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The tips of Nicholas’s ears burned hotter as he opened his laptop, the whir of the fan and blinking light as it powered on catching the lump in his throat that refused to be swallowed down. The feeling was familiar, though he could never truly identify it; he never let himself linger on the emotions too long, picking himself apart and looking inwards was always terrifying. It lingered somewhere between shame and compunction, digging itself deep into his skin until he could feel it ignite his entire being, taking control until it was finally able to be drowned out.
The camming site's home screen felt embarrassing enough, pointedly feeding into the clandestine nature of watching non-humans. Nicholas knew it was directed towards him, towards the deep, inkling feeling it was wrong, perverse to be scrolling deeper as pop-ups of weres thrice the size of the small hybrid they were burying into would be promptly closed before the hammering of his heart would quicken to a pace that’d surely choke him.
Nicholas never considered non-humans when he was younger. He wasn’t particularly shielded; his parents were mostly indifferent that it wasn’t a conversation that popped up often enough for him to form any opinion other than note the occasional side glance his mother would give them on the rare chance they spotted one running errands. He grew up in a large city where, despite the presence of communities around in his neighbourhood, the divide was still present. Probably more so where he lived. It was better now, at least in Seoul; it was more acceptable to mingle, or at least be seen out in areas that were silently and mutually known as monster-only.
Even when he first started diving deeper into porn sites to jerk off, it had taken a while for Nicholas to pluck up any form of willpower to delve deeper into his curiosities; he already knew the way his eyes would linger when they passed a non-human, taking in as much as he could before he was forced to pull his attention away. He could feel as he got older, the way his mind would drift and his cock would stir in his pants, his body ignoring how much he tried to suppress it.
It wasn’t hard to find, most porn or camming sites had their own section dedicated to it. It made him feel less like a pervert, knowing it wasn’t as elusive and scarce as he had assumed when he was younger, too scared his tastes were leaning into something taboo to search for it. Afternoons after classes eventually spent scrolling, first from curiosity, then he allowed himself to watch.
Nicholas wasn’t sure when he had started watching Juju, when it became as much of a habit as midnight visits to the CU next to his apartment. He never expected it to take over any aspect of his life, yet here he was. Juju was just easy to fixate on.
It had started with a stream, the preview plastered all over the site he had just opened, enticing enough that Nicholas didn't hesitate to click on it. Then it became part of his routine, a consuming distraction that took over his Tuesday and Friday afternoons when Juju’s streams were scheduled.
Then Nicholas discovered the films, half easily accessed and reuploaded on any porn site that catered to non-humans, the rest hidden behind a paywall that Nicholas readily opened his wallet for. Then, eventually, the backlog was enough for two days to turn into almost every night.
Juju wasn’t his first; he had seen plenty of other streams, human and not. But Juju was his first fixation, his first time finding something he’d let consume him, as much as he told himself it didn’t.
The bedroom was dark, curtains drawn as tightly shut as they could go, as if hiding from the early afternoon sun would distract him from the fact that he had run home from work just to jerk off to a camboy before the night had even begun to darken the sky. The room was barely illuminated by the dimmed laptop, his eyes glancing towards the time as his fingers drummed impatiently against the keyboard as if it’d open the page faster by sheer will. He barely left himself enough time to undress, his pants left where they pooled as he let them fall before quickly settling on the bed, propping himself up as the warmth of the laptop already making pinpricks of sweat begin to break out above his lip.
The first thing Nicholas saw as the stream loaded and finally filled his screen was wide eyes staring into the camera before backing up. Close and wide enough, Nicholas could make out the whites that were usually swallowed by the icy grey of his iris and the rounded translucent yellow lens of his pupil flashing as it dilated back to something closer to its usual slit.
Juju was still mostly clothed as he found his spot back in the centre of the room, the focus adjusting around him for a brief moment as Nicholas quickly took in the scene. Streams in Juju’s room weren’t necessarily surprising, or at least ones in a completely human form, not like the more intricate sets at what Nicholas presumed were rented, too large and elaborate to be his own.
Unlike anything he filmed that aligned itself with a proper production, streams were limited to a base of three settings; the tank-like pool or anything outdoors seemed already out of the picture. The bedroom, however, in Nicholas’s fantasy, was Juju’s own, a glimpse of something more intimate and private that Nicholas was allowed into.
