14 Hunting Shark #2
“Don’t you mean our captain?” Hank smiled, his body blocking out the last rays of the setting sun. “You’re part of the crew now, and don’t you forget it.”
Hank's words left Silverfin strangely lighthearted; between that and their victory over the shark, by the time he reached the makeshift tent Hawk had lashed together from fronds and sailcloth he was almost dancing, even despite the clunky peg.
Hawk looked up at him with a smile, his lovely red hair a fiery crimson in the light of the sunset. "You seem happy."
"I'm quite happy, all things considered." Silverfin sank down next to him, finding the mat of dried grasses surprisingly comfortable. He started unlacing the ungainly peg. "I'm one step closer to avenging my leg, I have the most beautiful man in existence at my side..."
"One step? I think you might want to call this a win and quit while you're ahead, little darling." Hawk's arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.
Silverfin pouted. "You don't think I could take any shark that threatened me?"
"You're very fierce," Hawk said agreeably. His lips traced the line of his jaw as he spoke, free hand stroking up the inside of Silverfin's thigh. "But I don't want you to risk losing any other bits of your lovely self."
Silverfin hummed appreciatively, wiggling against Hawk's hand to encourage the caress. "I would like to keep both my remaining legs," he agreed. "Anyway, as I was saying - I have the most beautiful man in existence at my side, and now I'm going to put my mouth on his cock."
Hawk's eyebrows rose, though he looked far more amused than Silverfin had expected. "Oh, you are, are you?"
Silverfin turned his face to return the nuzzle, licking his earlobe. "Should I not? You seem to take such pleasure in the act."
A shiver ran through Hawk’s body, all the way from his head to his toes, and Silverfin felt the tremors under his fingertips.
“I take great pleasure in giving you pleasure,” Hawk hummed against his lips, body still vibrating like a string.
The jewels of his eyes were radiant with unmistakable desire.
“I must say, I don’t know that I’m willing to forgo it even right now.
” Hawk’s thumb traced across Silverfin’s chin and pressed against his lips.
“Look at you. Finn. You are so beautiful. Out of this world beautiful.”
“No, I assure you..,” Silverfin tried to protest that he was certainly in this world (and a most human of humans), but Hawk slipped his thumb in between his teeth and kissed the corner of his mouth, effectively shutting him up.
“Mmmm,” he added, letting his tongue circle the salty digit between his lips.
If it felt this good sucking on Hawk’s thumb, he was definitely not going to waste anymore time on this discussion.
His hand deftly reached out to paw at the flesh below the captain’s belt.
“God, you little minx,” Hawk’s voice caressed his earlobe, “you’re driving me to the brink of madness.” His breath scalded Silverfin’s neck and then his teeth pressed into the tight flesh above his clavicle.
“Let me taste you, Samuel!” His fingers, as needy as his voice must have sounded, tugged at the stubborn lacing of Hawk’s trousers.
“I have an idea,” Hawk’s voice trickled sweetly into Silverfin’s ear, causing his third leg to give a by now predictable twitch.
“Yes!” Silverfin intoned, eagerly.
“You don’t know what my idea is yet.” Hawk kissed him on the earlobe with a soft chuckle.
“I have been a great fan of all your ideas so far, especially ones involving the removal of our clothes and skin-on-skin contact.”
Finally seeming to catch on, Hawk aided Silverfin in shimmying his trousers down his thighs, pulling on Silverfin’s in turn. Hawk’s hands and eyes caressed the exposed flesh with a searing hunger that made Silverfin flush and bite his lips around a soft, keening sound.
“We can taste each other,” Hawk said, his hands pushing against Silverfin, to lay him down on the ground of the makeshift tent, while he dispatched Silverfin’s trousers into the corner. “If that’s what you want,” he added, his tongue darting out to lick at his parched lips.
“Fuck yes, that’s what I want!” Silverfin knew there was a reason he was so fond of Hawk: he was a true connoisseur of the art of human love-making.
It was obviously a result of Hawk’s ingenious brain, as well as years of practice that Silverfin refused to think about, lest he become consumed by jealousy of Hawk’s lover long gone.
Hawk’s cock stood forth, pointing right at Silverfin’s chin, heavy and proud, and wearing a halo of the same fire-red hair that seemed to pepper all of Hawk’s beautiful pelt.
And Silverfin felt his jaw drop open as his hand shot out to touch that wondrous, engorged member.
He suspected he was probably also drooling, but gods, that thing had been inside him and it was glorious!
He wrapped his hand around Hawk’s cock and gave it a few tentative pulls, while Hawk’s breath hitched and he sank his teeth into his lower lip. Silverfin looked up to meet the captain’s eyes to see if his touch was as pleasurable as when Hawk’s own hands had been on him before.
“God!” Hawk gasped. “Look at you, how hungry you are for it.” His lips turned up into a playful smirk that Silverfin had come to crave. His hand pressed Silverfin back against the dried grass. “Let me start... follow my lead.”
Hawk stretched out on the ground beside him, turning so that his hips were level with Silverfin's head.
His mouth lapped hungrily at the bare skin of Silverfin's stomach below his shirt, kissing wet and hungry until he was nuzzling the base of Silverfin's cock.
It might have been entirely distracting if Hawk's gorgeous member hadn't been right in front of Silverfin’s face, the tip slick with arousal, just begging to be touched.