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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: 2013-02-10 02:04 pm (UTC)From:“See something you like?” he teases, lowering himself back into Marvelous’s lap and running his fingers down Marvelous’s chest. “I know I do.” He looks back down at Marvelous’s cock, flushed and fully erect again, and traces his fingertips up and down the bare length of it. “Mmm, you’re all ready for me, aren’t you, with your nice big cock just waiting to be put to use again...” He gives the head of Marvelous’s cock a pinch before moving his hands to Marvelous’s arms, running them down to his wrists. “And you’re so good with your hands, too, I don’t want to let them go to waste.”
Don lifts Marvelous’s hands back to his chest, the same way he’d done earlier but with both of them this time. “Remember what I had you do earlier?” he says, positioning Marvelous’s hands so that his thumbs can brush over his nipples. “You did it so well, I want you to do it with both hands now. Just lightly, like before, don’t get carried away. And while you’re doing that...” He puts one hand on Marvelous’s shoulder and lowers the other back to his cock, but this time it’s not just to tease him. Don wraps his fingers around Marvelous’s cock and starts to stroke it in earnest, a little on the rough side - he wants to wear Marvelous out, after all, to work him until he’s too tender to come anymore, and he’s not going to get there by being gentle. “While you’re doing that, I’m going to make use of this.”
Though the simplicity of the stroking motion allows Don to focus more of his attention on the wonderful things Marvelous is doing to his nipples - he has to tip his head back and whimper again at how good it feels - Don can’t let Marvelous think all he’s going to do is jerk him off. After a minute of stroking him, Don shifts his own hips forward, close enough that he can rub Marvelous’s cock against his own. He can’t bear to deny himself attention any longer, but he still can’t afford to let himself get too excited yet, so he leaves his underwear on and rubs the very tip of Marvelous’s cock up and down the bulge of his own. “Mmm, that’s good,” he whimpers, the pleasure of having Marvelous touching him in his most sensitive places flooding his senses. “Tell me how much you like having me use you like this,” he adds, his voice husky, “and ask my leave when you’re ready to come.”
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Date: 2013-02-10 02:55 pm (UTC)From:And he did say it was time for something a little diffferent. Different, and requiring much more control. Marvelous allows Don to raise his hands until his thumbs are over Don's nipples - both this time instead of just one - and as he flicks his thumbs lightly across them to assure Don he understands, he thinks yes, he can do this, he can play lightly at Don's nipples and not get carried away. Probably. Except that once Don has done that he reaches down and squeezes Marvelous's cock, but doesn't let go again the way he has been doing. He actually starts stroking a little more fiercely than Marvelous would've expected of him! It's a shock, but a good one. A really good one. Marvelous gasps, hips jerking, but he manages to keep himself firmly in place otherwise Don might be knocked off-balance.
He has to takes a moment to concentrate on whether his thumbs are still playing gently across Don's nipples, because matching the pace of Don's stroke would've been a bad idea. It's a fun thing to have to balance really - he can play gently with Don's sensitive nipples, and at the same time be receiving some rough stroking to his cock, and Don gets to experience both rhythms at once too! It's pretty clever of Don.
But he isn't just going to jerk Marvelous off. Don pushes his hips forward, and then their cocks are rubbing together, though through the fabric of Don's underwear. Don is actually using his hand on Marvelous's cock to control where he rubs Don, and how firmly. Marvelous isn't even being given the choice of grinding against one another and seeing what happens naturally. He really is being used.
"I love it, sir," he insists when Don asks him to say how much he likes being used. He tries to keep his hips from jerking too hard again, circling his fingers over Don's nipples were the lightest touch he can muster. "I love you doing whatever you want with me, making use of my hands, and my mouth, and my cock to pleasure you. I'll do whatever you want, I only want to make you feel good, so good. Please tell me what else I can do for you to make you happy. I'll do anything."