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Waves lapped insistently at the sturdy hull of the ship. In testament to her size, the floors barely swayed even in such windy weather. Gale Galleon had set his crew loose upon the town, with preparations finished for the next leg of their journey meaning precious downtime and rest for weary sailors. The rest of Avallum had followed suit, leaving Gale to check and recheck their course to the point of obsession under the flickering light of a single lantern.
The dark corners of his quarters swaddled him comfortably on his well-worn wooden armchair, where he nibbled gently on the end of his quill, one knee up to tuck his chin over. Distances had to be measured and re-measured, taking into account currents and prevailing winds. As consequence, Gale needed to take into account different speeds for each leg of their journey, and thus variable lengths of time on sea regardless of physical distances- which would mean different rationing needs, the need to calculate and re-calculate their total supply requirement, and that was only assuming everything went to plan.
The ship’s captain always prepared contingency supplies, he had to predict everything that could possibly go wrong with his ship and prepare for it happening because there was nowhere to go for help in an emergency in the middle of the open sea. And yet, that was what made the thrill of a journey, surviving against all odds and making your own life on ship for months at a time.
Gale looked up at the sound of his cabin door closing, a rush of warmth in his belly at the sight of Cass’s pure white robes. Cass turned from easing the door closed to offer a quiet smile, and Gale’s heart melted.
“Hey, baby.”
Cass’s eyes softened, shoulders dropping, before he shook his head and refocused Gale with a reprimanding gaze.
“I’m not your baby.”
Gale giggled as Cass sat on his bed and folded his arms petulantly, long legs crossed. “What happened to joining us for dinner? It’s been like, four days in a row now that you’ve flaked.”
Gale pulled his lips back in chagrin, standing from his chair to card a hand through Cass’s hair. As prickly as he could speak, Cass turned to kiss his palm, caressing his hand in return like it was instinct.
“I’m sorry. I should have taken a break.” Gale’s eyes wandered to his desk. “I just can’t settle down. You know, before I had you guys on board, I never used to get so antsy about preparations. But… you agreed to come with me. I want to be good to you in return.”
Cass’s eyelids lowered, humming. He never pushed Gale with things like this. The way he looked at Gale always made him feel understood- or at the very least that he was being taken seriously. That night was no exception, Cass’s gaze molten with affection yet sorrow.
“We miss you,” Cass said simply. “Exploring town has been crazy and fun, but part of me is missing without you next to me.”
Gale sat down next to Cass, pulling him into his arms and kissing his forehead, breathing in Cass’s fresh scent. It never got old, this feeling of overwhelming affection. Gale was so fucked, and he was so contented to be ruined. Avallum crashed into his life and set his life ablaze, and he couldn’t be warmer. Feeling Cass’s slow heartbeat against his, the steady and soothing presence of his Sage wiped the rest of the world away.
Cass tangled his fingers in Gale’s clothes, sighing, tucking his face into Gale’s neck. Cass’s lips brushed against his pulse, as he had a habit of doing to express affection, and Gale felt the air being sucked out of his lungs. Even after months, Gale’s heartbeat never failed to pick up at that, as he whimpered lightly.
“Damn, Captain, how horny are you?” Cass laughed, the edge of a grin visible to Gale’s periphery. The weary captain sighed.
“Cass, love, light of my life, sexy beast and owner of my heart- you could fucking breathe in my direction and I’d get hard. We’ve been over this.”
“You’re so down bad,” Cass giggled, mouthing more avidly at his neck, gently lowering Gale onto his own bed.
“No, really? Hadn’t noticed,” Gale wheezed, suddenly staying very still as Cass wriggled on top of him to get comfortable, brushing a hip to his thigh. Not for the first time, Gale was convinced he was going to die under Cass’s advances.
“We’ve missed you,” Cass reiterated behind Gale’s ear, biting lightly. “Bullying Rosco by myself gets old eventually. Zanny even ordered your favourite for dinner.”
Heat washed over Gale like the tide. Cass, the bastard, knew that at one touch Gale would concede to anything to please him. Exhibit A, Gale was nodding absently, whining apologies. “M’sorry. I’m a deadbeat husband times four. Deadbeat to four wives.”
