[ when the moment strikes... then it strikes. he'd be a fool to never be prepared for riddle. it's not just floyd who craves a deeper, more carnal desire now and then. something about the other always being in a state of concentrated determination when it comes to his studies always means there's an equally powerful need to sate those physical urges. and the more they're together, the more often he doesn't hide it. he doesn't have to. even better that floyd keeps his teeth out of the equation out of respect; no one wants to explain a particularly bitey merman's markings to the school nurse. ]
What do ya mean? I know how to dance to music like this!
[ yes. deliberate steps that take account of their size difference. their step size, their foot size, all of those things. that he keeps his other hand on riddle's back, forearm barely touching his shoulder. it's good they're in a private space--- they'd probably look ridiculous together? or they'd make everyone around them so jealous that the dance would become a brawl. that'd be fun too.
but there's a little trick to this track. something that riddle might not anticipate while floyd knows. he's a certified knower. that for every thirty seconds that play, the tempo seems to... increase by a few bpms. that instead of staying slow in the first three minutes, there's a gradual accelerando that's been added to this waltz. ]
Fun dance, huh?
[ while riddle might have the upperhand in experience, floyd has it in knowledge. will he be able to keep up? he's not bothered by the speed because, well, he just likes moving. he likes swaying from side to side. being fluid. and if he can find that moment where riddle can't keep up, he'll take over. far from swinging the housewarden around in his room, but he's not afraid to lead.
it's not quite chaotic. but it's definitely not a waltz anymore. ]
[ at first he raises a brow, dubious of the merman's claim. floyd? knowing traditional steps? following rules? riddle will believe it when he sees it.
and see it he does-- floyd leads them flawlessly, as if he's been waltzing longer than he's had legs. counting the beats, the measures, taking longer and wider steps in accordance to them. riddle would sooner fellate a cactus than admit it, but truthfully he's rusty. sure, he was taught extensively in the royal ways, it was a necessity given his mother's reputation, but his academics took precedence above all else. there are moments where he falls out of step, is too short to keep up, even nudges floyd's shoe with the tip of his boot...but floyd covers for him, and so seamlessly at that. riddle doesn't have time to scold himself or feel foolish.
in fact: ]
It is rather fun. I can't remember when I last enjoyed dancing like this.
[ probably never, but the longer they go on, the more improvised their steps become, and soon riddle finds himself giggling now and then; when their turns are extra sharp, when their sweeps are larger than what would be considered normal, he barks with laughter when he nearly stumbles into floyd. needless to say, this is more than "rather" fun.
can they dance like this forever? riddle wonders this with fondness as he gives a wide twirl away, squeezing floyd's hand, only to spin back into him, pressed against the other boy's body, staring up into those mismatched eyes. riddle can't bring himself to move or look away, his cheeks bright red and eyes glimmering with delight. he knows they should be dancing, but riddle can't help himself. he just...really, really likes the merman holding him close like this. ]
[ improvisation is key, though floyd would never consciously do such a thing. whenever riddle feels like his balance is about to be upended, he adjusts--- weight shifts. an extra step. something that keeps them in line with the beat but doesn't throw them both off kilter. that he keeps his hands anchored where they are until they aren't, letting riddle stretch out and away for a brief moment. he's in the moment. they both are. and he's dazzling, radiant, a gem at the bottom of the sea. happiness is fleeting and floyd is dimly aware of that too. maybe one day they'll get to dance again like this, except instead of on human legs, they'd do it in the water.
thoughts like those are what distract him. scenarios of which they'd be just as fun or even more, which leads him to slowing down. that while his body is moving his mind is somewhere else--- but only at the end once the music stops and he's left sweating, breathing heavier than he'd like. that his eyes stay fixed upon the cute little curl of his goldfishie's hair, then down to his eyes. they shine. he loves it. he loves them. covets them. ]
Hey, ya really hung on there. Pretty impressive~
[ deep, slow breaths. the kind that, when he lowers his face down to the top of riddle's head, he can take a long one. inhaling in his scent. he really... he's really fond of the boy. in the kind of way that could drive him crazy if he were to think long and hard about him. ]
[ gloating and blustering would be his typical response. in spite of his rustiness, riddle would still be skilled enough to survive a waltz, and more importantly-- by now, he knows floyd well enough to match his steps well enough. maybe he'll stumble now and then, lag behind sometimes, step on his toes, but riddle swears he'll always be there. by his side, in his arms, no matter the occasion.
dancing is hard work, especially in heavy high-heeled boots, so riddle too is winded. he swears that's why his heart could pound its way out of his chest, doubly so when he feels the shape of floyd's smile against his head. riddle's eyes flutter shut in longing, unconsciously leaning into the taller boy. his face couldn't get hotter-- or so he thinks. ]
Mm... I believe I do as well.
