And yet that still wasn't any kind of answer, a fact both of them knew. Yamamoto hadn't made a lot of demands of Chikusa in the time they'd known one another. Even their first meeting, that had been more of a trade off than anything, and Yamamoto had continued the trend for ages by plying Chikusa with various types of booze if he wanted to know something or merely wanted a guarantee that his ship wouldn't come under the threat of a pissed mer. For this, however? For this, he'd push a little, because it was too important for them to not know upfront where the other stood. Or... not stand. In the case of Chikusa. Well, it was a turn of phrase. Regardless. Even Chikusa seemed to understand the importance of it since, when he finally gave his answer, it was prefaced with those deep eyes slowly looking back into Yamamoto's own. "I want to touch you," he said, quiet as a dagger sliding right into Yamamoto's chest.
Yamamoto's immediate response was almost another tease, because they were certainly touching right then, weren't they? Except... He glanced down into the water, where he could see his body kicking to stay afloat. "Ha ha, whups."
"...What did you do."
"I mean, it's not really something I've done, rather, that my body did, on its own? Heh." Shameless to the very end, Yamamoto grinned. "I didn't think hearing you say that would affect me so much- whoa!" Mer could sometimes be a little bit blunt, depending on the particular race. He wasn't sure if that was true for all jellyfish mer, but it was certainly true in Chikusa's case. His hand shifted from Yamamoto's waist, drifting over the many bandanas and other similar cloths which Yamamoto liked to wrap there, and went a little more... towards the center. And down. There was no firm pressure, only a ghost of a touch to make out the bulge pressing against Yamamoto's pants, except that was somehow worse. He let out a slow shaky breath. "Uh, ha, Chikusa?"
Those dark eyes looked back up at his face again, the sunlight briefly catching them to make them see pale. "Can you even swim like this?"
"Yup!" It would be a little awkward and uncomfortable, and yet, that was something probably just about anyone experienced, growing up near the sea or any other body of water. Sometimes, you were a teenager, and sometimes, your body did really weird things. Pleasurable! But weird. "Want me to prove it?" He tilted his head backwards, looking up towards the translucent shape stretched up over them. Even this close, he wasn't entirely sure how it was attached to Chikusa. "Although I would have to dive under this, I guess."
"Don't bother." Without another word, Chikusa dipped underneath the water again... but just enough so that Yamamoto didn't smack his head into the bell. He could feel those long arms curl around his waist. That would have been fine, any other time. However, like this... Well. Certain aspects of his anatomy were definitely brushing against Chikusa, like at his shoulder. Yamamoto tried to control his breathing since, apparently that was the only thing he could control. As Chikusa patiently carried him along back to shore in a surprising show of effort, he took the time to see just how it looked from the mer's point of view. He'd always wondered what it was like, looking at the world from within what was essentially a bubble. It was... pretty strange, he had to admit. The world seemed sharper, somehow, enough that it almost made his head swim a little bit. Impressive, considering that it was still tinted those same shimmering colors that had stood out to him all the nights they'd met. Did this explain how Chikusa had never seemed particularly bothered with talking to Yamamoto besides raising his voice, never explicitly needing him to climb down every night?
"Ha! You could have told me that I was putting in all that effort mostly for myself instead of helping you out, you know." If Chikusa could hear him beneath the water, there wasn't any indication that he did.
When Chikusa resurfaced, it was only after they were in shallow enough waters that Yamamoto could stand up on his own two feet. "So this is where I pick up the slack, huh?" he asked the mer, winding his arms around that fragile waist with another laugh. That expectant look on Chikusa's face said all it needed to. Well, fair was fair, and he suspected that it wouldn't be a particularly huge task anyway. Chikusa might have been more sturdy than he looked, but he was also, well. He was a jellyfish. Bracing himself against the shallows, Yamamoto grunted a little as he gathered up the mer into his arms. As far as he could tell, the main reason that Chikusa even weighed anything at all was because there was just so much of him, with that frilly trail going on still into deeper waters. Trying to gather it all up into his arms would have been- well he would have had far better luck winning against Gokudera in a game of cards. Foregoing a princess style sort of carry, Yamamoto hauled him up vertically in his arms, relying on Chikusa to stay clinging to his shoulders and neck. "I'm lucky you're not similar to other mer, huh?"