He knew today wouldn’t be something grand, in the production sense at least; he had already seen the teasers posted earlier, smart enough to open them once he had retreated to the safety of a toilet stall during lunch. The first picture wasn't exactly risque; close up enough, most of Juju’s body was concealed as he lay sprawled out on the bed. Hair fanned around his head, and his chin tilted to the side, showing off the pattern of scales that lined the small, flared-out dorsal fin as his neck twisted and stretched. There wasn’t much skin exposed, barely a taste as the swell of his pec was cut off, and the photo was cropped just above his parted lips, tongue peeking out from behind his teeth. It was innocent enough, at least compared to the rest. The caption already enough of a hint for that.
It was simple yet insinuating enough, let's vote for later~, Nicholas’s finger hovering over the reply. His grip around the phone tightened as he clicked the next tweet open, the pictures more or less the same, yet Nicholas already knew the winner.
As simple as the preview was, cropping off almost everything other than a close-up of fingers and silicone, enough of a hint that it was obvious what the clear difference between the two images was. They didn’t detail much, at least compared to other things Juju had teased. Other posts far more scandalous have popped up on his feed in far more public settings, yet he couldn’t help but shift in his seat as if that were enough to expel the second rush that coursed through him.
They were just of Juju’s hand; the only difference was the dildos he was holding. The first was human-like and fitted snugly in his hand. They tended to be popular, mimicking an average person enough that it was easy to imagine it was your own cock, Juju certainly knew his viewers did. It was more unassuming in comparison to the second, ridged and bulbous, the tip already thicker than the previous; Juju’s hand barely able to wrap around the final bulb at the base.
The lump in Nicholas's throat was as persistent as his phone was at reminding him of the notification, yet he couldn’t bring himself to clear it away. It followed him incessantly at the back of his mind as he tried pushing it as deep as it could go until his shift had finally come to an end. Work was at least distracting and distancing enough; its lingering presence at least retreated until it was barely a silent incentive for Nicholas to get through the rest of the day.
It was easier to breathe as the relief finally settled into his chest once Juju began replying to some comments. Nicholas knew if he ever spoke the words out loud, he’d sound deranged or delusional, and either would probably fit if Nicholas let himself believe whatever emotions he felt. However, there was something he always enjoyed, watching Juju get comfortable, basking as much as he could in the illusion it was something more personal than the reality of what it was, almost as if Juju was talking to him only.
“I have something coming out tonight.” The announcement was enough to snap Nicholas to attention, his chest beginning to twist in excitement as he watched the glint in Juju’s eyes shine with something mischievous. “I haven’t filmed anything in a while, and I wasn’t able to plan much today, so I thought I’d give you a treat.”
Juju sat back on his knees, eyes squinting slightly as they scanned the monitor off camera. He wasn’t dressed particularly modestly, not like other streams where he’d slowly undress the more the tips flowed in. His oversized shirt spilling over the shorts that were short enough, each shift that caused them to ride up ever so slightly showed the curved line of his ass. Distracting enough, Nicholas hadn’t particularly paid much mind to the questions and comments Juju had begun replying to, busied by watching as Juju’s shirt shifted each time he rocked forward to read a message; slipping down over his shoulder, low enough to hang over his prominent collarbone and expose the lines of his chest.
“No spoilers,” Juju’s finger pressed over his lips, lips tweaking into a smile. “Who voted earlier?” he finally asked, leaning to the side, eyes flicking to something off camera. “You’re curious, right?”
Nicholas hadn’t voted in the poll that Juju had left, as obvious as the winner felt to him, it still didn't dampen the anticipation that flickered in his chest. Stirring and clawing faster the moment Juju reached off-camera.
It looked bigger, more daunting as Juju held it out in front of him, almost dwarfing his hand in comparison. The picture didn't have a particularly large amount of care put into it when Juju had taken it, hurried and quick just for the post, the angle was barely complimentary to what it was now. Juju’s hand followed the shape as it ran down the side, it wasn’t the first time he had used something similar, what type of cock it mimicked Nicholas couldn’t remember, however it was certainly not as big as the one now. It wasn’t extreme, at least not for Juju’s body yet the thought of something splitting a human open that way sent a spark down Nicholas’s spine, his skin tingling.
“It was close,” the comments seemed to come out faster once Juju had suctioned it to the ground in front of him, his eyes watching the tips pour in until he leaned back again, thumb hooking the bottom of the shirt. “So impatient, I’m guessing you want this off then?”
