Through the bond, Llewellyn radiated satisfaction.
"Take your clothes off," I told him.
"Aye, captain, the lad's got a request!"
"Brave, asking the captain for things in that position!"
"Lad's at his mercy and he's still asking for more!"
Llewellyn's satisfaction was suddenly tinged with amusement.
"Mmh," Llewellyn said. "What if I don't want to?"
What?
"I don't need to be fully undressed for this," Llewellyn said, fingers pressing in again. Fuck. "Besides, I quite like that you're the only one unclothed."
The pirates were having the time of their lives.
"Did ye hear that?! Captain said not a chance!"
"Ayee! Captain likes him bare and at his mercy!"
"No doubt about who's in charge here!"
I swallowed.
Llewellyn's fingers slid out and I made an undignified noise at the loss.
Then his hands moved to my hips and he dropped to his knees.
Oh.
I felt him hoist my leg over his shoulder. I grabbed at the rope above my head, bracing for the familiar wet and warm sensation—
And then his mouth was somewhere I hadn't expected at all.
My whole body jolted.
"What—" I choked out. "Llewellyn—"
We'd never done this before! And what about those vials he'd just used?! Was it alright for him to put his mouth right at—
Llewellyn's tongue slid in and I moaned, shuddering.
"Oho! Cap'n's thorough!"
"Lad thought he knew what was coming and he didn't!"
"Look at 'is hands on that rope!"
"Someone chuck me overboard, I won't be survivin' this heat!"
Exactly. I couldn't even—
Fuck.
Even though I couldn't see, the sound of the waves, and the music floating through from one of the other ships, and the cheering of the pirates, were making it more difficult to keep my head.
"He's got nowhere to go, and the captain's takin' his sweet time!"
"Look at 'im, boxed in proper!"
"Aye, captain's in for the long haul!"
I was shuddering so hard the rope was the only thing keeping me upright now.
"Llewellyn," I managed, which came out completely wrecked. "Llewellyn, I swear to—"
Llewellyn shifted, his tongue going deeper, and I made a noise so lewd the pirates called for more grog.
"You should come up here," I managed through the bond. "And fuck me properly."
Llewellyn closed a hand around me. "Not yet," he said.
Fuck.
I was going to come. If he didn't stop right this—
As soon as I was right on edge, Llewellyn pulled back and stopped completely, standing up.
No! Wha—?
Wait... He must have sensed that, right?! Was this how he was going to use the bond??? Did he plan to keep edging me?!
Through the bond, Llewellyn felt smug, which unfortunately… seemed to be a turn-on for me. I almost tipped over right there.
Before I could say anything, Llewellyn moved closer and pressed me against the mast, gently biting down on my neck.
"You're so keyed up," he said against my skin.
Fuck. You try not to be after all that!
I arched into him desperately, trying to grind against him and come, but Llewellyn had apparently figured out my intentions and just stepped to the side, chuckling against my throat.
I moaned.
"Cap'n has him at his mercy!"
"Lad's going to come untouched if the captain doesn't hurry up!"
"Ruin him good, captain! Make him beg for more!"
Llewellyn waited until my breathing started to even out, then he dropped back to his knees.
"Llewellyn—" I groaned, yanking at the rope.
This wasn't enough! I needed him to hurry up!
Llewellyn's tongue pushed inside me again and I was back on the edge in seconds.
I couldn't see anything but I could feel my hands shaking on the rope, my leg over his shoulder, and he just kept going, and going, and—
He pulled back.
"LLEWELLYN—"
Llewellyn didn't even stand up this time. He waited a few moments until I was fractionally calmer, just nuzzling against my skin, then he took me in his mouth, and slid his fingers in, sucking hard.
Fuck.
My whole body jolted.
Llewellyn kept going. Before I could come, however, he let me go, taking his fingers out, and let his tongue slide down, just circling around the opening again.
I was losing my mind.
I thrashed against the ropes, trying to angle myself, but Llewellyn's grip just got tighter.
"Behave," he said.
Fuck, fuck.
"Poor lad can't take much more!" a pirate said cheerfully.
"Bet he's loving every second of it!"
"He's been patient long enough! Fuck 'im proper, captain!"
Llewellyn's lips ticked up. He took me in his mouth again, his fingers skimming around my hole.
I was losing it. I was really losing it. I was really one second away from—
Llewellyn pulled back entirely. A second later, I heard him stand up and... walk away.
Fuck, fuck! No! What? Where was he going?!
Through the bond, I could feel enjoyment and... anticipation? Wait… What was he planning?!
When he came back, something cold slid against my stomach, then my erection.
I jolted. What—?
A moment later, the same feeling was at my lips before Llewellyn slid something into my open mouth, as if to fuck my mouth with it, and I realized it was a… bottle.
Oh. Oh, fuck.
"Looks like you like where this is going," Llewellyn said, amused.
Was he really going to—
In front of the—
"You liked it last time, right?" Llewellyn said, rotating the neck of the bottle inside my mouth. "Wet it properly."
I moaned.
Llewellyn slid the bottle out of my mouth, over my nipples, then over my stomach, then lower and lower—
The pirates seemed to have figured out what was about to happen and they were losing their minds.
"That's what he wanted the bottle for!"
"Sweet mercy! I need a cold swim after this!"
"I haven't seen the likes of this in twenty years at sea!"
Llewellyn lifted my leg again and a moment later…
I bumped my head back, shuddering.
The pirates cheered.
Llewellyn pulled the bottle out, then slid it back in again.
I groaned loudly.
"Getting desperate?" Llewellyn asked, licking at my jaw.
…How was he so good at this!
"Just let me—"
"Not yet," Llewellyn said, closing his fingers around my tied wrists and leaning close to speak right against my parted lips. The bottle slid into me again. "I want your mouth first."
"…"
It really was unfair how good he was at this. Even though I was the one benefiting right now.
I leaned in blindly, biting down on his lower lip and gasped when he started moving the bottle again. "If you want it," I panted, "shouldn't you just take it?"
Through the bond, I could feel Llewellyn lose control slightly before he captured my mouth in a kiss.
"You're right," he said, before taking the bottle out.
A second later, he was untying my wrists, thigh firmly lodged between my legs as he reached up to undo the knot. I shuddered and dragged my lips against his jaw, trying to find his lips again.
When I was finally free, Llewellyn yanked me into a kiss before pushing me down on my knees.