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[personal profile] oseyanke 2020-01-28 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
That touch to the back gives Ulysse pause, but then he shifts his legs a tiny bit further apart obligingly. His eyes flick to Rook's face, then, and he smiles.

"Or perhaps I like mutual... 'concessions' being made," he suggests, voice breathy and low. "You have your terms, I have mine."

And as much as he'd like to kiss and touch Rook right back, until the man actually asks him, Ulysse will keep his hands right where they are.
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[personal profile] oseyanke 2020-01-28 12:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Damn but the mage is fast when he wants to be.

Ulysse's hands slap against the barrels as he's turned, stopping himself from smacking his head against the wood, looking back over his shoulder as Rook's pulling his trousers down. He barely has time to brace himself before that slicked finger's at his hole and pushing in.

Still he manages a quiet laugh, hands shifting to better brace himself against the barrels. "I seem to have something to hold right here."

The way his shirt's been bunched leaves his lower back exposed. Ulysse's usually very picky about the positions he takes in sex, just to avoid showing his back and the criss-cross of whip-lash scars that go all the way down to his upper thighs, marring even his buttocks. It's telling that he doesn't fight against Rook for the position he's put in. He knows it's probably because he knows Rook would have similar scars himself, but it's more than that. For as short a time as they've known each other, Ulysse knows the mage wouldn't let the scars distract him or draw any condescension, nor pity. They're simply there.

It's... surprisingly refreshing.
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[personal profile] oseyanke 2020-01-28 01:34 pm (UTC)(link)
The man jerks hard and there's a strangled little noise caught in his throat as Rook's finger starts focusing on that little gland. Mouth falling open as he rests his brow to the barrel, breathing audibly as he stills himself, not wanting to lose himself to the pleasure already.

It doesn't escape his notice how Rook's mouthing at his scars, hot and slick playing over the much abused flesh. Ulysse isn't sure how to interpret it, but it doesn't feel bad... Quite the opposite, in fact.

"Why? Do you plan to bind me?" he asks archly. He suspects Rook would never chain him, though there are plenty of ways to immobilise a man than by simply shackling him.
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[personal profile] oseyanke 2020-01-28 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a stretch and one that makes Ulysse stiffen with a soft noise, eyes closing as a faint shiver goes down his spine as he relaxes down again. Then there's another soft, strained laugh and he glances back, eyes heated and dancing as he points out, "You could... but it would be harder for you to really ride me hard, wouldn't it?"

He even tights down on those fingers, letting Rook know exactly how tight he can get, even as the increase in pressure makes Ulysse himself shudder. It's enough to make his fingers dig into the wood, short nails threatening to draw up some splinters.
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[personal profile] oseyanke 2020-01-28 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"I doubt you've a gentle bone in your body," comes the sarcastic response, even as his voice is cut off with a low gasp as the fingers start fucking into him. Ulysse seriously does doubt Rook even knows how to fuck slowly, let alone gently, to be honest.
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[personal profile] oseyanke 2020-01-28 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Ulysse doesn't answer at first, more focused on how his body shakes from having those fingers suddenly stop in their movements, sweat making his shirt now stick to his body. Wetting his lips, he huffs a short, husky laugh and glances back again, staring at Rook's face.

"Does it matter?"

Such consideration is rarely used in quick, most likely one-off encounters like these, after all. Oh, he's sure Rook might come sniffing around again when there's a change in weather, but he's got little to offer anyone to even want to stay.
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[personal profile] oseyanke 2020-01-28 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
"You haven't made any-ngh-"

Ulysse's eyes close again, brow furrowing a bit as his mouth falls open, soft but still audible gasps forced from him as that finger keeps massaging at his prostate, contrasted harshly by the bite to his jaw. He's absently thinking he's glad he has a beard to hide the mark, because that might be just a bit too obvious a target for Kai's teasing.

... Though to be fair, there's a very good chance any of the other crew will chance upon them at any second.
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[personal profile] oseyanke 2020-01-28 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Ulysse is silent as he's filled, biting down on his lower lip hard to hold back any noises that might try to escape. There's a euphoria specifically to having a cock pressed into him that whites out Ulysse's mind, second only to actually getting to orgasm, and the way his cheeks fill with colour and dazed eyes blink blankly at nothing could easily be mistaken as an expression of climax.

