Erotic short. Fabien has been waiting to be touched all day.
Explicit M/M short between a cis ship captain and his trans boyfriend. Sugar daddy relationship, contains daddy kink, D/s, spanking, teasing, orgasm denial, begging, intercrural, punishment and reward.
Terms used for the trans man are tits, cunt, clit, lips.
He’s been waiting in the captain’s quarters all day, increasingly frustrated. He’d known Leon would be working, had known logically that that would be the case, and that it’s unusual for him to bring a partner along with him because there was so little time on the ship for leisure.
But he’s bored.
He’s been loafing around the captain’s quarters all day, not wanting to go out into the ship proper or into the galley to see anybody — everyone knows that Ted is Leon’s to play with, that he’s been brought onto the ship for Leon to play with, and no one’s been nasty, but everyone knows.
Except Leon, apparently.
This morning, Fabien had all but begged for Leon to fuck him, but although Leon had half woken up him in the morning, it had only been to slide a plug into him — it’s not too long but very wide, and Fabien knows it vibrates, but Leon had the remote. He’d thought Leon might surprise him with it, that he might set it vibrate throughout the day, make him suffer sweetly, but he hadn’t.
Probably too busy.
“Blythe says you haven’t been out of the cabin all day,” says Leon as he enters, already unbuttoning his shirt, and Fabien sits up from where he’s been watching something downloaded on his iPad because there’s no good internet whatsoever. “You feeling alright?”
“Yeah, yes, yes, I’m fine, I just thought you’d play with me, that’s all,” says Fabien. “With the remote. I was waiting.”
Leon lets out a low, amused sound. “Close the blinds,” he orders crisply, and Fabien obeys, rushing to put them closed as Leon undresses, and he can feel himself getting wet around the plug spreading his lips open already, and he’s eager, wants it, needs it. “I explained to you when I told you you could join me, Fabien, that when I’m sailing, I’m working. I don’t have time to fuss over you like I do when we’re on land.”
“I wasn’t expecting you to fuss over me,” say Fabien, pulling his shirt up and over his head and wriggling out of it immediately, moving forward to help Leon off with his shoes. “But you have the remote, and if you have the remote, and you’re not pushing any of the buttons, what’s the point in having it in?”
Leon grabs him by the hair and tilts his head back: Fabien gasps, looks up at him with wide eyes, going quiet.
“Does that mean you took it out?” Leon asks in a low, deliberate voice, abruptly sharp and stern.
“No, sir,” says Fabien.
“Good,” says Leon, and releases his grip.
Fabien shivers, clenching down around the plug and wriggling slightly as he unlaces Leon’s boots and sets them aside, and then reaches up to start on his belt buckle.
“Has it occurred to you,” asks Leon quietly, in that dangerous tone that curls around Fabien’s heart and plays it by the strings, “that perhaps I was teaching you to be patient, hm? That I want you to be a little less demanding?”
“I’m not trying to be demanding, Leon,” Fabien says, and he’s aware of the whine in his voice as he pulls Leon’s trousers down. He wants to throw them aside, but Leon is watching him, so he hurriedly folds them over and hangs them up on the waiting hanger. “But I’m horny, I have a hot daddy who just looks so sexy in his uniform and I just need to be fucked, please — ”
Leon grabs him by the lips, squeezes his clit in the sandwich of them and rolls it between his thumb and fingers, as he pushes Fabien back toward the bed, and Fabien cries out from low in his throat, setting his palms against Leon’s chest to keep himself balanced.
“Daddy,” Fabien says breathlessly, “Daddy, please, please fuck me, I just need it, I want it — ”
“Shut up,” comes Leon’s crisp instruction, and Fabien closes his mouth but rolls his hips into Leon’s hands at the same time. Leon taps his fingertips against the base of the plug, and Fabien groans. “I want you to listen to me, kitten, can you do that for Daddy?”
Fabien shifts impatiently on his feet, nodding his head and trying his best to hold his tongue as Leon sucks his fingers into his mouth and then slides them over where Fabien’s lips are spread wide around the plug, pressing on the skin where it’s tender and a little raw from him wanting all day and not touching himself because he hadn’t been told to.
“I have had a very long, stressful day,” says Leon, beginning to tug and pull at his clit and making Fabien hiss sharply through his teeth as Leon jerks him off between thumb and forefinger. “What I want is to come back into my cabin, get out my frustrations, and go to sleep. That’s why I brought you with me, isn’t it?”
