Harry is quick to shut the other up with a rough kiss, hips grinding against Gil's as he shoves the other into his cabin, where hands run themselves up bared chest. There's a low growl before he sinks to his knees, catching the other's zipper in his teeth, before pulling it down, maintaining eye contact all the while.
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how had a conversation so completely off topic turn into something so much more? all gil had wanted was to explain to harry that he’d seen someone that truly resembled King Ben, and that the daughter of ursula would most likely be thrilled with this news. he found the hooked pirate standing alone outside of his cabin, the door behind him somewhat unhinged ( gil had accidentally broken it by trying to seem cool by kicking it open instead of using the door knob like a normal man ). his rambling excitement seemed to have gotten nothing but annoyance from his mate, but gil was unaware. he kept speaking, unbeknownst of harry’s growing need–
“king ben, here, on the isle!” like a princess seeing her gown for the first time, gil bounced in place. he would have continued on, if not for a rough pair of lips that captured his breath. it all happened so quickly– but gil did not resist. uma who? prince ben who? the only thing on his mind now was harry hook.
“mmm—” his teeth dug into a plump bottom lip, holding on to it as harry moved away. he would have enjoyed kissing more, but what was to come next truly excited him. harry most definitely gave the best blow jobs on the ship– a knack most of the crew seemed to know.
“harry,” his breathing is rapid, shown as his chest rose and fell. his hands had stayed by his side from shock, but now they began to wander– one gloved hand found a home in the pirate’s hair, messing it up in a gentle way. gil was never one to be rough, not even during sex. he could take it, though. with his zipper down, harry would be able to see a very happy surprise that pressed somewhat uncomfortably against his trousers.
all seemed well, until gil opened his mouth.
“… your eyeliner is smudged.” what a way to ruin the mood– a bubble of laughter erupts from him, and he’s holding his stomach with his other arm.