Out of the water completely, and Chikusa's bell didn't have nearly as much buoyancy to it. As if to compensate in order to avoid any accidental poisonings, or maybe just make himself more comfortable, Chikusa slowly began to crawl up along Yamamot's shoulders until he was curled up near his head. Well, it was secure, that much was for sure. "What's that supposed to mean..."
"Can you imagine me hauling around a shark mer? I'm pretty strong, but not strong enough to haul that sort of person around so much!"
"Ha..." Now that was interesting. Chikusa didn't really laugh, or make laugh-like sounds, or even vaguely create noises that could distantly be related to laughter. Faintly, Yamamoto wondered if this had anything to do with someone else before the thought was promptly out of his mind as he hit the beach proper. He didn't go too far before he hoisted Chikusa up properly again so that he could flop down onto the sand without snagging his bell... or, worse, any of the many tentacles that flowed off of it. Fortunately, Chikusa seemed to have just enough control over them out of the water to keep anything from getting in the way once he realized what was happening, grunting as they fell. As usual, he didn't say anything, preferring instead to do that very slight narrowing of his eyes.
Repentance wasn't in Yamamoto's nature. He grinned some more, splayed out against the sand and hauling Chikusa a little better into position on top of him. "What? You said you wanted to touch me, right?"
There really were few things more fun than poking at the mer's stubborn and reluctant nature by calling out the obvious emotions he'd never cop to himself. Sure enough, he sunk his face down a little lower until his chin was against Yamamoto's chest where his shirt was partially open. There was that subtly sulky look again. Yet actions spoke louder than words... Without saying a single thing, Chikusa slunk a hand back down towards the bulge in Yamamoto's pants. His eyes watched the pirate intently, moving down towards Yamamoto's mouth when his breath hitched at the faintest increase of pressure. As that hand began to roam further inbetween Yamamoto's legs and up towards his belt.... And then Chikusa paused, frowning down at his pants.
Yamamoto needed a second before he realized what was wrong, and he couldn't stop his bark of laughter if he tried. "Having trouble with the belt?" he asked cheerfully, enjoying the way Chikusa glared down at his buckle as if that would make it disappear through sheer willpower and hatred.
"...Why are you wearing so much? I thought humans hated wearing so much clothing in the sun... And your chest isn't nearly as covered..."
"Just like how it looks," he said, which wasn't wrong. When he had his swords on him, they were handy for cleaning, impromptu bandages, temporary holders... "Need help?"
Chikusa kept up a facade of stubbornness for all of ten seconds before he let his hand flop down to the side with a huff. "I can't do it with one hand..."
A fair point, a fair point. It took a lot of dexterity to manage that kind of thing with a regular pair of pants. Add in the difficulty of a belt, and then his many bandannas... "Heh, then you might want to push yourself up. Got it?" No answer. All Chikusa did was obey quietly, hefting himself up by his palms until his body was blocking out most of the sunlight that filtered through his bell. He really looked beautiful this way, entirely different from the quiet glimpses in the night time or the full sprawling nature of his body in clear daytime water. Sunlight seemed to filter through him, colors drifting just past the pale stretch of his skin, and his eyes seemed to be an even deeper sort of purple. Yamamoto couldn't help himself; he reached upwards past the limp strands of Chikusa's hair and dragged him down for a kiss. Even outside of the water, Chikusa was soft and wet, with lips so pliable that he could stay there, sucking on them and kissing his way into his mouth, for what felt like hours. For all his quiet, for all his reserve, Chikusa clearly felt the same way. Without the use of his hands or words, he returned every single inch of affection with a focused and steady passion.
