A little dingdongdingdong telling Matt he got it right chimes in the booth and the next question is shown to Fish. The merfolk glances over at the man for a moment, amused.
"Hard to tell that was my favorite color, huh?"
They glanced back at the screen, made their selection and the display was passed over to Matt.
"What, you don't like green?" Fish laughs. This game is pretty amusing. It was a pretty good way to break the ice between strangers. Matt's touch lands upon the option and the same dingdongdingdong sounds in the booth.
"I picked dolphins because I relate to them a lot. They're playful, they're charming, and they have sex for fun."
The display now opens for Fish's side and now, the selections seem to have them smirking. They strike a thoughtful pose, the end of their long red fingernails tapping against their lips. They select something, then the display moves to Matt's side once more.
"I've had some poor experiences, let's leave it at that." Maybe someone as bubbly (heh) and fun as Fish could change his mind, though. That remains to be seen.
"Oh thank God," Matt breathes out, relieved until everything they said registers fully, "Oh! You are... Very forward, aren't you?"
Seems the game is, too. His mouth hangs open for a few moments as he glances between the choices and his player 1, trying to figure out just by looking. No, that's not the sort of thing you can learn from how someone holds themselves, or where they look around the room.
"My theory," Matt begins cautiously, "Is that there's only one that everyone has."
At the answer, a resounding bubuuuuuuuuuu resonates through the booth. Fish smirks at the man across from them and on the display, the correct answer, C, was highlighted.
"I'm forward enough to admit that I do enjoy a good cock. Or two. Or three."
They grin, crossing their legs and fluttering their eyes at him. Now, the display comes up before the both of them and their score comes up.
Matt Miller + Cinnis Sedonsath 88%
Fish's eyes are wide, seeing their real name on the screen like that. Somehow, that alone was enough to knock the wind out of their sails. However, the booth seems to be celebrating, blasting confetti over them and a gift basket appears from a module loaded with a variety of octopus-themed love objects.
Not only is it forward, it's quite informative. Two, Matt can understand. Three? He has to start mentally counting where they could fit. Maybe he'd made a few assumptions about the other player's anatomy that weren't entirely fair?
Or maybe he's making assumptions about capacity...
It's not until the confetti smacks him in the face that he realizes that he should probably stop trying to imagine these things with the other person present. Right.
"Well," Oh, that was a little sharp as Matt tries to refocus his mind, "as illuminating as that was, er," he glances at the screen, "C.. Cinnis?"
Don't worry, he definitely butchers the name.
"We should... Probably..."
He can't even keep focus as his eyes drift between the number, the baskets, and, well, Fish. 88% is rather high, isn't it?
"Oh..." Fish smiles sheepishly at the man sitting across from him. "Matt, huh? Well, you can call me Fish instead. It's a lot simpler than my real name. Most everyone calls me that."
They pick up the gift basket and take a look inside. Everything, genuinely, is all too alien to them. For Fish, hooking up was basically just shacking up in some ratty inn or in a back alley, nothing like this with shiny octopus-shaped toys and what seemed to be some strange vial of viscous black liquid, and some kind of rubbery tentacle... sculpture? This was all too strange. But on the flipside...
"Well, now you know I like having sex for fun and I enjoy cocks. I suppose you should tell me more about yourself, Matt."
"You don't think that's a little on the nose?" No, Matt has no idea how rude that might be considered.
Matt, on the other hand, seems almost bored with the offerings he's won. More lube, more toys. He holds down a button and something buzzes to life to his satisfaction before he turns it back off and tucks it back into the basket.
"You should be happy with," he clears his throat and makes a vague gesture to the basket in their hands, "in that case." Not that he's unhappy with his! He just...
He's not going to jump for joy about it in public, is all.
"Let's see... Blue, dolphins, and I think I showed my hand on the last one?" That covers what they've already been through, "If it's not prying... What species are you? I'm human," pause, "Male. Adult."
