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Emil wondered if he should have given himself another brush-down, or shaved his thick coat of gray-black fur to a finer trim. There wasn't much else for the anthromorph wolf to do while waiting for the door security to cycle him through. Life on a station meant paying attention to personal grooming even before going into a tank of water to meet... what, a new friend? Playmate? Fling? Someone new, at the very least.

He'd exchanged a couple work messages with Takoda before; not nearly enough to be an introduction, much less get a sense of the guy. Until another merfolk joined the station roster, he was the only resident of the Tertiary Water Reservoir and Aquatics Operations Center. Emil had never had reason to go in the tank; swimming wasn't his favorite kind exercise, and his operations responsibilities never brought him into the fluid side of the station's life support. Nor had he had social or clandestine reasons.

Not until now.

The door chimed. Emil's pointed ears pricked at the faint click and whirrump of withdrawing bolts. Bidar Station was a smaller-sized port in a secondary shipping lane; most of its tech was refurbished or function-over-form. It wasn't run-down, at least. The environmentals were well-maintained and solid enough that he didn't feel any change in air pressure when the door rolled open. He swept his tail away from the hatch out of habit as he passed through and stopped on the short platform to let his eyes adjust to the dim lighting.

The tank was a little larger than he'd expected, open space being always at a premium in, well, space. He wasn't about to break out a measuring laser or look up the specs; it was enough to know he could do short laps and not feel like he was crammed in a closet with the occupant.

To that point, a voice called up from an alcove. "Just a minute!"

"No rush," Emil called back, aimlessly looking around. A convenient rack of shelving gave a place to put his towel, and he supposed he would strip out of his uniform if he got in the water. If. Even trimmed, it felt like hours would go by before his coat ever dried.

"Sorry, last-minute nav request." A brown-furred face leaned out of the alcove. "Emil, right?"

"Right. Takoda?"

A white-toothed grin shone in the low-ish light. "That's me. Glad you could make it."

Emil nodded. "Thanks for inviting me," he said, leaning on the gantry rail. "I, uh. Well. This is a bit more awkward than I'd anticipated."

"No worries, no worries, new situation and all that, right? No, shush," Takoda said after a series of beeps, his face briefly vanishing. "There. Do not disturb unless the station is falling apart." He reappeared. "Hey, make yourself comfortable, yeah? Come on in, or take a seat. I won't hold it against you if you don't want to dip your toes in, in any sense of the term."

Emil chuckled despite himself, and took a seat with his feet on the ladder going down. "I could be convinced to come down. How's the water?"

"Wet!"

He supposed he'd walked right into that one. A splash drew his ears, and motion drew his eyes. Takoda swam out from his alcove—it was either his work station, living quarters, or both. Not that he paid much attention to that when he could watch the merfolk effortlessly glide through the water towards the ladder. From the middle upwards, they'd look fairly similar: humanoid body style, albeit wolf for him and otter-esque for Takoda.

Below the waist, things diverged. Instead of his pair of digitigrade legs, Takoda's fur gave way to smooth gray skin. Not skin like a human's, of course: more like the dolphin ancestors a portion of his genes had come from. No legs, either, just a longer body ending in a fluked tail. Merfolk were perhaps panhumanity's grandest achievement before deciding to scale back the ambitions of their genetic engineering. An entire subset of humanoids perfectly adapted to aquatic conditions.

The effect, of course, was as striking as the creation, at least in Emil's suddenly fixated eyes. So smooth, so graceful. Merfolk acrobatics were close to legendary. And, well, there were other appealing features. He was trying not to get worked up before seeing if they had any sort of spark together.

Takoda's webbed hands went behind his head as he drifted in a lazy circle, his tail barely even seeming to move. Only the pattern of ripples following his passage belied the effortless appearance. "So, can I start by saying you're even more handsome in person?"

His ears twitched, and he tried not to let his tail start wagging. "Uh, thanks. Thank you. You, too."

"And if I'm making you uncomfortable, just tell me."

Emil nodded.

"I'm serious," Takoda said, his hazel eyes open and unjudging. "Breakups are rough."

It was indeed an ache that twisted in his gut and heart. At least it was becoming a familiar, maybe even fading pain.

