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OffGun+ April Drabbles: Spicy Edition

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Off had no idea how much strength was held in Gun’s small, lithe body, but he was pleasantly surprised--almost frightened--by Gun’s power after Gun had him tied to the bed, stripped.

Off tugs at his wrists. There’s enough give for the situation to not be painfully uncomfortable...but not enough for him to attempt escape.

Gun is still wearing most of his own clothes, although it being the middle of the night, it’s not the proper captain’s attire Off has become accustomed to. He strokes his fingers up and down Off’s thighs teasingly, then brushes fingertips featherlight over Off’s aching cock.

“What are you going to do to me, Captain?” Off asks, as if this isn’t what he’d been fantasizing about since they’d captured him.

“Take advantage of my rich, naive prisoner, of course,” Gun says. “Because that’s what pirates do.” He gives Off and wink and Off lets out a groan he has no means of stifling. “That’s a pretty sound,” Gun tells him. “Let’s see what other sounds that fancy upbringing taught you. Did they tell you how to beg, Adulkittiporn?”

Gun removes his own clothing slowly, Off allowed to look but unable to touch.

“Do you think you can make me do what you want?” Gun asks, bared before him.

Off shakes his head. “No, no. Gun-- Captain. You’re in control.”

Gun’s hands touch him everywhere, pinching and caressing and leaving him a mess, too ready, cock leaking over his own belly just from the anticipation. Then, Gun takes something from a side table, drips it over Off’s cock, covering the length of him.

Gun,” Off moans.

Gun straddles Off’s hips, taking Off in hand, guiding him in, and sinks down onto Off’s cock.

“I want to touch you,” Off murmurs fervently, straining against his restraints, but Gun ignores him.

Settling, adjusting, Gun closes his eyes. Then, he starts to ride. He fucks himself onto Off’s cock while Off writhes, tries desperately to break his bonds, keens as Gun starts moving faster, lifts himself up, slides back down with a satisfying groan of pleasure.

“Gun, please. Captain, I want--”

“You want what I’m giving you,” Gun tells him. “Know how many people would love to fuck me?”

“Why me?”

“Why not?” Gun returns, avoiding the question.

Off chuckles. “Fair.” His eyes flicker to where their bodies meet, back to Gun’s. “Take what you need then.”