It still wasn't exactly as breathless as literally running out of air under the water was, but it was enough to have Yamamoto pleasantly flushed when he finally pulled away. "Hah. Wow. Ha ha, I hope your hair isn't like the tentacles."
"...Take off your pants already."
Well, he couldn't blame him for the rush- not with Yamamoto's crew members around somewhere, and not with how a mer was undeniably an aquatic creature and could only spend so much time on land. So he did his best to not get distracted again, as difficult as that was with Chikusa literally being right on top of him, and craned his neck so that he could look properly down at his pants. Taking everything off just seemed kind of silly, not to mention impossible when he'd have to move Chikusa off of him first. Undoing the front would have to be enough... and it definitely felt like enough when he let his arousal out into open air. Cool water combined with the sudden intense lack of restriction sent a shudder trembling throughout his whole body, and Yamamoto's head fell back into the sand with an exhilarated rush of air. That... That was much better. Yet not nearly as better as when Chikusa, not content to let him enjoy just a brief moment of freedom, slid his fingers against the length of him, prompting another shiver. Lube, water, saliva- none of it compared to the slick and temptingly smooth surface of the mer's palm as he wasted no time in circling his fingers around Yamamoto's cock.
And yet that wasn't where his attention was. Chikusa spared only a moment to enjoy the novelty of seeing a human dick, palm slow and exploratory, before he was looking directly back into Yamamoto's eyes. Chikusa's fingers were, above all else, experimental as he stroked and rubbed, pumped and slid, his finger all across his arousal. His dick, he realized, was really only a tool at the end of the day. A means to an end. What Chikusa was much more interested in, he quickly realized, were his reactions. Every twitch, what drew out gasps in contrast to moans, how his eyelashes would flutter at a particular slow twist of his fingers. How long had he been planning this encounter out? With how slowly Chikusa moved sometimes, Yamamoto couldn't but fantasize that it had been ages.
He wanted to dig his fingers into something, anything, but the sand was unsatisfying with how it slipped through his grasp so easily. At some point, he realized he had raised one hand up to brace against Chikusa's hip, and he realized this because that's when the mer looked away from his face to where his fingers were placed. They were right where a human's pelvis bone would have pressed out at and, for Chikusa, the start of where pale 'skin' began to become a little more thin in favor of color that would become all the more brilliant in the frills that stretched out past Yamamoto's feet.
"Not as easy to make you feel good, huh?" he breathed out, voice husky as he watched Chikusa let go of his arousal to lay his hand over Yamamoto's again. It hadn't really occurred to him, at least in depth, until just now. "Although I guess we can keep kissing-"
He tore through Chikusa's skin.
It was hard to say if he moved his thumb wrong, if Chikusa pressed down too hard with his own hand, or what. It probably didn't matter. All that mattered was that it had happened, that faint feel of resistance against his nail before he realized that his thumb had dipped in far more than it should have against something physical.
Yamamoto stared down for a second, a little bit stunned and somehow still with an erect dick despite himself. "Oh," he said numbly before he laughed again- his incurable habit that popped up during the worst moments most of the time.
In contrast, Chikusa didn't seem even remotely. As a matter of fact, he didn't even seem to be in pain at all. He only blinked down at the scene, Yamamoto's thumb partially through a paper thin slice into his would-be pelvis before giving what could arguably be called a nod. "This should work."
Chikusa moved his hand out of the way, and Yamamoto let him. He had seen a lot of weird shit in his life. In fact, occasionally, he was the one responsible for the weird shit in question. However, this was an entirely new experience, even for him, and so all he could say was, "Ha ha, work for what, exactly?"
A blank blink. "Humans... have sex like this, don't they? They stick a part of themselves into the hole of the other person..."
Yamamoto had always kind of assumed that everything had sex that way, but the ocean was pretty strange, so he let that pass by him. Instead, he took a moment to really think on that. "I mean, there's definitely a lot of sexual acts, I guess? And people are always making new ones, ha ha, so I was willing to be creative when it came to you." And he had assumed that he was going to have to be pretty creative in this particular sort of situation. Finally, he raised his hand again, a lot more soft as he ghosted his fingertips along the skin near to where the slit now was. "Are you okay? You didn't have to do that."
