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Jason was not unfamiliar to staring. Living in a reef as a mer from a species that tended to stay closer to the darker parts of the oceans would absolutely get you stares and definitely did. Hell, Jason would say something if the mer in the area ever bothered to actually talk to him, or at least not jet away when they saw he saw them staring. But he supposed he was a little intimidating.
Coral reef mers, fish, and anything living near them really, tended to be on the smaller size. They were bright with neon colors and chipper on adverage especially compared to the near silent caverns and canyons Jason grew up with. His dark scales and glowing eyes were more than a little offputting to guppies that could barely pronounce biolumiscence let alone know what it means. Sometimes it felt like the very opposite of home, but when he thought back to the drop-off point he swam in as a merling or the sunken ship and dark caves he dipped in and out of in his youth, different felt like what he needed. At least neon neighbors were less annoying than the constant crushing sensation of the deep. Too much like bad memories.
The reef was nice, ignorning the stares and differences Jason was still trying to wrap his tail around. Big and open with plenty of clustered housing but also large fathoms for pods that liked their space. Jason, himself, had a nice tucked away cave that was still close enough to easily swim to his weekly weaving club and hunt for food if he wished or the local market when he was lazy. The crab from the corner stall was a great treat when he let himself enjoy snacks instead of trying to store them away. The owner, a clownfish mer, had even stopped watching him to see if he steals now. So who cares about a few wandering eyes now and then.
Except for one particular set of eyes.
"Evening!" Jason smiled and predictably the figure said absoloutely nothing in return. It wasn't unusual. Jason was pretty sure his strange neighbor was mute, but that wasn't the reason he was strange; he certainly wouldn't judge a mer for not speaking. It was the open-mouth gape the other always had and the almost frozen way he'd float if he saw Jason, and most of all those damn eyes. Bright, glassy, almost like those colored glass orbs Dick once showed him. They were always without fail giant and staring straight at Jason.
It was freaky at first, turning around and seeing those huge eyes and an unwavering gaze. Jason's pretty sure the mer doesn't even blink, or if he does, he's never seen it. Maybe he knew when Jason blinked and blinked at the same time…He looked long enough to figure out that pattern.
"What are you staring at?" He snapped once after a rough day. Too many whispers and looks, and he comes home to find someone watching him for a mistake even where he's supposed to feel carefree and relax, rest his fins. His stupid neighbor with his stare
But the mer didn't answer, didn't move, didn't apologize, but…He also didn't swim away like the other coral mers. He never did. He took Jason's anger, and he rocked slightly, letting the current sway him in place.
"Sorry," Jason rubbed at his arm, awkwardly. "That was— you didn't deserve that. Rough day, I'm sorry."
The mer said nothing, but his eyes almost got bigger? Was that possible? Was it a good thing? Jason knew a lot about other speicies and pods of mer, but admitedly he knew very little about moray eel mers. He knew they were coral mer, had large eyes (obiviously), and had two sets of jaws. Everything else was completely up above the waves.
From that day on, the mer still never said a word, but he did often leave Jason little gifts. There were a few shiny things, some jewelery that was nowhere near coral in making, some nice bottles that reflected the light when Jason hung them up. His favorite was when the smaller mer started bringing him food, something that Jason's heart beat way too fast at. After a childhood of searching near barron sea shelves, the thought of a steady supply was a meaningful gift even if the moray mer probably didn't mean it to be so important. It was a little embarassing how fast Jason's thoughts on the guy flipped from creepy to affectionate weirdo, but go with the flow, as they say.
So Jason took to chattering away at the guy. Maybe not a real name, but it felt rude to just make one up when the other mer probably had one already. He was a great listener and very sweet, bobbing his head when Jason paused for too long, and tilted his stare to the side if he trailed off. He seemed to really want to know what he was talking about. It was a one-sided conversation, but going off the increase in gifts and the ever present shadow he now had at all times, it was not a one-sided connection.
"I found the best catch at the market today! You know the crabby little fry that runs the stall with the nets all around it? Not the one near the anenome apartments but the bigger one towards the costal condos? I think he finally realized I'm not gonna eat him or somethin' because he gave me such a discount on their lobster! Do you want some?"
Jason turned to hold out the basket of crustaceons but nearly dropped it in shock as the moray mer was nearly directly behind him. He had floated up so they were at eye level, usually he'd be a bit smaller than Jason, but now he had a direct view of those large glassy eyes.
"Hi."
Jason reeled back. "You can talk? This whole time?"
The mer didn't answer, but he did swim up to stare closer again.
"What?"
"Pretty," Was the only other thing out of the mer's mouth.