Fabien shudders, and nods, clenching around the plug as he feels his orgasm coil up tighter and tighter in the base of his belly.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me? Be Daddy’s good kitten?”
“Yes,” Fabien says eagerly, “yes, yes, please, I can be — Daddy, no!”
That earns him a sharp slap on the arse, but it’s not fair, that he’s been waiting desperately all day and then Leon jerks him off almost all the way and then stops.
“Behave,” growls Leon, grabbing him by the tits this time and manhandling them, massaging and pulling slightly at them in a way that makes Fabien moan, because it feels good, but not nearly good enough that he can come. “I told you, kitten, I want you to help me relax.”
“Why can’t you relax and let me come?” Fabien demands, and Leon looks at him so coldly that as hot as it is, it makes Fabien wither slightly.
“Over the desk,” says Leon crisply, and Fabien rushes to obey, bends himself over the hard surface. The captain’s quarters are better off than most of the crew quarters on the ship, that Fabien knows — he has a proper bed instead of a bunk, and although it’s still cramped, there’s enough space for Fabien to bend over the desk once the chair is pushed out of the way.
He’s expecting a spanking, and he wants it, knows it’ll be good with the plug in him, but it doesn’t come: Leon takes the bottle of lube from his desk drawer and drizzles some over his arse, smears his fingers through it and presses and pulls at Fabien’s arsehole, tugs and drags at the muscle in a way that makes Fabien whine, and then he puts his fingers lower, tickling his inner thighs.
“Daddy,” Fabien groans, spreading his legs wider apart. “Daddy, please, I want your cock, please — ”
“Knees together,” orders Leon, and Fabien obeys, gripping hard at the edge of the desk even as he pushes his hips back into Leon’s fingers.
Leon’s cock, fat and wet at the head, falls between Fabien’s arsecheeks, and he gasps in a desperate sound, eager, as Leon presses his head against Fabien’s hole, pressing against the muscle and sliding it forward —
And then doesn’t actually fuck him.
He just nudges his cockhead against the muscle, prods at it, and then pulls it back, squeezing Fabien’s cheeks together for him to fuck between, and Fabien groans in frustration.
“Daddy,” he groans. “Daddy, fuck me, please, I’m ready, I want it, I want it — ”
“Hush,” says Leon, pulls back, and fucks his cock between Fabien’s thighs. Fabien automatically moves to part his legs, but Leon slaps him hard when he tries, and makes him put his knees back together. Leon’s cock, fat and hot and slick, slides between his thighs, fucking between them and rubbing against his lips, his clit, but it’s a strange, indirect frottage, and he shifts on the desk.
“Daddy — ”
“Hush,” Leon growls, loudly this time, and Fabien’s mouth shuts immediately, but he buries his face in the crook of his arm as Leon fucks between his thighs. It must feel good, because Leon is moaning low in his throat, and breathing heavily as his cock slides in and out of the tight, lubed channel made between Fabien’s thighs. Every now and then he drags and prods at Fabien’s clit and it feels good, but it’s not direct enough, not regular enough, and even though Leon’s stomach is nudging the plug into him, it’s not enough.
When Leon comes, it’s messy, hot wetness over Fabien’s clit, his lips, and it’s hot, it’s good, because, but although Leon rubs it in, squeezes it around his clit, he doesn’t play at it.
“Good boy,” says Leon. “Come on. Let’s shower before bed, get that plug out of you.”
“I haven’t come,” Fabien complains.
“You haven’t earned it. And you won’t be coming, kitten, until you can learn to behave.”
He’s so frustrated he almost cries.
“But, Daddy — ”
“If you’re good for me tonight,” says Leon sharply, “you get to come tomorrow. If you’re bad, I don’t know when I’ll let you.”
Fabien’s eyes are watering, but Leon doesn’t budge as he pushes him into the tight little shower booth with him, and lukewarm water rushes over them both.
He squirms a little once they’re in bed, tries his best, but one slap to his cunt shuts him up, stings enough that he goes quiet and obedient, and it is hot, because he’s always liked that Leon is bigger than him, that he’s older, that he’s stern and he’ll tell Fabien what to do, but Fabien likes being a toy best when he’s played with —
But he’s good.
He’s good.
And then next morning, he wakes to the plug sliding into him again, vibrating as hard as it can, so hard he feels it in his organs and feels his teeth chatter, and Leon’s lips wrapping around his clit.
He screams so loudly they can probably hear it in the bilges, and Leon doesn’t stop to go to work until he’s come three times.
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