Chapter 3 #4
“Let it out, darling,” Yves purred. “You know you want to.”
Rowan pressed his lips shut, determined not to give in, despite the pleasure taking him apart at the seams.
One particularly deep stroke hit every sweet spot, sending a wave of fire through his nerves so hot that he almost broke. His back arched, body shuddering in Yves’s arms. His teeth sank into his bottom lip again. Blood burst on his tongue.
The tentacles pushed at Rowan’s back. Yves lifted him from the door and, still seated inside, took a few strides to deposit Rowan on his back upon the sturdy captain’s desk, not even bothering to clear it of the piled charts and maps.
Parchment crinkled as Yves braced his hands against the desk, leaving small red smears of blood over the thick border lines between Talva and Nanad.
He bent low to capture Rowan’s bloody mouth. His hips rutted in shallow pulses as his tongue swiped across Rowan’s bottom lip. Rowan squeezed his shivering legs around Yves’s waist. He could feel every inch of Yves’s length, every throb of Yves’s heartbeat inside his body.
They belonged here. They belonged together.
Yves broke the kiss and smiled down at Rowan, his own lips and pale cheeks smeared with Rowan’s blood and that of their enemies.
Rowan moved his hands from Yves’s now disheveled hair to cup his face between his palms. He was the most beautiful thing Rowan had ever laid eyes on.
Rowan’s thumbs smoothed over his high cheekbones, black lashes kissing his fingertips.
Sometimes he still couldn’t believe this perfect, otherworldly man was all his.
For a moment, Yves was captured in his loving, blissful gaze.
Then the curl of his lips turned vicious. He kissed Rowan’s palm as he pulled back so only the tip of his cock remained inside. His eyes locked onto Rowan’s again and he thrust in hard, causing the desk to scrape across the wooden floor and sending a jolt up Rowan’s spine.
Yves licked the blood from his own lips.
He bottomed out with every thrust, sending wave upon wave of euphoria through Rowan’s body, clouding his mind and pushing him ever closer to the edge.
Tears brimmed in his eyes, and he couldn’t take his gaze away from Yves’s gorgeous face.
His dark hair was mussed and falling into his eyes, and harsh breath rasped between his parted lips.
A sheaf of parchments fell to the floor as Yves moved one of his hands to wrap around Rowan’s cock. Rowan bit back a sob of relief that came out as a pathetic whimper. Yves’s strokes grew sloppy.
Rowan’s sore back arched off the desk, head tilting back and mouth gaping open in a silent scream. Pleasure pulsed through his nerves in waves as Yves pushed him over the edge into a chasm of bliss.
Rowan’s cum spurted between Yves’s fingers, dripping onto the rucked up hem of his shirt.
He wrenched Yves down into a kiss to muffle the filthy moan that bubbled up in his throat.
Yves released Rowan’s cock and wrapped his arm around the small of Rowan’s back, lifting him further up the desk and climbing on after him.
Their mouths moved in tandem, breathing each other in.
Rowan’s fingers dug into Yves’s scalp, and Yves’s arm tightened around him.
Yves’s thrusts quickened, chasing his own release now.
He growled low in his throat as Rowan’s body quivered with aftershocks, his insides clenching and pulsing around Yves’s cock.
He returned Yves’s kisses with all the passion of their long absence.
A few more strokes and Yves spilled hot and hard into Rowan’s clenching insides. Rowan’s legs tightened around Yves’s waist to keep him inside. His mouth opened wider to deepen the kiss. Yves’s tongue lazily played with his, both of them coming down slowly from their euphoria.
Finally they broke the kiss, resting their sweaty foreheads together, basking in the afterglow. Rowan ran his thumb down the length of Yves’s nose, admiring every line of him. They could forget the outside world for this moment and only be here in each other’s arms.
When their breathing and heartbeats had slowed, Rowan unwound his legs, and Yves unseated himself from inside him. He climbed off the desk and helped Rowan sit up on the edge. He smoothed the white-blond hair back from Rowan’s face and kissed the tip of his petite nose.
“You lost,” Yves said simply.
The reality of the situation came rushing back, and Rowan blushed fiercely.
He’d tried his best to be quiet. But between the errant moan, the rattling door, and the desk scraping across the floor, there was no way their crew and the prisoners hadn’t heard exactly what they were doing. Rowan caught Yves’s hand.
“They shouldn’t die because I couldn’t control myself,” he said urgently. “Besides, you made noise too.”
Yves smirked, and hauled him to his feet. Rowan’s lower back ached, and Yves caught him around the waist and drew him close as his legs went a little wobbly.
“I like when you can’t control yourself,” he chuckled. “You actually did much better than I expected.”
“So…”
“So you’ll see what I have in store soon enough.”
In only a few minutes, they had both sufficiently recovered.
Rowan stepped out of the circle of Yves’s arms. There would be time enough later to bask in each other’s presence.
Right now, they had to go back to real life and do what they came here to do.
Rowan’s mind whirled through the possibilities of what Yves had planned.
But as well as he knew him, Rowan also knew better than to try to predict his husband’s next move.
Yves snatched him back around the waist, cradling Rowan in his arms so Rowan’s back was pressed to his broad chest. Rowan had never quite gotten used to how petite and protected he felt in Yves’s arms.
Yves bent to nuzzle the crook of Rowan’s neck.
“Just another minute,” he murmured.
Rowan chuckled, reaching up to smooth his lover’s hair.
“What’s gotten into you?”
Yves wasn’t typically so clingy, even after a long time apart. Usually they were able to wait until all the pirating business was done before giving in to their carnal desires. But not this time. What had changed?
Yves’s dark eyes flashed with mischief.
“It doesn’t matter right now. I have a gift for you.
If you accept it, perhaps I’ll have mercy on those poor sods you couldn’t even be quiet enough to protect.
” He pulled a small silver object from his coat pocket.
It was smooth and smaller than his palm, shaped like a tulip bulb with a piece at the bottom that flared out.
Rowan had never seen anything like it before.
“W-what is that?”
From the wicked tilt of Yves’s smile, it couldn’t be anything good.
Yves’s eyelids dipped low. The fingers of his other hand trailed over Rowan’s stomach beneath his shirt.
“Would you like me to show you?” Yves licked his lips. Predatory. Rowan found himself trapped in his hunter’s gaze, unable to look away.
“Yes,” he breathed.
He watched, morbidly fascinated, as Yves retrieved the vial of lube from his pocket and spread a generous amount over the object’s sleek form.
“Bend over,” Yves ordered.
Yves pushed him forward so his hands were flat on the map-strewn desk.
He brushed Rowan’s skirt aside and angled his hips so that his ass stuck out.
By now Rowan had a pretty good idea of what the object must be for, but it still sent a shiver up his spine when the cold tip of the metal pressed to his still loose and cum-filled hole.
Yves leaned close, lips brushing his ear.