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Eren brought the bottle of the best dark Jamaican rum to his lips and gulped the caramel, smoky liquor until he ran out of breath. Its sweet chocolate flavor slid down his throat with a burn.
He put the bottle back on the table, and sprawled comfortably over his bed, then grabbed a fistful of red, silken hair, pulling a pale, pretty boy’s face closer to his.
“What’s your name again?” Eren pressed his chest to the planes of the boy’s back and unbuttoned his thin, muslin shirt. His palm slid under the fabric and found a little, sensitive nipple. He rolled its perky tip between his fingers, and the boy’s body arched. “Pretty boy.”
“Floch Forster.” A sigh came from his mouth, and Eren leaned over, claiming it with a devouring kiss. He pushed his ruthless tongue past Floch’s half-opened, pouty lips, thrusting and swiping it around, hungry for the sweet, innocent boy’s taste. Eren pinched Floch’s nipple, and a moan built in his throat, muffled by Eren’s tongue filling his mouth. Breathless, Eren broke the kiss but, pulling away, bit Floch’s lower lip.
“Floch Forster,” he said, repeating the name, teasing and toying with Floch’s stiff nipple. He slipped his other palm under the sheets and further between Floch’s legs.
Freedom, Eren’s brigantine sitting quietly in the calm waters of Nassau Harbour, rocked with the rhythm of the tide, and dim candlelight cast long, shivering shadows over the wooden walls of his cabin. Eren’s hips bucked, and his cock pressed between Floch’s plump arse cheeks. He wrapped his fingers over the soft flesh of Floch’s dick, and it came alive in Eren’s palm, a couple of pulls enough to make it hard.
“Tell me, lad…” He breathed against the pallid skin of Floch’s neck. “Do you like being with a man like that? Have a strong, hard man enter you from behind?” Floch’s breath hitched, and Eren’s cock throbbed. “A hard, thick man fill the little hole of yours completely?”
Floch’s head bobbed eagerly. His chest heaved, and he swallowed several times with loud clicks.
“Good.” Eren released Floch’s cock and nipple and reached out for a small vial. “Because that’s exactly what I am going to do to you; the great pirate Eren Yeager is going to ravage and fill that little booty of yours.”
Eren uncorked the vial, and an aromatic scent of rose oil wafted around his quarters. Eren’s favorite. He bit back a smirk. Freedom’s surgeon, Armin Arlert, would find out and lose his shit finding out his captain had once again helped himself to his medicine chest. No regrets, though. Not a fan of alternatives—lard or spit—Eren didn’t give a damn about his blond surgeon’s cute little pout. Nothing he couldn’t fix later, showing Armin the proper use of his scented oils in his cabin. A snort came out of his mouth when he thought about the surgeon’s cute booty.
Eren dipped two fingers into the vial, scooping up a generous amount of oil, and smeared it over his fingertips. The oil coated his dick with a thick layer of pleasurable sensations as Eren stroked himself to his full hardness. He massaged another helping of oil around Floch’s arsehole, pressing and kneading the tight muscles until they gave in to his touch. Floch opened up, and Eren’s fingers slipped in, rubbing against Floch’s flesh.
“Handsome, me boy… relax even more.” Eren caught the skin on Floch’s shoulder with his teeth, then sucked on it until leaving a love mark. He made a fist around Floch’s cock, and moved it up and down, fast and hard, until Floch was writhing against Eren’s body, whimpering and pleading, his fair skin coated with sweat and pink with arousal.
Desire lit up in Eren’s body, and the blood throbbed in his dick. He withdrew his fingers and massaged the opening muscles around Floch’s arsehole with his thumb. Floch sighed and whined, rubbing himself over Eren’s touch, and his chest heaved. “Very good, Floch, very good.”
With his heart pounding, Eren spread another layer of oil over the head of his cock, and pressed it against Floch’s sphincter muscles, now wide and eager. The glistening head entered quickly and disappeared in Floch’s hole, the warmth of Floch’s insides welcoming and arousing. Eren’s groin pushed forward, and his cock slid deeper. Floch curled against Eren’s body, breathing hard.
Eren hooked his hand under Floch’s underarm, reaching out for Floch’s pecs, squeezing them together, and kneading. A throaty moan came out of Floch’s mouth when Eren pinned Floch’s nipple between his finger and pinched its sharp tip.
A mind-blowing shudder shot through Eren’s body, and his hips bucked as he picked up the pace, slamming against Floch’s cheeks with a slick sound echoing in the cabin. Pulse pounded in Eren’s ears, and his teeth sank into the softness of the skin on Floch’s nape; his eye patch shifted as his face grazed against Floch’s shoulder blades.