"It's fine." Chikusa was a little more insistent in pulling Yamamoto's hand this time, although there was still no sign of pain, true enough. Rather, he seemed almost more embarrassed than anything, dipping his chin down towards his chest slightly. It wasn't obvious, but it was a tell that Yamamoto had come to learn. "Now hold still."
Well, if he was certain. Yamamoto did as he was told, eyes trained on Chikusa while the mer carefully adjusted himself over his prone body. Chikusa said he wasn't in pain, so he would trust him on that fact... and he couldn't help but be curious as well. From the angle he was looking at and the small size of the slit, he couldn't really see just what was beneath the 'skin' of such a mer. All he could do was rely on his sense of touch, letting his eyes fall shut as Chikusa delicately began to lower his body down onto him. Even only a bit of his dick inside was enough to make him hiss, surprised at the utterly foreign sensation. The inside of Chikusa's body was too soft, too flexible, too much to be anything even remotely human. Yamamoto couldn't think of any other similar sensation. Soft ridges curved along his cock, so slick that the strange formation of them sucked him right in but firm enough that he couldn't slip out so easily. There was no question of if Chikusa could take him in fully, their bodies pressed fully against one another. Labored breathing directly before him forced Yamamoto to open his eyes, where he found himself face to face with the mer. There was no other be, not when they were joining in a way like this, where Chiksua was forced to lower himself. And this close... No, maybe even from a distance, Yamamoto would be able to see the blush that had blossomed across his face. Mer blushed like humans blushed, most of the time, but being something so foreign as a jellyfish seemed to change things. Instead of red, or pink, or even orange, Chikusa flushed a pale blue that crawled along his throat and jawline from the exertion of just lowering himself down onto Yamamoto's body.
That answered that. Still shivering from this new form of pleasure, he reached up to brace his hands against Chikusa's hips to help steady him. "I guess I don't have to worry about if you're enjoying the moment or not."
Chikusa's eyes flickered up to him from beneath half-lidded lashes. "...Shut up..." Breathing unsteadily himself, he raised his body up even as it still tried to cling to Yamamoto's cock. With his hands at his hip, he did his best to help the mer rise until just the very tip was still inside.
"Want help? I know you hate moving more than you ever need to."
"I just said..." There was no need to repeat himself. Chikusa let his actions do the talking for him, falling back onto Yamamoto's arousal so swiftly that he couldn't stop the way his hips bucked into that soft wet hole. His head rolled back, following the moan that came out of his mouth. When he opened his eyes again, Chikusa was near to his face again, but this time his eyelashes were dipped in a quiet but undeniably smug satisfaction. "Shut up."
"Bossy," Yamamoto breathed, smiling. Still, he could be good. It was worth it to roll his hips up against Chikusa's again and watch the mer duck his head down, shuddering in a way that couldn't be missed with the way they were right up against one another. Under the heat of the beach sun, it was a blessing to have the mer so close to him like this, and even the inside of his body seemed to warm up just enough to be comfortable. To be perfect. It was slow, almost a little awkward, as they adjusted to the strange position... but Yamamoto knew how to figure things out. Chikusa let him, even. While they couldn't go at breakneck speed, rutting like animals on the land would... Somehow this was almost more preferable. This was a mirror of their entire relationship, both with each other and the ocean that connected them so much: slow, steady, rolling into each other again and again until the cool quiet of everything began to steadily rise into an unbearable heat. Even with the way Yamamoto's body throbbed, aching for release, he kept careful. Chikusa was sturdy and delicate in equal measure, something that required an even more delicate hand than if he was only one or the other...
