With another demonstrative sigh, she walked back towards the streets of Port Royal. As she walked, a slow and bright smile stretched across her face, her mind moving a mile a minute.
She could not ever return to the sea, and she'd long ago accepted that. But it seemed there was yet one way for her to win herself a life of luxury in Port Royal that better accorded her station as a sea princess. And she even had two perfect accomplices to achieve her goal.
Mara was going to steal the gold from theEstrela do Norte.
It was becoming achingly familiar waking up in Captain Hawk’s arms, their warm bodies tangled around each other, cocooned in twisted sheets. Sometime before passing out, Hawk had cleaned up the remains of their passion to make sleeping more comfortable, but Silverfin could still sense Hawk on his skin, the tongue that teased him, the hands that tortured him, the lips that sent the most delicious shudder of desire down his spine.
Hawk was still asleep behind him, arm shoved a little awkwardly into the space between Silverfin's neck and the pillow, free arm flung around him, hand resting low on Silverfin's bare hip. The sheet still covered his bottom half, including his still-healing stump of a leg, and Silverfin was overcome by another soft rush of anger and shame.Fucking sharks.
The pain, at least, had faded to a dull ache, almost nothing when he didn't put pressure on it. Doc LeBaron had been astounded at how fast he was healing the last time he'd checked his bandages, but Silverfin wasn't; what remained of his legs was still a gift from Mami Wata, and she would maintain that gift.
He closed his eyes and tried to relax, tried to quiet his mind, to search for the sleep that was eluding him. It wasn't easy; it was morning, and he had a naked man curled up against his back, one who was long desired and very much cherished. Silverfin's body well remembered the night before, and raised a simple and obvious request for more.
It didn't help that Hawk seemed to be slowly waking, stirring against his back, fingers stroking small, sleepy circles low on his hip. His lover - what an amazing word - stretched against him, pressing a sleepy kiss to the nape of Silverfin's neck, and then very deliberately pressed his hips against Silverfin's ass as his fingers slipped down to tease the base of Silverfin's partialerection, letting him know very clearly that he wasn't the only one who wanted more.
Silverfin rocked back against Hawk almost without thinking, breath leaving him in a soft sigh of pleasure. "Good morning, Captain."
"The best morning," the rich voice behind him murmured in agreement, and Hawk's kisses started to trail up his neck, sucking gently at the soft spot just behind his ear, exactly how he liked it. He let out a moan, arching back against his captain, his desire suddenly more than just a suggestion, and reached back to catch Hawk’s hip, pulling him closer. His lover emitted a soft groan, nipping lightly at Silverfin's earlobe. "Good morning, my little darling."
Silverfin shivered against him, whimpering as Hawk's fingers curled around his inflamed - erect - cock, stroking him slowly. "Always yours," he murmured softly, rocking lightly back against Hawk's hips. His lover let out a soft hiss of pleasure against his hair.
"Positively indecent to molest you before breakfast," he murmured, and Silverfin laughed softly, turning to embrace him, to catch Hawk's lips with his own.
He'd expected to be nervous when they were like this, intimate and vulnerable with Hawk, but somehow it all melted away under the pleasure of Hawk's kisses and Hawk's hands on his body. As if it was the most natural, familiar thing in the world to arch closer to him, letting their legs tangle together. To run his hands over Hawk's chest and shoulders, to yield to yearning kisses. Even the taste of him was somehow right, his scent, the feel of his russet whirls of chest hair under Silverfin's fingers.
"What if I am breakfast?" He suggested, hooking his bad leg over Hawk's hip to squirm closer to him. His lover treated him to a soft, appreciative moan, arms tightening around him, starting to kiss down the length of his body.
"What if youarebreakfast? You wicked thing." He wrapped his fingers around Silverfin's erection, stroking slowly, firmly, and Silverfin found he could hardly breathe as his lover's mouth slowly moved lower, until he was nuzzling the length of his erection, licking up the underside before taking his head in his mouth with no hesitation.
