His cock clearly liked that idea, jerking harder in his grasp. Slick unexpectedly began to pearl at his slit, and Silverfin stroked his thumb through it, finding it as delightful as the oil. He stroked it over his cockhead, which felt even better, so Silverfin twisted his fingers around it with a moan. Gods, if there were so many ways to make one's third leg feel good it was no wonder bipeds were always jerking it!
Of course, none of it was as good as touching Hawk had been. Silverfin's mind immediately went back to his fantasies of stroking oil-slick hands over the man's chest, through those delightful red whirls of chest hair and down those tight abs. It was impossible not to wonder what the man's third leg would look like. Could Silverfin make it get inflamed like his, if he touched him? He imagined pulling the man's trews undone and sliding a hand down into them, wrapping it around his girth.
Yes. Silverfin bit his lip on a groan of delight, stroking his cock more eagerly. It was easy to imagine what Hawk's would feel like in his grasp, what he might look like, flushed and freckled. How his cockhead would emerge from the ring of Silverfin's fingers just like his was. Would Hawk let him feel good like this?
Silverfin leaned back against the window frame, breathless, stroking harder. A massage was supposed to remove tension, but he could feel his own building in the most delightful way like an impending storm. He couldn't help but cant up into his grip as he imagined stroking Hawk's cock, wringing more of those delightful moans from the captain's lips. And perhaps - perhaps Hawk would even touch him in return, perhaps he'd even kiss him -
With a shout, a rush of heat and sensation rose up inside him, like riding the crest of a wave. Crashing, shuddering through him over and over as he stroked himself, as a wet and goopy substance unexpectedly spurted from him, landing on his fingers and bare thighs.
So good, so easy to imagine Hawk like this, though too soon the pleasure faded, his cock too sensitive for touch. Sensitive, and shrinking, as if disappointed he was here alone and not with Hawk at all.
"Traitor," Silverfin hissed at it.
When all was said and done, being a biped was rather messy and distinctly unsatisfying.
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"My heart is pierced by Cupid,
I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me
but my jolly sailor bold."
?Old Sea Shanty
HAWK LEFT the cabin - his own cabin! - cursing under his breath.
What the devil was wrong with that Silver kid?
Ever since he’d come into Hawk’s life, about a week ago, his entire world seemed turned upside down. He’d expected the maniac to last maybe a day on his ship before he realized keeping company with pirates was a terrible idea and fucked off.
Instead, he’d somehow wormed his way into the minds of his entire crew.Howwas a mystery, for Silver had no obvious skills.
Hawk supposed he was pretty, in that really otherworldly way that he could not quite put a finger on. But he didn’t appear to take interest in any of his crew, only fawning over Hawk himself in such an obvious way that the captain had to assume it had been some half-assed attempt at seducing him in order to stay alive. And Hawk wasn't about to take advantage of that.
He could only ignore the ridiculous heart-eyes and goofy smiles for so long. Hawk was only human, but goddamnhe probably should not have let the kid touch him.
He definitely shouldn't have taken his shirt off or let Silver use the oil, but,damnation, it had been far too long. Having another's hands on his body so intimately had been amazing, despite (or because of?) the fact that he'd been getting poked in the back with what was a fairly sizable boner at the same time. And then the kid had been so - soawkward! - when Hawk had called him out on it.
Hawk wasn’t one to turn his back and flee the battlefield, but he had hightailed it out of his own cabin so quickly that even Ruiz had to stop and ask him if he was quite well on his way out, as he struggled to pull his own shirt back over his head.
“Fine... I’m... air,” he muttered in response and looked for a place to hide for a while, at least until his owninflammationcame down.
When he finally deemed it safe to return to his cabin -hiscabin - the room was, blessedly, empty of all strange men. The back storm windows were still open, however, and when Hawk went to close them, the wood slid slickly across the ledge.
"What the actual fuck?" Had the idiotactuallyjerked off in his cabin?HIScabin? Hawk was engulfed in a hot rush of annoyance. That annoyance, however, was quickly replaced by the memory of Silver's unmistakable arousal pressed against his back and how long it had been since any man had been pressed against him and —
"Fuck," he muttered to himself. Fortunately, the night was late; he extinguished the lamps and turned in to his bunk. Still, hismind was stuck on Silver, and Silver jerking off just feet away from where he lay, and his disobedient cock would not let him rest.
Gritting his teeth, Hawk wrapped his fingers around his cock. It was a practice that he avoided if at all possible. It gave him little comfort when his mind constantly and disobediently summoned memories of Lucas. Memories of that beautiful angel of a man, his soft words and softer lips from which so many beautiful words had fallen. The way a single smile had been enough to erase all troubles from Samuel's mind. The afternoons they'd spent, tangled in each other's embrace in his small, sunlit rooms, with nothing and no-one in the world but them.
This time, however, another smile invaded his memories. That lopsided, teasing smile that reached to the eyes bluer than the sea.