And, besides. This way, he got the perfect view of Chikusa slowly falling more and more into pleasure, jaw trembling with each attempt at holding back any sounds of arousal, his flush turning his skin a blue to match his lower half, and the way his insides constricted and twitched all around his cock. It was a torment onto him, too, but he considered it a price well paid for getting to see Chikusa in a way that he'd never seen him before. Wringing out a soft keen of pleasure, seeing the way he finally dug his fingers not into the sand but Yamamoto's shoulders, all while his body shook in the telltale way of release... That was enough for him, too.
Laying there in the afterglow, Chikusa sunk contentedly against his body while colors shifted through the bell that was still held over them, was enough for him.
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5
Yamamoto's immediate response was almost another tease, because they were certainly touching right then, weren't they? Except... He glanced down into the water, where he could see his body kicking to stay afloat. "Ha ha, whups."
"...What did you do."
"I mean, it's not really something I've done, rather, that my body did, on its own? Heh." Shameless to the very end, Yamamoto grinned. "I didn't think hearing you say that would affect me so much- whoa!" Mer could sometimes be a little bit blunt, depending on the particular race. He wasn't sure if that was true for all jellyfish mer, but it was certainly true in Chikusa's case. His hand shifted from Yamamoto's waist, drifting over the many bandanas and other similar cloths which Yamamoto liked to wrap there, and went a little more... towards the center. And down. There was no firm pressure, only a ghost of a touch to make out the bulge pressing against Yamamoto's pants, except that was somehow worse. He let out a slow shaky breath. "Uh, ha, Chikusa?"
Those dark eyes looked back up at his face again, the sunlight briefly catching them to make them see pale. "Can you even swim like this?"
"Yup!" It would be a little awkward and uncomfortable, and yet, that was something probably just about anyone experienced, growing up near the sea or any other body of water. Sometimes, you were a teenager, and sometimes, your body did really weird things. Pleasurable! But weird. "Want me to prove it?" He tilted his head backwards, looking up towards the translucent shape stretched up over them. Even this close, he wasn't entirely sure how it was attached to Chikusa. "Although I would have to dive under this, I guess."
"Don't bother." Without another word, Chikusa dipped underneath the water again... but just enough so that Yamamoto didn't smack his head into the bell. He could feel those long arms curl around his waist. That would have been fine, any other time. However, like this... Well. Certain aspects of his anatomy were definitely brushing against Chikusa, like at his shoulder. Yamamoto tried to control his breathing since, apparently that was the only thing he could control. As Chikusa patiently carried him along back to shore in a surprising show of effort, he took the time to see just how it looked from the mer's point of view. He'd always wondered what it was like, looking at the world from within what was essentially a bubble. It was... pretty strange, he had to admit. The world seemed sharper, somehow, enough that it almost made his head swim a little bit. Impressive, considering that it was still tinted those same shimmering colors that had stood out to him all the nights they'd met. Did this explain how Chikusa had never seemed particularly bothered with talking to Yamamoto besides raising his voice, never explicitly needing him to climb down every night?
"Ha! You could have told me that I was putting in all that effort mostly for myself instead of helping you out, you know." If Chikusa could hear him beneath the water, there wasn't any indication that he did.
When Chikusa resurfaced, it was only after they were in shallow enough waters that Yamamoto could stand up on his own two feet. "So this is where I pick up the slack, huh?" he asked the mer, winding his arms around that fragile waist with another laugh. That expectant look on Chikusa's face said all it needed to. Well, fair was fair, and he suspected that it wouldn't be a particularly huge task anyway. Chikusa might have been more sturdy than he looked, but he was also, well. He was a jellyfish. Bracing himself against the shallows, Yamamoto grunted a little as he gathered up the mer into his arms. As far as he could tell, the main reason that Chikusa even weighed anything at all was because there was just so much of him, with that frilly trail going on still into deeper waters. Trying to gather it all up into his arms would have been- well he would have had far better luck winning against Gokudera in a game of cards. Foregoing a princess style sort of carry, Yamamoto hauled him up vertically in his arms, relying on Chikusa to stay clinging to his shoulders and neck. "I'm lucky you're not similar to other mer, huh?"
