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"You really shouldn't let me get so rough with you, I could actually hurt you." A young, slim shark said as he carefully treated shallow gashes across a sergal's back. The naive denial of responsibility in the statement wasn't lost on the large, muscled sergal, but he didn't do anything more than sigh. This wasn't something he wanted to deal with often, but he figured it was part of the healing process. Still, while Silas seemed genuinely remorseful, Talos couldn't help but feel a hint of irritation spike up in him. The shark's deep grey skin flexed as he worked butterfly bandages across the cuts, which were wider than they were deep, a product of rough play in bed gone a bit too far. The sergal sunk his shoulders in resignation as the aquatic tucked the last adhesive under his thick brown fur. A pair of smooth, toned arms wrapped tenderly around Talos' neck from behind and he felt a part of his heart melt, washing away any annoyance he felt.

"It's so hard to stay mad at you, you know that?" The sergal's solemn, husky voice rang out in the bedroom as he closed his eyes and brought his hand up to his partner's arms. He stroked softly, feeling the shark's bare chest starting to heave against his back. Talos laid them over to their sides and rolled over to face Silas, being careful not to reopen any of the cuts with too much strain. The younger male's eyes were starting to mist up, so Talos drew him in close, holding him close and safe. After care like this was important, they told him. A very important part of the process. As much as he hated seeing his mate crying like this, he knew deep down it would be worth it in the end. Silas needed help, and Talos was the only one who could really give what he needed.

"I'm really, really sorry, Tal." The shark struggled out through a choked throat. "I don't want to be this way, but I..."

"Shhhhh." Talos replied, running his fingers across his smooth, slick skin. "You can't help it, you didn't do anything to deserve this." The sergal sighed, feeling his heart dropping as he held his mate tighter and tighter. Moments like this truly reminded him just how young Silas was, and how hard he'd been pushed to grow up quickly. He was only 19, and yet here he was, attending therapy sessions every week and having semi-regular emotional breakdowns. Talos had seen some dark times too, he wasn't afraid to admit that, but it paled in comparison to what his best friend in the world had faced in half a decade less time. He took a long, deep breath, calming himself. Thoughts about the past tended to make him angry, justifiably so, but around Silas wasn't the place for it, so he'd long since learned to suppress it until his own sessions.

The sergal traced his claw tips up and down the shark's back carefully, drawing smooth curves around his fin. Silas whimpered softly, soothed a bit by the gentle touch. Talos was patient, and would wait until Silas was ready to get up. This time was for him, and the sergal was of no mind whatsoever to take that away from him. The shark tucked his head down into Talos' neck and kept sobbing quietly, letting his emotions run loose now that he felt safe again. For the sergal, this always proved to be a good time for a bit of meditation, since tender, repetitive action was recommended to help with the after care. He didn't need to put any conscious thought into doing it anymore, it was second nature by now. He had an appointment coming up soon, he remembered. His own therapy visits were only monthly, since he was in a more stable place than his mate was. Talos disliked going, but he knew the importance of it, and seemingly everyone around him stressed that he go, which is why he started to begin with. He had confidence that he'd be able to stop soon though, which was something to look forward to.

"I think I'm okay now, Tal." Silas said softly, shaking Talos from his thoughts. "Are you okay?" The sergal nodded silently and slid them to the edge of the bed, then let the shark stand before he did. Talos remained solemn, but Silas seemed to be recovering quickly, and was growing more energetic as he led his boyfriend out of the room. A look to the window reminded Talos that it was still just early evening, so there was plenty of time to do other things before bed. What exactly that might be, he was completely unsure.

"Are you hungry?" The sergal asked, his voice deep enough to command the whole room around them, despite simply being his speaking tone.

"I could eat, yeah." The shark looked around the tiny kitchen of their apartment, and noticed the list posted on the refrigerator. "Oh, right, we need to get groceries. Wanna just go out to eat?' The sergal shrugged in reply, prompting the shark to walk up to him and look up into his eyes, mocking a pouting face as he did so.

"What?" The sergal's naturally stern tone would be offputting to most, but Silas knew well enough to ignore it.

