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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Isaac_Lahey/Erica_Reyes
  Character:
      Isaac_Lahey, Erica_Reyes, Original_Characters
  Additional Tags:
      OTP_Feels, Friendship/Love, Feel-good, Water_Sex, Vaginal_Fingering, Hot
      Tub, Some_exhibitionism, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Fluff,
      Consensual, Manhandling, Transgender, Steven_Universe_References, very
      small, this_is_indecent, Nipple_Play
  Series:
      Part 2 of Eat_of_Me_and_Let_Me_be_Sweet
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-03 Words: 1630
****** my body is melting down ******
by silenceinmolasses
Summary
     Erisaac show some serious PDA in a public pool.
Notes
     The title is from Miss A's "Hush"
     When writing I was somewhat inspired by Dean's "Put_My_Hands_On_You"
     Life's ruff when you are trans masculine and asexual :D. So I just
     write my OTP doing the do.
     Enjoy your porn :)
The sharp throaty smell of chlorine permeates the pool but the water park
wouldn't have been so expensive if it didn't have the masking rich smell of
flowers. The plants on the edges, though, are clearly not real: the carnations
too big, the lilies too wet and the roses not wet enough, but it did fool Isaac
at the first glance.
Gems encrust the bathtubs of the room Erica and he are staying in together with
few other people. An ornament of green and vibrant malachites tickle their toes
and the dark, mysterious blue of lapis lazulis glitter in the wall around and
make everyone smile.
The water is maybe a bit too warm and even though its bubbles distort the view
of bodies Isaac has the view of his darling friend Erica burned behind his
eyeballs. Her yellow hair is up, the loose strands catching the bluish lighting
and then breaking apart before her thick waterproof eyeliner. There is a choker
around her neck, a small pendant in the shape of a cartoony sea horse - the
same on is resting around Isaac's ankle. Her swimsuit is new, the soft violet
encloses her supple breasts, then narrowing into a strip which connects the top
to the panties. In the changing room Isaac got so distracted by the peachy
white hair on her legs, the bikini area and armpits that he dropped his socks
all over the place.
Erica is a comforting presence beside him, sipping from her tall glass of fresh
orange juice. The ice cubes cling while Isaac day-dreams about nothing in
particular, half an ear listening to the three happily chatting people at
another small tub, closest to them. As much as he could hear through the slow
stylish beat of some r&b song and Erica's hypnotic heartbeat, a tall, black-
skinned woman is describing her trip to the islands to the short feminine
person with gender-neutral pronouns and a gorgeous smile and a giggly tanned
teenager who is looks round fourteen with a mohawk and a purple labrys earrings
in their ears. The chatting is comforting, warm and Isaac almost nods off.
Almost being the keyword.
A familiar slim hand softly pulls his curls, rough from chlorine, then descends
his face, dragging his lower lip down. Isaac cracks his eye open and closes it
again, humming, as the fingers disappear. At the back of his mind he thinks
maybe asking Erica if she wants more juice or snacks but before he can will his
lazy tongue to cooperate, Erica puts her hand just beneath the surface and
takes a handful of his chest. Nails dig gently, though persistently, into his
top's material which is stripped in distractingly bright yellows, greens and
browns. The hand cups his breast, the sloshing of water covering Isaac's louder
exhale, and fondles his flesh, skimming over his hardened nipple.
Isaac glances shyly at the group on the side. He can conveniently see only
their backs and wet shiny hair and the Erica slides his swimwear to the sides,
exposing him underwater. Isaac's throat is stuffed full of anticipation, nerves
and the cotton candy sweet love for Erica. Who is smiling lazily - her lipstick
the same pink which fills his lips -, circling his nipple and sometimes rolling
it in between two fingers. Her movements are precise, seeking.
All Isaac needs to do is shake his head. Casting his eyes down would probably
be enough. And yet he throws his head back, receiving a soft kiss on his neck.
Erica's hands are passionate and comfortable like her encouraging and
delightful laughter when they discuss what they might like to do together
(everything, truly), messily eating crackers on her bed, trading secrets and
exchanging kisses. Kissing is lovely; this, now, is lovely too.
Isaac spreads his legs, trying to ease the hot pulsing below his belly. He
moans quietly and involuntarily in Erica's ear as he massages his breasts,
sloshing the warm water to the sides. She is restless too.
"Sorry for jumping you like that," she whispers, giggling, "it feels so good
here, my pretty boy," she adds breathily.
"Yeah," Isaac answers eloquently.
"I like putting my hands on you. Knowing you let me have you," Erica leans
closer, her bust pressing against his arm, "I want to fuck this knowledge," she
says a bit too loudly, answering his burst of laughter with a wink.
