The temptation is worst in the mornings, when Lieutenant Little sits in nothing but his shirtsleeves and is tortured by the exquisite touch of Mr Jopson as he fixes the line of his whiskers with soap and razor; the angle as he works providing the lieutenant an excellent view of Mr Jopson’s pale neck and his delectable mouth pursed in concentration.
How easy it would be, Little thinks to himself, his fingers curling into tight fists on his thighs, to reach out and grab Mr Jopson, pulling him flush against him and desecrating that lovely mouth until it was bruised several shades darker, spit-slick and panting.
One coy glance from the steward is enough to convince Little that Mr Jopson is not so naïve to his debauched thoughts, and throwing all caution to the wind — the remaining suds on his face be damned — Little tugs the steward onto his lap where he will happily stay for the next half hour, the rest of the ship none the wiser to his prolonged absence.
Let me assure you that you are always - ALWAYS - welcome to send Joplittle porn to my inbox. ALWAYS.
Well, as it happened I was struck by a very filthy idea. :) (psst this is also for @whalersandsailors who kindly wrote me some Joplittle!!!! thanks mate!) Under a cut because this is explicit.
Edward squeaked whenthe strange object was finally buried to the hilt in him. It pressedinsistently against his prostate.
“Keep it onfor the rest of the day,” purred Thomas in his ear as he kneaded his rear.
“All day?!”he spluttered, because oh god there was no way he could keepthis thing inside him until night.
His loverslapped his buttocks with a dark growl, perfect in his role of the wicked,devious high-ranking seducer. It was a game they loved to play, even more sonow with the euphoria of knowing themselves on the way home after the icy nightmarethey had endured. Edward had found a life-saving delight in giving up his freewill to Thomas, in being able to be blissfully, blindly obedient. His Tom was agood lieutenant, even better than himself (he will be a captain one day, Edwardknew it, and the best of all), and a good man who never considered him any lessfor his desire to submit rather than lead.
“I want youto be ready for my cock at any given moment,” Thomas growled wickedly as hetucked him back into his trousers. “Understood?”
“Yes,Lieutenant Jopson.”
“Good boy.”
Oh, it wasagony. Pure, delightful, awful agony. It was both not enough and too much atthe same time. As his muscles kept contracting around the alien object insidehim, the pressure on his prostate varied continuously. The feeling wasdreadfully teasing and yet not enough to bring Edward any real, strongpleasure. Walking proved a chore, with each of his step faltering as the devicemassaged him. He felt as if everyone could guess his predicament and every lookin his direction brewed a dread that sharpened his pleasure. He regularlybecame half-hard, his trousers a maddening friction against his flesh. Hedesperately ached to jerk himself furiously to completion but his duties didnot give him a moment. The whalers who had rescued them were all too happy tohave additional sailors and officers on board, and there was plenty of work tobe done. Thomas himself seemed as occupied as he was, which crushed all hishopes of getting pulled into a storeroom and buggered all the way to Sunday.Every nerve of Edward’s body was aflame, pulsing. His nipples were taut andtender against the fabric of his shirt; the seam of his trousers scratchedagainst the skin of his thighs like Thomas’ stubble; the wetness of the oildripping between his buttocks was matched by the sweat running down his spine.
Dinner wasa confused haze. Edward tried desperately to focus on the conversation ratherthan on the pressure on his sweet spot making his hands shake. God, he longed topress his palm between his legs and rut. Instead he gently rocked his hips inhis chair, trying to get some sort of friction on his half-erect manhood or tosteady the ever-changing flow of pleasure inside him. From the other side ofthe table, Thomas hid his smile in his glass. His eyes were crinkling however,gleaming with that devilish spark full of wicked promises. When hemouthed “soon” at the end of the dinner, Edward had to bite the inside ofhis cheek to keep himself from weeping with relief. The fifteen minutes spent waitingfor him in his cabin felt like endless days, his agony rendered acute by theprospect of impending relief. When finally Thomas slipped into his room, therest of the ship going to sleep around them, Edward all but crashed his lipsagainst his. He was met with a hunger matching his.
“Have youbeen a good boy?”
“I kept iton, like you ordered me to, sir.”
“Really?”Tom arched a suspicious eyebrow as he palmed him to full hardness through histrousers.