At Matt's first comment, Fish simply laughs. They're all too used to this. But that's exactly why they have that nickname. They watch as he tests out one of the toys, watches it as it buzzes.
Fish honestly still doesn't get what everything in the basket is used for. Though... they could kind of infer that they're for a sexual kind of thing. Especially with how Matt was gesturing to it after they pointed out the facts about them.
They'll figure it out eventually.
"Ah, I don't mind it at all. I'm a merfolk. An adult. And... I don't really care for gender. Though if it matters, I do have a cock."
There are probably dozens of people they could ask if they needed help with it.
"You know, your kind are usually portrayed as..." Matt makes another gesture, this time towards Fish's legs, "fishier in my world. Er - sorry, I just mean they usually have more of a fifty-fifty split. Your way seems a lot more convenient, if I'm honest."
... Maybe a little due to the casual addition Fish offers about their genital situation, though Matt seems a little awkward about that.
"Oh! Er - it's... Not really a concern of mine. Not - not... What you have, in particular, just... I don't personally have a preference."
"Ah yes... I'm familiar with those merfolk as well," Fish hums, kicking their legs a little. "Those merfolk are even more isolated than my kind are. I'm genuinely glad I'm able to go adventuring."
At Matt revealing his lack of a preference though, Fish's eyes kind of brighten up. They turn so their whole upper half was facing him now.
"Really now? That's really refreshing. I've met so many who cared, really. It's nice to hear someone say they don't have a preference. Me neither, actually. What matters to me are that people are engaging... and are interested."
At that last word, Fish gives Matt a little flirty wink.
"You hardly seem isolated to me," It's meant to be a compliment, really. Fish does seem very outgoing! And... Open. It's actually weirdly refreshing, reminiscent of home in a strange way.
"Really? Most of the people I know don't care," Matt shrugs rather casually, until he catches that wink. Then he's right back to flustered and off his game with a short, awkward laugh.
โAre you asking about my skill at well-timed winks?โ Fish chuckles, maybe feeling a lot more comfortable with Matt now. So much so that theyโve managed to sneak a hand across the space between them to gently touch his arm. They would have gone for his thigh, but Fish had at least enough sense in them to not let their thirst overpower them.
โI could be humble and say itโs something Iโve practiced for years but... Iโve always had a way with words... and with actions.โ
Fishโs voice dips a little at that last phrase, melodic and seductive. There was no doubt about them flirting now.
At that, Fish really couldnโt help but laugh, all too amused by how flustered theyโve gotten the man. They put their hand over Mattโs, letting their slender fingers slide up against the gaps between Mattโs. From that alone, Matt can feel skin thatโs very smooth, nearly rubbery in texture but also very soft. Clearly someone takes good care of their skin.
โYou can go ahead and touch this skin, honey. Touch all this skin.โ
To say that Matt's stunned is an understatement at the very least. The contact, like every other touch that day, feels so electric and he yearns for more - and after how much he's done already it's so hard to put the brakes on now - but...
He chews his bottom lip a little, still trying to work out some of his hesitation. Sure, they seem... Pretty interested! Very. Very interested. But they aren't even the same species! And... Well...
Fish's voice gets him in the end, has him grinning and slowly skating his fingers up the underside of their arm.
โJust like that...โ Fish coos encouragingly, moving closer in now. In the dim electric lights of the booth, this kind of encounter feels almost anonymous and forbidden. Their free hand moves to caress Mattโs cheek, gentle and yet teasing.
Matt hadn't realized he was holding his breath until his chest starts to ache, leaving him to huff out an undignified puff of air when he feels that soft hand against his cheek. God, he wishes he could help the way his eyes slide close so easily at the contact.
"Hmm?"
Wait, what? Sorry, Matt's too caught up by the touch to... Oh. Oh.
Matt's eyes flutter open and he looks around the booth as if assessing its security. It's... Private enough, right? A little cramped, but... If they're just kissing, it's fine, isn't it?
"You know," Matt laughs, soft and under his breath as he leans forward, "Nnnnot many people would ask."
