[ there's nothing that floyd loves more than having riddle rosehearts in his clutches like this. drag him into temptation, grab his hand and lead him towards the darkest corners of the frigid sea where only he can keep him safe. give him warmth. just enough so that he wants more and more of it, yearns for the touch that only floyd can give him. it could be sadistic for him to do this but in the end it's a game! it's all a way for them to distract, enjoy one another... maybe that's why he doesn't break riddle right here and now. he has the opportunity to, with him swallowing down his tongue and the saliva that comes with it. would it surprise riddle to know how clean his mouth might taste? not quite sweet but not meaty, perhaps a touch of salt from the sea. every suck, every mewl, emboldens those predatory instincts. he can't fully wrap himself around riddle, not in the tub, but... he'll smother him in other ways. dangerous, loving ones.
the more time they spend with each other, the more they've come to adapt to one another. it's why floyd is excited now, that riddle is so good at taking his tongue like this? sucking it, finding the proper way to breathe around it, placing his hands where they should be. where they deserve to be. if floyd is driving riddle wild, it only makes sense that it's happening the other way around as well. a friend to play with. a lover to be with. wasn't it riddle that said he would want to make floyd crazy for him? it's clearly worked.
is riddle fully aware of how strong the eel can be? that when he withdraws his tongue and gives riddle yet another long lick, he's not doing it for any reason but to give riddle something else to play with. something else he can get his lips around, his tongue to touch. that floyd can practically hoist riddle up and turn him 180, flip him so that he's no longer facing him and now face level with that puffed, slowly splitting skin. if riddle's ever wanted to become more familiar with a mer-eel's anatomy, this would be the time, whether he's cognizant of it or not. that saliva of his has probably done the trick. ]
Don't wanna leave your mouth alone for too long, goldfishie. If I gotta persuade you...
[ which floyd doesn't feel like he needs to, but. that long tongue of his? it's finding its way into that crack, broad tip flicking over riddle's back passage over and over again, dipping into that muscle but not quite penetrating it. not yet. ]
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the more time they spend with each other, the more they've come to adapt to one another. it's why floyd is excited now, that riddle is so good at taking his tongue like this? sucking it, finding the proper way to breathe around it, placing his hands where they should be. where they deserve to be. if floyd is driving riddle wild, it only makes sense that it's happening the other way around as well. a friend to play with. a lover to be with. wasn't it riddle that said he would want to make floyd crazy for him? it's clearly worked.
is riddle fully aware of how strong the eel can be? that when he withdraws his tongue and gives riddle yet another long lick, he's not doing it for any reason but to give riddle something else to play with. something else he can get his lips around, his tongue to touch. that floyd can practically hoist riddle up and turn him 180, flip him so that he's no longer facing him and now face level with that puffed, slowly splitting skin. if riddle's ever wanted to become more familiar with a mer-eel's anatomy, this would be the time, whether he's cognizant of it or not. that saliva of his has probably done the trick. ]
Don't wanna leave your mouth alone for too long, goldfishie. If I gotta persuade you...
[ which floyd doesn't feel like he needs to, but. that long tongue of his? it's finding its way into that crack, broad tip flicking over riddle's back passage over and over again, dipping into that muscle but not quite penetrating it. not yet. ]