Cass laughed, tracing Gale’s collarbones with his nose. “Yes, you are. If you don’t fuck Luci in the next twenty-four hours he might lose his mind.”
Gale let out another desperate whine, the image of their beautiful vampire sweating in his sheets, writhing in frustration lighting a roaring pressure in Gale’s chest.
“However,” Cass added casually, stripping Gale of his pants- when did he take off Gale’s shirt? Everything was a haze. “Luci’s going to have to wait his turn,” Cass’s voice lowered, licking a stripe up his palm, looking at Gale with eyes that could send a weaker man into cardiac arrest.
“Oh no,” Gale whispered. “You’re going to-”
“-How many times can you come before you pass out?” Cass interrupted, to Gale’s small scream. Cass’s laugh made Gale feel like he was in a fever dream.
“You can’t just say that,” Gale whimpered weakly, so hard that his dick was twitching. His eyes were wet with tears, looking up at Cass like he were a deity. “Oh my god, Cassian Floros, you’re gonna kill me.” Cass took a wet palm to Gale’s throbbing dick, and the man under him squirmed, whining, panting- the whole nine yards.
“Damn, if I didn’t know better I’d think you’re exaggerating,” Cass said as he lazily pulled on the hard shaft, swirling a thumb around the head. Gale started shivering.
“Aah, Cass, oh my god, aw, Cass, I love you, I love you, kiss me please… Haa…”
Abruptly Cass let go, letting Gale’s cock slap back onto his abdomen, before stripping himself- Gale didn’t know if he were crying or crying. Cass climbed back onto him backwards, shuffling a very tender, pink behind in the direction of his face.
“You wanted a kiss?” Cass purred lowly. Gale could hear his heartbeat in his ears, as his hands slowly came to rest on Cass’s hips, as if afraid he would run away. “Go ahead.”
Gale stopped counting the number of times he had whimpered for the man on top of him, and instead obeyed and laid a tender kiss to his hole, feeling Cass flinch then melt onto his lap, pushing his hips further back. Gale’s vision got hazier as he happily went to town, sucking, licking, shoving- drool trickled down perineum and balls, until Cass finally let out a moan, hips stuttering, and reached back to swirl a finger at his own entrance.
“So good to me,” Cass whispered, keening as Gale slid a finger, then another, working him open for greater things. “So good to me, so lovely, Gale. Ah, love, you’re so good- ahh, I want your dick, I want to sit on it-”
Gale had to pause, slackjawed, and muttered “Well damn, Cass, it’s been yours this whole time. Fuck me to oblivion for all I care.”
Cass clearly didn’t hesitate to take him up on the offer, turning around to sit in his lap, legs swinging around his hips with practiced ease. “Do a little work and fuck me into oblivion instead?”
Gale squeaked, the feeling of Cass’s cheeks bracketing his painfully hard cock both pain and pleasure. “Yup, I’m gonna die,” Gale whined, as he lined himself up with a hand to Cass’s back.
“Hmpf,” Cass whined quietly, head lowered, burying his face in Gale’s neck again. “Mm. Ahh, what’re you so damn big for- ah, ah, ah…”
Gale on the other hand felt like he was going to pop any second, the suffocating heat of being inside Cass thoroughly whiting out his higher faculties. “Hah, mmph… baby, let me see your face… fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he choked. Actual tears left Gale’s eyes, looking up into Cass’s gold irises, so full of love and trust- Cass finally kissed him, and out of everything they were doing that was what ascended Gale to the next plane of existence. Surely, Cass’s mouth was bliss. Gale’s jaw fell entirely slack as Cass traced his palate with his tongue, only suckling gently every now and then to pay his affection back. It felt like Cass was diving straight down into his being, devouring his heart, and Gale gave up any hope at holding onto his consciousness as his mind drifted off into a haze. This had to be what heaven was like.
Gale was brought back down to earth with a half-thrust Cass made onto his dick, pulling off Gale’s lips whining, nails scrabbling at his back. “Please,” Cass whimpered in his ear, hot and needy. “Please, Gale, please, please- Augh, yes!”
Gale tensed everything in his body to fuck into Cass properly, pulling him down onto his pelvis, reaching as far as he could into him. Both gasped and gripped at eachother desperately as Gale bounced Cass on his lap, each thrust seemingly stronger than the last.