[ the heat reaches the tips of his ears, and riddle doesn't know when his hands found themselves gripping the front of floyd's shirt, but they are. his throat feels dry, his lips tingle. it takes far too much courage to say what he does, even though intellectually riddle can't imagine being denied. ]
My tub is large enough to fit both of us...if you find the idea agreeable.
[ there's no world where floyd could deny riddle this kind of indulgence--- the ultimate kind. the personal kind. they have the luxury of privacy, having a housewarden's private quarters and bathroom. he's seen azul's a few times but never had the opportunity to use them. here, however... he can live like a king. or prince. or whatever role riddle would want him to occupy. he doesn't mind going along for the ride if that's how the flow is taking him.
but right now, he looks. well. ripe for the taking. ]
Thought ya'd never ask. [ even if it was floyd's idea. an offer is better than just walking in without saying anything. first things first: those lips need some attention, and floyd is more than happy to provide it.
it's not the kind of romantic and gentle kiss that riddle might've expected, but something way more realistic: hot and firm, a touch harsh and bruising. that floyd doesn't hold back, grinding the meat of his lips into riddle's. after all--- they just had a pretty intense dance, so it doesn't lack passion. one arm snakes behind to allow his hand to cradle the back of riddle's head, to keep him steady. to keep him from wilting due to the pressure. ]
[ so floyd had the same idea? riddle can't help a sigh of relief, even though he knew the other boy would say yes. he knows their desire for each other is mutual-- perhaps it's the prospect of being seen as needy, or weak to floyd's touch. of being too much so soon, even though floyd went into this relationship knowing riddle has always held a fascination with him, wants to be loved by him.
would that be such a bad thing if he was needy? he's certainly weak to the merman's touch whether he wants to admit it or not. when their lips press together, and hard at that, riddle instantly melts, taking steps closer until he's able to cradle their bodies together, his arms stretched up so he can drape them over floyd's shoulders.
rather than coax the other boy's tongue into his mouth immediately, riddle thinks back to their previous kissing lessons. floyd likes teeth, floyd likes when he gets hedonistic and wild. riddle drags his teeth over that insistent bottom lip nudging hard and full against his own, nibbles it, runs his tongue over it. he can't help feeding floyd a soft, curious little noise.
nor can he help one of his hands coming down to finger the first button of his shirt. ]
[ it's always a funny thing to him when they hug. when they kiss. that he has to sort of bend slightly in some way in order to make it as comfortable as possible for them both. but therein lies one of the more interesting things--- that both have to adjust. they have to meet each other halfway. if there's anything floyd knows it's recognizing what is and isn't fair in front of him. he's not going to let riddle have everything he wants, nor does he expect it from the little red rose.
both eyebrows rise upon the feeling of teeth against his bottom lip and he feels a swelling of pride in his chest. he's positive there's no where in any of those books of his that says anything about utilizing those pearly whites to show affection in any form. that would be crass! unbecoming! so it's all baby steps from here on out and riddle knows what floyd likes, and he's just... ooh, so thrilled. it sends a chill down his spine. ]
Here, lemme help ya out...
[ hands cover riddle's, rest on top of them, help him sneak each button out from its hole. does it really help or hurt to rush? the longer they take, the longer they can kiss. but the faster they do will help reveal floyd's upper body, with all the definition and length that he has. ]
[ he knew intellectually that floyd would delight in what he does with his teeth-- isn't that how morays tend to communicate their feelings, after all? still, part of him was nervous about utilizing what he'd learned in their prior lesson. what nearly tipped floyd over the edge.
much to riddle's relief, not only does the other boy kiss back, but when floyd draws away, his something about his tone is sensuous to riddle's ears. maybe it's the hands covering his as they slowly take care of his buttons. floyd is gorgeous after all, with a body that has just the right amount of definition without being stocky like some savanaclaw boys. a swimmer's body, maybe. riddle feels his breath catch in his chest, his ears growing hot when he realizes he's roving his gaze up and down. ]
...Perhaps trouble is exactly what I want.
[ his voice is soft and breathy. staring into mismatched, jewel-like eyes, riddle guides the other boy's hands to his own shirt, lining his fingertips up to the high buttons in silent encouragement, before reaching forward himself to slowly start working at floyd's pants. suddenly, they can't get into the damned tub fast enough. ]
Or maybe I'm the one looking to get you in a bit of trouble instead.
