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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,443
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0
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Currently Reading:
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Incubus
Incubus
The bed was extremely uncomfortable but Barbossa was too tired to care, his eyes slipping shut almost as soon as his head hit the lumpy pillow.
It had been a long day and, as this would probably be his last chance to get some rest for a while, the pirate wasn't overally pleased when he was roused from within his warm cocoon by the invasion of a hand, bitterly cold against the bare skin of his leg.
He didn't move, only opened his eyes and squinted into the darkness of the cabin as the intruder slipped silently into the bed and the curious hand trailed languidly up to the junction between his thighs. Barbossa froze, his eyes wide as he heard the sharp intake of breath from behind and felt a sudden hardness digging insistently into the small of his back, whilst the visitor's icy fingers curled around his flaccid penis.
Barbossa groaned and tried to pull away but the cunning fingers held him fast as they continued to pluck at his stiffening organ and the answering hardness behind began to thump desperately into his back, refusing to be ignored.
It was all over too quickly, Barbossa arching against his unknown bedmate and ejaculating furiously into the strange hand, before slumping back into the pillows, exhausted. Almost immediately there followed a sudden squirt of hot sticiness against his bare skin as his ravisher finished, stifling a moan as he pressed his burning lips to the nape of Barbossa's neck.
Barbossa opened his eyes in weary exasperation, his voice laden with mild disdain, "Did ye have to do that?"
The reply was slightly muffled, coming from beneath the thin covers, "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it!"
"Not that ye fool...I mean," Barbossa paused delicately, searching for the right words, "I mean...did ye have to make a friggin' mess of me?" There was no answer, only the creak of the bedsprings as his companion shuffled deeper into the blankets.
"Now what're ye-oh God!"
Barbossa bucked violently as the voice came again, distorted for now entirely different reasons.
"Stop yer bloody whingin' or I'll bite it off!"
Barbossa rolled his eyes, partly in derision and partly in desire, and grinned in the darkness as he reached down to plunge his hands into his lover's wild, black hair.
"Oh Ja-ack..."
The bed was extremely uncomfortable but Barbossa was too tired to care, his eyes slipping shut almost as soon as his head hit the lumpy pillow.
It had been a long day and, as this would probably be his last chance to get some rest for a while, the pirate wasn't overally pleased when he was roused from within his warm cocoon by the invasion of a hand, bitterly cold against the bare skin of his leg.
He didn't move, only opened his eyes and squinted into the darkness of the cabin as the intruder slipped silently into the bed and the curious hand trailed languidly up to the junction between his thighs. Barbossa froze, his eyes wide as he heard the sharp intake of breath from behind and felt a sudden hardness digging insistently into the small of his back, whilst the visitor's icy fingers curled around his flaccid penis.
Barbossa groaned and tried to pull away but the cunning fingers held him fast as they continued to pluck at his stiffening organ and the answering hardness behind began to thump desperately into his back, refusing to be ignored.
It was all over too quickly, Barbossa arching against his unknown bedmate and ejaculating furiously into the strange hand, before slumping back into the pillows, exhausted. Almost immediately there followed a sudden squirt of hot sticiness against his bare skin as his ravisher finished, stifling a moan as he pressed his burning lips to the nape of Barbossa's neck.
Barbossa opened his eyes in weary exasperation, his voice laden with mild disdain, "Did ye have to do that?"
The reply was slightly muffled, coming from beneath the thin covers, "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it!"
"Not that ye fool...I mean," Barbossa paused delicately, searching for the right words, "I mean...did ye have to make a friggin' mess of me?" There was no answer, only the creak of the bedsprings as his companion shuffled deeper into the blankets.
"Now what're ye-oh God!"
Barbossa bucked violently as the voice came again, distorted for now entirely different reasons.
"Stop yer bloody whingin' or I'll bite it off!"
Barbossa rolled his eyes, partly in derision and partly in desire, and grinned in the darkness as he reached down to plunge his hands into his lover's wild, black hair.
"Oh Ja-ack..."