"Jesus Christ," Hawk gasped, before filling his mouth with Silverfin's cock, drawing on him hungrily. His efforts were, Silverfin quickly discovered, filled with an enthusiasm and desperation that escalated the more he sucked at Hawk himself, something that he certainly wanted to encourage. He would have remarked delightedly on this apparent win-win situation were he not so delectably occupied with sucking at Hawk's cock, pressing his tongue against the shaft as his lips slid down the length of him to meet his hand.
Even without the slick hunger of Hawk's mouth on his cock or his groans vibrating through Silverfin’s body, this would still be a wonderful undertaking, Silverfin decided. He'd suspected as much, of course, from how much pleasure Hawk took from the act. Having his mouth full of Hawk-cock was almost as wonderful as having said magnificence in his ass, the hardness of Hawk's shaft rubbing slick over his lips and against his tongue. There was something powerful about being in control ofHawk's pleasure, and simultaneously worshipful, as if nothing in the world was more important than pleasing him.
He stroked his free hand down Hawk's side and over his cheek, curling his fingers in his hair. It was something that always encouraged Hawk, and seemed to even more now. Hawk groaned, throat tight around his cock as he swallowed around him, fingers kneading Silverfin's ass. He pressed the length of one finger between Silverfin's ass cheeks, rubbing against him, leaving Silverfin gasping and uncertain of whether to rock deeper into his mouth or press back against the tease of penetration. He moved his hand up from the base of Hawk's cock to cradle his balls, rubbing his fingers against the soft, sensitive skin, satisfied at the choked, needy moan that vibrated from Hawk's throat, around his own cock.
Silverfin was completely intoxicated, caught in this loop of pleasure given and received. Hawk's fingertip pressed into him, massaging him slowly and exquisitely, and Silverfin began to feel the now-familiar crest of his pleasure tease at his nerves, threatening to sweep him away. Would Hawk enjoy having Silverfin's fingers inside him, he couldn't help but wonder? He pressed his fingers curiously against the soft skin behind Hawk’s balls, rubbing gently. He didn't expect the way it would make Hawk's hips jerk, bucking helplessly into his mouth. Suddenly, Silverfin's mouth was filled with sea-salt, thick and hot, and though he half choked in surprise, the press of Hawk's fingers and his muffled cry of pleasure was enough to draw him up the peaking wave of pleasure, crashing and tumbling into orgasm with him.
Silverfin pulled back from Hawk’s cock, trying to catch his breath and continue to lick him at the same time. He carded his fingers through Hawk's hair, the ecstasy of orgasm fading intoa warm sense of satisfaction and delight. Laughing softly, he nuzzled the damp curls circling Hawk's cock, pressing a kiss to the base. "Mine."
Hawk chuckled, breath hot against Silverfin's thigh. "Oh, it is, is it?"
Silverfin drew his tongue up the length in answer, smirking as Hawk shuddered, as another few drops of spend dripped from the head of his cock. He licked them up. "Yes. And I'm going to do this again."
"I suppose I could be agreeable to that." Grinning, Hawk moved, turning to find Silverfin's mouth with his own. "Since you seem to be so thirsty for it."
Silverfin briefly thought of arguing that if he was thirsty, Hawk must be doubly so. But he was satisfied just to melt into Hawk's kisses, letting Hawk pull him into the warm strength of his arms where he was happy to drift off to sleep.
15
A Steamy Beach
Morning
HAWK WAS STILL ASLEEP when Silverfin came back to the tent after his morning swim, his hair dripping puddles over the sand. It was cheating to avail himself of the sea’s nutrients when the starving crew could not reap their benefits, and as if he hadn’t already been feeling guilty enough, the side-eye from Millie when he climbed back onto the sand and pulled his peg leg back on spoke volumes.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Silverfin hissed at the land crab. “Here, have a snack!” And he threw one of the mollusks onto the sand in front of the ship’s furry crew member. She ran off with it like the selfish creature she was.
He had deposited the rest with Ruiz to divvy up as he saw fit, prior to making his way back to the tent, where he found his lover in peaceful repose that he had no wish to stir. Instead, he traced Hawk’s mouth with the tips of his fingers, wondering at the lines of it, the soft swell of his lips, even in inhospitable conditions. That beautiful, generous mouth which had given him such pleasure. If Mers could drown, he would gladly do so in Hawk’s mouth.
He needed to be kissing Hawk.Now. Silverfin leaned over and brushed his lips over Hawk’s, breathing in the acrid, human smell of his breath, tasting the phantom of his own essence on Hawk’s tongue.
“Mmmm... you’re wet...” Hawk murmured, opening one eye and wrapping his arms around Silverfin.
“I found something you can eat,” Silverfin whispered, letting his body sink into the firm hold of Hawk’s embrace.
“Tell me you didn’t go shark hunting without me.” Hawk cast a worried look over Silverfin’s body, checking him for new injuries.
“I wouldn’t,” Silverfin grinned. “That is a romantic activity I reserve only for your company.”
“Minx,” Hawk breathed, kissing Silverfin again, allowing his tongue to stroke languidly over his lips, his teeth, the roof of his mouth. His hand slid down to cup Silverfin's rump, making a low, disgruntled noise as he encountered Silverfin's sodden trousers. "Wet. Get them off."
Silverfin giggled, tugging at the wet fabric. "Don't you think there's other things you should be worried about right now? The rations are gone, we have no way to get the gold off that beach - "
Hawk cut him off with a firm kiss. His hand slid down Silverfin's stomach to caress the newly bared skin above his cock. "Are you complaining?"
"N-no, just - remarking, just..." He wiggled his hips up against Hawk's fingers, trying to encourage him to stroke lower. "... trying to remember... the treasure..."
Hawk started to kiss along his jaw, nibbling at his skin and making him gasp. "It's not going anywhere. And neither are you."
Silverfin tilted his head back with a groan. “For a moment, I thought you were going to say something utterly saccharine, like the real treasure is right here." He pointed to his own ass and wiggled his eyebrows.
Hawk drew back. His eyes traveled appreciatively down Silverfin’s body to the point of his finger and settled on the tight globes of his ass. He licked his lips.
“Yeah,” Hawk’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “That is very nice too.”
Silverfin's smile widened. "I can't believe you're still thinking about sex while we're marooned here on this deserted beach."
"I'm not thinking about sex." Hawk returned to his previous efforts of devouring Silverfin's throat. “I'm initiating sex. And this beach is not deserted. Simply... scarcely settled.”
