Fic: the way it was
T/F, J/P RPS
T/F, P/J
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« No. I don’t think it happened this way, if it ever happened, » Paul said in a final tone, yawning, resting his head on the pillow. “I can’t see Thomas Dougthie allowing this.”
John shifted to straddle him, his hard cock brushing against Paul’s thighs - delicious sensation.
It was strange, Paul thought, that the ground still seemed to move - or maybe not so strange after a whole day on the ship in the middle of the tempest. He felt tired and cold and reached out for John’s warmth, moaning at the teeth biting at his neck and the caress of John’s beard. Then he closed his eyes and sighed contentedly.
John shook Paul lightly. “Why? Why can’t you see it?” he asked, curious, resting his weight on his arms, a hand on each side of Paul’s body, pressing his cock against Paul’s warm skin.
“Dougthie was a gentleman. He would not have allowed Drake to be on top.”
John laughed. “Did he have a choice? He was pinned to the bed by a heavier man,” he said. “Just like this.” Moving his hands, he locked his fingers around Paul’s wrists.
“A gentleman fucked by someone socially inferior. He was too proud, too arrogant to allow this.”
“Really?” John asked, rubbing his cock against the short hair on Paul’s belly.
“Well, I can’t imagine it. I think he would have wanted to have the upper hand. He would not have allowed Drake to manhandle him the way you suggest he did.”
“Then,” John said, leaning forward to kiss and bite Paul’s perfect lips, his soft beard tickling his ear, “Drake had to kill him. Out of anger and spite and hurt pride.”
“Perhaps.”
John stretched and pressed his torso against Paul’s body, sighing. “Now, let me show you the rest.”
Paul smiled and closed his eyes. “Sorry I interrupted you.”
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Francis straddled Thomas, forcing the trembling legs open, pushing Thomas’ knees back, opening him and pressing the tip of his cock against his hole. “Open to me,” he said, and pushed inside without waiting.
Thomas arched his back to resist the intrusion and Francis had to grip his hips to keep him still, hard fingers bruising the gentleman’s soft skin.
“Come on, don’t make it harder than it already is!” Francis hissed and pushed all the way in, heedless of Thomas’ cry of protest and pain, until he was buried in the warm silky heat of the gentleman's body, his heart pounding in his throat, waiting for Thomas to accommodate, relax and let him move.
It was slow at first and hesitant, until Francis managed to pick a rhythm and Thomas finally answered, his head turned on the side, his lips half-opened, his perfect profile offered to Francis’ sight, the long lashes damp with tears that shone like diamonds in the dim light of the candle. Thomas’ breathing grew faster and louder with every thrust; a silent sob escaped him when Francis’ cock brushed against his prostate, and he reached out to grab Francis’ arms, moving back, urging Francis to go faster, harder, pleasepleasepleaseGoodCaptainIbegyou...
Francis leaned forward to kiss this perfect mouth; it opened to the kiss, yielding to Francis’ desire, kissing back while the thrusts grew urgent and brutal.
Thomas cried out, throwing his head back, his body tensing, arching, almost dislodging Francis, caught in the frenzy of pleasure. He came, his cock pressed against Francis’ belly, and opened his eyes to stare at Francis with an expression of utter surprise, then closed them again and shivered. The tightening of his muscles around his cock pushed Francis over the edge, growling and grinding his hips as if he could go deeper still, while Thomas panted and cried, tears rolling down his cheeks.
At last, when the strength of his orgasm had abated, Francis collapsed beside the gentleman, trying to regain some control while Thomas pulled the blanket over him and sunk into an exhausted sated sleep.
T/F, P/J
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« No. I don’t think it happened this way, if it ever happened, » Paul said in a final tone, yawning, resting his head on the pillow. “I can’t see Thomas Dougthie allowing this.”
John shifted to straddle him, his hard cock brushing against Paul’s thighs - delicious sensation.
It was strange, Paul thought, that the ground still seemed to move - or maybe not so strange after a whole day on the ship in the middle of the tempest. He felt tired and cold and reached out for John’s warmth, moaning at the teeth biting at his neck and the caress of John’s beard. Then he closed his eyes and sighed contentedly.
John shook Paul lightly. “Why? Why can’t you see it?” he asked, curious, resting his weight on his arms, a hand on each side of Paul’s body, pressing his cock against Paul’s warm skin.
“Dougthie was a gentleman. He would not have allowed Drake to be on top.”
John laughed. “Did he have a choice? He was pinned to the bed by a heavier man,” he said. “Just like this.” Moving his hands, he locked his fingers around Paul’s wrists.
“A gentleman fucked by someone socially inferior. He was too proud, too arrogant to allow this.”
“Really?” John asked, rubbing his cock against the short hair on Paul’s belly.
“Well, I can’t imagine it. I think he would have wanted to have the upper hand. He would not have allowed Drake to manhandle him the way you suggest he did.”
“Then,” John said, leaning forward to kiss and bite Paul’s perfect lips, his soft beard tickling his ear, “Drake had to kill him. Out of anger and spite and hurt pride.”
“Perhaps.”
John stretched and pressed his torso against Paul’s body, sighing. “Now, let me show you the rest.”
Paul smiled and closed his eyes. “Sorry I interrupted you.”
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Francis straddled Thomas, forcing the trembling legs open, pushing Thomas’ knees back, opening him and pressing the tip of his cock against his hole. “Open to me,” he said, and pushed inside without waiting.
Thomas arched his back to resist the intrusion and Francis had to grip his hips to keep him still, hard fingers bruising the gentleman’s soft skin.
“Come on, don’t make it harder than it already is!” Francis hissed and pushed all the way in, heedless of Thomas’ cry of protest and pain, until he was buried in the warm silky heat of the gentleman's body, his heart pounding in his throat, waiting for Thomas to accommodate, relax and let him move.
It was slow at first and hesitant, until Francis managed to pick a rhythm and Thomas finally answered, his head turned on the side, his lips half-opened, his perfect profile offered to Francis’ sight, the long lashes damp with tears that shone like diamonds in the dim light of the candle. Thomas’ breathing grew faster and louder with every thrust; a silent sob escaped him when Francis’ cock brushed against his prostate, and he reached out to grab Francis’ arms, moving back, urging Francis to go faster, harder, pleasepleasepleaseGoodCaptainIbegyou...
Francis leaned forward to kiss this perfect mouth; it opened to the kiss, yielding to Francis’ desire, kissing back while the thrusts grew urgent and brutal.
Thomas cried out, throwing his head back, his body tensing, arching, almost dislodging Francis, caught in the frenzy of pleasure. He came, his cock pressed against Francis’ belly, and opened his eyes to stare at Francis with an expression of utter surprise, then closed them again and shivered. The tightening of his muscles around his cock pushed Francis over the edge, growling and grinding his hips as if he could go deeper still, while Thomas panted and cried, tears rolling down his cheeks.
At last, when the strength of his orgasm had abated, Francis collapsed beside the gentleman, trying to regain some control while Thomas pulled the blanket over him and sunk into an exhausted sated sleep.