"What did Marcus say about that?" Silas asked rhetorically, touching his nose to Talos's. The sergal grunted a bit, annoyed by the reminder.

"To be more verbal."

"Mmhmm, and grunting, groaning, and shrugging aren't verbal." Silas pressed his nose against his mate's, forcing the barest hint of a smile to Talos's wide mouth.

"Does take out sound good?" Talos asked, trying not to sound snippy.

"Yeah, it does." Silas said, giving his boyfriend a kiss. "Thank you." The sergal nodded, then padded off to get dressed. A few minutes later, the pair were ready, and left the apartment, walking down to their car. Talos drove an old sedan, which might have been on its last legs were it not for the sergal taking incredibly good care of it. He wasn't much for cars, but learned enough to keep one in good condition, and was determined to do so. Silas got in the passenger side, knowing his boyfriend preferred to drive, and gently pulled one of the sergal's hands across the car after he started it up, weaving his fingers with it and giving him a squeeze.

"You worry about me too much." The sergal said as he began driving.

"Hardly." Silas replied, giving him another squeeze. "I wish you'd be more open about what's on your mind, you know I can see most of it anyways."

"That's exactly why I don't need to." Silas sighed, knowing there was no winning against this logic, no matter how he tried. He'd fought this battle over and over, but never gotten anywhere, and almost wondered why he tried anymore. As always though, just as the resignation began to set in, he looked over and saw the way the evening sun caught Talos's face as he drove. The expression was stoic on the outside, but layers of scars hid just underneath. Scars that maybe only he and Talos's therapist would ever see, but Silas knew that he was the only one who ever saw Talos in this light. Knowing all the damage that laid under the surface, Silas couldn't help but feel a driving need to help his partner, but the inevitable rebuffs left him in an odd place. Due to that stubborn difficulty, it had taken some time to figure out just why Talos felt this way, but Silas had eventually worked it out. Looking back over again, the shark felt the need to help rise up again, and decided to try a new plan of attack.

"I know you think I'm really hurt, deep deep down, and that you have to protect me." Silas said quietly. "And you're right, but for the wrong reasons. It's not that I need you, more that I want you. And down in my core, I want you to want me too."

"I do." Talos said with a sigh. "But you can't support me when you need me for support. It doesn't work like that."

"You're wrong, Talos. I hope you see that soon."

"We're close to town, we should talk about this later." Talos replied bluntly. Silas sighed from deep in his chest, feeling his whole body seem to follow his breath.

"Yeah." The shark replied very softly, almost too quiet to hear. Talos scanned the street and slowed down, looking for a place to stop.

"Burger place okay?" The sergal asked, pretending to be oblivious. The shark nodded, unable to even fake a vocal response.

"Alright." Talos pulled into the parking lot and found a spot, then hopped out of the car. Noticing Silas not getting out, he walked around to his mate's side of the car and opened the door for him and offered a hand to help him. Silas peered up at his boyfriend, his eyes misty, and caught sight of Talos's eyes. They looked tired, almost ragged, but the rest of his expression was like a slate. Silas wiped his face and took the sergal's hand, then stood and fell into his chest. The sergal instinctively embraced him, pulling the shark as tight to his chest as he possibly could.

"I'm sorry." Talos whispered, his normally stern voice cracking apart as he spoke. Silas squeezed back as hard as he could, whiting his knuckles as he gripped the sergal's dense brown fur. His head tucked up into Talos's neck, fitting nicely and feeling secure.

"I know." The aquatic replied. "I'm sorry too." The pair held each other for what might have been seconds or an hour, neither could say, then Talos broke the silence.

"Let's get some food, and head home." His voice was quiet, hushed in a way that Silas had only heard it a scarce few times. "I want to talk about it." Silas felt something break in him, and started crying hard as a smile stretched across his face.

"Okay, Tal, I'd like that too."