“Ah, angh, mm, yes, fuck, ahh fuck, fuck,” Cass moaned in increasingly high pitch, feeling Gale’s thrusts in his chest, explosions of pleasure like fireworks behind his eyelids. Gale spun them around to press Cass into the mattress, and he actually made him start screaming.
Gale hadn’t a thought in his head other than to fuck Cass with his entire life at stake, to give him reason to scream, utterly mesmerised by flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. Beautiful long legs spasmed in his grip, as he went harder and faster, relishing in Cass’s beautiful wails.
“Fuck, ah, ah, ah- aaaaaah yes, fuck, mmmmm!”
The way Cass’s body bounced on the mattress, split open on Gale’s thick cock, was the most obscene thing he had ever seen. Cass’s hands gripped his forearms so desperately, yet all his eyes held was adoration, pleasure, and what Gale could only hope to interpret as love. His heart felt like it was about to give in from how fast it was beating, overwhelmed by not only the tight grip on his cock but the sheer idea of the debauchery of such a precious person to him, the vulgar lovemaking that saw Cass melt into his mattress, being pleasured, being worshipped.
Cass’s pretty pink lower mouth sucked on Gale like it were conscious, sweet heat so soft and slippery Gale picked up to a speed where he was really just vibrating against Cass’s stomach. He was rewarded by a spurt of come from his beautiful wife, a prolonged wail followed by sickening warmth spilling from Gale himself. His vision and hearing whited out for what felt like minutes, coming to to Cass stroking his hair, Gale resting his face on Cass’s chest.
“One of these days… my heart’s going to give out and I’ll die,” Gale wheezed, still catching his breath.
Cass hummed. “No. I refuse.”
Gale snorted at the blunt answer, dissolving into giggles. “What, you’ll go up to the Grim Reaper and wag your finger in his face?”
“Fuck it man, I’ll fight him. I’d win,” Cass added petulantly, before they both erupted in cackles, Gale holding onto Cass’s shoulders for strength.
“You- you fuckin’- ‘I’d win’,” Gale snickered, basking in the warmth of Cass’s body and the cool of his sweat evaporating into the chilly ocean air. His love was so ridiculous. His love- his love loved him so much, and that prickled at the back of his head.
“Yeah, fuck him, you’re mine,” Cass took one of Gale’s hands to bring to his lips, gaze dripping with affection. “Get fucked Death, I love you more.”
Even as he giggled, Gale felt a stab through his chest at those words. He made a point to look Cass in the eyes, taking in the delicious flush of his cheeks, the gentle cascade of his hair, and with as much gravity as he could muster, said “I love you, Cass.” He wanted to say more, to wax poetic, but no words felt right.
How was he supposed to say that despite their short time together he thinks he’ll love Cass forever, until every atom in his body turned to nothingness, how was he supposed to say that Avallum’s existence pulled his soul upright as if by a central thread, that he’d never be the same anymore, that Gale Galleon was destructively and irrevocably changed for loving Cassian Floros, and that the day they would part would be the day he’d die? “…I love you so much, Cass,” he said with resignation, hoping that Cass would understand anyway.
Cass held his gaze, and gave his words a beat or two to exist, then pulled him tight against his chest and said “I love you too.”
-
Rosco, Luci and Zanny collectively stared at the wall, sat neatly in a row on Luci’s bed.
The thing about a ship, is that it is made to be buoyant- not a single extra plank was added that didn’t absolutely need to be, meaning that the walls were most certainly thin.
“…Goddamn,” Zanny managed finally, well after the screaming, thumping and squeaking had tapered off.
Luci and Rosco just hummed in acknowledgement, pointedly not turning to look Zanny in the eye.
Another beat of silence passed, before Rosco could come up with another quip. “Should we check they didn’t… die?”
“Oh, they’re alive,” Luci said lightly, twiddling his thumbs. Rosco finally took a chance to peek at their resident vampire, unsurprised to find the deep pink flush on his cheeks but raising an eyebrow at the hint of a fang.
“Indeed, alive and more,” Zanny concurred, and damn Rosco for his curious nature, but he looked over at Zanny to see dilated pupils and a hint of drool.
