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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: 2013-01-11 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.