Kidnapped by the Pirate

That drew a ticklish giggle from Nathaniel, and Hawk couldn’t remember the last time he’d had fun when fucking. He explored Nathaniel’s navel, hoping to replicate the sound.

Their coupling had been intense and sometimes rough, and Hawk found he relished this chance for soft touches and discovery, finding sensitive, secret places he wanted to caress instead of pummel.

When Hawk swallowed the head of Nathaniel’s cock without warning, Nathaniel’s cry fairly rattled the windowpanes. The whole ship would hear in the quiet of night, and the thought made Hawk queasy. This was between them. Private.

His arm was long enough that he could slap his hand over Nathaniel’s mouth, whispering, “Let the bells wake the men.”

As Hawk sucked tightly from root to tip and back again, Nathaniel panted against his palm in humid gusts. It had been years since Hawk had tasted a throbbing prick, and he groaned around it before pulling off for a breath.

He nudged Nathaniel’s thighs with his head, and Nathaniel spread them farther, bending his knees up to expose his bollocks, two dark globes against the sheets.

“Such a good boy,” Hawk told him, and Nathaniel whimpered against his hand, their eyes locking. Hawk teased the slit of his prick with his tongue, and Nathaniel gasped against his hand, eyes closing, eyelashes fanning over his cheeks.

From this vantage, the tiny divot in his chin was visible, and Hawk shifted his hand to trace it with his thumb. Wiry hair scratched at his face as he suckled Nathaniel’s heavy balls, lapping at them and teasing the sensitive skin behind.

Nathaniel’s moans and quivers made Hawk’s own cock throb against the mattress. He only had the chance to suck Nathaniel’s shaft one more time, swirling his tongue around the leaking head, before Nathaniel spent. He flooded Hawk’s mouth, and it was salty with a hint of sweet, an earthy musk Hawk swallowed like the finest wine, head spinning as if it were.

When he’d lapped Nathaniel clean, he reached down to jerk his own cock roughly, knowing it wouldn’t take long. But Nathaniel stilled his arm.

“May I? I want to taste your spend.”

Hawk couldn’t deny him that—or himself the pleasure, not when it was requested so politely, which made him smile against Nathaniel’s skin. But when Nathaniel gritted his teeth, sucking in a breath as he tried to shift down into a suitable position, Hawk stilled him.

Taking care not to jostle Nathaniel’s shoulder, Hawk straddled his chest and fed him his cock, groaning as he sucked eagerly. His mouth was wet, and he sucked his cheeks in tight, sending shivers over Hawk’s skin, raising the hair on his arms.

Bracing himself with one hand on the wall, he rocked gently, and Nathaniel matched his rhythm, a quick learner at this, like all physical things.

It was bright enough now through the stern windows that Hawk could see his cock disappearing between Nathaniel’s pink lips. Nathaniel licked and sucked industriously; sweat dampened his hair, curling it. Hawk reached down with his free hand, brushing back the silky strands, smoothing them through his fingers.

Nathaniel looked up at him, his mouth full of Hawk’s prick, eyes shining with a tender light, pure and deep. Hawk’s climax ripped through him, and he grunted as he spilled, snapping his jaw shut to prevent a shout of pure bliss.

He emptied in long, powerful pulses, and Nathaniel gamely tried to swallow it all until he made a desperate sound in his throat, eyes wide.

Hawk pulled out, the last spurts splashing on Nathaniel’s chin and flushed cheeks. Milky seed leaked from the corners of his mouth, and he swiped with his tongue as if determined to reclaim every drop. Hawk’s throat went dry, the urge to bend and taste himself on Nathaniel’s tongue thrumming through him.

Before he could do anything else foolish, Hawk rolled onto his back, and Nathaniel burrowed close after wiping his face. Of its own accord, Hawk’s arm snaked around Nathaniel, careful of his shoulder.

As light pierced the horizon and threw a beam across the ceiling, Hawk thought of his mythical dream island and fishing boat, his simple house and fruit trees to climb. And he thought of Nathaniel racing up the branches with sunshine in his hair and laughter on the breeze, birds soaring overhead.

Heart clenching so powerfully he shuddered, Hawk struggled for air. Nathaniel nuzzled his chest, warm and wonderfully limp. “All right?”

Hawk managed a grunt in the affirmative. He had to push him away. Had to regain control in the perilous current in which he’d allowed himself to be caught. He wanted to shove Nathaniel aside and impose his will and return the world of The Damned Manta to its proper order. Instead, he held him close for just another minute or two, waiting for four bells.

Perhaps five.

Chapter Fourteen

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing with that?”