a slow smirk pulled its way onto elias’ lips as his kiss hungrily explored dutch’s body. he could feel the warmth radiating off of ripples of toned muscles and a wave of desire in the pit of his own stomach threatened to overtake him. dutch’s words made the tempo of the beat of elias’ heart hasten — but he couldn’t help but fear, he couldn’t help but think of all of the beautiful people dutch had laid with. how could he compare? his calloused thumbs ran circles over dutch’s hipbones as the brush of his lips tantalizingly moved lower, his eyes flickering up to dutch. “mmm,” he hummed, “you’re proud of parading me around?” elias grinned before peppering kisses back up dutch’s torso, “is that why i get such a desperate greeting every time i step through the door?” elias captured dutch’s beautiful collarbone with his lips once more, nipping just slightly but not enough to leave a bruise — despite how badly he wanted to decorate dutch with his mark — just enough to show how desperately he wanted to taste every inch of him. fingers curled into the hair at the nape of dutch’s neck as elias pulled his cheek next to his own, whispering, “now why would i stray from your bed? you control my every move…my every desire, my darling.”
elias’ words were born from adoration and from seeing those glimpses of dutch that elias counted himself lucky to capture. he dreamed of dutch when he was at sea, not just the moments they were tangled up in the throes of passion, but also the moments where dutch would truly laugh, the soft smiles they’d exchange when elias begged dutch to stay in bed for a little while longer, the way dutch so gently played with elias’ hair. dutch was soft and caring and he couldn’t see himself the way elias saw him — and it ached. resting his forehead against dutch’s, their breath intertwining before he hummed, “you are a good man, dutch. i see it, i’ve felt it.” his fingers gently captured dutch’s jaw — not possessively, but reverently. elias didn’t deserve dutch, he knew that, but he needed him in a way that terrified him.
gods, elias wanted to make dutch feel good — to make him unravel beneath his touch. he wanted to devour dutch, satiate the sinful cravings that occupied his every waking — and sleeping — thought. he desperately wanted to drop to his knees, bowing before dutch as if his hips were an altar. but the pleas slipping from dutch’s lips distracted him. “you sound so pretty when you beg,” his voice was low with lust and a soft moan found its way into the space between them as dutch’s fingers ran against his scalp. “i’ll give you the world,” a smirk as his thumb ran across dutch’s lower lip while elias’ other hand wrapped around his length, “anything these lips ask of me, i’ll do it.” the sounds of dutch’s ragged begging and any ripple of his action through the other's body was enough to bite at elias’ patience to have dutch. his hand found his own body to mimic the very same euphoric and torturous pleasure.
“you are gorgeous,” elias moaned, his hand working faster as his leg wrapped around dutch’s to cling to him with a desperation that made him weak. his breath hitched, the need eliciting groans from elias that he wished dutch could capture with his lips. his head tilted to the side, offering his neck to dutch to let him sink his teeth into if he so desired. the blood pumping through his veins was dutch’s alone. the way his name sounded pressed against his skin from dutch’s swollen lips echoed through elias’ body, ripping into a whine that he gave into completely. he wished his hands weren’t so rough against dutch’s soft, pure skin — he wished his kiss was enough to make dutch stay forever. head rolling back as he felt dutch’s teeth scrape against the skin of his neck, elias flicked his thumb over the tip of dutch’s length, wet with an impending climax that elias desperately wanted to send dutch into. “i want to be better,” he admitted breathlessly, “you deserve more.” elias wasn’t good enough.
to be marked by dutch, claimed by dutch, was enough to make elias’ member twitch. he’d proudly and unabashedly show off the bruised artwork dutch had left on him. his eyes were glazed over with lust, a soft blush dappling his cheeks as dutch called him ‘filthy.’ a coy smile tugged on his lips, “you make me so dirty. i can’t wait for the world to know what you’ve done to me. what we’ve been up to.”
there was a flash of fear in elias’ eyes — he’d give everything for the man before him. but he knew his everything couldn’t possibly be worth anything.
elias knew the risk, he knew dutch would never feel the same. he knew his heart would likely end up shattered in dutch’s hands — the sharp, jagged edges glistening tragically, dangerously. but he couldn’t stop himself. he had fallen so fast for dutch and not just for the passion, the way dutch touched him, or the way their lips seemed to move in perfect synchronicity as if they were made to kiss one another. elias had fallen for dutch’s smile — even when he could see the ache behind it — he’d fallen for the glimmer in his eyes, and the soft heart dutch kept guarded. and how elias wanted to hold his heart close to his own chest and prove that he was safe and that he was worth the world. with every night he’d spent tangled up with dutch, elias offered him another piece of his heart and he’d give and give until there was nothing left. deep down he knew it was laughable, he was in love with a siren — the most desirable man in the world. and elias was nothing. elias was a starry-eyed man, naive and flawed.
dutch kissed him back with fervor and elias was dizzy, melting into dutch’s arms as his own found the other’s muscled back and trailed down to his bum and squeezing it tightly. maybe he’d distracted dutch from the lovelorn look in his eyes and the way he hung onto every breath dutch took as if he was the sunlight that kept him warm. he’d follow dutch to the ends of the world.
his teeth dug into his own lower lip so hard he drew blood, but elias didn’t look away — his ragged breathing, the feeling of his nearing climax was hardly a distraction from dutch’s hungry eyes. how badly elias wanted dutch to ravage him. “just like that,” he groaned, “your pretty mouth full of me.” fingers tugged dutch curls, gently guiding him further on his cock. his body was swirling with the most insatiable bliss and he was so close to spilling his pleasure into dutch’s mouth left his length, causing a desperate moan to fall from his lips. “you’re being unfair,” elias chuckled as his fingers ran through his own sweaty hair as his head fell back — a struggle to catch his breath.
“i didn’t forget,” he shook his head, musing breathlessly, “i never forget your promises.” and as dutch kissed him, elias could taste himself — could taste what dutch did to him, could taste the desire only dutch elicited from his body. he was so undeserving of this pleasure, and a worry filled his mind — if only for a moment — what if dutch agreed? what if dutch saw elias for the desperate, worthless man he was? but all thoughts slipped away as dutch’s hands found his bum, guiding him towards the bed with the soft demand. elias’ hips chased the friction with a groan. “your wish is my command, darling,” he hummed, pushing dutch backwards onto the bed. elias crawled on top of dutch, pinning him down as he kissed the corner of his mouth — then his jaw, his neck to lap up every sound he was able to pull from dutch’s mouth. elias pulled back briefly, slipping his own fingers into his mouth salaciously before wiggling out of his trousers and tossing them onto the floor. “let me make you feel like a god tonight, dutch,” he whispered, his hands spreading dutch’s legs apart.
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