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An Itch to Scratch, Chapter 2: Lovers Know No Shame

Chapter Links: One, Two, Three

Pairing: Kirishima Eijiro/Female Reader

Rating: Explicit 18+

Tags: Mermay, Mer!Kirishima, Interspecies Relationships, Sexual Content, Somnophilia, Drowning, Caretaking, Pranks and Practical Jokes, Medical Conditions, Family Secrets, Self-Esteem Issues, Long-Distance Relationship, Wakes & Funerals, Family Member Death, Depression, Original Characters, Adopted Children, Angst with a Happy Ending.

This story is part of a collaboration from the Teahouse Server.

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Kirishima Eijiro is everything you never thought you'd find when you packed up your car and moved to a dilapidated fishing town. He was handsome, funny, and kind; the sort of man who took your breath away.

And that might actually be a bit of a problem.

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"Good girl ," Eijiro praised, his hands like a vice on your hips as he pulled away from your mouth with a satisfied grin. You returned his smile with one of your own; the vibrant joy that had churned in your belly unfurled throughout your body, leaving you feeling breathless and lightheaded.

"Eiji," you gasped, eyes widening in panic as your lungs seemed to seize in your chest. "I- can't breathe!"

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You had paddled out to meet Eijiro early the next morning, deep bags carved under your eyes from enduring a night short on sleep and long on rumination. Kirishima pulled your raft back to the same rocky outcropping you had been at the day before, scurrying up the slippery rocks after you. Eijiro's numerous clawed feet clicked sharply as he moved to settle down on the rock next to you, his tail and legs flat on the ground while his torso remained upright. His posture reminded you of the centaurs from your childhood story books, but with an aquatic twist.

"Alright!" You chirped excitedly, reaching into your water proof bag and pulling out all the things you had packed. A spiral bound notebook, pencil, and a stack of internet articles you had spent hours printing out from your Grandpa's ancient inkjet. The ink was streaky in some places, but you could still read the words if you squinted hard enough.

"Since I have no clue about how allergic I am, I thought that we could run some experiments," you explained as you pulled your EpiPen and a bunch of over the counter allergy pills out of your emergency bag. "Maybe I'm only allergic to lobster lobsters, but not man lobsters."

"I prefer the term 'lobster dude', but go on," Kirishima teased, picking up a blister pack of antihistamines and shaking it curiously; the pills inside rattling cheerily.

"And maybe it's only an issue if I'm ingesting lobster? We already know that I can touch you without breaking out."

"Hey, yeah! That's right!" Kirishima laughed in delight, picking up your free hand in his and swinging it happily with his. "How's this?"

"Good," you smiled, adding a checkmark in the 'skin to skin' column.

"And this?" He asked, sidling close to you as he walked his fingers slowly up your arm, the scrape of his thick nails raising gooseflesh in their wake.

"Also good," you squeaked, adding another checkmark to your chart as your breath hitched. Kirishima smirked, sharp teeth shining as he leaned in close to your ear, biting down gently on the lobe before lapping at the shallow indentations he'd left behind.

"Still good?" Kirishima whispered, voice husky and reverberating in your ear.

"Uh-huh," you managed to respond, hands wobbly as you made another mark in your notebook; the check landing nowhere near its intended location.

"And now?" He asked, tilting your jaw so he could press his lips sweetly against yours. You couldn't help the moan that is pulled from your chest; a desperate sort of sound that had built up during your weeks of longing. Surging forward, you deepened the kiss; tongue running across the seam of his lips in a silent plea for more. Eijiro obliged, opening his mouth and catching your lower lip with his teeth; increasing the pressure gradually as he ran his tongue soothingly across the sliver of your lip he held captive between his fangs.

Chest heaving, you wound your arms around Kirishima's torso and began squeezing tightly, something you knew he enjoyed from your previous embraces. There seemed to be something important to him in applying pressure; in squeezing and holding you tightly until you were right on the brink of discomfort before he let go. You managed to squeeze your arms around him even more tightly, muscles quaking gently at the effort you were exerting. Kirishima chirped, obviously pleased by your efforts.

"Good girl," Eijiro praised, his hands like a vice on your hips as he pulled away from your mouth with a satisfied grin. You returned his smile with one of your own; the vibrant joy that had churned in your belly unfurled throughout your body, leaving you feeling breathless and lightheaded.

"Eiji," you gasped, eyes widening in panic as your lungs seemed to seize in your chest. "I- can't breathe!"

Your EpiPen was quickly thrust into your hand, fingers shaking as you fumbled with the cap and jabbed it down into the meat of your thigh. Eijiro's long fingers wrapped around your fist, helping to hold the injector in place while he frantically whispered an unending string of apologies into your shoulder.

Eijiro helped you back into your raft, your legs too shaky and weak to support your own weight unassisted. He'd towed you back towards town silently, ignoring all your attempts to strike up a conversation. Once the water had become too shallow to hide his tail and legs, he shifted to the back of the raft and gave your boat a mighty push back towards the beach. Eijiro's eyes, shiny with regret, locked onto yours as you reached a shaky hand out towards him; your raft drifting closer towards the shore and further from where you actually wanted to be.

The doctor of the town, a withered old man whose chest had been pushed nearly parallel to the ground by the merciless onset of scoliosis, kept a close eye on you as the epinephrine worked its way out of your system. There hadn't been an official clinic running in town for years now, so your observation took place in his living room. You kept each other company over microwaved dinners and reruns of an old detective show your Grandpa also enjoyed subjecting you to.

Once you'd been given a clean bill of health you made your way back home on shaky legs, having a harder time than normal avoiding the uneven cracks in the sidewalk and pot holes in the road. It would be just your luck to find out you were allergic to your boyfriend and break your ankle on the same day. Eventually you make it back home, crawling up the front porch steps on all fours before pulling yourself up into the empty wicker rocker set next to your Grandpa.

You both swayed back and forth in companionable silence, each rocking completely out of sync with each other as you watched the dark blur of bats swoop across the night sky.