[ they don't just use their teeth, but their entire body. the entire length of an eel is fair game for anyone who is willing to get up close and personal. if that includes a curious little goldfishie, then that means he'll be more than willing to allow him in his space--- and not just for the most gentle of chompings. blood in the water attracts predators of all kinds but he knows that riddle wouldn't allow anyone else to get near.
despite his excitement and the thrill that causes color to warm his cheeks, floyd's hands are steady. they do everything except pull the damn clothes off, knowing he needs to show some kind of restraint--- let riddle be the one who takes charge. it's like opening presents on a holiday for an eager child, except what he finds beneath floyd's clothes are muscle and flesh, no sign of gills or fins, but a long and firm build that practically emulates the kind of form he'd take if he forgot to have the correct potions on hand. ]
Guess ya can't break rules that aren't written yet. [ he snickers, rolling his hips into riddle's hands. ] Or do ya wanna make some just so ya can do just that?~
[ floyd's eyes are laser focused on the smaller housewarden's as he finally gets to the last button, carefully pulling everything off as he leads them both toward the tub. ]
You should already know-- All ways are always the Queen's way.
[ what does that mean? admittedly, riddle isn't completely sure. he just knows that right now he wants floyd, there are no rules standing in his way, and even if there were, he's already defied a personal expectation of his; doubtless he could find a way to twist his way around it. within the walls of heartslabyul, riddle is the law, and it's a privilege he has no qualms with utilizing.
that emboldening nudge of hips against his hands gets riddle to work faster, his fingers deft but eager, an excitable and lofty smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he's half-aware as he follows floyd's steps towards the tub; by the time they're right next to it, riddle has finished undoing the other boy's pants, but rather than take them off as well, he gets to work on undressing himself. better to do it himself than run the risk of floyd popping his buttons in a fit of excitement.
to the surprise of no one, the queen's private bathroom is the pure definition of opulence, red and black and white wallpaper sporting haphazardly placed card suits, the checkered floor tile decorated with crimson heart-shaped inlays; the wall lamps are lush candelabras overflowing with red roses and dripping with rubies, the rose-shaped sconces emitting a soft and soothing glow. at the far end of the room lies the sink and all its awkwardly-proportioned glory, a dedicated powder counter just next to it where all manner of skincare products, perfumes, and even a makeup display sit, lovingly organized in front of a massive heart-shaped mirror.
of course the tub is enormous since it was modeled to accommodate the queen of hearts herself; the double-slipper tub set against the wall stands atop golden clawed feet, the telephone-style faucet mounted close behind letting loose a steady stream of steaming water, the temperature hot enough to lift dirt and soothe away the day's soreness without scalding the skin of delicate rose queens. thanks to its various enchantments, the water never seems to overflow and drains without issue. the garishly tall and misshapen rack of fresh towels and bathrobes are in arm's reach (well, riddle's arm's reach), making for the perfect bastion of relaxation down to the very end of one's bath.
riddle is hardly concerned with the end of their soak though. in fact, he's already divested himself of his blouse and boots by the time he's back to standing on his tiptoes to press a coquettish kiss to the merman's lips before easing his trousers and bloomers off his trim hips. ]
Come in with me.
[ stepping out of his pants, riddle hooks his fingers into the belt loops floyd's pants to lead him along until the small of his back meets the curved edge of the tub; he releases the other boy in favor of climbing in slowly, leaving floyd to remove the last of his clothing and join his queen in the fragrant water. ]
[ yes, sometimes his eagerness gets the best of him. clothes have been torn, zippers ruined, and buttons lost when he's at the start of a particular kind of feeding frenzy. this time he's more or less patient, letting riddle take care of him in a way that no other has been allowed to. he is a radiant gem, a precious ruby embedded in a preserved statue beneath the salty waves of the sea, and something he would be loathe to lose. so with that in mind, floyd can keep his fingers from being too quick for his thoughts for once. just this once. no promises in the future.
it's being this bathroom that makes him feel... not so much awkward, but he doesn't particularly care for the aesthetic. funny how being part of a specific dorm changes his affinity towards certain colors and styles, but the reality is that octavinelle has been practically perfect for him. which is to say that it doesn't mean he dislikes the red and whites, the repeated imagery of the queen in the symbols and the motifs that decorate the bathroom. he can appreciate it when this is riddle's preferred place, but it's only because he's with riddle that he does. anyone else would get the silent and ignored treatment for sure.
once riddle is done leading them both to the bath, the first thing he catches is the scent of that water. floral, not overpoweringly sweet, and carries hints of what he could get when he presses his nose against riddle's skin on occasion. it's pleasant. does he think he's a perfect match for it? probably not, but.... that's okay. he prefers the salt, the warm ocean breeze, but this is good. he will enjoy it.
his pants are easily removed and he is left nude--- in the bare. and as he steps into follow, there's something that floyd has forgotten. it didn't seem that important before but right now, it feels very relevant. especially as he slides into the water on the opposite side of the tub, letting him face riddle with a grin that spreads across his face like melted butter. ]
Heh. Feels like we should've been doin' this more often.