"I thought it's just proper. I'm not human, after all."
And with that, Fish leans in to close the space between them. The first kiss is soft, a brief meeting of lips, a soft smear of blue and deep purple. Then, Fish moves in again, this time letting the meeting linger a little longer.
The third time, the merfolk rolls their tongue gently against Matt's mouth, hoping for the other to respond positively.
Matt grins at that, letting the first kiss sink in before he lets the reason for it slip.
"You think you're my first?"
He thinks he's being vague and mysterious and attractive and it has him so bubbly for the other kisses, soft and light and easy as he presses against Fish's lips, tries to get a taste for them.
And then they offer the chance and a shiver rolls languidly down his spine. Matt parts his lips, playing at something along the lines of demure despite the curious way his hands glide along Fish's shoulders. Hopefully those fins aren't sensitive, because he does get his fingers on them.
Fish is too caught up in the kissing to answer Matt, also feeling a shiver run through them as he acts agreeable to their invitation. They kiss him deeply, tongue pressing into his mouth, finding his tongue and sliding up against it.
And then those hands of his pass over their shoulder fins unexpectedly and Fish lets out a surprisingly loud moan into Matt's mouth. They flush hard at the way they reacted, maybe a little embarrassed by how sensitive that part of them was. Slowly, they broke the kiss to give them a little moment to recover from the surprise.
"Hah... looks like you found where I'm sensitive."
Just when Matt thinks the guttural moan that rumbles in his throat is a bit much, Fish comes out with a sound that sets him shivering. Judging by his own surprise, he's pretty obviously not used to being the one to cause that sort of reaction.
By the look on his face as he looks them over, the easy smirk showing a few too many teeth, he certainly enjoys it.
God he wishes he knew how to top confidently without some kind of foundation.
"I," Matt starts, wetting his lips as he searches for some kind of lead, "Can work with that?"
Terrible. His brow furrows. Try again.
"I mean," he course-corrects as he rubs small circles into the webbing of Fish's fins, "I'd like to find out where else you're sensitive?"
In the darkness of the booth, it might be hard to tell how flustered Fish is. But Matt could probably feel how deep their breathing has become, and how warm they must be to the touch. Fish has had their fins played with before, but in the past, they had expected the move. Here, they were caught completely off-guard.
Matt correcting himself totally flies over their head. The only thing that registered was his fingers still playing with the webbing and that grin of his. Oceans, Fish wanted more.
โMm... I can show you more in a more private space, maybe.โ
Their fingers move up and play with the front of Mattโs clothing.
The heat of their skin and breath has Matt enraptured. Every reaction that Fish offers up is pure sensation, a new curiosity for him to file away for later. So far this is so much better than any fantasy he could have dreamed up, better than any fairy tale or movie could have posited.
Matt can practically feel the butterflies scatter when Fish makes the offer, and it's all he can do to keep from nervously laughing.
"I," His voice cracks a little from the sheer effort of trying to stay composed, "Hardly think there's anything on my schedule, at the moment."
One hand drags light along the webbing of Fish's arm as they play with his clothes, and the other cups their chin as Matt leans in to press another quick kiss to their lips.
Fish breathes softly at the kiss. This encounter was absolutely exciting them. And they absolutely couldn't wait to take Matt somewhere they could be alone.
"Let's go back to my place for a while... unless you have a better idea."
Fish pulled Matt by the lapel of his coat now, taking the basket of goodies from the booth with them. As they were still new to the city, it didn't seem like a good idea to go check into one of the hotels up on the first level. So the only other place to go from here was back down into the second level and into their apartment.
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A little dingdongdingdong telling Matt he got it right chimes in the booth and the next question is shown to Fish. The merfolk glances over at the man for a moment, amused.
"Hard to tell that was my favorite color, huh?"
They glanced back at the screen, made their selection and the display was passed over to Matt.
a. Octopus
b. Dolphin
c. Jellyfish
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The new choices prove a bit more interesting though, prompting a quirk of the eyebrow from Matt.