"And, well..." Takoda continued, "I'm fine with just being a friend, if that's what you need." A hint of the grin returned. "Though I do believe there was some flirting going on with our messages, hmm?"

"Some," Emil said, snorting, and had to smile too. I've heard plenty of rumors about getting intimate with a merfolk, he'd sent two nights ago, along with a shirtless pic.

I wouldn't mind showing you which of those are true, Takoda had replied. And the return pic had demonstrated he was usually entirely clothesless, albeit at an advantage for keeping himself modest.

"Well, the past is past," Emil said. "Heh. An academy friend of mine was a self-proclaimed expert at breakups."

"There is such a thing?"

"I had the same reaction at first. One line he loved: 'The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else.'"

Takoda's chuckle—more of a giggle, despite his features being more androgynous than effeminate—was borderline musical. "That's certainly one way to do it, I guess! And here I thought it was ice cream and sad music on repeat."

Emil spread his hands. "Who says they're mutually exclusive?"

Another peal of mirth, and Emil made up his mind. He started unbuttoning his uniform, which drew Takoda's eye within moments.

"I did just trim my fur," Emil said. "Might as well take a dip."

"Please, my space pond is your space pond. Mostly. If you need to relieve yourself, there's an aquatic toilet."

Emil blinked as he tugged the fabric off. "I hate that you'd have to specify that."

"Not saying it up front was a mistake I made once. Well, maybe more than once." Takoda's head was tilted to the side, and a slight wince was on his muzzle. "But the last time? Until the whole-tank filters got done, the odor lingered."

"I will definitely not pee where you live."

"Appreciated." And from his roaming gaze, that wasn't the only thing. "Watch your step, of course."

Emil leaned over to drop his uniform on the shelf and then pivoted to take the ladder. He had water-resistant boxer briefs, nonslip soles for his paws, and not much else. He let his tail sway a little and tried not to show off. Or maybe I should. The touch of cool water instead of the next rung got a reflexive twitch out of him. At least he hadn't yelped.

"Take your time," Takoda said, putting a hand on the ladder's side and pulling himself upright. Emil could see a gray blur under the water, but not how deep it was. "Need a hand?"

"I don't think so, though I might take one anyway." Emil took careful steps down. The skin under his fur prickled as the cool water seeped in. "It's not too deep, is it?"

Takoda hummed and made a show of eyeing him up and down. "Chest height for you, here. Give or take."

"Well, if I slip, I hope you'll catch me." Another rung down, then another.

"There's a lewd joke there," Takoda murmured.

Emil snorted. His foot hit bottom, and he kept one hand on the ladder while he steadied himself. "Heh. I should have said you should brace me as I step off. You could have gotten a free feel in."

The merfolk's grin was even more fetching at arm's length. "Or I could just ask for one."

"Only if I get one, too. Fair's fair."

"Oh, of course." He leaned a little closer, and after a moment Emil felt a current rush past his ankle. The tail, of course. "If we're getting right into touching, how far do you want to go?"

Emil licked his lips, and the shift of the gray blur underneath him briefly caught his eye. He couldn't quite see how the merfolk was keeping himself upright. Lean muscle did stand out under his furred arm; he must have been supporting a good portion of his weight with it. A tingle ran through his sheath, for some reason. Hot guy. Plenty enough reason.

"I don't know," he said, after a moment's thought. "I... had an idea or two but I honestly didn't know where this would go, beyond 'steamy.'"

"Hmmm." Takoda drifted a hand's span closer. "Okay, then: what do you not want to do, if we have sex? I'll start: today, at least, I wouldn't shed a tear if penetrating me isn't in the cards. Not that I don't normally like it, but work went long, you know? I lost my prep time."

"That's fine. Or if you change your mind, I can't see myself complaining about the wait. For me... any form of ass to mouth," Emil said, wincing, and not just because of bad memories of someone not taking hints, requests, and outright demands not to go there. Good as other things had been, the differing concepts of boundaries had been one of the dealbreakers, in the end. But enough about him.

"I'll agree to that," Takoda said. "I'll give you a weird one: I don't like sex toys. On me, anyway. I don't mind using them on someone else, usually."

