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The Octoling always finds themselves alone at night, especially when their lover is caught up in his usual songwriting.
Tonight is no different.
The ceramic of the teacup burns at their fingertis, but they don't mind. It is a welcome distraction. Delicate lips blow at their evening cup of tea before they take a sip.
A slow exhale.
A sense of normality is appreciated on nights like these. Footsteps make their way from the bedroom to the living room. Familiar humming fills the room and Caramba can finally breathe.
The tension releases as Silva's gaze meets theirs. The fish offers a grin as she slides in the spot next to them.
“Funny seeing you here, dear”, the smaller one teases.
“Hm. I was about to say the same to you", Caramba returns, a small smile tugging at their lips.
Silva studies them for just a moment. The delicate curve of their cheeks.
The way their eyelashes flutter with elegance. How their lips purse into a perfect pout when they blow on their tea.
Beautiful.
Truly beautiful.
This catches the Octolings attention. Caramba glances over to the other, their smile still ever so present as always.
“Is something wrong, Silvi?", they question.
Silva is silent as their eyes meet.
That gorgeous smile is present, but their eyes are somewhere far off. Without a doubt, Caramba is not truly in the seat next to him.
Something is troubling them.
But Silva knows better than to push his lover to talk.
“No, not at all. Sorry for my staring. Just think you're the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.”
Caramba can't help but chuckle at that compliment, a hand resting against one of their rosy cheeks.
“You have such a way with words, Silvi", they comment.
Hot-pink eyes trail up from the floor to their lover.
Silva is... Breathtaking.
This is a simple fact to Caramba.
There is no denying it.
Most would find this fact quite shocking. They suppose it is understandable.
They are a... Rather odd pair.
Caramba occasionally catches observant eyes falling on the two as they walk, hand in hand.
The two runaways.
They've heard that phrase more times than they would like to admit.
If not that, others whisper about how someone like Silva could ever land someone like Caramba.
After all, they are a beautiful and strong Octoling. They keep up their appearance as best as they can, but all of that has no use.
Silva is nothing of the sort.
Silva is confident, unfrightful and not afraid to speak his mind.
Someone that knows how to truly defend herself.
When arrows are slung at her, he takes them all in stride with a confident smile on his face.
He's not controlled by something as silly as paranoia.
Sure, the fish is careful of the other, but not to the levels the Octoling is. No one could compare to his confidence when speaking or his performance on stage. Silva is not plagued with her past like Caramba is.
That fish is something else and Caramba could never compare.
Those thoughts are ridiculous to Silva.
He whispers praises to his lover in the night. They are beautiful, perfect, untouchable to most. But Caramba can never truly believe these kind words. Not that Octoling whose past and fury pulls at them like a puppet master, planning their every move.
Not that Octoling.
Monster.
Unlovable.
Vile.
An enemy.
Their cheerfulness is an attribute that many admire of the pink Octoling. Though, many have forgotten how good Caramba is at hiding certain things.
So many voices tower over Silva. They are almost drowning them.
They simmer them in their own self-doubt until they crack. Caramba is on a mission and they have failed it horribly. That is how nights like these occur.
Someone like Silva...
How can Caramba even be a star in his sky?
Silva reaches out, carefully cupping their cheek. Their racing thoughts finally come to a stop.
Their mouth parts as the two simply look at each other. They don't need to say anything for Silva to know what's going on. A certain kind of fear is visible in their eyes.
“Now, now", murmurs the fish, “it's just you and me, love. No need to act so strong.”
The cup is removed from Caramba's shaking hands before falling into their lovers arms with a sob. Silva accepts them into a hug, hands running along their back with a hum.
“You're okay, Caramba. I’m right here with you”, he soothes them.
Conversation isn’t forced.
Silva knows how difficult it is for Caramba to admit their weaknesses. Sometimes all someone needs is a good cry. So she remains unmoving, allowing her love to feel save in her arms. He rubs their back and soothes them to the best of his abilities, their sobs eventually quieting down.
Silva can hear their small, labored breaths and sniffles. Caramba's face is completely hidden, and she longs so desperately to bring their gaze to his own. However, he decides against it, they need time.
“I love you, babe”, the smaller of the two whispers.
The silence is deafening as he waits for the other to say something. Anything.
“Don’t say that. Don't say those words. I don't deserve them", Caramba forces out almost painfully.
An overwhelming ache overtakes Silva. He adjusts the Octoling in his arms. A finger lifts the others chin up, brow furrowed in concern.
“And where did you come up with that idea?”
Carambas eyes are swollen.
Their cheeks are stained with mascara, their purple lashes showing underneath. Splotchy skin is soon covered by the fish's hand. A thumb strokes the tender flesh to encourage them to speak further.
“There was no need to come up with that idea. I’ve know it for a while. I selfishly took up your time”, they explain before laughing bitterly.
“You are beyond worthy of love, Caramba. Really, I’m just some asshole from the street. You could find someone better than me easily, but you still chose me. You could've had anyone”, Silva reassures his partner. She smiles at Caramba and its almost suffocating.