Nicholas could see the chat begin to speed up, tips pouring in faster the moment Juju’s hands twitched ever so slightly, the movement subtle yet enough of a hint that Nicholas could feel his heart beginning to hammer faster.
Gills fluttered briefly as Juju’s shirt finally slipped off before pressing tightly shut again. His arms reached over his head as he shrugged it off, ribs protruding as his long torso stretched upwards. Sitting as he was, his posture slightly hunched and legs shielding part of it, it was harder to tell the mismatch of proportions. The way his waist pulled in too tight, too thin, and stretched too long. It was still obvious in other ways; the skin from the base of his sternum that disappeared past the waistband of his pants was slightly different, thinner as if it were being stretched past its limit, enhancing the greys of his pallor and blues of his veins. Almost as if a single reach too far threatened to tear the delicate membrane.
“What do you want to see today?” Juju’s hand rubbed along his crotch, sitting up straighter as his knees spread apart slightly, the chat picking up again. “You should know the drill by now.”
Nicholas’s hand hovered over the keyboard; he never really cared for what specific genitals Juju used, his preferences leaning to how they naturally were rather than Juju’s tendency to shift them to something more human, depending on what flooded the comments alongside a decent enough tip. Even if he did bother to bid alongside the others, he knew it’d get drowned out by the chat as the words pussy and dick were spammed until they were the only words that filled Nicholas’s screen until Juju finally spoke again.
“We have a winner,” the chat exploded, Juju stretching the pause a moment longer as if relishing in the attention, “shall we get started?”
The slide of his pants down felt more than deliberate, his skin slightly irritated, small divots where parts of the ruching from the elastic bit into his hips. The movement was slow, agonising as the small, sly smile never left Juju’s face until it finally reached the reveal of his cunt, the skin flushed, mottled blue and glistening wet.
It was like the rest of Juju, almost human. Close enough at a glance, yet the longer Nicholas seemed to look, the details seemed to blur, missing parts as if it were moulded from a vague memory. The barest changes make the second glance feel more analytical.
His hand splayed over his chest, skin divoting where claws began to dig in, sharp enough that Nicholas could almost feel the bite, his cock twitching at the thought. Juju was always deliberate. Some days he’d stretch streams, taking his time edging himself until the clock ticked by long enough for the daylight to fade and the faint light of the moon made the shadows of the night dance around him when Juju finally came. Others were more direct, as if shadowed by the ticking clock and an unspoken desperation that would envelop the space between each movement.
Today was the latter. There was no foreplay, seconds barely wasted on a breath as Juju’s fingers split into a V as they trailed down his stomach. He leaned back a little more, knees beginning to spread as if trying to press his cunt as close to the camera as he could, as his middle finger brushed against the small mound that almost resembled a clit.
The pause was brief, hardly enough to warrant the sharp jolt that ran through Juju’s body, legs trembling as he pressed his finger down harshly. Moving on fast enough, Nicholas could hardly take the time to enjoy the way Juju’s lips parted and chest filled with air, the short gasp deflating as his attention moved towards his cunt.
Slick had already begun to roll down the side of his leg, clear and glistening, glinting against the bright ring light that shone onto him. His finger pressed against his hole, more cum dripping down and coating it as his stomach tensed and his hole clenched against nothing. Teasing barely for a moment, the sly smile only growing as his other fingers slowly spread himself, labia replaced by frills not too dissimilar to the ones that lined his gills, the red and pink bright against his skin.
They seemed soft, malleable, as fingers pressed into them, the edges seeming to curl into the touch, rewarding him with the faintest flutter before Juju finally slipped his fingers inside. It seemed so effortless, unlike the tauntness of unyielding muscle Nicholas had whenever he tried with himself, as if Juju were made to take it. The silence was interrupted by the faint sound of squelching and deep, unsteady breaths.
Nicholas’s cock began to ache uncomfortably against the fabric of his underpants, the wet patch quickly blooming into something large enough that the embarrassment almost outweighed the annoyance at the realisation he’d need to soak them later. The thought took up enough of his mind that he almost didn’t notice as Juju finally removed his fingers, coated in enough slick that it began to web between them as they parted.
Patience wasn’t a virtue Nicholas necessarily prided himself on, at least not when it came to Juju. The click of his lube and the echoed moan that came from his laptop could barely drown the sound of his heart racing as Juju finally reached for the dildo, fingers carefully spreading his own slick against the hilt.
