Elisop/Aeseli Summer Week Day 7: Pirates

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The cabin door slammed softly behind him as the first thing on his mind was to aim for the wide bed whose sheets looked like they had just been changed. For the brief moment when his face sank between the freshly washed blankets and a faint smell of seaweed, a few gray strands falling in front of his eyes, he felt like he was in heaven.

Of course, it only lasted a second, but it was a second as precious as a treasure when they were sailing in an area where swirls were as auspicious as roaring waves.

"Tired?" inquired a deep voice.

A low growl sounded like a faint echo from the bed, two gray eyes rising from the depths to land on the figure of a dark-haired man sitting by the desk, a quill in hand and a smile plastered on his face.

"Frazzled."

"That bad?" questioned Eli again.

Aesop, who had been slouching inelegantly just moments ago, suddenly stood up, running a hand through his silver mane to pull some rebellious locks back into place while the tips of his eyebrows were curved so that his irritation had reached the other.

"Do you know how hard it is to work with him?"

"It's not the first time though, you should have gotten used to it."

"Alas! If only this proud fool would stop being so full of himself for even a minute and listen a little to the other suggestions made to him!" He paused for a moment to catch his breath, his cheeks almost red with frustration, "I really don't know why he's the head navigator on this ship." He exhaled in a final sigh.

"You can't deny that he's good at what he does."

"I can give him that but it wouldn't kill him to show some cooperation, teamwork is important as a crew member."

"I never thought I'd hear that coming from the person here who probably hates interacting with others the most." he cackled.

"Whose side are you on?"

Aesop got up from the bed at those words and walked over to the drafting table where Eli was working on a new project to improve life on the ship. The mechanic was the one leading its fabrication and the dark-haired man was there to give the final touches. In spite of all the efforts brought on these blueprints, these only obtained a disdainful glance from the vice-navigator before being pushed to the side to let him occupy the place, like a king on his throne. 

"Make yourself comfortable?" added Eli in a sarcastic tone.

"Is that more important than the complaints of the person who lets you do as you please in bed?"

"I have your consent though." he said, one eyebrow raised.

"For the very first time I tried to get your attention," he leaned forward and grabbed the other by the collar, pulling him sharply toward him to grit their teeth in a rough kiss.

"Aren't you afraid of incurring the wrath of the sea god." he replied, biting his lower lip sensually.

"He is the one at fault if he does not allow me to cover my lover with my overflowing affection." Aesop ran a hand behind Eli's head, gently holding his hair between his fingers to further close the distance between them. "Do you hate it when I take the lead?" he whispered between breaths.

"Not really, it's even refreshing I'd say."

Eli smiled against Aesop's lips, responding to his eagerness by gripping his thigh firmly with his hand and massaging it. 

Their tongues were knotted together under the rising heat of the ship's cabin, exchanging kiss after kiss, the ponytail of the male quickly becoming a mess under the free hand of the brown-haired.

Clothes after clothes, each one came to undress to their convenience.

Aesop wore only a blouse whose buttons were undone, the length of the top being just long enough to cover until the level of his hips, his naked legs hanging on each side of the chair on which the man in front of him was sitting.

Unlike his companion, Eli had only discarded his leather jacket and the bow that closed his shirt had been removed to reveal his collarbones.

"Ah-ahhh..."

Aesop sighed against Eli's ear with his arms wrapped around the man's shoulders.

"Does it feel good?" the dark-haired man huffed.

Aesop nodded as best he could, but the foreign presence of Eli's fingers scissoring inside his hole prevented him from having full control over his body.

"M-more..."

"Deeper?"

Eli suddenly thrust his middle finger against the male's prostate, the latter bending sharply in reflex under the load of intense pleasure brought on by this simple gesture.

"AH-!" yelped Aesop.

"You should try to hold back those screams, darling," Eli interrupted as he pressed a kiss against the other's chest, "Personally, I don't care, but I don't know if you'd appreciate it if the others knew what we were doing right now."

Aesop decided to bite Eli's neck so that he would shut his mouth at the same time as it was a way for him to silence the erotic sounds escaping his lips.

Eli shuddered as he felt Aesop's teeth implant their mark on his skin but he simply laughed at his poor attempt at dominance before withdrawing his fingers from the male's lair.

"I think I've let you wait long enough..."

"Do something instead of talking-..."

Aesop rested his face in the hollow between the dark-haired man's shoulder and neck for the moment his hole was free until a low squeal of surprise escaped his mouth as he felt the head of Eli's erect member penetrate his anus. 

"-h! Mmm...."

Eli grunted against his neck as he felt Aesop's fingernails scratch his flesh as the rest of his cock entered inch after inch of his hole, laying down hickeys on the area from his collarbone to his chin, pausing to meet his lips again when he reached the bottom.

Their bodies being connected in the most intimate possible way, Eli tightened his grip around Aesop's hip, their torsos sticking and their mouths crashing against each other like two flickering flames forming a single blaze.

After this extreme session of groping and making out, Aesop finally began to move his butt up and down Eli's length, his ass slamming against his cotton tights with each back and forth motion.

"Should I lend a hand?" the dark-haired man exhaled with a heavy breath as he sketched a wicked smile.

Eli slipped his two hands on Aesop's asscheeks and pressed on it so that his walls came to squeeze his member between them, increasing the intensity of frictions and bringing even more pleasure to the two men who were already drunk with the smell of the other. 

"Ahh- Eli- This is too much-"

The rate at which Eli was piercing his fences and slamming against his prostate was getting faster than the ashen-eyed one could handle, and tears of lust ran down his face, caught by the dark-haired man's hand as he cupped his cheek and ran his thumb over it to wipe them away, kissing the other side with his lips.

"I'm a sinner for making such a fine face cry," he winced weakly, feeling that he was coming to his limit soon, "I'm coming near..."

"M-Me too-..."

Aesop closed his eyelids as he leaned against Eli's chest, shaking and sweating, but even in this state of debauchery, he managed to slide his hand over his own neglected member, doubling his pleasure.

Eli grunted, his hands still not letting go of Aesop's buttocks. The two men went on like this to reach their climax, the wood of the chair on which they were indulging in the act creaking so loudly that it was almost a miracle that it did not break under the weight of two people. 

 "E-Eli... Ah!"

Aesop's voice rose in pitch as he lifted himself up and then came to sink and engulf Eli's cock again for the last time, a thick white fluid filling the narrow area of his ass, his walls tightening on it with each pulse ejecting more cum.

Eli let out a sigh, his mind still clouded by the smell of sex and his eyes crinkling as he observed the white marks left by Aesop on his shirt as a conclusion to their lovemaking. Luckily, they were both the same color so it wouldn't be too hard to wash off.

"Ready for a second round?" he said with a chuckle.

Aesop didn't answer but the touch of his teeth nibbling on his ear with a faint hum was enough of an answer.