I went down easily.
Llewellyn's hand tightened on the back of my head, guiding it closer. Then… nothing.
I couldn't see anything, but a moment later something brushed my lips, smearing them.
I opened my mouth, but… he didn't push in.
"…"
Fuck.
I licked my lips, trying to lean forward and reach him with my tongue, but he tugged my head back.
The pirates had gone completely feral now.
"Aye, look at him straining!"
"Lad's got his mouth open and the captain's not giving him anything!"
"The captain's enjoying every second!"
Llewellyn dragged himself slowly across my lower lip again, leaking all over it.
Then he pulled back.
I chased it instinctively, but once again his grip pulled me back into place.
Through the bond, I could feel how much he was enjoying this.
"I'm sweating and 'm just watching!"
"Lad's losing his mind and the captain won't let 'im have it!"
"Cap'n's got all the patience in the world and the lad's got none!"
That was true. I was a second away from cursing Llewellyn six ways to Sunday.
Llewellyn chuckled and did it again.
This time, when my tongue darted out, he didn't pull back.
I tried to take him in my mouth but he held me in place, only sliding in very shallowly.
"Oho, look at him try!"
"Lad's got a taste and now he wants the whole thing!"
I was burning up.
"You want it?" Llewellyn asked.
I couldn't help it. I moaned.
Llewellyn's grip tightened and he slid out, tugging my head back until I was out of reach again.
"You haven't answered," he said.
Fucking hell.
"Yes," I said. "Fuck my mouth."
The pirates exploded in cheers.
"Whole crew heard that—no taking it back!"
"Lad's not shy anymore—listen to 'im!"
"Cap'n's taking his time—he's enjoying the view!"
Llewellyn slid in properly this time.
I let him guide my head as he wanted.
"I should have left the bottle inside you," Llewellyn rasped.
A jolt of electricity went through me and I swallowed.
Llewellyn groaned and pushed deeper for a second, holding me in place. My throat convulsed around him and he pushed forward involuntarily for a split second, before he pulled back completely.
No! Fuck. Why?!
I knew I'd told him I didn't like to gag, but… that was nothing.
Where was he going now?!
Llewellyn pulled me up and guided me— Where?
"Bend over," he said in my ear.
Oh. Fuck.
"AYEEE! Captain's bending him over the rail!"
"Best view on the whole ship!"
"Rail 'im proper, cap'n!"
Llewellyn made sure I was positioned properly and… pushed in.
I groaned.
I was more than well prepared now, but with the bond still active, this was—
Llewellyn's hand flew to my hip as he slid in and out, picking up his rhythm, giving me no time to breathe.
I was barely holding on. Sweat dripped down my forehead, caught by the blindfold. The breeze on my heated face felt amazing, but not as much as Llewellyn currently reducing me to a complete mess.
Through the bond, I could feel that he was holding on for dear life too now, but seemed hell-bent on making this last.
The crowd was absolutely losing it.
"Cap'n's not holding back!"
"Lad asked for it and he's getting every bit!"
"Look at him gripping the rail!"
I shuddered.
After a while, Llewellyn slid out and pulled me back from the rail until I was pressed against the mast again. He trapped both my wrists above my head with his palm and slid back in, kissing me hard before moving to mouth at my throat, biting down on it.
I was really one second away—
He had to let me—
"Cap'n changed his mind; lad's back on the mast!"
"Hear 'im every time the captain bites down!"
"Aye, he can mark 'im proper now!"
"You're so turned on," Llewellyn said through the bond. "I'm losing my mind."
I shuddered again.
I could sense he was trying to keep me like this for as long as possible, which... Fuck. No! What did he mean for as long as possible!
I needed to come!
Llewellyn laughed against my skin. He let my wrists go to change the angle, then thrust back in.
I held on for dear life. I didn't care anymore. I really needed to come.
But Llewellyn was not touching me!
I tried to take the matter into my own hands, but Llewellyn was having none of it and trapped my wrists again.
I arched up against the mast, keening.
"Llewellyn," I managed, trying to pull at the grip against my wrists. "Llewellyn, I need to—"
Llewellyn bit down on my throat again.
Fuck, fuck.
"Lad's about to lose his mind!"
"He's keeping him right on the edge and loving it!"
"Cap'n's not done with him yet!"
I could barely hold myself up. Llewellyn's tongue slid into my mouth in what was probably the lewdest kiss to date, his grip on my wrists even tighter now.
"Lad can't tell which way is up anymore!"
"Fuck 'im harder, captain!"
I moaned into the kiss and Llewellyn swallowed it up, until finally—
Llewellyn's hand closed around me.
I gasped and arched up. Llewellyn thrust in harder, the kiss getting more desperate.
I was almost there—
Almost—
Llewellyn's hand worked faster.
"Cap'n's not stopping now!"
"Can't even stand straight anymore—look at 'im!"
"Aye, finish him off!"
I came hard, arching up against the mast.
Llewellyn followed a few seconds later, his forehead dropping against my shoulder, his grip on my wrists finally loosening.
Around us it was absolute chaos, but… we didn't care.
"AYEEEE!"
"That's how ye do it, captain!"
"Best show we've had in years!"
We panted hard against the mast, pressed close, mouths hovering over skin.
As soon as Llewellyn moved back and I could breathe again, I grabbed his shirt and yanked him closer.
"You asshole," I said, panting.
I still couldn't see, but anyway—I didn't want him to move away.
Llewellyn nosed at my jaw, smug, before kissing me, clearly trying not to grin.
"I know for a fact you enjoyed every second of that," he said through the bond.
I mean, he wasn't wrong. But still!
He was going to be unbearable.
"By the way," Llewellyn said in my ear, sounding a bit flustered all of a sudden.
That took me off guard. Huh?
"Happy Valentine's Day."
No. What?!
It was Valentine's Day?!!
Why did he even know that?
Wait a moment... Had he been planning this?! He did say this had been a lot of work, so maybe…
Llewellyn leaned in even closer, to speak in my ear.
"I'd initially intended to ask you to dinner after the auction," he said through the bond instead, his breath still uneven, "before bringing you here. After what happened, I wasn't going to... But then you agreed to bond with me."
Oh. I swallowed.
I wasn't sure I wanted to know what he was getting through the bond right now, but I knew what I was getting from his end.
"Looks like you really liked this," Llewellyn said in my ear, amused, pressing a kiss under my earlobe.
Damn.
"If you get any smugger," I said, "I'm going to have to do something about it."
Llewellyn hummed. "Like what?"
Uh…
"Kiss you to shut you up?"
Llewellyn snorted. "That's not much of a threat."
"I know," I said, pulling him into a kiss anyway. "I've got nothing."
The pirates—who were apparently still listening in—cheered.
My legs were still not fully cooperating and the mast was doing a lot of work keeping me upright, but… we were making out again.
"Are you going to take my blindfold off?" I asked. I was too tired to even move my arms and do that myself.
"What if I say no?" Llewellyn said against my lips.
"…"
Damn, why did that hit me so hard?!
Llewellyn snorted. "I knew you'd like that."
…This was embarrassing.
Still, this had been totally worth it coming back from the dead for. I felt like I had to send Gilded a massive thank you gift, or something.
I made to bump my head back against the mast, but Llewellyn's hand was behind it immediately, blocking the hit.
A second later, I felt the pull of teleportation and instead of the mast, my whole body hit the bed and my head sank into the pillow, Llewellyn's hand still shielding it.
Llewellyn took my blindfold off.