Chase Your Cares Away: Marv/Don

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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 opens his mouth beneath Don's, the kiss is soft, and slow, and sweet, and very different to the furious pace that Marvelous has been throwing out orgasms at so far. That smile of Don's was the familiar one that is full of affection for him, and he puts arms around Marvelous's shoulders, holding himself close as they kiss. Marvelous knows he's done more good than just respect Don's authority in this moment, he just might have touched him a little more deeply, too.

Don touches him, too, but this time it's literal. He puts his hands on Marvelous's chest and gives a good feel to the places he hasn't already scrutinized. Marvelous is starting to feel like a piece of meat. It isn't like Don hasn't touched him to give him pleasure; fingers on his cock, the tweak of his nipple, but so much more often the way he touches Marvelous seem bent on his own pleasure. A thrill runs through Marvelous that he can pleasure Don without even doing anything.

Don glances down at his cock as he speaks, and Marvelous doesn't know if he can milk himself dry, but he knows he is perfectly capable of trying. Don's eyes on him after complimenting his cock, telling him that what would satisfy him is if Marvelous was basically all fucked-out. Marvelous is never all fucked-out. He has no idea what that would even be like... Perhaps he can understand Don's curiosity. He starts stroking himself a little more enthusiastically again; Don, on him, touching him, letting Marvelous touch him, it all helps bring back the arousal without much trouble at all.

He loves taking Don's fingers into his mouth, playing his tongue over and between them, sucking on them and allowing Don to think about Marvelous's mouth on his cock instead. It isn't a tease when you intend to follow through. But if he were to do that now he might be punished. He's lucky Don is being so lenient, even though it really wasn't Marvelous's fault he came on Don at all! He's supposed to control where it lands, too?

"Yes, sir," Marvelous says as humbly as he can, brushing his lips over Don's fingers, "I'm sorry, sir." He slips his tongue out of his mouth and licks the tips of Don's fingers neatly, so it can only be interpreted as cleanliness and not teasing. The taste of salt fills his mouth.

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Don smiles at how obediently Marvelous licks his own fluids from Don’s fingers, not taking them into his mouth as he usually does (like when Don has a bit of sauce on his fingers from cooking dinner, and Marvelous insists on sucking off every last drop, which is all too reminiscent of other things he likes to do to Don with his mouth) but using only his tongue to lick Don’s fingertips clean. And all with a penitent “I’m sorry, sir,” as he continues to stroke his cock at Don’s command in the meantime.

“That’s alright, I forgive you,” says Don, stroking Marvelous’s hair with his now clean hand. “You have such a clever mouth. I’ll have to put it to work later.” He brushes his fingers over Marvelous’s lips before lowering his hand to guide Marvelous’s thumb across his nipple again. “Now, don’t stop doing that, it feels so good...” He braces himself with his hands on Marvelous’s biceps, stroking the tense, firm muscles as he clings to them. “Aah, that’s so nice, n-not too hard...” Don would love to just succumb to the pleasure and let Marvelous touch to his heart’s content, but they’ve still only just gotten started, and Don can’t let himself get too excited yet.

Don moves his hands to Marvelous’s waist and drags them slowly down over the taut muscles there. “Are you ready to come again?” he says, a little breathless, and lets his hands slide down to Marvelous’s hips, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his underwear to stroke at the skin right where his hips meet his thighs. “Come whenever you’re ready, and then I’ll decide what to do with you next.”

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Yes, Marvelous thinks as Don orders him to start playing with his nipple again. He smiles at the praise - he does have a talented mouth, and he is more than prepared to put it to work when Don asks. Marvelous will make him feel so good he'll be practically seeing stars at the end of it.

He does have to keep his touch light and gentle, though; Don gets aroused so easily from having his nipples touched, and he's already fidgeting on top of Marvelous as he stammers his instructions, which are no less impactful just because they're not strictly delivered. Don is having to be restrained here too. Marvelous makes sure to keep his touch feather-light, and compensates for it by starting to stroke his cock more quickly and firmly instead. Don looks so beautiful like this, lightly flushed and breathless. He'd look even nicer naked, but Marvelous will have to be patient, wait and see.