"Doc said you're doing alright now," Gramps said, stumbling headfirst into the conversation.

"Seems so," you mutter distantly, eyes focused on the uneven slice of moon hanging over the ocean.

"Some kind of allergy thing?"

"Shellfish. Remember, Gramps? You were visiting when I got my diagnosis. I must have gotten some cross contamination in my food or something," you reminded him, offering up the explanation for your reaction that you'd come up with during commercial breaks at the doctor's house.

Your Grandpa hummed thoughtfully as he grabbed a tin of butter cookies off the small table next to him, plopping them down into your lap.

"Doc says your sugars might be wonky for a bit. Thought the cookies might help."

"Thanks, Gramps," you smiled softly, working the lid off as well as you could with your weak and trembling fingers. A scream is wrenched out of the deepest depths of your soul as a handful of spring-loaded snakes leapt up from the cookie tin, whacking you in the face before they tumbled down onto the half rotten porch deck.

"I should have seen that coming," you grunted, picking up one of the snakes by the tail and flinging it at your Grandfather, who was laughing too hard to notice your pathetic attempts at retaliation.

Kirishima was quiet when you paddled out the next day, a veil of guilt stretched tightly across his face that remained in place no matter how many assurances you provided him.

"It wasn't your fault, Eijiro. I know you wouldn't ever hurt me on purpose."

"But I still hurt you!" He bellowed, still overwrought from the events of the previous day.

You hurled yourself over the side of your raft, the chill of the early morning water stinging your skin as you wrapped your arms around his neck, squeezing tightly. Eijiro sighed deeply, practically melting against you, as he wrapped his arms firmly around your waist as he tilted backwards to float on the surface of the water. You lay across his belly, head pillowed on his chest and legs running down the underside of his tail. One by one, you felt his spindly legs begin to lock around yours, caging you into place against his rigid body.

It should have made you scared; the nearly claustrophobic grasp of a creature so much larger and stronger than you. But instead of fear, you found the pressure across your body comforting- like the weight of an anchor keeping you steady in tumultuous waters.

"I love you, Eijiro," you whimpered into the hollow of his throat; tears mixing with the droplets of sea water clinging to his skin.

"Love you, too," he breathed into the crown of your head. "So much."

"How much?"

"More than there are fish in the sea," he smiled, craning down to knock his forehead into yours.

"That's a lot," you mumble in awe, a little bit dazed from the solid impact of his head colliding with yours.

"Oh, Little Minnow," he rumbled deeply, the sound sending shivers crashing through your body. "You don't even know the half of it."

It was a miserable sort of day, the kind where the overcast sky kept spitting out rain drops but refused to commit to actually storming. The ocean hadn't gotten the memo though and churned powerfully, tugging your raft with such force that even Eijiro had a tough time holding it in place. The rough waters weren't doing your stomach any favors, but watching the muscles in Eijiro's arms flex and twitch as he held fast to the rigging on your raft did wonders for other parts of your anatomy.

The clouds darkened overhead and a bolt of lightning shot out across the sky, nearly blinding in its brightness.

"Let's get you out of open water," Eijiro said, looping the pull line around his chest, dipping his head below the water to briefly orient himself before taking off at incredible speed across the surface of the water. Now that he wasn't about keeping his tail hidden he was able to utilize it more efficiently while swimming. You loved peering off the back of your raft and watching his tail undulate just under the surface of the water; the plated sections hypnotically rising and falling beneath the waves. When Eijiro was feeling playful he'd take advantage of your distraction and whip his tail fin up, flinging water droplets directly into your face while cackling underwater; his mirth foaming up to the surface in a cascade of bubbles.

He was all business today though, his tail working overtime to pull you into the safety of a distant sea cave. You hopped out of your raft the moment the bow hit the shore, allowing Kirishima to catch his breath while you took hold of the tow rope and pulled your raft further up onto the sand. Your escape into the cave seemed to be a timely one, the sky opening up and dropping buckets straight down into the ocean outside of the tiny cave opening.

"Look at that," Kirishima said, his voice almost totally drowned out by the sound of raindrops echoing off the cave walls. "It's really coming down!"

"Yeah, it is. I should text Gramps and let him know I'm safe and found cover," you said, already fishing out your cheap cell phone out of the waterproof bag inside your emergency pack.

"It's funny. How different our lives are sometimes."

"Oh? How so?"

"Everyone on the surface tucks themselves away during a storm, but it's an entirely different story underwater," Eijiro said, crossing his arms behind his head and leaning back onto the sand. "The rain washes a bunch of new food for the little fishies into the ocean, which draws out the bigger fish, who then attract even bigger fish; and before you know it everyone is just out and going nuts!"

"Sounds like fun," you smile, settling down onto the sand next to your boyfriend, running curious fingertips over the joint on his uppermost leg.

"Oh yeah, big time! So long as you aren't one of the small fish."

Your fingers traveled further up his leg, circling the membrane covered joint closest to his body; the entire system somewhat reminiscent of a hip bone in its socket. Kirishima sucks in a sharp breath, his leg quickly contracting into his body.

"Careful there, Minnow," Eijiro warned. "The closer you get to my belly the more sensitive things get."

"Oh?" You asked coyly, trailing your fingers up the groove in the middle of the plate stretched between his legs. "So you can feel this?"

"Ah-," Eijiro hissed, his stomach muscles jumping. "Yeah, I can definitely feel that."

"Feels good?"

"'Good'?" He laughed breathlessly, legs twisting wildly in the air while you traced twisting circles across his carapace. "Spirits, it feels incredible."

"Can I keep going?"

"Yes! Here, just let me-," Kirishima twisted his body to lock his hands around your waist, guiding you through his parted legs. Safely through the forest of twisting appendages, you settle yourself down between his first and second sets of legs, legs straddling the section of carapace right below his belly. As you began to lower your weight down onto Eijiro, you discovered there was a natural ridge that ran down the center of his plating that slotted in delightfully between your legs.

