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when he gives you a kiss right after you swallowed his cum >>>>

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interlocking fingers while fucking >>>>

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Your moans make me wilder...

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Be Still My Throbbing Cock

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Hans hadn't needed years of practice to know exactly how to make the hair on the back of Eric's neck rise, but he had it anyway. Eric looked forward to the idea of not walking for a while, damn the consequences when that actually came to pass.

"You consider my pain plenty when it's your hand spanking my ass," Eric laughed, reclining back, and letting Hans feel exactly where his breath hitched down his chest and abdomen. "Not that I'm complaining--"

Everything happened at once. Eric's cock strained against his trousers when Hans's hands reached for his waist, and Eric was about to reach down to help slip the clothes off when Hans did the job for him. In one motion Hans left Eric bare.

"Oh, you were waiting to do that, weren't you?"

But Eric had no time to say anything else, as the first kiss Hans gave him stole away any words he had left. He uttered a needy little hum instead, running a hand through Hans's hair and gripping steadily harder the closer his lover grew to exactly where Eric needed, until he held his breath in anticipation of feeling so heavenly--

And Eric fell for it, again, as he did almost every time this ginger bastard threatened him with a good orgasm. He gripped his lover's hair a little more tightly and uttered a strained sound between a whine and a growl, considering whether or not he felt above begging so soon.

"And your spoils want you so much it hurts," Eric breathed out, answering his own question as soon as the thought hit his mind.

"Oh yes, I caught you—which means I'm fucking you, and if I do my job well, you won't walk for a while. But I am not some monster who won't consider your pain after poking your eye with my cock," Hans laughs.

Hans placed his hands on Eric's chest, running them up and down his torso—first with firm pressure, then tracing a single finger along the ridges of his ribs and defined abdomen. His hands moved to Eric's pants and, gripping them by the waist, he ripped them off.

They were ruined anyway from their earlier adventuring—might as well use them as a prop.

He knelt, kissing Eric's calves, thighs, and inner thighs, inching closer to his goal. Like a shark looming over unsuspecting prey, he put on a show. His goal was for Eric to see him, to anticipate what was coming. He imagined Eric's mouth running dry as he leaned in near the reddened tip, blowing hot air against it. "Oh, Eric," he chuckled darkly. "If only you weren't so naïve. What makes you think I'm here for your pleasure?" he purred.

"I won, and to the victor go the spoils." And his spoil was seeing Eric's reactions—being the cause of each and every one.

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"So your cock and your ego need the same things," Eric laughed, licking his lip, "a good stroking and my depth perception."

He imagined he'd have that back once Hans led him to the cabin, and had all but one moment to contemplate his frustrating lack of arousal. Then Hans pinched his backside and Eric sucked in a sudden breath, uttering what he'd intended to be a surprised noise but came out as a stifled moan Eric cut off far too soon.

And by the time Hans returned with the water, Eric was already feeling his trousers grow just a bit tighter. If Hans hadn't been there to help him with his eye, he'd have been far too distracted by his own erection and rushed through the process. Eric pulled off his boots and sat back on the bed at the first sign of Hans's invitation.

"Make it up to--me? You caught me, didn't you?" Eric reclined back on the pillows, every bit the prize Hans had so fairly won.

More than fairly, given Eric had technically cheated. He doubted he'd ever get that shirt back.

Eric grinned, purring, "If that's what you'll do to me, then I surrender."

Hans bit his lip. "Come on, you tease, let's wash your eye first—I don't want you unable to admire all of my beauty, and you can't do that if one of your eyes is broken," he teased, leading Eric back to the cabin while taking the opportunity to pinch his derriere.

Once inside, Hans found the cleanest drinking water he could to wash Eric's eye and make sure he was alright. "Come on, get on the bed. I'll make it up to you for ruining your moment."

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From Eric's good eye he saw the light coming out from the bottom of the barrel. And despite trying to slip out gracefully, he spilled out onto the floor instead, rolling on his back with his hand still covering one eye.

"And I didn't think you'd just shove your cock in so fast. I got what you were doing but what did you expect me to do first when you opened the cork?"

Eric sighed, appreciating the genuine concern, but other than a growing irritation and a wilted erection, Eric was no worse for wear.

He uncovered his eye, which watered a little when he did so but didn't feel any worse than twitchy. It felt worse to peel his bare, sweaty torso off the wooden deck and stumble up to meet his lover's two good eyes. He let the other man examine him in a way that, to Eric's frustration, did nothing for his arousal.

"All right, fine. We can go get some water."