The drive through was quick, and the car ride home was peaceful, but silent. Although some of the tension had bled off, there was still a sense of unease in both of the males as the sergal navigated the roads back to their apartment. Silas was railing on himself quietly, his mind running over the blunt way he'd spoken to his boyfriend, someone who he was supposed to care so deeply for. How then, could he attack something so personal so brashly? Certainly, Talos hadn't reacted well, but seeing as he was on the defensive in the conversation, how could he have done much better? The sergal was sitting stoic as ever, and the shark wondered deep down if he was angry, despite logically knowing he wasn't. Talos wasn't one to harbor anger, and when he did, it was more than clear. Still, Silas worried and worried, his hands biting into the sack of take-out in his lap, the light crinkling of paper blending in with the ambient noise of the car, which was the only thing that kept the ride from being completely silent.

After Talos pulled into his place in the apartment parking lot, he walked around to Silas's side and opened the door for him, letting him stand up into a surprise embrace. The sergal weaved his hand with the shark's and gave it a soft squeeze, then lead him up to the apartment door. He unlocked it and walked Silas over to their couch, sitting him down and taking a seat next to him. Silas felt his eyes misting up yet again and rested his head on his mate's shoulder as he watched the sergal pull the food out of the paper bag and separate out the items for each of them.

"Are you okay?" Talos asked with unusually apparent affection and concern. Looking at Silas's face answered his question though, and he did the first thing that came to him. Stretching his legs out, Talos laid back and pulled the shark down into his chest, slipping his legs beneath his mate and across the couch. He laid his hand across Silas's cheek, his touch as gentle and calming as he could manage, and gave his boyfriend a soft kiss.

"Where did this come from?" Silas asked, his voice breaking as tears rolled down his cheeks. Talos looked away, seeming unsure, then turned back.

"Regret, I guess." He said, his voice quivering a bit, almost like fear. "I don't treat you like I should, Silas. I want to fix that." Silas furrowed his brow in confusion, not believing the words he was hearing.

"What? You treat me great, I couldn't ask for much more." Silas said as Talos shook his head, giving the shark another soft kiss.

"I treat you how they tell me to." He replied. "I want to be better than that. Perfect, no, I can't be that, but I can be better. You deserve better." Silas looked as if someone had just slapped him in the face, his jaw hanging loose just a bit.

"How do you plan on doing that?" The aquatic asked, unsure of what response was even feasible.

"I'm not sure yet." The sergal admitted. "I know what the answer is, but not how to do it. I need to lean on you more, like you asked, but I honestly don't know how. I need to learn. I want to learn." Silas whimpered quietly, feeling almost overwhelmed by Talos's sudden change of heart.

"What made you want this so badly? You seemed dead set against it not thirty minutes ago."

"I made you cry." Talos said shamefully, breaking eye contact. "I can't let that happen again. I won't."

"Tal..." Silas squeaked out through his tears. "I... I don't know what to say to that."

"Don't say anything." The sergal replied plainly. "I haven't done it yet." Silas almost argued, but stopped himself and smiled softly. Something about that pigheaded modesty reassured him, and he was happy to end on that.

"Alright." The younger male said. "We should eat, food's getting cold." The sergal nodded and sat them upright, then started unwrapping their food.

* * * * *

"So, how was your week?" A well-dressed rat asked, easing back in his chair as Talos tried to get comfortable in his seat. "Or month, I suppose. Anything interesting happen with you or your boyfriend?" Talos braced against the arm of the couch he was sitting on, resting his head on his fist.

"Few things. Been looking forward to this for a couple days now."

"Oh, really?" The rat said, arching a brow. "You've been wanting to talk about it?"

"Yeah, it's fairly important, and I need to know what to do." Talos stopped for a moment, catching himself. "Not looking for a magic bullet, of course, but some guidance or direction would be nice." He'd been over this with himself a few times, and while Silas said that it was certainly a good idea, he made sure Talos was grounded in reality as far as potential solutions were concerned.

"Well, lucky for you, that's what I do for a living!" The rat chirped cheerfully, hoping to lighten the deathly serious tone that Talos was giving off. Certainly, he was used to the sergal being solemn, but this seemed to be an exceptional case.

"Suppose I'll just get into it then." The sergal began. "Silas and I have had an issue for a bit now, Dr. Forester, and we've spoken a bit about it before. I think you called me a... stoic?"

