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(OOC: NSFW - explicit sexual content, D/s dynamics. More content notes to [heh] come!)
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Marvelous falls back onto the bed, arms and legs fanned out, and sighs. He closes his eyes and tries to shut out the day's events; the constant barrage of questions in mind about what do do next, where to go, what tactics to employ, what to do if Plan A didn't work out, what to do if Plan B didn't work out-
It's not often that Marvelous's finely crafted plans don't work, so he doesn't usually tell the others about the plan B and C (and etc.) parts. He keeps those close to his chest and continues to seem omnipotent in his crew's eyes.
It's tiring work being so successful though. And only now that he knows his crew are all back, and safe, and settled has he been able to retire to his own room and take a moment for himself. He might seem selfish to most people, but Marvelous has to be loud and crude about getting what he wants when he wants it, because 99% of the time his mind is actually focused on everyone else. That 1% of the time when he turns to his own needs he has to bark them out before he can forget, take before he starts thinking about the next Zangyack plot. You have to be ten steps ahead of the enemy to stay alive.
He hears the door to his room creak further open; it's so hesitant he knows it has to be Don stood there. He's proven right when Don opens his mouth to ask if he's alright.
Marvelous's first instinct is to say, "Yes, of course! Everything's awesome; we defeated the Zangyack today!" and perhaps, "when's dinner?" because food is a great distraction and stops a lot of people ever having to talk about feelings. And Don has a tendency to worry; Marvelous doesn't want to be the cause of any worry. His job is to protect his crew and make sure they're content, not be the cause of their distress. Sometimes he does completely suck at that though. Sometimes, once in a while, you have to let something else take precedence. Sometimes the crew have to take care of themselves. And Marv has trained them well; they totally can, and do. Honestly most of that doesn't even come from him, it's all them.
His next thought is to wonder if he can just stop thinking.
"Eh," he replies to Don's question, and drags himself into a sitting position. "Sometimes I think it might be nice not to be captain."
Don's face is a mixture of horror and confusion, so Marvelous quickly continues.
"Not that I actually ever want not to be captain," he assures Don. "I love being the captain. It's great being the captain of the Galleon. I mean, the Galleon belongs to all of us, but I'm her Captain, you know?" Maybe Don doesn't know. "We have a certain thing going on," ('special relationship' sounds a bit too fruity), "so I'd never want things to change. It's more..." Time to 'fess up, Captain. "It's the responsiblities." Marvelous gestures to himself in his fine red coat. "You have to admit, I'm not really made for responsibilities. But then I guess that's the point of being a pirate; you're not supposed to have any! But I do, Don. I totally do." Don probably isn't feeling the least bit sympathetic towards him. Marvelous tries to think if there's a way to make him understand.
"Oh!" He says. "It's like, when you're making dinner!" (Maybe dinner will be ready soon?) "You have to decide what to cook, first. And then you have to decide which ingredients you need. And then you have to decide how to prepare them all. And then how long to cook stuff for, and when to mix things together, and how to display it on the plate-" Marv really, truly does understand how much effort goes into Don making a meal. Such delicious, delicious effort. "And even though you love cooking, isn't it kind of a relief when it's all done and dusted and you don't have to decide anymore?"
"I don't want anyone to undermine me on the Galleon," he says. "It's not about that part. I just think it would be nice to get away from that and have someone else make all the decisions for a change. Hypothetically. In a scenario where things weren't really real, but I could still get what I need. I just want a temporary break, Don."
Marvelous sighs to himself again, looking at his boots pitifully. If nothing else his boots are at least utterly awesome, and perfectly showy. He jerks his head up, grinning.
"So to answer your question, I'm alright!" Yep, that will erase the last few minutes of ridiculously embarrassing babbling about stuff. "When's dinner?"
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Marvelous falls back onto the bed, arms and legs fanned out, and sighs. He closes his eyes and tries to shut out the day's events; the constant barrage of questions in mind about what do do next, where to go, what tactics to employ, what to do if Plan A didn't work out, what to do if Plan B didn't work out-
It's not often that Marvelous's finely crafted plans don't work, so he doesn't usually tell the others about the plan B and C (and etc.) parts. He keeps those close to his chest and continues to seem omnipotent in his crew's eyes.