A pair of heavy boots approached the captain’s quarters, and a hard, rapid knock on the closed doors startled them both. Eren’s thrusts slowed down. A pouty sigh ripped out of Floch’s throat.
“Fookin’. Who’s that?” Sex and want tinted Eren’s voice, and it came out huskily. His hand slid to Floch’s hip and clenched on the soft flesh, holding him still. He pulled out gently. The head of his dick was still buried in Floch’s ass, Floch’s body fragile against his chest.
A rusty door handle grunted, then fell down with a loud squeak. Jean Kirstein, Freedom’s quartermaster, Eren’s right hand, and the only man he’d ever fully trusted, appeared in the door’s crack. After swiping his gaze swiftly over Eren’s desk, mussed bed, and crumpled sheets covering them both, he stormed into the cabin, not giving a single fuck that Eren had company in his bed.
“I see you are enjoin’ yourself.” A snort came out of the quartermaster’s mouth, and he shifted his eyes towards to bottle of rum. “And breaking your own rules.” A clack of Jean’s tongue echoed in the wooden cabin as his inquiring eyes wandered, stopping on the booze of Eren’s captain’s desk. “I thought you knew better than this.”
He leaned against Eren’s captain’s desk and took a swig from the opened bottle of rum. Eren snorted.
“Dark, Jamaican rum. Exquisite, my hearty,” Jean said, taking another gulp. “What do you find so amusing? And most importantly, who’s the new boy that has earned Eren Yeager’s attention?”
The question sounded genuine, but there was a hint of teasing sarcasm in the undertone of Jean’s voice that raised the hair along Eren’s skin and set his instincts on fire.
“Picked him up on our last loot. With the pure Queen’s English accent, the boy begged to spare his life.” Eren’s laughter filled his cabin as he slid his palm over Floch’s chest and cupped one of his pecs, weighting it between his fingers; Jean squinted. “Even wanted to pay us to let him join us, poor lad. How sweet is that?” He traced his tongue over Floch’s creamy neck; Jean’s dazzling gaze followed his every move.
“And so you turned him into your personal cabin boy so fast? A matelot? Is it official already, or are you just foolin’ around?” A huff came out of Jean’s mouth. “Eren, for fook sake… have some self-control.”
“Since you didn’t accept the offer…” Eren licked his mouth, then pulled Floch closer to his body, his fingers digging into the flesh of Floch’s chest. A faint grimace rolled over Jean’s face, their eyes linked in a burning staring contest.
“I’m not your servant, Yeager.” A hiss came out of Jean’s mouth.
Eren’s lips pressed into a tight line.
“No… Kirstein. But we could share him if you desire. Lad be pretty.” With another burst of throaty laugh, Eren kicked out the sheets covering them to the floor, exposing Floch’s naked body.
Floch opened his mouth, but Eren acted faster, sliding his palm over Floch’s face and covering his mouth before he could make a sound, then grabbed his cock and stroked it back to hardness. His dick throbbed with excitement in Floch’s ass.
Jean shrugged, but he shot Floch a narrow, heavy-lidded look, his gaze exploring.
“What do you say?” Eren squinted his good eye and studied Jean’s face through the fringe of his eyelashes. He moistened his lips with his tongue.
Jean inhaled sharply and kicked off his boots. He grinned and grabbed his crotch and a thrill shot through Eren’s veins.
“Fine.” Jean shed his clothes as he walked towards Eren’s bed; his broad chest was on display, and the fine muscles of his abs rippled with his every step. Eren clicked his tongue in approval, and Floch whimpered softly into Eren’s palm, covering his mouth as Jean palmed himself, his cock growing hard before he closed the distance, bobbing between Jean’s massive thighs thanks to its sheer weight and gravity. “But my rules.”
“Aye, aye.” Eren’s body trembled with excitement, and he pressed his chest closer to Floch’s shoulder blades. His hungry loins began thrusting again.
Fetching the vial with the scented oil off the table, Jean climbed onto the bed, sliding behind Eren’s back. The rose aroma filled the room again, mixing with the sweat and hormones, and Jean’s slicked-out palm slipped into Eren’s ass crack.
A grunt formed inside Eren’s throat and ripped out of his mouth. Jean’s touch over his sphincter muscle was rough, pressing, and incredibly effective, and soon a current of pleasure ripped through Eren’s body when Jean’s fingers filled his ass and swept over the most sensitive spot.
Eren’s hips pressed harder into Floch’s ass, and his dick slid back and forth, gaining speed. A wave of heat rolled over his body, and sweat broke into Eren’s forehead and chest. Floch back arched, and pants mixed with soft cries came out of his mouth.