"Huh. I mean, no judgment. It's not the weirdest thing someone could dislike."

"I'm tempted to ask what is the weirdest. I also don't like holding my breath for an entire blowjob. It's not as easy as it looks."

"I can imagine," Emil said. "Just because you can hold your breath for longer..."

"Exactly!" The grin was back on that cute otter face. "I knew I'd like you. And I do like giving blowjobs, don't get me wrong."

"Same. Though I don't swallow."

"No worries. Taste?"

"Texture."

Takoda nodded. "Oh, 'from behind' isn't exactly a position that works well with me."

Emil had to snicker at that image. "Yeah, I'll bet. Uh. I do like giving and receiving, anal that is, but I'm... not exactly prepped for it either? Not sure I want to go that far."

"No worries. I figured we'd just... start wherever, and work our way through from there." His other hand brushed Emil's arm. "Or just talk. Or one, then the other. Honestly, just having the company is reward enough."

On a second look around, the room wasn't so big after all. "It must get lonely."

Takoda shrugged and shifted his grip on the ladder. "Some days are better than others. A few people come here to swim since the station doesn't have a pool. And, uh, I think you can guess I'm not exactly exclusive for getting frisky."

Emil chuckled. "Doesn't bother me." He did give the mer another look; his brown fur glistened from constant wetness, but unlike his own coat, there was enough otter in that fur to keep the underlayer dry. The touch of that hand had been nice and warm. A shame he couldn't feel both at once, or more of that sleek body... except, nothing was stopping him from asking.

Fuck it, he thought, why not?

"You know," he said, raising a hand from the water to gesture at the ladder, "that does look somewhat uncomfortable."

"Oh, I could hang from this for a while longer..." A glint came into his eyes as he caught on. "But, are you thinking of something better?"

Emil swallowed, and nodded. "Maybe, maybe I could help hold you up?"

The corner of Takoda's short muzzle curled upwards. "I could wrap my arms around those strong shoulders of yours. Though, you'd have to hold me pretty close. Center of gravity and all that."

"I imagine so. Wouldn't want either of us uncomfortable."

"Mm. Here, put your hand on my waist." He guided Emil's hand to that line where fur gave way to smooth skin. "Heh, exploring already?"

Emil kept his ears from falling flat. "Well, I haven't really gotten the chance before..."

"Ahh, right, I'm your first merfolk." Takoda grinned, and his arm curled behind Emil's neck. "Just, if we end up getting handsy, we might have to move to my hammock to keep from slipping. Or you could just pin me against the wall."

Curious as he was about how they'd fit in a merfolk hammock, pin him to the wall sank in and gripped him. His other hand went to Takoda's back, and then the merfolk was in his arms, holding to him, their muzzles nearly touching.

"How's that?" Emil murmured, shifting his hands for both support and a little shameless caressing. With everything facing forward, Takoda just had smooth back where bipeds would have a rump; ironically, it was the best place to help support what weight the buoyancy of the water around them didn't negate.

"Improving by the moment," Takoda replied. "Do you like kissing?"

"I mean, I... yes." His heart thudded.

"Not that I'm about to," he continued, a tenor-ish giggle under the words, "but, if we stay like this, you're handsome enough that I might not be able to help myself."

Emil grinned a little, his tail swishing—or trying to, restrained as it was by the water. "I hereby give you permission in advance."

"Why thank you, good sir. It's the least I can do to repay you holding me steady. Though I might think of a few other things..."

"If you do, I wouldn't mind hearing them." Emil ran his free hand back up through that otter-esque fur, marveling at a coat even thicker and softer than his. And so very warm, more and more of them pressing together as the position brought their bodies closer. Every few moments, he could feel the slow flex of enviable core muscles and the slow sweep of that delphine tail; he widened his stance to give it room to pass, and Takoda smiled his appreciation.

A kiss did seem rather inevitable.

"I'm trying not to over think," Emil said a few moments later, when that smile turned impish at whatever was on his own face. "Just... enjoying the moment."

"If I were more zen," Takoda said, "I'd say something about embodying the water, the flow of the current... eh, a hot guy is holding me, no room for big thoughts."