[ floyd laughs languidly, completely ignorant of the fact that the sides of his head are beginning to pale. slowly but surely. the traces and ridges of fins starting to make themselves known. ]
[ it's difficult not to openly stare like some slattern when he hears the rustle of the other boy's pants falling down. instead, riddle busies himself with glancing to the side and tucking a lock of hair behind his ear while he draws his knees up to preemptively make room for his companion. sure, it's nothing he hasn't seen before-- goodness knows he's much more than just seen floyd's body, but the little primrose still wants to at least feign propriety.
he doesn't do a very good job, what with how his gaze instantly shifts to the other side of the tub as floyd settles in with that boyish grin spreading across his face. his good mood is as infectious as ever, making it impossible for riddle to resist returning the smile with a soft and fond, albeit shy one of his own. there's something...intimate about bathing together. something mature. that being said, riddle notes that he doesn't feel nervous. ]
Mmm. I agree. I bet you can't soak to your heart's content like this in Octavinelle.
[ emboldened by floyd's laughter, riddle shifts onto his knees and crawls towards him. at first the bioluminescent markings rising to the surface of floyd's skin go amiss to him; when riddle is finally settled between the merman's thighs, however, it's impossible to miss the gradual shifting of human flesh into pointed aural fins at the side of floyd's head. ]
Floyd...!
[ with eyes wide from equal parts shock and panic, riddle lifts his hands but stops short of touching the merman's "ears", stunned and speechless save for a bit of choked garbling when he realizes just how blue-green the other boy's skin has become. yikes... it looks like there's no stopping what's about to happen, is there? ]
When is the last time you took your transformation potion? Do you remember? Do you have one with you now? Is it painful? Cats and bats...!
[ leave it to the chronic worrywart to, well, worry. he can't help it; riddle doesn't know the first thing about how these transformations feel or how quick they are. what he does know is if they follow the rules and report this to the infirmary, they're going to have a lot of paperwork to deal with...! ]
[ wow... next time he'll make riddle look at him! he's not doing that just for fun; without garnering a reaction, what's the point! riddle should be modestly drooling over him, over how lean and stacked floyd happens to be at the same time: the benefit of being an eel merman whose muscles end up being most of his entire body. that the time spent playing basketball, dancing, fighting his brother, squeezing the hell out of unruly guests at the lounge, squeezing and/or losing to azul... the number of things he does that ends up with him having the kind of musculature that is practically perfect is insane! just like him. he has to be a little crazy to be at nrc. that's the hard prerequisite.
but once riddle's in between him, he has no choice but to stare. to gawk. the tingling sensation of his body changing, reverting to its usual form is... different in this particular circumstance. in a way it's like an effortless strip tease. he doesn't have to do anything, no peeling or bending or rippling or tearing. it's just him beginning to show his normal state. the one that he was born with. as he looks down at his bent knees, he realizes that riddle being in between them might be a problem at some point? not quite yet. they haven't started to fuse. but his hands are beginning to show those claws and the webbing in between, and he sticks his lengthening tongue out at riddle in response to his questions. ]
Dunno. Probably a week or so ago. It was really bitter that time so I thought it was gonna last longer.
[ floyd is clearly wrong. still, looking at how worried riddle looks does instill a new emotion all together. is floyd now concerned? that when he looks back into those eyes, it's his own glowing one that raises with an arch. ]
What? I'm gonna be fiiiiiiiine. If anything, it feels real good. Probably one of the reasons why you don't normally see it happenin' around here.
[ there are only three mermen and if they ever do lapse in taking care of their potion needs, it doesn't happen in the open. that there is a lot that ends up being revealed: after all, they end up nude. nothing showing externally but the changes themselves...
well. riddle will find out.
he reaches up and strokes his little rose's head, pushing back a few of the more upset looking strands out of the way. ]
Just relax. If ya want, feel around. I'm not gonna stop a curious goldfishie from swimmin' around the unknown.
[ riddle continues to fret, brows knit with clear concern as he watches and stares intently as peachy-hued flesh gives way to something much more supple and slippery, fading into various jewelled tones. sparing a glance downward as he watches the merman's color make its way down his abdomen, riddle remembers what will no doubt be happening to floyd's legs soon, and hurriedly sidles over the other boy's thigh to instead sit at his side. of course his face turns bright red as he does, and he scolds himself mentally for thinking to take such a gratuitous look at the other boy.
by the time riddle looks back up, those fretful antennae of his get pushed back by a hand that's both strange but familiar. sure, it's hard not to feed off floyd's reassuring energy, but still, riddle clings to worry even as the final stretch of the merman's transformation occurs.
maybe touching him will help...? riddle swallows audibly before giving a determined nod. ]
Alright. I...want to touch you. But only to check on your body! I want to make sure you're okay!
