…Plans?!
I tried to sit up but he pinned my wrists. "What kind of plans?"
"The kind that involve rope."
My face went hot and a garbled noise came out.
"You were very articulate until a moment ago," Llewellyn said, sliding a hand inside my trousers.
"…"
I kissed him to shut him up and smother some of the noises that were coming out of my mouth.
"What exactly are these plans?" I asked again.
Llewellyn's grip tightened slightly around me. "Impatient."
"You brought up rope."
I tried to sit up again but Llewellyn pressed me back down.
He looked composed, but through the bond I could feel how affected he was, and how much he wanted to hold me down and... the rest.
I swallowed.
"You don't look as turned on as you feel through the bond right now," I said with a gasp.
Llewellyn snorted. "Want to know what I can feel coming from you?"
No, thank you!
I could feel Llewellyn's satisfaction at my reaction flowing through the bond.
...This was embarrassing.
"This telepathy thing is going to be a problem," I managed, arching up, before Llewellyn pushed me back down again.
"Why?"
"Because you're smug enough already."
Llewellyn grinned and bit down on my throat. "I'm not smug."
"You're practically purring."
"I don't purr," Llewellyn said. "I'm enjoying myself."
Well.
Luckily for him, I liked seeing him enjoy himself.
"So, rope?" Llewellyn asked again.
I moaned.
Obviously yes! Why was he wasting time?
Llewellyn eyed me. "Would you trust me with something else?"
Uh?
"What is that?"
Llewellyn mouthed under my ear, sucking a mark there.
A moment later, I watched him collect something from his inventory and place it over my eyes.
"…"
Was that a blindfold?!
"Wait, is this—"
"I'm not done," Llewellyn said.
He pulled his hand out of my trousers, then tugged my arm until I was off the bed, standing up.
What? I couldn't see anything.
Llewellyn pressed me against the wall.
"What are you—"
"System," Llewellyn said. "Open the Command Line interface."
"…"
What the— What was he doing?!
"This took a lot of work," Llewellyn said kissing me, still pressing me against the wall. "But it looked like something you were going to like."
I slid a hand under his shirt. "A lot of work to do what?"
The air around us changed.
Wait... Where was the breeze coming from?
And was I hearing waves? And seagulls?!
I couldn't see anything, but there seemed to be a crowd around us.
And the music…
Wait a moment.
"OHO! Look at that!" someone said cheerfully.
"Blindfolded and pinned!"
"Lad's ready to be taken!"
"Looks like the captain wants to give us a show!"
What the— Fuck.
Were we really…?
How did he do this?!
I barely had time to breathe before Llewellyn's mouth was on mine.
I let out a noise. I was shirtless and hard, with what I assumed was a mast against my back. Llewellyn was still fully clothed, pressed against me, apparently very pleased with himself.
"You said you were okay with NPCs, right?" Llewellyn said in my ear.
Fuck.
I swallowed.
"Depends. Where are you planning to take this?"
"Can't you tell?" Llewellyn said sliding a hand into my trousers again.
The crowd erupted in cheers.
"Aye, staking his claim in front of the whole crew!"
"Cap'n's got 'im at 'is mercy and he's making the most of it!"
"Take yer time taking 'im apart, captain! We've nowhere to be!"
I bumped my head back against the mast.
Llewellyn kept going, his hand steady as he hovered close. I grabbed him and pulled him into a rough kiss.
"Oho! Lad's getting impatient!"
"Cap'n's in no hurry. That's a man who knows what he's got!"
"Take everything off, captain! Let us see!"
Llewellyn bit down on my lower lip.
"I knew you were into this," he said, clearly grinning. "Very into this."
Fuck.
"What about the rope?" I said in his mind.
Llewellyn took his hand back and broke the kiss just long enough to say against my mouth, "Hands up."
I obeyed without thinking.
The pirates exploded in cheers.
"AYEEE, HE'S GOT ROPE!"
"Didn't even 'ave to ask twice!"
"Lad can't keep it in!"
Rope slid over my wrists.
More rope followed around my torso, anchoring me to the mast, then around my waist.
Llewellyn's hands lingered at each pass, intentionally brushing against my trousers, driving me crazy and drawing more cheers.
"Go for it, captain!"
"Captain's circling him like a shark!"
"Stop dancin' and get grabby!"
Llewellyn's hand was back in my trousers. I moaned and arched up against the rope, though I couldn't move much.
"Look at him pulling at the rope already!"
"Lad's not going anywhere now—cap'n made sure of it!"
"Red to his ears and asking for it!"
"Cap'n's got full control!"
Heat burned all over my body and my breath was uneven.
I pulled at the rope again on reflex. It didn't give.
