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Izzy awoke with the hardest erection he’d had in - God, he didn’t even know how long. The details of the dream were fading, but he remembered enough to know what he wanted.
It was still dark out. He barely took a minute to pull on some clothes before nearly stumbling out the door.
The room the co-captains had assigned to the scribe was next door to his own. He pounded his fist against the door, as urgently as he could without waking anyone else aboard. The door swung inward, revealing Lucius’ bewildered face. “What-”
“Fuck me.” He sounded as desperate as he felt. “Please.”
Lucius’ eyebrows rose, a hint of a smile twitching his lips as his eyes roved down Izzy’s figure, but he didn’t open the door any further. “Far be it from me to refuse, but you look like you barely rolled out of bed. You’re not a sleepwalker, are you? Sure you’re not gonna wake up halfway through and murder me?”
“I’m awake,” Izzy insisted. “I want this.”
Lucius’ smile grew wider, and now he pushed the door open, fisting his hand in Izzy’s shirt and towing him inside, kicking the door shut behind them. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you,” he murmured. Then he was shoving Izzy up against the wall, kissing him fiercely, their bodies pressed together so that Izzy could feel the other man’s erection. Barely able to stop himself, he reached down, smoothing his hand against it, feeling as much as hearing Lucius’ small groan.
“You are eager,” Lucius murmured, in the breaths between kisses. “What brought this on so suddenly, then?”
Why was the man wasting time talking? “Had a dream.” Izzy went back in. Lucius was intoxicating, just like in his dream - his lips, the press of their bodies against each other, fitting perfectly somehow despite the difference in height, all of it. God, why had he never done this before? All the times they’d been so close, all the times he’d thought about it - he knew why, distantly, knew what had stopped him, what always stopped him, the fear and anxiety and insecurity and everything else - but for once he didn’t care, and it felt amazing .
He couldn’t see Lucius’ smirk, but he could hear it, and feel it. “Did you, now? And what happened in this dream?”
“We fucked. You-” more kissing “-helped me relax. More. Like this.”
“Just from fucking, really? Mind you, I always did think you needed it.”
“Stuff you said, too.”
“Hm.” Now Lucius pulled away a little more fully, eyeing him. “And if I could do something like that, how far would you want me to go?”
“Far as you like.” Izzy leaned in to kiss him again.
Lucius put a finger against his lips, stopping him for just a moment. “And is this for now, or for good?”
He knew where this was going. He didn’t care - no, he did, he wanted this. Wanted less of the constant worries, less of the tightness in his chest, more - more of this , more like what he’d dreamed about. If that could be real - “For good.”
Lucius smiled, and removed his hand. Izzy surged forward, kissing him again, his breath hitching as he felt Lucius’ hand slip into his trousers. He reached down, fumbling with the ties - why had he even bothered with them in the first place? - and pulled his pants partway down, then reached for Lucius’.
Lucius caught his wrists, and everything stilled. “You said you want to relax,” he pointed out. “Slow down a minute, yeah? Let me take control.”
Izzy’s breath hissed out in a long sigh as his shoulders slumped. He nodded, feeling like something in his brain was starting to unwind, something zeroing in on the feeling of Lucius’ hands on his wrists, holding him still.
Lucius was in control. Not Izzy. That - that was good.
The younger man was watching him, eyes searching his face. From the way his lips twitched again, he saw what he was looking for. “Good,” he murmured. With his grip on Izzy’s wrists still firm but gentle, he steered him around, backing him up as his undone pants slid lower on his legs, until the back of his knees hit Lucius’ bed. “Sit.”
Izzy sat, his pants now pooling around his ankles.
“And we’re just going to leave those there for a moment,” Lucius said firmly, laying Izzy’s hands down on the bed to either side of him. They stayed there, limp, and it was almost easy to believe that they weren’t even really his. They were part of his body, of course, but maybe - at least right now - they were Lucius’. Lucius’ to do with as he pleased, to leave where he liked. A part of Izzy’s mind felt as though if he tried to move them, he’d fail.
The idea made his cock twitch.
But he didn’t try. His job was to listen, and obey, and relax.
That feeling of something unwinding, uncoiling in his head, continued. Something like it was spreading through his chest, into his arms as they lay there limply. The worries and anxieties that usually coursed through him, already shoved aside somewhat by desperate want , were drifting further away, less and less relevant as Lucius took control.
Lucius was pulling his own pants down the rest of the way, and Izzy’s eyes fell to the erection which nearly matched his own.
God, he wanted it inside him so badly. But his job right now was just to wait, and that - that was good, too.
Lucius grabbed a jar of oil from a drawer, setting it on the bed beside Izzy. Then he pulled his pillow off the bed, putting it on the floor. “Knees on there. Bend over,” he ordered. Izzy obeyed immediately, sliding off the bed and turning to bend over the mattress. Once his stomach was flat against the bed and his cheek pressed into the covers, Lucius grabbed his wrists again, crossing them on the sheets above his head, holding them there for just a moment before he let go. The message was clear - Izzy wasn’t to move them.