Silverfin groaned at the delicious surge of sensation, hot and wet, teasing and pleasuring him. He tangled his fingers helplessly in Hawk's hair, part of his mind wondering how on earth Hawk figured out how to dothatwith his tongue. Hawk had moved on to cupping his balls, teasing and caressing as he sucked him, and Silverfin found he couldn't think about anything beyond what Hawk was doing to him and how absolutely, overwhelmingly good it was.
Still, as much as he longed to lose himself in the pleasure of Hawk's mouth the way he had many times over the past few days, he needed more. "Hawk - "
Then Hawk's fingertips pressed back into the sensitive skin behind his sack in a way that made Silverfin’s toes curl, and his body arch and buck up into his lover's mouth despite himself, fingers clenching in Hawk's hair. "Oh, gods!"
Hawk eased back with soft laughter, pressing a kiss to the head of his cock. Silverfin suddenly forced his fingers to release their rough grip of the man's hair. "I'm sorry - "
"Shh." His lover's tongue flicked against his cockhead. "Just relax," Hawk breathed softly, but it was so difficult when everything inside him ached for more.
Watching his lover swallow his cock, Silverfin couldn't help but think that having breakfast in bed was the most incredible thing he'd ever experienced. With breakfast being, of course, his cock. Hawk was attentive and incredible, never failing to drive Silverfin out of his mind with desire.
But as good as it was, something inside him ached. He didn't even know what he was asking for, but he needed more. "Oh gods, Hawk... please - I need..."
He didn't have to ask twice. His lover pulled back, catching his mouth and kissing him hungrily as he pressed Silverfin onto his back amidst the sheets, tearing breathless kisses from his lips. He'd left a small pot of that lovely coconut oil beside the bed, slicking it over both their cocks and between SIlverfin's thighs.
Then, pressing Silverfin's legs together with his own, Hawk pushed the hard length of his cock between them, groaning into his mouth. "Oh yes, sweetheart..."
"Oh!" A maelstrom of sensation and emotion immediately overwhelmed Silverfin. Hawk's cock, so thick and hard, rubbing slickly against his balls and that soft, sensitive place behind them. The pleasure of Silverfin's own cock rubbing against his lover's belly. And Hawk, unleashing his desire, taking control of him entirely as they moved together.
It was so much - so much sensation, such a sensation of rightness and completeness that Silverfin could hardly contain it. He arched up against Hawk as much as he could as his lover started an eager rhythm, shudders of pleasure slowly climbingup his spine with each thrust. He sought Hawk's mouth with his own, kisses desperate and trembling, fingers tangled in his hair.
This was what he'd been looking for. That ache that he'd felt the day he'd returned Hawk to the docks of Port Royal and stolen that first kiss. The physical pleasure was one thing, but it went beyond that. There was the most incredible feeling of connection and completion that made every caress, every kiss, every thrust of his cock more vivid, and left Silverfin shaking under the onslaught of sensation.
He wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come, overwhelmed by a depth of emotion he couldn't quite understand no matter how much he reached for it. Catching one of Hawk's hands in his own, he clutched it tightly. He blinked hard at the tears that threatened, holding his lover's gaze, begging him not to stop with each shuddering breath.
Finally it grew too much, the aching pulses of pleasure forming a tight knot at the base of his spine, entirely overwhelming. Silverfin's eyes fell closed, arching against the exquisite weight of Hawk's body as the building pleasure crested, lost to the blissful shocks of sensation that raced through his nerves as he spilled between them. He was aware of Hawk's fingers tightening almost painfully on his, of his name on Hawk's lips as he thrust against him erratically and followed him into climax, spilling hot and slick between his thighs.
Afterwards, Hawk didn't speak, holding him close as they caught their breaths. Covering Silverfin's face with soft kisses, warm and reverent.