He is too perfect for them to have and to hold.
“No”, Caramba says, quivering, “There is no one better than you. It’s stupid to think that. You have the courage to say that?
Once you really see what I am, that is when you will hate me.
You will leave.
You're so beautiful. You waste your time with someone like me.
Why?”
Their tears are soon overflowing again as their one and only could simply watch with pity.
Silva wipes at salty tears with a sigh. He is lost on what to say.
Do they truly want to end it?
“Who you truly are? Love, I know who you are. I know you like the back of my hand!
You’re confusing your own thoughts for my own. You will always be dear to me”
Torturous silence fills the room.
It pulls Silvas composure apart piece by piece.
She's holding her entire world in her arms and it’s falling apart. Yet, her mouth can’t move. His head can’t summon the perfect words to offer them and his hands have grown rigid.
“Please, stay. Let me show you just how wonderful you are, love”, Silva pleads. The fish's eyes lose their confident glimmer, sorrow taking its place. The strong Octoling suddenly seems so small.
Fragile.
She's so afraid of making one wrong move and losing them completely to the storm of their own creation.
Finally... Caramba nods.
Their face is crumpling again as they weep. The other reaches out, gently cupping their face. Eyes lock on one another.
Maybe neither of them are as certain of things as they try to appear to be. But one thing is for sure, it's that they love each other.
Silva inches closer and Caramba's breath hitches as he pulls them into a tender kiss. Their lips are plush, warm. They are perfect. He wants more.
“May I show you?”, Silva asks.
The Octoling nods as they are pulled into another kiss.
There is a sense of longing, aching behind it.
His tongue brushes across their bottom lip and they can’t resist. They taste each other, slow and sweet. Silva is the first to pull away.
He presses his lover back into the cushions. Hands trace their form from the curve of their hips to delicate ribs. They are crafted to perfection and he so badly wants them to realize this.
Lips ghost over their jaw before he peppers kisses to their neck. His breath is warm against the sensitive skin.
Caramba tilts their head, a silent plea for more. The fish smiles against the skin before sucking it. A small gasp pushes itself forth from the Octoling as she pulls away. A thumb brushes over the newly bruised area.
They are his canvas, and today, Silva is the artist. He nibbles at the spot, which earns a mewl.
The fish switches to a new spot on their neck to continue painting their flesh. Caramba is completely lost in pleasure. Their mind takes a backseat to enjoy the more sensual things, and they do not mind at all.
Clumsy fingers fumble with the buttons on their blouse until it slides off with ease.
A bralette.
It has nothing to hold, but it is beautiful on them nonetheless.
His hands reach out to touch their chest, thumbs brushing against pink scars. Caramba's breath catches in their throat.
She glances towards them, a shy smile on his lips. They're flushed, dazed, and he’s only beginning.
Lips begin at their collarbone and adore every centimeter of their chest. The Octoling is warm to the touch, yet their skin is covered in goosebumps as if even their body stands at attention to praise Silva. His hands slide up from their hips to unclasp the pesky bralette that hides them from him.
It’s thrown to the floor without a second thought.
“Look at you. You're the most gorgeous person I’ve ever seen,” the fish sighs as fingers carefully brush against their chest.
They whimper at the praise, their eyes clouded over with desire.
Finally, his tongue licks at the skin. Caramba pushes their chest towards Silva.
They're so greedy for more of his touch.
Her fingers pay mind to the other as Silva starts biting down into the soft skin. He sucks attentively at the skin, earning a gentle moan from the Octoling below him.
Their hand reaches to grab his hair. The other only pulls away to trail kisses across their chest to the other side.
“So beautiful, Cars...”, she breathes against them.
Their eyes shine as they observe him carefully. Silva glances up towards them and offers a kind smile. Her mouth parts, and the Octoling gasps as the fish begins the same treatment all over again.
Their lover has barely touched them and they're already aching for more. Hips buck under Silva, desperately craving friction. The smaller one smirks.
“Patience, babe. We haven’t even gotten to some other fine details about you.”
Hands splay across their stomach before sliding to explore the smooth skin. Finally, one rests on their abdomen. He is so dangerously close to where they want him to be.
Caramba squirms in their seat as Silva's lips press against their ribs. Hands massaging their sides.
The Octoling may be rather chubby, but they still have beautiful muscle tone from working out.
Fingers trace over the hint of muscles they have before her lips are moving again. She sucks at their flesh and leave behind strings of hickeys.
Caramba writhes beneath him, moans and pants falling from their lips.
Silva stops at their abdomen.
Clumsy hands fidget with their belt and cast it carefully to the side.
Their excitement is very clear.
The fish chuckles a bit as his hand brushes over the panties that can barely contain the Octoling any longer. His lover whines beneath him, bucking into the touch.
“Now, now... what is the rush, dear?”, Silva questions.
He admires the blushing mess of an Octoling under his hands. Their eyes beg an unheard plea.