Two fingers didn’t seem enough for prep as the tip pressed against Juju’s hole, slick already collecting at the top of the shaft as he began to sink down slowly. Lips parting as a sharp gasp was punched out of his chest, though Nicholas was sure it was closer for show than any sign of struggle, his face barely twitching once he had taken it completely. His focus returned to reading the chat, the slight distension of his lower stomach being the only indicator of the large intrusion.
Nicholas’s cock twitched in his hand, grip tightening as the faint image of Juju’s cunt being what was swallowing him played faintly on his mind as he gave his wrist a short flick.
He could feel the way his heart hammered in his chest, his skin vibrating as it thumped against his rib cage, loud and consuming. The final anticipation overflowing and spilling around him until the air became difficult to swallow and the surroundings faded into black; his screen was the only light source whilst the rest of the world lay forgotten.
Juju wasn’t vocal, not like others he had watched, where loud whimpers bounced off his walls, and he had to slam his fingers down onto the mute button before his housemate at the time overheard. Now, his volume inched up higher to catch every sound that Juju would try to muffle.
Juju’s fingers curled into the sheets, head tilting back and mouth agape, tongue poking slightly between sharp teeth as his hips rolled forward. The moment of tested hesitation didn’t last; his movements became more sure, desperate as he found his pace.
Nicholas wasn’t sure if it was subconscious or not, the desperation and delusion that seemed to overwhelm him even for a moment, for it to be his cock inside Juju now as his hand tried to match the pace at which Juju bounced on the dildo. The fantasy that played at the back of his head tasting a little closer than it did before as he imagined it was his cock disappearing inside Juju.
Slick had begun to pool under Juju, the patch growing the closer he got, his movements growing more jerky as his grip left the sheets and returned back to his clit, rubbing almost in pace with his thrusts, erratic as he grew closer.
Nicholas could almost taste the desperation; it rolled off of Juju and wet his tongue, salty and overpowering, reminiscent of his own. The arousal that had been gently breathing on the back of his neck had already begun sinking its claws into his chest, squeezing tighter until his skin prickled and his breath hitched.
He could feel the buzz under his skin as sweat stuck to every inch of him, and the pressure that was coiling deep inside the pit of his stomach began to press forward. His cock aching and each stroke grew faster, the care he had before forgotten as the edge crept forward and the need to spill over was suddenly overwhelming.
The guilt didn’t last, not as the sight between half-closed eyes took more shape as Juju’s back arched and legs shook uncontrollably, threatening to buckle. His orgasm crashed down as his finger paused over his clit, barely able to move, cum spilled around the dildo, dripping down until it finally slid out of him, the rest trickling like a tap that wasn’t closed properly.
Nicholas finally let his focus waver, the laptop forgotten as his eyes squeezed shut, body tensing as he let the orgasm take hold. Cum hit his chest and stomach, the usual care he had for mess momentarily forgotten as he swallowed deep breaths. Desperate for air as if he had forgotten how to breathe.
The stream had begun reaching its end by the time the fuzziness around the edges of his vision faded and the throbbing in his head calmed. Juju leant forward again, skin shining with cum and sweat as weary eyes smiled at the camera. Goodbyes were said, and the last few donations rang in.
“Don’t forget my present later,” Juju said, winking before the stream cut.
Nicholas wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to forget. The time on the clock felt like a mockery as he counted the hours until Juju’s promise.
It was always hard to find motivation to move once the stream came to an end, the screen eventually timing out, casting Nicholas in darkness as if it were reflecting the reality that followed. The trickle of light bled through the gap in his curtains, he watched as the dust danced in circles, disappearing back into the darkness just as fast as they’d appear, swirling in the light breeze that trickled from the faint crack under his door. It was mesmerising, at least for a moment, distracting his mind as he came down from those moments of bliss and his thoughts finally untangled themselves and settled into a cleaner, straighter line.
He let the curtains slide open as he began to clean himself. The shower was tempting, yet the thought of being stuck with nothing but the clock ticking felt like its own version of hell. He was clean enough, at least to standards acceptable enough that he knew no one would even consider he had been wiping cum off himself a moment ago. Wet wipes and an old towel did enough to clean most of it, and an old shirt was enough to hide the rest.