His exhale is shaky and loud while his hands blindly search for the ropes tying the barrels together, fingers curling into them to give him something solid to hang onto. This isn't going to be an easy ride and he relishes the thought. Perhaps he should be more concerned with how clearly pleased the spirit riding him is, feeling those waves of satisfaction washing through him and only intensifying the feeling of penetration, no doubt making his aura ripple for Rook's viewing pleasure, the scent of the ocean growing with a cool breeze coming from seemingly nowhere.
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[personal profile] oseyanke 2020-01-28 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
The first thrust is met with a low grunt, Ulysse's head bowing and fingers wrapping tight around the ropes as he braces himself. But then the next comes faster and harder, making his mouth fall open on a loud gasp. And then again. And again. Ulysse bites down on his lip again, strained moans slipping past his teeth, expression pained from the sharp, intense pleasure that's being driven into him. The spirit demands it, feeding off their lust combined, it's own deep, echoing voice slipping through with Ulysse's soft, bitten off cries.

A ship is never silent, but it seems so quiet now, while the sounds of their fucking only seem to grow deafeningly loud. From the slick squelches of Rook's cock burying itself repeatedly in Ulysse's ass to the slap of skin and the thumping of the barrels as the slender body is rocked unrelentingly hard and fast into them. Rook's grunts are animalistic and loud, single-minded as he takes his pleasure from the willing body before him, contrasted to Ulysse's barely contained cries and gasps.

He can't remember the last time he was taken so roughly, but by all the seas, Ulysse's loving it. It's likely to leave him weak-legged and unable to sit for the rest of the day, but he's not regretting it, just clinging onto the barrels with increasing desperation to make it last, because it's mind-numbingly good.
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[personal profile] oseyanke 2020-01-28 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
It's the perfect sabotage and a loud moan escaped unhindered as Ulysse's mouth falls open, eyes fluttering open as the tempo is suddenly changed, his cock leaking heavily as it's stroked. Dark eyes blink dazedly as his head is turned, panting against Rook's hand as that thumb slides into his mouth like it belongs there.

Then something seems to click and a lazy smile briefly hovers over Ulysse's face before he draws his tongue along the pad of that thumb, teeth following the slick path in a rough drag. Closing his eyes, Ulysse's lets his head drop back against Rook's shoulder, swallowing hard and panting audibly, voice occasionally slipping through to colour the breathy sounds with wanton enjoyment.

It was warm before. Now Ulysse feels as though they're burning, the running trails of sweat only providing the barest of relief in the intensity of the experience.
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[personal profile] oseyanke 2020-01-28 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Ulysse's moans are slipping out more and more, now. His eyes are screwed shut as he pushes back into Rook's thrusts, one of his hands leaving the barrels to grip the mage's wrist at his chest, anchoring himself. His heart is hammering right up against Rook's hand as though trying to escape his chest.

"Rook," he groans, turning his head and blindly nuzzling in against the mage's temples. "I'm close, ah-"

His body's now tightening with each thrust, as if it's trying to keep Rook's cock buried deep in him. He's definitely not lying when he says he's close.
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[personal profile] oseyanke 2020-01-29 10:20 am (UTC)(link)
The kiss is unexpected but so very welcome, wrenching a hoarse moan from Ulysse that's swallowed by the mage's plundering mouth. There's a small flicker of triumphant satisfaction at the back of his mind, that Rook had been brought to that edge and right on over, forfeiting their little game. Though, really, neither had won or lost, given Rook hadn't asked, and Ulysse hadn't given in.

He'll enjoy the rematch, later.

For now, the tight friction around his cock and the deep thrusts into his ass are driving him to climax. When it comes, it's nothing spectacularly loud or showy, but he feels it intensely. His body stiffens from head-to-toe, spine arching and pressing him tight to Rook's front, mouth growing slack in the kiss as his breath catches, soft, desperate little gasps puffing out with each wave of orgasm that crests in him. Spurting messily into the calloused hand at his prick, Ulysse tries to break the kiss, gasping for air as his body shakes hard in the aftermath, unable to fully relax, the grip on Rook's arm now clinging out of desperation to keep him standing.

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