Quiet Command

Erotic short. A ship’s captain wakes his lover and teases him before he offers satisfaction.

1.5k, rated E, cis M/trans M. More of Ian Chisholm and Lluw, who were first in Sleeping Beauty! Mild somnophilia, some D/s, a lot of frottage and grinding, teasing, begging, role switching, and PIV sex.

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It’s late in the evening, and when Ian comes to bed Lluw has been dozing for some hours with his book set aside, collapsed into the pillows. He’s naked beneath the blankets, of course, and when Ian slides into bed with him he’s wearing his night shirt, hikes it up to bare his cock to work with.

“Mm,” Lluw hums sleepily as he feels himself pushed over and onto his back, his head tipping back into the soft, stacked wonder of the pillows behind him. He opens his eyes, however blearily, and with the scant moonlight coming in through the window as the ship sails on, he sees Ian above him as naught more than a big, muscled shadow. “Ian?”

He can barely make out the man’s features in the dark, but he can see something stormy in them in stark contrast to the pleasant calm outside, the swell of the waves gentle and rocking beneath them. Ian’s eyes glint with want as he parts Lluw’s thighs, a fire showing in them, and Lluw’s breath hitches in his throat. It might be fair to say that while Captain Chisholm might be Master and Commander of this vessel, Lluw is Master and Commander of him, and yet at this moment he doesn’t feel like he has any particular mastery or command over the man. A hot flush is beginning to creep over his skin, the heat in Ian’s eyes contagious, and Lluw gasps when Ian’s cock drops between his legs.

It’s a heavy weight, a gentle thud as it drops against Lluw’s own cock and sends a thrill through him; Ian’s big hands are sliding up Lluw’s thighs and coming to grasp at the underside of his knees, pushing them up.

Lluw whimpers as he’s tilted backward, gripping at the underside of his pillow.

“Ian?”

Ian thrusts savagely between his legs, a rough slide of his cock against Lluw’s, and Lluw yelps. “Is that any way to speak to your captain, young man?” he asks in a rumble, and Lluw laughs breathlessly, feeling rather dizzied by this sort of treatment, this sort of speech, from Ian when he’s only just woken up.

This sort of mood is quite rare from the man, and Lluw delights in the surprise of it — Ian has always been tended to the taciturn throughout the time Lluw has known him, and while it would be wrong to call the man easygoing, he typically lets Lluw lead their interactions, which Lluw rather likes, but this? Oh, yes. Lluw likes this, too.

“Oh,” Lluw gasps out, his eyes fluttering closed and his body shuddering as Ian continues to grind his cock between his legs — he’s already entirely hard and wet at his head, and some of his pre gives a little extra lubrication for his way as he keeps up his sliding thrusts. The pressure on Lluw’s cock is wonderful, as is the friction between his lips and against them as the head of Ian’s cock comes up between them.

It nudges against his hole where he’s open and a little bit wet already, a sudden push and pressure, and his whole body freezes as he anticipates the rest of the stretch, more, but it doesn’t come.

Ian pulls his cock away and thrusts against him, his cock made slicker with Lluw’s own wetness, and Lluw can’t help the wail that comes out of his throat.

“Captain,” he says breathlessly, “Captain, please, I want it.”

“What do you want?” asks Ian in immediate reply, and fuck, but Lluw is getting wetter by the minute, can feel the blood rushing downward, can feel his cock swelling a bit more, can feel his lips swelling and opening further outward. The wetter he gets, the more he aches to be filled, and yet it still doesn’t come, Ian’s wet cock sliding and thrusting only against him, grinding the two of them together, but with his hands under Lluw’s knees Lluw has no option to grind or thrust back, can only be an object acted upon.

“I want your cock,” Lluw says, almost whines, and Ian’s laugh is a wonderful thing, rich and low and so condescending that it makes him shiver. “Captain, Captain, please, I want it, I need it, I’m so hungry for it, won’t you give it to me?”

