Mutual Urges (Michael Cavendish x Male Reader)
Warning: Smut, Semi Public Sex, Somnophilia, and Of The Era Slurs
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You get your bunk after repairing some damage to the hull. It is a surprise no one else is there at the moment. Good time to get some sleep. So, you lay down ready to sleep. But thoughts swim in your head. Thoughts about the first mate Cavendish. You find him attractive, despite him talking about whores and money. It is not a big deal. After all, he is still good company.
You toss and turn a bit. Trying to sleep but have Cavendish stuck in your head. Imaging him taking you away and kissing you. It is only set of thoughts, but they are pleasant ones.
Some time passes, you don't know how long. You wake up but are still a bit groggy. Before you can ether fully wake up or go back to sleep. The door opens and shuts. Footsteps get closer to you. Sharp shaky breathing is close by. You are to tired to check who it is at the moment.
A hand starts to stroke your neck. "Bloody beautiful… so sinful and vulnerable. More delicious then any whore." A voice whispers and chuckles. Before you can ask who it is. Hands slip your shirt off. Mapping out your back. Lips kissing and tongue licking your neck and just above your waist line. Going back and forth between both spots. You whimper softly and submit to the sensations. Not minding who is touching you. "Good lad, you like that don't you?" The man says and chuckles.
"Fuck, that feels good." You admit and lay still. Letting the man do whatever he pleases. He pulls everything else off you. Then tosses the clothes to the side.
"Good lad, letting me do as a please." The man says.
"Yes…" You whisper and lay still. You feel something nudging against your hole. Warm and wanting, it is oddly comforting at the moment. The man's dick entered you. Rough and fast. Yet despite that it is still comforting. In its own sexual manner.
"You handsome sodomite1, I knew there was a reason I felt curious about you." The man says and laughs loudly. The sharpness ripples through you. All you can do is whimper, wanting him to not stop using you. He goes back to fucking you. Drool drips down your chin. "You like that my little woodpecker?" The man asks. Before you can answer. He slams harder into you. Getting to a sweet spot by your prostate. You moan and shudder as he keeps slamming into you at that same spot.
You come hard and pant. The man comes as well and moans. "Good woodpecker, taking me like that." The man says and slides out of you. He cleans up and walks out. Exhausted, you fall back asleep.
The night is young and you are bored. All that is on your mind was that encounter a four days ago. Your mind was to tired to remember the voice. But you still remember how it felt. You go under the deck and see something unusual. A hole in one of the doors. It looked freshly cut. "Do I really have to fix this?" You ask your and sigh. Then it clicks, this was meant for certain purposes. But why in a place like this? It would raise suspicion if someone caught two people in the act. Maybe people would not bat a eye and ignore it. You forget it for now. But know it might be useful later.
Once again you see the hole in the door. This time. Someone's cock is actually using it. Pretty good size but not to big. No one else is around. Maybe you can give it a shot. After all, you are horny right now. You lick your lips and walk over.
You get on your knees and grip the cock gently. You start with stroking it. The cock is warm in your hand. It twitches and you hear a grunt. You drool a bit and put the dick in your mouth. You start by licking the underside. Focusing on a few vains.
The man behind the door starts to move and grunt. You whimper and move in rhythm with him. You want to praise the man. But it would not be best to talk now, you want to be anonymous after all. Oh well, he can tell you are enjoying it. His dick in all the way in your mouth. Your head bobs more and you feel tears in your eyes. Good tears of satisfaction and lust. It is in your gut, it is a wonderful feeling.
You and the anonymous man move faster. It is in perfect sync surprisingly. He moans and shakes a bit. While you whimper and lick while sucking at the same time. A groan escapes from the man as he comes hard. You drink the cum up as you start to come as well.
As the unknown man walks into the room and away from you. You wipe up and make sure your lips are clean. "Who was that?" You ask yourself and go to continue your day.
It is a boring day, not much work to do. Cavendish comes into your view. He walks over with a bit of confidence in his step. A smirk on his face. "Hey there, little woodpecker." Cavendish says and winks.
"Wait Cavendish, you were the one that used me like a backgammon player1 when I was sleeping?" You ask and step closer to him. You hope it was him, you blush a bit at the idea.
"Yes, that was me. Now, let's get somewhere quite. We don't need anyone spying on us." Cavendish says and practically drags you away to a more private room.
Your eyes land on the hole. A thought then pops into your head. "The hole, I used it once. Well, gave someone…" Before you can finish. Cavendish stops walking and pulls his cock out. It is the same one you sucked that one time at the hole. "Cavendish, you are the one. I thought it was two separate men. But no, it was you. Both the time in bed and the time at the door." You reply and shudder. It gets warmer and Cavendish laughs. He shoves you into his room and onto the bed.
"I had a feeling it was you the second time. I just wanted to mess with you by not saying anything." Cavendish tells you and throws all his clothes to the side. You take your own clothes off. He pounces towards you and pins you to his bed. "Looks like we are in for more of this. As long as we don't get caught. You are a handsome lad." Cavendish comments and starts to prep the both of you. The thought of many more night like this puts a smile to your face. He spits on your hole and fingers it. You whimper as he fingers more and leans close to your ear. "So warm." Cavendish whispers and removes his fingers. It feels empty, but only for a bit. Because Cavendish soon enters you. He moans and you whimper as he pounds into your hole. You love Cavendish and he actually loves you back.
1: A derogatory word for a man who has sex with another man.
2: A vulgar and derogatory word for referring to a sodimite/man who has sex with other men.