Out of the water completely, and Chikusa's bell didn't have nearly as much buoyancy to it. As if to compensate in order to avoid any accidental poisonings, or maybe just make himself more comfortable, Chikusa slowly began to crawl up along Yamamot's shoulders until he was curled up near his head. Well, it was secure, that much was for sure. "What's that supposed to mean..."
"Can you imagine me hauling around a shark mer? I'm pretty strong, but not strong enough to haul that sort of person around so much!"
"Ha..." Now that was interesting. Chikusa didn't really laugh, or make laugh-like sounds, or even vaguely create noises that could distantly be related to laughter. Faintly, Yamamoto wondered if this had anything to do with someone else before the thought was promptly out of his mind as he hit the beach proper. He didn't go too far before he hoisted Chikusa up properly again so that he could flop down onto the sand without snagging his bell... or, worse, any of the many tentacles that flowed off of it. Fortunately, Chikusa seemed to have just enough control over them out of the water to keep anything from getting in the way once he realized what was happening, grunting as they fell. As usual, he didn't say anything, preferring instead to do that very slight narrowing of his eyes.
Repentance wasn't in Yamamoto's nature. He grinned some more, splayed out against the sand and hauling Chikusa a little better into position on top of him. "What? You said you wanted to touch me, right?"
There really were few things more fun than poking at the mer's stubborn and reluctant nature by calling out the obvious emotions he'd never cop to himself. Sure enough, he sunk his face down a little lower until his chin was against Yamamoto's chest where his shirt was partially open. There was that subtly sulky look again. Yet actions spoke louder than words... Without saying a single thing, Chikusa slunk a hand back down towards the bulge in Yamamoto's pants. His eyes watched the pirate intently, moving down towards Yamamoto's mouth when his breath hitched at the faintest increase of pressure. As that hand began to roam further inbetween Yamamoto's legs and up towards his belt.... And then Chikusa paused, frowning down at his pants.
Yamamoto needed a second before he realized what was wrong, and he couldn't stop his bark of laughter if he tried. "Having trouble with the belt?" he asked cheerfully, enjoying the way Chikusa glared down at his buckle as if that would make it disappear through sheer willpower and hatred.
"...Why are you wearing so much? I thought humans hated wearing so much clothing in the sun... And your chest isn't nearly as covered..."
"Just like how it looks," he said, which wasn't wrong. When he had his swords on him, they were handy for cleaning, impromptu bandages, temporary holders... "Need help?"
Chikusa kept up a facade of stubbornness for all of ten seconds before he let his hand flop down to the side with a huff. "I can't do it with one hand..."
A fair point, a fair point. It took a lot of dexterity to manage that kind of thing with a regular pair of pants. Add in the difficulty of a belt, and then his many bandannas... "Heh, then you might want to push yourself up. Got it?" No answer. All Chikusa did was obey quietly, hefting himself up by his palms until his body was blocking out most of the sunlight that filtered through his bell. He really looked beautiful this way, entirely different from the quiet glimpses in the night time or the full sprawling nature of his body in clear daytime water. Sunlight seemed to filter through him, colors drifting just past the pale stretch of his skin, and his eyes seemed to be an even deeper sort of purple. Yamamoto couldn't help himself; he reached upwards past the limp strands of Chikusa's hair and dragged him down for a kiss. Even outside of the water, Chikusa was soft and wet, with lips so pliable that he could stay there, sucking on them and kissing his way into his mouth, for what felt like hours. For all his quiet, for all his reserve, Chikusa clearly felt the same way. Without the use of his hands or words, he returned every single inch of affection with a focused and steady passion.
Re: 5
"...Take off your pants already."
