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[ the snare of teeth brings with it a hiss, brings with it the stirring of heat with tim's warm, desperate body against his own. he knows the shape of tim laughlin so well at this point, knows exactly where to feel that wet spot in his underwear, where to drag his nails to make it worse.
he gets his arms around tim and at the searing kiss he reaches his hands low, low, low, gripping roughly at his ass and hoisting him up, encouraging strong thighs around his waist. tim tastes sweet, like chalky candy and the coming of spring and quentin chases it, licking hot and deep and hungry into his mouth, taking his time when tim is absolutely messy in his arms.
another softer time, he might take tim to bed. instead, if tim allows him to hoist him up? he'll turn him and press him hard up against the wall, using his own body to pin him, grinding his hips up against tim's ass. ]
Tell me what I need to fix, sweets.
he gets his arms around tim and at the searing kiss he reaches his hands low, low, low, gripping roughly at his ass and hoisting him up, encouraging strong thighs around his waist. tim tastes sweet, like chalky candy and the coming of spring and quentin chases it, licking hot and deep and hungry into his mouth, taking his time when tim is absolutely messy in his arms.
another softer time, he might take tim to bed. instead, if tim allows him to hoist him up? he'll turn him and press him hard up against the wall, using his own body to pin him, grinding his hips up against tim's ass. ]
Tell me what I need to fix, sweets.
[ Tim presses into his hand, into his chest, into all of him, every part of him that isn't touching part of Quentin aching terribly. He trembles as if he's already teetering over the edge, despite feeling so painfully far away. With wet streaks on his face, he gasps, nodding with soft, needy sounds as Quentin handles him, obediently wrapping his legs around his waist - or attempting to, sacrificing his balance and control to someone who knows better than him what to do with them.
He whimpers at the impact, hands grasping at the door to steady himself, but there is no steadying himself, there is no normal. He's flying wild, burning up, grinding his ass back against Quentin and praying that he'll offer him relief. Mercy. ]
Fix me. Something's wrong.
[ From their very first meeting, Quentin got to him. Beautiful, sweet, easy to want, easy to accept that he was wanted in turn. But this is too easy, unnaturally so, like he can barely breathe without feeling the other man's breath on the back of his neck. It feels dirty, lacking intimacy in the way that always makes him feel guilty after, because the desire had come before the man. He hadn't sparked it, the feeling simply arose from inside of him, like a monster threatening to swallow him whole. ]
Fuck me. And don't stop talking.
[ Because there's love here, and trust, no matter how much this place tries to taint it and turn it into something tawdry. Tim knows it. It'll just be a reminder. ]
He whimpers at the impact, hands grasping at the door to steady himself, but there is no steadying himself, there is no normal. He's flying wild, burning up, grinding his ass back against Quentin and praying that he'll offer him relief. Mercy. ]
Fix me. Something's wrong.
[ From their very first meeting, Quentin got to him. Beautiful, sweet, easy to want, easy to accept that he was wanted in turn. But this is too easy, unnaturally so, like he can barely breathe without feeling the other man's breath on the back of his neck. It feels dirty, lacking intimacy in the way that always makes him feel guilty after, because the desire had come before the man. He hadn't sparked it, the feeling simply arose from inside of him, like a monster threatening to swallow him whole. ]
Fuck me. And don't stop talking.
[ Because there's love here, and trust, no matter how much this place tries to taint it and turn it into something tawdry. Tim knows it. It'll just be a reminder. ]
I'm not going to let anything happen to you.
[ there's a simmering in his veins, a tingling on his tongue that makes him dive back in, drink hot and hard and heavy from tim's mouth, messy and noisy, daring to suck at his tongue when the other man even tries to catch his breath.
he hums low and hungry, leaning his weight into tim and gripping so tightly at his ass, spreading him open and allowing his hips to slot into place, grinding his hardening dick up against the clothed seam of him, dragging him harder down into every roll of his hips. ]
You're mine to keep safe. [ a possessiveness he doesn't understand right now, fueled by the sweet candy taste of tim on his tongue. ] I'll help you, but I'm afraid I can't fuck you yet. Not with all of these clothes in the way.
[ he rolls his hips again, fingers likely bruising in how tightly he squeezes at tim's ass, bringing him down on him again and again. ] Go on - tell me how you want to be fucked, sweets. Or shall I surprise you?