It was still too early for dinner, but too late to turn the rest of the afternoon into something more. It was hard to escape routine, the list of chores calling silently. It was hardly a debate; Nicholas knew the choice before he started pretending to have an internal struggle. As much as he didn’t necessarily classify the grocery store as a change of scenery, it was at least not the dull hum of a TV or the effort of attempting to clean the floors. The monotony of the routine provided some relief to the growing impatience that nagged at him enough that sitting at home was impossible. At least enough of an activity, he was able to excuse the rest of his spare time holed away.
The walk wasn’t long, just enough to warm his muscles and forget the lingering buzz that licked against his spine. The breeze was welcome; it was easy to forget, being trapped inside all day, only to retreat back home after. The summer heat had begun to fizzle as autumn's cooling breath began to grow closer as the month came to an end. It didn’t take much reflecting for Nicholas to know he hadn’t left the house for something other than food, classes, or work in enough weeks that he wasn’t sure how far he’d need to count back. The wind picked up quickly, kicking up the beginning traces of fallen leaves, rolling between his feet and finally past him as if leading the way.
The sun began to tint closer to a warmer tone as he finally arrived; the overhead LEDs replacing the brightness of the day. The hum of the fridges and occasional beep from the register already began to grow grating, letting it quickly drown out as he carefully recited the list he barely noted to himself as he left. It was easy to let go of everything else, drowned out by the repetition of eggs, meat and snacks, delivery generally his main source of food either way.
Time slipped away as quickly as his attention was only pulled back from staring at the endless shelves as his phone lit up, Yudai’s name taking up his screen as his ringtone cut through the peace that gripped him for barely a moment.
It wasn’t hard to predict why Yudai would call without provocation.
“What?” Nicholas says as he answers the phone, his breath trying to steady itself.
“Are you still at work?”
“No, I’m just getting some groceries.”
Yudai just hummed into the phone, the conversation petering off until Nicholas cleared his throat and Yudai snapped back to attention.
“What are you doing tomorrow night?” Yudai finally says, less of a question and more of a command.
“Nothing, why?”
“You’re coming out with me,” Yudai says, interrupting the sigh that was already beginning to build in his chest. “Maki and the rest will be there too,” he added quickly, knowing well enough what the biggest motivators were when it came to nudging Nicholas to do anything, though Yudai knew him long enough that most of the protests ended in succumbing to whatever requests were made.
“Fine,” Nicholas replied, letting enough grumble in his voice leak out, masking whatever eagerness he had.
“Fuma will be there.” Yudai pauses, as if testing the waters of how Nicholas would react, the soft grunt enough for him to continue. “I want you to finally meet him.”
Nicholas perked up a little more at this. Yudai and Fuma had been seeing each other long enough that it started leaning towards odd that they hadn’t met yet. He knew the difficulties, different schedules, and travel, and Nicholas knew he wasn't putting in much effort to make himself accessible over the last month.
He couldn’t remember exactly how long Yudai had been going out with Fuma; it had been long enough that Nicholas should have met him by now, but it was always hard to keep up with the never-ending flurry of events and people that seemed to circle Yudai’s life.
They spent enough time talking through chats and over the phone, but it didn't feel necessary or urgent. Yudai wasn’t one for keeping anything to himself. Nicholas already knew enough of Yudai and their relationship; it was odd to think it had taken this long for first introductions. Yudai had kept the details about Fuma himself scarce; everything else about their quickly blooming relationship, however, seemed to come in great detail, much to Nicholas’s dismay.
“That’s fine, I’ve been wanting to meet him anyway.”
“I don’t think our usual bar, just because it’s too…” Yudai trailed off, but Nicholas knew exactly what he wanted to say; the silence was enough of an indicator.
“We can go somewhere else,” Nicholas offers. He knew there were plenty of other places close by that were more open to their specific clientele.
“I just know how hard it can be for you to change routine,” Yudai adds, the laugh barely restrained, Nicholas could almost see Yudai bracing to run from his grasp.
“Don’t make me curse.”
“I promise it won’t be that bad, at least this time.”
Nicholas wouldn’t necessarily describe himself as conservative, nor a prude; he’s spent many years getting dragged out of clubs by their equally drunk circle of friends. He didn’t think he’d even be able to entertain his friendship with Yudai even if he were. However, he didn't particularly see himself as much of a deviant either, not anymore, at least not in the same way Yudai would admit he was. It was easier to tell himself that, too, consumed by work and his final year of university, to even entertain the idea of going on another bender, jumping from nameless clubs tucked away in dimly lit basements.