It's tiring work being so successful though. And only now that he knows his crew are all back, and safe, and settled has he been able to retire to his own room and take a moment for himself. He might seem selfish to most people, but Marvelous has to be loud and crude about getting what he wants when he wants it, because 99% of the time his mind is actually focused on everyone else. That 1% of the time when he turns to his own needs he has to bark them out before he can forget, take before he starts thinking about the next Zangyack plot. You have to be ten steps ahead of the enemy to stay alive.
He hears the door to his room creak further open; it's so hesitant he knows it has to be Don stood there. He's proven right when Don opens his mouth to ask if he's alright.
Marvelous's first instinct is to say, "Yes, of course! Everything's awesome; we defeated the Zangyack today!" and perhaps, "when's dinner?" because food is a great distraction and stops a lot of people ever having to talk about feelings. And Don has a tendency to worry; Marvelous doesn't want to be the cause of any worry. His job is to protect his crew and make sure they're content, not be the cause of their distress. Sometimes he does completely suck at that though. Sometimes, once in a while, you have to let something else take precedence. Sometimes the crew have to take care of themselves. And Marv has trained them well; they totally can, and do. Honestly most of that doesn't even come from him, it's all them.
His next thought is to wonder if he can just stop thinking.
"Eh," he replies to Don's question, and drags himself into a sitting position. "Sometimes I think it might be nice not to be captain."
Don's face is a mixture of horror and confusion, so Marvelous quickly continues.
"Not that I actually ever want not to be captain," he assures Don. "I love being the captain. It's great being the captain of the Galleon. I mean, the Galleon belongs to all of us, but I'm her Captain, you know?" Maybe Don doesn't know. "We have a certain thing going on," ('special relationship' sounds a bit too fruity), "so I'd never want things to change. It's more..." Time to 'fess up, Captain. "It's the responsiblities." Marvelous gestures to himself in his fine red coat. "You have to admit, I'm not really made for responsibilities. But then I guess that's the point of being a pirate; you're not supposed to have any! But I do, Don. I totally do." Don probably isn't feeling the least bit sympathetic towards him. Marvelous tries to think if there's a way to make him understand.
"Oh!" He says. "It's like, when you're making dinner!" (Maybe dinner will be ready soon?) "You have to decide what to cook, first. And then you have to decide which ingredients you need. And then you have to decide how to prepare them all. And then how long to cook stuff for, and when to mix things together, and how to display it on the plate-" Marv really, truly does understand how much effort goes into Don making a meal. Such delicious, delicious effort. "And even though you love cooking, isn't it kind of a relief when it's all done and dusted and you don't have to decide anymore?"
"I don't want anyone to undermine me on the Galleon," he says. "It's not about that part. I just think it would be nice to get away from that and have someone else make all the decisions for a change. Hypothetically. In a scenario where things weren't really real, but I could still get what I need. I just want a temporary break, Don."
Marvelous sighs to himself again, looking at his boots pitifully. If nothing else his boots are at least utterly awesome, and perfectly showy. He jerks his head up, grinning.
"So to answer your question, I'm alright!" Yep, that will erase the last few minutes of ridiculously embarrassing babbling about stuff. "When's dinner?"
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Date: 2013-01-10 10:51 am (UTC)From:That's why it's so important to obey; the minute he starts undermining Don's orders is the minute the illusion of authority gets eroded completely. It goes against Marvelous's natural instincts to deny himself anything, although there are other sex games he has played that involve restraint and denial, but this is why he has to do his best.
It's so difficult, though. Don reaches out and touches him, appraising him with flat palms running over his muscles, and openly approving of what he finds. Marvelous knows his appearance and his body please and arouse Don, but right now it feels more like something he has been able to do specifically for Don by putting his body in the desired position, rather than just a happy coincidence of fate. After all, holding his arms behind his back does pull his muscles taut and outline them firmly. He loves pleasuring Don, no matter how he manages to achieve it. And hearing all about it, of course. There's nothing wrong with enjoying hearing that you look good. And strong.