For a moment there is silence between them. Erica puts her head on his
shoulder, absentmindedly, drawing figures all over his chest area. Her
breathing does not seem to be calming much. Isaac can't really see what her
other hand is doing and the idea makes him tremble with desire. He kisses her
forehead.
"Hey, sorry, you two," a voice calls out on their left. Isaac nods at the
mohawked teenager who is standing on the thin line of white tiles between the
jacuzzis, a bit too late getting shy about his state of undress and suddenly
eager Erica's fingers. The other two persons are waiting beyond the hearing
range.
"Hello," Erica to an untrained ear would sound sleepy but Isaac can hear the
lust beneath.
"So, err, by any chance know if there's another juice bar or only the one near
the slides?" they smile widely, showing their dimples.
"We're not sure," Erica hums. Her fingers run down his ribs to his tight swim
shorts. Stay here for a bit, as if resting, "this is our first time here,"
Isaac has trouble listening to the talk as Erica presses down in between his
legs, running on his sensitive clit through the clothing.
"Yeah?" the addressee giggles, "I used to come here more often a few years ago
but they reconstructed everything," they spread their arms, making the
bracelets jiggle, "don't get me wrong, it's great, but we can't find... stuff,"
they stop themself just in time.
Erica nods, her eyes sympathetic while her fingers tickle the inside of his
thighs and slip in, the nail catching on the fabric.
It is harder and harder not to moan.
Isaac can say no but he won't.
"I think," he speaks and then clears his throat off desire when Erica rubs her
finger along his cunt, "there is an ice-cream parlour nearby, I think I saw it
near that big aquarium."
The teen in front of him nods thoughtfully.
"With the corals?" They specify, playing with the bracelets.
Isaac shivers as Erica pets his chest while gently yet insistently trying to
penetrate him. It is hard to concentrate when all he wants is to close his
eyes.
"Yup, that's the one," he manages, "it's not a juice bar, th-though..."
stutters. Erica licks his ear shell, hid from the view by his uncontrollable
curls.
"Nah, it's okay, thanks!" They blow a kiss and energetically stroll back to
their waiting friends, "have a nice evening!" The young person calls back.
Erica shouts "you too" and Isaac waves, feeling slightly relieved but, before
he could muster a clear thought, Erica pushes his shoulders to the edge of the
pool, leaving his knees balancing on the seat. He yelps a second too late, then
giggles and moves to kneel more comfortably.
A strong wet hand is still holding him against the tiles where a few real rose
petals lie. His breasts push against the slick white tiles and Isaac giggle
again from lust as Erica's tongue travels down the back of his neck. The
fingers in between his legs stroke up and down, seemingly calm.
Isaac sighs - a short wet puff of air - and relaxes completely, his sweat and
worries washed away. Erica puts her hand in front of his face and kisses in
between his shoulder blades. Isaac rests his forehead on the pale hand, feeling
Erica's clothed chest against his back and arousal thrumming in his veins.
"Ike, you're so pale the skin over here," she kisses his shoulder blades,
"looks like angel wings."
"Yours too," Isaac whispers back against the fingers.
"What can I say, we can't take the heat," Erica pushes against his clit.
They both laugh.
Isaac closes his eyes, inhales and drags his shorts below his butt. The
inquisitive fingers immediately pinch the skin of his inner thigh and go to
circle his front hole. A finger slides in quite easily, hot water and arousal
creating friction.
"That's so, ugh, dirty," Isaac buckle his hips.
"Yup," Erica slips another finger, grazing his insides with her nail, "I
offered to fool around in the changing room but you said later," she supplies
friendlily, her voice thick too.
"There were people waiting," Isaac answers, shaking from the pleasure. The area
in between his legs burns slightly and he rubs his clit, shivering.
"There were plenty of rooms. Also, we weren't the only ones," Erica pumps her
fingers in and out, never moving past her second knuckle.
"Wh-what?" Isaac grunts out, trying to keep up with the conversation. The
pressure is budding inside his lower belly, every single touch welcomed
"There were more people who wanted to fool around on the changing cabins,"
Erica's laughter is warm, making Isaac's spine tingles just like her fingers
do.
"So dirty," he moans out, his own fingers restless over his flesh, "Erica, eh,
Erica."
"I'm here," she roughly thrusts her fingers," yours, yours, yours," she
whispers to the beating of his heart.
Issac scrunches his eyes shut, his hand freezes and he comes: something inside
him crashes like waves on a shore, making him tremble.
Fingers leave his hole as he sits down back to the edge, feeling exposed,
suddenly shy and full with affection.
Erica smirks at him, pupils wide.
"Your mating call was so loud you attracted people," she nods at the older
newcomers a few tubs away.
"Erica," Isaac whines. She smiles.
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