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Ahti’s dick is so small when soft that it’s barely visible in the panties he’s wearing when he walks out into the living room.
He’s not just wearing the panties, but he might as well be for all the help that his blanket is doing, hanging open and loose on his shoulders – the blanket acts like a spotlight, really, the skin it reveals even more enticing for the flesh that’s hidden. Not that there’s much hidden. Eljas’ eyes skim in a straight shot from Ahti’s face to his freckled chest to his soft stomach down to his little silken bulge. He’s certain he can fit the whole thing in his mouth with barely any effort.
Eljas’ gaze flickers back up to the hem of the panties. There’s something different – oh. Ahti must have shaved; there’s no soft dark hair dipping beneath his waistline. It’s all endlessly smooth and bare and fuck, what his pretty cocklet must look like surrounded by flushed pink skin alone –
“Ahti, for fuck’s sake –”
Eljas’ head snaps up. Aeryn’s standing halfway down the hall outside of his room, arms crossed as she stares the selkie down. “I know you’re eager to show off, but we haven’t found the rest of the set yet.”
Ahti flushes slightly and gives Aeryn a sweet smile that definitely has no underlying mischievous intentions whatsoever.
Eljas is reeling from the revelation that the panties are part of a set. “There’s more?”
“Yes, but someone did a very shit job of packing their belongings in with mine so the other parts could be in any bag,” Aeryn says, and then smirks. “Looks good though, doesn’t he?”
“Yeah, I – he – you look…” Captivating. Delectable. “… really good. Incredibly good.” He stumbles through the words like a drunken sailor, but Ahti’s smile broadens until it warms the whole room.
“And you are incredibly smit– alright, what do you think you’re doing?” Aeryn eyes Ahti as he perches on the end of the couch opposite from Eljas. “There’s no way I’m about to leave you two alone just to make a mess before you’re even fully dressed.”
Eljas yanks his attention away from Ahti to frown at Aeryn, indignant. “I won’t make a mess.”
“Maybe not alone,” she starts with a raised eyebrow, “but the two of you together…”
His indignance falters as he remembers Ahti’s neck beneath his lips, his cock in his fist, his hair against his cheek; all of the times his restraint snapped after a single pleading look. But the selkie isn’t backing down – he blinks at Aeryn beseechingly, signing something Eljas can’t make out.
Aeryn sighs, and Eljas wonders when exactly it happened that she became the one most devoted to staying focused. “Fine. But no touching,” she tells him, and then turns to Eljas. “No touching.”
“Yeah, of course,” Eljas says distractedly. Ahti’s pulled one leg up to his chest and it shows off where the panties dig into the crack of his ass. Eljas can see the outline of his pussy through the silky fabric. He desperately, desperately wants to reach out and pull the material tight against Ahti’s slit so his outer lips spread lewdly on either side.
“I mean it.” Aeryn narrows her eyes at them before ducking back into the bedroom.
So then it’s just him and a mostly naked selkie, and Ahti’s looking at him from across the couch with those silt-shimmer eyes in a way that makes Eljas think his fall from grace is all but inevitable.
“You really do look lovely,” he tells Ahti, voice gone soft and hoarse.
Ahti smiles again and casts his eyes down, demure, as he allows the blanket to flow from his shoulders and puddle on the couch around him. It reminds Eljas of how he’d shed his sealskin back on that first day of his heat, and stokes the same unutterable want in his chest. He’s starting to regret his promise to Aeryn, if only because he doesn’t know if he can hold himself to it.
The selkie unfolds himself and slips gracefully off of the couch. His limbs look longer when he’s bare, endless smooth skin up his arms and down his legs. When Ahti steps forward, Eljas is convinced that he means to completely ignore everything Aeryn said – and for a moment he wants him to, wants to catch Ahti up in his arms and touch him ‘til he ruins his panties – but the selkie doesn’t draw any closer. He takes one of the throw pillows from the couch and fluffs it, places it on the cushion furthest from Eljas.
Despite the fact that this very situation – and as of recently, this exact situation, pretty selkie and all – is an oft recurring one in his fantasies, Eljas is too dumb with lust to grasp Ahti’s intent until the selkie glances between him and the pillow, his little pink tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“Ahti.” There’s no way that he’s actually – no, this is Ahti. Of course he will.
Not touching, Ahti signs, with a very self-satisfied flourish to the words. He braces one knee on the couch and swings his other leg over the pillow.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” Eljas breathes.