"I really hope this isn't your favorite seafood selection," he chuckles, but there's a little hesitance behind it as he selects option B.
"No - I seriously hope you don't eat dolphin."
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"I picked dolphins because I relate to them a lot. They're playful, they're charming, and they have sex for fun."
The display now opens for Fish's side and now, the selections seem to have them smirking. They strike a thoughtful pose, the end of their long red fingernails tapping against their lips. They select something, then the display moves to Matt's side once more.
a. Ass
b. Tits
c. Cock
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"Oh thank God," Matt breathes out, relieved until everything they said registers fully, "Oh! You are... Very forward, aren't you?"
Seems the game is, too. His mouth hangs open for a few moments as he glances between the choices and his player 1, trying to figure out just by looking. No, that's not the sort of thing you can learn from how someone holds themselves, or where they look around the room.
"My theory," Matt begins cautiously, "Is that there's only one that everyone has."
With that, he locks in on answer A.
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"I'm forward enough to admit that I do enjoy a good cock. Or two. Or three."
They grin, crossing their legs and fluttering their eyes at him. Now, the display comes up before the both of them and their score comes up.
88%
Fish's eyes are wide, seeing their real name on the screen like that. Somehow, that alone was enough to knock the wind out of their sails. However, the booth seems to be celebrating, blasting confetti over them and a gift basket appears from a module loaded with a variety of octopus-themed love objects.
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Or maybe he's making assumptions about capacity...
It's not until the confetti smacks him in the face that he realizes that he should probably stop trying to imagine these things with the other person present. Right.
"Well," Oh, that was a little sharp as Matt tries to refocus his mind, "as illuminating as that was, er," he glances at the screen, "C.. Cinnis?"
Don't worry, he definitely butchers the name.
"We should... Probably..."
He can't even keep focus as his eyes drift between the number, the baskets, and, well, Fish. 88% is rather high, isn't it?
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They pick up the gift basket and take a look inside. Everything, genuinely, is all too alien to them. For Fish, hooking up was basically just shacking up in some ratty inn or in a back alley, nothing like this with shiny octopus-shaped toys and what seemed to be some strange vial of viscous black liquid, and some kind of rubbery tentacle... sculpture? This was all too strange. But on the flipside...
"Well, now you know I like having sex for fun and I enjoy cocks. I suppose you should tell me more about yourself, Matt."
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Matt, on the other hand, seems almost bored with the offerings he's won. More lube, more toys. He holds down a button and something buzzes to life to his satisfaction before he turns it back off and tucks it back into the basket.
"You should be happy with," he clears his throat and makes a vague gesture to the basket in their hands, "in that case." Not that he's unhappy with his! He just...
He's not going to jump for joy about it in public, is all.
"Let's see... Blue, dolphins, and I think I showed my hand on the last one?" That covers what they've already been through, "If it's not prying... What species are you? I'm human," pause, "Male. Adult."
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Fish honestly still doesn't get what everything in the basket is used for. Though... they could kind of infer that they're for a sexual kind of thing. Especially with how Matt was gesturing to it after they pointed out the facts about them.
They'll figure it out eventually.
"Ah, I don't mind it at all. I'm a merfolk. An adult. And... I don't really care for gender. Though if it matters, I do have a cock."
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"You know, your kind are usually portrayed as..." Matt makes another gesture, this time towards Fish's legs, "fishier in my world. Er - sorry, I just mean they usually have more of a fifty-fifty split. Your way seems a lot more convenient, if I'm honest."
... Maybe a little due to the casual addition Fish offers about their genital situation, though Matt seems a little awkward about that.
"Oh! Er - it's... Not really a concern of mine. Not - not... What you have, in particular, just... I don't personally have a preference."
Smooth.
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At Matt revealing his lack of a preference though, Fish's eyes kind of brighten up. They turn so their whole upper half was facing him now.
"Really now? That's really refreshing. I've met so many who cared, really. It's nice to hear someone say they don't have a preference. Me neither, actually. What matters to me are that people are engaging... and are interested."