Emil's ears dipped, and then rose again. "You really think I'm hot?"

"I do," he purred, leaning in, "and if you don't believe me, let me convince you."

The first touch of their lips was gentle, almost fleeting if it weren't unreserved. Emil wasn't even sure they'd really parted when he moved forward, a thread of passion becoming a solid rope pulling him to the other male, and then Takoda's head tilted and lips parted and his tongue teased over Emil's bottom lip. He chased that tongue back into Takoda's muzzle and found it eagerly awaiting him, the narrower, stronger length dancing around his with as much agility as the rest of his body showed in the water.

They did part, only for a moment, and then Takoda grinned, growled softly, and pressed himself to Emil's body as he claimed another kiss. It didn't even feel like there was water between them anymore, just fur on fur, body on body, each sharing their warmth. This close, Emil could feel each undulation of that tail, and as he locked muzzles with the sexy merfolk, he was drawn just as much by the slow rhythm against him, like a sensual dance.

One that his body knew just how to respond to.

"Sorry," he said between breaths, only for Takoda to churr and claim his muzzle once more. Emil whined into that kiss. The outside world melted away, the worries and heartache fading into meaninglessness. All that mattered was a more passionate embrace than... well, the most passionate embrace he'd had in a while. Emil was barely aware of turning, one hand fumbling out until it found a solid surface, and then Takoda moaned into his mouth as he pressed the merfolk's back to the wall. His arms tightened around his shoulders, and he leaned in, his hips starting to move with the slow sway of that thick tail against and between his legs.

"Mmh," he growled when they broke apart, feeling his length rising from his sheath. "So good... and I know you're just, you're trying to stay upright, but that feels..."

"Hm? Oh, my tail?" Takoda grinned as Emil nodded. "No, if it was intentional, it'd be more like..."

The full-body contact made his sensual undulation all the more evocative, outright grinding their hips together as the merfolk arched a little.

"Fuck," Emil gasped, "you're making me hard."

The short muzzle touched his ear. "I can feel it, handsome." A finger drew Emil's flattened, blushing ears back up. "I'm slipping out, too. Stars, I like your kissing."

Emil shivered. "So, do you want to... more?"

"I think," Takoda murmured, slipping his hand down until it gently tugged at the one piece of fabric Emil still had on, "this needs to come off."

"Yes," he breathed, though doing that turned out a little more awkward. If it wasn't for the water slowing his movements he was pretty sure he'd have keeled over when he tried to step out of it. Giggling, Takoda slipped down his front to help, and pressed a teasing kiss to his belly just above where Emil's lust was warring with the suddenly cool water. It kept him firm long enough for the merfolk to rise, beads of water slipping from his fur. With as much of a flourish as he dared, Emil looped the garment over one of the upper rungs of the ladder behind them. No sense chancing it clogging a filter.

When they came back together, Emil was leaning towards planting another kiss on that muzzle... except he felt something else firm and heated brush his fur, and his own cock twitched.

"Don't tell anyone else I said this," Takoda murmured, slipping a hand between them, "but I love canine cocks. Nice and girthy, and that knot. Though I'm sure that's far from an uncommon sentiment."

Emil chuckled, and huffed at the gentle squeeze from the other male's fingers. "It's pretty popular, not that I'm complaining. Now, I've seen pictures before, but..." He dropped his own hand, and found the rather more obvious slit below Takoda's waist. And the cock pushing out of it. Unlike his stocky, pointed 'red rocket,' merfolk parts took mostly after their cetacean roots to match the lower half.

Takoda was modestly long, the thick base filled out the spread slit, and then the smooth, flexing length tapered down into a narrow tip at the end. There was a gentle S-like curve to the other male that he traced... and found that tip curling around his thumb.

"Holy shit, I'd seen, there's videos, but..."

Takoda had a very self-satisfied grin. "Not all of us can do it, and while we don't exactly go out and compare ourselves to dolphins, we're pretty sure we don't have as much control as they do. But, it's plenty enough," he purred, his cock slowly flexing and then pressing into Emil's grip, like a very firm tentacle. "Enough to do a few little tricks."

