19 The Honeymoon
The Honeymoon
But the king of them all would carry me,
Woo me, and win me, and marry me,
In the branching jaspers under the sea."
― Lord Alfred Tennyson, The Mermaid
You are so much and everything I desire.
HAWK STARED AT HIS LOVER. It had been him all along. The one who'd pulled him from the sea, who'd saved him. Happiness had been so close, at his fingertips, the entire time, and he was too willfully blind to see it.
“Silverfin,” Hawk whispered, like a prayer.
Finn’s true name. It fit him like a fine kid leather glove.
Hawk smiled and pressed his mouth to the salt-crusted curls that haloed around his beloved’s head, dark locks framing his tanned face.
“My love,” he exhaled, holding on with arms that would never let go now that he had what he had sought.
Suddenly, unbalanced and unmoored, Hawk lost his footing and was tumbled over to his bed, Silverfin sitting astride his hips and smiling down at him like the cat who got the cream.
“We never did get to do this when I had all my legs,” Silverfin declared, tossing his long hair back, curls tumbling over his shoulders. He grinned as he wiggled his hips, a delightful rush of sensation against Hawk's constrained cock.
It was easy to imagine what it would be like to have Silverfin like this, riding his cock with passionate exuberance. Hawk ran his hands up Silverfin's thighs, fingers digging into his hips as he pulled him closer, craving more.
You are my intended, Silverfin had murmured, all the love in the world in his bright eyes. My everything. Such simple, fervent words from the lips Hawk had kissed so many times. But the truth of them had cut to his core, left him laid open and bare to love in a way that he hadn't felt for so long.
He tangled his fingers in the front of Silverfin's shirt, yanking him down to claim a kiss, hard and trembling.
Had Silverfin felt like this, when he'd left behind his entire world for him?
The part of Hawk that had been untethered since his flight from England longed to meld with Silverfin completely, to whisper platitudes, to beg him to swear his love eternal.
But Silverfin had done all that, and more. So why did he still ache so?
"I need you," he whispered urgently, tugging at Silverfin's trousers.
Silverfin laughed softly, joyfully, rolling to one side to kick them off and start to work on Hawk's, his words fluttery, sweet kisses.
"And you shall have me. As often as you like, however you like.
I'll ride you hard on these new legs you've bought me until we're both spent, and then I'll do it again and again... "
Hawk's cock was certainly on board with that idea.
He told the rest of him to follow, kicking off the last of his clothes and pulling the offending garments from Silverfin's body.
As Silverfin drew him close, his skin even more perfect, soft and inviting over taut muscles, his whole body pressed warm and tantalizing against Hawk's.
One of his legs wrapped over Hawk's hip, pulling him in, deeper into a sea he would gladly tumble into again and again.
It would be so easy to be one with him, to pull Silverfin on top of him, down onto his cock. Even easier to push Silverfin back into the softness of his bed as he had so many times before. And yet, he craved more.
"Do something for me," he breathed, closing his eyes as if it could shut out the rawness that welled up inside him.
"Anything." Silverfin's lips found his earlobe, sucking gently. "My beloved."
"I..." Hawk's words stuck in his throat. "I need you."
Silverfin's fingers curled in his hair, tugging gently, pulling Hawk's mouth back to his. "You have every part of me."
"I know. I know. But I... I need..."
Silverfin gave a soft, concerned hum. "You need?"
Wordlessly, Hawk pulled Silverfin on top of himself, sighing at the reassuring solidity of Silverfin's weight pinning him to the bed.
He wrapped one leg up over Silverfin's hip, giving a deliberate thrust up against him, feeling his body shiver with longing.
"This," he whispered, eyes closed, forcing the words from his lips.
"Like this. Take me and make me forget that we were ever parted. Make me whole again, love, please."
Silverfin pulled back so suddenly that for a brief moment of panic Hawk thought he'd asked too much. But his beloved looked down on him only in astonishment, eyes wide. "Take you? Like you do to me, take you? Is that even a thing?"
Hawk’s face burned in shame. "Forget I asked," he muttered, trying to figure out how to shrug it off even as his heart throbbed with the pain of rejection.
Then, Silverfin's lips were back on his, harder, hungrier, groping for the small, stoppered bottle of oil where Hawk had secured it down the side of the mattress.
He was agreeing, Hawk realized, at once elated and even more vulnerable.
He turned onto his stomach before he could give free reign to even more thoughts and was rewarded by Silverfin's mouth on the back of his neck, sucking hungrily down his spine.
"Your freckles are like a map," Silverfin breathed, drawing the flat of his tongue over the small of Hawk’s back. “I’m going to follow it to hidden treasure.” Slick fingers slid down the crease of his ass, teasing and stroking until Hawk feared he might go mad from the promise unfulfilled, squirming under him.
"God, just - Jesus, please..." It was difficult to catch his breath, the tease of Silverfin's fingers promising so much more, and when two finally pressed inside him, Hawk arched back eagerly.
Silverfin let out a little disapproving hum, free hand on the small of Hawk’s back, pushing him down into the mattress.
"So impatient, my beautiful Pirate King," he murmured, making no attempt to hurry the slow pumping of his fingers.
"I'll give you everything you ask for - but this body was made to be worshipped properly. "
Part of Hawk wanted to argue, to rail and fight off his lover's hold.
But this was what he'd asked for, wasn't it?
What he needed, to be able to give in to Silverfin's control.
To give back all the devotion Silverfin had given him.
