7 An Intimate Reward
An Intimate Reward
Thro' Time's long ages I shall wait
To lead the victims to their fate;
With callous heart, to hidden rocks decoy,
And lure, in seraph-strains, unpitying, to destroy.
― Anne Bannerman
WAS THERE MORE MAGIC to Mami Wata's spell than just his legs? Silverfin couldn't help but wonder, tugging Hawk down with him into the pillows they'd laid out for him along the bench. Was that why she'd asked for all his hair? Had he now earned the pleasure of Hawk's kisses with the loss of his leg?
He just wants the gold, said a little voice at the back of his head, but Silverfin forced himself to push it away. He'd wanted this far, far too long to question it now. Weeks even.
Hawk’s mustache bristled soft and ticklish against Silverfin's lips, and beneath it, the wonderful furnace of the captain’s mouth, lips as soft as the kisses of sea anemones against one’s skin.
Better. The touch of them sent Silverfin into a wild frenzy and he allowed a moan to escape him, noting that it had been a moan of pleasure and not of pain.
Hawk’s eyes locked upon his own with tender care. “Are you all right? I don’t want to cause you any more pain.”
“This swelling in my trousers is incredibly uncomfortable,” Silverfin admitted. “I really don’t know how you can ever get any work done when it just keeps hoisting itself up at the smallest provocation.”
“I... how’s your leg?” Hawk’s hand ran gently down his thigh, until it stopped at the edge of where the rest of his leg... wasn’t.
“It hurts something awful, but let us not get distracted. You were kissing me?”
“I was,” Hawk graced him with a fond smile that spread all the way to the crinkles around his beautiful eyes. “May I resume?”
“I wish you would,” Silverfin pulled down on the captain’s collar to emphasize his desire and soon Hawk’s lips were locked back to his.
Silverfin's arms wrapped around Hawk’s neck, the kiss deepening, the slide of Hawk’s tongue along his lips and his teeth sent shivers down his body.
And then it was Hawk’s turn to let loose a soft moan.
“Are you in pain, Captain? If your cock is as hard as mine right now, it must be incredibly uncomfortable.”
Hawk gave a choked laugh, shaking his head.
"What a strange little thing you are." Then his lips were back on Silverfin's, hungry as if to steal the very breath from him. Hawk’s fingers pulled at the lacings of Silverfin’s trousers, before slipping inside boldly and cupping the length of his arousal.
A distinctly embarrassing moan escaped Silverfin's lips.
If touching himself before had been messy and unsatisfying, being touched by Hawk was proving to be completely the opposite.
Well, it had the distinct potential to become messy, but Silverfin was willing to accept that Hawk, having been a biped his entire life, clearly knew what he was doing and what he was getting into.
Even if he'd wanted to question it, it was rapidly becoming very hard to think.
Hawk shifted above him, giving a small, disgruntled noise.
His hand withdrew, to which Silverfin responded with a displeased grunt, hips arching to chase the sensation.
Before he could voice a complaint, however, he found himself cradled in delightfully strong arms, picked up and carried from the bench to the captain's bed.
It reminded him of a comfortable sea cave, set into the wall, though far softer and warmer, and when Hawk crawled over the top of him to bring their hips together, the sensation was so delectable that he almost forgot about his shark-inflicted-pain all together.
When Hawk started to ease his trousers down his hips, though, the reminder of his violent loss came flying back.
“Don’t!” Silverfin's hand grabbed onto Hawk’s wrist. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”
“Silver,” the captain exhaled. “Finn.”
At first, it did not quite settle into Silverfin's brain as his name, but when he realized it for the intimate address that it was, his heart skipped a beat and he pressed up against Hawk, letting their foreheads rest against each other as he caught his breath.
“You’re beautiful,” Hawk whispered. “No matter what.”
"You can't possibly - "
Hawk cut him off with a firm kiss. "I'll show you.
" Then, his lips were on Silverfin's throat, hot and hungry, teeth grazing his skin as he pushed Silverfin's shirt up around his armpits.
Wet kisses traced a path down his midline, pausing to lap at the ridge of muscle on his hip, Hawk's breath coming hot and hard.
Finally, with a moan like a man half-starved, Hawk pressed parted lips to the base of his cock, suckling his way up the underside until his lips enveloped the tip.
Had Silverfin known of this practice before, or seen it performed on some other man, he would have questioned the strangeness of it, as it struck him as neither appealing nor hygienic.