[ there's a simmering in his veins, a tingling on his tongue that makes him dive back in, drink hot and hard and heavy from tim's mouth, messy and noisy, daring to suck at his tongue when the other man even tries to catch his breath.
he hums low and hungry, leaning his weight into tim and gripping so tightly at his ass, spreading him open and allowing his hips to slot into place, grinding his hardening dick up against the clothed seam of him, dragging him harder down into every roll of his hips. ]
You're mine to keep safe. [ a possessiveness he doesn't understand right now, fueled by the sweet candy taste of tim on his tongue. ] I'll help you, but I'm afraid I can't fuck you yet. Not with all of these clothes in the way.
[ he rolls his hips again, fingers likely bruising in how tightly he squeezes at tim's ass, bringing him down on him again and again. ] Go on - tell me how you want to be fucked, sweets. Or shall I surprise you?
[ If he had the wherewithal to wrack his brain for any logic in it, Tim would worry that the hard possessive edge to Quentin’s voice is unusual, coming from him, the very man whose openness and lack of possessive urge coaxed him into the idea of accepting multiple lovers in the first place. But the pieces of his brain that deal in logic and self-preservation have been shut off, replaced with more desire, more heat, moremoremore animal instinct overriding all else. And ’You’re mine’ isn’t a question, it’s not a negotiation. It’s a claim being staked.
It makes him so hard that it's a wonder there's enough blood to keep the rest of him upright.
Tim nods, furiously agreeing, and shoves his underwear down, the front smeared with so much pre that it's gone from white to transparent, until they fall around his ankles and he can really push back, press himself into the bruising grip of Quentin's fingers, the hard, hot line of his cock that should be inside him, why isn't it inside him-- ]
Hard. Please, Quentin.
[ Answering the question, for once, rather than gleefully submitting to what's been decided for him. ]
It makes him so hard that it's a wonder there's enough blood to keep the rest of him upright.
Tim nods, furiously agreeing, and shoves his underwear down, the front smeared with so much pre that it's gone from white to transparent, until they fall around his ankles and he can really push back, press himself into the bruising grip of Quentin's fingers, the hard, hot line of his cock that should be inside him, why isn't it inside him-- ]
Hard. Please, Quentin.
[ Answering the question, for once, rather than gleefully submitting to what's been decided for him. ]
Dear Mr. Toma,
You will no doubt be surprised at receiving a letter from me as we have had few opportunities to exchange pleasantries, but it is with honourable motives that I intrude upon you. I do also hope that you will forgive my frankness in this matter.
It has been expressed to me by several people now that those bound in love here may have dalliances with others; indeed it is quite common. I believe personally that such relationships must be entered into with the blessing of the most beloved partner.
It is in that spirit that I humbly beseech your blessing to pursue Koby's affections.
I possess a rather humble station in life, and have naught to offer him but every kindness of which I can conceive. To you, I may only say that I consider myself a man of honest character and that I am happy to answer any inquiries you may have. I do hope that you are to look favourably upon my request, but naturally I shall respect your wishes on the matter.
With deepest respect and admiration,
Yours,
Harry D.S. Goodsir
You will no doubt be surprised at receiving a letter from me as we have had few opportunities to exchange pleasantries, but it is with honourable motives that I intrude upon you. I do also hope that you will forgive my frankness in this matter.
It has been expressed to me by several people now that those bound in love here may have dalliances with others; indeed it is quite common. I believe personally that such relationships must be entered into with the blessing of the most beloved partner.
It is in that spirit that I humbly beseech your blessing to pursue Koby's affections.
I possess a rather humble station in life, and have naught to offer him but every kindness of which I can conceive. To you, I may only say that I consider myself a man of honest character and that I am happy to answer any inquiries you may have. I do hope that you are to look favourably upon my request, but naturally I shall respect your wishes on the matter.
With deepest respect and admiration,
Yours,
Harry D.S. Goodsir
Hello there. You write letters like many back home wrote so it was a nice surprise to see this on these little phones we've been given.
It's nice to meet you - I don't think we've met, because I'd remember a pair of eyes vying for my Captain.
I kid, of course. There's nothing for you to ask me, however. I don't own Koby, I don't control him. I love him. That much you should know. And you should know that if you do anything to harm him then you will be met with a wrath larger than even the sea on a stormy turn.