"Ohhh," you moaned, rocking your hips back and forth experimentally. Eijiro tightened his grip around your waist, watching with wide, hungry eyes as you pleasured yourself against him.

"That's good for you?"

"Yeah," you gasp as Eijiro's hands begin to guide your hips into a more exaggerated motion, guiding you up and down the bumpy ridge in his plating. "Feels really good. Can you feel it?"

"No, but I wish that I could."

"Well, I can't be the only one having fun," you chided as you returned your hands to their previous paths of exploration. Eijiro threw his head backwards into the sand, moans shifting into a series of throaty clicks as you trailed the tips of your nails over the border between his skin and his plates; the malleable chitin pulsing underneath your touch.

"Again," Eijiro growled, pushing down on your waist to grind you down onto him. You yelped in surprise at the sudden change in pace before you were able to adjust to the new rhythm; a faster rolling of your hips that sent jolts of pleasure shooting through you every time your clit ran across a bump in his shell.

Tempo reestablished, you shifted your focus back onto Kirishima, running your hands across the plains of his belly; delighting in watching his abdominal muscles bunch and twitch under your teasing touches. One hand trails back down to the soft rows of his transitional plates, marveling as one section of the milky white membrane between his shell pieces began to bulge underneath your palm.

Bracketing your hands along the sides of the bump, you pressed down gently; watching in fascination as the soft plates across Kirishima's belly slid apart, revealing a glistening white slit. You apply a bit more pressure, marveling as the head of his cock surges up and through the protective membrane. Holding onto the skin on either side of his burgeoning erection, you tug the lips apart gently and gasp as the remainder of his penis slid smoothly into view without the membrane in place to inhibit its release.

"Oh," you gasped as Eijiro's hips bucked suddenly, jostling his cock fully out of his body. It was unlike any sort of phallus you'd seen before, impossibly wide at the base and tapered at the head with a long divot running right down the middle. It glistened wetly and seemed to exude some sort of natural lubricant, drops of a clear, viscous fluid beading up around the base.

Eijiro suddenly let out a deep groan and jolted his hips again sharply; his cock bobbing towards his belly before quickly springing back up into place. You watched, transfixed, as the divot down his cock seemed to grow deeper with each thrust of his hips; the two halves of his cock slowly working themselves apart. With one final, desperate thrust, the head of Kirishima's cock slowly split into two, clear strands of mucus stretched thin between the bifurcated halves.

"Oh," you muttered in shock, totally unprepared for just how alien this experience would be.

"Everything okay?" Eijiro groaned, pushing himself up onto his forearms.

"There's two of them," you whimpered, swallowing thickly when you watched both halves twitch independently of one and other.

"Do humans not have two?"

"No. No they don't. Just the one."

"Huh," Kirishima said, staring down at his groin thoughtfully, trying to imagine what exactly such a thing might look like. "Weird."

"Can I…can I touch it- touch them?"

"I don't think that's a good idea," Kirishma groaned in disappointment, rubbing a sand covered hand across the back of his neck. "It's sorta'...juicy down there."

To perfectly illustrate his point, the base of his cocks began releasing thick globs of mucous that slowly trickled down onto the pale skin of his belly.

With a mischievous smile you unzipped your emergency pack and pulled out a pair of bright blue medical gloves.

"I may have added a couple of things to my bag," you smiled, coyly fluttering your eyelashes as you slipped your hand into the rubbery glove and snapped the wrist band dramatically. "You know, just in case."

"It's always good to be prepared," Eijiro agreed, tucking his arms behind his head and reclining back onto the sand with a bright smile.

"So can I touch you now?"

"Fuck yes!"

To say that you had been enjoying your newly found intimacy with Eijiro was an understatement. More often than not your mornings were spent tucked away into a rocky alcove while you leisurely explored each other's bodies.

Today, your back was pressed up against Eijiro's chest; rash guard pushed up above your breasts and shorts flung away onto a distant strip of sand. Two of Kirishima's glove covered fingers were buried knuckles deep into you while his other hand busied itself plucking at your stiffened nipples.

"Spirits," Eijiro groaned, thrusting up against your ass through the waterproof blanket you'd draped over his waist before you'd shed your swim bottoms and straddled him. "I wanna be inside you so fucking bad."

"I know, Eiji," you moaned, grinding down onto his fingers with shaking legs. "I want that too."

"You're so tight. I'd fill you- ah! I'd fill you up so good," Eijiro cooed, the sound reverberating strangely in his throat and making your belly tighten.

"I'm gonna' cum," you gasp, bringing up a hand to grasp at the breast Kirishma couldn't attend to, bouncing frantically down onto the thick fingers he had tucked inside of you.

"Cum for me, Minnow. Squeeze me as hard as you can," He begged, curling his fingers against you just so and pushing you gently over the edge.

"Eijiro!" You sobbed, tightening your pulsating walls around his fingers. Barely coherent, your hands scrambled across your body to locate his wrists; circling them tightly once you discovered their location.

"Tighter," Eijiro hissed into your ear, twisting his fingers inside of you while you squeezed down on his wrists until your hands started to ache. It was worth the struggle to hear the utterly lewd moan it drew forth from behind Kirishima's clenched teeth as he ground himself against your ass.

"Fuck!" He panted, hips stilling beneath the blanket that separated your bodies as he came. With an exhausted groan, Kirishima shifted his arms to encircle your rib cage under your exposed breasts, squeezing you tightly to his chest.

"Love you," he murmured happily into your shoulder.

"Love you too, Eijiro."

"Doc says you've been going through lots of gloves," your Grandpa mentions offhandedly over dinner one day, causing you to choke on your mouthful of fish chowder. There was no way for your Grandfather to know you were using the gloves to jack off your half-lobster boyfriend, but the unknown implication of his words still left you mortified.

"I- uh, yeah," you sputtered, trying to dislodge a piece of wayward onion from your trachea. "I've been really worried ever since I had that reaction a few weeks back. The gloves make me feel better- safer."

Your Grandfather hummed before grabbing the salt shaker in the middle of the table, giving it a hearty shake over his soup.