He had an idea in his head that reflected Yudai’s tendencies when it came to nights out; his trust and belief seemed to wane whenever it came to a promise that Nicholas wouldn’t be confronted with bound bodies rubbing against each other on a sweat-slick dance floor and more exposed genitalia than he had planned to see for the next week. He wouldn’t mind, usually, if there was at least a bit of forewarning rather than the promise of something small after only to be dragged into a club in nothing but work clothes and a backpack.
“It is a bar, right?”
“It’s a bar, not a club, don’t worry.”
“Just text me the address and details. I’ll meet you there.”
“Don’t flake!” Yudai said before the call ended, abrupt and Nicholas could at least let out the breath he didn’t realise he was holding.
Pocketing the phone, he adjusted the shopping basket in his arm, patting down the items as if to remind himself what was left. Ignoring the flurry of texts that were being sent, the passing time suddenly sent a surge of urgency through him as he counted what was left to do.
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The walk home was brisk, the breeze cooling his burning skin as his pace picked up rather than faltering to enjoy the area like before.
The sun still hadn’t faded, the apartment cast in a warm orange hue as he kicked his shoes to a corner, rushing straight for the fridge. Leftovers in moments like these always felt like a blessing as he spooned what he could into a bowl to reheat.
Nicholas packed for work as he waited, the microwave whirring behind him as something more acceptable than a work uniform and an old singlet slipped in beside the rest. First impressions always left a bitter taste in his mouth, deepened by nerves and lingering until the moment passed and he the tension and anticipation was gone. Yudai was serious about Fuma. Nicholas could tell that much, and he knew Fuma would quickly worm his way into his life and settle somewhere in the middle right beside where Yudai sat. It was unavoidable, Nicholas didn’t mind, but he also didn’t need it to start rockier than it needed to.
His heart leapt in his chest as soon as his phone buzzed and the notification popped onto his screen, as much as he had been expecting it, Juju never mentioned a time. The sound of the microwave beeping seemed to match the pace of the pulse that echoed in his head as an unsteady hand picked up the hot dish, placing it on the counter.
Nicholas usually prided himself on his ability not to succumb easily to whatever temptation was put in front of him. Physical or otherwise. Plenty of nights spent at bars with greasy food and heavy alcohol remained untouched whilst he took care of a stumbling Yudai. Restraint was something he always held the strength for, at least until the next notification was from Juju. Two pictures he could barely let himself hesitate to open.
Video out now
The caption is simple, followed by the link, the pictures attached less so. The first was just a selca, wet hair pushed back, and cheeks tinted with a faint blush; the gills around his neck flared wide open. Fucked out being the only words that popped into Nicholas’s mind. The second, Nicholas could feel the moment his heart seemed to press tighter against his chest and it became a little harder to breathe. Juju’s face was hidden, only capturing part of his tail, zoomed into his swollen slit, cocks flopped over his stomach, spent, underneat still gaping and raw as a clawed hand pushing one side open a little wider.
Restraint forgotten and temptation calling too strongly to stop his fingers from clicking the link open.
It already felt like a production once the video started; the scene itself was bare, other than the setting. Nicholas recognised the pool; it wasn’t the first time Juju had filmed in it, though it had been a while since there was anything with this point of view. The glass walls almost gave the illusion they were under the water with him; the surface was just out of view, apart from the occasional ripple of light that would refract from the surface and hit the glass.
The tank was empty, it looked like the endless expanse of the ocean, other than a few pieces of rocks and corals that decorated the edges where the floor and sides met, some pieces climbing up along the glass, but not high enough. At least not high enough to make whatever was stuck to the centre of the glass wall feel too out of place, distracting enough that Nicholas could only suspect his hunch was right.
He could feel his fingers clenching tighter around his phone as the camera panned to the side. Juju approached closer, powerful tail propelling him closer with each flick of his tail.
On land and with legs, there was always something uncanny about Juju, the mismatched proportions and not-quite-right demeanour of each movement and mannerism. Eerie and unsettling, and always held a certain charm that Nicholas found the steady beat of his heart quickening just for a moment as he watched, bemused. It was a different type of disquieting than seeing him with his tail, as he should be.