But feeling it first hand was like every pleasure combined at once; Hawk's lips slid down the length of his shaft, suckling him, his groan of pleasure thrumming through Silverfin's cock like an electric eel.
Silverfin couldn't help but arch up into it, the toes of his foot digging into the bedding, trying to press deeper into the blissful heat of Hawk's mouth.
"Easy..." Hawk drew back with a soft, pleased chuckle. His fingers curled around Silverfin's hips, pressing him down into the mattress as he returned to his ministrations. His tongue drew a long swipe up the underside of his cock, eyes falling closed as his lips parted over the head.
Silverfin bit his lip on a moan, forcing himself to keep his eyes open.
Hawk was too beautiful, his lovely fiery hair falling around his face as he took Silverfin's length into his mouth, tongue stroking against him warm and wet in the most intoxicating way.
All the trouble, all the anger Silverfin was so used to seeing in his expression was gone, lost to a beautiful tranquility.
Silverfin's breath came faster. The pleasure was too good, too overwhelming.
He laced his fingers in Hawk's hair to try and anchor himself, which only seemed to spur him on.
Somehow Hawk swallowed him down entirely, throat tight around his cock, beard soft against Silverfin's balls.
How could one possibly survive this? Was Hawk trying to kill him after all?
He clenched his eyes shut, breath catching in his throat. "Fuck, I - "
"Mmmph," Hawk said encouragingly, and swallowed him again, and this time there was no mess because, before he could think to try and stop himself, Silverfin was coming down the captain’s throat. Shuddering pleasure overwhelmed him, escaping his lips in a rough groan.
Hawk's fingers, digging into his hips, relaxed, as if he'd only just realized how tightly he'd been clutching them. His lips slid from Silverfin's cock with a soft pop, panting breath hot against his skin as he nuzzled the angry red marks his nails had left behind. "See?" he murmured. "Beautiful."
The words buzzed between Silverfin's ears, and though he felt he ought to question just what exactly Hawk's definition of beauty was, his mind couldn't quite function well enough to form the words to do so.
This too felt far different than the messy time in the window.
Now every nerve in his body thrummed with happiness and well-being.
His heart was lighter than seafoam, and he couldn't stop himself from tugging Hawk closer, arching up to kiss those talented lips.
He tasted like the sea, Silverfin thought, licking past his lips to chase the taste with a contented hum.
"God..." Hawk groaned against his lips, shifting closer.
His cock, still swollen, pressed hard against Silverfin's hip through the roughness of his trousers.
Suddenly curious, Silverfin pushed a hand between them to cup the pirate, marveling at how something that was normally so soft and floppy could be so thick and hard.
From the choked grunt that escaped Hawk's throat surely it must have felt good.
He rubbed his palm along its length, finding the sensation - the heat and weight of it against the palm of his hand - just as pleasing as he'd imagined that first day he'd touched himself.
Or perhaps it was the shuddering breath Hawk sucked through his teeth.
Silverfin caught Hawk's lip between his, sucking on the soft flesh, nibbling it between his teeth. He groped for the laces of Hawk's trousers. "Let me help you, too."
“You don’t have to...” Hawk panted against Silverfin's mouth.
“I want to. Let me make you feel good.”
Silverfin's teeth grazed against the stubble on Hawk’s cheek.
It prickled against his tongue. He was overcome by the taste and smell of Hawk, so close, so vulnerable in the grip of his hand.
When he had first concocted the notion of joining the Pirate King on land, he had not truly comprehended what it would be like, this joining, how much it might consume him.
Inside his grip, Hawk’s cock twitched and pulsed, Hawk’s mouth latched onto the tendons of Silverfin's neck as he spent himself over his stomach.
Silverfin shivered in pleasure, closing his eyes to Hawk's groan of release, to the remembrance of how good it had felt to be in Hawk's mouth.
This was an excusable kind of mess, he decided.
He drew one fingertip through the slick on his stomach and lifted it to his lips, finding that even this tasted like the sea.
"My King of Pirates," he murmured, tilting his head up to brush his lips against Hawk's.
He wound his arms around Hawk's strong shoulders, drawing him down into his embrace.
This part he was familiar with, the giving of love and affection as a MerSir would to his beloved.
And Hawk curled into him as naturally as any Mer, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck, warm and sweet and perfect.