand sinks deeper, sliding down to his chest. "Your chest is comfortable to lay on." He furrowed his brow at that, as if he expected you to say more. You smile up at him and lay your head on top of his chest, exactly how you had described. He supports your lower body so you could be closer to him. You drag one hand down further, past his navel.

You glide one finger down to right where the base of his cocks start. “You can imagine what I’m gonna say about this part.”

He lays a finger over your mouth. “I’ll stop you right there.” He pulls you off of him but keeps holding you up by your legs. “It’s my turn.” 

Before you can question what he's doing, he pins your arms to your sides and sticks his face right up to your chest. "I never noticed these under that diving suit you always wear. They're so cute up close." He cuts his own sentence off by planting a kiss on top of one of your nipples. 

"You say that like I picked it out myself." You shiver at his lips on such a sensitive spot. "What, they don't even let you pick the color of those outfits?" He gave a quiet laugh at his own tasteless joke. 

His head leans down to your legs, pulling your upper body over his shoulder. He runs his hands up and down your thighs and observes the small curves and imperfections. It fills him with endearment, he finds it cute. Nether of you speak as you attentively feel the sensations of him touching you, and he continues up and down your legs. He cups your ass and lingers there. He moves his head closer to it. He had spent pretty much the whole time looking at the front of you, you flush at the feeling of him finally circling in the back of you.

"I assume you were an ass man before you were taken down here...?" You ask. "Some things just never leave you, I guess." He added, continuing the banter. Contrasting the playful nature of the conversation, he speaks through clenched teeth. You easily put together that he's fighting his instincts to breed again.

He finds the edge of the crater, where he set down his jacket. He repositions you on top of it, stomach down and ass up. His digits still dig into you as you hear him breathe heavily. "Are you gonna cum again from just staring and prodding at me?" You try to push yourself off your stomach to meet his eyes, but he lays a hand on your back and pushes you back down. "Fuck off. I'm surprised they haven't detonated your diving gear yet, considering you act like this."

"What suit anyway? You're staring at my bare skin." Saying that makes him freeze, as if he forgot what he was looking at for a moment. A rumble rose from his throat, a sort of frustrated growl. He succumbed to his instincts once, and he's on the verge of doing it again. As his force on your back weakens, you prop yourself up on your elbows and knees and turn around to him. 

"You are... frustrating to deal with to say the least." He says, sliding the hand on your back to your hip. He arises from the water and you feel his cock hit against your back. His heavy breaths and flushed face make quick work of you. "That's a mean thing to say to someone who's letting you stick your cocks inside them. For the first time in like- 10 years at that." You say while moving your hips invitingly. He clenches his eyes shut and strains his breaths when you let him grind on you for a moment. 

He aims the tip of one of his cocks at your entrance. He leans over your back and lets his head rest in the crook of your neck. Your permission for him to enter you is the kiss you plant to his hair while he hangs over you. 

Your walls strain less than past rounds, your wetness making it easy for him to slide in despite it still being tight. He only enters slightly, still considering the size difference. "Haa- so slow for what?" He doesn't appreciate your attempts at riling him up when he's already so tense. "I'm trying to... not rip you to shreds, y-you prick." You both sigh in pleasure when he pushes in all the way.

He wastes no time before trying to find a rhythm. He moves on hand off your ass and grabs your chin with it. "Don't think I forgot what this does to you. You like it when I talk to you while we do this, huh?" He starts a steady but slow rhythm. He keeps a hand on your jaw and points your face to his own. "Do you want it faster, baby?" he pants at you. You nod at him and your jaw slips out of his grasp.

He continues to lay his chest to your back, you notice each time it hits against you with each pant he breathes in and out. You start to move your hips to intensify the feeling, but he holds you in place. "Don't move, sweetheart. I got it." 

You laugh softly through your other noises at his sudden change in demeanor. You suppose he doesn't really have it in him to be that mean to you when he's got his dick deep inside you. "F-aster. More.." You whine out at him. You clench around him when you feel him speed up into a rhythm that brings both of you closer to release. He wraps and arm around your waist and begins to poke your hip with his nails. His other arm holds him above you so his full weight isn't crushing you. 