Caramba only manages to whimper as Silva massages them through the pink lace. Careful fingers slip under the fabric before finally casting the garment aside.
Their tentacle dick stands at full attention and the fish finds himself gawking.
Thighs squeeze together as she feels her core truly beginning to warm up at the sight. Caramba chuckles before a finger reaches out to run over his slit through his jeans. Silva shivers and grabs the arm to firmly place it at their side.
“Tonight is about you, Caramba”, he warns them.
He is soon sinking in between their legs.
The Octolings gaze falls onto him eagerly as the fish begins to take them into his mouth inch by inch.
Silva drives Caramba crazy.
Finally, his head begins to move in fluid motions.
Their eyes flutter shut and soft lips part in ecstasy.
Caramba's sweet moans fill the room, they are like music to Silva's ears.
A hand brushes through the orange hair while green eyes flick up to admire the Octoling.
Silva's tongue is flushed to their cock, exploring their most intimate area.
He laps at their head while his eyes lock onto their. The Octoling is flushed as mewls of praise fall from their lips. His hand grips the base before taking them in once more.
“ Ah-! Silvi, plea~ase... “, Caramba begs her.
The fish simply smiles into the act. The precum that leaks into his mouth informs him that he is performing quite well.
Silva bobs up and down.
They can barely contain themselves anymore; she knows this.
Silva eventually decides to pull away. His split tongue flicks their tip once more before he spits on the Octolings cock.
A hand begins to stroke them in a steady motion. The fish slides next to them, hot breath hitting their ear. Caramba whimpers next to him.
“Who is the most beautiful Octoling, hm? In fact, who is the most beautiful person in the world? “
His partner is silent next to him except for their gentle moans.
Silva is not satisfied with this answer. He tugs.
“M-Me!”, Caramba gasps, back arching. Silva smiles before he continues his work.
His rhythm quickens as a reward.
“Who is the most talented instrumentalist? The best on the field?“
Choked sounds leave the Octoling.
They are so very close.
“ Me-! Cod, please, Silviii~i!“
Silva leans down to give their tip a little kiss.
They're rewarded once more with Silva's strokes quickening. It is not long before their orgasm washes over them. Their back curves, hands gripping onto the other for support.
Their flushed face luminous as praises fall from their lips before they crash against the couch, completely exhausted.
A silence falls onto the room.
There is nothing but Caramba's labored breathing.
The fish tenderly kisses his lover before stepping away to retrieve a towel to clean up the mess... not before washing his own hands.
Silva wipes away their mess with care.
His lover is in a very fragile state, after all.
Caramba's hot-pink eyes watch every move. Silva was so very sweet to pull them out of their thoughts.
She deserves a reward. The Octoling pulls him down, causing a surprised squeak to leave her.
“Allow me to reward you, sweetheart”, they purred, a hand reaching over to pet the outline of his crotch. A choked sound escaped his lips. Silva had to admit that helping Caramba got him quite worked up. His eyes land on theirs full of desire.
“I’d be honored, babe”
Caramba grins triumphantly before they rid him of that pesky button and zipper. Silva's hands grip onto their shoulders as their hand slides in.
A shaky breath is exhaled as their fingers ghost over his labia.
The poor fish is already wet for them. What a needy little guy...
“ Oh my~! Someone is ready. What am I to do with you, hm?”
Two fingers provide light pressure as they begin to swirl them in a circular motion around his clit.
A gasp leaves Silva, his grip tightening on the Octoling.
This only encourages Caramba to keep going.
He wants them so badly.
Silva bucks against their hand desperately.
“Please...”, she breathes with a whine soon following.
“Please what~?”, Caramba teases.
“Y'know what! Fuck me, damn it”, Silva answers, exasperted.
Caramba giggles as two curved fingers slide down to push into his sopping wet pussy with ease.
Finally, yes.
Just what he wanted.
They begin at a slow rhythm and quicken as Silva becomes more and more undone.
The fish's body shakes as they hit his G-spot with each thrust.
He bites his lip to muffle any noises, but he can’t help the ones that escape through his lips.
“ You’re doing so well~!
Good boy, Silvi. Such a sweet boy...”
The fish can no longer keep her composure when Caramba's thumb begins toying with her clit.
He’s so close.
Caramba knows how to fuck him just right.
“Caramba~a, please-”, he begs.
Their pace quickens and they can feel Silva's walls tighten around their fingers.
The smaller fish falls against them as he rides out his orgasm with pitiful cries. The fish rocks his hips a final time before he finally relaxes.
The pair remain in that position for just one moment... It’s intimate.
Caramba's fingers slide out, causing the other to shiver.
They’ll clean up soon, but the Octolings priority is hugging their lover.
“I love you, my darling”, Caramba murmurs.
“ And I love you, babe”
A kiss is pressed to the fish's temple, and even though Caramba's mind is still full, it is a good fullness.
Just like the love that they had always dreamt of from others who would not look their way, and they hoped that their little fishy could feel full as well.