Edwardnodded earnestly and his lover hummed in approval. The ever-warmer weather andheating system on board allowed him to rid him of his breeches and smallclothes. Thomas licked a path of nips and kisses down to a nipple as heunbuttoned Edward’s shirt. He suckled on the sensitive nub before his teeth grazedit, wrenching a strangled whimper from Edward.
“You werequite distracted today, Lieutenant Little,” Thomas said as he took him in aloose grip. “Look at you, you wanton thing. Your prick’s like a mainmast.You’re going to leave a mess if you keep leaking like that.”
He squeezedhis eyes shut as the words shot straight in his groin, his flesh twitching inhis lover’s hand.
“Youcarried your duties in the most appalling way, sir. Quite undeserving of yourrank as first lieutenant. We cannot leave you set such a bad example for themen. You need to be punished.”
Edward’seyes snapped wide open, a moan caught in his throat. Thomas licked his lips,his eyes darkening with undisguised lust. He nodded toward the bunk.
“Hands onthe berth, legs spread.”
“Sir, please-”
He yelpedwhen his lover pinched his nipple.
“Now,” hegrowled darkly with that firm edge of authority that never failed to makeEdward’s knees turn to jelly.
He did ashe was told, bending down over the bunk. The sharpening pressure on hisprostate wrung a whimper from his lips. Thomas ran an appreciative hand overthe curve of his rear.
“I want youto count,” and with no other warning he slapped him hard on the ass.
“O-One!” hestuttered, knocked breathless by the surge of pleasure as his muscles clenchedaround the object and drove it hard against his spot.
Thomas seta punishing pace as he slapped him again and again, the pain and the pleasuremaking Edward’s prick hang hard and heavy between his legs, dripping soprofusely he was leaving a damp patch on the bed linens. Soon the numbersblurred in his mind as he spiraled down in sweet agony. By the time Thomasstopped and gently pulled him upright, he was half-sobbing.
“What agood boy you are, taking your punishment so well,” Tom’s voice pierced throughthe thick fog of lust. “You deserve a reward.”
Even hazyas he was, Edward caught on his meaning immediately. He was about to settlehimself down on the bunk when his lover stopped him.
“Ah-ah,” hetutted with mock disapproval. “Don’t you think you should help me preparefirst, Lieutenant Little?”
He sat downon the edge of the bed as he unbuttoned his trousers, eyes burning with desire.Edward sank to his knees and guided him eagerly to his mouth. He was much lessskilled than him in this, no matter how hard he tried to imitate the caresseshe had received from Tom’s mouth, but he more than made it up with enthusiasmand dedication. He pushed his length further and further down his throat,choking and yet unwilling to let go. Tears were stinging his eyes. It was worthit, completely worth it. Thomas was groaning and panting, undulating his hipsagainst his mouth as his thighs quivered under Edward’s hands. It was only whenhis balls drew close that he yanked him back by the hair. At this point theywere beyond words, their mind clouded by the raw need they felt. Thomas let hisplace to Edward as he fetched the oil to slick himself; his lover climbed ontothe berth, settled himself with his back against the wall, pushing the pillowbehind him to get more comfortable before spreading his legs and drawing up hisknees with his hands. Tom pulled out the object with shaky hands, drawing along, way too loud moan from his lover. The latter bunched up his shirttail andgagged his mouth with it as Thomas settled between his thighs.
Edwardwailed against the cloth on his tongue as his lover buried himself easilyinside him. He was thicker than the device, deliciously so, and he rubbedagainst his spot with an almost painfully regular firmness. Soon the pacebecame brutal as Thomas sought his pleasure, apparently uncaring of tending toEdward’s. Yet the pleasure mounted steadily higher, even though his prick wasleft untouched between their joined bodies. Edward screamed and sobbed againstthe gag as his body contorted, his nails digging into his calves. His releasetook him by surprise and he came hard and untouched, shaking like an earthquakeas he kept spending and spending. Somewhere in the blissful storm he wasvaguely aware of Thomas grunting into his ear and slamming his stuttering hipsone last time into him. After that he blacked out.
When theyboth regained enough of their senses and willpower, they arranged themselves soTom was neatly encased in the embrace of Edward’s arms.
“Thatwas...good,” he exhaled dreamily as he welcomed the bone-deepexhaustion.
In his arms,his lover yawned and nuzzled his throat.
“I justhope Commander Fitzjames won’t notice my borrowing his property until I canproperly clean it,” he whispered against Edward’s pulse. “I would very muchlike to ask him where he obtained such a wonderful toy.”