“Man,” Rosco complained, returning his gaze resolutely to the wall, subtly shifting his knees, subtly pulling down the hem of his shirt. At Zanny’s hand on his knee, Rosco shuddered and jumped up from bed, dragging both men with him without looking back. “Nuh uh. I’m not paying for this. I just got back the ability to walk like, Monday.”
-
Cass heard the rest of Avallum coming as soon as Rosco’s feet hit the floor, but felt no need to tell Gale that. He looked so peaceful, half-conscious on his chest, and felt so nice inside him still, twitching every now and then. Even as the door was flung open, their Captain barely blinked.
“Oh Captain, my Captain, please tend to your crew- hey Cass,” Rosco said politely, closing the door behind him and shoving a crate in front of it.
“Hey Costco,” Cass intoned in return, carding a hand through Gale’s hair, eyes narrowing at Zanny and Luci’s flushed cheeks. “They causing you trouble?”
“They’re threatening my life,” Rosco corrected, throwing both onto the foot of the bed. “Ain’t no way after a week of tanking Zanny in Cap’s place am I dealing with him in heat. And I think Luci’s hungry. He had me last time, I want him to have something warm.” Being undead, he wasn’t the tastiest option for the vampire, and Luci’s heart fluttered at the consideration, looking at Rosco with sweet adoration.
Rosco had taken on Gale’s role as mediator between them all as the four adventured without him, his single-track mind surprisingly effective in corralling them all into some semblance of motion. Practical, flexible and determined, their youngest had shone when they needed him.
So Cass agreed, that the zombie deserved some rest, and cleared his throat. “Zanny. Luci.”
Authority was of little interest to the scholar that Cass was at heart, but one didn’t live as long as he did without gaining some credibility along the way. If he wanted to, he too could enforce his charisma. He just didn’t want to most of the time.
“Yes, Cassi?” Luci replied almost instantly. Zanny’s gaze similiarly snapped to attention.
“Gale just actually fucked both of our brains out, and Rosco deserves a break. Do you want to do eachother the favour?” Cass’s voice rang so sweet and suggestive. “Luci’s needed a good fuck for a while, haven’t you, Luci?”
Luci nodded with a small whine, turning a bashful eye to their resident incubus. Zanny in turn hummed, tilting his head appraisingly.
“You know how he gets when he’s had your blood, Zanny,” Cass reminded Zanny, with a wicked grin. “He needs it. C’mon. Help him let loose?”
“Dear Cass, are you sure there’s no concubus in your bloodline?” Zanny teased, leaning over to rest the back of his hand on Luci’s cheek, who blushed and lowered his gaze. “Our sweet Luci, uninhibited and needy? Yes, that’s a beautiful image indeed.”
Luci keened, clearly liking the idea as well, and laved a tongue down Zanny’s wrist, looking at him for permission.
Rosco in the midst of this had settled next to Cass, running a soothing hand down Gale’s back. By the time their captain was awake, they would have a great show going.
Zanny wordlessly pulled the vampire onto his lap, soothing him with a deep kiss, without prelude. Luci’s fangs, usually so politely tucked away, hung over his lips as Zanny’s drool melted away the tension.
“Mn, cute,” Zanny whispered, delighted at the glaze in Luci’s eyes, the complete trust he had in him. “Oh, adorable,” Zanny purred as he gave Luci’s cheek a puppy lick then pressed his face into his neck, pulling him firmly into his lap, cradling his head. “C’mon, sweetheart- ah,” Zanny gasped as Luci bit into his nape, suckling greedily. “There we go, sweetheart, what a good boy. Good boy,” Zanny crooned as he ran a hand up and down Luci’s spine, the other firmly cradling his head against his neck.
Luci sounded like he was sobbing, the occasional whine shushed by Zanny. By the time he gained the presence of mind to rip himself away from Zanny’s neck, tears were running down his face in rivers.
“It’s so good, Zanny, you taste so good, it feels so good!” Luci cried, shushed with a deep kiss and more puppy licks to his salty cheeks.
“Yeah, my boy? Do you feel better?”
“I feel so good, Zanny,” Luci said breathlessly, beginning to squirm in Zanny’s lap. “Please let me make you feel good too. Please fuck me. Zanny, please-”
Zanny growled and dove into another kiss, hands clawing at Luci’s shoulders, increasingly aggressive with his tongue down Luci’s throat.