"Great," Llewellyn said, pressing a kiss on my throat.
A second later, he took all my clothes off.
The crew exploded into chaos.
"Captain's got him bare in front of the whole crew!"
"Somebody fetch me more grog, this is a lot!"
"Let's fetch some for the captain too!"
"Lad's standin' there naked, beggin' to be taken!"
"Look at that blush! Red as a sunset!"
I couldn't breathe. The mast was pressed against my back, I had rope around my wrists and torso, and Llewellyn was right there, fully clothed.
"..."
Llewellyn's hand closed around me again, this time with no trousers in the way.
Fuck, fuck.
Through the bond, I could feel how much Llewellyn was enjoying himself—which wasn't helping me in the slightest.
Llewellyn moved away for a moment, his hand retracting too. When he leaned back in to cup my head and pull me into a kiss, alcohol was pushed into my mouth with it.
Oh. I shuddered hard.
This was great.
I kissed him.
"Cap'n's feeding him rum and he's just opening his mouth for it!"
"Lad's taking whatever he's given!"
"Bare, tied, and drinking from the captain's mouth!"
Llewellyn took another sip and did it again, his grip on the nape of my neck tighter. I moaned, my knees buckling. Honestly, without the rope holding me up, I would have toppled over completely.
When Llewellyn pulled back from the kiss, I was panting.
"Seems like you're enjoying yourself," Llewellyn said in my ear.
That was an understatement.
Llewellyn parted my legs. A few moments later, slick fingers were at my hole, opening me up.
Oh. Fuck.
The crowd cheered.
"Cap'n knows what he's doing! The lad can only take it!"
"He's in the captain's hands now!"
"Lad can pull at those ropes all he likes—captain's not done yet!"
"Aye, lad'll get there when the captain decides!"
Every cell in my body felt like it was on fire.
Llewellyn's fingers curled and I almost lost it.
"More?" Llewellyn asked.
I shivered. "You know the answer to that."
"I want to hear it."
I groaned and struggled against the rope.
"Maybe we should give them a better view," Llewellyn said, stepping to the side.
The crowd exploded.
"AYEEE!"
"Cap'n's considerate! Always thinking of others!"
"Lad's on show whether he likes it or not—and he likes it!"
Llewellyn leaned closer. "So? Still no begging?"
Fuck. I was not going to!
I could picture Llewellyn's raised eyebrows without even seeing him. His fingers were still moving.
I pulled at the rope but it still didn't give.
"I'll ask again," Llewellyn said, finding that particular spot inside me. "More?"
I groaned loudly and Llewellyn took his fingers back.
Fuck, fuck. What!
"Behave yourself," Llewellyn said, leaning in to bite on my earlobe. His fingers were suddenly back slick again, and I realized he'd just taken them back to use the second vial. "Or I'll have to gag you, too."
I made what was probably my most embarrassing sound to date.
"Lad's speechless!"
"He's ready to be plundered, he is!"
"C'mon captain, give it to 'im good!"
Llewellyn kissed me hard. Through the bond, I could feel how much he was enjoying being this possessive in front of a whole crowd and… uh… it was doing things to me.
He broke the kiss and I bit down on his lower lip before he could pull back.
"Not so smug now, are you?" I said with a grin. "Or you think I can't feel how much you want to fuck me?"
The whole crowd LOST it.
"Look at the captain's face—lad got to 'im!"
"He pushed back and the captain pushed harder—that's how it goes!"
"Take 'im captain, time to make 'im beg for it!"
"Aye! Show 'im who's in charge."
Llewellyn's other hand ended up on my hip, pushing me back against the mast, and hoisting my leg up.
"They're right," Llewellyn said, and suddenly there was more rum in my mouth. Fuck. Where had that come from? Not being able to see was insane. "You haven't begged yet."
"And you're still dressed," I said, feeling slightly unhinged.
"I am."
"That's unfair."
"You're right." He rolled his hips against me, his fingers still moving inside me, and I choked on whatever I was going to say next. Then, through the telepathic bond: "Hard to follow through if I'm still clothed."
"…"
Ah, I was losing it.
"Lad was talking back a second ago—look at him now!"
"Captain shut 'im up good! Lad can't even hold himself up!"
"Cap'n's not holdin' back anymore!"
I grabbed at the rope above my head. I needed something to hold onto.
"The question is," Llewellyn said, rolling his hips again, making me see stars. "Should I take you here tied to the mast? Or should I untie you and bend you over?"
I moaned, my stomach swooping low.
I didn't even want to know what he was getting from my side of the bond.
Llewellyn bit down on my earlobe again, lips clearly quirked up.
"Looks like the answer is both."