It's little enough contact, but he still gets to touch. And Don runs the flats of his palms down Marvelous's skin until he is at Marvelous's waist, and then his hips - not quite close to his cock but close enough; closer than they've been for a while. His fingers dip even lower. Marvelous can still taste his come in his mouth, a spark to his senses, a reminder of his own arousal. He loves having the opportunity to come so many times so closely together, and push his body in ways that he hasn't in a long time. It's impossible not to be continuously aroused by Don anyway! Piece of cake.

It's certainly no failing of his that he takes a few minutes longer to come this time, feeling his cock get harder and harder until it's straining just like Don's nipple beneath his shirt. A deliciously powerful heat flares up below his stomach. Don had asked him if he was ready to come again - a direct question, and given him the okay to do so whenever, and he won't forget again this time!, so Marvelous speaks an obedient, "yes, sir!" a moment before he comes. He even has the presence of mind through his sharp (and yet smugly satisfying - fourth in a row) orgasm to make sure he comes only on himself and not anywhere near Don.

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Marvelous seems to have learned his lesson, both saying “Yes, sir” before he comes and making sure he doesn’t spill any of his come on Don. It all goes on himself instead, splattering on his stomach, and Don can’t help but enjoy how thoroughly debauched he looks, how indulged, with the traces of four orgasms still sticky and wet on his naked skin. It’s beautiful to watch him come down from it, too, see the satisfaction spreading over his face as the tension flows out of him. He’s not all worn out just yet, but he’ll be loose and pliant for at least a few minutes.

“Very good,” says Don, sliding his hands slowly back up Marvelous’s waist. “That was perfect, I knew you could do it again. You’re just incredible.” He tips Marvelous’s chin up to kiss him while he’s still panting from his orgasm, loving the way that Marvelous’s lips part so readily beneath his own, then leans back and plants one hand square in the middle of Marvelous’s chest. “Such a good boy,” he says, and pushes Marvelous down onto the bed. He goes down quite easily, since his muscles are still slackened from his orgasm, and Don can’t help feeling proud of having gotten Marvelous so completely under his thumb.

“I’m very pleased with you,” Don says. He smirks down at Marvelous for a moment before leaning forward to place his hands on either side of Marvelous’s head, lowering himself down towards Marvelous’s chest in a way that he knows will show off his flexibility. Marvelous’s coat falls open and hangs down over them both, brushing over Marvelous’s skin. Don bends further down until his chest is nearly pressed to Marvelous’s, not caring if some of Marvelous’s come gets on his shirt - he can wash it later, after all, it’s not as though he’s never had to wash that kind of stain out before. “You’ve done so well that I’m going to give your cock a little break,” he murmurs, looking straight into Marvelous’s eyes from only a few inches above him. “Not for too long, because I know you’ve still got a lot left in you. But right now, I just want you to put your arms around my back while I kiss you.” He lowers his head and claims Marvelous’s mouth with a rough, hungry kiss.

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Marvelous laps up Don's words willingly, a little strung out from coming, but not so much that he would not-notice or not care that Don thinks so highly of him and his skills and isn't afraid to tell him so. It isn't exactly easy not to let these kind of insistences puff him up so much that he grabs hold of Don out of turn and kisses him silly, nibbling at his neck and running hands all over him. Men have needs. They also have patience, Marvelous reminds himself, letting Don kiss him exactly how he pleases instead.

The next thing he knows he's being pushed back flat onto the mattress.

Don leans down over him just like it's nothing, though he has to contort his body in a way Marvelous simply can't in order to achieve it. He can manage a lot of other things with that body of his, too. Marvelous moans, not especially concerned that Don will rebuke him for it, not when he wanted to hear Marvelous make noise, noise provoked by Don himself. And his sexy dominance, and his sexy orders, and his sexy restraint.

Don leans down, pressing right against him, and Marvelous makes a pleased noise at all the bodily contact he is getting that so far has been denied. Don always get hot and flushed when he's having a good time, but with clothing still on - especially that heavy coat - he's burning. Or that might just be what Marvelous is feeling everywhere they touch.

