In Private With A Pirate

[Agron]

Tag: Deimos

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

The peak of light seeping through seemed too bright. It was slowly pulling Agron to a conscious state, a quite groan as he turned his head, groggily opening his eyes. It looked to be very early morning, and still too early to be up. But circumstance pulled Agron to such a state. It didn't take him long to realize what had caused him to be so groggy, turning his head to look at the other male collapsed next to him. Agron just watched him, blurs of last night entering his mind. He remembered being at the tavern, he remembered the walk home -- all the touching. And now, they were in bed. But, nothing had happened. Just to be sure, Agron's gaze fell lower on Deimos, then slowly lingered back up.

He was fully dressed, they both were. But, that hadn't exactly been the sole reason for Agron's lingering gaze. Turning his head away, he forced himself to sit up. "Fuck," he breathed, reaching over his side to the pitcher of water and poured himself a cup. He didn't hear any other sounds in the house, so assumed Duro was out running errands or, whatever else prevented him from being in the house. Which, was probably a good thing. Agron didn't exactly feel this way often . . . and knew that his growing feelings for the pirate, was what had urged him to bring him home. For while only pieces of last night were slowly coming together in his mind, he did distinctly remembered asking Deimos to come home with him.

[Deimos]

Deimos

Deimos was rather unpicky when it came to picking his lovers. Normally he had selected one with in moments of entering a room, and he normally got what he wanted. He was ruthless, and spoiled in that nature. However, recently he had done something he rarely did--he had made a friend. It was with that said friend that he had gone drinking with. Deimos has planned to drink until he could not stand, and then find a lover with cunt or cock and spend his time not standing in their bed. The night took a rather different turn when instead he had gone home with his friend.

He was instantly wake, even though he did not move, when he felt the bed move around him. Turning his head to the side, Deimos looked at the back of his friend, as his friend poured and drank some more. Fucking Germans! They were going to drink more then even him! It took him another moment to realize it was water due to the lack of smell. Disappointed he looked away, and down his body. The night before had made his body expect things it has not gotten. "Fuck," Agron said, and Deimos grinned, "If you are offering." Deimos closed his eyes but stayed in his friends bed, not realizing the impact it had on the other man, while trying to will away the proof of his morning thoughts that tented below his waist.

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[Agron]

Tag: Deimos

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron turned when he heard his voice, Deimos' eyes belatedly opening as he made a tease regarding Agron's curse. It made the German huff with amusement, unable to tear his gaze away from the man, and taking notice in the lower movement that would appear to be involuntary. Agron filled the cup with water once more, offering it to Deimos though his eyes remained closed.

"For now I offer water, to sober fucking mind." The words were a bit of a tease, referencing last night and how much drink Agron had consumed. Which, was not the norm for him. Though perhaps it was for the pirate. He was not sure where he stood with the other male, though knew of his own . . . growing feelings. Foolish more than likely, but existing none the less. "Though it appears body has sobered promptly," he commented with a slightly raised eyebrow as his eyes drew back down to the sign of arousal. One that Agron could not deny caused his own body to fill with anticipation.

[Deimos]

Deimos

"For now I offer water, to sober fucking mind." Without opening his eyes, Deimos replied offhandedly, "With little appeal." When he felt move movement on the bed he opened his eyes to see the water. The drink of children. Reluctantly he took it and downed it in a few quick gulps while Agron added, "Though it appears body has sobered promptly," That was when he took note that his friend was still willing, though appear to be holding back for a reason that was unknown.

There were not many men he called friend, and even less were ones that he would not betray that friendship for coin. Agron was one he had grown closer too, and the longer he stayed the more he almost wanted to stay--but not forever. The sea was the only true loyalty he had to give. Though Agron tempted him away longer then anyone had before. "And demands attention," moving one of his feet so it was off the bed and thus had spread his legs slight, Deimos kept his eyes on his friend's face and slipped his hand into his pants to fondle, and grip his cock. He didn't stroke himself, but just waited to see if his friend would join, or make jest to leave him to do this alone. "Preferably yours, though my own will ease morning needs if you have a brother to find." He knew they were close, and he used that do do something he had never done before--he gave his friend an out.