Pretty? Jason looked around, but he couldn't tell what the guy was talking about. Their places were tucked away in caves near the reef, but nowhere close enough for coral to grow. So it wasn't like the spot was any prettier than the other rock structures in their part of the sea. There weren't any passing by mers with neon scales and woven coverings. It was practically impossible for the mer to be talking about Jason, but he just couldn't see no matter how he flipped his fins anything else he could be reffering to.
Sharks, Jason hadn't even put in the jewelery the other mer had given him! His scales were a bit out of sorts, and his seaweed wrap was ancient. He was dull even compared to the mer in front of him with his red scales and yellowish patterned dots. The only thing that came close was Jason's eyes which were a bright shining, quite literally as the sun went down, green in comparison to the glossy blue of the other's. Pretty? Really?
"Me?" It felt stupid to ask, but Jason couldn't help it. Besides, it couldn't be as weird as staring at someone for an eternity instead of talking to them!
The moray mer nodded almost frantically. His eyes never left Jason as he bobbed up and down in the water. "Mate?"
Jason choked on water. Mate? They hadn't even— except…maybe they had courted.
All those gifts the other left for him? The glass bottles in all their various shades and smoothness were eagerly accepted by Jason in front of the mer's view. He never tossed out the jewelry, and he not only took the food the other gave him, but he just reciprocated. And? To tell the truth? The little weirdo was cute. Stupid, maybe, but cute. Jason could do a lot worse for this season.
"You know what? Sure," Jason laughed. "Your stupid stare is kinda cute."
The other mer looked like he was about to shoot out of the water. He was vibrating faster than a guppy near a shark, and his eyes were pratically swallowing his face. He grabbed Jason's hand and tugged him towards his place.
"Wait!" Jason called as the surprisingly strong tail pushed him forwards. "I wanna know your name before I hold your eggs!"
That paused the mer for a second where he turned to Jason and squeezed tight around him. "Tim," he smiled and then pushed them into the cave, shoving driftwood in front of it.
Tim, apparently, led Jason through caves and turns until they emptied out into what was clearly his sleeping cave. There were strings of pearls hung up around the place and little bowls of seaglass. It was comfy, the deep inlay squished between two rocks was cushioned with seagrass and a growing patch of red algae. For once, the thought of pressure didn't seem daunting to Jason. It didn't bring up memories of nets and crates, but instead felt like a safe hideaway. Especially knowing that Tim would be there to protect him.
The mer let him have a moment to look around before pushing him into the seabed. His eyes were wide but so was his smile. Tim tugged lightly at the seaweed wrapped around Jason's chest, and he rolled his eyes a bit but smirked still.
"So that's what you were staring at," he joked and was rewarded by Tim's blush and silent stammering.
Still, it didn't distract him from his mission for long, and suddenly the colder water hit Jason's chest, pebbling his nipples from the chill. They were large, fitting for Jason's size, but still pretty sizable in comparison to his mate. Tim opened his mouth and grabbed on to his left tit, drawing a gasp from Jason. A long prehensible tongue slid out from between his lips, much longer than any mer's Jason had seen before. Right, moray eel and their two jaws.
Tim put his tongue to work, swirling around the aerola, nipping at the bud. Every now and then he'd pinch the other and switch to give both boobs equal attention. He squeezed and stroked with his hands and tongue and even his jaw. A sensation Jason didn't quite know how to describe. All he knew was the tugging and lapping at his chest was intoxicating and making Jason already moan louder than he normally did.
Finally, Tim let up on torturing his tits and glanced down at Jason's tail. His scales had parted slightly, revealing a slit that opened straight to his womb and a long but thin and pointed dick curling out of it that Tim quickly wrapped a hand around.
"Oh!" Jason groaned and rocked into the sensation. With all the movement he almost rose out of the bed, but Tim wrapped his thick tail around him, drawing them nearly chest to chest with just a tiny space to breathe and for Tim to work his hands and jaws, anchoring Jason to the ground.
With his quick but tight strokes and the long tongue still teasing his nipples, Jason shrieked as he started to feel his climax build.
"T-Tim, I'm gonna, uh uh-" Jason panted. He couldn't stop himself from trying to follow each sensation, pushing his heavy chest into the other mer's face, and contorting his tail to try to eek out more pleasure but Tim's tail held him tight.
Tim bit down on the side of his neck just as Jason screamed and scratched down his back. The blood floated through the water just as Jason's slit trembled and his sticky thin release flooded Tim's hand and covered his tail.
Jason moaned and felt out to where he could see Tim's tail bulging out ever so slightly. He could practically see how big those eggs were and his eyes rolled back at the thought of how wide his womb would spread.
"In!" Jason begged. "I need you inside."
Thankfully, Tim listened. He kissed him on the lips then down his neck muttering only a single, "pretty" before he slid a hand down to his own slit. He coaxed out a thick and pointed dick that curled and bent around his wrist. It was soaked with a thick pre-cum and the base looked like it was already trying to release his eggs. Tim held it straight and pressed in to Jason's slit.