But if Koby wants to be with you and you want to be with Koby, it's up for him to decide. If you feel so inclined, you could even join our bed on occasion - maybe that's what I should have requested in return. 😊
It's nice to meet you - I don't think we've met, because I'd remember a pair of eyes vying for my Captain.
I kid, of course. There's nothing for you to ask me, however. I don't own Koby, I don't control him. I love him. That much you should know. And you should know that if you do anything to harm him then you will be met with a wrath larger than even the sea on a stormy turn.
But if Koby wants to be with you and you want to be with Koby, it's up for him to decide. If you feel so inclined, you could even join our bed on occasion - maybe that's what I should have requested in return. 😊
[ hard tim says and the air leaves his chest. it's good - tim begging, tim wanting him, and all he wants in turn is to relieve the pretty man he has pressed into the door, the pretty man who needs him. the pretty man he wants nothing more than to keep safe from anyone who may make ill use of these moments.
and tim asks so he cannot deny him - instead he buries his face in against tim's neck, sucking a purpling mark into the crook there. it's a distraction, though, especially with tim's sticky underwear hitting the floor between their feet. it means that the next thrust of his hips is a messy slide between the meat of tim's ass, the leaking, flared head of his own cock catching on his hole and sliding past. ]
Hard? Is that right, sweets?
[ he licks a lewd line along tim's neck, mouth moving to his nape, his shoulder blade. ]
You don't want me to get you nice and ready for me? [ he reaches for tim's front again, ignoring the aching line of his dick but instead reaching under and cupping his sac, giving an appreciative squeeze. another roll of his hips, this time getting himself in position, applying the barest hint of pressure against that fluttering ring of muscle. ]
and tim asks so he cannot deny him - instead he buries his face in against tim's neck, sucking a purpling mark into the crook there. it's a distraction, though, especially with tim's sticky underwear hitting the floor between their feet. it means that the next thrust of his hips is a messy slide between the meat of tim's ass, the leaking, flared head of his own cock catching on his hole and sliding past. ]
Hard? Is that right, sweets?
[ he licks a lewd line along tim's neck, mouth moving to his nape, his shoulder blade. ]
You don't want me to get you nice and ready for me? [ he reaches for tim's front again, ignoring the aching line of his dick but instead reaching under and cupping his sac, giving an appreciative squeeze. another roll of his hips, this time getting himself in position, applying the barest hint of pressure against that fluttering ring of muscle. ]
Do I? I am afraid I am a few hundred years out of date, but it is the manner in which I am used to communicating.
We've not, no. I have seen you but had unfortunately no opportunity to introduce myself. Which is a pity, as I was told you are a seafaring man, sir. I've the greatest respect for sailors.
I did not mean to imply Koby is not master of his own decisions, merely that I would hate to enter into a courtship without the consent of his true love. I would feel very strange about it.
I cannot promise that I will never hurt Koby accidentally, but I can promise I would never deliberately do so in any way. If that should happen, I will naturally expect swift retribution.
That is extremely flattering of you, sir, but I cannot imagine I would be a particularly worthy addition. To be perfectly honest I've no idea what Koby finds intriguing about me at all.
We've not, no. I have seen you but had unfortunately no opportunity to introduce myself. Which is a pity, as I was told you are a seafaring man, sir. I've the greatest respect for sailors.
I did not mean to imply Koby is not master of his own decisions, merely that I would hate to enter into a courtship without the consent of his true love. I would feel very strange about it.
I cannot promise that I will never hurt Koby accidentally, but I can promise I would never deliberately do so in any way. If that should happen, I will naturally expect swift retribution.
That is extremely flattering of you, sir, but I cannot imagine I would be a particularly worthy addition. To be perfectly honest I've no idea what Koby finds intriguing about me at all.
[ Tim can feel him sliding between the muscle, teasing him. The brush of his cock against his hole frustrates more than it satisfies, an impatient grunt rumbles from low in his belly, and he juts his ass out to meet it, to take it the way he wants to. Needs to. Tim's back arches, making himself as appealing as possible because if he doesn't feel Quentin inside him in the next ten seconds, he might just pass out.
