Peerless Paramours

tw: religious dress, alcohol, nudity, violence, guns, dead body

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Airyn smiled warmly as Ajay leaned into his fingers. Something of pride and approval mixing together. "You belong, Ajay. Everyone can belong you just happen to have far more places you can belong than you might imagine." His voice never reached even his full speaking voice.

He laughed softly, leaning into their connection as he spoke. The hand at his skin made his eyes flutter shut.

Everett chuckled at the idea of any member of his crew reporting back to a frumpy, pompous lord. No matter how much power or influence he could have, pirates answered to no one but their captain. “I wouldn’t worry about Lord Kenbrock’s influence on my crew, even if they paid them a fortune. I picked my men myself; to betray their loyalty to me would be a death sentence for them,” he said matter-of-factly, like a simple statement that was an inherent truth.

The captain hummed as his hands slid down to Eden’s biceps and chest, gently rubbing and massaging at the other’s smooth, pale skin. Feeling a bit daring, the captain let his fingers brush lightly over Eden’s nipples. “Oh, I’m handsome now, am I? You flatter me. If I didn’t know any better, I would wish to keep you on my vessel with me forever, so I could continue to pamper and pleasure you as you deserve,” he whispered softly. Everett leaned in close, letting his soft breath ghost along the younger man’s shoulder blades.

“I believe the gods placed a beautiful angel on my ship. It would be a disgrace if I did not properly worship and serve him, as he deserves.”

Eden was determined to believe in Carlton's ability to weasel his influence into anything but the way the captain spoke, the unwavering trust in his men to not bend to even his family fortune was assuring. Sure, they were pirates, the only people Carlton could think to send him off with across the sea, but even these 'pirates' had more of a spine than the pretender lord.

The hands now at his chest, his nipples, Eden was melting into the man behind him, eyes fluttering closed. "I am not the first to tell you as much, I'm sure." He attempted in recovery. The breath at his shoulder blades brought out a shivering hum.

"If that is your belief...who...who am I to stand in the way of divine providence?" An invitation, as much of one as his propriety could allow.

Percival's eyes narrowed as he turned to look up into those eyes. "I'm starting to worry you like me 'immobile' more than you imagine my betrothed to like it."

eoghan was paying attention, he really was, but as solin explained how his enchantment worked it was as if the man started speaking in another language altogether. especially once he mentioned the idea that they were in a completely different dimension. "does turning the dial to another color also affect how we are dressed?" he questioned with genuine curiosity as his eyes dropped, again, to look the enchanter over. "not that i am complaining, you look incredible-- you always do-- i just feel a bit underdressed at the moment," he teased with an easy, warm smile. "i do not think i will ever understand how you do, well, any of this but you really are the best enchanter i know solin. truly. no one can do what you do; or look as good as you do when you do, uh, it."

moving further into the room, half distracted as he kept looking at the space around him and how different it was from the shop-- and how much more comfortable, and intimate, it felt-- rather than moving to take a seat for himself he dropped down and settled on his knees before solin; big blue eyes looking at him expectantly as the enchanter talked more about what he could do for him. "then hopefully you will not mind telling me how i can convince you because that sounds incredible solin, especially if you make it smell the way you like. i like your taste," he admitted with a nod of his head, that soft and warm smile never leaving his lips. "i will only take the shield runes if you let me pay extra for them this time. you always do so much for me, i want to make it up to you somehow solin. even if it means owing you a favor, or a task, or something other than coin..."

Soft was rarely a word that Topher felt could be assigned to him. If he'd heard the other's assessment of his lips, he might've felt embarassed, but given the situation? He was far more invested in this cotnuing. Tongue happily playing alongside Percy's as they kissed, and he could feel it.

Percy wanted to taste every nook of Topher's mouth, wanted to commit it to memory for when he'd be forced to simply touch himself in bed on lonelier nights.

While Samuel didn't particularly like the sound of some of Eden's words, he knew it was far from his place to comment. Instead, he offered a soft nod against the other's skin, before his attention continued undeterred. A shift of his head, to guide that open fabric a little further off the other as his nose dipped to the other's waist.

"Aye. Destruction in their wake, so little room for recovery... It's not something I'm keen to experience." Of course, the sentiment was soon set aside at the next comments from Eden. At first, he'd pictured actual creatures, but there was a shift in the context that had him changing his mind. A soft hum rolled free, rolling a little further now. Putting a bit more of his weight in to the other.

Eden's thigh was soft, smooth, the feeling of scruff scratching against it as Samuel nodded pulled a small shiver down his spine. Without being able to think in the moment he let out a contented hum the more that head moved.

"Understandably." Eden muttered, having to look skyward to stop his mind's wandering. His legs in crisscross spread open even wider as Sam leaned more heavily onto his leg.

"Vesper... I'm sorry I didn't say anything... I knew it would upset you too much... I was trying to find the best way..." All he could do at this point was try to give Vesper a comforting hug.

"You...knew..." he got out between sobbing breaths. His reality was clattering to the ground all around him. He knew deep in his mind that being mad at Brad was stupid but still his balled up fists pounded against his chest. His head though was curled against Brad's shoulder, staining his shoulder with tears. "I...c-can't be here...my parents were...they were bad. I'm bad."