[ Oh thank goodness for this generous soul because a smoke after being without for a while feels great. Even helps release a lot of the tension he wasn't entirely aware he was holding onto, actually relaxing for the first time since he's been put in these restraints.
--Wait, a hand with...? Ah. Right. There's that too.
Contrary to popular belief he does have some sense of decorum in this area, and had this been the first leg of the trip before he'd had smoke blown in his face for being coy, he might have politely refused. As it stands, if this guy is really looking for honest answers... ]
Nah, I could never get into denial. A hand would be very appreciated, actually.
Livin' the life of Larry, you are~ That's the Twinhook Pirates' level of service, tell your friends, so on an' so forth.
[Time to walk his fingers dooooown Akira's chest, hook sliding down to match (flat first, tip snagging now and then as a threat more than anything) until both appendages come to rest at his hips.]
You ready? Hope you don't mind the glove stayin' on. [It's fine, he'll spit on the glove, just...Gotta get the fly dealt with and all first, before he worries about impromptu lube. It's a little annoying to deal with, but part of the customer service is not tearing pants open with the hook and thus threatening any valuable bits underneath!
And also spitting on the glove once he fumbles through all that mess and actually pulls Akira's dick out. Whew, all that effort and for what? A few lazy strokes from a lazy pirate? Apparently so.] ...Yeeeesh, you better pay good. Least gnarly-lookin' knob I've seen award is all yours, sunshine.
[ Y'know, this is pretty good service for being kidnapped. He could've been left all alone in the dark to be fed and watered once in a while to make sure he's still alive, and all of the sudden he's got a gorgeous voice cooing at him and a hand around his dick. Didn't even have to spend those few moments setting a more playful mood, could have just. Gotten straight to business. Could've done nothing at all! Could've sliced his dick clean off.
So yes, while things could be better, they could also be much worse. ]
M-mm. [ And lazy or not, friction is friction. He'll take it, hardly contained groans and all. If this is the pace throughout he might be able to remember those manners of his. ]
Yeah...? You're really spoiling me here. I'll hold onto that one.
Yeah, well...'tween us and the shipping container next door, I don't get to play much anyway. This is a real high point compared to havin' to organise my lads or read boring reports.
[With the way he starts humming jauntily to himself, dick in hand, Gregor's expression's probably obvious to even the blindfolded. For a moment, it's almost as if he's completely content just waggling Akira around like a joystick, easily amused, until he suddenly digs his hand down deeper, palming and kneading insistently at his balls instead.
...At least there's still friction from his wrist, the way they're so close-quarters that Gregor's really having to lean in.]
Real, real pity I know you can't be trusted without all that tyin' up. I'd love to let you stretch out some, but nope. Like being whole and hale better, I reckon~ But...You can be loud, y'know. Might as well enjoy the perks, make the other guests jea~lous.
[Punctuated by a warm breath against Akira's throat and faintly wet leather sliding back up the underside of his shaft.] Or d'you wanna risk insulting poor old me, instead? After I'm letting you smoke that real fancy cig from far off ports and everything, too...
[ Well fuck, you can't just rack up the intensity on a dime like that and expect him not to let out a loud, wanton cry just like he's asked to. Though as that hand keeps going, it may become very clear very quickly that he'd have been pretty vocal whether he was told to be or not.
Can't even keep his voice out of his steadily heavier breathing, only allowing a quick moment of silence to swallow back a gulp of air. That, too, turns into another groan in short order, ] Oooh, If you let me out of here I'd ride you 'til you couldn't see straight--whoever the hell you are.
[ Among other things, but as long as both their heads are in the same place... ]
But you keep going and I can tell you aaaall about how good you're doing~
Oh pet, you're worth nothin' to my bottom line as soon as you leave this container~ Sorry 'bout the bad news, but I'm not lookin' to fuck you any time soon.
[Okay, that's a misleading statement given that he's absolutely starting to get hard enough to strain against those leather pants, but it's a misleading statement he has full licence to make, he feels. And really, it's not a lie, just...Misleading, yeah. Fucking the guests is bad form, but a little stress relief never hurt the bottom line either.