Bracing himself against the door with one hand, he spits into the other, and reaches behind him to smear it against his hole. It's a haphazard job, just so Quentin doesn't have any excuse not to fuck him. ]
I'm good.
[ Pressing his balls into his hand, and his ass back into him. He's good. ]
Bracing himself against the door with one hand, he spits into the other, and reaches behind him to smear it against his hole. It's a haphazard job, just so Quentin doesn't have any excuse not to fuck him. ]
I'm good.
[ Pressing his balls into his hand, and his ass back into him. He's good. ]
I've spent my whole life on a ship. Are you a sailor yourself? I happened to be a navigator for my ship.
If Koby likes you it says a lot - you must have a good heart under all the fancy words. I was never keen on writing letters. Too busy making maps.
Promise to do right by him as well as you can and I think that's something any honest man can ask for. But you would make a fine addition if Koby thinks so - our bed's quite comfortable. Well, unless he steals the covers - he does this often.
If Koby likes you it says a lot - you must have a good heart under all the fancy words. I was never keen on writing letters. Too busy making maps.
Promise to do right by him as well as you can and I think that's something any honest man can ask for. But you would make a fine addition if Koby thinks so - our bed's quite comfortable. Well, unless he steals the covers - he does this often.
[ seeing tim so desperate and furious for him does something to the temperature of quentin's blood. he laughs, low and appreciative at the lewd way tim readies himself. he gives another appreciative squeeze of his balls and then begins to slowly roll his hips forward. he won't give him the punishing, harried fuck he's promised yet - instead he goes slow, slow, slow. he watches every inch of him sink into tim, hand sliding from deep between his thighs to carefully pet over the hard line of tim's dick. ]
So good.
[ he leans forward, mouth against tim's nape. ]
This what you wanted? [ and he bottoms out suddenly, deeply, letting his hips press flush and hard against tim's ass. ]
So good.
[ he leans forward, mouth against tim's nape. ]
This what you wanted? [ and he bottoms out suddenly, deeply, letting his hips press flush and hard against tim's ass. ]
Nothing so adventurous, I'm afraid. Merely a ship's surgeon. I sailed aboard the Erebus, for the Discovery Service.
A navigator! Oh that is most impressive. I was fortunate enough to have longitudinal calculation via lunar distance explained to me. Terribly fascinating stuff! Such incredible complexity.
That I can and do promise. As to the latter, I am not confident I would be to your taste, sir. But I am very, very flattered all the same.
A navigator! Oh that is most impressive. I was fortunate enough to have longitudinal calculation via lunar distance explained to me. Terribly fascinating stuff! Such incredible complexity.
That I can and do promise. As to the latter, I am not confident I would be to your taste, sir. But I am very, very flattered all the same.
Merely. A ship's surgeon is the lifeline of the crew. I have a few scars of my own that were patched up by a good, steady hand. Don't underestimate yourself. Every man on that deck is as important as the captain.
Or so my Captain said.
[ his father, for one. koby, for another. two captains that take up so much space in his heart. ]
You'd be surprised what sailors enjoy, actually. I wouldn't be so quick to think anyone isn't my taste, good sir. There are many longitudinal calculations to be made, after all.
Or so my Captain said.
[ his father, for one. koby, for another. two captains that take up so much space in his heart. ]
You'd be surprised what sailors enjoy, actually. I wouldn't be so quick to think anyone isn't my taste, good sir. There are many longitudinal calculations to be made, after all.
I always tried my best to live up to that responsibility.
One never does forget their Captain's words. I rather think they have a way of burning into your heart.
Perhaps. But I have met Koby, and Mr. Laughlin. If those are indicators of your most excellent taste, then you would be quite disappointed. I am 37 years of age, short in stature, hirsute, and of nervous temperament.
One never does forget their Captain's words. I rather think they have a way of burning into your heart.
Perhaps. But I have met Koby, and Mr. Laughlin. If those are indicators of your most excellent taste, then you would be quite disappointed. I am 37 years of age, short in stature, hirsute, and of nervous temperament.
Burning into your heart. I like that. My father was the Captain on my ship. He has very much stayed burned into my heart.
I would go to war for Koby and Tim. You’ll feel the same in time. But bold of you to think that I only have one desire, one interest. I’ve sailed to many ports, of course. And I have sampled many that each port has to offer. Most are dear friends now.
