10 All the Treasure in the Sea #2
Despite what they'd been through - despite the times they'd been to bed together - when Hawk had asked him for the schedule, a tiny part of Silverfin's heart had broken.
Of course he'd want it. What good was Silverfin to him with only one good leg?
He'd barely been useful with two of the damn things!
Why was it so hard to believe that Hawk meant what he said? But gazing at his lover, Silverfin couldn't help but soften.
“Listen to me, turtledove,” Hawk whispered and a surprising warmth radiated through Silverfin's limbs at those words. “I’m not gonna lie. I want that treasure. And I know you want that treasure. But I want you more.”
Silverfin closed his eyes, letting his head fall forwards and sighing as Hawk took him in his arms again. "More than all the treasure in the sea?" he whispered, and Hawk gave a soft hum in agreement.
"More than that."
"There's a lot of treasure in the sea," Silverfin felt the need to point out.
"There's a lot of treasure right here," Hawk responded. His hand slid warmly down Silverfin's back, rubbing over the curve of his ass.
The pleasant sensation was an immediate reminder of other, more pleasant sensations. Silverfin bit his lip, noting his cock twitch in interest. "I'll give you the schedule, if you want it."
Hawk hummed gently against Silverfin's earlobe. “I think the schedule can wait. I can think of a more pleasant way to spend the next few hours.”
“Does it involve being naked?”
“I very much hope so,” Hawk replied with a chuckle that tickled the hot skin of Silverfin's neck.
The bed pressed behind Silverfin’s knees as Hawk pushed him gently down until he was seated on the mattress with Hawk kneeling at his feet.
Silverfin's fingers combed through the captain’s hair and came back with the blue ribbon that Hawk had used to keep it tied back.
The bright, copper locks fell framing the captain’s face, and Silverfin let his hand linger on that sun-kissed skin, wanting to feel it beneath his own lips and tongue.
“There is still so much I feel you can teach me,” Silverfin whispered with the same sense of wonder that he felt the first time he had beheld the Red Pirate King.
“I’d love to,” Hawk replied with a faint blush that only brought out the sea-green of his eyes. “If you let me.”
“Then show me,” Silverfin spread his legs and let Hawk slide in between them, his hands hot and steady on Silverfin's hips. “I want to be close to you. As close as two... people can be. Will you show me how?”
Hawk’s lips were upon Silverfin's, needy and ravenous.
It made Silverfin wonder how long it had been since someone else had kissed him like this.
Had Hawk been kissed like this since... Lucas?
He could not ask. He could not let Hawk know that he had pulled him from the watery grave that night. He could never know that.
Instead, he moaned and his moan was swallowed by Hawk’s mouth. His hands slid down Silverfin's thighs until he felt the unbuckling of the straps on his peg leg, and then Hawk carefully slid it off and set it to the floor.
“Scoot up,” the captain suggested, and Silverfin hastened to obey, crawling back up the bed while Hawk moved with feral intent over his body, poised and ready to strike.
Silverfin pulled on the edges of the pirate’s shirt, helping him pull it over his head, exposing the magnificent constellations of his freckled skin to his gaze.
He pressed his palms against Hawk’s chest, loving the texture of the soft fur that covered patches of Hawk's skin against the bare palms of his hand.
There was nothing under the sea with that kind of texture.
Silverfin's own clothes quickly followed Hawk’s to the floor.
“Open your legs for me,” Hawk whispered, and just like that, all blood had abandoned Silverfin and rushed straight to his rebellious cock.
He spread his thighs as instructed, arching his hips as Hawk peeled his trousers down his thighs, freeing his swollen prick.
Hawk's lips traced the bare skin as it was revealed, warm against his thighs, and when he was naked, nuzzled all the way back to mouth at the underside of Silverfin's cock with a low, approving groan.
Having Hawk's very talented mouth on him was nothing new, but Silverfin certainly wasn't going to complain about that.
He carded his fingers through the satin strands of flame, tugging gently, hips arching up into the welcoming heat of Hawk's mouth.
One of Hawk's hands moved to cradle his balls, tugging gently at the sensitive skin, rolling them against his palm.
He pulled back, taking a small, stoppered bottle from the table beside the bed.
Silverfin caught a whiff of that delightful coconut oil.
Suddenly, Hawk's fingers were back on his balls, stroking heavenly slick.
"Oh my gods. Why don't we do this more often?
" Silverfin tried to wiggle closer, encouraging more, groaning as Hawk's slick fingers rubbed over the soft tissue just behind his sack.
With the oil on his fingers, his touch was superior even to the waves of the sea, gliding over his skin with none of the sticky sweatiness human skin too often had.