“Oh, you good boy. I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you anything.”
Luci had a pretty face, yes, but more compelling for Zanny was his pretty soul. For an immortal vampire Luci had managed to remain a passionate ingenue, approaching the world bright-eyed and bushy tailed, serenading taverns and campfires with a sincere voice akin to angels' cries- the incubus had fallen in love at first sight.
Zanny could deny him nothing.
When sweet Luci begged and cried, pawing at him for reprieve, Zanny got the closest he had ever gotten to losing control.
“Luci, sweet Luci, my heart,” Zanny muttered into Luci’s hair as he undressed him, fingers relishing in porcelain skin and delicate shoulders. “You’ll drive me mad. Sweetheart, mm.”
“Hurry up,” Luci panted, heat rising from the pit of his stomach to the tips of his ears, the burn of Zanny’s touch amplified by the incubus blood running through him like shots of fire. “Mm, feels good, Zanny please!”
Zanny caught Luci’s lips in his own partly to shut him up, his dick already throbbing enough in it’s confines without the vampire’s sweet whines. Zanny pulled off Luci’s pants and undergarments in one swift motion before immediately proning him, lifting his ass into the air for a playful bite.
“Aah! Augh, ahh, Zanny.. Zanny, it’s so good- s-so, ah! So good,” Luci cried as Zanny massaged his soft entrance, helped along with incubus drool and lube handed over helpfully by Rosco.
Zanny had three fingers knuckle deep in the vampire before he started squirming, crying out with impatience.
“Mean! So mean,” Luci whined, hand catching Zanny’s wrist, teary eyes imploring. “Give it to me, give me your thick cock, wanna be fucked, please don’t be mean!”
As far as Luci was gone under the influence of Zanny’s physiology, the damage reflected onto the incubus twofold. Zanny thought his dick might actually suffocate in his pants at the rate Luci was whoring himself out to him.
“Naughty, naughty boy,” Zanny punctuated his admonishment with a slap to Luci’s ass, making him whine. “So badly behaved today, Luci?”
“Mmn,” Luci’s grip tightened on Zanny’s wrist, breathing heavily. “Please, Zanny. Wanna feel you inside me. Fill me up, mm? I wanna feel you in my gut.” Luci lowered his face to the mattress, eyes glassy, yet fixed firmly on Zanny’s face. “I want you so bad. Please fuck me.”
Zanny became clumsy taking off his own sparse clothing, fumbling his pants twice as he slung them across the room, before climbing over to pull Luci’s back to his chest, easing his dick between soft cheeks. Luci gasped, then moaned, eyes rolling back, hips arching to meet Zanny’s pelvis.
“My fucking dick is on fire,” Zanny muttered, “and I’ve only just got the tip in. You sinful little beast, Luci, you’ll be the death of me.”
Luci giggled, rolling his hips languidly, letting out a loud whine as Zanny entered him by tiny thrusts, each burying more of literal monster cock between Luci’s delicate hips. “Fuck, yes, yes. Zanny, ungh, give it all to me, aangh, hah, fuck, you’re so deep,” Luci gasped, voice pitching up in alarm. “So deep, so deep, aaaangh m’gonna explode.”
Zanny let out a big sigh as he finally made it balls deep into Luci, giving the vampire a kiss to the top of his head. “You have no idea how hard it is not to rip you in half right now,” he growled into Luci’s nape, hands gripping Luci’s hips until his knuckles were white. “I could fuck you until your soul leaves your body, and I wouldn’t have had enough.”
Luci pouted, and Zanny’s stomach dropped knowing what was going to happen next. He’d have no choice.
“But I want you to ruin me, Zanny.”
Zanny couldn’t deny him anything.
-
By the time Gale stirred to life, he awoke to whiny sobbing and dirty talk that could make a sailor blush. Peeking over his shoulder, he couldn’t stop himself from being instantly bricked at the sight of Zanny and Luci vertical on their knees, fucking for all to see, with Zanny’s hand on Luci’s throat, as Luci scrabbled desperately behind him for purchase as he was fucked. Gale took a shaky breath, staying lying down just a little longer to admire the sight the two made.