Not that his mind can't be changed, of course, and Akira's providing a better argument with each noise he makes, but. This is just enough fun for now, and if it gets too fun, then he can always trade favours, ideally.] You really got tickets on yourself though, doncha? Thinkin' that's a bartering chip under your belt~
[Of course, that bit about chips and under belts, that's the cue for Gregor's hand to shove back between Akira's thighs almost demandingly, as if this is his body, his flesh, and to hell with what the actual owner of it all wants. What the First Mate wants right now is to roll his precious guest's balls in his hand and grind his forearm against his dick all clumsy pressure, and there's nothing wrong with that.]
Or...Tell you what. I could just stop, right now~ Open the doors, let my lads in like a pack o' rabid mutts. You could ride 'em all you liked, esteemed guest~ How's that?
[ Back down that hand goes, and for a moment Akira's forgotten both how to form words and what patience is. The threat to stop is met with 'n-nn' before Gregor's even done, and an even more insistent 'n-nn' once he is, shaking his head like a child fighting off a tantrum. Whether that's more or less impolite than his hips bucking up to better meet Gregor's hand is completely up to him. ]
You. Just you. Only person who's stayed and talked to me the entire time I've been on this ship.
[ Is that grounds for a ravenous lay? Probably not on land. But here, when he's been alone for who knows how long and all of the sudden is getting a pretty stand up handjob, he's open to the idea. ]
[He chuffs softly, grip tightening for a second as if to remind his valued guest just where he's got him, before letting his fingers go slack once more. Maybe if he just applies a bit of pressure with his index finger and thumb to the shaft, his other fingers and palm can stay right where they are?
Gregor's gonna try that out, anyway. Fear's fun and all too, but this is almost on par, and god knows he needs some fucking motivation.]
You got any hot theories on why they might not be talkin' to you much? I'd love hearin'. Or maybe I just wanna see how long you're able to string proper words together while I got you like this...Dunno what we're gonna do if you cum on my nice little outfit, though. This is real good quality stuff we're talking about, shiny buttons 'n soft, real leather...
Ah, but you can't appreciate it like this~ Hang on, hang on~ [Time to shift forward a little, knees sliding between Akira's thighs and forcing them apart even more. All in the name of letting their torsos rub together, let those shiny buttons really get felt and all.] Same sorta leather as my glove, my pants are. Real soft stuff, nice lining.
[ Oh he's very aware of where he's got, thanks. At least it gets his hips to stop moving for now, but not without a quiet, needy whine sneaking up and out of him. He tries covering it up with another deep inhale, and it does sound pretty natural with his chest heaving in hot, heavy breaths. ]
The unknown. Breeds fear, anger.
They don't know what I am, what I can do. Just that I need--mm--special treatment.
[ Unless all the other guests get slapped with spiritual artifacts too, just in case. They'd need a priest on board to keep up with that kind of demand, probably, and if that were the case they'd know well enough through the grapevine that he's as good as human like this.
But oooh the warm body pressing even closer to his is once again making it hard for him not to squirm and try to do the same, leaking cock twitching in his stead. His legs don't even put up a fight to being spread, welcoming the other man right on in to do as he pleases, which Akira dearly hopes is continuing to expertly unravel him.
(And stay this close so he can indeed cum on Gregor's nice little outfit. He doesn't even know how nice it really looks, but in the spirit of rebelling against one's captor he's taken by the idea.) ]
Half marks. They wouldn't be still doin' it after the first day or two if it was just all that.
[Said languidly, as his hand moves in quite the opposite speed; tight grip, fast pace, thumb swiping at the head on each upward stroke to smear that leaking precum around and make up for his long-dried saliva. It's almost as if he's trying to drag that orgasm out of Akira early, kicking and screaming from the force he's using.
And then, just before it gets too much, he cinches his fingers around the base of the shaft in an impromptu cock ring, tongue rasping hot and wet against that smooth, perfectly sculpted jaw. (Maybe Gregor's stubble scratches along after, too. Don't worry about it.)]
They're afraid I'll kill 'em for playing with merchandise~ They're scared of me just as much, if not more, than they are of you~ And here you are, squealing and arching for my faaaaavour~
[ Words are long gone from his mind once the pace picks up, replaced with fervent gasping and panting, shameless enough to even let his tongue loll out of his mouth in mindless bliss of getting exactly what he wanted.
Until he isn't.
