Drabble, Sparrington, NC17-ish
Couldn't resist it, mate. All the fault of webcrowmancer and her very... um... 'inspiring' Sparrington manip *grin*
He doesn’t know what he’s doing, here, right now... doesn’t know anything any more, all of the world focused down into the wet heat of that mouth, those lips, that tongue. Oh god, that tongue, dragging the length of his cock, curling across the sensitive tip, rough then smooth, sweeping down its length again as he’s sucked deeper...
Shouldn’t be here, now, at the mercy of the man he most wants to hang. Or to have, the distinction becoming less and less clear with every movement of the pirate’s mouth against his flesh, every tantalizing touch of that treacherous tongue. Resolve leaching remorselessly from him with every slide of those eager lips, losing the battle against years of duty and upbringing as his body shudders its surrender deep into that willing throat.
And his body thinks he’s in Heaven, while his soul knows he’s bound for Hell.
He doesn’t know what he’s doing, here, right now... doesn’t know anything any more, all of the world focused down into the wet heat of that mouth, those lips, that tongue. Oh god, that tongue, dragging the length of his cock, curling across the sensitive tip, rough then smooth, sweeping down its length again as he’s sucked deeper...
Shouldn’t be here, now, at the mercy of the man he most wants to hang. Or to have, the distinction becoming less and less clear with every movement of the pirate’s mouth against his flesh, every tantalizing touch of that treacherous tongue. Resolve leaching remorselessly from him with every slide of those eager lips, losing the battle against years of duty and upbringing as his body shudders its surrender deep into that willing throat.
And his body thinks he’s in Heaven, while his soul knows he’s bound for Hell.