Luci’s wailing was so musical it almost sounded like song. Meanwhile, Zanny’s face buried in Luci’s hair did nothing to muffle the filthy praise he was muttering as he snapped his hips slowly, deep and deliberate, into Luci’s writhing body.
“Fuck, you’re so soft, you pretty whore, taking me like this, mm… Can you feel that, Luci, can you feel me stretching out your pretty boypussy? Hm, little cockslut, how does it feel?”
“Ahhhhh,” Luci whined, tears still streaming down his face, eyes squeezed shut. “Yes- Ah! Good- mmngh, feels good,” he managed between pants.
The sound of Zanny’s- frankly ridiculous- ten-inch cock disappearing with a snap into Luci’s red hole, the bounce forward as if he were hitting the inside of his belly and propelling him forwards, made possibly the loudest sound that night. Rosco almost started reconsidering his choices.
“I wonder if that’s what I look like when he’s doing me,” Rosco mused. “Luci’s so pretty. He gets fucked so prettily, you know?”
“Luci’s pretty, but you haven’t seen yourself sucking my dick,” Cass hummed thoughtfully. A shift in his hips and a bump of his nose to Gale’s meant the captain had been found out pretending to still be asleep.
“Y’all ever pinned Zanny to a door?” Gale chirped, causing Rosco to turn to look at him in surprise. “He’s so cute when he’s mad.”
“Gale… that’s all you, bro,” Rosco deadpanned.
“Hey!”
“The rest of us get fucked just by looking at Zanny. Dunno where your fear of god went but boy is it impressive,” Rosco continued, as Cass sat them up, knees still around Gale’s ribs.
“Hm,” Cass considered. “No, Gale’s right, he’s cutest when he’s mad.” Chin hooked over Gale’s shoulder, Cass’s eyes wandered up and down Zanny’s sinuous form appreciatively. “And then the moment he breaks and gives in… mm.”
“I can hear you, you know,” Zanny paused in sending Luci through the six stages of enlightenment to give a red-faced glare at Cass. “Don’t you start shit you don’t intend on finishing.”
“Who said we don’t?” Gale tossed over his shoulder, pulling Cass into a surprise thrust to punctuate his point, causing the elf to groan. “Unless you can’t handle two of us at the same time?”
Rosco, on the other hand, had a different takeaway. “Hold on a damn second, am I the dedicated bottom around here then?”
Cass looked at Rosco, then Zanny, then Luci in turn, as Gale grinded their hips together most distractingly. “Luci has definitely told me about at least one time you’ve made sweet and tender love-”
Luci’s hand shot out to grab Cass’s jaw, whining in embarrassment even as Zanny continued to rock him back and forth. “Please, I can- Shut up, Cass!”
“If you’re- hmph, aware enough to hear them gossip, I’m clearly not doing my job,” Zanny muttered in Luci’s ear, before flipping him to face himself and pushing down. Forehead to forehead, Zanny didn’t break eye contact as he re-entered Luci’s wet heat, growling under his breath. With a snap of his hips, and a yelp from Luci, Zanny honed in on the vampire’s reactions, hands buried in his hair and squeezing a hip.
“Do I have to remind you that you are mine, sweetling? No, you know that. Your legs part for me, your ass sucks me in like you want to be bred, this soft stomach of yours is twitching around my cock, isn’t it? Hmm, Luci? Sweet Luci?”
Luci whined and thrashed beneath him, only to settle on holding on tighter, wrapping his arms around Zanny’s shoulders and chanting “Yes, yes, yours, ‘m yours, breed me, breed me, give it!”
“God, they’re obscene,” Cass moaned, as Gale set a slow, luxuriating pace under him, holding Cass to his chest as he listened to the duo behind him with his eyes closed, sighing. A soft peck to his cheek made him smile, opening his eyes briefly to look at Rosco before he kissed him back tenderly.
“For the record, ‘Sco, if its you I don’t care if I’m fucking or fucked. If it’s any of you, really,” Gale mumbled, hands squeezing Cass’s shoulders, soft gaze in Rosco’s eyes. “Having you close- mm. Like this. That’s what gets me.”
Rosco laughed. “I was playing the bit. I don’t care either.” He kissed Gale again, hands rested lightly on Cass’s hips, rubbing the skin there affectionately. “I’m so lucky to be here.”