Generous as he's been about how much he's enjoying himself, it's plain as day when everything is climbing up on over to that breaking point...and when it's denied he all but sobs, falling forward onto Gregor and his nice little outfit if he's allowed. Even if he isn't he's still making his displeasure known with needy, pathetic mewls, squirming much more fervently against his bonds than before. ]
actually no, keep it. Keep that tongue out. Turns out that Gregor's just discovered a new kink, with the way he chuckles in surprised giddiness and tightens his fingers a little more. The thought strikes him; wouldn't it be nice to remove that blindfold, just to see what his guest's eyes are doing if his mouth's lost all shame?
But nah, not today. Not now.]
Need? What can I offer you...? I wonder~
Hey. Let's make a deal. You keep all this, the cumdrunk act 'n all, just for me...'n I might just let you finish now. Don't care what you do once you're onshore again, mind. But don't go sharin' this face with my boys. Don't go crazy over 'em like this, or beg 'em for anything...And I'll get back to tuggin' your prick real sweet. Just say it's a deal.
[Yeah, definitely new kink found. Something he can edge himself to throughout the day, fill up boring hours with. A treasure he doesn't have to share with anyone else...It's almost better than the finest grog, even, for putting a fire in his belly. He hooks Akira in closer still, coddling and cooing at him as though his pants aren't too fucking tight and he'll have to go have a cold shower right after this.]
Might even let you ride, if you ask again. Just gotta agree~ Good deal, right? Might even be worth sneakin' a pillow in here for you or somethin'...Just imagine~
[ Congratulations on the new kink, Greg, it is unfortunately non-negotiable with this weirdo.
And, well, if the grunts are too scared of their superior to talk or even knock the precious merchandise around a little for some kind of something to break up the monotony of being silent and still in the dark for days on end, it's not a hard decision to make. Even if his climax wasn't being held hostage.
Not to mention the implication they'd be doing this aaaall over again. ]
Deal. It's a deal, I'm all yours, now pleeeeaaase...!
[Unfortunately, he can't afford to actually have cumstains on his outfit, especially with how long he's taken in here already and how, once he opens the container up, all that sex reek is gonna flood on out. Plausible deniability, baby! Every bit of evidence he can eliminate, he will!
And by that, I mean that he peels away from Akira, though his hand's very much still in place, and braces a boot on his shoulder to push him backwards too. Time to give that dick some real room to shoot without landing on Gregor's nice leather pants, ideally. Then, and only then, does he resume the most brutal handjob ever, whole hand clasped tight and slick with precum, pumping like a fucked up milking machine. There might even be very light bruising once he's done, though at least it'll be in an area his lads aren't going to see, so he's not too worried about that. It's more fun this way anyway, if he gets to see the wildest o-face ever pulled by a man.]
[ There will be plenty of time for mild disappointment and an 'aw, darn' later. Right now? Right now it's all about finally getting that white hot stress relief from a few damn stressful days and fucking enjoying it.
If the neighboring containers didn't hear all the moaning before they're sure as hell hearing it now, the shamelessness kicked up just one more notch as he does indeed make that face aaaaall the way up and through. And despite being deliberately positioned away that doesn't stop him from trying to push himself back forward again, looking for some kind of contact, but once it's all out and his brain cares about nothing but restocking on blood and oxygen, he's left leaning against the boot at his shoulder as the next best thing.
Ha...hah...hoo. Here's hoping Gregor will let him stay there for a little while, at least until he realizes it isn't the most comfortable position to be in, because otherwise his ass is not moving. ]
Theeeere we are, good boy. Not a drop spent that can't be wiped off easy. [With a damp cloth at worst! Wonderful. And even better, or worse; Gregor's all too glad to let Akira stay just as he is--
okay that's a lie, he's currently doing a few things in this exact order. A) wipe glove on the underside of Akira's shirt. Or pants. Whichever's easiest to get to. B) tucking his dick back into his pants and doing his fly back up, all that jazz. Dick away. C) peeling away and stretching with a long groan. But otherwise? He's letting Akira stay just as he is!]
Don't tell my boys we did this, either. Or I'll toss you overboard for the Whales and the Waves, reimbursement be damned. Now rest up. Water'll be on its way in a few minutes, 'n I'll see about getting you a pillow as a VIP.
[At least he's going to sit there for a few seconds longer, just to let his words sink in properly and check in before he slips out. Gotta make sure he hasn't sprained the poor thing's dick with that treatment, after all.]
