The captain wasn’t far behind, as Jude had barely pulled his blouse untucked from his sash before the cabin doors were opening behind him. He turned around to see Kit ripping the curtains closed behind him, blocking the last of the hallway light from the captain’s quarters. 

Early evening moonlight filtered through the rear windows, spilling pale blue light across the scuffed wooden floors and lighting Kit’s face with a cold, unforgiving edge. Jude shivered as the man prowled towards him, his hands reaching out for Jude’s top to finish what the young pirate had only just started.

Their lips found each other again, while desperate hands began to undress. When Kit’s buckles and belts clunked heavily to the floor alongside Jude’s belongings, the captain’s movements eventually slowed to appreciate Jude’s body as they derobed. Their kisses, though still feverish, were quicker and lighter while their attention divided between touch and feel.

While Jude unbuttoned the captain’s blouse, breaking from the kiss to stare at his gradually exposed chest and the wispy hairs caught by the light, Kit’s hands settled against him. One lay firmly planted on his ass, while the other cupped the front of his trousers with gentle pressure. His touch stifled Jude’s breath and made his fingers fumble over his buttons, but eventually he had his waistcoat and blouse unbuttoned enough to shove them both firmly over Kit’s shoulders.

“Everything alright?” Kit whispered, brushing his lips against Jude’s prickly jaw.

It was only when Jude reached down to return the favour, noticing the captain’s arousal tenting in his pants, that he realised his own was still soft and hidden beneath Kit’s hand.

Jude nodded against the captain’s lips. “Forgive me,” he muttered, rolling his palm against the end of Kit’s tent to help appease him, “I’m still sensitive from earlier, I may take a little while to…”

Goosebumps pricked up the back of Jude’s neck when felt heard Kit exhale roughly against his cheek.

“You actually touched yourself in here?” he asked, his hand clenching around Jude’s ass. Jude laughed breathlessly and followed the touch, allowing Kit to push their bodies together. 

“Y-yes,” he nodded, heart skipping as he remembered his flood of pleasure from writhing in Kit’s sheets. 

Kit’s response was replaced with a kiss of increased hunger, of gnashing teeth and a pulsing tongue, paired with hands that grasped desperately at Jude’s body for purchase. His arousal was contagious, and Jude found himself clawing and gripping Kit’s torso that was exposed between the cuts of half-forgotten fabric that hung from the captain’s elbows.

The hunger stirred him to tear their mouths apart, instead locking his lips to Kit’s bare collarbone. The captain’s head instantly tipped back, and the hand which was fruitlessly rolling against Jude’s crotch settled into Jude’s hair instead. His nails dug in, firmly but slowly, and his fingertips applied an even pressure against his scalp to encourage him to continue.

Jude could think of nothing but continuing. He began with a gentle suck, pressing his tongue against the captain’s neck and using his teeth only to plant his mouth securely. But when those nails grazed his head, when the roots of his hair twinged and sparked like fire down his spine, he sunk his teeth deeper and pulled the flesh, to create a deeper, harsher mark.

Almost as quickly as he’d latched on, Jude let go again, grazing his lips like a feather against the bite. 

“Is that okay?” he whispered, tilting his head up towards Kit’s ear.

“Yes,” the captain replied instantly, his voice low and breathy and wanting. “Yes, Jude.”

Jude bent back down, returning his kiss to the fresh bruise before latching his teeth onto a bare patch of skin just beneath it. His hands ventured from Kit’s chest up to his shoulders, then followed the flow of muscle down to the bunches of fabric at his elbows. As his teeth nipped and sucked, gently tugging their way down his torso, his hands helped the last of Kit’s clothing fall to the floor. 

He stopped occasionally to lay his tongue flat against a particularly delicious curve of skin; dipping beneath his pecks, down the ripple of his abdomen, and circling his already peaked nipples. Whenever he found a spot that made Kit’s torso expand with a sudden breath, or had his fingers tightening around the roots of his hair, Jude pulled him close with his hands around his hips and sunk his teeth in, gnawing on the skin like he was Jude’s last meal.

Jude was feeling particularly proud of himself when the captain involuntarily bucked his hips for the second time, but by the third, Kit was pulling his hair more firmly, tugging him back up to his feet. Jude gasped at the pain and let himself be pulled, swaying against his captain when he was back on steady feet.

“Enough,” Kit growled, mouth open and eyes half lidded with drunk arousal. “I need to know what else that mouth can do.”

Jude shivered and tightened his grip around Kit’s hips, thrusting him closer. “Tell me what to do,” he whispered, head tilted up against his hands.

Kit stood silently in a moment of thought, and both men took the chance to catch their breath. As Jude waited patiently for his instruction, his hands started moving against the curve of his hips to pull their lower halves together. Kit’s eyes fluttered shut as Jude rubbed their bodies together, and the young pirate couldn’t resist taking the opportunity to press his lips to Kit’s jaw once more.

He nipped and kissed only for a moment, before Kit’s eyes snapped open and his hands dropped down to their hips, where he encircled his fingers tightly around Jude’s wrists. 

Jude stilled his movements and stared as he let the captain press the heels of his palms together, then rose them up to his chest.

“On your knees,” Kit growled, his grip still firm around Jude’s hands.

A shiver of arousal shot down Jude’s spine as he lowered himself, eventually dropping his knees to the floor with a heavy thud. He lifted his head to meet Kit’s eye, his gaze partially obscured by his raised arms. He tentatively held them in place even after the captain released his grip, and felt another spark ripple through his body at the sight of Kit’s pleased smile.

“Good boy,” the captain rumbled slowly. Jude squeezed his hands into fists to control himself, to keep his hands in place.

“You can place them behind your back,” Kit continued, dancing his fingers down the length of one of Jude’s arms until his nails ran over the curve of his shoulder. “But show me what you can do without them.”

***

Jude gasped for air, finally releasing the white-knuckled grip he had around his wrist so he could lay his hands flat against the floor. Kit stood back as Jude held himself up and caught his breath, but he barely had a chance to wipe the saliva from his face before Kit’s boot was nudging between his thighs, spreading his knees apart.

“Someone’s awake,” Kit drawled, grinning down at the slumped pirate on his floor.

Jude looked down at where the toe of Kit’s boot nudged the bulge in his trousers, threatening to apply a sturdier pressure. He wiped his eyes against the length of his forearm as he lifted his head to meet Kit’s gaze, startled to find a hand outstretched and waiting for him.