Off has been in Gun’s quarters for three days when he’s had enough.
Gun never lets him touch and he’s still never seen Gun come, as if that might make him too vulnerable, unbefitting of a pirate ship’s captain.
He’s seen the cracks in that facade though, has tracked the ways in which Gun shows how much he likes something,
When Gun returns to his room in the evening, Off waiting for him now like he always does, Gun offers him a plate of food.
“I’m not hungry, not for that,” Off says.
Gun raises an eyebrow. “Off Jumpol, shouldn’t you be grateful?” He turns to set down the plate.
Off nods, steps up behind Gun. “I am. That’s why I want to show you how much.”
Gun tries to turn back but Off pins him in place. “What are you trying to do?” Gun asks, angry.
Off presses a kiss to Gun’s neck and Gun relaxes a fraction, still on edge but allowing the touch. “Showing you,” Off repeats. He unbuckles Gun’s belt, slips his hand down Gun’s trousers. He presses another kiss to Gun’s neck and Gun leans back against him, breath already stuttering, like he didn’t expect anyone to be gentle with him, to touch him like this.
“What are you doing?” Gun whispers, but he’s hard under Off’s touch.
“Gun,” Off murmurs, sucks a mark into Gun’s neck as he starts stroking him. “Hasn’t anyone ever been nice to you?”
Gun shakes his head. “Will you?”