But if you insist, it will be quite entertaining to prove you wrong. I enjoy a challenge - one that’s stubbornly won.
I would go to war for Koby and Tim. You’ll feel the same in time. But bold of you to think that I only have one desire, one interest. I’ve sailed to many ports, of course. And I have sampled many that each port has to offer. Most are dear friends now.
But if you insist, it will be quite entertaining to prove you wrong. I enjoy a challenge - one that’s stubbornly won.
Your father, yet! That is most extraordinary. I can only imagine the unique challenges that would present, but I feel the rewards must have been extraordinary.
In no time at all, really. Mr. Laughlin has become very, very dear to me over these past weeks.
I cannot say it will be worth the trouble, but I admit to some stubbornness.
In no time at all, really. Mr. Laughlin has become very, very dear to me over these past weeks.
I cannot say it will be worth the trouble, but I admit to some stubbornness.
Hardly any challenges at all. He was a kind man and ran his ship like it was our family home.
Tim reminds me of home sometimes. Reminds me that the earth is still under my feet when I feel like I'm lost at sea. Koby reminds me that he waves won't swallow me up and everywhere I look, he's the north star waiting for me. Hold them close.
But for all that they're both stubborn enough that one has to get very creative when they pout their lips and dig their heels in. So I think I'd be more than a match against your stubbornness.
Tim reminds me of home sometimes. Reminds me that the earth is still under my feet when I feel like I'm lost at sea. Koby reminds me that he waves won't swallow me up and everywhere I look, he's the north star waiting for me. Hold them close.
But for all that they're both stubborn enough that one has to get very creative when they pout their lips and dig their heels in. So I think I'd be more than a match against your stubbornness.
I admit I cannot begin to imagine. But it sounds ever so delightful. Your father sounds like a remarkable man. Are you an only child, sir?
You understand, then. How it feels to have someone so integral to your world that you can scarcely remember how it feels to have not known their light.
Ah, but they are young yet. I've several years experience in heel digging.
You understand, then. How it feels to have someone so integral to your world that you can scarcely remember how it feels to have not known their light.
Ah, but they are young yet. I've several years experience in heel digging.
My father adopted me.
[ it's easier than telling the story as it really is. ]
Your stubbornness has you right about one thing, yes. I do not know what life would look like without either of them.
And in spite of that, I enjoy a challenge. Dig your heels in and see how hard I can pull, won't you?
[ it's easier than telling the story as it really is. ]
Your stubbornness has you right about one thing, yes. I do not know what life would look like without either of them.
And in spite of that, I enjoy a challenge. Dig your heels in and see how hard I can pull, won't you?
I hope they do, too.
[ it's easier than to think about his father - to dive into that choice of love and all it brought with it. that his father took him in and his father's wife left him for his choice to command his ship with nothing but a street whelp under his arm and come home when he could. ]
Canny? I'd like to think so. Pulling is only a means of distraction. Catch your attention, keep you distracted. That or I could just keep pulling - there are many who like that, too. Tell me, should I coax you with sweets and apples, or shall I pull the leads until you kick back? Both are very appealing, you know.
[ it's easier than to think about his father - to dive into that choice of love and all it brought with it. that his father took him in and his father's wife left him for his choice to command his ship with nothing but a street whelp under his arm and come home when he could. ]
Canny? I'd like to think so. Pulling is only a means of distraction. Catch your attention, keep you distracted. That or I could just keep pulling - there are many who like that, too. Tell me, should I coax you with sweets and apples, or shall I pull the leads until you kick back? Both are very appealing, you know.
If you're not interested in telling me, then you could show me. Or should I try and figure it out on my own? I'm quite good with my hands, sir, so be careful what you wish for.
I won't pull too hard, then. Only as hard as you'd like to pull me. I can be quite stubborn, too.
[ pot, kettle, etc. ]
I won't pull too hard, then. Only as hard as you'd like to pull me. I can be quite stubborn, too.
[ pot, kettle, etc. ]
I suppose we would discover many things, wouldn't we? But you're right - a surgeon's expert hands probably hold nothing to mine. I've only pulled ropes and climbed ladders. More rudimentary, but more tricksy!
But I'd imagine you know exactly where to pull to bring a man to his knees, don't you?
But I'd imagine you know exactly where to pull to bring a man to his knees, don't you?
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