That odd something inside him uncoiled just a little more.
“Let’s go ahead and close those, too,” Lucius said. “You’re just going to be focusing on me right now. Especially my voice.” His fingers rested lightly on Izzy’s brows - as his touch trailed lower, feather-light, Izzy let his eyes drift shut. “Good,” Lucius murmured, his fingers ghosting over Izzy’s eyelids, running just a little lower down Izzy’s cheeks before pulling away. There were hands on his arms a moment later - not restraining, now, just running over his biceps. “You have a marvelous body, you know. It’s hard not to imagine just - keeping you here, like this, for me to use whenever I want.” His hands went lower, now, squeezing Izzy’s shoulders before continuing over his back. “I’m sure you’d get sore stuck in this position, of course, but I could get you back in bed, maybe tie you up just a little. Just keep you here, nice and relaxed like this, waiting for me.”
“Please.” Izzy couldn’t stop the word from slipping out, quiet and pleading. Couldn’t? No. Didn’t want to.
“Mm, you like that idea too?” Lucius murmured. One hand was slipping around to Izzy’s front, now, running down the part of Izzy’s stomach not flat against the bed. “What if it wasn’t just me, then? I can hardly be here that often, much as I’d like to, and you seem like you’d want quite a bit of attention. What if this was just your new role? The ship’s sex toy. Whenever anyone wanted you, you’d be here, a nice and ready hole,” his hips pressed up against Izzy’s backside, the press of his erection making his point clear, “or cock,” his hand reached Izzy’s dick and wrapped around it, one finger finding the precome already leaking from the tip, “or mouth.” Two fingers of his other hand touched Izzy’s bottom lip, and Izzy opened his mouth obediently. “I think you’d be quite good at it.”
Izzy eagerly sucked at Lucius’ fingers as they slipped into his mouth, moaning a little as he laved the skin and wax-treated wood with his tongue.
“Yes,” he gasped, when Lucius had pulled his hand away again. The idea of staying like this - having more of this, just like his dream- “God, yes.”
“Hm, didn’t say I was asking , but good to know you agree.” There was a teasing note in Lucius’ voice - whether because he expected Izzy to know he was joking, or because he was amused by the idea that Izzy had a choice in the matter, Izzy’s mind was already far too fogged to figure out.
Izzy could hear the jar open, then thud gently against the wooden floor. A moment later, slick fingers ran down his crack, then circled his hole. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” Lucius murmured. “I’m going to start getting you ready. And I’m going to keep talking, and you’re going to listen to every word, alright? But every time I push into you - fingers, cock, doesn’t matter - it’s going to push everything else right out of your head. Alright?”
Izzy nodded against the sheets, hoping Lucius didn’t need him to keep answering in words - or to actually remember anything he said, for that matter, when it felt like everything in him was focused on the fingers on his ass. Surely he didn’t need him to remember everything, at least, he-
And then a finger pushed in, and his thoughts flew away - and as they started collecting again, Lucius pulled out and went in once more, and again his thoughts were gone, and he groaned quietly - happily? Maybe, it felt so good -
push
He wouldn’t have thought it would really interrupt everything in his brain like this, but-
push
He wasn’t going to get a chance to get a full thought together, was he, and-
push
Lucius was still talking, his words running through Izzy’s ears-
push
There were two fingers now, fuck, he wanted more-
push
-like he was drifting in his own mind, sinking deeper and deeper and-
push
Lucius was still talking, telling him how good he was, how empty-
push
How horny, fuck, of course he was horny, he-
push
Wanted more, wanted so much more, it wasn’t a thought it was deeper than that, it was a need , he-
push
Wanted any of it, all of it, whatever Lucius would give him, whatever anyone would give him-
push
Three fingers, yes, more, please, where was Lucius’ cock? He could take it, he was ready-
push
He wanted it, wanted-
push
So good, so-
push
And then his ass was empty for a moment, but he definitely heard the word ‘cock’, fuck, yes, please-
push
There it was-
push
push
push
push
There weren’t thoughts anymore, just bone-deep pleasure, and craving, and the sound of that voice which was still speaking, words still running through his thoroughly-fucked brain, the voice speaking now strained with their own pleasure as they kept thrusting, in and out and in and out and he’d lost all sense of past and future, there was just now, just getting fucked, just feeling so fucking good-
The other voice was crying out, filling him up, the last thrusts hard and erratic and desperate - but his cock still ached, he still-
Before a thought had a chance to form, there was a slick hand around Izzy’s cock, stroking him, and the voice was speaking again, and he-
He-
Izzy came with a cry, his voice rasping and wordless, because there were no words. He slumped, limp and boneless, held up entirely by the mattress and the wooden planks and the man behind him, and then he was spiraling further down, down, down…
Into sleep.
Izzy awoke with the hardest erection he’d had in - God, he didn’t even know how long. The details of the dream were fading, but he remembered enough to know what he wanted.