He turned his head to kiss Hans's palm, but this didn't sate Eric enough for the moment they had. So he kissed the pad of his lover's thumb, and then took it in his mouth, sucking only gently enough to remind Hans of what he might be missing once they did finish what they started.

"Oh my god, Eric, are you okay?" Hans asked, worry evident in his voice as he quickly removed his cock from the barrel, tilting it gently so the lid would loosen, allowing Eric to exit.

He fussed over his partner, his face filled with contrition. "I didn’t think you’d peek," he said, exasperated. "Why did you? I sang an entire song about blowing it—didn't it occur to you I was trying to hint at something?" He chastised the dark-haired man, his tone a mix of concern and mild frustration.

"Let me see," Hans continued, panic creeping into his voice. "Oh god, what am I going to do if people start calling you ‘Eric-One-Eye’ because of me?" He was genuinely worried.

"Maybe we need to wash it… I mean, we’ve been running, and it was sweaty," he added, trying to focus on practical solutions despite his nervousness.

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Eric fiddles with his collar, the heat rising in his face. "Oh--oh, you'd like--?"

In order to see over his shoulder, Ariel jumps right up on her husband's back with enough force for him to stumble a little before he adjusts his arms and she wraps her legs around his waist. "Yes, please!"

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"You're never going to let me live that down, are you?"

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@umbravitium: the 🍑 triangle

Cold nights meant hot baths, this time with company. This had been far from the first time the three of them had shared a washroom, but it was the first time Ariel remembered happening before they'd gotten themselves sweaty and sore enough to need a wash in the first place. She imagined that might happen eventually, but they could relax first.

The pleasant smell of steam filled her, and she stopped to enjoy the sensation, while her husband had already busied himself with slipping off his shirt. She could wait a moment and admire the view, couldn't she? She couldn't help it--as a mermaid, she'd had no idea of the views she was missing, but her husband had one to die for, especially his backside. Ariel glanced over and it seemed like Hans had the same idea.

"Eric stares at yours just like you're doing," Ariel leaned in to conspire, giggling a little. "He's very handsome, isn't he?"

Eric didn't even bother looking back as he held his cummerbund in his hand. "I heard that!"

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TMI under the cut

There's a part of fic I'm writing that very much mixes sex and wanton violence that I've been having trouble getting into the headspace with and wouldn't you know, my vibrator died on the edge of an orgasm and I want to rip apart everyone on this planet with my teeth.

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If she’s sad, give her a shoulder to put her legs on

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Eric wiggled in the barrel enough that he could hug his knees, but didn't have room for much else. He held his breath as footsteps echoed on the floor in front of him. Then they stopped, and Eric waited.

But suddenly the world shook and gravity reversed, sending him toppling headlong in a scramble of his own body inside the vessel. He kicked up the bottom (top) of the barrel to no avail.

"Damn it, Hans--hey!" He yelled, banging on the wooden walls with what little room he had for his fist. But of course Hans ignored him.

Eric groaned, shimmying a little to each side, listening to Hans sing him a sea shanty as he finally got upright again, this time on his knees. With the lid of the barrel underneath him, he wasn't leaving any time soon, and had to suffer through the sea shanty while wiping sweaty hair off his face and getting his bearings.

He ran his hand along the barrel and felt cork blocking a hole. He peered closer, preparing to pop it off himself, but Hans did it for him and light poured in. Eric drew his face closer to see where he was and--

"--ow! That was my eye!" Eric recoiled, covering his eye with hsi hand before realizing that cold sensation that poked right in his face was none other than his lover's piercing. His only piercing.

"You shoved your cock in my eye!"

"Your ass is mine!" Hans called back, because, what was a sailor without some call and response? That was the bread and butter of a sea shanty and a good foreplay session.

Hans was hot on his trail, cussing, puffing hissing, he followed the muddy trail Eric left behind until he got to the ship's deck by the time he got there water had dried up but, the crew did indeed rat Eric out. once he found the barrel, he smiled for Eric had made a terrible miscalculation one of which Hans planned to take full advantage.

The barrel had a lid that Hans guessed Eric put in himself as part of his disguise which might seem smart, except, that allowed Hans to turn the barrel on its head, essentially trapping Eric. This particular barrel had a hole covered with a cork, he was not sure what it was used before but Hans knew exactly what he would use it for now.

After surely and quite literally shaking Eric's world and turning it upside down and not in the way he wanted, Hans began to sing a sea shanty. It was seemingly an innocent song about fish but Hans was putting a certain inflection when he sang the part of the winds blowing.

And there, as Eric might have guessed the cork was removed, and in came Hans' semi, "You heard the song, boy, to the winners go the spoils."

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"now bend over and let me use you."