He's lucky that it's that much easier to surrender to a kiss from beneath; Don has the advantage of height that he only has when he's on top or stood up like this, and leverage, and Marvelous can open his mouth readily, willingly without changing the nature of the kiss. He has to press his lips together when Don speaks against them so that he won't attempt to steal another kiss out of turn.
It gets worse. Don outright snaps the elastic of his waistband - to startle him, no doubt - and then starts crooning false sympathy about how how difficult it must have been for Marvelous not to give in and touch himself with wild abandon. And he knows that's precisely what Marvelous would have done, because Don touches his cock so lightly that Marvelous would barely notice he was doing it if not for the fact that anything right now is just wonderful, any contact at all. He's lucky to get this much, he knows. Don's fingertips skating up and down his length as though inspecting it to discover just how hard Marvelous has gotten, how turned on he is. So much. Marvelous groans at the way he's caught between wanting more, and more, and more, and the ridiculous gratitude that Don is touching him right now at all. It's torture.
He almost falls for it when Don says he's going to give him a break for being so good: a reward. Because it's no reward at all, if anything it's worse! The teasing touch Don has been bestowing on his cock with the ghosting of his fingertips, he's allowed to emulate it, but nothing more. That's worse than not touching himself at all! How can he possibly contain himself? All he has to do is allow his brain to realise he's allowed to touch himself and his cock is responding.
Don isn't finished though, and Marvelous makes sure to listen to the rest of what he says before daring to touch himself or he won't hear a single word. He not only has to touch himself so delicately it's going to hurt, he has to watch Don slipping out of his clothes, see his skin being revealed and know he's doing it for Marvelous to see.
"Yes, sir," he remembers to say as Don begins, finding his voice but not recognising the low, scratchy tone it has dropped to. He hasn't even been given permission to slide his hand beneath his underwear, only to play with his cock through it. Marvelous bites his lip to deny a frustrated whimper as he uses only the tips of his fingers to touch himself. Not enough, not enough, not enough.
It's almost a reprieve when Don reaches for Marvelous's coat and slips it on. Marvelous is so distracted - amused, because he thinks he can imagine exactly what prompted Don to do so - that for a moment everything doesn't feel so terribly torturous at all.
For a moment. Until his brain reminds him how damn sexy it is for Don to be wearing something of his: his coat.
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Date: 2013-01-11 12:37 pm (UTC)From:Don still can’t quite believe that Marvelous is managing to obey his orders; in any other situation, there’s no way he’d be willing to sustain such a light touch on his cock for more than a second. It’s so intoxicating to know that he’s doing it all for Don’s sake. Don doesn’t want to keep him in agony for too terribly long, but at the same time, he loves the thrill of watching Marvelous fight to restrain himself.
“Mmm, you’re such a good boy,” Don purrs as he approaches Marvelous. “That’s enough of that, though.” Once he’s close enough, he slips his arms around Marvelous’s neck, letting him feel the soft brush of his own coat against his skin, and puts his knees on either side of Marvelous’s thighs so that he’s straddling his lap. “Put your hands on my waist, don’t let me slip.” Maybe that’s an odd command to give, but Don doesn’t want to lose his balance; it’d completely ruin his illusion of authority!
As soon as he feels properly balanced, Don kisses the corner of Marvelous’s mouth and moves one of his hands to drag it down Marvelous’s chest. “You’re being so, so good,” he murmurs, running his fingers down Marvelous’s stomach to his groin, and investigating his cock with the same light sweep of his fingertips as before. “Mmm, and so big and hard, too. You’re made for this, aren’t you, made just to pleasure me...” He traces one fingertip in a small circle over the very tip of Marvelous’s cock, over and over, wondering how much more of this Marvelous can bear. “Are you ready for your next order?”
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Date: 2013-01-11 01:24 pm (UTC)From:Thinking about that is a bad move. Marvelous breathes a sigh of relief when Don tells him he can stop teasing himself; he isn't given permission to do more, but Don steps right in front of him and then climbs onto the bed, practically spreading himself across Marvelous's body as he kneels over him. Thank goodness he has permission to touch Don, even if it's only to hold his waist so that Don won't lose his balance. He's just the support. A thing to do a job. Does Don even know he's doing it? To treat someone like that in reality would give Don nightmares, but here and now it's so hot it's painful.
