"Shush," Rook laughs and gently bites Ulysse's earlobe. "Maybe I want to hear you say it."
And he does, and it makes something snap and twang inside Rook, like a cord being pulled taut and released, then stretched out again, this time longer. Something inside him relaxes a little, hollows out to give room for something that he doesn't quite know how to name.
He shifts, giving room for Ulysse to push back more, to gain some ground under his knees. He's still caged right there, between Rook's arms and his legs, exactly where he should be. That hand that was pressing against Ulysse's neck sneaks out to wrap around the man's shoulders, holding him instead as their bodies keep undulating against one another, slow enough that there's no slapping of skin, but hard enough that they might leave marks on each other. Rook's mouth is pressed against Ulysse's ear, breathing roughly as he whispers: "You feel so damn good."
That whisper drags a shiver down Ulysse's spine and he can't help the little groan that escapes his lips. He does his best to use the space he's given to grind back into Rook's hips, meeting those deep thrusts with soft, barely audible grunts.
They've been wrapped up in each other for the past hour at least, and yet it's somehow not enough. Ulysse finds himself turning his head towards that mouth, eyes just a bit dazed and heavily lidded as he murmurs, "I'm asking this time... Kiss me?"
Rook is slowly coming to realise that it might never be enough. He's always going to crave a little bit more, a little bit deeper and harder and... more.
He doesn't hesitate, he doesn't tease, he doesn't even make Ulysse wait for it - he kisses him on the lips. His hand reaches up to cup Ulysse's jaw and tilts it to the side while Rook leans past his shoulder to kiss him deeply, licking into his mouth as if he couldn't breathe without doing it tandem with Ulysse.
The taste of him makes him groan somewhere deep within his throat, his pace broken, driving into Ulysse quicker and harder.
There's an answering moan helplessly voiced into the kiss and Ulysse quivers under Rook, ass tightening for a moment as the pace picks up. His chest feels tight as Rook holds onto him and kisses him like his life depends on it, that need for more echoed from both of them as Ulysse tangles their tongues eagerly, fingers tightening around the mage's and shoving their joined hands down into the mattress.
The tether thrums with their joined emotions, an unspoken plea with just the faintest tint of desperation coming through from Ulysse. There's a madness that threatens to grow with each intoxicating thrust of Rook's hips, with each swipe of his tongue in Ulysse's mouth, doing it's damned best to consume his mind whole. That arm around his shoulders and the hand in his seem to be the only things grounding him.
Ulysse finds himself gasping against the mage's lips, "What... are you doing to me...?"
"Hush," Rook whispers back, his brow pressed tight against Ulysse's as they both pant against one another's mouth. "Don't think."
Just let go.
Rook definitely isn't equipped to deal with the thoughts that are flitting around in his mind, so he decides to put them aside and for the moment just enjoy the immediate sensations and the way they make him feel.
He grabs Ulysse's hand a little tighter and wraps both of their arms around the man, his weight resting on Ulysse's upper back while his thighs work to lift his hips after each plunging thrust.
Ulysse feels as though he's being lightly crushed in the best way possible. He holds Rook's hand tight to his chest, rocking back eagerly into the deep thrusts, the mattress creaking under them. It's a steady, inescapable downward spiral to another climax.
It will be a miracle if either of them are up for returning to the ship early in the morning.
His body shudders and tightens without Ulysse's input, only being wound further and further with each push forward of Rook's hips. After having climaxed twice within the past hour, it's a grueling pace, but there's no way Ulysse will tell Rook to stop. If the mage so much as considered it, he'd find himself pinned on his back and ridden hard.
The mage definitely isn't considering it. He's groaning softly as he presses his face to Ulysse's neck, his voice both pained and pleasured. He's not quite as oversensitive as Ulysse is but right at his heels, just a step behind.
They're going to be crawling into the ship earliest during the lazy afternoon. The captain can come find them earlier and try his best to bully them back to work but it's doubtful it'll be very effective.
Rook brings down his hips in an increasingly breathless pace, chasing whatever completion they both are brushing against with each ebb and flow of their fucking. He pushes himself up just enough to be able to gain some leverage and give Ulysse some space to move, his front brushing against Ulysse's back while they move against each other.
His hands cover Ulysse's, squeeze those narrow fingers within his own as he presses them down to the mattress. Rook's head hangs down between his shoulders as he watches Ulysse move between his arms, his nose brushing against the nape of Ulysse's neck.
That gravelly voice would be haunting Ulysse's dreams for some time. It threatens to drag him into the depths, pulling and crushing as firmly as the mage's hands are.
This man can't possibly know how much sway he has over Ulysse. That, or he knows full well and loves playing the pirate's body like a fiddle.
Now that he's been given some space to move, though, Ulysse shifts up on his knees, pushing back into those deep thrusts with soft, eager moans. Pleasure licks at his gut and before he's aware of what's happening, it overwhelms him and the orgasm flows out of him. His surprised little groan is muffled against the bedding as his spine arches, tightening around Rook's cock as he weakly spurts over the sheets. Each aftershock makes him quiver and twitch as the waves crest, the air squeeze from his lungs as his body shakes.
