Two if by sea (closed to Jack, nsfw)

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((ooc: picks up from here))

The closer Jack got, the easier it was for Charles to pull at his clothes with a kind of urgency he hadn't felt in a very long time. The coat, the button-down shirt, all of it needed to go. Charles needed to feel Jack's skin.

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Coat, shirt, and undershirt on a pile on the deck, Jack moved in to get to work on his lover's shirt with zeal. His pants were already feeling much too tight.

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His body - Charles never tired of it.

When his shirt was gone (only one layer, thank you), he raked dull fingertips down Jack's chest, desire making his own trousers tight as well.

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What was wrong with layers?! They added to the sexual tension. Meow!

Jack's smile was knowing and a bit smug as he got closer, moving to kneel in front of him, much of him now out of reach, hands teasingly running up Charles' thighs and pulling down the zipper of his fly.

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It left Charles nothing to do but grip the arms of his chair, eyes dark on his lover. Gorgeous.

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Waggling his eyebrows, Jack tugged down his pants roughly, tossing them aside, but careful not to throw them off the boat. That would have been an interesting trip back home.

Pants off, he made quick work of boxers and his mouth was enveloping his cock.

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"Oh, fuck," Charles gasped (that might have been a word he started using in the time he was away from the village). He couldn't look away from Jack's mouth. It might not have been as sharp a sensation as it might once have been, but the sight and the feel combined to make him light-headed, his cock jerking against Jack's tongue.

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The curse was kind of hot, actually, Jack liked it. He own length twitched as he took Charles deeper, responding to his sounds of approval, focusing on the movements that seemed to elicit the majority of them.

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Freeing his hands from their grip on the arms of his chair, Charles ran his fingers through Jack's hair, feeling him move. It was erotic and beautiful.

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His eyes glanced up as he kept it up, handing moving along with his mouth, smiling slightly as he continued. How he loved this man.

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And how Charles loved him. And his mouth; God. He moaned, head falling back, even though his eyes, slitted, stayed on his lover. It wouldn't be long.

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And Jack knew it, he pressed on, mouth picking up speed, welcoming Charles release. There would be time enough for his own.

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"Fuck, Jack," Charles gasped as he came. The sensation washed over his body, even, he fancied, to his toes. He shuddered hard, his eyes finally closing.

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He swallowed it all, greedily. Then grinning, moved upward to kiss him on the lips, "I love you."

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The taste was obscene and it made Charles groan again. It was only after the kiss broke that he whispered against his lover's mouth. "I love you, too. And that amazing mouth of yours."

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He chuckled, voice dark and husky, "I'm glad to hear it." he kissed him again, moving to shed what was left of his own clothing as he leaned over Charles.

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God, that body, so alive and viral. Charles touched what he could, fingers tracing ridges of muscle, of bone. Soon enough, he could get his hands around Jack's cock, stroking him slowly.