"Want some? Soup came out pretty bland today."

"Sure," you replied, narrowing your eyes skeptically at the shaker. You had just watched your Grandpa use it with no issue, and would have noticed if he'd tampered with it after use. "Thanks."

You sprinkled the surface of your chowder with salt, giving the soup a quick stir before lifting a spoonful into your mouth. Face contorting into a grimace, you manage to swallow your mouthful before slamming your spoon down onto the table in frustration.

"You put sugar into the salt shaker."

"Sure did!" Your Grandpa laughed, tilting his head back and lifting the shaker full of sugar over his mouth, letting a steady stream of granules pour onto his tongue.

"How did Gran Gran manage to put up with you for so many years?"

"Oh, that's easy," Gramps said as he scooted his chair away from the table and drew himself up onto shaky legs. "Everytime I pranked your Grandma she'd withhold her feminine affections for a month. I learned pretty quick to not cross her!"

"Ugh! Gross, Gramps!"

"Is there anything else like you out there?" You ask one day, sprawled across Eijiro's chest and belly while he floats atop the calm ocean waters.

"Like what? More lobster dudes?"

"Yeah. Or, you know, other creatures."

"Oh, there's loads of us!" Eijiro grinned, suspending his dripping wet hand above your forearm and watching the droplets roll across your skin. "Lots of lobster, crab, and shrimp dudes and dudettes."

"Is everyone a crustacean? No mermaids or anything?"

"Mermaids?" Kirishima echoes, brow scrunched up as he digests the new word.

"Yeah. They're like you, but with a fish tail instead of lobster parts," you explain, knocking your knuckles against a thick section of carapace below his hips. "Humans like to tell stories about them."

"Well, I've certainly never met one. Doesn't mean they aren't around though. The ocean is a big place and this is really the first time I've been away from home."

"Really?" You ask, bracing your head on your arms to stare up into his eyes. "What made you leave?"

"That's- that's a complicated question," Eijiro stammers, swallowing past the lump in his throat.

"You don't have to answer," you assure him, dropping your hands down his sides and into the water to press yourself against him as tightly as you could, smiling softly when you heard a series of quiet clicks reverberate inside of his chest. "But I'm here if you ever want to talk about it."

Kirishima responded by folding all eight of his legs over your body, hands gently caressing your face as you floated along in the sun-warmed water.

You laid naked and panting on the rocky cave floor, the blanket you had spread out doing little to cushion your back from the rocky surface.

"Ouch," you whined, rubbing a hand down a section of your lower back you knew would be bruised tomorrow.

"You okay?" Kirishima called out from the water, busy scrubbing himself clean of all the various fluids he'd secreted over the past hour or activity.

"I'm alright," you muttered, pushing yourself up to a sitting position and twisting to examine your back as well as you could manage. "I was laying on a rock or something. Can you see if a bruise is forming yet?"

Kirishima swam over towards you, peering up over the rocky outcropping as he examined your back with a sympathetic hiss.

"Oh yeah, that's already bruising big time," he said, pressing his fingers gently onto the contusion blossoming across your spine.

"I forget sometimes," Kirishima whispered as he ran his hand softly up and down your back. "How delicate you are."

"Compared to you everyone seems weak," you laughed, grabbing your swim bottoms and pulling them on, grimacing at the feeling of damp fabric clinging to your skin.

You turn back around to look for your top and are caught off guard by the pained look on Eijiro's face.

"Hey," you called out to him, forgetting your shirt in favor of closing the distance between you both. "Eijiro? What's the matter?"

He shook his head sadly, pulling you tightly to his chest as he buried his face into your shoulder. "I'm not that strong,"

"'Not that strong'? Eijiro, I've watched you crush a whale vertebrae in your bare hands!" You shout, incredulous at his self-criticism.

"That isn't impressive. Everyone I know can crush rocks and stuff," Eijiro sighs.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah," Eijiro whispered, swallowing uneasily as he gathered his thoughts. "The truth is I'm kinda, well, puny. For a lobster dude."

You cast a brief glance down towards Kirishima's lobster tail, trying and failing to imagine how massive his kinsfolk must be for Eijiro to be considered anything resembling small.

"I see," you say in acknowledgement, not at all understanding his woes but doing your best to be sympathetic.

"I know I should have told you earlier and I'm so, so sorry for misleading you like this," Kirishima said, voice thick with emotion as he clung to you desperately.

"I don't- I don't understand?" You said, running soothing hands across his shoulders and upper back. "How did you mislead me?"

"I let you think that I was big and strong and- and manly; when the reality is that I'm small and weak," he cried out brokenly, arms shaking and unable to grasp you with his normal crushing strength. "You deserve someone better than me."

"Eijiro, look at me. Please," you begged, placing your hands on either side of his head to guide his gaze to yours. "Do you honestly believe that I'm with you just because I think you're strong?"

"I mean- yeah?" He sniffed, rubbing a fist across his face; cheeks swollen and mottled red from his tears. "Why else would you be?"

"Oh, Eijiro," you coo, reclining backwards and pulling him with you, guiding his head down so it's pillowed on your still exposed chest. "I'm with you for so many reasons and none of them are because of your strength."

"Really?" Kirishima says in awe, nuzzling down into the smooth swath of skin between your breasts.

"Really," you assure him with a gentle smile. "I'm with you because of you, Eijiro. Your kindness, your positivity, your gentleness; those are the things that made me fall in love with you. Not your ability to crush rocks or punch sharks or whatever sort of tough-guy stuff you lobster dudes do."

"We don't punch sharks," Kirishima huffed petulantly, nipping at the side of your breast admonishingly. "We punch orcas. Big difference."

"Of course."

"There is! Sharks are pretty chill, but orcas are just jerks for no reason."

You hum placatingly as your fingers comb through Kirishima's messy bangs, gasping as his playful nibbles turn into firmer bites along the underside of your tits.

