John

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot was feeling much better about his position on the ship now. Particularly having quarters of his own, as meager as they were. It felt as if he were in a place now where he could improve upon things. And he hadn't even had to fuck anyone for it. Plus Winter's potion had worked, and he hadn't vomited in days.

Wearing the robes that Q had given him, having charmed them to a dark purple, Eliot went up to the deck for some air. This was really... not where he had imagined himself.

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[petty_dabbler]

John leaned in close.

"Well, you did call me daddy," he smirked, then kissed him. It was slower and deeper, enjoying Eliot rather than the magic.

[eliot_thespectacular]

Eliot too had pretty much forgotten about the magic by this point. This really hadn't been where he was expecting this night to go, and he still thought John should have talked to him about it first, but he really could not bring himself to complain. He wouldn't have expected John to be such a good fuck, but...

He kissed him back, and let go of the rail with one hand so that he could tangle his fingers in John's hair.

[petty_dabbler]

John filled him, finding him slick and ready. It was easy to sink deep, easy to swallow every sound as he kissed him hard.

It was when Eliot seemed to need to gasp that he backed off.

"That's it, baby. Take it. All of it..." he rasped.

[eliot_thespectacular]

God Eliot was not going to be able to walk tomorrow. "Yes sir," he breathed, and caught his lips again.

[petty_dabbler]

John got lost in the kiss and his rhythm stuttered, dragging him away from the edge. He lingered there, exploring the taste of Eliot's tongue. He was in no hurry to end...certainly not now that they had the bed and some comfort.