There was no shortage of risqué videos and outright porn of merfolk showing off their prehensile cocks. One particular niche favorite of his was an actor who liked to use his to pull another man's thong aside, spread lube from a bottle in his free hand, and then slip in, centimeter by tapered centimeter. More than once, Emil had wondered what that would be like, a male that could outright massage his prostate until he was a quivering mess. Apparently the merfolk vagina, for those so endowed, had a similar level of internal muscle control; while he hardly had interest in the ladies, he would almost be tempted to try it if the opportunity ever came up. Hell, get sandwiched between Takoda and a lady friend and he'd be too deep in pleasure to care about little things like sexual orientation. It would certainly be an experience...

For the present, he was eager to feel more of Takoda's exotic length, and slow strokes soon got a shiver from the merfolk. His own hand teased from sheath to pointed tip, then down to his balls, gently rolling them in his fingers as if weighing them. His forearm nudged the cock over to touch his, and an idea formed in Emil's head.

"So, how much, can you curl yourself around?" Emil mentally kicked his misfiring brain in hope of better words coming out, at least until Takoda shuddered and arched closer.

"I can. I've only ever done this with other mer," he whispered, licking his muzzle and lining up their hips. "The knot doesn't come out until you're close, right? Mm, fuck, I want to feel that..."

Emil huffed and guided their lengths together. Not the best fit, but it worked. "Pressure around the base... perfect orgasm. I squeeze it when I jerk off. Maybe if you..."

"Mmmh, hope you're ready to start," Takoda growled, that curve turning into a curl around Emil's cock. Nowhere near as flexible as a tongue or maybe even a finger, but he didn't care, he wrapped his hand around them and made a small sound as their hips started moving. "Kiss me again."

He did, and it didn't take long until the embrace was sloppy, more and more of their attention pulled downwards as they found a good rhythm to rub against each other. Water was a terrible lubricant, so he couldn't quite stroke like he was used to, but the pressure, the novelty of his cock being stroked by another cock, along with the gentle glide of both their hands...

It wasn't quite enough. He groaned into the kiss as the pleasure throbbed against a wall just past the point of teasing. Maybe it would be enough to get off, eventually... but he wanted, he needed, more. And from Takoda's squirms, the feeling was mutual.

"Walk me that way," the merfolk huffed, tilting his head towards the nearby alcove. Not the one he'd come out of; that one had been a workstation after all. Not that he cared now. A hammock-like netting was indeed suspended just under the water's surface, though Takoda steered them towards what looked like a half-submerged bathroom setup. He fumbled with an above-water cabinet and pulled out a bottle. "Oil-based lube. Should make it easier."

Emil eagerly accepted a dollop on his hand and worked to spread it over them, and the pleasure nearly stopped the thought that arrived. "Is this, should we be careful of it in the water?"

"This stuff is made for water sex," Takoda purred. "Processing-friendly. These filters are good at picking up oils. So, let's get us nice and slick..."

It didn't take long, and a new attempt at a kiss fumbled as they both moaned from the near-frictionless glide against each other. Within moments, Takoda had pulled him to the hammock, leaving his shoulders and head out of the water while the rest of him pressed to Emil. Normally, frotting was as much keeping the cocks from slipping away from each other and flopping around, lest the mood die in embarrassment or laughter. Even with the lube, Takoda barely suffered from that problem. The curl of his cock around Emil's meant their hands could focus more on the pleasure... and pleasure it was. So hot. Pleasantly hard, too, even with the flexibility. Emil's tongue slipped out as he panted, and then Takado was arching, pressing closer, as much thrusting into their hands as they were stroking, now.

"There it is." Takado's fingers dropped to caress the growing bulge at the base of Emil's shaft. "I want that knot, let me feel you get nice and big for me... oh stars and depths, right there." Evidently, he liked his base being rubbed, too. Emil tightened his grip and slowly twisted his hand as he stroked the sexy boy. "Stars, yes, it... Wait, that's... Emil, Emil, slow down, I'm going to..."