[ a half-truth, but riddle doesn't dwell on it. instead, he lifts his tiny hands to cup floyd's cheeks first, and runs his thumbs over those bioluminescent markings on his face. riddle can't help staring in wide-eyed awe, utterly ensorceled as it finally dawns on him: he's this close to a merman, touching him, feeling him... ]
...May I kiss you?
[ the request escapes his lips before he even realizes it. ]
[ 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. ]
[ for floyd to laugh at him like this, he must be fine. if not for that gentle caress to his red cheek, riddle would pout and grouse and possibly rescind his request in favor of giving the other boy a bit of a headache before ultimately giving him what they both want.
luckily for the both of them, floyd played his cards right, so he won't need to work for his food this time. riddle even allows himself to be manhandled and pulled into the merman with little more than surprised gasp, no lecturing or scolding. his breath hitches when he sees that tongue, bigger and longer than what he's used to, emerge from the moray's deadly maw, only to drag up his face, cool yet somehow making riddle's entire body feel hot.
as he squirms to get himself more comfortable, riddle notices a light rise in flesh on floyd's lap, but situates himself underneath the slit so he isn't covering it with his bottom and leaves it at that. his knowledge of merfolk anatomy is limited to entry-level textbooks and when they embrace during their nighttime swims.
besides, there's no time to think about it, not when that thick tongue is filling his mouth and sliding down his throat. the noise riddle makes is a cross between a squeal and a whine, surprised but not unpleasantly so. it's so big, he thinks to himself in a daze, his body now ablaze from the inside-out, his cock shamefully hard as the sensation of his throat being filled just right makes his head spin. it isn't deep enough to choke, the tapered shape leaving just enough room for air to pass through, but it's still a rush riddle never knew was possible.
one tiny hand reaches up to thread through teal locks, only to give the webbing of floyd's "ear" a light caress with his fingertips. riddle's free hand perches on the merman's shoulder, squeezing it to anchor himself as he gives the moray's tongue a short, tentative suck.
he wonders if there's something in floyd's saliva that's supposed to stimulate his mate, because the simple act of sucking the merman's tongue sends another wave of heat through him, leaving him feeling as voracious as a carnivore. with a soft moan of need, riddle gives floyd's tongue another suck, followed by a long, filthy slurp.
in no time at all, he starts treating it as he would the other boy's cock, sucking and bobbing on it, moaning around the thickness in his mouth. ]
[ 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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What do ya mean? I know how to dance to music like this!
[ yes. deliberate steps that take account of their size difference. their step size, their foot size, all of those things. that he keeps his other hand on riddle's back, forearm barely touching his shoulder. it's good they're in a private space--- they'd probably look ridiculous together? or they'd make everyone around them so jealous that the dance would become a brawl. that'd be fun too.
but there's a little trick to this track. something that riddle might not anticipate while floyd knows. he's a certified knower. that for every thirty seconds that play, the tempo seems to... increase by a few bpms. that instead of staying slow in the first three minutes, there's a gradual accelerando that's been added to this waltz. ]
Fun dance, huh?
[ while riddle might have the upperhand in experience, floyd has it in knowledge. will he be able to keep up? he's not bothered by the speed because, well, he just likes moving. he likes swaying from side to side. being fluid. and if he can find that moment where riddle can't keep up, he'll take over. far from swinging the housewarden around in his room, but he's not afraid to lead.
it's not quite chaotic. but it's definitely not a waltz anymore. ]
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and see it he does-- floyd leads them flawlessly, as if he's been waltzing longer than he's had legs. counting the beats, the measures, taking longer and wider steps in accordance to them. riddle would sooner fellate a cactus than admit it, but truthfully he's rusty. sure, he was taught extensively in the royal ways, it was a necessity given his mother's reputation, but his academics took precedence above all else. there are moments where he falls out of step, is too short to keep up, even nudges floyd's shoe with the tip of his boot...but floyd covers for him, and so seamlessly at that. riddle doesn't have time to scold himself or feel foolish.
in fact: ]
It is rather fun. I can't remember when I last enjoyed dancing like this.
[ probably never, but the longer they go on, the more improvised their steps become, and soon riddle finds himself giggling now and then; when their turns are extra sharp, when their sweeps are larger than what would be considered normal, he barks with laughter when he nearly stumbles into floyd. needless to say, this is more than "rather" fun.
can they dance like this forever? riddle wonders this with fondness as he gives a wide twirl away, squeezing floyd's hand, only to spin back into him, pressed against the other boy's body, staring up into those mismatched eyes. riddle can't bring himself to move or look away, his cheeks bright red and eyes glimmering with delight. he knows they should be dancing, but riddle can't help himself. he just...really, really likes the merman holding him close like this. ]
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thoughts like those are what distract him. scenarios of which they'd be just as fun or even more, which leads him to slowing down. that while his body is moving his mind is somewhere else--- but only at the end once the music stops and he's left sweating, breathing heavier than he'd like. that his eyes stay fixed upon the cute little curl of his goldfishie's hair, then down to his eyes. they shine. he loves it. he loves them. covets them. ]
Hey, ya really hung on there. Pretty impressive~
[ deep, slow breaths. the kind that, when he lowers his face down to the top of riddle's head, he can take a long one. inhaling in his scent. he really... he's really fond of the boy. in the kind of way that could drive him crazy if he were to think long and hard about him. ]
Could use a lil' bath. What 'bout you?