Mer creatures weren’t uncommon, especially within the entertainment industry; bright colourings and flamboyant tails felt like a staple. An almost antithesis for Juju’s greys and reds, where his skin and scales weren’t translucent; large, billowing fins are replaced with clean lines and a tail long enough that it resembled something closer to an eel than anything Nicholas was used to seeing when the image of a fish popped into his mind. The length of his tail matched his limbs, now more in proportion as long arms reached towards the glass, a palm pressing against it as he steadied himself.
The short fin on his back split off at the base, extending into two long ribbons, the ends slightly bulbous, the glow of their bioluminescence faint enough in the dimmed light as they floated in place in front of Juju’s chest, casting enough light Nicholas could make out the subtle details of his face and the outlines of his organs through the translucent skin of his stomach. The reminder was gentle and subtle that Juju was a predator, yet purposeful enough that Nicholas could feel his cock twitch. He could see it in each moment, how the light bounced off sharp scales, strong enough to shred flesh if he whipped his tail with intent, how his plump lips barely concealing the sharp, needle-like teeth, waiting for something to drift close enough to his lures to strike.
A hand wandered against the glass, claws scraping against the surface as if looking for purchase, steadying himself in place as piercing eyes peered towards the camera. Pupils blown wide and round, searching through the darkness. Juju scales the glass, inching closer to what was suctioned, fins flaring for a moment as they settle him in place.
The camera moves, the slight angle change is enough to get a clearer view, Nicholas’s hunch confirmed as Juju’s hand attempts to wrap around the large, tentacle-like dildo. As much larger as Juju was with a tail, it still seemed to dwarf him once he finally pressed up beside it. Juju slowly inched up, the silicone dragging along his chest and stomach, carefully lining himself up until the tip finally caught on the very top of his slit.
Nicholas doesn’t want to move, doesn’t think he could if he wanted, muscles locked in place as he remains frozen, transfixed as if Juju were a siren calling to him. As much as he told himself he wouldn’t, heat licked at his skin, burning deeper until he felt it coursing through every inch of him, prickling and biting.
Angling himself, Juju slowly sunk down onto the tentacle, the slit opening wider with ease, his cocks emerging as it opened wider, the strain only beginning to show as he wiggled closer to the base. It didn’t take long for him to take it all, gills opening and closing faster than usual, claws scraping desperately against the glass.
It wasn't the first time Juju had shown himself taking something large in his natural form, the tip of the dildo thrusting in and out barely visible through his stomach. But never anything this big, big enough, Nicholas was sure if he zoomed his screen any more, he’d be able to make out each sucker and ridge through the membrane like skin, pressing up against his organs.
It was hard to look away, to deny himself the rest. It was mesmerising, watching how it moved inside of Juju, how easily his body manipulated itself to take it. The camera moved again, the angle the same, capturing enough of the side his slit stayed visible, the focus moving more to his stomach, to the way it thrusted in and out the moment Juju started moving. It was more animalistic, desperate than before.
Nicholas knew he was hard, hard enough he couldn’t just sit under a cold spray and hope it went away. He at least reasoned jerking off a second time this afternoon was done before he cleaned himself and not again hidden in bed, cock in hand. It felt less pathetic this way.
Juju usually kept to an image, on land and not, even with whatever form he took, he kept his composure. Sometimes more demure than other times, slipping more into a character depending on the scene, yet still intrinsically human, never slipping past that. Not like now, a different type of desperation as he ruts against the tentacle, the suckers occasionally getting stuck against his rim, and cocks rubbing up against the glass, seeking friction that wasn’t there as his tail bangs against the glass.
It didn’t take Juju long to reach his climax, barely letting himself sit on the edge, teetering only for a moment before he dove off. It washed through him, like a shudder that erupted into something more, his body shaking as he ground down as hard as he could until his body barely twitched. The tentacle still buried inside him as he falls limp, tail flicking occasionally to keep himself afloat.
Nicholas forces himself to pull away, his finger slipping over the lock button, his phone clicking shut as he straightens himself, clearing his throat as he glances over the food that had begun to cool.
The shower was more tempting, an excuse to at least take care of the growing discomfort and hope the water washes away any remnants of the evening.
It was easy to get off again, the clip still playing in his mind as the water hit his back and his hand wrapped around his cock. Closed eyes replaying it over in his mind, like an old film on tape, never ending until he finally came again. The ache never left, nor did the images. All Nicholas could do was hope tomorrow brought a clearer mind and the cold water would wash away the rest.
At least a new set of worries will fall onto him, namely Yudai, and that was distraction enough.