"Gods," Jason panted, trying to breathe through the immense stretch. It was intense. Tim was not larger than him, but his dick was certainly made for a bigger entrance, and Jason could feel it. His slit was forced wide and the incoming pressure got more instense as occaisonally the apendage would twist and curl up as it entered. "Mmm, more."
Tim kept going. Every time Jason thought he was all the way in, he was met with another inch demanding its way into Jason's hole. There was a sudden harder pressure, like Tim had finally met the very end of what Jason could fit. That could only mean…
"My womb!" Jason grunted. "Please, in! Need you in!"
And Tim answered his wish. He gave a sharp thrust, tail holding Jason still as his body tried to jerk away from the near pain. Another had Jason grunting and shaking in place. And with the third, POP there was a flash of pain before wave after wave of pleasure, as Jason's very insides were stretched. The prehensile dick twisted out of the point it used to invade Jason's womb, and it explored his sensitive insides. There wasn't a single spot of space free in Jason's slit, but there had to be. After all, he thought to himself as he fluttered his eyes open and saw Tim's face scrunched in pleasure, there were still eggs to fit inside him.
The dick wiggled inside him before it straightened at the base. A thick bump travled up from Tim's crotch through his dick and Jason could immedietly feel when it reached his lips. His scales were pushed out of the way, none too gently, and the thick unwavering pressure told him the hard shells were trying to squeeze inside. His slit stretched impossibly wider, every spot inside rubbed over and over sending Jason squeezing tight around the pressure again. Tim gave a heavy grunt and deposited the first inside. It rolled around, forcing more space in Jason's already filled womb.
"Uh!" Jason moaned. Every time he breathed he could feel the shell rubbing up against his wall and the curled up dick that was pushing the egg around, like it was finding the right spot for it to sit.
"How, mmm, oh gods, how many?" Jason asked.
His kind was made to take tons of eggs but they were much much smaller than the single one Tim inserted inside him. He wasn't sure he could fit this one while it grew, let alone any more. It felt like he was going to pop in the most excruicating and pleasurable way all at once.
"Two more," Tim grunted out more than spoke. He could feel the way the other mer shook around him as he passed the eggs into him. The intense pressure, the unending pleasure, it was like a continous climax. Jason could barely breathe.
The next two came close together. It was clearly just as intense for Tim who was panting into Jason's mouth. His hands groped at his chest, squeezing a nipple when Jason arched his back and scratched at Tim's. The thick blunt pressure at his slit was forced quickly past his lips by another egg, leaving Jason choking and trembling in Tim's tail's grip. Two heavy and thick eggs tried to shove past each other, attempting to enter Jason at the same time.
"Tim! I can't! They're stretching me too far! Oh, oh! Gods!" Jason screamed. His lips were on fire, but the constant wiggling of the dick inside him and the heavy presence of the first egg filling up his womb was fogging his head with pleasure. It hurt but it hurt so good. He had never felt anything like it.
Finally, the eggs shoved past Jason's lips and he nearly cried as Tim tried to force his hand in along side them and his dick.
"What the waves are you doing? St-Sto-oh gods, please!"
It was so much worse as Tim fit his fingers inside his slit. Even his mate's thin fingers were too much with how far he was already stretched. Tears were streaming down Jason's face and falling into the water around them that was already clouded with their mating.
"Making them fit," Tim explained, as he wiggled the invading apendages further in. Jason nearly sobbed when they reached the eggs and gripped one, shoving one far forward and pulling another back. Jason squeezed tight around his mate's wrist and the second egg that popped into his womb. Once he could breathe again, he quickly lost that ability as Tim let go of the third egg and let it roll and force its way straight inside Jason.
"Tim!" Jason called out for a final time, as he shuddered around their clutch.
Tim called out in response, "Jason!" as his dick curled around the eggs inside his womb, wrapping them tight into a thick ball that had Jason squeezing tight against the heavy intrusion. Finally, Tim groaned and his warm release filled Jason's womb. There was another pop as his dick pulled out and Jason moaned.
"Ch-uh," Jason tried to speak. "Chest."
Tim seemed to understand as he pinched Jason's nipples, watching as Jason's dick spurted out a final thin amount of his release and folded itself back inside his slit, leaving a small nub peaking out of the top. He curiously bent down and licked at the nub, eagerly lapping up the slick covering the pulsing part. Jason cried as he felt his dick tuck in and his body accept the now fertilized clutch.
They stayed wrapped up in Tim's tail for a while after. Breathing heavily, cuddled together, and watching the clouded water gradually clear.
"So," Jason eventually spoke. "You can talk?"