"It really doesn't bother you?" Kirishima asked in-between bites, dark pupils blown wide and eclipsing the warm red of his irises. With a firm tugging you pull Eijiro's head into the valley between your breasts, pressing his ear firmly down against your sternum.

"Do you hear that- how fast my heart is beating?" You rumble quietly so Kirishima can focus on the thundering inside your chest. "It's a song my heart plays just for you. Does it sound like it minds that you're not the toughest lobster in the sea?"

"No," Kirishima said, sucking in a wobbly breath. "It sounds excited. Happy."

"Of course it does. I'm here with you, after all," you say as you wrap your legs around Eijiro's waist, pressing your thighs against him with all your might. He groaned at your show of brutal tenderness, arms scrambling to pull the bottom of the blanket between your bodies before he started rutting impatiently against your core, ear still pressed to your chest.

You were so focused on the delightful friction building between your legs that it took you a moment to register the quiet series of clicks Kirishima was giving off, a strange cacophony of snaps and ticks that rose and fell in pitch faster than your ears could process.

"What's that sound?" You ask, question punctuated by a wanton moan when Eijiro's hips start rolling in a spectacular fashion that makes your toes curl.

"Your heart is singing such a beautiful song for me. I thought that I should return the favor," he grinned up at you from between your swaying breasts; his smile so sweet and sincere that your heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

"Oh!" He exclaimed in delight. "It wrote a new verse!"

You clung to Eijiro's front tightly as he swam you back to shore, allowing him to give you a leg up into your raft when the town came into view.

"See you tomorrow," you grinned as you picked up your paddle, noting how the burgeoning calluses on your hands aligned perfectly with your grip on the aluminum shaft.

"Not tomorrow," Eijiro said as he shook his head, eyes locked onto the distant horizon. "There's a big storm coming. I don't want you back out on the water until you see the gulls return."

"Really?" You said squinting out towards the horizon, hand acting like a makeshift visor to block the sun while you searched the clear sky for storm clouds. "The weather report didn't mention anything."

"Trust me. It's going to be a big one."

The alert from the emergency service came in just before dinner, riling the quiet town up into a frantic uproar of activity. The men who ran the gas station loaded up their rusted pickup trucks and stopped by everyone's house to top off generators and make sure everyone had at least half a tank in their vehicle in case there was a call to evacuate. The fishermen, who had obviously been tucked into bed to prepare for an early morning, were in their pajamas and lashing down anything that they couldn't remove from their boat decks.

You had taken it upon yourself to run down the block, tossing garbage bins and lawn furniture into any open garage you could find and yelling at old men to get down off of ladders so you could scale them in their stead; shuttering second story windows and pulling handfuls of goopy silt from backed up gutters.

You collapsed into bed slightly before midnight, too tired to eat anything despite skipping dinner. A deep, distant rumble could be heard as your eyelids dropped closed, wondering what Kirishima had to do to prepare for the incoming hurricane and hoping he'd safely be able to weather the storm safely on his own.

The power cut on and off frequently enough to make cooking inconvenient, but not often enough to justify starting up the generator. The storm had stalled just off the coast a bit further south, ensuring that everyone would be stuck at home for at least a couple of days. Neither you or Gramps were comfortable burning through fuel unnecessarily when you could make do with eating instant oatmeal and store brand toaster pastries.

The two of you sat hunched over an old backgammon set, squinting at the pieces in the muted storm light that filtered in through the windows. You only vaguely understood the rules and were counting on your Grandpa to point out your mistakes, which meant that he was absolutely using any and every opportunity to cheat.

"Look at that! Another bear-off!" Grandpa cackled, removing one of his checkers from the board and adding it to his substantial pile of pieces.

"So it seems," you mumble suspiciously, grabbing up the dice to roll for your turn.

"What can I say? Bad storms bring good luck."

"That is absolutely not a thing, Gramps."

"It is now. I'm making it a thing," he sniffed, biting off the corner of his toaster pastry. "Better than what the old coots down on the dock say. They always blame big storms on some bad-tempered fairy tale creature."

"You're one of those old coots on the docks," you reminded him with a snort.

"Maybe so, but at least I don't think some giant crab controls the tides."

You thought then of Kirishima and the absolutely unreal strength kept tightly coiled in his muscles; how he could push through the strongest currents with casual flicks of his tail. He'd said that his kinfolk were much larger and stronger than he was, and that knowledge made it hard to dismiss the claims of an all powerful sea-crab who controlled the waves.

"A crab, huh?" You muttered thoughtfully, pushing one of your checkers onto an open point along your side of the board.

"You don't believe all that rubbish, do ya'?"

"Dunno'," you said, gazing out at the window to the churning sea that you knew contained creatures beyond your wildest imagination. "The ocean is a big place."

"Whatever you paid for college was too much," Gramps huffed, dramatically clanking his last piece as he moved it off the board. "I win. Up for a rematch?"

"Absolutely not."

Having only started gaining practical coastal living experience this past year, you followed Kirishima's advice and stayed out of the ocean until you were rudely awakened by the cries of gulls returning to the shore; the birds in an absolute frenzy as they fought over the corpses of fish that had washed up along the beach. The stench of putrefying fish was hard to bear, and it wasn't until you were a good distance out onto the water that you felt like you could actually get a good lung full of air without wanting to hurl.

The storm had pulled in a surge of cooler air that had your teeth chattering when you rolled out of bed this morning, so you had opted to go to the trouble of pulling on a wetsuit this morning instead of your normal swimwear.

Kirishima looked exhausted as you pulled your boat up next to him, deep bags sagging beneath his closed eyes and body stretched out wide on the surface of the water trying to soak in as much of the dim mid-morning sun as he could.

"Are you alright?" You ask as your boat pulls up next to him, the inflated side nudging gently into his side as one of his back legs tangles with the tow rope you threw down into the water, mooring you to him.

"I'm okay. Just tired," Kirishima sighed, opening up one sleepy eye as he sent a soft smile in your direction. "That was just a really rough storm to weather through."