"Ah, yes, that." The rat replied. "And I wish you'd call me Marcus, I'm your therapist, not your attorney." The rat felt the tension in the air ease a bit, knowing almost exactly where the conversation was going now.

"Well, regardless, I got into it with him a bit over it. Not a fight, not really, but we got a bit harsh with each other." Talos let his eyes fall to the floor. "And I shouldn't have let that happen."

"Think you may have struck the problem there." Marcus said, retrieving his coffee mug from his desk and taking a sip. Talos didn't look up, but narrowed his eyes, pondering what he meant.

"I'm not sure I follow."

"We'll see if I'm right later, it doesn't matter much yet. Keep going."

"Silas told me he wanted me to be more open to him, says I don't talk about my feelings enough." Talos sighed, running through the car ride again.

"Mmmm, and your take on it?"

"I'm not sure anymore." The sergal admitted, looking up to the rat. "Three days ago, I'd have told you I couldn't do that, because he needs me for support. Now though, I know that can't be the answer."

"So where, then, does the problem lie?" Marcus asked, taking another sip of coffee.

"I hurt him by not being able to let him help me, I saw it in his eyes. Nothing is broken yet, but I need to figure out how to fix that soon, before something happens." Talos began tensing up again, the muscles in his shoulders mounding up with stress.

"Square breathing, Talos. In, count to four, out, count to four." The rat said calmly. "There's no need to be so dire, not yet. Silas is a faithful young man, he'll see you through this if he knows you're trying." Talos nodded and started to breath deeply, letting his body relax slowly.

"So, how do I let him help me?" Marcus fought back a smirk at the odd question, trying to think of a way to explain without sounding like a smartass.

"Alright, Talos, I hope you don't take offense, but I'm going to be very plain and blunt here. That okay?"

"You know I'd prefer that." The sergal said flatly.

"I figured, but, you know, legal and procedures and all that. Covering my ass." The rat straightened up and set his coffee aside. "I want you to list some things that've had any lasting stress on you this week, aside of this thing with your boyfriend." Talos nodded and thought for a moment.

"Manager at work has been pretty abrasive this past month or so, personal stuff, I think. I don't ask. But he's been pushing me to work longer hours and I really don't want to do that."

"Alright, what else?" The rat braced his elbow on his knee and leaned onto it. "It can be stupid stuff too, just anything stressful."

"Mom's been texting me about family issues, complaining about a bunch of little things here and there. Nothing major enough to note or remember, but it's been fairly annoying."

"Mmmm, okay. Do you have one more or are you out?" The doctor asked. Talos shifted uncomfortably and hesistated, then replied quietly.

"That heavy feeling is starting to come back again." Marcus nodded and leaned over to write something on his notepad.

"Gotcha, don't have to say anything else." The rat shifted back in his seat again and took a breath. "Alright, so here's your starting point. When you go home, find a good time to talk to Silas, when he's not distracted by anything and has time to listen, then tell him about this stuff. In detail."

"But he doesn't need to hear about it." Talos said, confused. Marcus couldn't resist the smirk this time, but kept it as subtle as he could.

"Talos, this is how you let him help." The rat explained. "You tell him about the stuff that's bothering you, and let him help you work through it. He can't help if you don't talk. It doesn't matter if it's stupid, or if he doesn't care about the actual thing in question. He cares about you, and that's why he wants to help. Does that make sense?" Talos nodded, his eyes lighting up a bit before he started to grimace.

"Wait, do I have to tell him about the heavy feeling?"

"I would." Marcus replied. "But that's something pretty big for you, so I can understand if you need to work up to it. I think he'll understand though, after all he's been through." Talos pondered for a moment, then nodded once more.

"Okay. I can do that." The rat smiled and looked over to the clock on the wall.

"Good to hear." He said, looking back to the sergal. "Looks like you have a little time left. Anything else you want to talk about?"

"This was really the only thing on my mind, to be honest." Talos admitted with a shrug. "Thank you for your help though, Dr. Forester."

"It's Marcus, Talos." The rat chided playfully. "And you're welcome. I'll see you in a few weeks then."

