[ a tingling sensation begins to grow from the top of his head down to his now fusing legs, where he naturally draws them in together so that they can start to do their thing. where toes and ankles and strong calf muscles used to be is now one long, lengthy tailfin that immediately begins to wave up and down. it's like slipping into a second skin--- his lungs still filling with the air that he needs, only in a completely different way. yet the best part about his particular magic potion is that he can still breathe without submerging his gills beneath the water: a safety measure for times where they are just simply beached and cannot get to safety. an effect that doesn't wear off for hours and hours past reverting to his mer-eel form. ]
Kissin'? [ a teal eyebrow raises before he cheerfully laughs, stroking across riddle's cheek as his hand finally makes its way to the boy's side. ] That how you wanna check up on me? I'm breathin' just fiiiiine. Wanna see?
[ he's quick to use that other hand to pull riddle down, lengthening tongue dragging up from riddle's chin up to his forehead. his eyes glitter with some kind of predatory mischievousness. oh, how he's so lucky to have his dinner right here! right in his lap, where his strong lower half now sticks out somewhat from the tub. a familiar stirring somewhere below his waist begins to cause the skin to part, the most subtle of movements making scales shimmer a little differently compared to the rest of him.
but riddle probably will notice that later. for now? all floyd wants to do is see how much of his tongue he can brutally stuff down his lover's throat. not to choke him, but to explore... this is a different sensation all together. normally he's limited to that silly human shape's biology, where it's held back by the tiniest string of flesh.
how deep can he go... just until the point of discomfort, where he'll know when to stop. ]
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Kissin'? [ a teal eyebrow raises before he cheerfully laughs, stroking across riddle's cheek as his hand finally makes its way to the boy's side. ] That how you wanna check up on me? I'm breathin' just fiiiiine. Wanna see?
[ he's quick to use that other hand to pull riddle down, lengthening tongue dragging up from riddle's chin up to his forehead. his eyes glitter with some kind of predatory mischievousness. oh, how he's so lucky to have his dinner right here! right in his lap, where his strong lower half now sticks out somewhat from the tub. a familiar stirring somewhere below his waist begins to cause the skin to part, the most subtle of movements making scales shimmer a little differently compared to the rest of him.
but riddle probably will notice that later. for now? all floyd wants to do is see how much of his tongue he can brutally stuff down his lover's throat. not to choke him, but to explore... this is a different sensation all together. normally he's limited to that silly human shape's biology, where it's held back by the tiniest string of flesh.
how deep can he go... just until the point of discomfort, where he'll know when to stop. ]