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The night had thrown the ship into darkness as she floated idly on the black ocean. Everywhere was quiet. Even the sea had calmed and only knocked lightly against the ship. Every hand was asleep except for the watch in the crow’s nest far above everything else.

Peaceful. Secretive. Silent. Silver light from the full moon shone silently as it rose overhead.

Locked away in the captain’s quarters, it was not so still and quiet. The moonlight snuck inside a crack in the window to pierce total black, white light casting harsh shadows across the room, half illuminating two naked figures wrapped around each other on the floor. Nothing else existed as they were lost in the throes of passion.

Ben was sitting with his back was against the wall, knees slightly bent to support the crimson-haired man in his lap. One of his large hands curled around his lover’s slender hip with strength enough to leave bruises. With this, he guided Shanks again and again, rocking the smaller man on his swollen cock. His other hand was wrapped around the redhead’s throat, squeezing to make it difficult to breath, blocking off most of his air. Ben’s eyes searched every twitch of Shanks’ face in the pale moonlight. They both knew the limits of this game.

Shanks would be moaning in ecstasy if he could catch the breath to do so. As it was, his eyes were focused on the spill of loose hair over Ben’s shoulders. This dark line kept his head clear enough as he was rolled by two sensations that threatened to take him under. His hand gripped his own weeping erection, working himself off under the double onslaught of pleasure.

Just as Shanks’ eyes began to flutter shut, Ben released his hold on the other man’s throat. Shank gasped for breath as his eyes flew open. His body shuddered as the orgasm hit him strongly. He clenched down on Ben’s shaft as he came, spattering his milky pleasure over his lover’s stomach. Shanks stroked the last drops from himself, sinking his weight to drive Ben farther inside, riding him harder and more franticly.

It was still a struggle to catch his breath back, but Shanks caught Ben’s eyes with a mischievous glint. Shanks lifted his hand, speckled by pearly drops, and ran his fingertip over his own lips slowly. He tilted his head more fully into the light and reached out his tongue to lick his fingers clean.

Ben was enraptured by every second of the show. His hands pulled more at Shanks’ hips, thrusting harder and panting from the exertion. Ben’s body hitched and a shiver ran through him when a low moan escaped Shanks’ lips. He had to avert his eyes to control himself, grunting appreciatively in response.

He felt Shanks shift his body, sliding their positions just enough to start a whole new ripple of pleasure as Ben filled the younger man with his engorged shaft all the way to its base.

Their lips brushed together as Shanks leaned forward, teasing a kiss across sensitive skin. When he was sure he had Ben’s full attention again, he played the kiss again, pulling his head away just slightly when Ben lifted his head to meet him. Shanks couldn’t withhold a grin as he leaned in again to touch just the tip of his tongue to Ben’s lower lip.

Ben scowled and bucked his hips in protest of being teased. The motion tore something between a laugh and a moan from Shanks’ raw throat. The crafty grin returned, only more reassured by the reaction. Again and again, Shanks leaned in to tease kisses over Ben’s lips. Ben only got more eager in his attempts to catch him, and this only encouraged Shanks to continue his teasing in between soft grunts from their wild rhythm.

The grin disappeared just a half-second before Shanks pounced Ben’s lips and forced entrance with his tongue. They met each other in a hungry press, tongues wrestling for dominance deep in each other’s mouths and drinking each other down.

Ben jerked and bruised Shanks’ hips in his hold, moaning deeply into the kiss as he came suddenly. The orgasm wracked his body, blurring his vision white at the edges. Shanks’ grin returned as he broke the kiss to cry out with a short breath.

Their bodies slowed gradually, holding onto their rhythm for as long as they could both stay upright. They met with soft breathy kisses cast in the sharp moonlight. Shanks collapsed against Ben’s chest, and they waited in each other’s arms for their gasps to fade back into the stillness of night.