Talos nodded, then stood and walked out the door, closing it behind him. He noted a lynx he didn't recognize passing him and walking into the room he'd just left as he walked towards the door. Must be a new face, he thought, making his way out to the car where Silas was waiting. Normally, the shark didn't accompany him to his sessions, as his were later in the week, but he insisted he come along today for "moral support". Silas looked up from his phone and smiled wide when he saw his boyfriend approaching the car, slipping the device into his jacket and tracking Talos as he made his way to the driver's side door.

"So, how'd it go?" He greeted as the sergal sat down into the car and turned it on.

"Good." Talos said with the barest hints of excitement in his voice. "I have something to do when we get home, so that's something at least." The shark arched his brow and pursed his lips, curious.

"Oh? What kind of something?"

"You'll see." Talos said, letting a smile overtake his face. "The car isn't a good place for it."

The car ride home was tense, but excitedly so. Talos seemed eager to share something, and Silas was just happy to see him so energized. The past few months seemed to have weighed on the sergal in ways that Silas had little insight to, if only because Talos shrugged off anything and everything that might be exacerbating his problems. It was better than before, he noted, since he'd started going to therapy. This seemed like a big development though, so the shark couldn't help but share some of his mate's energy, not that he was reluctant to at all. When they reached the apartment complex, Talos jumped out of the car as soon as it was parked, then trotted up to the door. Silas followed, finding his boyfriend's excitement more and more contagious as he walked up the stairs to their door. Talos unlocked the door and walked inside, letting the shark just barely pass by him before he shut it and walked over to the couch.

"So, you have to do something?" Silas asked as he sat down next to his overeager mate.

"Yeah, I'm supposed to talk to you about some stuff." Talos took the shark's hand and squeezed it, his excitement seeming to bleed away now. Silas perked an eyebrow, wondering how something like that could have him so excited.

"Mmmm, alright, what kind of stuff?"

"Well..." Talos felt his heart start to grow a little heavier now, but forced himself to continue, despite the protests in the back of his head. Silas listened intently as the sergal went into detail about the things that he'd mentioned to Marcus, and a couple others that he'd thought of on the way home. Talos watched closely as he spoke, sizing up Silas's reactions and noticing he never seemed to grow disinterested or bored, but rather seemed to be almost completely engaged, even adding a quip here or there where appropriate. As Talos started to wind down though, Silas could tell there was still more.

"That's about it, I think." Talos said, trying to hide a hint of a nervous tone.

"Do you think you'll be able to do this more often?" Silas asked, cocking his head. "Obviously in the future there'll be less new stuff, so it won't take as long."

"I think so, but..." Talos trailed off and let his eyes fall to the floor.

"There's something else?" Silas asked, deciding that it would be best to ask and not let him bury it. "You know I'll listen, no matter what it is."

"Don't get me wrong, you've more than proved that, Silas." Talos said, fighting off a creeping melancholy. "It's just that this is kind of a bigger thing. I don't know if I want to talk about it yet." Silas didn't respond, instead sliding close and pulling the sergal down onto him and laying back into the couch. Talos felt odd for a moment when faced with the sudden inversion of norms, but cast those thoughts aside and rested his head against Silas's chest, letting his partner hold him tenderly.

"Don't rush it." Silas said softly. "I'm sorry I put you on the spot there."

"You didn't." Talos reassured. "Or rather, you couldn't have known you would be." Silas nodded and combed through the sergal's thick brown fur, raking down from the crest of his head and down the back of his neck.

"All the same, you don't have to push it. It took me a long time to get all of my stuff out with you, so I can't blame you at all if you need time to work out what this is before telling me, or if you need to just get more comfortable with it. Just know that I'm right here, and I'm keeping an open mind." Talos started rubbing his cheek against Silas, but found the shark's shirt annoying, so he pawed around for the hem of it and pushed it up.

"Don't get any ideas, I just like the contact." Talos teased limply as Silas took his shirt off with a smile.