Ahti looks at him sweetly. The way he’s sitting on the pillow, the cute little panty-covered bulge of his cock is cushioned perfectly between his thighs. He wiggles his hips to settle himself more comfortably, which only makes his package more adorably plump atop the pillow.
Eljas’ breath leaves him jaggedly. The selkie knows his words aren’t a warning – they’re a plea.
“Found another part!” Aeryn calls from down the hall; Eljas jumps guiltily. A wadded up ball of fabric bounces off the back of the couch and lands between them. Ahti picks it up carefully, and he’s hooking the clasps at his back before Eljas fully comprehends what it is.
And now Ahti’s wearing a white, lacy little bra that cups his almost nonexistent tits into an adorable farce of cleavage. What it does particularly well is draw attention to the tender buds stiffening on his chest, even rosier in contrast with the fabric – they’re barely covered, and what is covered is only made more obscene by the sheerness of the material.
Eljas nearly drools as Ahti looks down and adjusts the bra to push up the slight swells on his chest. The lingerie fits him so very perfectly – is so very obviously not sized for Aeryn or Eljas – and that must mean that it’s Ahti’s, that someone intended for him to wear it. Eljas’ mind is running wild: had Aeryn bought it for him, or someone else? Fuck, had Ahti gotten it for himself?
The selkie certainly looks comfortable, his tits and dick on display as he squeezes the pillow between his thighs. He fiddles with one of the bra straps and then adjusts how it sits again – ah, but he’s not adjusting it, is he, not just. A faint flush rises in Ahti’s cheeks as his hands linger longer than necessary on his chest. He’s trying to be sneaky about it, but even with only a bit of fat to work with, Eljas can see how Ahti’s thumbs indent his flesh as he presses down.
Eljas wants to cross his legs (either to hide his increasingly hard cock or to put pressure on it, he’s not sure) but he’s afraid that any movement will startle Ahti out of his haze. The boy’s eyes are fixed on his own chest, and his hips start to rock against the pillow, a damp spot appearing on his panties as he not-so-subtly kneads his tits. He’s quiet other than his soft exhalations, which turn more and more into panting as his hips start to move more purposefully, his fingers digging more firmly into soft, freckled swells.
The no-touching rule is becoming far more difficult to follow. How could Eljas not want to cover Ahti’s hands with his own and palm over his tiny tits? Or better yet, have his hands under Ahti’s, so that Ahti can guide him to the spots that feel best, the spots that have the selkie writhing before him?
“Shit,” he groans softly, giving in and squeezing himself through his pants, and Ahti’s attention shifts to Eljas with a quiet, shuddering breath. The selkie bites at his lip as he rolls his hips forward and tugs his bra down slightly to show his flushed nipples, stiff from friction. He makes an indecent sight, positively obscene, with his top askew and his panties drawn tight around his erection with every thrust. The silky fabric is increasingly see-through as Ahti leaks more arousal, clinging to his skin and showing the perfect outline of his pretty little prick.
Eljas wants to nip at his tits, to lick up every drop of exertion that trickles down his chest, to take him in his mouth down to the root, but he can’t touch, he can’t touch (he’s not aware enough to realize that with the state of Ahti’s lingerie, there’s not much use in obeying the no-touching rule anymore). But what he can do is murmur, low and wanting, “Ahti.”
Ahti’s eyes flutter closed as wetness blooms on his panties, a flood of slick seeping into the pillow underneath him. He fucks into the plush fabric with every thrust forward and grinds his cunt down on it with every snap back. Eljas wishes he could’ve given Ahti a pillow from his bed, because what a fucking indulgence that would be, to have his own Ahti-scented pillow to hold at night, to rub against.
“You’re so pretty,” Eljas says, the words tumbling out of him like water. Ahti’s eyes open into slits, hazy but intense. “I want to see you in silk and lace and sheer, flowing fabrics. Straps all up your waist and down your thighs…”
He’d trace his fingers along the selkie’s body, if he could, but Ahti does it for him, running greedy, grasping hands down his tits and stomach, pausing above the hem of his panties. Eljas can see the battle raging within him, fingers twitching, fighting not to free himself from the damp cling of the silk. Ahti whines faintly, pressing in above his pubic bone, then returns to playing with his chest as he humps, rubbing eager circles around his nipples.
There’s no way that Aeryn doesn’t hear them, with their panting and rising moans and the slick sounds of Ahti grinding into a puddle of his arousal. She certainly should have been back by now. But Eljas is too enamored with the sight of Ahti losing himself to pleasure to fear her disapproval. He can barely steady his own breathing.
