#martzel

Martzel went over to the helm, looking at the many different levers. Hmm. Maybe this was harder than he thought. He pulled a silver one and the ship started tilting to the right.

"Fuck! No! Go back!" Adam screeched, grabbing the railing to not fall off the side. Martzel hastily pulled it back to how it was. When he pulled another one, the ship rapidly descended until it stopped just inches above the sea's surface. Adam landed on the deck with a thud, wheezing. "I fucking told you!"

"Why don't you just sail it normally?"

He coughed and got up to smack his hands out of the way, putting the huge ship back in a stable position, resting in the water.

"It's not like I can't sail it in water, but, er... I prefer flying."

"Why?"

"No particular reason..." Adam swallowed awkwardly. He didn't want to tell him.

"Fine, then I'll just sail it normally."

"Nope, I'm still the captain. It's not happening."

Martzel grumbled. Stubborn little shit... Adam walked away to grab his frightened cat, when Martzel got an idea. He smirked widely and approached him.

"What if we agreed on a deal?"

"What are you suggesting?" Adam looked at him over his shoulder.

"Tell me something you want of me, and I'll give it, in return I'll sail this ship."

"Hmm. If I do agree, it's only for today."

"Two days?"

"One and a half."

"Ugh, fine... What do you want?"

Adam took a second to think about it, he briefly glanced at his lips. But then he turned away. That didn't go unnoticed though.

"Let me think about it."

"Oh, I think you already know." Martzel grinned and moved closer to him.

"What--?" Adam turned around, but as soon as he did Martzel pressed his lips against his. His browns went wide, his cheeks flushing. Martzel pressed him against the wall he was standing next to. And when he pulled away Adam let out a small whimper, still staring at him with those wide eyes. "M-Martzel?" he gasped, shivering at their proximity.

Martzel winked. "Didn't expect that, hm?" How cute he looked with those pink cheeks.

Adam couldn't even respond, still looking at him as though he'd seen a ghost.

Martzel chuckled and pulled back to give him some space, walking over to the helm. "Let's go~"

And he said as much, though in a lot more words.

“Shut up, you asshole,” Martzel hissed, and a wicked grin spread across Rodrigo’s face as he was pressed deeper into the sheets of the bed they had landed in. Drigo wasn’t even sure it was his room—or Martzel’s room, for that matter—but he didn’t care.

“I didn’t realize you missed me so much, doll.” He wiggled his fingers up at him, though the other man’s grip on his arms kept him from being able to touch, grab, pull like he wanted to. “Did you fuck yourself and think of me while we were apart?”

“Stop it.”

He bucked his hips towards him, eyes glittering. “I know I did—”

“I said, shut up!”

“You’re smart, pretty boy.” He sneered, pressing up into Martzel’s face as much as he could, infuriatingly just out of reach of his lips. “Make me.”

He could almost hear the gears turning in Martzel’s head as his eyes dragged over Rodrigo, who bit his lip as he waited. Slowly, he bent his knee and pulled his leg up between Martzel’s, pressing against his crotch teasingly.

“Or, I can tell you all about the last time I had my cock in my hand and imagined it was yours instead—”

With that, Rodrigo finally got what he wanted, which was Martzel’s lips pressed to his, rough and almost painful, but just as satisfying and delicious as he remembered. He was quick to press back, letting wanton moans escape him as he slowly took control of the kiss, nipping at his lips and passing his tongue past Martzel’s teeth.

He felt the hands on his arms go lax, and sat upright, pushing Martzel down in his place. “This is more like it.” 

Chest heaving, Martzel struggled against him, eyes flashing indignantly. “You bastard—”

“Now, you know how this works, Martzel,” he crooned, letting his fingers run feather-light over the other man’s chest. “I think we’ll keep the same word from last time—‘lawless,’ was it?” He ground their hips together, slowly, laughing at the groan that pulled out of Martzel. “If you want this to stop, that’s all you have to say.”

Again, he waited as Martzel thought, and he pressed his hips harder, feeling his cock hardening underneath him.

Martzel nodded, slowly, keeping his eyes locked on Rodrigo’s. “Fine.”