"I bet," you sympathized, leaning over the edge of your boat to run soothing hands over the plains of Kirishima's face. He leaned into your touch with a satisfied groan, hands clamping around your wrists to hold your hands in place, basking in the warmth they provided.

"I missed you."

"I missed you, too," you cooed sweetly. "I think that was the longest we've been apart since we've met."

"For sure," Eijiro agreed with a tired hum, pulling on your wrists insistently. Giggling, you tumbled out of your raft and across his belly, wincing at the chilly water that lapped at your exposed feet and ankles.

"Let's not be apart ever again. I don't like it."

"I don't like it either," Eijiro whispered.

It had been another late night for you and Gramps. Clean-up from the storm was as slow moving as the residents; the majority of the effort went into getting the fishing boats back onto the water as soon as possible. Being the only person in town who could be described as able-bodied, you had been tasked with a lot of the more laborious tasks. Your time had been spent sawing felled trees, delivering lumber and hardware down to the docks, and hauling garbage bags full of water-logged trash to the dump.

It was far from glamorous, but you could see how grateful everyone was for your assistance; their stubborn pride preventing them from outright admitting how relieved they were to have someone with a good set of knees around to pick up the slack. You'd received more firm back pats and approving nods this week than you had at any other point in your life and you had to admit that it felt nice, like you were finally being accepted as part of the town.

Gramps was doing his best to help out, manning a stiff bristled push broom and making sure that the streets and walkways were free of debris. The simple action of pushing a broom still took an awful toll on him, feeble as he was, and around sunset each day his friends would share a knowing look before one of them would gently pry the broom from his hands and ask him if he'd be willing to rustle up dinner for everyone.

Your Grandpa would shuffle off towards the diner, his friends staring sadly at his retreating back. They'd all share a brief moment of reminiscence, thinking back on when their friend had proudly strolled down the same streets in his prime. A time when his back was straight and shoulders firmly set, an entirely different creature than the wrinkled and hobbling man before them.

And then, with a somber sigh and a shake of their heads, they'd returned to work.

There was always more work to be done.

"I'm home, Gramps," you called out as the storm door slammed shut behind you, kicking off your muddy sneakers on the rubber mat by the door.

"In the Kitchen!"

You stumble into the kitchen, settling gingerly down into one of the cracked vinyl dining chairs with a groan.

"I'm so sore," you whined, shifting yourself forward to rest your head on the table with a miserable whine as your Grandpa padded around the kitchen, turning on the oven and pouring the contents of a grease-soaked paper bag onto a baking sheet.

"Ohhh, those smell really good," you said as the smell of hot grease started to permeate the air. "What are they?"

"Crab cakes."

"Gramps," you hiss in exasperation. "How many times do I have to tell you? I'm allergic to shellfish."

"No you ain't," he sniffed, reaching into the utensil drawer to pull out a flat metal spatula.

"Excuse me?" You scoff at his turned back. "I'm pretty sure I know my medical history a bit better than you do, Mr. I-Can't-Keep-My-Own-Meds-Straight."

"There's no need to get snippy with me."

"I- you're right," you sighed, deflating a bit as exhaustion flooded in to cool your flaring temper. "I'm sorry, Gramps. I'm just tired from all the work this week."

"You've been doing an awful lot. Everyone around town is real impressed with your work ethic," your Grandpa said as he donned a faded fish shaped oven mitt and pulled the tray of crab cakes out from under the broiler. "The fellas down at the diner wanted to thank you with something special. So they gave us the last fresh crab cakes of the season."

"A nice gesture on their part, but I still can't eat them."

"If you were allergic to shellfish you would have dropped dead by now," Gramps said as he pried one of the crab cakes off the baking sheet and deposited it onto a plate with a mustard colored floral border. A second cake joined the first and the plate was dropped gracelessly onto the table in front of you, rattling the flatware. "I've been feeding you shellfish since your first week here."

Ignoring your screaming muscles, you shoot straight up in your chair, screeching.

"Are you serious, Gramps? You could have killed me!"

"Could've. If you actually had allergies," he shrugged, biting into a crab cake as he hunched over the sink in lieu of dirtying an additional plate. "But you never did."

"But I- I remember the itching! At that seafood restaurant when I was a kid!"

"That would be the work of the itching powder I dumped down the back of your shirt. Not the lobster."

"You put itching powder down my shirt? And then let me believe for literal decades that I had a life threatening allergy?" You laughed humorously. "Why would you do that to anyone, let alone your own granddaughter?"

Running his greasy fingertips under the tap with a sigh, Gramps wiped his wet hands on the front of his jeans and pulled out the chair across from you, wincing as his hip popped during his descent.

"The only time me and your Gran ever left this town was to visit you and your family. And we loved that. Loved seeing you, loved spending time with the family. But the only restaurant you were willing to go to without throwing a massive fit was that seafood place that had the same goddamned food your Gran and I ate everyday at home."

"I think I remember that," you said, brow furrowing as you remember flashes of dinner trips out. The sour looks on your Grandparents faces while you twirled excitedly in the parking lot, the kitschy fishing decor bolted to the walls, and the giant lobster tank displayed prominently at the entrance. "I liked looking at the lobsters."

"That's putting it mildly," your grandpa huffed, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. "You would stand in the front and pick out the exact one you wanted to eat that night. Gave the poor buggers names and everything before describing how you were going to eat them. We were real worried about you for a while, there. But you turned out alright for the most part."

"What did Gran-Gran say when she found out what you did?" You asked, gingerly picking up the crabcake between two fingers and giving it a tentative sniff.

"Please," he scoffed. "It was her idea in the first place! I had never seen a woman more desperate for a steak in my life."

Kirishima hadn't been expecting the sudden impact of you throwing yourself out of the raft and into his arms, reeling backwards with a surprised grunt as you locked your legs around his waist and pushed your mouth flush against his. Thoughts still muddled by the early hour, Kirishima eagerly leaned into your kiss with a moan, nibbling gently on your lower lip before realizing with a jolt what he was doing.

