10 All the Treasure in the Sea #3
If Hawk answered, it was muffled by the head of Silverfin's cock, his lips parting over it with a groan.
His slick fingers rubbed against the pucker of Silverfin's ass, and, remembering the pleasure he experienced before, Silverfin had no trouble relaxing against their gentle probing.
That, too, felt much better with the oil, Hawk's fingers pumping slowly in him, pleasure slowly building like the flow of the tide until Silverfin was squirming and breathless.
Remembering how things had progressed the last time, Silverfin tensed up. "Captain, I haven't had a bath."
Hawk laughed, breath teasing hot against the underside of his shaft. "Today I want you dirty." He pressed another finger up inside of him, pushing any argument from Silverfin's mind.
Silverfin bit his lip on a moan. "Captain, please..." What he was asking for, he wasn't quite certain, only that the pleasure Hawk inflicted on him was quickly becoming maddening.
Hawk let his lips pull from Silverfin's cock again with a soft pop. He hovered over him once more, claiming Silverfin’s mouth as his fingers continued their slow rocking. "I think at this point you should probably call me Samuel. Yes?"
The tender affection in his voice was almost as overwhelming as the pleasure his fingers were inflicting. Silverfin gasped as they twisted inside him, brushing against something that sent a shock of pleasure through him. "Oh!"
Hawk's lips nuzzled against his. "You want more, little darling?"
“Please,” Silverfin keened. “I need... I need...” He did not know what he needed, only more and Hawk. "Samuel..."
"God, you sound pretty when you beg..." Hawk nipped at his bottom lip, his own breath in ragged gasps. He reached for the bottle of oil again, fisting his own cock. At last, he knelt between Silverfin's thighs, pulling his hips up onto his own lap. "Tell me if it's too much?"
"Right now I don't think anything could be — " Silverfin started but was interrupted by the head of Hawk's cock nudging his ass, much thicker than his fingers, seeking entrance.
For a moment he froze in surprise, tensing, but Hawk gave a little soothing noise, pressing the palm of one hand against Silverfin's cock where it shot up hard against his stomach, palming gently.
"Just relax, pet. Going to make you feel so good, I promise."
When had Hawk ever been wrong about that? Silverfin let out a shaky breath, forcing himself to relax, a low, surprised groan escaping his throat as his body stretched, yielded, taking Hawk in.
The fingers of Hawk's free hand dug into Silverfin’s hip, trembling, his eyes dark with want as he looked up the length of Silverfin's body.
Loose strands of that beautiful hair hung in his face, sticking to his skin as he slowly rocked against Silverfin's ass, and somehow this mix of tumultuous desire and restraint was everything Silverfin needed to see in him.
Silverfin let himself relax, reveling in the feeling of fullness. Pleasure soon followed as his body adjusted. This was what he'd needed, the intensity of sensation so much better than simply Hawk’s fingers.
"We fit together," he gasped, crying out as Hawk's hips stuttered into him in a powerful rush of pleasure.
Hawk let out a soft, breathless laugh, rolling his hips up into him more firmly.
He pulled Silverfin's knee up to the crook of his elbow, leaning forward until Silverfin was bent almost in half, until Hawk could cover his mouth with breathless kisses.
"So fucking good," he growled. "God, Finn..."
Silverfin's fingers clutched at Hawk’s back, scrambling to get a hold of his shoulders or clutch at the grooves between his ribs.
The heat of their bodies like this, skin pressed against perspiring skin, was all-consuming.
Even all the waters of the ocean couldn’t put out the fire that was burning them up.
“Samuel,” Hawk’s name fell from Silverfin's lips like a prayer. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop!”
Hawk stole his words with kisses, starting to move more earnestly.
Each thrust of his hips was a wave of pleasure crashing over Silverfin, pulling cries from his throat unbidden until all Silverfin could do was cling to him like a rock in a storm.
In moments he was overwhelmed, pulled under, drowning in sensation as he spilled between them.
Hawk's hips stuttered into Silverfin, lips forming his name as he gasped for breath, flooding him with heat as he joined Silverfin in release.
"Can... we bring that bottle on the ship with us?" Silverfin wasn't sure if he'd spoken out loud until Hawk laughed, finding his mouth for a lingering kiss.
“Anything you want, love,” Hawk murmured, with his lips against Silverfin’s shoulder.
Silverfin’s face burst into flames, blood rushing through him as if he had surfaced from the deep too quickly.
He shut his eyes and opened them again, just to make sure he wasn’t, in fact, dreaming.
But by the time he’d turned his head towards Hawk, his pirate was asleep and snoring softly curled up against him.