Jean rotated his fingers, and Eren’s whole body clenched; his knees buckled, and his thighs trembled. His good eyelid squeezed shut, and his loins slammed into Floch’s ass. The mix of grunts, moans, and skin smacking against skin crawled into the cabin air.
“Fook!” A curse escaped Eren’s mouth as Jean replaced his skillful fingers with the head of his dick, setting Eren’s body on fire and filling his asshole with the delightful thickness of his cock.
The three of them found the steady, fast rhythm, the relentless pounding of hard dicks into well-oiled holes, remorseless and burning with the need for release. Jean rested his forehead against Eren’s shoulder, his shallow, hot breath mixed with the guttural growls brushed against Eren’s skin.
“Harder, Jean. Deeper.” The hoarse tone of his own voice surprised Eren as he begged for mercy. His skin was sizzling, the ending of his nerves tingling, inflamed, his senses on the verge of pleasure. The rush of blood to his dick buzzed, and the rapid strokes of Jean’s dick penetrating his ass sent waves of pleasure, spreading from a taut place deep inside Eren like wildfire.
A sudden tremble squeezed Floch’s body, and his sphincter muscles clenched around Eren’s invading cock; precisely at the same time, the head of Jean’s cock hit him hard, and Eren’s body snapped in half in an earth-shattering orgasm. The stars burst in Eren’s mind, and he emptied his balls into the depth of Floch’s ass, then collapsed into Floch’s back, pushing him deeper into the bed.
Jean pulled out before his thrusts had grown uncomfortable. He knew Eren’s body well.
“Move over. I’m going to finish him.” Jean grabbed Eren’s hips and pushed him away from Floch. Eren’s breath caught in his throat; Jean’s commanding tone poured into his core, mixing with a warm, exhausted feeling after the ravaging climax. They swapped positions; Eren wrapped his arms around Jean’s chest and rested his chin over Jean’s shoulder, listening to his hasty breathing and the wild race of Jean’s heart galloping in his ribcage.
Jean spread Floch’s arse cheeks, and the droplets of Eren’s semen trickled from his reddened hole down his arse-crack and onto his thigh. The slick head of Jean’s dick disappeared into Floch’s sphincter muscle, and the slapping of Jean’s hips against Floch’s skin grazed pleasantly against Eren’s ears.
Eren ran his palms up Jean’s chest, tracing the hard ridges of his pecs with his fingers, then squeezed them, his fingernails digging into the flesh until Jean hissed, and a smirk crawled upon Eren’s lips. He teased Jean’s nipples, circling them with his fingertips until they perked up. A curse ripped out of Jean’s throat, along with a deep sigh of pleasure when Eren rolled the marble hard tips between his thumbs and forefingers.
Floch and Jean lost their rhythm, and Jean’s thrusts became chaotic and hasty. They both had to be close. Jean rolled his hips, and Floch came with a helpless cry, spilling his seed all over the sheets. Jean silenced him with a hard, ruthless kiss, then pulled out.
Eren licked his lips. Jean was still hard; he hadn’t climaxed yet. Floch eagerly turned around and slid his palm between Jean’s legs.
“That’s mine.” Eren slapped Floch’s hand away from Jean’s dick, and Floch scurried to the edge of the bed. Before Jean said anything, Eren flipped him over and positioned himself between Jean’s spread-out thighs.
He opened the vial with a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. Pressing his palm to Jean’s chest, he scooped the remaining oil and found Jean’s arsehole with his fingertips.
“You fancy that, big boy?” He pressed two fingers against the puckered muscles, grazing Jean’s balls with his thumb.
Jean’s abs rippled as Eren circled the sensitive hole. He slid his fingers up and down, teasing Jean’s hole, and his muscle twitched, then gave in easily when Eren’s slipped them inside, stroking and rubbing.
Jean’s head fell backward with a low growl, and Eren picked up the pace. He wrapped his other palm around Jean’s cock and gave its length a couple of strong pulls. The inside of Jean’s thighs trembled, and Eren pulled Jean’s leg up his shoulder for better access.
Floch watched them with his golden, shimmering eyes wide open and his lips glistening with wetness. Eren leaned over and planted a soft kiss on the inside of Jean’s thigh, then sucked on it, leaving a sweet, bruised love mark over Jean’s skin.
He switched his movement, rotating his fingers, and a convulsing wave raked through Jean’s body. His grunting caught in his throat, and his eyes rolled back as he came, squirting his seed over his stomach and Eren’s palm. The heavy scent hung low above their heads.
Eren snuggled against Jean’s chest, nesting against the crook of Jean’s arm. He took Jean’s nipple into his mouth and sucked on it.
“Come here, boy,” Jean said, his finger crooked in Floch’s direction. “And bring the rum.”