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dancing is hard work, especially in heavy high-heeled boots, so riddle too is winded. he swears that's why his heart could pound its way out of his chest, doubly so when he feels the shape of floyd's smile against his head. riddle's eyes flutter shut in longing, unconsciously leaning into the taller boy. his face couldn't get hotter-- or so he thinks. ]
Mm... I believe I do as well.
[ the heat reaches the tips of his ears, and riddle doesn't know when his hands found themselves gripping the front of floyd's shirt, but they are. his throat feels dry, his lips tingle. it takes far too much courage to say what he does, even though intellectually riddle can't imagine being denied. ]
My tub is large enough to fit both of us...if you find the idea agreeable.
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but right now, he looks. well. ripe for the taking. ]
Thought ya'd never ask. [ even if it was floyd's idea. an offer is better than just walking in without saying anything. first things first: those lips need some attention, and floyd is more than happy to provide it.
it's not the kind of romantic and gentle kiss that riddle might've expected, but something way more realistic: hot and firm, a touch harsh and bruising. that floyd doesn't hold back, grinding the meat of his lips into riddle's. after all--- they just had a pretty intense dance, so it doesn't lack passion. one arm snakes behind to allow his hand to cradle the back of riddle's head, to keep him steady. to keep him from wilting due to the pressure. ]
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would that be such a bad thing if he was needy? he's certainly weak to the merman's touch whether he wants to admit it or not. when their lips press together, and hard at that, riddle instantly melts, taking steps closer until he's able to cradle their bodies together, his arms stretched up so he can drape them over floyd's shoulders.
rather than coax the other boy's tongue into his mouth immediately, riddle thinks back to their previous kissing lessons. floyd likes teeth, floyd likes when he gets hedonistic and wild. riddle drags his teeth over that insistent bottom lip nudging hard and full against his own, nibbles it, runs his tongue over it. he can't help feeding floyd a soft, curious little noise.
nor can he help one of his hands coming down to finger the first button of his shirt. ]
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both eyebrows rise upon the feeling of teeth against his bottom lip and he feels a swelling of pride in his chest. he's positive there's no where in any of those books of his that says anything about utilizing those pearly whites to show affection in any form. that would be crass! unbecoming! so it's all baby steps from here on out and riddle knows what floyd likes, and he's just... ooh, so thrilled. it sends a chill down his spine. ]
Here, lemme help ya out...
[ hands cover riddle's, rest on top of them, help him sneak each button out from its hole. does it really help or hurt to rush? the longer they take, the longer they can kiss. but the faster they do will help reveal floyd's upper body, with all the definition and length that he has. ]
... curious hands might get ya in trouble~
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much to riddle's relief, not only does the other boy kiss back, but when floyd draws away, his something about his tone is sensuous to riddle's ears. maybe it's the hands covering his as they slowly take care of his buttons. floyd is gorgeous after all, with a body that has just the right amount of definition without being stocky like some savanaclaw boys. a swimmer's body, maybe. riddle feels his breath catch in his chest, his ears growing hot when he realizes he's roving his gaze up and down. ]
...Perhaps trouble is exactly what I want.
[ his voice is soft and breathy. staring into mismatched, jewel-like eyes, riddle guides the other boy's hands to his own shirt, lining his fingertips up to the high buttons in silent encouragement, before reaching forward himself to slowly start working at floyd's pants. suddenly, they can't get into the damned tub fast enough. ]
Or maybe I'm the one looking to get you in a bit of trouble instead.
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despite his excitement and the thrill that causes color to warm his cheeks, floyd's hands are steady. they do everything except pull the damn clothes off, knowing he needs to show some kind of restraint--- let riddle be the one who takes charge. it's like opening presents on a holiday for an eager child, except what he finds beneath floyd's clothes are muscle and flesh, no sign of gills or fins, but a long and firm build that practically emulates the kind of form he'd take if he forgot to have the correct potions on hand. ]
Guess ya can't break rules that aren't written yet. [ he snickers, rolling his hips into riddle's hands. ] Or do ya wanna make some just so ya can do just that?~
[ floyd's eyes are laser focused on the smaller housewarden's as he finally gets to the last button, carefully pulling everything off as he leads them both toward the tub. ]
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[ what does that mean? admittedly, riddle isn't completely sure. he just knows that right now he wants floyd, there are no rules standing in his way, and even if there were, he's already defied a personal expectation of his; doubtless he could find a way to twist his way around it. within the walls of heartslabyul, riddle is the law, and it's a privilege he has no qualms with utilizing.
