“You’ve been such a good boy for me, Finn,” Hawk’s voice trickled down into Silverfin's ears, making the hair stand on the back of his neck. “Such a beautiful boy.”
Hawk’s fingers slipped out of his mouth with a pop and Silverfin almost chased them as they departed, immediately bereft. Hawk’s other hand drew reassuring, soothing circles over the burning skin of Silverfin’s exposed ass. When those fingers pressed against the pucker of Silverfin’s ass, the rub of them was spit-slickened and even more pleasurable than it had been before.
Silverfin closed his eyes with a groan. Clearly, this was another strange bipedal pleasure. After everything else Hawk had shown him, surely this would be just as delightful? So, when Hawk's finger pressed up into the space that had only ever had stuff comeoutof it, Silverfin forced himself to relax against the strange, spidery sensation.
"Jesus Christ." From the thickness of Hawk's voice, he was undoubtedly pleased, which would have been enough for Silverfin on its own. But as Hawk's finger slowly rocked in him, the sensation became soaringly pleasurable, and not unlike having his cock stroked. He tried to shift against his lover's thigh, arching his back to give Hawk better access, and was rewarded with a low moan. Beneath his own body, a distinct hardening was stabbing right back at him from between the captain’s legs.
"So good for me," Hawk murmured again, continuing to caress him. His finger drew away, before returning with a second, the sensation intensifying, and quickly building a pleasurable crescendo. "You should see how good you look like this... pretty, pink, little ass with my fingers inside you, fuck..."
"Feels so good," Silverfin managed to gasp. He was caught between humping Hawk's leg and grinding back into this strange new touch. But would either truly grant him release? "Captain," he whimpered, trembling with need. "Please..."
"So fucking pretty when you beg." Unfortunately, Hawk pulled his fingers away from their pleasurable stimulation of Silverfin's orifice. Luckily, he quickly found himself pulled upright, and unceremoniously flung over Hawk's shoulder.
"I have really no idea what in the seven seas is going on," he whimpered as Hawk carried him across the room. When Hawk laid him down on the bed Silverfin looked up at him hopefully. "Can we touch each other now?"
"Turn over," Hawk ordered in reply, climbing up onto the bed with him and straddling his hips as he did. He leaned down to press a wet kiss to the small of Silverfin's back, licking a hot stripe up his spine. At last, with a low, almost helpless groan,Hawk’s hands pulled the tender cheeks of Silverfin’s ass apart, lips pressing a wet kiss to his hole.
Silverfin's hips bucked against the bedding, a surprised yelp escaping his lips. If Hawk's fingers had beengood, this wasbetter, Hawk's lips and tongue caressing wetly against him. His beard scratched roughly against Silverfin's oversensitized skin as his licks and kisses became more urgent, but, like the preceding spanking, it only made the sensations even more intensely pleasurable.
"So good," Hawk groaned against his skin, licking over his hole again, breathing in hot bursts. His tongue pressed harder against Silver, breaching him as his fingers had, slick and insistent and perfect.
Silverfin could hardly catch his breath, thighs trembling with tension. Only Hawk's hands, firmly gripping his hips, kept him from grinding down into the bed to relieve the ache of sensation. But from the hot pulses of pleasure Hawk was expertly sending through him, it wasn't going to be an issue much longer. "Captain," he sobbed, groaning as Hawk pushed a hand under him, fingers curling around his cock. Two rough strokes was all it took to send him over the edge, shuddering and crying out as he spilled in Hawk’s fingers, completely overwhelmed by the pleasure inflicted upon him.
"God, Finn..." Hawk's helpless groan against his ass was almost enough to make him come again. Silverfin emitted a helpless moan as Hawk pulled away, shifting to kneel over his ass. Silverfin tried to twist back enough to see him, only to find Hawk fisting his own cock, flushed and breathless. He glanced up at Silverfin, flashing him a feral smile before his gaze dropped tohis ass again, and in moments he was coming, spurting slick and hot on Silverfin's ass cheeks and lower back.
Hawk collapsed over Silver, pulling him into his arms and pressing his lips to Silverfin's heated shoulder blade. From behind him, the warlike beat of the Pirate King’s heart pounded against Silverfin's back. Hawk’s hands trailed down his flank, traversed the swell of his hip, and tickled his thigh.
“Mmmm,” Hawk murmured with contentment. “So beautiful. But do explain to me one thing? How is it that you’re so tan from the waist up, but it’s as if your ass and legs have never seen the light of day?”
Through the haze of his post-coital bliss, Silverfin's mind sounded an alarm, as if the Sirens had blown all their great conches.
“I’m shy,” he quickly supplied the first excuse that came to his mind. Clearly, it was time to deploy some sort of distraction maneuvers. Behind him, Hawk laughed softly into the skin of his neck. "Not that I'm complaining," Silverfin started hesitantly, "which I'm not, because that was very, very unexpectedly nice, but, ah... is it completely... hygienic?"
Hawk let out a puff of laughter as he pressed a kiss to Silverfin’s hair, voice undeniably smug. "Why do you think I let you take a bath?"
Mara had always thought herself to be a good judge of character. Of course, that was before she had given up her fins for Elizabeth Barnes. But even so, at the time she could have sworn that Elizabeth really did love her. Perhaps the human heart wasn’tcapable of the kind of constancy that the Mer heart was. After all, nothing could outlast the sea.
“She’ll be fine, just give her some time,” Alex had attempted to reassure her once he had spoken to his Fury. TheEstrelaand her gold were too important, even for Roxanne O'Toole to scoff about. And yet, why couldn’t Mara just leave good enough alone?
Her step upon the stairs and her touch upon the door had been hesitant. But did she not once brave an unknown world and crawl out on land? Had she not bitten and clawed her way out to survive in this strange world? She was not afraid of the unknown. She welcomed it!
“I never did thank you,” she spoke softly, standing behind the woman with the flaming hair, “for saving my life the day we first met. That man... was a brute. Thank you for what you did for me.”
“I didn’t do it for you!”
That reply had not been entirely unexpected.
“You are angry with me,” Mara continued. “You see me as a threat to you? You, whom I have seen best three men at a time in armed combat?”
“Fuck’s sakes..,” came the mumbled reply. Xanne, as Duprez called her, remained seated, with her wide-brimmed hat pulled over her eyes and her back turned stubbornly upon Mara.
“Perhaps not a physical threat then?” Mara took a breath and another tentative step closer. “Perhaps not a threat at all. Perhaps it is kindness that you fear more than violence.” Herhand barely alighted upon Xanne’s shoulder when the pirate was out of her seat and pressing her back hard against the wall.
“Thefuckdo you think you’re doing?”
Up close, her eyes were even more beautiful than Mara had given credit for at first. They kindled in the dim light like a conjuror’s flame.
Despite her previous resolve that this was only about convincing Xanne to go after the treasure, Mara’s pulse still quickened. She wet her suddenly parched lips, leaning into the press of her body until she was sure that Xanne was leaning towards her as well. Until they both let their eyes close and their mouths meet in a kiss that was as all-consuming as it had been unexpected.
