Spencer giggled, settling his hands on Brendon’s hips, thumbs tracing circles into them. Brendon curled his legs around the others waist, making sure to be careful of his dorsal fin (he didn’t want to harm it, there were already plenty of little rips and tears), feet just barely submerged in the water. He kissed him again, running a hand through his hair, front to back, finally settling on the back of his neck.
He nibbled on Spencer’s lower lip a little (though Spencer couldn’t do the same, what with his pointed teeth and all), kisses growing more passionate, more desperate and needy for touch. Spencer cupped his cheek, pulling away, blue eyes darkened.
Brendon took a moment to look at the beautiful merman in front of him. With the darkened sky, leaving them together in the night, circles going down Spencer’s sides - well as his freckles - glowed brightly, illuminating the area and water around them. He honestly couldn’t help but want to kiss him more, want to touch him more, just want, want, want Spencer. He kissed him harder, rougher, needier, slinging his arms around his neck, deepening the kiss until Spencer was the one pulling away to breathe, and he had gills. Brendon’s cheeks were flushed red, eyes darkened with lust, and oh man, for a fish, the sight of him made Spencer’s mouth go dry.