that emboldening nudge of hips against his hands gets riddle to work faster, his fingers deft but eager, an excitable and lofty smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he's half-aware as he follows floyd's steps towards the tub; by the time they're right next to it, riddle has finished undoing the other boy's pants, but rather than take them off as well, he gets to work on undressing himself. better to do it himself than run the risk of floyd popping his buttons in a fit of excitement.
to the surprise of no one, the queen's private bathroom is the pure definition of opulence, red and black and white wallpaper sporting haphazardly placed card suits, the checkered floor tile decorated with crimson heart-shaped inlays; the wall lamps are lush candelabras overflowing with red roses and dripping with rubies, the rose-shaped sconces emitting a soft and soothing glow. at the far end of the room lies the sink and all its awkwardly-proportioned glory, a dedicated powder counter just next to it where all manner of skincare products, perfumes, and even a makeup display sit, lovingly organized in front of a massive heart-shaped mirror.
of course the tub is enormous since it was modeled to accommodate the queen of hearts herself; the double-slipper tub set against the wall stands atop golden clawed feet, the telephone-style faucet mounted close behind letting loose a steady stream of steaming water, the temperature hot enough to lift dirt and soothe away the day's soreness without scalding the skin of delicate rose queens. thanks to its various enchantments, the water never seems to overflow and drains without issue. the garishly tall and misshapen rack of fresh towels and bathrobes are in arm's reach (well, riddle's arm's reach), making for the perfect bastion of relaxation down to the very end of one's bath.
riddle is hardly concerned with the end of their soak though. in fact, he's already divested himself of his blouse and boots by the time he's back to standing on his tiptoes to press a coquettish kiss to the merman's lips before easing his trousers and bloomers off his trim hips. ]
Come in with me.
[ stepping out of his pants, riddle hooks his fingers into the belt loops floyd's pants to lead him along until the small of his back meets the curved edge of the tub; he releases the other boy in favor of climbing in slowly, leaving floyd to remove the last of his clothing and join his queen in the fragrant water. ]
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it's being this bathroom that makes him feel... not so much awkward, but he doesn't particularly care for the aesthetic. funny how being part of a specific dorm changes his affinity towards certain colors and styles, but the reality is that octavinelle has been practically perfect for him. which is to say that it doesn't mean he dislikes the red and whites, the repeated imagery of the queen in the symbols and the motifs that decorate the bathroom. he can appreciate it when this is riddle's preferred place, but it's only because he's with riddle that he does. anyone else would get the silent and ignored treatment for sure.
once riddle is done leading them both to the bath, the first thing he catches is the scent of that water. floral, not overpoweringly sweet, and carries hints of what he could get when he presses his nose against riddle's skin on occasion. it's pleasant. does he think he's a perfect match for it? probably not, but.... that's okay. he prefers the salt, the warm ocean breeze, but this is good. he will enjoy it.
his pants are easily removed and he is left nude--- in the bare. and as he steps into follow, there's something that floyd has forgotten. it didn't seem that important before but right now, it feels very relevant. especially as he slides into the water on the opposite side of the tub, letting him face riddle with a grin that spreads across his face like melted butter. ]
Heh. Feels like we should've been doin' this more often.
[ floyd laughs languidly, completely ignorant of the fact that the sides of his head are beginning to pale. slowly but surely. the traces and ridges of fins starting to make themselves known. ]
we are so f*cking back
he doesn't do a very good job, what with how his gaze instantly shifts to the other side of the tub as floyd settles in with that boyish grin spreading across his face. his good mood is as infectious as ever, making it impossible for riddle to resist returning the smile with a soft and fond, albeit shy one of his own. there's something...intimate about bathing together. something mature. that being said, riddle notes that he doesn't feel nervous. ]
Mmm. I agree. I bet you can't soak to your heart's content like this in Octavinelle.
[ emboldened by floyd's laughter, riddle shifts onto his knees and crawls towards him. at first the bioluminescent markings rising to the surface of floyd's skin go amiss to him; when riddle is finally settled between the merman's thighs, however, it's impossible to miss the gradual shifting of human flesh into pointed aural fins at the side of floyd's head. ]
Floyd...!
[ with eyes wide from equal parts shock and panic, riddle lifts his hands but stops short of touching the merman's "ears", stunned and speechless save for a bit of choked garbling when he realizes just how blue-green the other boy's skin has become. yikes... it looks like there's no stopping what's about to happen, is there? ]
When is the last time you took your transformation potion? Do you remember? Do you have one with you now? Is it painful? Cats and bats...!