"Y-you're so tight around me." The amount of contact is beginning to overwhelm you. The mix of his hands on your body, his chest on your back, his head hanging over your shoulder, the thought alone makes you think you could cum. The tight squeeze of his huge length inside of you causes the pressure to build.

Clearly he feels it too with how he begins to squeeze your sides. You turn your head to his and he meets you in the middle. He scrambles to think of something to say to fluster you before you smack your lips onto his and seal them into a kiss. It doesn't last very long, as it puts you two in a bit of an awkward position. Sebastian clenches his teeth at you pulling away and suddenly pulls you into his chest. You widen your eyes when he pauses his thrusting, but doesn't pull out of you. He flips you both over so you're in a riding position with him under you. You smile down at him and lean into his face to continue the kiss. It's messy, the vibrations are intense from panting and crying out into each others mouths. Your hands wind up back in his hair, grabbing two handfuls. Your waist is back to being squeezed between his digits, with his third arm laying on your ass.

"It's so deep-" You whine to him. "Yeah? Is it good?" He pants out at you. You think it's cute how he tries to disguise his desire to get you to praise him as trying to get you to beg. "So good."

You notice his first tell that he might be close to cumming when his moans begin to pick up in pitch. He pulsates strongly inside of you. You know exactly what to do to give him the release he needs. You draw back from the kiss to take in a final breath and crash back down. You rip your tongue through his mouth and his meets yours. He resists for a moment, knowing he won't be able to speak anything coherent after he lets you take his mouth, but he gives in. He takes a moment to find a separate rhythm between your tongues in contrast to his thrusts into your core. He speeds up his plows into your hips, growing sloppier. He finally falls apart when you pull the handfuls of his hair you were holding onto. His eyes close and shoulders fall when he releases all over your insides. You relax on top of him and stay as still as you can to try and keep his cum inside you.

He lays down and lets his body fully relax, in turn letting yours fall on top of him. You both lay there and enjoy the comforting sounds of the other catching their breath. He strokes your back loosely and pulls out. Both of you audibly cringe at the loss of contact. You settle your gaze on his fucked out expression. 

"Guess that patience paid off." You smirk. He rolls his eyes and looks away from you. "I'd say I thoroughly held up my end of the deal." He says to you lazily. You boost yourself off of him and drop back into the water. You rub the sweat and other fluids off and out of your body and dunk your head fully underwater. Sebastian doesn't move his upper body but moves his tail closer to you to give you something to help you pull yourself out of the water with. 

You drape your body over it like it’s a life raft. “Coming in?” You ask him.

”I’ll pass.” He lays unmoving, still catching his breath. This is the most relaxed you’ve ever seen him. “You sure..?” You ask in a playful, almost seductive, tone. He gives an irritated grumble to that. 

You pause for a moment to wonder what warranted his annoyance, but you suppose you’ve begun to overstay your welcome. After all, this is his area.

You climb on his tail to the edge of the crater and plant your feet firmly on the ground. You’re a bit sore from the intrusion of his length in you, but that’s the least of your worries right now. You make sure you’re balanced on your feet before taking a step away.

Before you can move, he grabs your ankle. You turn to Sebastian, unsure of if you should speak and not wanting to agitate him further. 

“Next time you stumble into my shop… I’ll give you a discount. Next time you want to do this, I mean.” He says, flat expression growing into a twisted smile as he spoke more.

”Ah. A one document discount?” 

He clears his throat. “I like that idea. How about 2999 research for next time?” 

You roll your eyes at him. “There’s not gonna be a ‘next time’ if you expect me to show up with that much.”

He releases your ankle. “Oh, there’ll be a next time, alright.”

Your heart speeds up at the prospect of a “next time” as you begin to slip back into your clothes. 

“Oh? And how soon do you imagine this ‘next time’ to be?” You inquire.

”Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”