"I wasn't thinking anything, see?" The shark replied, knocking on his head gently and making a hollow noise with his mouth. Talos smiled up at him and leaned close, shutting his eyes. Silas met him, giving him a soft kiss on the lips, then leaned his head back as the sergal rested on his chest again. A bit of time passed, and the pair were getting very comfortable, with Silas starting to drift to sleep, only waking up from Talos starting to talk once more.

"I think I want to talk about it." The sergal said quietly. Silas parsed the statement and shook himself awake, wanting to pay full attention to his mate now.

"Okay, I'm listening." He said, giving the larger male a kiss on the head. The sergal blushed a bit and stumbled over his words for a moment, trying to find a place to start.

"When I think about stuff for a while, or when I have a rough week, I start to get this heavy feeling in my... well, all over my body, really." Talos began, speaking a bit slow and picking his words carefully. "It's not physical, it's just a feeling. It starts to feel kinda hard to move, but in a lethargic kind of way. I talked to Dr. Forester about it, because I realized after a while that it's not me getting sick, and he talked to me about it for a while."

"Did he say what he thinks it is?" Silas asked, making no attempt to hide his concern.

"He told me it wasn't going to be a diagnosis until he'd had time to develop a longer trend, because it comes and goes a lot." The sergal pressed himself against his boyfriend a bit more, who squeezed him tightly, then continued. "He said it's pretty symptomatic of depression, and that it might have roots in anxiety. The other thing is, it's been gone for a bit now, but it started coming back a few days ago, after we talked about me opening up more." Silas winced a bit, making what now seemed like an obvious connection.

"Tal, I'm so sorry that I stressed you out with that. I didn't know you were dealing with this." Silas said, feeling his eyes tear up a bit. He looked down though, when he felt Talos rubbing him, shaking his head against the shark's chest.

"It's okay, Silas." He said, squeezing the shark hard. "I needed something to push me to move. Every other time it happened, I just didn't talk about it with you and waited until it finally went away. Dr. Forester always told me to talk about it with you, but I didn't want to burden you when you already have so much to deal with." Silas squeezed back, holding the larger male as tight as he could and resting his chin on top of the sergal's head.

"You're way too sweet to me." Silas said as he kissed the sergal's head again. "Sweet to a fault, really, but that's okay." The pair relaxed together for a while, and Talo felt the warmth returning to him, happy to be in his boyfriend's arms, in the care of someone who loved him. Silas kept pecking his head every once in a while, making the sergal smile wider every time.

After a while, Talos looked up and met Silas's warm, trusting eyes, then crawled up the shark's body a bit, feeling much safer now. Silas cocked his head curiously and was surprised when Talos pressed in, kissing him intensely. Once the mild shock wore off, Silas pressed back, letting his arms draw even tighter around the sergal. Talos, on the other hand, let his touch roam, with one of his hands finding its way to the crotch of Silas' pants. Silas smiled against the sergal's lips and pushed his hips forward, settling his bulge right in Talos's palm. The larger male kneaded his mate gently, but slowly got rougher as he felt the shark hardening up. Silas groaned gently and ground his bulge into Talos's palm, loving the sergal's warm, squeezing touch. Soon, Silas's groaning had evolved into deep growls and his grinding grew ever more intense. Unsurprisingly, it didn't take much more of this before Talos broke the kiss to ask a question, drawing a hungry growl from his mate.

"You sure about this?" Talos asked, slowing his hand for a moment just to be sure. "Just want to make sure first."

"Talos, please!" The shark snarled. The sergal smirked, feeling the shark's twin cocks throbbing, even through his jeans.

"Alright, alright!" The sergal said, grinning wide. "Just let me loosen myself up a little first." Talos slid his pants down and started to slip a hand under his tail when Silas spoke up.

"No!" Silas said, not even trying to hide the carnal need in his voice. "I want you inside me, Tal. I want it bad, really goddamn bad." Talos locked eyes with his boyfriend for a moment, his skepticism clear to the shark.

"What about the... you know, the therapy thing?"

"Fuck that, they told me it was up to me to say when I need it. Right now, with you, I don't need it, not after the past couple hours. Hell, after the past couple days, seeing how you've worried about me so much, I don't know if I'll need that again. I trust you so much, I could never feel unsafe with you." Talos hesitated, treading unknown waters now.

