The tender affection in his voice was almost as overwhelming as the pleasure his fingers were inflicting. Silverfin gasped as theytwisted inside him, brushing against something that sent a shock of pleasure through him. "Oh!"
Hawk's lips nuzzled against his. "You want more, little darling?"
“Please,” Silverfin keened. “I need... I need...” He did not know what he needed, onlymoreandHawk. "Samuel..."
"God, you sound pretty when you beg..." Hawk nipped at his bottom lip, his own breath in ragged gasps. He reached for the bottle of oil again, fisting his own cock. At last, he knelt between Silverfin's thighs, pulling his hips up onto his own lap. "Tell me if it's too much?"
"Right now I don't think anything could be — " Silverfin started but was interrupted by the head of Hawk's cock nudging his ass, much thicker than his fingers, seeking entrance. For a moment he froze in surprise, tensing, but Hawk gave a little soothing noise, pressing the palm of one hand against Silverfin's cock where it shot up hard against his stomach, palming gently.
"Just relax, pet. Going to make you feel so good, I promise."
When had Hawk ever been wrong about that? Silverfin let out a shaky breath, forcing himself to relax, a low, surprised groan escaping his throat as his body stretched,yielded, taking Hawk in.
The fingers of Hawk's free hand dug into Silverfin’s hip, trembling, his eyes dark with want as he looked up the length of Silverfin's body. Loose strands of that beautiful hair hung in his face, sticking to his skin as he slowly rocked against Silverfin's ass, and somehow this mix of tumultuous desire and restraint was everything Silverfin needed to see in him.
Silverfin let himself relax, reveling in the feeling of fullness. Pleasure soon followed as his body adjusted. This was what he'd needed, the intensity of sensation so much better than simply Hawk’s fingers.
"We fit together," he gasped, crying out as Hawk's hips stuttered into him in a powerful rush of pleasure. Hawk let out a soft, breathless laugh, rolling his hips up into him more firmly. He pulled Silverfin's knee up to the crook of his elbow, leaning forward until Silverfin was bent almost in half, until Hawk could cover his mouth with breathless kisses.
"So fucking good," he growled. "God, Finn..."
Silverfin's fingers clutched at Hawk’s back, scrambling to get a hold of his shoulders or clutch at the grooves between his ribs. The heat of their bodies like this, skin pressed against perspiring skin, was all-consuming. Even all the waters of the ocean couldn’t put out the fire that was burning them up.
“Samuel,” Hawk’s name fell from Silverfin's lips like a prayer. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop!”
Hawk stole his words with kisses, starting to move more earnestly. Each thrust of his hips was a wave of pleasure crashing over Silverfin, pulling cries from his throat unbidden until all Silverfin could do was cling to him like a rock in a storm. In moments he was overwhelmed, pulled under, drowning in sensation as he spilled between them. Hawk's hips stuttered into Silverfin, lips forming his name as he gasped for breath, flooding him with heat as he joined Silverfin in release.
"Can... we bring that bottle on the ship with us?" Silverfin wasn't sure if he'd spoken out loud until Hawk laughed, finding his mouth for a lingering kiss.
“Anything you want, love,” Hawk murmured, with his lips against Silverfin’s shoulder.
Silverfin’s face burst into flames, blood rushing through him as if he had surfaced from the deep too quickly. He shut his eyes and opened them again, just to make sure he wasn’t, in fact, dreaming. But by the time he’d turned his head towards Hawk, his pirate was asleep and snoring softly curled up against him.
11
The Estrela do Norte
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Where the steam-ship trails hind-ways its long pennant of smoke,
Where the fin of the shark cuts like a black chip out of the water,
Where the half-burn’d brig is riding on unknown currents,
Where shells grow to her slimy deck, where the dead are corrupting below
? Walt Whitman
Sil-ver-fin...Sil-ver-fin...
THE SIREN SONG PIERCED through the dream veil even as Silverfin lay snuggled up into his pirate’s embrace. Was it a Siren song, or did it merely toll six bells of the middle watch? The sky outside was black, as Silverfin extricated himself from the warmth of Hawk’s arms and slipped his mangled leg into the heavy boot.
Sil-ver-fin...
No, no there was no mistaking it; that was definitely a Siren’s call.
He descended to the main deck as quietly as his wooden peg permitted, and lowered himself by the railing, using the ropes for support.
