Bucky's expression collapses in grief, in guilt, underscored by the building arousal nearing a peak. He doesn't drop his head but he does close his eyes, breathes in the scent of the home waters he has avoided for six years now.
He remembers playing human, wandering the markets with his mother. The old people always knew; his eyes gave him away. The children his age didn't question his presence. There were feasts and festivals.
That year had been his first, to go alone as a young man.
Sam's body feels safe and warm and whole in a way Bucky has not felt in nearly a decade. The scent of his slick calms Bucky's rage and sadness, though they still exist, waves churning in his blood, under the surface. People died so he could be captured and kept like a pet? People he knew and cared for?
He can't drown the boat at the moment but the desire is there. Breathing in tandem with him.
"I will court you. On the shores of islands like your home. It will be done the old way. But I wish to keep you. To make you my mate." He nods a little. "Do you wish this? Do I have your permission?"
Sam shares his fury. To bind a creature of the fathoms like this. To harm and hold. Unthinkable. Unimaginable. His town destroyed only to harness a leviathan that had coexisted in peace, as all.things are meant to be. Sam's people respected the old creatures. This was never meant to happen.
The question is answered easily:
"You have my permission. I wish for your courtship. I wish to say yes to you a thousand times and more, on the shores of countless islands. I will respect you and adore you and love you, and I will become your mate. I shall never fear you. And I shall have you as you are, nothing less."
He whines and whimpers softly, wants Bucky to cum and mark him.
"I want you wild and uncontrollable as the sea. I want you large and dangerous as the waves during a storm. I want you to be you, and you shall be beloved, leviathan."
Bucky shudders and sighs through his orgasm, as Sam's agreement, his promises, are sealed in his heart. Bucky reaches towards Sam's ass and gathers some of the combined slick and cum, putting it on his tongue. Holding the taste of it for a moment before kissing Sam, pressing the fluids into his open mouth, chasing it with his tongue. He does this several times until there is very little left, which he massages into Sam's skin while continuing to kiss him.
So it begins.
"I need to get my bracelet back," he tells Sam. "And then we can leave this ship." Reaching for the necklace Bucky places it in Sam's hands. "This will protect you and keep you safe. Please wear it with my blessings; it will never leave you."
He kisses Sam again on the lips, the nose, the brow. Lifts him and sets him down on the little table. "You should dress." Opening the small chest of clothes. Handing Sam a seaglass handled dagger, also. "The captain's quarters are right above this room; I'm going to climb in through the porthole. If anyone comes in, cut them with this. I'll be right back, okay?"
Sam can only nod and watch his leviathan disappear. He shakes himself out of the daze in order to grab the necklace first. It sinks into his skin, becomes white patterns like a tattoo. Sam touches it, traces the pattern on his dark skin. Feels himself leak more slick with a small groan.
He knows he's drunk on the mixture of slick and cum he greedily licked off his deep one's tongue. Knows it's only the beginning - that to be courted and mated, he will be drugged, changed and trained in order to be able to take a creature of the depths for a mate. And serpents like the leviathans are big. Sam cannot believe that after all he has lost and his increasingly gloomy prospects for a future, he is here now. Has been put in position to free a young creature of the sea and help being him back to the old ways he was kept from for too long. Cant believe he has been chosen not just as companion but as future mate.
He picks clothes that will survive the journey while putting the new markings on his skin on display, and making sure there will be easy access to all parts of him for his future mate. Hope's his leviathan will mark him further as time goes on, too.
And then he waits, head swimming with it all. Gripping the dagger tight, waiting. Prepared to do what he can to help his serpent reclaim his glory and Sam's body alike.
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He remembers playing human, wandering the markets with his mother. The old people always knew; his eyes gave him away. The children his age didn't question his presence. There were feasts and festivals.
That year had been his first, to go alone as a young man.
Sam's body feels safe and warm and whole in a way Bucky has not felt in nearly a decade. The scent of his slick calms Bucky's rage and sadness, though they still exist, waves churning in his blood, under the surface. People died so he could be captured and kept like a pet? People he knew and cared for?
He can't drown the boat at the moment but the desire is there. Breathing in tandem with him.
"I will court you. On the shores of islands like your home. It will be done the old way. But I wish to keep you. To make you my mate." He nods a little. "Do you wish this? Do I have your permission?"
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The question is answered easily:
"You have my permission. I wish for your courtship. I wish to say yes to you a thousand times and more, on the shores of countless islands. I will respect you and adore you and love you, and I will become your mate. I shall never fear you. And I shall have you as you are, nothing less."
He whines and whimpers softly, wants Bucky to cum and mark him.
"I want you wild and uncontrollable as the sea. I want you large and dangerous as the waves during a storm. I want you to be you, and you shall be beloved, leviathan."
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So it begins.
"I need to get my bracelet back," he tells Sam. "And then we can leave this ship." Reaching for the necklace Bucky places it in Sam's hands. "This will protect you and keep you safe. Please wear it with my blessings; it will never leave you."
He kisses Sam again on the lips, the nose, the brow. Lifts him and sets him down on the little table. "You should dress." Opening the small chest of clothes. Handing Sam a seaglass handled dagger, also. "The captain's quarters are right above this room; I'm going to climb in through the porthole. If anyone comes in, cut them with this. I'll be right back, okay?"
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He knows he's drunk on the mixture of slick and cum he greedily licked off his deep one's tongue. Knows it's only the beginning - that to be courted and mated, he will be drugged, changed and trained in order to be able to take a creature of the depths for a mate. And serpents like the leviathans are big. Sam cannot believe that after all he has lost and his increasingly gloomy prospects for a future, he is here now. Has been put in position to free a young creature of the sea and help being him back to the old ways he was kept from for too long. Cant believe he has been chosen not just as companion but as future mate.
He picks clothes that will survive the journey while putting the new markings on his skin on display, and making sure there will be easy access to all parts of him for his future mate. Hope's his leviathan will mark him further as time goes on, too.
And then he waits, head swimming with it all. Gripping the dagger tight, waiting. Prepared to do what he can to help his serpent reclaim his glory and Sam's body alike.