"Come?" Emil grinned. "And... I thought I was pent-up, that I, I'd have my knot swell up and you'd squeeze me until—oh fuck," he gasped, feeling the merfolk thrust and stiffen, a high-pitched noise catching in the merfolk's throat. He really had been close. It brought Emil to the edge himself, though he lost stimulation when the flexible cock straightened from its curl as it throbbed and spurted warmth onto their fur. He gave up his own orgasm and kept stroking and squeezing until the panting merfolk patted and pushed at his hand.

"Naughty boy," Takoda purred, chest heaving, "I was hoping... have us both get off at the same time. It's, hah, it's a merfolk thing. Like canines and your knots."

"Sorry, you just... you got all cute and squirmy, and I couldn't bring myself to stop."

He giggled and drew a finger along the underside of Emil's still-hard shaft. "Well, no sense leaving you hanging. Come here, let me take care of you. I should stay hard enough to still let you feel it..."

"Fuck," Emil huffed as that cock curled around his knot. It was softer than before, but the pressure as much as the situation still enflamed his growing pleasure anew. His balls tightened, as if he needed more signs of his reapproaching climax. "Getting close..."

"That's it, you won't be pent up for long, let me feel that knot, big boy," Takoda purred, muzzle pressing to one of Emil's ears. "Good, thrust for me—hm, does tugging do any—"

"Yes," Emil gasped, toes trying to curl into the floor. The pressure around his knot changed, and he felt each throb building...

"Let it out, Emil, cum for me. What's the word... Right. Tie me."

He wasn't exactly wired to fulfill the knot's biological purpose, but, something deep, instinctual, welled up in him at those words. It wasn't just for breeding, it was intimacy, it was...

He groaned and buried his face in Takoda's shoulder, thankful it was above water as he twitched and squirmed, a well-timed squeeze sending a hot surge through his core, his seed making a further mess of them—or maybe it just dissolved into the water, he couldn't see and didn't care. Not when webbed fingers and a mostly-firm prehensile cock worked him to the best finish he'd had for quite some time, even before the breakup.

The breakup...

He huffed, acknowledged the tightness in his chest. And then let the sensations of the present push away the outside world, leaving him slowly going slack and limp in the merfolk's embrace, a soft chuckling giggle gracing his ears as claws gently stroked through his fur.

"I needed that," he whispered, when he could find words again. "This was... thank you."

"Hm, I like you enough to say, and mean, anytime." Takoda's grin was evident without even having to look. "Though, for comfort's sake..."

"Sorry," Emil said, only to get tapped on the lips by a webbed finger. He followed the merfolk's guidance to recline in the surprisingly comfortable netting of the hammock-bed-thing. Side by side, they shared a slower, more patient kiss, and Emil had to chuckle at the little whirlwind of emotions in his chest as logic and memory returned. "Is it weird that part of me hopes this is more than a short-term rebound? You're too sexy."

Evidently not all the logic, he thought, cringing at what had to be very poor timing for a heavier topic. I'm not even sure I know what to think, how the hell can I expect to talk about it?

To his relief, Takoda just shrugged. "I mean... worst case, it is? I think we can still make a few friendly and fun memories. Even if you move on, at least you're not stuck, you know?"

"I guess so," Emil said, running a hand over Takado's smooth skin and back up to chestnut fur. "Shame these things are never easy."

Takoda's chuckle was soft, unjudging. "If feelings were reasonable, we'd call them reasonings, right?"

"Right. Yeah." He watched Takoda lean over to the wall and pull out two bulbs of water, and they each rehydrated. "Well, there's at least one unreasonable feeling I can handle." He teased around Takoda's slit. "And, uh... next time, I think I might prep for something a little more involved."

Takoda grinned. "You want to see how well this cock of mine massages your prostate, don't you?"

Emil blushed, and his flagging, wagging tail nearly caught on one of the suspension straps for the hammock. "That obvious?"

"That," he said, leaning in with a glint in his eyes, "and it's what I love best about being with another merfolk." His tongue briefly slipped between Emil's lips. "I don't think I could take that knot of yours, not without a lot of practice, but if you want to bury the rest somewhere hot and tight..."

A growl rolled in Emil's throat as he pressed a kiss to Takoda's muzzle, one that threatened to become as passionate as the one that had gotten them fucking in the first place.

Well, he had a lot of getting over it to get over with. Why not have fun while the fun could last?