At that last word, Fish gives Matt a little flirty wink.
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"Really? Most of the people I know don't care," Matt shrugs rather casually, until he catches that wink. Then he's right back to flustered and off his game with a short, awkward laugh.
"How long've you been practicing that?"
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โI could be humble and say itโs something Iโve practiced for years but... Iโve always had a way with words... and with actions.โ
Fishโs voice dips a little at that last phrase, melodic and seductive. There was no doubt about them flirting now.
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"You are a lot smoother than I thought you'd be."
The words just kind of tumble out of his mouth, leaving him looking mortified when he realizes he's said them out loud.
"Sorry - I just... You know, I thought... Fish, merfolk... Scales."
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โYou can go ahead and touch this skin, honey. Touch all this skin.โ
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He chews his bottom lip a little, still trying to work out some of his hesitation. Sure, they seem... Pretty interested! Very. Very interested. But they aren't even the same species! And... Well...
Fish's voice gets him in the end, has him grinning and slowly skating his fingers up the underside of their arm.
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โMay I?โ
Their thumb brushes under those blue-tinted lips.
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"Hmm?"
Wait, what? Sorry, Matt's too caught up by the touch to... Oh. Oh.
Matt's eyes flutter open and he looks around the booth as if assessing its security. It's... Private enough, right? A little cramped, but... If they're just kissing, it's fine, isn't it?
"You know," Matt laughs, soft and under his breath as he leans forward, "Nnnnot many people would ask."
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And with that, Fish leans in to close the space between them. The first kiss is soft, a brief meeting of lips, a soft smear of blue and deep purple. Then, Fish moves in again, this time letting the meeting linger a little longer.
The third time, the merfolk rolls their tongue gently against Matt's mouth, hoping for the other to respond positively.
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"You think you're my first?"
He thinks he's being vague and mysterious and attractive and it has him so bubbly for the other kisses, soft and light and easy as he presses against Fish's lips, tries to get a taste for them.
And then they offer the chance and a shiver rolls languidly down his spine. Matt parts his lips, playing at something along the lines of demure despite the curious way his hands glide along Fish's shoulders. Hopefully those fins aren't sensitive, because he does get his fingers on them.
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And then those hands of his pass over their shoulder fins unexpectedly and Fish lets out a surprisingly loud moan into Matt's mouth. They flush hard at the way they reacted, maybe a little embarrassed by how sensitive that part of them was. Slowly, they broke the kiss to give them a little moment to recover from the surprise.
"Hah... looks like you found where I'm sensitive."
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By the look on his face as he looks them over, the easy smirk showing a few too many teeth, he certainly enjoys it.
God he wishes he knew how to top confidently without some kind of foundation.
"I," Matt starts, wetting his lips as he searches for some kind of lead, "Can work with that?"
Terrible. His brow furrows. Try again.
"I mean," he course-corrects as he rubs small circles into the webbing of Fish's fins, "I'd like to find out where else you're sensitive?"
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Matt correcting himself totally flies over their head. The only thing that registered was his fingers still playing with the webbing and that grin of his. Oceans, Fish wanted more.
โMm... I can show you more in a more private space, maybe.โ
Their fingers move up and play with the front of Mattโs clothing.
โIf youโve got the time.โ
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Matt can practically feel the butterflies scatter when Fish makes the offer, and it's all he can do to keep from nervously laughing.
"I," His voice cracks a little from the sheer effort of trying to stay composed, "Hardly think there's anything on my schedule, at the moment."
One hand drags light along the webbing of Fish's arm as they play with his clothes, and the other cups their chin as Matt leans in to press another quick kiss to their lips.
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"Let's go back to my place for a while... unless you have a better idea."
Fish pulled Matt by the lapel of his coat now, taking the basket of goodies from the booth with them. As they were still new to the city, it didn't seem like a good idea to go check into one of the hotels up on the first level. So the only other place to go from here was back down into the second level and into their apartment.
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