“Gale, hang on,” Cass whispered quietly, before easing himself off his dick with a squelch. He turned to face Rosco, a pout in place, as he climbed into the zombie’s lap. “We’re lucky to have you, shortsco,” he said as he shamelessly fished out Rosco’s hard-on from his pants, breathing heavily. “And how much you love us is the biggest fucking turn-on I’ve seen this week. If I really haven’t had your dick yet, lemme correct that shit.”
Holding back a terrified whimper, Rosco nodded silently as Cass lowered himself onto his length, the elf practically purring on his lap. “Ah- uh-huh. Whatever you want, Cassi. Fuck, how are you still so tight?”
-
Morning lit Gale’s cabin in a hazy blue light, lamp long burnt out and forgotten on his desk.
Four bodies sprawled in various directions across his bed, consistently butt-naked, each beloved deeply by the captain. He loved the graceful curve of Cass’s neck where he rested his head on Gale’s chest, as much as he loved Zander’s pleasant rump laid over his knees, as much as he loved Luci’s stray foot by his hand and Rosco’s mess of red hair hanging over the edge of the mattress. If he had any power over fate, Gale would choose to live in that moment forever, safe and sound with his most precious people in the world.
“Fucking… my back,” Luci groaned, a small whimper ceasing his attempt to sit up. “You animals.”
“You really weren’t complaining,” Rosco chimed, still face down over the edge of the mattress, not bothered by inability to breathe in the slightest. “I thought you were gonna rip my dick off.”
“Right?” Zanny sighed, gingerly turning to his side to face Rosco, lifting the boy’s neck and shuffling him inwards. “I’m the incubus, but you’re the one who was insatiable.”
“Damn, like it doesn’t take two to tango?” Luci giggled, misgivings forgotten. “Imma need to start asking you to pay rent with how long you spent up my ass.”
“Luci!”
“Shut the fuck up,” Cass growled, kicking Luci in the shin, eyes remaining closed. “We get it, you had sex.”
“Jealous?”
“I’d destroy you, vampire twink.”
“We can easily disprove that right here.”
“In combat, you fool!”
“I for one am game for being destroyed,” Gale piped, to Cass’s immediate retaliation, pinning the man to his pillow. “Oh, clearly I have miscalculated,” the captain declared cheerfully, shivering under Cass’s irate non-morning-person gaze. “But fuck, you’re so hot when you’re mad.”
“Never pinned you for being a cockhungry slut,” Cass growled, nipping sharply at Gale’s jaw, making him squeak. On Gale’s lap, Zanny squirmed immediately, letting out a breathless chuckle.
“My God, Cass, give this brat a moment to wake up,” Zanny drawled. “You have to know what you do to me when you talk like that.”
“You’re next,” was the only thing Cass said before he dove down Gale’s throat with his tongue and grabbed his legs, parting them without preamble.
“Holy shit,” Gale whispered between kisses, eyes wide as Cass manhandled him with unassuming strength, pulling him down the bed off his pillow so his lower back curled up to face his ass to the air. Luci gave the left cheek a slap and a fondle.
Rosco saw Gale’s expression and laughed, crawling up the bed to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Oh Captain, you are in for a treat.”
“Uh, you’re sure?”
“What’s the safe word, love?” Cass stroked his jaw gently, eyes soft.
Gale swallowed, finding himself nervous but overwhelmingly curious. “Uh. Pineapple.”
“And you made fun of me for it, look how the tables turn,” Zanny huffed.
“Good boy,” Cass said simply, tapping Gale’s cheek, before grabbing him behind both knees to thoroughly bend him in half, lowering his mouth to bite hard on a thigh.
“Haangh!?”
“Oh. That’s a new sound,” Zanny giggled with mirth, holding one of Gale’s hands in encouragement.
“Mn, these thighs could feed a village,” Cass muttered, sucking large hickeys all over the muscular expanse of Gale’s inner thighs, until the Captain’s feet were twitching and his dick leaking precum like drool.
“Dumb slut,” the elf hissed, landing a sharp hand on a buttock, squeezing harshly. “A little rough handling and your dick’s crying to be touched. Look at you. You’re trembling.”