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[Agron]

Tag: Deimos

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron's gaze moved with Deimos' hand as he reached into his pants to address the growing need. Agron could not help but feel a burst of lustful desire towards the other. Heightened by the bond that had developed between them. Otherwise, they would have just had their way with each other a lot earlier on. But getting to know Deimos, made Agron want him even more now. He gave him the option to leave, one that Agron need not take upon himself for Duro could not be heard in the house and Agron knew it meant his brother had found something to keep his attentions for the night.

The German reached down, his fingers curling around Deimos' wrist to hold him in place and discourage any stroking . . . while Agron's fingers stayed clear from even remotely brushing against the Pirate's length. Agron leaned toward Deimos, their faces hovering close enough together. "Tell me," Agron began to say, his voice lowered a little. "What is it that stirs cock to desire?" Was it just the simple need to fuck, deprived of it last night -- for Agron knew his friend well enough to know his activity in physical relations. Or, was it a specific need. A desire for Agron as the man, rather than a body to fulfill him.

[Deimos]

Deimos

Deimos felt Agron's hand on his wrist and the demand for true words. He was not a man known for saying things that were soft or romantic, but he cared for this man, and if he wanted words then Deimos would for the first time attempt to give them. Even the though of them on his lips felt weird and naked. It took him a moment to even think of what to say, and how to say it without looking like a girl.

His hand moved around his friend's hip to take a hold of his cock, but not stroke it. Just enough to tease him in return. "It seeks more then nameless cunt or cock this morning." He admitted, "It seeks you." and had for a while if he admitted. He had once gone to the tavern and picked a man who could pass for his friend int he dark, just to pretend. He would enjoy the real thing better. "Now that drink has cleared from mind, the promises of the last night still tempt, do they not?" He wanted his friend, and at that point begin stroking Agron's cock though his clothes.

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[Agron]

Tag: Deimos

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Deimos' words were all Agron needed to hear. All that he required to be rest assured. To him, this wasn't just sex. They had developed a bond and Agron knew of his growing feelings for the other. He also knew that Deimos would not say this unless it was true -- for there was no reason to lie. And lastly, he knew that such words did not come with ease to his friend. The appreciation for them felt all the more within Agron, and had every intention of rewarding him with what he now knew they both wanted. What they both longed for. Agron closed his eyes, heavily exhaling when he felt Deimos' hand on his cock over the barrier of clothing. It felt good; it made him want more. Slowly opening his eyes he looked at Deimos, sincerity mixed with longing in his gaze.

"Your words stir own cock to desire," he told him truthfully. "As does your touch." His hand working him, so sensitive to the smallest touch from Deimos. Agron moved Deimos hand away from him, and where his wrist held is other, pulled Deimos' hand from his pants. "If that is what it desires," Agron began to say, leaning down to kiss Deimos on the jaw, moving up along his cheek, until he reached his mouth, where he hovered above him, lips just barley brushing against each other. "Then I would have it seek me no further." With hand, Agron closed the distance, lips pressed against Deimos' in a passionate kiss, while Agron's hands moved to open the fastenings of Deimos' pants, wanting to touch him. Wanting to pleasure him. Wanting to give him all which he desired.

[Deimos]

Deimos

Deimos had said more about his feelings just now then he had ever said to anyone, which was why he breathed a bit deeper when it seemed to be enough for Agron to accept his feelings. He wasn't the type to get attached, or open up--until now. Which was why he hadn't even realized he was bracing himself for Agron's reaction until he took in a deep breath and realized he had held his slightly.

Agron moved forward and kissed his way to Deimos' mouth, before Deimos made a move to add anything to their pleasure. He was used to just laying back and being serviced, which was why he just laid there and let Agron work himself over his pants. Flattening his palm over Agron's belly, he tucked his hand into his friend's pants and took his friend into his palm. Sinking deeper, he cupped his balls, and fondled before pulling out, leaving his friend wanting.

Reaching up to his face, he cupped Agron's cheeks before running his hands in his hair. "Undress for me," he told his lover, wanting to saver the first time, and drag it out a little more by watching his friend disrobe for him, and build the anticipation.