He cried out breathlessly as Silverfin's fingers crooked, teasing a spike of pleasure through him.
"Please," he gasped again, shuddering, drenched with his own sweat. "Finn, please. God, please fuck me already - !"
Silverfin's breath was a helpless groan. Then, he was astride Hawk's hips again, but this time the hard length of his cock pressed slick between Hawk’s ass cheeks, rubbing against him. The Cannon indeed, Hawk thought.
“Fuck,” Hawk muttered, unable to contain himself. “Mami Wata is generous with her gifts!”
Silverfin laughed, low and promising. "All the better to spawn with you, my love."
Hawk's thoughts stuttered to a stop. "W-what? You... that's.... Spawn?"
"Mmhmm." Silverfin leaned down, breath hot on the back of his neck. He nibbled up to Hawk’s earlobe, hips rolling against his ass. "Did you think that was only for LadyMers?"
"I - uh - " Hawk stuttered. Surely, he couldn't seriously mean spawn baby fishes.
Silverfin collapsed into peals of laughter. "I'm joking! Oh love, don't worry." He nestled up against Hawk's back until he could press a warm kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I am all man and all yours."
Before Hawk could question what the hell he'd been on about, Silverfin shifted, the blunt head of his cock pressing against him.
It had been far too long, Hawk realized, and forced himself to exhale, willing his body to relax and accept the intrusion.
He bit his lip on a groan as his body finally stretched to accommodate Silverfin, the intensity of being filled overwhelming despite his lover's gentle rocking.
But it was good, to give in, to think about nothing but the drag of Silverfin's cock against his nerves, pleasure flaring sharp and bright as Silverfin's hips stuttered against him.
"Now I understand," Silverfin breathed. He emitted a little helpless groan as he pushed deeper, the stretch of his cock intense and perfect. His breath hitched as his lips brushed over Hawk's spine. "Oh gods, Samuel... gods, you're perfect, so perfect..."
With anyone else, Hawk would have questioned the hyperbole, but Silverfin had said such things quite consistently.
And in any case, it was hard to argue with Silverfin's cock inside him, grinding into him in slow, deep thrusts as Silverfin gasped against his skin.
He'd almost forgotten how good this could be, and it felt a little like he'd earned it - his prize for enduring, for opening himself up to love again.
Hawk braced himself against the bed, trying to rock back onto Silverfin’s cock, craving more. "Fuck, harder, please - "
Silverfin's hips jerked up into him in response, a helpless cry on his lips. It was good, better, but not nearly enough. Hawk bit his lip, grinding his ass back against his lover, and pushed himself up to his knees. "Off."
"What?"
"I'm on top," Hawk said quickly, before Silverfin could think he wanted anything other than his cock. "I'm going to take exactly what I want."
"Spoken like a true pirate." Silverfin grinned, flopping down onto the mattress, and folding his arms behind his head. "Like this, Captain?"
"Yes. Good." Hawk grunted, deciding to ignore that aggravatingly appealing smirk in favor of Silverfin's cock for the time being, bracing his hands on Silverfin’s shoulders.
He sighed in relief as he rocked down onto that fat cock again, the longed-for sensation of being filled washing through him.
He began to move, recalling how to roll his hips just right, the girth of Silverfin's cock brushing against the hot spot inside him that sent a rush of pleasure through him, over and over.
"Gods, you're so beautiful," Silverfin breathed again, restless hands stroking over Hawk’s thighs, fingers digging into his hips. "Gods, Samuel..."
Hawk glanced down to flash him a smile. He started to move harder, welcoming the intensity, encouraging it, bucking down onto Silverfin’s cock again and again.
This was what he'd been missing; the certainty that he could have this, that he could trust Silverfin with his need and vulnerability, trusting himself enough to do so.
His breath grew ragged as he set a hard pace, hips snapping down with loud slaps onto Silverfin’s thighs.
He leaned down to kiss Silverfin breathlessly, tangling his fingers in his hair.
"Mine," he gasped, kissing Silverfin again before he could reply.
"Everything - your lips, your body... this gorgeous thick cock, fuck...
and God, your seed, all of it - everything - "
"Oh - !" Silverfin jerked up into him, urgent and hard, crying out in pleasure as if Hawk's words had commanded his climax, filling Hawk with a surge of sudden warmth.
It was the last thing Hawk needed, and he let himself go, let the pleasure crash over him, overwhelm every thought and sensation.
Perfect, was his last coherent thought, thighs trembling as he pushed Silverfin's cock inside to the hilt, shuddering around him and painting his chest in thick spurts.
Eventually, he became aware of the slow, lazy tease of Silverfin's fingers in his hair, wordlessly stroking and combing through the strands, over and over. Hawk shifted enough to press a kiss to the corner of his beloved’s jaw, voice rough and thick and sated in the aftermath of their coupling. "Mine."
"Yes, I think you've thoroughly established that," Silverfin replied, sounding rather dazed.
“Mmm, don’t you forget it,” Hawk breathed into the swell of Silverfin’s collarbones. “Besides,” he giggled softly, drawing his fingers through the mess of his spend that covered Silverfin’s chest and part of his neck. “You may have given me a pearl crown, but I've also given you a pearl necklace.”
––––––––
Outside the captain’s cabin, Enrique Ruiz shook his head at all the sounds of slapping and giggling that had been going non-stop for close to two hours.
“Thank God I’m retiring, Hank,” he muttered. “This is what life at sea does to you. Eventually - you end up fucking a fish!”
And they Fucked Happily Ever After.
The End.