Marvelous is going to bring this subject up again soon. There are so many other possibilities; maybe Don needs a human footrest so that he can put his feet up and relax sometime. He closes his fingers around Don's waist and tries to keep them steady rather than start to caress Don's body through his shirt with his fingertips. He just needs some friction. He wants to drag Don down onto him properly and let him squirm in Marvelous's lap, thrust up without even caring about rhythm or skill. And as though Don can hear his thoughts he reaches down to Marvelous's cock, but his touch is the same light, teasing, barely-there sensation. Marvelous feels his grip tighten on Don; he can't keep himself from that when he's trying so hard not to flip Don over onto the bed and grind down on him with no mercy at all.
So big and hard, Don says, and Marvelous feels it, too; like he's about to burst from all the teasing and compliments that fall so easily from Don's lips, and aren't even just made up for the game they're playing.
"You’re made for this, aren’t you, made just to pleasure me," Don murmurs, and though it isn't a direct question Marvelous still gasps out another, "yes, sir," before repeating it to assure Don he's ready for his next order.
He's so ready.
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Date: 2013-01-11 02:57 pm (UTC)From:“Shhh, easy,” he murmurs, straightening himself up so that he can tuck Marvelous’s head beneath his chin. He moves his hand to work his fingers into Marvelous’s hair. “Easy, now, you’re alright. I’ll let you pleasure me very soon, don’t you worry.” He kisses the top of Marvelous’s head and just stays like that for a moment so they can both catch their breath. Don is enjoying the dominant role more than he’d ever have anticipated, but it’s also incredibly intense. He just needs a second to steady himself before they continue. He strokes Marvelous’s hair for another moment before shifting himself back to his previous position.
“I can’t hardly wait to use you,” he says, and runs his fingers more deliberately over the hard bulge of Marvelous’s cock. “I just want to give you a little test run first. I know you’ll be good for it as many times as I need, so I want to burn off a bit of that extra energy before we really get started.” Don gives Marvelous’s cock a few more firm strokes before crooking a finger into his waistband and pulling it down as much as he can - which isn’t much, since Marvelous is sitting down, but it’s enough for now. “Come for me,” Don says, moving his hand to stroke Marvelous’s thigh. “Show me what you can do and make yourself come for me.” It’d be too easy to leave it at that, though - it’d practically be an insult to Marvelous’s talents. “Twice,” Don adds, a twist of heat reaching up through him as he gives the command. “Without taking your hand off or stopping.”
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Date: 2013-01-11 03:37 pm (UTC)From:He doesn't need to think about that right now. Marvelous hopes - suspects - it won't matter to Don that Marvelous's hands snake around his waist and hold onto him firmly, just until Don pulls away again, and then he places them back in position without faltering.
Something else that hasn't faltered (of course) is his cock. Don puts his hand right back on it, properly this time, though still not enough. “I can’t hardly wait to use you,” he says, and Marvelous gasps openly, eagerly. He really does think Don is going to use him then and there, milk him as much as he wants, but Don surprises him by ordering him to do it himself right under Don's gaze. Twice.
Fuck, the first time is going to be fast, and Marvelous doesn't even care. He hardly has a reputation for coming too soon; he can keep going as long as required, and more. Besides, he needs this. He needs to come hard and fast, get that first rush thrumming through his system so he can chase it up with a slightly more skillfully achieved - but probably still just as desperate - orgasm. It feels so good to be able to touch his cock properly, skin to skin without just ghosting over it through his underwear. Don has a hand, hot and close, on his thigh, encouraging him on, and Marvelous lets himself cry out as he comes promptly for the first time within mere seconds, not daring to still his hand as he works it up and down his cock so roughly it almost burns. He manages to slow the pace and use his fingers more after the first orgasm is fading, running his hand everywhere he can reach. His other hand is still on Don, holding onto him, and Marvelous squeezes Don's waist just a little the second time he comes, making sure to let out a long, deep moan so that Don can tell just how good it felt to do that for him.