"Woah!" Eijiro shouted, pushing away from your mouth with firm hands on your shoulders; hand dropping down to your waist to search for the emergency back you kept around your waist only to find it missing. "Oh, geeze! Where's your Eep-a-knee-friend?"

"Epinephrine," you corrected, grabbing his searching hands and directing them to more exciting positions on your body. "And I don't need it anymore."

Pausing his frantic searching of your empty raft for your EpiPens, Eijiro slowly turned to face you with wide eyes. "What do you mean you don't need it anymore?"

"Long story; but it turns out I'm not allergic to shellfish."

"You're not- but what about the experiment? When you had a reaction and couldn't breathe?" Kirishima asked breathlessly as he ran his fingers over your mouth, shivering as you pressed gentle kisses to the tips.

"Dunno'. Could have been psychosomatic- my brain making me panic because it thought I was in danger," you explained, tongue darting out to lick a drop of seawater running down the side of Eijiro's index finger. You locked eyes with him as you did so, delighting in the weight of Eijiro's full attention. "But I think that I just got overwhelmed kissing you after having waited for so many weeks."

"So what you're saying is-," Eijiro paused to groan as you sucked his digits into your mouth and began lavishing them with your tongue. "-you wanted me so much that it made you sick."

"Mmhmm," you hummed around his fingers.

"Me?" He asked in awe. "You wanted me that badly?"

You slid your mouth off his fingers with a lewd popping sound, squeezing his wrist with both your hands as you nuzzled into his palm. "You and only you. I love you Eijiro."

"You're amazing," Kirishima sighed, pulling you in towards his chest again, peppering your lips with dozens of tiny kisses.

"Ei-ji-ro!" You laugh, each syllable of his name squeezed out in the brief pauses between his presses of his lips to yours.

"Sorry, Minnow. We have a lot of missed kisses to catch up on," he grinned, diving back down to your mouth and working another dozen or so kisses in before your hand manages to squeeze up and block his amorous onslaught.

"There are other things aside from kissing we could be catching up on too," you purred as you fluttered your eyelashes coyly. Kirishima, momentarily stunned by the universe of possibilities suddenly unfurling before him, was quick to shake off his stupor and toss you over his back; tearing off across the surface of the water at a breakneck pace.

"Eiji! My raft!"

"Right! Sorry, sorry," he apologized, circling back quickly to snag the tow rope with one of his back legs before speeding off again.

"We need a game plan here," you said as you reclined back onto the blanket you had laid out over the sandy bank, spreading your legs wide to allow Kirishima to slide in between them.

"I've given this exact scenario a lot of thought. Like, a lot, a lot," Eijiro admitted, pressing your knees apart a bit more so he could move in closer to you. "I was thinking that I can hold everything together, slide a bit into you, and see how that goes?"

"Is it- do you think they'll separate inside me?" You ask, swallowing nervously; apprehensive about how compatible your different parts will be.

"Dunno," Eijiro admitted with a sigh, thumbs circling on the tender flesh on the inside of your thighs; goosebumps prickling up in response. "I haven't ever done this with a human before. Or anyone, really."

"I'm your first?"

"Yeah. I mean, I hope you will be. Once we figure out all the technical bits," Eijiro said as he stared thoughtfully down at your vulva. "I told you before that I'm not exactly the guy that all the lobster ladies are rushing to mate with. I haven't been chosen once since I've come of age."

"I don't think I'll ever understand a world in which there aren't women lining up for a chance to be with you. You're incredible, Eijiro," you said as you wrapped your legs around his hips and pressed tightly, grinning when you saw the soft plates across his belly pulse in response.

"You really think so?"

"I do," you smile sincerely as you run your hands down his abdomen, index fingers tracing across the grooves between his plates. He groans then, hips bucking against your touch; the tips of his penises becoming visible underneath the thin membrane.

"You ready?" He asks, sucking in a stuttering breath as the heads of his cocks breach through his shell. He's quick to wrap his hand under the merged heads, holding them together while you both shift into a better position.

"I think so," you say, taking a deep breath and doing your best to relax your pelvic floor; lifting your hips up off the blanket to what you think the most successful angle of approach will be.

"We can stop anytime. You know that, right?"

"I know. I just- I want to be close to you like this. There are so many things we can't have together. I don't want this to be one of those," you whisper, giving voice to some of the thoughts that plagued the quiet moments of your days.

"Oh, Minnow," Eijiro sighed sadly, resting his free forearm down onto the sand next to your head so the two of you were face-to-face. "Even if we can't have this, so long as we're together I'll have everything I need."

"Do you really think that?" You sniffle as you wrap your arms around Kirishima's neck, holding him close as you feel the searching prod of his tips near your entrance.

"How could I not?" Eijiro rumbles as his hips press forward, finally having located your center. The lubricant he secretes had built up around his fist, cold and slimy against your skin but wildly effective; his cocks sliding into you effortlessly. You gasp sharply at Eijiro's sudden intrusion, startled by just how chilly he felt when buried into the warmest parts of you.

"Spirits," he hissing, sliding his hand down his shafts so he could press in deeper to you. "How are you so warm? You feel like summer wrapped around me."

"Summer, huh? Do you like summer?"

"I love summer. It's my favorite season," he grins, slightly loosening the vice-like hold he had on himself; the heads of his cocks separating slightly as grip slackens. They press in opposite directions inside of you, spreading you wide, and you can't help but jostle your hips at the foreign sensation.

"You okay?" Eijiro asks in concern, nuzzling into your neck and scraping his sharp teeth over your thundering pulse point.

"Uh-huh," you grunted, lifting your left hip higher than your right experimentally. "I've just never had this feeling outside the gynecologist's office. It's strange."

He pauses at your unfamiliar words, unsure of their meaning and what direction you wanted the events to take.

"I'm alright. Keep going."

"You sure?"

"Yeah," you said, twisting your head to the side to kiss his cheek reassuringly. "I'm sure."

His hips resume their descent and you somehow manage to pull him even closer, breath and arms shaking as your bodies merge together. Ever so slowly, Eijiro releases his penises, the twin organs flaring apart inside of you; the feeling foreign and overwhelming.