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[Agron]

Tag: Deimos

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron let out a groan of pleasure, ceasing in his actions for a moment as he felt Deimos' hand cup the sac of skin, only thickening Agron's own arousal. He had longed for his friend's touch for some time . . . and now finally having it, almost felt too good to be true. Just as Deimos seemed to be taking his time, Agron too wished the savor the experience. To feel every part. Every moment. Every touch. From the way Deimos cupped him, to the way he ran his hand through his hair. So when he told him to undress for him, Agron was only too eager to reply. He leaned towards Deimos for another kiss, a slow, deep one before easing out of it. They could truly take their time. There was no need for haste, no sense of urgency from the constraint of time.

They could just . . . be together. In all the physical ways they could. Agron began to remove his shirt, moving with the same slowness that the previous kiss had held. A slow, lingering building of the moment. He tossed to the ground the garment, but did not go for his pants. Not yet. Instead, he moved to remove Deimos' shirt, lifting the fabric over his head until he was divested of it and leaning down to create a path of kisses along his chest, starting from the top and slowly making his way down lower, appreciating his perfect form; praising it with every touch of his lips and hands as the former ran over his broad shoulders and down his upper arms.

[Deimos]

Deimos

Deimos laid back, and folded his hands behind his head to enjoy watching his new lover remove his clothes. He felt himself hardening, and growing thicker at the sight of the shirt coming off, knowing the pants would be next. He had often thought about his friend's cock, and would enjoy watching it spring free. Only it seemed Agron had something else in mind, as he first moved to remove Deimos' shirt. The captain wasn't used to being disobeyed, both on his ship and in his bed. He felt a the need to push his lover into the bed and spank him, but held back. Allowing someone else to take the lead was odd for him, but not unwelcome.

Once his shirt was off, he let Agron kiss his way over his skin, his breathing causing his belly to move in slightly uneven and deep movements. His hand moved to fist in his lover's hair to help him control where he wanted him to go, but he didn't direct him. Giving up that control was something big for Deimos. "I have yet to see cock that I have often thought of." thought he was content to allow his lover the lead of that is what he wanted. Moving his hand down toward the top of the pants, he tugged on them in a firm hint to what he wanted.

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[Agron]

Tag: Deimos

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron could feel the change in his breath, the rise and fall of his chest. The way his breathing became more staggered. It was glorious, flooding Agron with anticipation of what other sort of reactions he could draw from Deimos. The encouraging way Deimos' hand went to the back of his head certainly fueled Agron's desire to cause Deimos to feel more. He knew the pirate to be quite experienced, but to hear that he thought of Agron, thought of the two of them in such intimate nature . . . only further motivated Agron in this moment. Causing his heart to swell with emotion as he now knew, that this was not casual sex for either of them.

Agron smiled, gently moving away his lover's hand from his pants. "I too have long thought of this moment," Agron stated in between each kiss, lightly tugging at a nipple before releasing it and moving up the front of Deimos' neck. "Of what it was to touch you," he added on, aligning their mouths. "To have you inside of me," he added on, breathing over Deimos' lips as Agron's hands fell to the pirate's pants and started to properly unfasten them. "So tell me what desires fill you." What did he want. What could Agron offer him. Once his pants were open, Agron began to pull them down, slightly raising the lower half of his body so that he could move them with ease. "For one way or another I would have you inside me," he breathed before capturing Deimos' lips once more. Whether it was between his lips, or between his cheeks.

[Deimos]

Deimos

"I too have long thought of this moment," "Then you should have given voice to wants sooner," Deimos said, his voice deeper and slower now that he was growing more aroused. His words ended with a slight hiss of breath between his teeth, as Agron teased his nipple, and he wanted more then light tugging. Agron spoke again and kissed him, only to continue speaking. This time, rather then giving Deimos what he asked for, Agron moved his hands to begin lowering Deimos' pants. Lifting his hips to help the tight material lower, Deimos again allowed the insubordination. Though he promised himself it would not last forever.

Deimos moved his hand to grip Agron's firm ass as his lover continued to speak. "For one way or another I would have you inside me," A slow smile spread over Deimos' face at his words, "Then disappoint you I shall not," he promised, as he widened his legs to prevent his pants from going lower. They were low enough to allow his thick cock to spring free, but not fully remove.

