"...Can you honestly tell me there's a reason I wouldn't at least hold out hope given the wild-ass shit that shows up here every day? I figured maybe it was in some pile of stuff from previous voyages."
Beat.
"...I mean I guess maybe the Erda recycles things but why would it..."
Friday, I'm so sorry, Erin's been nerd sniped.
Beat.
"...I mean I guess maybe the Erda recycles things but why would it..."
Friday, I'm so sorry, Erin's been nerd sniped.
[ Daisy might riding off the last of some orange lilies right now. Don't worry about it. ]
So did you wipe out every cruise the second someone made a deal with you? Or were we just that annoying?
[he hasn't had these many options in a long time, which is why it takes him a moment to say anything.]
Well. First, I want you naked. Then, you can either lie back or put your knees over my shoulders so I can give a worthier encore of our time at the lodge.
Well. First, I want you naked. Then, you can either lie back or put your knees over my shoulders so I can give a worthier encore of our time at the lodge.
[a moment's pause where he is visibly trying to figure out the logistics. math equation lady gif for a good 10 seconds.]
... Ah.
[well. he certainly doesn't have the patience for his own clothes after all that, so off they go to The Void. he's left naked and kneeling at his side, and a bit... tentative-seeming, maybe, even as he places a palm against his shoulders.]
Do I just... You know. Get on.
... Ah.
[well. he certainly doesn't have the patience for his own clothes after all that, so off they go to The Void. he's left naked and kneeling at his side, and a bit... tentative-seeming, maybe, even as he places a palm against his shoulders.]
Do I just... You know. Get on.
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2023-09-20 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
[he likes to make the Captain think, if only because he loves to watch his mind work.]
The sign says you're tall enough, so... [he's visibly pleased with that joke.] Here. [he stays propped up on one elbow, placing his free hand on the Captain's hip to nudge him forward, biting his lower lip as his gaze drifts down to the patch of hair between the Captain's legs.]
The sign says you're tall enough, so... [he's visibly pleased with that joke.] Here. [he stays propped up on one elbow, placing his free hand on the Captain's hip to nudge him forward, biting his lower lip as his gaze drifts down to the patch of hair between the Captain's legs.]
[at his urging, and with a quick breath to steady his nerves, he swings a leg over his chest until his thighs box in his upper arms. he glances down at him for only a moment before turning his head, blush spreading furiously.]
I feel exceedingly silly. This better be worth it. [like it isn't blatantly obvious he's actually super into this already.]
I feel exceedingly silly. This better be worth it. [like it isn't blatantly obvious he's actually super into this already.]
[and here he thought that they'd gotten past the embarrassment. he's glad that's not the case.] I love watching you get flustered.
[he kisses his inner thigh, his hands squeezing his calves.] But the view from down here is even better. [which is apparently enough foreplay, as he turns his attention and tongue to his clit.]
[he kisses his inner thigh, his hands squeezing his calves.] But the view from down here is even better. [which is apparently enough foreplay, as he turns his attention and tongue to his clit.]
I— [he’d definitely been intending to make some kind of pithy comment, before a completely alien sensation steals it and leaves a shocked moan in its place.]
Oh, that’s… different. [yet he presses back into the feeling. but only slightly, uncertainly. like he isn’t quite sure if that’s what he’s supposed to do.]
Oh, that’s… different. [yet he presses back into the feeling. but only slightly, uncertainly. like he isn’t quite sure if that’s what he’s supposed to do.]
Just relax. Do what feels natural. [he could instruct, or he could trust that the Captain will figure things out on his own. the latter is far more fun and requires far less talking. and for once, he has much better things to be doing than talking.]
Uh huh… [natural. what feels natural right now? getting More. so, naturally, one must do things that will Get More.
his hips roll with a bit more firmness, palms braced on his thighs.]
his hips roll with a bit more firmness, palms braced on his thighs.]
[he makes an approving noise, grip adjusting to pull the Captain even further up. no need to breathe means no need to stop, and Skulduggery makes full use of his new tongue, from broad licks to tender adoration with the tip.]
[like he's ever been good at restraining himself for very long. with a breathy whine, he rolls his hips in a slow grind.]
Oh, god, please, more...
Oh, god, please, more...
[he sucks on his clit and laps up the wetness between the folds, his own hips lifting with excitement. the glamour gives him a source for his usually baseless arousal, and one hand drops from the Captain's leg to his twitching cock, fingers clutching at the base.]
[the movement catches his eye, his brows furrowing as he turns his head around as best he can, a moment's confusion as he tries to figure out what he's doing...
his hips stutter, a warm rush of wetness as his palm on the floor keeps him somewhat upright.]
his hips stutter, a warm rush of wetness as his palm on the floor keeps him somewhat upright.]