Rook goes silent when Ulysse tightens around him, the pirate's movements rapid and shaking. He meets every backward shove of Ulysse's ass with an easily accommodating thrust, giving him exactly what he needs to slide over the edge once again. There's nothing quite so satisfying as seeing Ulysse take his pleasure on his dick, fucking himself back on the penetration eagerly and hungrily.
He seats himself finally inside Rook, struggling down his own release as he leans down to press a few warm kisses to the nape of Ulysse's neck, his lips quirking with satisfaction as each touch of his lips makes Ulysse shiver and shake with oversensitive aftershocks.
"Can you go again?" he asks in a low, low rumble, barely louder than a whisper. If Ulysse denies it firmly enough, he will put an end to this finally.
Ulysse lets out an incoherent sound that could either be a moan or a whimper, shivering under Rook's lips as he tries to gather himself. Blinking slowly, he turns his head, looking back at Rook out the corner of his eye. He almost can't believe his ears.
"... Again?" he asks quietly, lips quirking in a quick, small smile. "My, aren't we feeling energetic, tonight..."
Rook snorts softly, something of an actual smile lingering on his lips as he flops down on Ulysse's back and groans into his neck.
"I told you," he mutters as he slowly - very slowly - rocks against the man's ass, each dragging flash of friction exploding behind his lids as white hot stars of pleasure. "You've cast a spell on me. Can't get enough."
There's a soft, gasped noise at the rocking, that little motion already too much for Ulysse's still oversensitive flesh and leaving him trembling uncontrollably. "We went over this. You're the mage, here..."
But that seems to matter little when Ulysse is entirely covered and filled by said mage, his dick giving weak spurts against the already ruined bedding as Rook keeps moving in him. As much as his body might protest it, Ulysse bites down on his lip and pushes back into Rook, eyes closing as he does his best not to moan loudly.
"I don't care," Rook gasps back at him, his nose buried in Ulysse's neck as he trembles above him, his voice wrecked as he tries to push out words while rocking forward desperately. Urged on by Ulysse's body pushing back against him.
"You've done something to me," he groans roughly as he struggles up slightly, looking between them as he pushes yet again inside Ulysse, both of their bodies shaking and trembling with barely contained pleasure. "Whatever it is, don't stop..."
Funny that Rook's the one saying that. Ulysse is quite convinced that the mage is the one with all the power in this situation, both physically and mentally, but he won't say as much. That rasping voice against his neck makes him moan quietly, the noise muffled as he bites down on the sheets to try to contain it as best he can.
He's torn between whether he finds the cock pushing in and out of him to be pleasurable or painful at this point, his body screaming as it's caught between the two extremes. Whichever it is, he keeps shivering as soft, desperate little noises drop from his lips, even as he digs his knees into the mattress, trying to push back into Rook's hips as he encourages the mage to keep going.
"Come on, Rook," he murmurs, quiet and just a bit hoarse.
There seems to be a bizarre sense of tragedy attached to their fucking, almost like neither of them wants it to end but it's too much to keep going on. Finally, Rook pulls up a little, making room between them just enough that he can thrust forward, each time his body moves it does so with careful meditation, measured movements brought to completion with precision. His breath catches his his throat at the first slapping sound of their bodies colliding, pleasure exploding under his skin, demanding and hard, hurting as much as it brings enjoyment.
It's time to end this as tragic as it might be.
His hand entangles in Ulysse's hair, pushes it up and fists it within his fingers, pressing his head down to the mattress as Rook leans in to press his nose to the nape of the man's neck, burying it in Ulysse's hair.
"Come with me," he demands, voice gone so dark and low it's barely a rumble just above audible, rough around the edges, weathered and thin. "I'll wait." He wants them to finish, both of them, together.
There's a soft, drawn out groan that's partially muffled against the bedding. Ulysse sets his knees into the mattress as best he can to meet those sharp, demanding thrusts, the torrent of need thrumming violently along the tether.
"I don't know if I can," he moans, biting off a low cry as he grips the sheets between his teeth. He can feel the sweat beading over his skin, only to go running down his body in ticklish little rivulets as Rook fucks into him. It's a mess of sensation and desperation, threatening to devour them both whole.
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And he does, and it makes something snap and twang inside Rook, like a cord being pulled taut and released, then stretched out again, this time longer. Something inside him relaxes a little, hollows out to give room for something that he doesn't quite know how to name.
He shifts, giving room for Ulysse to push back more, to gain some ground under his knees. He's still caged right there, between Rook's arms and his legs, exactly where he should be. That hand that was pressing against Ulysse's neck sneaks out to wrap around the man's shoulders, holding him instead as their bodies keep undulating against one another, slow enough that there's no slapping of skin, but hard enough that they might leave marks on each other. Rook's mouth is pressed against Ulysse's ear, breathing roughly as he whispers: "You feel so damn good."
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They've been wrapped up in each other for the past hour at least, and yet it's somehow not enough. Ulysse finds himself turning his head towards that mouth, eyes just a bit dazed and heavily lidded as he murmurs, "I'm asking this time... Kiss me?"