“You have my cock between your legs already,” says Ian snidely, and Lluw’s lips quiver, his whole cunt throbbing as his hips give a little jerk. He’s clenching down, can feel his own cock jumping as he aches to thrust up and against Ian’s cock. He’s so wet now he’s dripping, and Ian’s cock keeps smearing through it so that there’s slick all over his lips, around his entrance, around his cock. The wetness is frustrating, lowers how much of a drag and pull it is against him as Ian thrusts against him, and Lluw is whining nearly constantly now, every breath accompanied with a moan or a sound of want. “Is that not enough for you, young man?” Fuck, why should it make him shudder like that, Ian calling him that? Not boy, not lad, but young man, a pretence of politeness laid overtop of what they both know is filthy? “Are you greedy? Is your cunt hungry for something more?”

“Captain, don’t tease, don’t tease,” Lluw chokes out, clenching hard and trying to work himself to orgasm even without more friction, more tension. He can feel it on the distant horizon but it’s so fucking far away, and he’s distracted by the ache in his cunt, his craving to be properly filled, to be fucked. “Please, please, give it to me — ”

“You have it,” says Ian, sing-song.

“In me,” Lluw snaps, and Ian laughs and leans in and catches him in a kiss, rough and hungry, and Lluw’s anger slips away from him at the weight of Ian’s body over his, the way his cockhead is prodding and nudging at his hole again but still not pressing in. “In me,” Lluw moans again when Ian pulls back. “In me, in me, Captain, please, please just fuck me, don’t be cruel, please — ”

Ian prods forward again, and this time he doesn’t stop: he sheaths himself in Lluw in one hard thrust, and kisses him so that Lluw’s scream doesn’t wake the rest of the ship.

He’s suddenly crammed full, Ian’s huge cock spearing him open, and he’s so sensitive already, so worked up, that there’s no choice, no consideration, even: he’s coming, his whole body jerking, and Ian is laughing again as he continues to plunge into him, fuck him through it.

He’s scrabbling at the sheets, at the pillow, his body arching into Ian’s; Ian collapses on top of him so that Lluw is trapped under his weight, and as he rocks into him, Lluw reaches up and touches his body, his hands up and over his back, mouths lovingly at the side of his neck.

“Thank you,” he gasps out; Ian’s elbows are against the pillows now, framing Lluw in, and Lluw wraps his legs around Ian’s thighs, pulling him in tighter. “Thank you, darling, that’s it, you’ve been so cruel, made me come so hard. Thank you, Captain, yes, yes, that’s it, let me feel you, won’t you let me feel you? I want so badly to feel you come, fy nghalon, f’anwylyd, please — ”

Ian’s groan is beautiful in his ear as his cock pulses, buried in him and so hot, his come deep inside Lluw as he comes himself.

Lluw is breathing heavily, and he smiles as he feels Ian come back to himself, relaxes on top of him: when Lluw’s hands come to touch the sides of his cheeks, cupping them, Ian turns his head into Lluw’s touch, kisses the heel of one of his hands.

“What on Earth inspired that?” asked Lluw, and he felt Ian’s smile even though he couldn’t well see it in the dark.

“I’ve been craving you since dawn this morning,” said Ian quietly, one of his hands smoothing down Lluw’s side. “I want to sleep with my cock buried in you tonight. You might be my blanket.”

“Oh, might I?” asks Lluw, but he feels a wonderful rush in him, feels happy and loved and wonderful. “Very well, Captain. So long as I can have a piss first.”

“No,” says Ian mock-commandingly. “You must hold it until morn.”

“I’ll piss on you,” Lluw threatens, and Ian laughs, rolling off of him. “I love you very much, you know.”

“I love you,” says Ian immediately: his voice is so intense in the darkness that it might as well be the only thing in the whole world, and Lluw’s heart flutters in his chest. “With all my heart.”

Lluw smiles, rubbing at his blushing cheek, and stumbles to the head.