[that's one way to inflate his ego (among other things)...
he drags his hand from the Captain's leg to his hip, trailing lazy circles with his finger as he makes a valiant but ultimately unsuccessful attempt to clean up using the same tongue that got him into this mess to begin with.]
he drags his hand from the Captain's leg to his hip, trailing lazy circles with his finger as he makes a valiant but ultimately unsuccessful attempt to clean up using the same tongue that got him into this mess to begin with.]
[a moment to collect himself, and he manages to only sorta half-fall onto the floor beside him. very elegant, absolutely doesn’t bang his hip on the landing, don’t worry about it.
he grins, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his jaw before murmuring:]
As fun as it always is, I’ll admit I’m rather more excited to make you come this time… I do love a new toy.
he grins, leaning over to press a quick kiss to his jaw before murmuring:]
As fun as it always is, I’ll admit I’m rather more excited to make you come this time… I do love a new toy.
As if that was for you. [there's no sexy way to wipe his face so he just does it, his face flushed. he rolls over onto his side, hooking a leg over one of the Captain's.] But I won't say no. [he tilts his head to indicate he's grinning, which is more obvious now that he's actually grinning.] How do you want me?
[for once, the ability to choose doesn’t paralyze him. he’s known what he wanted since the start.]
Well, since I want you to fuck my throat… [a weirdly demure little smile] I’m sure you know what would be best for that.
Well, since I want you to fuck my throat… [a weirdly demure little smile] I’m sure you know what would be best for that.
Mmm... [he presses a kiss to his cheek.] I love it when you know what you want.
[it's a simple matter of getting to his feet, and he does so languidly, without a hint of embarrassment. he's always been comfortable in his body, and this one is as close to the real thing as he'll ever get. he stands with his feet on either side of the Captain's hips, hand wrapped once more around the base of his cock as he looks down at him.]
Do you need me to tell you what to do? [a playful challenge:] Or do you think you know how to handle it?
[it's a simple matter of getting to his feet, and he does so languidly, without a hint of embarrassment. he's always been comfortable in his body, and this one is as close to the real thing as he'll ever get. he stands with his feet on either side of the Captain's hips, hand wrapped once more around the base of his cock as he looks down at him.]
Do you need me to tell you what to do? [a playful challenge:] Or do you think you know how to handle it?
[he shifts until he's on his knees before him, looking up at him through lashes. his hand reaches out and, almost curiously, runs down the length of it.]
It doesn't seem to be a very difficult concept... [a grin] Of course, any instruction you'd care to give...
[he leans forward and gives a tentative lick to the head, then another, slightly more lingering.]
... Well. Wouldn't go amiss.
It doesn't seem to be a very difficult concept... [a grin] Of course, any instruction you'd care to give...
[he leans forward and gives a tentative lick to the head, then another, slightly more lingering.]
... Well. Wouldn't go amiss.
[the sensation is practically alien and a little pleased noise escapes him.]
Hmmm. Off to a good start. [he strokes the Captain's temple, pushing his hair back behind his ear.] Start slow. And keep your hand here. [he guides his hand to the base of his cock, curling the fingers around it] Nice and firm. Don't want to come until your eyes are watering.
Hmmm. Off to a good start. [he strokes the Captain's temple, pushing his hair back behind his ear.] Start slow. And keep your hand here. [he guides his hand to the base of his cock, curling the fingers around it] Nice and firm. Don't want to come until your eyes are watering.
[he gives one last grin before turning his attention fully to the task at hand, parting his lips wide enough to take the head into his mouth. the weight on his tongue... he makes a pleased noise, eyes falling shut as he pushes forward that much more, slowly taking in as much as he can before it very nearly touches the back of his throat.]
[it takes everything in him not to collapse on the spot, but he manages to stay on his feet. it's a completely different sensation from what he's used to; physical pleasure, localized to a single point instead of spreading aimlessly through his being. it's soft, wet, tender -- nothing like the way the Captain's fingers burn through his bones.
he strokes the Captain's hair, watching him through lidded eyes. his hips twitch forward, his own great restraint only barely holding.]
That's it. That's perfect, darling.
he strokes the Captain's hair, watching him through lidded eyes. his hips twitch forward, his own great restraint only barely holding.]
That's it. That's perfect, darling.
[a moan at the praise, and he keeps at it until he has taken him to the root. no gagging, a reaction he doesn't really remember most times, though he reflexively swallows around him. his eyes part just enough to look up at him, free hand mindlessly wiping away a line of drool on his face before going to grab his hip.]
[he catches the Captain's gaze and moans. no amount of restraint is going to keep him from coming too soon, not when he could live with these sensations forever. he drops his free hand to cover the one on his hip, while the fingers of his other hand curl into the Captain's hair, pulling lightly.]
Fuck, that's -- mmmh, such a good boy, I'm no match for you.
Fuck, that's -- mmmh, such a good boy, I'm no match for you.
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