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He doesn't hesitate, he doesn't tease, he doesn't even make Ulysse wait for it - he kisses him on the lips. His hand reaches up to cup Ulysse's jaw and tilts it to the side while Rook leans past his shoulder to kiss him deeply, licking into his mouth as if he couldn't breathe without doing it tandem with Ulysse.
The taste of him makes him groan somewhere deep within his throat, his pace broken, driving into Ulysse quicker and harder.
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The tether thrums with their joined emotions, an unspoken plea with just the faintest tint of desperation coming through from Ulysse. There's a madness that threatens to grow with each intoxicating thrust of Rook's hips, with each swipe of his tongue in Ulysse's mouth, doing it's damned best to consume his mind whole. That arm around his shoulders and the hand in his seem to be the only things grounding him.
Ulysse finds himself gasping against the mage's lips, "What... are you doing to me...?"
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Just let go.
Rook definitely isn't equipped to deal with the thoughts that are flitting around in his mind, so he decides to put them aside and for the moment just enjoy the immediate sensations and the way they make him feel.
He grabs Ulysse's hand a little tighter and wraps both of their arms around the man, his weight resting on Ulysse's upper back while his thighs work to lift his hips after each plunging thrust.
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It will be a miracle if either of them are up for returning to the ship early in the morning.
His body shudders and tightens without Ulysse's input, only being wound further and further with each push forward of Rook's hips. After having climaxed twice within the past hour, it's a grueling pace, but there's no way Ulysse will tell Rook to stop. If the mage so much as considered it, he'd find himself pinned on his back and ridden hard.
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They're going to be crawling into the ship earliest during the lazy afternoon. The captain can come find them earlier and try his best to bully them back to work but it's doubtful it'll be very effective.
Rook brings down his hips in an increasingly breathless pace, chasing whatever completion they both are brushing against with each ebb and flow of their fucking. He pushes himself up just enough to be able to gain some leverage and give Ulysse some space to move, his front brushing against Ulysse's back while they move against each other.
His hands cover Ulysse's, squeeze those narrow fingers within his own as he presses them down to the mattress. Rook's head hangs down between his shoulders as he watches Ulysse move between his arms, his nose brushing against the nape of Ulysse's neck.
"Take it," he grunts out in a hoarse whisper.
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This man can't possibly know how much sway he has over Ulysse. That, or he knows full well and loves playing the pirate's body like a fiddle.
Now that he's been given some space to move, though, Ulysse shifts up on his knees, pushing back into those deep thrusts with soft, eager moans. Pleasure licks at his gut and before he's aware of what's happening, it overwhelms him and the orgasm flows out of him. His surprised little groan is muffled against the bedding as his spine arches, tightening around Rook's cock as he weakly spurts over the sheets. Each aftershock makes him quiver and twitch as the waves crest, the air squeeze from his lungs as his body shakes.
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He seats himself finally inside Rook, struggling down his own release as he leans down to press a few warm kisses to the nape of Ulysse's neck, his lips quirking with satisfaction as each touch of his lips makes Ulysse shiver and shake with oversensitive aftershocks.
"Can you go again?" he asks in a low, low rumble, barely louder than a whisper. If Ulysse denies it firmly enough, he will put an end to this finally.
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"... Again?" he asks quietly, lips quirking in a quick, small smile. "My, aren't we feeling energetic, tonight..."
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"I told you," he mutters as he slowly - very slowly - rocks against the man's ass, each dragging flash of friction exploding behind his lids as white hot stars of pleasure. "You've cast a spell on me. Can't get enough."
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But that seems to matter little when Ulysse is entirely covered and filled by said mage, his dick giving weak spurts against the already ruined bedding as Rook keeps moving in him. As much as his body might protest it, Ulysse bites down on his lip and pushes back into Rook, eyes closing as he does his best not to moan loudly.
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"You've done something to me," he groans roughly as he struggles up slightly, looking between them as he pushes yet again inside Ulysse, both of their bodies shaking and trembling with barely contained pleasure. "Whatever it is, don't stop..."
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He's torn between whether he finds the cock pushing in and out of him to be pleasurable or painful at this point, his body screaming as it's caught between the two extremes. Whichever it is, he keeps shivering as soft, desperate little noises drop from his lips, even as he digs his knees into the mattress, trying to push back into Rook's hips as he encourages the mage to keep going.
"Come on, Rook," he murmurs, quiet and just a bit hoarse.
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It's time to end this as tragic as it might be.
His hand entangles in Ulysse's hair, pushes it up and fists it within his fingers, pressing his head down to the mattress as Rook leans in to press his nose to the nape of the man's neck, burying it in Ulysse's hair.
"Come with me," he demands, voice gone so dark and low it's barely a rumble just above audible, rough around the edges, weathered and thin. "I'll wait." He wants them to finish, both of them, together.
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"I don't know if I can," he moans, biting off a low cry as he grips the sheets between his teeth. He can feel the sweat beading over his skin, only to go running down his body in ticklish little rivulets as Rook fucks into him. It's a mess of sensation and desperation, threatening to devour them both whole.