"A-alright, Silas, I'll go slow for you, that sound good?" The shark shook his head, his eyes intense, but not angry.

"No, Talos, I want it hard. I want you to fuck me the way that I fuck you. I want to feel that again. I know you know where all my lines are, what you can push and what you can't. I trust you, completely. I need this, Tal, and I think you might need it too." The sergal waited a moment, then took a deep breath, nodding. The look in Silas's eyes told him that this wasn't a joke, or him bluffing for the sergal's sake. He really, honestly wanted this.

"Alright." He said, then arched a brow curiously. "You want it just like normal, but with me in charge?" The shark nodded eagerly, his eyes wide with anticipation. Talos sat up and took another breath, loosening up his shoulders, then reached down to Silas. With a deft hand, he yanked the shark's shirt the rest of the way off, leaving him bare-chested. Then, Talos dove down, latching his teeth around Silas's shoulder as he worked the aquatic's jeans open. Silas tugged at the sergal's shirt a few times before the larger male let him take it off, then wove his fingers through his mate's thick brown fur, gripping handfuls as Talos chewed on the shark's tense shoulder muscles. He was rough, but took care not to break skin, and dragged his tongue over the bites as he slowly moved closer to Silas's neck, eliciting moan after moan from the smaller male. Just as Talos's snout was starting to disappear into the his hair, Silas felt his pants loosen and slide off, with his briefs following suit shortly after. The shark groaned in great relief as his cocks sprung up, then shivered as Talos's greedy hand took hold of both and began to pump them slowly.

"Please, Talos." Silas whimpered out between moans, his legs starting to quiver now from the loss of control. The sergal growled softly and pulled away from the shark's neck, but kept close so he could still hear.

"Beg." He whispered, then dipped back down and resumed his biting. Silas felt his muscles tense and fought with himself, trying not to moan so he could get a couple words out.

"Talos, I need you to fuck me, rail my ass, make me your bitch." Silas squeaked out, relishing every word as he said it. "I want to be your fucktoy, please Talos!" The sergal smirked and let go of Silas's cocks, then got to his knees, towering over the shark. Silas looked him up and down, unused to seeing his boyfriend in such a powerful light, and loving the thought of it. His lust grew ten times, though, when his wandering eyes got to Talos's cock. The massive length stood out proudly, and Talos's hard knot was nothing to ignore, rounding off the base of his cock nicely.

"You've been waiting for this, huh?" Talos teased as he watched his boyfriend stare down his cock. "Every single time we fucked, you got off on the idea of taking this one day." Silas couldn't do much but blush and nod, watching Talos take his legs and pull them over his shoulders, baring his asshole to his new master.

"Hard, Talos, that's all I want." Silas said, his voice quivering with excitement. Talos just grunted in agreement and pushed his cock head in, feeling the shark's tight ass start to envelop him. He gave the shark a moment to adapt, then thrust himself in, right up to the knot, forcing a squeal from Silas's mouth. Talos gave him no respite though, fluidly rolling his hips back for another pump and back in again before the shark had a chance to say a word. Instead, the aquatic let Talos know how he felt with a series of groans, whimpers, and deep, growling moans. The sergal was hardly about to let that be the end of it though, and curled his palm around Silas's neck, squeezing the sides firmly. Euphoria flashed in the shark's eyes and he bit his fingers into his mate's hips, making Talos feel all the more encouraged. The sergal leaned in and put more weight behind his thrusts until the wet slaps and plops were loud enough that he swore the neighbors could hear. Talos braced his knee into the couch to free up his other hand, which he'd been using for balance, and took hold of Silas's dripping, hard cocks once more. He grinned wide and pumped quickly, trying to match the pace of his own thrusts, frotting the shark against himself.

"You said you wanted hard." Talos growled out. "Am I living up to that?" The shark tried and failed to force out a response between his moans, letting the words get lost in the noise. Talos grunted, slamming his hips into Silas, reminding the shark that he still had a knot to take. Knowing a punishment was coming if he didn't reply, Silas tried again to respond.