[ Ah, another surprisingly kind gesture from this fearsome, hardened pirate. It's not going to give him any delusions of intimacy, at least not later when his head's had enough time to clear, but it is noticed and appreciated. Five-star service. No notes.
The corners of his lips quirk up into a more immediately aware smile with a quiet laugh, lazily starting to straighten himself back up. ]
I'm not the type to kiss and tell, no worries there. Not a word of it out of me until the next time you want to pay a visit.
Good. Much appreciated, esteemed guest~ For that, I'll bring ya a mint. Or some of our faaaaamous mermaid ice cream~ Now, where'd I put that smoke...?
[The expensive shit stolen from other guests can't be wasted, y'know! So he's just going to take that cigarette back, even if it's nearly burnt out to the filter, then
pause, awkwardly
and reach out to tweak Akira's cheek with what might pass as fondness in any other circumstance. Here, it's just a gesture of...Appreciation, maybe.]
I'll tell the boys that you're under my care, since you acted up when I came in. They come in to undermine me after you get that water, feel free to throw a real tantrum, make it believable an' all. [Then, in a cloud of very, very faint smoke and the soft tick-tick of his boots on metal, he slips back out. Lets the door stay open a few seconds, just to get some fresh salt-death air in.]
Seeya in a few hours, peaches. [Thunk. At least he'll make good on that promise about the water; a boggled pirate slinks in and nudges a nice, cold bottle of water up against Akira's thigh not even five minutes later, before immediately scuttling back out. Gregor would do it himself, but...Well. Cold shower. Hot shower? Shower, either way.]
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--Wait, a hand with...? Ah. Right. There's that too.
Contrary to popular belief he does have some sense of decorum in this area, and had this been the first leg of the trip before he'd had smoke blown in his face for being coy, he might have politely refused. As it stands, if this guy is really looking for honest answers... ]
Nah, I could never get into denial. A hand would be very appreciated, actually.
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[Time to walk his fingers dooooown Akira's chest, hook sliding down to match (flat first, tip snagging now and then as a threat more than anything) until both appendages come to rest at his hips.]
You ready? Hope you don't mind the glove stayin' on. [It's fine, he'll spit on the glove, just...Gotta get the fly dealt with and all first, before he worries about impromptu lube. It's a little annoying to deal with, but part of the customer service is not tearing pants open with the hook and thus threatening any valuable bits underneath!
And also spitting on the glove once he fumbles through all that mess and actually pulls Akira's dick out. Whew, all that effort and for what? A few lazy strokes from a lazy pirate? Apparently so.] ...Yeeeesh, you better pay good. Least gnarly-lookin' knob I've seen award is all yours, sunshine.
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Could've sliced his dick clean off.So yes, while things could be better, they could also be much worse. ]
M-mm. [ And lazy or not, friction is friction. He'll take it, hardly contained groans and all. If this is the pace throughout he might be able to remember those manners of his. ]
Yeah...? You're really spoiling me here. I'll hold onto that one.
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[With the way he starts humming jauntily to himself, dick in hand, Gregor's expression's probably obvious to even the blindfolded. For a moment, it's almost as if he's completely content just waggling Akira around like a joystick, easily amused, until he suddenly digs his hand down deeper, palming and kneading insistently at his balls instead.
...At least there's still friction from his wrist, the way they're so close-quarters that Gregor's really having to lean in.]
Real, real pity I know you can't be trusted without all that tyin' up. I'd love to let you stretch out some, but nope. Like being whole and hale better, I reckon~ But...You can be loud, y'know. Might as well enjoy the perks, make the other guests jea~lous.
[Punctuated by a warm breath against Akira's throat and faintly wet leather sliding back up the underside of his shaft.] Or d'you wanna risk insulting poor old me, instead? After I'm letting you smoke that real fancy cig from far off ports and everything, too...
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Can't even keep his voice out of his steadily heavier breathing, only allowing a quick moment of silence to swallow back a gulp of air. That, too, turns into another groan in short order, ] Oooh, If you let me out of here I'd ride you 'til you couldn't see straight--whoever the hell you are.
[ Among other things, but as long as both their heads are in the same place... ]
But you keep going and I can tell you aaaall about how good you're doing~
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[Okay, that's a misleading statement given that he's absolutely starting to get hard enough to strain against those leather pants, but it's a misleading statement he has full licence to make, he feels. And really, it's not a lie, just...Misleading, yeah. Fucking the guests is bad form, but a little stress relief never hurt the bottom line either.