His muscled arms moved around Agron's smaller frame and with ease he quickly flipped them over to that Agron was on his back, and Deimos was not on top. He trusted his now bare hips slowly against Agron's covered one, while he leaned down to kiss him deeply, using his tongue to match his rhythm. Pulling back he cupped the younger's man's face and pushed his thumb into his mouth, "suck on me," he demanded, while his free hand moved down to roughly yank open Agron's pants and to pull his cock free of the constants. Wrapping his large hand around them both he trust a few times. Groaning as the motion only heightened his own need, Deimos looked into Agron's face. "My desires are simple," he told him, giving them both a tight squeeze, "I intend to fuck you, and hear my own name on your lips as I do."

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[Agron]

Tag: Deimos

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Given voice to it sooner. On the one hand, Agron had wanted to. On the other, everything felt more intense now that they had taken the time to form a bond, rather than just use each other for their cocks and that was it. So perhaps the timing was just right now. When Deimos spoke of not disappointing him, Agron felt a thrill shoot through him as he flipped their positions so that the pirate lay on top of him. Agron's head pressed back harder against the pillow as Deimos began to thrust against him, rubbing their erections together and eliciting deep breaths from Agron as the German forced his eyes to remain open.

Sounds became stifled when Deimos' finger moved into his mouth, at which, Agron parted his lips to accept it between them. His tongue glided along Deimos' finger, teeth scraping over the flesh as he slightly bobbed his head, teasingly sucking it in and out of his mouth as he would Deimo's cock, eyes remaining on the pirate every second that he did. Agron lightly nipped at his skin when Deimos pulled open his pants, the German feeling relief at his cock being freed, groaning with the sensation of Deimos' hand gripping them, running over his aching member.

Agron pushed his hips upwards, further pressing them together as non verbal indication that he wanted more. Encouraging Deimos to take him, as he spoke of. With a final glide of his tongue, Agron released Deimos finger from his mouth, putting his own finger in between his lips to slick it, before trailing it along the crease of Deimos' ass. Taunting the space as Agron's eyes gleamed with desire. "Would that my tongue be free to form such words," he said almost teasingly, implying what else he wanted to do with it. With his words, he slipped a finger inside Deimos' hole, mimicking the rhythm in which he took his finger into his mouth.

[Deimos]

Deimos

Deimos was picturing his cock in his lover's mouth, as Agron used teeth and tounge to tempt him. He was mentally deciding on how he would use his lover, when once again Agron surprised him, but taking some of the control back. There was not many that Deimos would let penetrate him, as he normally did the penetrating; but as his lover moved his finger down, Deimos found the sensations where ones that he was unwilling to stop. Perhaps it was that he had build a friendship with the man first, and this was no longer about just sex with him? He was not sure where the willingness came from, but he did enjoy the way the feelings seemed to go from his ass to his cock, and make him harder. Pearly liquid leaked out of the top, as it pushed him toward his climax. "Fuck," he breathed under his breath, waiting to both prolong this fucking and finish it now.

He let the moment continue linger for an extended moment, before he grinned. "Then moan my name around my cock," he told Agron, letting their cocks go. Moving to stand beside the bed, he tugged the other man to turn, so that Agron had his head hanging just off the bed, and he could hand feed his cock to him. "Put finger back where it belongs!" He demanded, knowing his friend could not speak while he was slowly trusting his cock in and out of his mouth, "and find reward for once obeying." For if his friend did as he was told this time, Deimos planned to bend over, and mirror the actions, by taking his friend's cock in his mouth, and finger in while hole.

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[Agron]

Tag: Deimos

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron felt a small victory in seeing the precome leak out of Deimos from the offered pleasure. Though he was swift to alter their position again, moving to a stand. Before he had the chance to properly gaze and appreciate Deimos in his natural form, in this intimate way, Agron felt his mouth filled with cock. Not that he showed any resistance. He easily took in and accommodated Deimos' impressive length, parting his lips as he felt him slide in and out of his mouth.

Agron's back rested against the bed, his eyes closing to fully soak in every sensation of this moment. His hands gripped each cheek of Deimos' ass, encouraging his thrusts as he gripped him tightly, firmly. Agron was torn between speaking in return, or continuing action. The glorious feel of the pirate seemed to make his decision easy, groaning against his member, sending a vibration through him as Agron bobbed his head from this inverted angle, picking up the pace as his hands pushed him closer against him and attempted to take some control of the pace.