Gale indeed was wracked with shivers, but his eyes were dry and hazy. He seemed to hesitate, looking away from Cass for a moment, before rolling his big green eyes at him and whispering “Y-yes, sir. ‘M your dumb slut.”
Cass’s pupils visibly dilated, staring at Gale’s face like he was the moon.
“Good boy,” Cass replied, reverently, as he took two fingers to Gale’s mouth, shoving them in none too gently, coating half his hand in viscous saliva. “You know your place.” He pumped his fingers in and out of Gale’s mouth, never breaking eye contact even as he hit Gale’s gag reflex and made his eyes water.
“Mm, what a good little hole. Zanny, keep his mouth company,” Cass said without looking away from Gale, as he withdrew his fingers to fondle his anus instead.
Predictably, Gale thrashed, needing Luci and Rosco to each hold a leg aside for Cass to make sweet love to his hole with his mouth and fingers. Zanny muffled his cries with deep, choking kisses, delighted with the sweet surrender he drew out of Gale with each lick.
“Look at him,” Cass squeezed a thigh affectionately. “Our perfect whore of a captain. He’d let us tie him up here and fuck him day in, day out if it were up to him.”
Gale clearly agreed, a desperate whine making it out between his and Zanny’s lips, managing to break away to look up at Cass with glassy eyes and beg. “Yes, yes sir, use your dumb slut,” he wriggled his ass on the sheets, streaks of lube and saliva staining the bedding. “M’ just a little hole to fuck, fuck me, use me, mm?”
Cass’s grip tightened to leave red marks, jaw set, eyes feral. He leaned down over Gale to reach his lips, Zanny watching the two with trepidation.
“You’re. Mine.” He took Gale in a single thrust, to a startled mewl from the captain but nothing more- not daring to protest in the face of Cass’s want. “Mm, perfect boy. Good boy.” Another thrust had Gale’s eyelids flutter, a soft “Ah” falling from his lips as he gripped at Zanny’s shoulder and Rosco’s thigh for grounding.
Cass fucked him deep and slow, never picking up speed, watching Gale’s sanity seem to slip before their eyes, tremors of pleasure firing up his body every now and then, accompanied by slutty moans. It drove Cass crazy to watch him start to drool, his eyes rolling back, neck falling slack as he fell apart to pleasure.
“Mmnnnn… mmm, yes, sir… So good…” Gale mumbled, as Zanny brushed his hair back to plant a kiss on his forehead, enamoured, heart full to see their captain utterly and truly drowned in pleasure, as he deserved.
“Ah- Ah!”
The loudest sound Gale had made yet was attributed to Rosco dipping his head between his legs to mouth at the tip of his dick, hollowing his cheeks as he laved down it’s length, humming contentedly. Cass threaded a gentle hand into his red hair, completely unlike the death grip he had on Gale’s hip. Rosco’s oral fixation was one of Cass’s weaknesses.
“Pretty Rosco,” Cass cooed, even as he continued to plunge his dick into Gale’s guts, not missing a beat even as he praised Rosco so tenderly. “My angel with the dirtiest mouth, look at the way that thick cock stretches your lips, pretty baby.”
Luci crawled over to watch, and cooed in turn. “Fuck, you’re so pretty, ‘Sco. What a sexy lil’ bitch you are sucking cock. I thought Cass was just whipped.”
“Mhmhm, no, Rosco is the real deal,” Zanny mumbled as he watched Rosco relax his throat and shove the rest of the captain’s dick down his throat, making Gale scream for the first time that morning. It looked like it shouldn’t have been possible, for that girthy length to disappear into his petite mouth- the vulgar noises that followed as Rosco bobbed his head made it clear that it was very much real.
“Fuck,” Cass muttered, finally picking up his pace, face red and eyes magnetised to Rosco’s form. “Fuck, that’s- your throat should be a crime. Fuck, you look so good, ‘Sco, fuck,” his voice cracked, out of breath, “You’ll ruin me, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Gale screamed in short yelps and cries for help even as Luci peppered his face with kisses, whispering praise and reassurance. The poor captain was being fucked out of his mind, and it wouldn’t surprise anyone if he were out for the count for the day.
Well, this time they could spend the day in his cabin together.