15 A Steamy Beach Morning
A Steamy Beach
Morning
HAWK WAS STILL ASLEEP when Silverfin came back to the tent after his morning swim, his hair dripping puddles over the sand.
It was cheating to avail himself of the sea’s nutrients when the starving crew could not reap their benefits, and as if he hadn’t already been feeling guilty enough, the side-eye from Millie when he climbed back onto the sand and pulled his peg leg back on spoke volumes.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Silverfin hissed at the land crab. “Here, have a snack!” And he threw one of the mollusks onto the sand in front of the ship’s furry crew member. She ran off with it like the selfish creature she was.
He had deposited the rest with Ruiz to divvy up as he saw fit, prior to making his way back to the tent, where he found his lover in peaceful repose that he had no wish to stir.
Instead, he traced Hawk’s mouth with the tips of his fingers, wondering at the lines of it, the soft swell of his lips, even in inhospitable conditions.
That beautiful, generous mouth which had given him such pleasure.
If Mers could drown, he would gladly do so in Hawk’s mouth.
He needed to be kissing Hawk. Now. Silverfin leaned over and brushed his lips over Hawk’s, breathing in the acrid, human smell of his breath, tasting the phantom of his own essence on Hawk’s tongue.
“Mmmm... you’re wet...” Hawk murmured, opening one eye and wrapping his arms around Silverfin.
“I found something you can eat,” Silverfin whispered, letting his body sink into the firm hold of Hawk’s embrace.
“Tell me you didn’t go shark hunting without me.” Hawk cast a worried look over Silverfin’s body, checking him for new injuries.
“I wouldn’t,” Silverfin grinned. “That is a romantic activity I reserve only for your company.”
“Minx,” Hawk breathed, kissing Silverfin again, allowing his tongue to stroke languidly over his lips, his teeth, the roof of his mouth. His hand slid down to cup Silverfin's rump, making a low, disgruntled noise as he encountered Silverfin's sodden trousers. "Wet. Get them off."
Silverfin giggled, tugging at the wet fabric. "Don't you think there's other things you should be worried about right now? The rations are gone, we have no way to get the gold off that beach - "
Hawk cut him off with a firm kiss. His hand slid down Silverfin's stomach to caress the newly bared skin above his cock. "Are you complaining?"
"N-no, just - remarking, just..." He wiggled his hips up against Hawk's fingers, trying to encourage him to stroke lower. "... trying to remember... the treasure..."
Hawk started to kiss along his jaw, nibbling at his skin and making him gasp. "It's not going anywhere. And neither are you."
Silverfin tilted his head back with a groan. “For a moment, I thought you were going to say something utterly saccharine, like the real treasure is right here." He pointed to his own ass and wiggled his eyebrows.
Hawk drew back. His eyes traveled appreciatively down Silverfin’s body to the point of his finger and settled on the tight globes of his ass. He licked his lips.
“Yeah,” Hawk’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “That is very nice too.”
Silverfin's smile widened. "I can't believe you're still thinking about sex while we're marooned here on this deserted beach."
"I'm not thinking about sex." Hawk returned to his previous efforts of devouring Silverfin's throat. “I'm initiating sex. And this beach is not deserted. Simply... scarcely settled.”
Silverfin's fingers trailed over the lines of Hawk's hip bones to settle at the small of his back. "So you're saying that someone could, presumably, walk by and see us?"
"If that's what does it for you." Hawk grinned, kissing the smirk from Silverfin's lips.
Waking to a wet and mostly naked Silver in his bed, Hawk immediately decided on taking full advantage of the situation.
Silver's trousers were sodden from the sea. The only thing to be done was to remove them as soon as possible. "I'm being sensible," he mumbled against Silver's neck, licking down the stubble-roughness of his throat and nibbling at the crook. "Need to pass the time somehow."
"I... alright." Silver, for once, didn't argue, helping Hawk tug his own shirt off over his head. He ran his hands slowly down Hawk's chest, fingers curling briefly in the light tufts of auburn. "If it's just about passing time... I suppose I can help with that."
“And driving you out of your mind with pleasure,” Hawk whispered, teeth grazing Silver’s collarbones as his hand caressed the skin of Silver’s inner thigh.