Ahti’s making a mess of himself, he must be dripping – and then his cocklet springs out of his panties, too slick and hard to be constrained by the skimpy, slippery fabric. The hem of the panties slides down his length and as he thrusts forward again, it catches on the swollen folds of his pussy and pushes them up so that they almost look like little balls cushioning the base of his cock.
The boy keens as the stimulation becomes that much more intense, the pillow rubbing directly against his delicate pink head and weeping slit. Ahti shudders, arching his back and pressing into the hands at his tits and grinding down all at the same time. His gaze flutters to Eljas – who’s panting himself, rubbing the heel of his palm into his groin – and then he arches forward again in a very obvious plea, groping his tits roughly.
“You can do it,” Eljas rasps, and it physically aches not to touch Ahti when he’s begging so sweetly. “You’re almost there, little seal.” So is he, shoving a hand down his pants and stroking himself through his underwear. His prick pulses beneath his palm.
Ahti bares knife-sharp teeth in a frustrated whine, and fucks into the pillow with a fervor bordering on desperation. His climax arrives in a wave that swallows him toes to tip – his feet twitch, then his knees quake, and then he spills himself, gushing over the pillow and the panties shoved between his thighs, grabbing the couch beneath him with trembling hands to ride out his orgasm.
Eljas jerks himself roughly, soaking in Ahti’s relief and release as the selkie curls in on himself, breathing heavily. When Ahti glances up at him, a gleam of desire still sparking in the depths of his dark eyes, Eljas follows him off the edge with a choked-off moan.
The pleasure that shoots up his spine is so blindingly pure that his vision whites out.
Shortly after Eljas and Ahti have collapsed on their respective sides of the couch, Aeryn heralds her own return with a slow, facetious clap. It’s slightly muffled by the thigh-high stockings she holds in one hand.
“You horny fuckers,” she says, rounding the couch and planting herself in a chair across from them. “I knew you were going to do this, and I still left you. Bastards.” Her mouth is set in displeasure but her eyes are mirthful.
“C’mon, Aeryn,” Eljas complains in a tone just as puckish. “I know it did not take you that long to find some stockings. You only have three bags.” He turns on his side to grin tiredly at her. “You were definitely just watching us for the last five minutes.”
“And I had a shit view from down the hall.” Aeryn tosses the stockings to him. “Help the boy put these on. I expect a repeat show as soon as you’ve recovered.”
“Suppose we don’t have a choice in the matter.” Eljas sits up to lean across the couch, finding Ahti already staring at him and kneading the pillow between his thighs. The selkie doesn’t even bother fixing his cum and slick soaked panties before unfolding himself and straightening out his legs in Eljas’ direction, giving him a clear view of Ahti’s cute little cock and freshly-shaven pussy.
Ahti purrs when Eljas takes him gently by the ankle and rolls the first stocking up his leg. To Aeryn, he signs what Eljas guesses means something like, We didn’t touch each other.
Aeryn snorts and tosses a pillow from her chair at the selkie. “I meant no touching yourselves either, smartass.”
Once Ahti’s properly stockinged – and the rest of his lingerie has been similarly straightened – he swaps out the mess of a pillow that he’d used with the one Aeryn had thrown. He’s about to set the former on the ground when Eljas stops him, flushing and mumbling, “Kinda want to keep it for now.”
Their hands brush in the pillow exchange, sending a spark of warmth between them, and Eljas glances over at Aeryn to ask, hopeful, “Does the ‘no touching each other’ rule still stand?”
She already has her pants slid down to the knees, stroking herself through her own panties (red, lacy). “Yes,” she says cheerfully and without hesitation. “Seems like you boys did well enough the first time.”
Ahti chirps encouragingly, blinking long eyelashes at Eljas. His stockings are sheer, lacy from the knee to where they stop halfway up his thighs. The wet transparency of his panties only makes the whole ensemble ravishingly filthy.
“I suppose I’ll accept your terms,” Eljas says with a put-upon sigh, as if he has a choice. He shoves down his pants and tucks the pillow slick with Ahti’s arousal between his thighs. “Just give me another minute to recover.” Unsurprisingly, his cock is already stirring – as eager to begin again as every other time he’s gotten off in the last week.
“That’s fine, take your time.” Aeryn reclines in her chair, graceful and feline, and the impish grin on her face warns Eljas that she’s been ruminating – plotting. “I’ll just be imagining you in a set of white panties to match Ahti.”
And with that, his cock jerks to full attention, ready for the second round.