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Sobs of pleasure reached a crescendo as orgasm took over completely, pleasure bursting
throughout his body. So, so good. He had never&
His mind slipped away, anything resembling thought disappearing as the ecstasy consumed
him.
Torin watched as the other man experienced his climax, settle into glowmood, and was
certain it was one of the sexiest moments he had ever witnessed. Looking away, the scene
becoming too much to bear, he found that a dab of Gin s seed had landed upon his arm. He was
tempted to taste it, but was uncertain as to why when such a thought had never occurred to him
before. Then again, never had he imagined he would share an intimate experience such as this
with someone like Gin. He had had plenty with his wife, loved each one, but then she had always
enjoyed being dominated sexually.
He kept his groan of aroused frustration silent, as his own prick demanded attention under
the water. He continued watching Gin experience his glowmood. The pirate had been too tightly
wound to go for any length and he had to admit surprise Gin lasted as long as he had. He could
only wonder if next time the pirate s endurance would increase.
A soft gasp escaped his lips.
Next time? Why would he think& ? The man had kidnapped him.
CHAPTER 6
Body trembling, Gin s vision slowly began to focus as the glowmood faded, the room
coming into sharp relief, Torin&
His mouth worked but no sound came out, uncertain if he was embarrassed or the
reemergence of arousal was heating his body and face. Torin had commanded he pleasure
himself and he had done so with little compulsion& nae, he had done so with great willingness.
He had wanted to obey.
He removed his hands from his prick and balls and began to button himself back into his
breeches, but his hands and prick were sticky with his seed. Now looking anywhere but at the
other man, he located the washbasin and moved over to it with clumsy steps. He washed his
hands, then took a cloth and washed his genitals, his movements becoming more frantic with
each ticking of the brass timetell on the desk.
Finished cleaning, pleased Torin said nothing to him, he finally buttoned himself back into
his breeches and rushed from the cabin, not stopping until he was at the bow railing sucking in
deep breaths.
How& ?
Fuck! Never had he experienced such a& a&
He hardly ever touched himself, finding no true pleasure in it& afraid that someone might
walk in and think him dirty. Had not Perta done so? Had she not taken great pleasure in&
He pulled in several more breaths trying to calm down, forcing the past away.
It had been amazing: the sensations, the pleasure. When Torin started speaking of sucking
him& fucking him, Yeryl and Zasara, it was as if it were actually happening. Had he gone into
lusher detail with his words&
His body swayed at the thought.
Capt n, is all well? Rune called from the quarterdeck, a little surprised to see Gin away
from the cabin so soon.
Aye, a whisper. Clearing his throat, steeling himself, he turned around, and spoke again,
this time voice loud and clear, a hand raised in greeting. Aye, Master Stone. All is well. My
treasure is quite tempting and in need I was of fresh air.
And Torin was tempting. He wanted, much to his& shame, embarrassment, surprise, to
return to the cabin and experience it all again.
* * *
Torin s teeth clenched and his body arched as he came, his hand moving swiftly over his
prick, seed erupting. So good. Tears began to run down his cheeks as the pleasure seemed to
continue on and on.
How long? How long had it been since he felt such intense pleasure? Yes, he had used his
hand to ease an aching need since his wife s death, but this was reminiscent of when she would
watch or took him into her own hand.
With the glowmood settling over him, he allowed his mind to wander while he lay content,
his hand now lightly messaging his softening prick. Alara had once spoken of wanting to see him
with another man; kissing, touching. He had found her description hot, enjoyed envisioning the
nameless man sucking upon his prick, but when afterwards she asked if they might truly try such
a thing&
It had been the one thing he refused to give her. In his eyes, despite her want, it had felt like
a betrayal.
What am I doing, Lara? he murmured, his eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling. I& I am
suddenly so lost. I wish to do this again, mayhap make some of my words a reality, and yet&
A few more tears slipped and fell. Never had I wanted another not while you lived, not
before, not since. But it feels like a lie to say so. Always has there been this thing with Kynon&
Gin. The day he kissed me by the pond when I stayed that one summer with the ryn Ferths, I
felt& something; a tingle, a want. Always has it been thus with him. And yet I wish not to feel
this way, I wish not to lose the memories of our time together.
He could swear he felt gentle hands upon his cheeks, the brush of a breath caressing his face
as if someone stood above his head looking down at him from behind. His wife used to do that
when he bathed.
You were everything to me, and all that I have done these past five years was for you. A
sobbing breath burst from his lips, but he quickly sucked it back in; it was not a new
conversation. I know, tis not what you would have wished, but& Tis done and there is naught
I would do to reverse it; he deserves it all. That is not what worries me, frightens me. I want
Gin& that is what frightens me. So many issues do I sense within him, complicated issues, and
yet, would I want him otherwise?
Lara& Mayhap it was his imagination, but he felt lips upon his forehead and a sensation
of peace enveloping him. Were she there, he knew she would be approving, but then were she
approving, he would bet a handful of debloos that, despite her spiritual form, she would be
watching. Mayhap you will finally gain your wish.
Wh-who gains a wish? Gin entered the cabin doing his best to act as if nothing had
transpired. He carried a tray of food, which he placed upon the round table sitting in the middle
of the cabin; he left the food covered. He peeked at Torin with a sideways glance, trying not to
feel the heat filling his face. Though was it from embarrassment or arousal? He still did not know
the answer.
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