Silver parted his thighs invitingly as his hand drew lower, fingers curling around the base of Hawk's erection. "I suppose I can acquiesce to that, too."
Part of Hawk - specifically, the part in Silver's gasp - found himself very much wishing that they were back on the Orca, where talk of passing the time could be followed up by enjoying Silver's very fine ass to the fullest extent.
But he would have to save that for later, when they were safely returned to Port Royal.
For now he could certainly enjoy everything else.
“Come here, you curly menace, let me pleasure you!”
"Menace! Me?" Silver kicked free of his trousers and pressed close regardless, wrapping his good leg over Hawk's hip. "You're the pirate captain!"
Hawk leaned in to nip at the crook of Silver’s shoulder disapprovingly. "Are you saying you don't want me to pleasure you?"
"Oh no, by all means - oh... yes...."
Hawk smiled, flicking his tongue against the head of Silver’s cock, then settling more comfortably between his thighs.
Tasting Silver always reminded him a bit of the best parts of the sea - salty-sweet and enthralling.
Invigorating, to listen to the soft gasps of pleasure he drew from Silver's lips with expert familiarity as he slowly lavished attention down the length of his cock.
He let himself take his time teasing the sensitive skin lightly with his teeth, moaning approvingly at the way Silver's cock twitched under his attentions.
“Ah... fuck,” Silver arched, his cock spearing further down Hawk’s throat. His nails raked over the short hair covering Hawk’s scalp. “You’re so good at this. Gods, you were made for this, weren’t you?”
Hawk flushed from the overabundance of praise and moaned against Silver’s throbbing flesh that filled his mouth out.
Part of him never wanted to leave the beach, consequences be damned.
What was sailing and piracy compared to this?
To the incomparable delights of pleasing and being pleased, of listening to Silver coming to pieces under his ministrations?
He drew back to suckle at the head of Silver’s cock, teasing his tongue against the stretched-tight line of flesh under the cockhead.
He let his lips slide down the shaft again, almost to the hilt, one hand releasing his grip on Silver's hips to cup and cradle his balls.
"Jesus fuck..." Silver squirmed under him, panting. "Hawk, I can't - "
For a brief moment Hawk considered drawing back, making Silver beg for release with teasing licks and caresses.
Silver's voice was never prettier than in those moments, thick with equal parts pleasure and desperation. Hawk’s lips pulled tightly into a smirk around Silver’s cock and he slipped his finger alongside the shaft into his own mouth, slicking it up with his saliva.
It would be an unnatural sin to ignore such a glorious ass, after all.
He pressed the slicked digit back between Silver's thighs, teasing the soft skin behind his balls, then pressing against the tight pucker of his hole. Silver's choked, desperate groan told him all he needed to know, and he worked his finger up into him in slow thrusts.
Silver whimpered, squirming under him, fingers digging into Hawk's shoulders as he tried to find purchase. "Oh, fuck yeah..."
A beautiful taste of what he'd have later, Hawk thought, swallowing down his cock again.
Perhaps he should head out to the wreck of the Orca again, just in case the bottle of coconut oil had miraculously survived.
He'd fuck Silver into the sand, slow and deep, until his lover was begging him to let him come.
He groaned around Silver at the thought, sucking him down more eagerly.
He knew his lover's body well, knew the tension that quickly built in his form, muscles flexed and tight with pleasure.
Craving Silver's release, he fucked his finger up into him with a groan, teasing inside him just right. Yes, perfect, he thought, and as Silver gasped out his pleasure and pulsed between Hawk’s lips, coming hot and salty over his mouth and tongue and down his throat.
Silver was loud, and Hawk appreciated letting the loudness free reign, without having to worry that someone might overhear them and get the right idea.
Grinning to himself complacently, he slithered slowly up Silver’s body, still savoring his taste on the tip of his tongue, until he could seal their lips together and swallow around another one of Silver’s loud moans.
“Mmmm,” Hawk kissed deeply, probing Silver’s mouth with his tongue, pressing the taste of him between Silver’s own lips. “See how good you taste, love?”
Silver’s eyes were hazy and unfocused, half-hidden behind his lowered eyelids. “Fuck...” It appeared his curly-haired menace had lost all cogency.
“I look forward to making you scream again in two different languages,” Hawk bragged, teeth dragging over the ligaments of Silver’s long neck.