“If you breathe a word of this to anyone, I’ll have you summarily keelhauled.”
...Why did Hawk always have to ruin his fantasies?
Frowning, Silverfin tried to push the thought of being keelhauled away. He'd just left the deep; he wasn't particularly keen on going back quite so soon. Instead. he crossed the room to where Hawk sat behind his desk. His beautiful Red Pirate King stripped down to his shirtsleeves and, before long, Silverfin had his hands on those lovely broad shoulders that he'd gazed at from afar so many times.
Hawk’s flesh radiated warmth through the thin cambric of his shirt. Warmth like the flame of his hair. But his muscles were tense as if he'd swum a thousand leagues. Silverfin got his fingers around the shoulder, tips pressed into the clavicles, and his thumbs dug into two particularly hard knots on either side of the vertebrae.
As he did so, a low, grunted groan escaped Hawk's lips. It was, Silverfin decided, distinctly pleasing. Unrestrained. He repeated the movement with his thumbs, pressing them in small circles into the taut flesh, and was rewarded with a sound all too close to a whimper.
“Right there?” he asked, attempting to keep the self-satisfaction out of his voice. Hawk gave a noncommittal grunt in reply. “This would be much easier if you took off your shirt,” Silverfin suggested, smoothing his hands down the captain’s broad shoulders.
While he hadn't made the suggestion in any seriousness, he was pleasantly surprised when Hawk took hold of the bottom of the fabric, drawing it up over his head without a word. Ifhe'd thought the feel of Hawk's shoulders was lovely, the sight of them was exquisite - firm and well-defined, sun-warmed skin covered in a heavy sprinkle of freckles.
"Give me your hand," Hawk said, quieter, pulling open his desk drawer. Silverfin did so, and moments later the man was pouring something slick and distinctively coconut smelling on his palm. Oil?
What Hawk had intended it for was unmistakable, and Silverfin smoothed it over those luscious shoulders without delay. Hawk’s skin felt incredible under his fingers, smooth and slick with the oil instead of the salt-crusted roughness he'd felt when he'd pulled Hawk out of the sea. He returned to his ministrations gladly, digging his fingers into the knots of tension and smiling as his touch actually made Hawk moan.
The ache in his core flared, pleased by their closeness but never satisfied. He wanted more. Silverfin wanted to press his lips to those freckles, wanted to taste them, wanted to draw lines between them with his tongue, he wanted -
Between his legs, the mysterious third one gave a sudden uncomfortable, tingling jerk.
Silverfin stared down at his crotch, uneasy and slightly disturbed. His third leg was undeniably swelling, beginning to stretch out the front of his trews.
Too late he realized that this firmness, this twitchy discomfort must have to do with theotheruse for it that Mara had alluded to. Possibly the same kind of insanity that might lead an unrefined pirate to... well, there had been that thing with the dairy goat.
"Not now," he hissed at it, infuriated and perturbed.
Under his hands, Hawk tensed. "What?"
“I... seem to be experiencing some kind of inflammation,” Silverfin stuttered.
“Inflammation?” Hawk’s head spun about, twisting the skin of his neck under Silverfin's hands. Hisneck, oh dear, the inflammation was becoming rather painful and uncomfortable. How were his trews suddenly so tight? “From what?”
“I... huh!”
“Cat got your tongue, for once?”
“No, sir. Millie most certainly does not have my tongue. Nor my inflamed.....”
"Enough!" Eyebrows furrowing, Hawk stood, catching up his discarded shirt and jacket as he did. He looked Silverfin up and down as he took a step back, skin flushed. "Pull yourself together," he said rather quickly, before spinning on his heel and striding from the room.
Silverfin watched him go, frowning and rubbing the side of his still-oily hand against his achingcock. It didn't particularly help... nor was this where he'd wanted the night to end.
"Well, fuck," he said to no-one in particular, and settled on the open window sill. Clearly his only option would be to apply himself to the remedy he'd seen other bipeds take when faced with the same inflammation to their third legs.
Undoing his trews, Silverfin wiggled them down around his thighs, glaring at the offending appendage as it sprang free, bouncing between his thighs like the beckoning tentacle of afriendly octopus. "Don't you dare look so pleased with yourself," he hissed at it, though he couldn't help but examine it. It had perked up even more as he'd settled on the windowsill, as if knowing his intention to appease its demands.
Inflamed, it was much, much larger than before, curving slightly as it pointed upwards between his thighs.Erect.Flushed dark, its engorged size stretched out the formerly wrinkly skin and revealed a flared head. In a strange way, it looked quite nice. Was it bigger than what he'd seen on other bipeds when they'd had to deal with this occurrence? He couldn't be certain - he hadn't seen them up close, after all - but he suspected he did have a very nicely-sizedcock. Of course, he reflected, Mami Wata wouldn't send him amongst the bipeds with sub-par legs. Even this third leg.
Wrapping his fingers around the shaft, he gave it an experimental stroke.
"Oh," he breathed, repeating the motion in amazement, as a lot of things suddenly became much more clear. Stroking his cock felt amazing, especially with his fingers still slick from the oil Hawk had poured on them.
Gods above and below.Hawk. Silverfin bit his lip on a groan as his thoughts went back to the captain, and how exquisite his oil-slick skin had felt under his fingers. As good as this palming of his third leg, though in very different ways of course. Still, as Silverfin's fingers caressed his length, he was quickly coming to understand the link between the two.
That ache he'd felt when he'd kissed Hawk on the docks, that longing to be close - wasthispart ofthat, for bipeds? Not all of it, surely, but the feeling flared even stronger as Silverfin caressed his inflamed cock. It was impossible not to imagine beingpressed close to Hawk as he did so, stroking the man's beautiful shoulders with his free hand. Or more.
Silverfin closed his eyes with a moan, picturing what it might have been like if he'd given in to his fantasies. If he'd pressed up against Hawk's back to kiss along that freckled shoulder, stroking oil slick hands over his chest. If he'd had his trews down like this, his cock would have pressed into the small of Hawk's back, rubbing over his skin as Silverfin caressed and massaged his chest.