It's definitely not his fault that Don gives him an order and then no time to acknowledge it before kissing him. Marvelous is surprised at the force of it; that's not Don's usual M.O.! The kiss is a little rough, so eager. Marvelous loves it. He responds back, hoping his own eagerness is still erring on the right side of submission, and slides his hands up the wide open sides of his coat to wrap his arms around Don's back, just above his waist. It's gravity that holds Don so firm and close to him, not Marvelous.

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Don makes a pleased noise against Marvelous’s mouth when Marvelous’s arms slip around his waist. It feels so good to touch him this much, with their bodies pressed together, since they’ve been holding back for so long. Don could be perfectly content to just stay like this, keep kissing Marvelous and then grind down against Marvelous’s hips when he’s ready to finish, but he also knows that continuing with the power play would satisfy them both even more. And if they’re going to keep going, he really shouldn’t let Marvelous rest for too much longer, even if it feels nice to have Marvelous holding him this way.

He gives Marvelous one last firm kiss, tugging his lower lip between his teeth before letting go. “Very good,” he murmurs, and straightens himself so that he’s sitting upright again, straddling Marvelous’s hips. He runs his hands over Marvelous’s chest, feeling it rise and fall as Marvelous continues panting. “I think you’ve had enough rest for now, though.” Don slips one hand down between Marvelous’s thighs to examine his cock, and finds him already half hard again. “Look at you, ready to go again already...” He teases over the length of Marvelous’s cock with his fingertips, smirking at the reactions it elicits from him. “But I’ve got something else for you to do for me first,” he says, and takes his hand away.

Don reaches up to pull Marvelous’s coat down off his shoulders, and lets it drop down behind him. He’ll put it back on in a moment, but for now it needs to be off. “My shirt’s gotten soiled,” he says, glancing down at where Marvelous’s come has smeared against the fabric of his undershirt. “Take it off for me, nice and slow, so that your fingers run over my skin while you do it. And once you’ve done that, I’ll give you your next order.”

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It doesn't feel like it lasts long at all! That warm, solid presence of Don right on top of him, kissing him, and he takes away all too soon. At least as he pulls away he drags his teeth over Marvelous's bottom lip, making it tingle. Marvelous groans at the sharpness of the sensation in between shallow breaths.

As Don sits up Marvelous has to loosen his hold to give him the freedom he needs, arms slipping from around Don's waist to settle on his hips, just resting there, not doing anything he hasn't been given permission for. If he's delicate enough about these little incidental touches he might just get away with them each time, keeping the contact with Don without being punished for it. Don is too busy touching him to be concerned, surely. He seems to enjoy being able to feel the way Marvelous is exerting himself all thanks to Don's commands. And, oh, the way Marvelous still wants more, can definitely do more, anything Don wants. His touch on Marvelous's cock is feather-soft and it's so frustrating. And Don knows it is - Marvelous can see the smirk on his face!

The teasing stops, though, because Don stops touching his cock altogether, shrugging off Marvelous's coat instead. "Yes sir," Marvelous replies huskily to the command to take Don's shirt off slowly, with plenty of touching. He slides his hands just a little higher until they touch the hem of Don's shirt. He slides his fingers beneath it, keeping them curled around Don's waist so that the fabric bunches up over his knuckles and will work itself up Don's body, leaving Marvelous free to focus on touching and put all his effort into it. Don's skin is still hot, and so smooth, and his waist is slender in a way that makes it easy to slide your hands right up following the taper. Marvelous runs his thumbs in circles over Don's stomach instead to stop the temptation overcoming him. He spreads his fingers wide, letting them dip downwards before raising them an inch or so on Don's body. He repeats the process over as he goes, bringing his hands closer together - to ensure the front of the shirt is lifting up as well, of course - as well as sliding them around the back to do the same there. As Marvelous has to push the shirt higher he sits himself up again so that he can reach.

He does let his thumbs skate perilously close to Don's nipples when his hands reach chest-height, tracing right outside his areolae, but he doesn't push his luck, continuing with the same slow but constant pace. Marvelous can tell Don is enjoying the attention that's being lavished on his body, so he makes sure to run his hands right up the length of Don's raised arms as he pushes the shirt off over Don's head, wrapping his fingers around Don's arm muscles all the way to his wrists. Somehow the shirt ends up fisted in his hand as Marvelous waits to find out what is required of him next.