Well, he couldn't blame him for the rush- not with Yamamoto's crew members around somewhere, and not with how a mer was undeniably an aquatic creature and could only spend so much time on land. So he did his best to not get distracted again, as difficult as that was with Chikusa literally being right on top of him, and craned his neck so that he could look properly down at his pants. Taking everything off just seemed kind of silly, not to mention impossible when he'd have to move Chikusa off of him first. Undoing the front would have to be enough... and it definitely felt like enough when he let his arousal out into open air. Cool water combined with the sudden intense lack of restriction sent a shudder trembling throughout his whole body, and Yamamoto's head fell back into the sand with an exhilarated rush of air. That... That was much better. Yet not nearly as better as when Chikusa, not content to let him enjoy just a brief moment of freedom, slid his fingers against the length of him, prompting another shiver. Lube, water, saliva- none of it compared to the slick and temptingly smooth surface of the mer's palm as he wasted no time in circling his fingers around Yamamoto's cock.
And yet that wasn't where his attention was. Chikusa spared only a moment to enjoy the novelty of seeing a human dick, palm slow and exploratory, before he was looking directly back into Yamamoto's eyes. Chikusa's fingers were, above all else, experimental as he stroked and rubbed, pumped and slid, his finger all across his arousal. His dick, he realized, was really only a tool at the end of the day. A means to an end. What Chikusa was much more interested in, he quickly realized, were his reactions. Every twitch, what drew out gasps in contrast to moans, how his eyelashes would flutter at a particular slow twist of his fingers. How long had he been planning this encounter out? With how slowly Chikusa moved sometimes, Yamamoto couldn't but fantasize that it had been ages.
He wanted to dig his fingers into something, anything, but the sand was unsatisfying with how it slipped through his grasp so easily. At some point, he realized he had raised one hand up to brace against Chikusa's hip, and he realized this because that's when the mer looked away from his face to where his fingers were placed. They were right where a human's pelvis bone would have pressed out at and, for Chikusa, the start of where pale 'skin' began to become a little more thin in favor of color that would become all the more brilliant in the frills that stretched out past Yamamoto's feet.
"Not as easy to make you feel good, huh?" he breathed out, voice husky as he watched Chikusa let go of his arousal to lay his hand over Yamamoto's again. It hadn't really occurred to him, at least in depth, until just now. "Although I guess we can keep kissing-"
He tore through Chikusa's skin.
It was hard to say if he moved his thumb wrong, if Chikusa pressed down too hard with his own hand, or what. It probably didn't matter. All that mattered was that it had happened, that faint feel of resistance against his nail before he realized that his thumb had dipped in far more than it should have against something physical.
Yamamoto stared down for a second, a little bit stunned and somehow still with an erect dick despite himself. "Oh," he said numbly before he laughed again- his incurable habit that popped up during the worst moments most of the time.
In contrast, Chikusa didn't seem even remotely. As a matter of fact, he didn't even seem to be in pain at all. He only blinked down at the scene, Yamamoto's thumb partially through a paper thin slice into his would-be pelvis before giving what could arguably be called a nod. "This should work."
Chikusa moved his hand out of the way, and Yamamoto let him. He had seen a lot of weird shit in his life. In fact, occasionally, he was the one responsible for the weird shit in question. However, this was an entirely new experience, even for him, and so all he could say was, "Ha ha, work for what, exactly?"
A blank blink. "Humans... have sex like this, don't they? They stick a part of themselves into the hole of the other person..."
Yamamoto had always kind of assumed that everything had sex that way, but the ocean was pretty strange, so he let that pass by him. Instead, he took a moment to really think on that. "I mean, there's definitely a lot of sexual acts, I guess? And people are always making new ones, ha ha, so I was willing to be creative when it came to you." And he had assumed that he was going to have to be pretty creative in this particular sort of situation. Finally, he raised his hand again, a lot more soft as he ghosted his fingertips along the skin near to where the slit now was. "Are you okay? You didn't have to do that."
"It's fine." Chikusa was a little more insistent in pulling Yamamoto's hand this time, although there was still no sign of pain, true enough. Rather, he seemed almost more embarrassed than anything, dipping his chin down towards his chest slightly. It wasn't obvious, but it was a tell that Yamamoto had come to learn. "Now hold still."