[ leave it to the chronic worrywart to, well, worry. he can't help it; riddle doesn't know the first thing about how these transformations feel or how quick they are. what he does know is if they follow the rules and report this to the infirmary, they're going to have a lot of paperwork to deal with...! ]
lets f*cking gooooo
but once riddle's in between him, he has no choice but to stare. to gawk. the tingling sensation of his body changing, reverting to its usual form is... different in this particular circumstance. in a way it's like an effortless strip tease. he doesn't have to do anything, no peeling or bending or rippling or tearing. it's just him beginning to show his normal state. the one that he was born with. as he looks down at his bent knees, he realizes that riddle being in between them might be a problem at some point? not quite yet. they haven't started to fuse. but his hands are beginning to show those claws and the webbing in between, and he sticks his lengthening tongue out at riddle in response to his questions. ]
Dunno. Probably a week or so ago. It was really bitter that time so I thought it was gonna last longer.
[ floyd is clearly wrong. still, looking at how worried riddle looks does instill a new emotion all together. is floyd now concerned? that when he looks back into those eyes, it's his own glowing one that raises with an arch. ]
What? I'm gonna be fiiiiiiiine. If anything, it feels real good. Probably one of the reasons why you don't normally see it happenin' around here.
[ there are only three mermen and if they ever do lapse in taking care of their potion needs, it doesn't happen in the open. that there is a lot that ends up being revealed: after all, they end up nude. nothing showing externally but the changes themselves...
well. riddle will find out.
he reaches up and strokes his little rose's head, pushing back a few of the more upset looking strands out of the way. ]
Just relax. If ya want, feel around. I'm not gonna stop a curious goldfishie from swimmin' around the unknown.
we dem boyzzzz
[ riddle continues to fret, brows knit with clear concern as he watches and stares intently as peachy-hued flesh gives way to something much more supple and slippery, fading into various jewelled tones. sparing a glance downward as he watches the merman's color make its way down his abdomen, riddle remembers what will no doubt be happening to floyd's legs soon, and hurriedly sidles over the other boy's thigh to instead sit at his side. of course his face turns bright red as he does, and he scolds himself mentally for thinking to take such a gratuitous look at the other boy.
by the time riddle looks back up, those fretful antennae of his get pushed back by a hand that's both strange but familiar. sure, it's hard not to feed off floyd's reassuring energy, but still, riddle clings to worry even as the final stretch of the merman's transformation occurs.
maybe touching him will help...? riddle swallows audibly before giving a determined nod. ]
Alright. I...want to touch you. But only to check on your body! I want to make sure you're okay!
[ a half-truth, but riddle doesn't dwell on it. instead, he lifts his tiny hands to cup floyd's cheeks first, and runs his thumbs over those bioluminescent markings on his face. riddle can't help staring in wide-eyed awe, utterly ensorceled as it finally dawns on him: he's this close to a merman, touching him, feeling him... ]
...May I kiss you?
[ the request escapes his lips before he even realizes it. ]
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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. ]
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luckily for the both of them, floyd played his cards right, so he won't need to work for his food this time. riddle even allows himself to be manhandled and pulled into the merman with little more than surprised gasp, no lecturing or scolding. his breath hitches when he sees that tongue, bigger and longer than what he's used to, emerge from the moray's deadly maw, only to drag up his face, cool yet somehow making riddle's entire body feel hot.
as he squirms to get himself more comfortable, riddle notices a light rise in flesh on floyd's lap, but situates himself underneath the slit so he isn't covering it with his bottom and leaves it at that. his knowledge of merfolk anatomy is limited to entry-level textbooks and when they embrace during their nighttime swims.
besides, there's no time to think about it, not when that thick tongue is filling his mouth and sliding down his throat. the noise riddle makes is a cross between a squeal and a whine, surprised but not unpleasantly so. it's so big, he thinks to himself in a daze, his body now ablaze from the inside-out, his cock shamefully hard as the sensation of his throat being filled just right makes his head spin. it isn't deep enough to choke, the tapered shape leaving just enough room for air to pass through, but it's still a rush riddle never knew was possible.
one tiny hand reaches up to thread through teal locks, only to give the webbing of floyd's "ear" a light caress with his fingertips. riddle's free hand perches on the merman's shoulder, squeezing it to anchor himself as he gives the moray's tongue a short, tentative suck.
he wonders if there's something in floyd's saliva that's supposed to stimulate his mate, because the simple act of sucking the merman's tongue sends another wave of heat through him, leaving him feeling as voracious as a carnivore. with a soft moan of need, riddle gives floyd's tongue another suck, followed by a long, filthy slurp.
in no time at all, he starts treating it as he would the other boy's cock, sucking and bobbing on it, moaning around the thickness in his mouth. ]
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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. ]