Intimacy: Pirates of the Caribbean
Title: Intimacy is Passion-fruit Purple
Author: Evilremmy
Rating: R
Theme: Intimacy
Pairing: Jack Sparrow/James Norrington, Pirates of the Caribbean
Author's Notes: Hope you like it. A little bd. Sorry it's late.
Intimacy is Passion-fruit Purple
His lips taste of passion fruit and mango; purples and oranges that sparkle on the backs of his eyelids, held closed against the abrasive touch of the blindfold. The dull taste of gold lingered on his tongue as he explored his dominant lover’s mouth.
A moan drawn from his own throat, sucked in with one long breath, then breathed back down into his lungs. Underneath the fruit was spice and rum; Jack’s own flavor. The captain drew back again, lifted the passion fruit up to replace them and gently squeezed the fruit, dripping seeds and juice down into his lover’s open mouth, running free over his lips and chin. Jack descends again, cleaning him up with his long tongue.
Soft fingertips - like sticky kisses - dance down over his chest leaving their phantom traces behind them. They send electric white flashes along the backs of his eyelids. He can see every touch in his mind spiraling away like the mirrored stars inside a kaleidoscope.
In his head, every breath is like a hurricane. Everything is so powerful a sense now, with his eyes firmly closed; sight impaired. Jack strokes through his hair with sticky, sweet smelling fingers, and James leans back on the bed, welcoming Jack - as though he can resist when his hands are both tightly bound to the headboard.
The powerful, dangerous Commodore submits. Tomorrow, he will take his own turn. Their time is running out. Soon James will have to go back - back to his starched breeches and brocade, his desk and the strong brown earth.
Author: Evilremmy
Rating: R
Theme: Intimacy
Pairing: Jack Sparrow/James Norrington, Pirates of the Caribbean
Author's Notes: Hope you like it. A little bd. Sorry it's late.
Intimacy is Passion-fruit Purple
His lips taste of passion fruit and mango; purples and oranges that sparkle on the backs of his eyelids, held closed against the abrasive touch of the blindfold. The dull taste of gold lingered on his tongue as he explored his dominant lover’s mouth.
A moan drawn from his own throat, sucked in with one long breath, then breathed back down into his lungs. Underneath the fruit was spice and rum; Jack’s own flavor. The captain drew back again, lifted the passion fruit up to replace them and gently squeezed the fruit, dripping seeds and juice down into his lover’s open mouth, running free over his lips and chin. Jack descends again, cleaning him up with his long tongue.
Soft fingertips - like sticky kisses - dance down over his chest leaving their phantom traces behind them. They send electric white flashes along the backs of his eyelids. He can see every touch in his mind spiraling away like the mirrored stars inside a kaleidoscope.
In his head, every breath is like a hurricane. Everything is so powerful a sense now, with his eyes firmly closed; sight impaired. Jack strokes through his hair with sticky, sweet smelling fingers, and James leans back on the bed, welcoming Jack - as though he can resist when his hands are both tightly bound to the headboard.
The powerful, dangerous Commodore submits. Tomorrow, he will take his own turn. Their time is running out. Soon James will have to go back - back to his starched breeches and brocade, his desk and the strong brown earth.