Well, if he was certain. Yamamoto did as he was told, eyes trained on Chikusa while the mer carefully adjusted himself over his prone body. Chikusa said he wasn't in pain, so he would trust him on that fact... and he couldn't help but be curious as well. From the angle he was looking at and the small size of the slit, he couldn't really see just what was beneath the 'skin' of such a mer. All he could do was rely on his sense of touch, letting his eyes fall shut as Chikusa delicately began to lower his body down onto him. Even only a bit of his dick inside was enough to make him hiss, surprised at the utterly foreign sensation. The inside of Chikusa's body was too soft, too flexible, too much to be anything even remotely human. Yamamoto couldn't think of any other similar sensation. Soft ridges curved along his cock, so slick that the strange formation of them sucked him right in but firm enough that he couldn't slip out so easily. There was no question of if Chikusa could take him in fully, their bodies pressed fully against one another. Labored breathing directly before him forced Yamamoto to open his eyes, where he found himself face to face with the mer. There was no other be, not when they were joining in a way like this, where Chiksua was forced to lower himself. And this close... No, maybe even from a distance, Yamamoto would be able to see the blush that had blossomed across his face. Mer blushed like humans blushed, most of the time, but being something so foreign as a jellyfish seemed to change things. Instead of red, or pink, or even orange, Chikusa flushed a pale blue that crawled along his throat and jawline from the exertion of just lowering himself down onto Yamamoto's body.
That answered that. Still shivering from this new form of pleasure, he reached up to brace his hands against Chikusa's hips to help steady him. "I guess I don't have to worry about if you're enjoying the moment or not."
Chikusa's eyes flickered up to him from beneath half-lidded lashes. "...Shut up..." Breathing unsteadily himself, he raised his body up even as it still tried to cling to Yamamoto's cock. With his hands at his hip, he did his best to help the mer rise until just the very tip was still inside.
"Want help? I know you hate moving more than you ever need to."
"I just said..." There was no need to repeat himself. Chikusa let his actions do the talking for him, falling back onto Yamamoto's arousal so swiftly that he couldn't stop the way his hips bucked into that soft wet hole. His head rolled back, following the moan that came out of his mouth. When he opened his eyes again, Chikusa was near to his face again, but this time his eyelashes were dipped in a quiet but undeniably smug satisfaction. "Shut up."
"Bossy," Yamamoto breathed, smiling. Still, he could be good. It was worth it to roll his hips up against Chikusa's again and watch the mer duck his head down, shuddering in a way that couldn't be missed with the way they were right up against one another. Under the heat of the beach sun, it was a blessing to have the mer so close to him like this, and even the inside of his body seemed to warm up just enough to be comfortable. To be perfect. It was slow, almost a little awkward, as they adjusted to the strange position... but Yamamoto knew how to figure things out. Chikusa let him, even. While they couldn't go at breakneck speed, rutting like animals on the land would... Somehow this was almost more preferable. This was a mirror of their entire relationship, both with each other and the ocean that connected them so much: slow, steady, rolling into each other again and again until the cool quiet of everything began to steadily rise into an unbearable heat. Even with the way Yamamoto's body throbbed, aching for release, he kept careful. Chikusa was sturdy and delicate in equal measure, something that required an even more delicate hand than if he was only one or the other...
And, besides. This way, he got the perfect view of Chikusa slowly falling more and more into pleasure, jaw trembling with each attempt at holding back any sounds of arousal, his flush turning his skin a blue to match his lower half, and the way his insides constricted and twitched all around his cock. It was a torment onto him, too, but he considered it a price well paid for getting to see Chikusa in a way that he'd never seen him before. Wringing out a soft keen of pleasure, seeing the way he finally dug his fingers not into the sand but Yamamoto's shoulders, all while his body shook in the telltale way of release... That was enough for him, too.
Laying there in the afterglow, Chikusa sunk contentedly against his body while colors shifted through the bell that was still held over them, was enough for him.