"Ye-yeaaaaahnnnn.." He weakly said, stretching it into a moan as Talos pressed deep, stretching him with his knot. The pure anticipation of taking that thick bulb was driving him up the wall, and close to the edge, but Talos snapped him out of those thoughts with another loud grunt.

"Louder." Talos ordered. "Much. God. Damn. Louder." The sergal thrust deep again, even harder than before, and felt his knot sink in a little more, and the shark's ass fight him even harder, trying desperately to keep him out.

"FUCK!" Silas howled. "Yes, Talos! You're fucking great, please, just don't fucking stop!" The shark shut his eyes tight and tensed up all over, making Talos smirk with satisfaction.

"Goooood." He said with a deep growl, pumping harder and harder so as to work Silas's ass loose. "God, you're fucking tight, you know that? I thought you were keeping yourself looser than this. Gonna need to fuck the living hell out of you to get you how I want you." The shark didn't respond directly, but his reaction gave Talos a pretty good idea of how he felt about that idea. The sergal relished the tightness for now though, enjoying the hard squeeze that Silas was giving his cock, so much so that he decided to return the favor. The shark shivered hard as Talos squeezed his cocks together, rubbing them back and forth against each other in his firm grip, still pumping them from base to tip and milking every inch.

"Fuuuuuck, Tal... I'm gonna cum soon." Silas moaned out, his stomach muscles fluttering and his back starting to arch. Talos nodded and squeezed his neck a little bit harder, earning him a few softer moans that meant the shark really was close to breaking. The sergal drove his hips in, fighting his knot into the shark's tight ass, then popping it back out right as it was cresting inside. Silas let out a disappointed whimper, and Talos felt an urge in his heart light up. He'd tease his mate all day, certainly, but that sort of disappointment was unacceptable.

"Get a grip on me, Silas." The sergal said, digging both knees in on either side of the shark. Silas complied, weaving his fingers deep into the sergal's fur and holding tight. Talos pulled his mate's legs around his hips, then pressed his chest down into the shark's. Now that he was in position, the sergal started to roll his whole body against Silas, railing into him with all of his weight and making his sack swing, rapping it heavily against the aquatic's firm ass. Silas cried out louder, feeling his mate slipping much deeper than before and, after a few starting thrusts, Talos's knot plopping in and out of him. Overwhelmed, Silas couldn't think of anything to do but grip tighter and bite down into Talos's shoulder, unafraid of breaking skin in the way that the sergal had been earlier. Talos didn't mind though, rather, the pain felt amazing to him in the moment, and only served to bring him closer to the edge.

Silas quivered and shook under Talos's relentless assault, finally breaking and sinking his teeth just a hair deeper into his boyfriend's shoulder and arching his stomach up against Talos's as twin streams of cum shot out of him, streaking through the sergal's fur. Talos felt his resolve snap from the combined sensation, and buried his knot completely into Silas with a final, heavy drive. Silas moaned urgently into Talos's thick muscle, feeling the knot swell inside him, stretching him right up to his limit, then squealed when Talos began to empty his heavy balls inside him. The flood of warmth washed through Silas, radiating out from his stomach and leaving him completely exhausted. Talos didn't hold up for much longer, soon resting his whole weight down onto Silas. The shark exhaled deeply and carefully unclenched his jaw, releasing Talos from his grip, then gently licked at the wounds.

"I hope I-"

"You didn't hurt me." Talos reassured, cutting Silas off. The shark smiled, continuing to nurse his boyfriend's bite marks.

"Good, because we're doing this again." Silas said. "Later, of course. You nearly killed me just now."

"Mmmm, that good?" Talos asked, stroking the shark's cheek tenderly.

"Yeah, that good, don't let it go to your ego." Silas teased, looking over to give Talos a kiss. The sergal met him and pressed deep, wanting more than just a peck. Silas smiled wide and nuzzled against his mate's chest, getting comfortable.

"I won't, I promise." The sergal sighed deeply, trying to relax his tense muscles. "I love you, Silas." Talos rubbed his cheek against Silas's head, making the smaller male whimper happily.

"I love you too, Tal." The shark chirped happily. "Today was a good day."

"Yeah, it really, really was."