Moments pass as you both adjust to the strangeness of each other's bodies; warm and cold, soft and hard, narrow and wide- every part of you both as ill-fitting as a puzzle piece forced into the wrong position. But as strange and awkward as your body felt, your heart was overjoyed to have the chance to be connected so intimately with the man you loved.

"I'm gonna- gonna start moving," Kirishima groaned, his other arm moving up to bracket your head as he centered his position over you.

"Please," you beg, cleaving tightly to your lover as he draws his hips away from the cradle of your thighs. It was incredible, the feeling of being spread wider as he withdrew, like his body was desperately trying to stay tethered to you.

Your helpless moan morphed quickly into a surprised shriek as Eijiro pulled back too far and unevenly, causing one of his cocks to whip out of your entrance and wetly slap your thigh.

"Shit!," Kirishima yelped, reaching down between you to try and shove the renegade cock back in.

"Ah- hold on," you wince. "I think your hand had sand on it."

"Is that not good?"

"Very not good."

It took three tries and two dips into the water to get the sand rinsed off for you and Eijiro to find the right combination of movements to make your coupling possible. You were up on your hands and knees, vagina as far from the sandy beach as you could manage, and Eijiro had developed a good sense of how far he could pull back without accidentally dislodging himself. Your bodies swayed together as you were stretched and pulled beyond the limit of what you had ever thought possible.

"I love you," Eijiro gasped into your shoulder, the press of his cold flesh against your exertion-heated skin making you shiver.

"Love you, too," you whimper as his hips stutter to a finish, watery semen flooding into you. With both his cocks sheathed inside of you there isn't much room for his cum to settle and it quickly begins to trickle out from the space in-between his members; a thin stream that quickly builds to resemble the flow from a faucet. It clings to your skin, cool rivulets running down your thighs that soak into the sand covered blanket wrinkled beneath you.

The wet spot spreads larger beneath your knees, wicking towards the edge of the blanket as you watch its progress with wide eyes.

"That's…a lot of cum."

"Yeah," Eijiro agrees, chest heaving with exertion as he rubs gentle circles across your lower back and watches his spend pour from you, eyes glassy and grin euphoric. "It'll keep increasing the closer it is to mating season. Normally most of it gets washed away in the ocean."

You hum thoughtfully and lower your top half down onto the hopelessly tangled blanket, resting your head on your folded arms. Exhausted, you closed your eyes and let your mind wander as Eijiro held your rear up and in place with his vice-like grip, the squelched sound of his cocks rutting into you echoing lewdly off the cavern walls as you drifted off to sleep.

"Did you pull a muscle or something?" Your Grandpa asks as the quiz show cuts to a commercial. He had woken up with a nasty cough, the wet sort that rattled in his lungs and worried you enough to dig the humidifier out of the attic storage. "You're walking kind of funny today."

Being able to walk at all was a miracle after Eijiro's enthusiastic introduction to coitus the previous day. Interior spaces you didn't even know existed and been prodded and pounded so thoroughly you were surprised your poor vagina hadn't fallen out as you stumbled your way home last night. Grandpa was already asleep when you'd fallen into bed, debauched and raw and already fantasizing about the next time you'd feel Eijiro inside of you.

"Cramps. It's that time of the month."

Gramp's face puckered in revulsion. "I don't like that sort of talk over dinner."

"Then don't ask about my body over dinner. Simple as that," you say, sipping at a spoonful of chowder as the game show abruptly cuts back on, the host welcoming you back with a saccharine smile and starting the next round of trivia you could barely hear over your Grandfather's wheezing breaths.

Today you were in shallower water where Eijiro could stand, your legs locked around his waist and his cocks speared inside of you, anchoring you in place as you floated on the surface of the water. Eijiro's fingers worked over your clit, drawing out your last orgasm for as long as he could while you clenched and writhed around him. Plumes of semen flowed out into the water from where you were joined together, the milky white spurts dissipating quickly into the murky waves.

"How does lobster dude procreation work anyway," you wonder, watching the latest spurt of semen drift away in whirling tendrils in the water. "Could a lady lobster get fertilized by you cumming in the ocean?"

"No. It's a more direct process than that," Eijiro explained, hands drifting to your flanks to keep you steady as a large wave rolled by. "Very similar to what we're doing now. Except they have two holes."

"Do I have some news for you," you laugh, pulling your rash guard back down over your chest as a cool breeze blows past. "Human women have three."

"What?" Kirishima exclaims, rearing back to try and get a clear view of your lady-bits through the dark water. "Where are they?"

"Don't worry. I'll show you later."

Still peering down at where you were stretched tautly around his girths, Kirishima ran a curious finger around your swollen lower lips.

"And how about you? Where do little humans come from?"

"From boring men with only one penis," you sigh tragically.

"That's right! I'd forgotten about that."

"Yep. They stick it in and cum an absolutely paltry amount-"

"I'm really starting to feel bad for human dudes here," Eijiro interrupted.

"-and if everything works out, nine months later the woman gives birth to a baby."

"Just one?" Eijiro exclaims, jaw slack in surprise.

"Usually. Sometimes there can be a couple more, but it's not typical," you explain as you reach up from the water towards Kirishima, who instantly heeded your silent plea and pulled you upright into his embrace. "How many babies do lobster ladies carry?"

"A few hundred at least. Sometimes a thousand or so if it's a good year."

"A thousand?" You sputter in disbelief. "Oh, those poor lobster mamas! Birth must be horrific."

"Well, the eggs are pretty small when they first come out," Eijiro explains. "They're like, the size of my pinky nail."

"Eggs, huh?" You murmur as you sink down into his embrace, head coming to rest in the cradle of his shoulder, the sound of his heart indistinguishable from the rush of the ocean. "I don't think we can make babies together."

"Probably not."

The waves lapped at your thighs, washing away the tacky remains of Kirishima that clung to your skin; remnants of an impossible future you hadn't even thought to begin dreaming of.

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