Not that his mind can't be changed, of course, and Akira's providing a better argument with each noise he makes, but. This is just enough fun for now, and if it gets too fun, then he can always trade favours, ideally.] You really got tickets on yourself though, doncha? Thinkin' that's a bartering chip under your belt~
[Of course, that bit about chips and under belts, that's the cue for Gregor's hand to shove back between Akira's thighs almost demandingly, as if this is his body, his flesh, and to hell with what the actual owner of it all wants. What the First Mate wants right now is to roll his precious guest's balls in his hand and grind his forearm against his dick all clumsy pressure, and there's nothing wrong with that.]
Or...Tell you what. I could just stop, right now~ Open the doors, let my lads in like a pack o' rabid mutts. You could ride 'em all you liked, esteemed guest~ How's that?
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You. Just you. Only person who's stayed and talked to me the entire time I've been on this ship.
[ Is that grounds for a ravenous lay? Probably not on land. But here, when he's been alone for who knows how long and all of the sudden is getting a pretty stand up handjob, he's open to the idea. ]
As a matter of fact, keep talking.
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[He chuffs softly, grip tightening for a second as if to remind his valued guest just where he's got him, before letting his fingers go slack once more. Maybe if he just applies a bit of pressure with his index finger and thumb to the shaft, his other fingers and palm can stay right where they are?
Gregor's gonna try that out, anyway. Fear's fun and all too, but this is almost on par, and god knows he needs some fucking motivation.]
You got any hot theories on why they might not be talkin' to you much? I'd love hearin'. Or maybe I just wanna see how long you're able to string proper words together while I got you like this...Dunno what we're gonna do if you cum on my nice little outfit, though. This is real good quality stuff we're talking about, shiny buttons 'n soft, real leather...
Ah, but you can't appreciate it like this~ Hang on, hang on~ [Time to shift forward a little, knees sliding between Akira's thighs and forcing them apart even more. All in the name of letting their torsos rub together, let those shiny buttons really get felt and all.] Same sorta leather as my glove, my pants are. Real soft stuff, nice lining.
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The unknown. Breeds fear, anger.
They don't know what I am, what I can do. Just that I need--mm--special treatment.
[ Unless all the other guests get slapped with spiritual artifacts too, just in case. They'd need a priest on board to keep up with that kind of demand, probably, and if that were the case they'd know well enough through the grapevine that he's as good as human like this.
But oooh the warm body pressing even closer to his is once again making it hard for him not to squirm and try to do the same, leaking cock twitching in his stead. His legs don't even put up a fight to being spread, welcoming the other man right on in to do as he pleases, which Akira dearly hopes is continuing to expertly unravel him.
(And stay this close so he can indeed cum on Gregor's nice little outfit. He doesn't even know how nice it really looks, but in the spirit of rebelling against one's captor he's taken by the idea.) ]
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[Said languidly, as his hand moves in quite the opposite speed; tight grip, fast pace, thumb swiping at the head on each upward stroke to smear that leaking precum around and make up for his long-dried saliva. It's almost as if he's trying to drag that orgasm out of Akira early, kicking and screaming from the force he's using.
And then, just before it gets too much, he cinches his fingers around the base of the shaft in an impromptu cock ring, tongue rasping hot and wet against that smooth, perfectly sculpted jaw. (Maybe Gregor's stubble scratches along after, too. Don't worry about it.)]
They're afraid I'll kill 'em for playing with merchandise~ They're scared of me just as much, if not more, than they are of you~ And here you are, squealing and arching for my faaaaavour~
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Until he isn't.
Generous as he's been about how much he's enjoying himself, it's plain as day when everything is climbing up on over to that breaking point...and when it's denied he all but sobs, falling forward onto Gregor and his nice little outfit if he's allowed. Even if he isn't he's still making his displeasure known with needy, pathetic mewls, squirming much more fervently against his bonds than before. ]
Pe...please. Please, I need...
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actually no, keep it. Keep that tongue out. Turns out that Gregor's just discovered a new kink, with the way he chuckles in surprised giddiness and tightens his fingers a little more. The thought strikes him; wouldn't it be nice to remove that blindfold, just to see what his guest's eyes are doing if his mouth's lost all shame?
But nah, not today. Not now.]
Need? What can I offer you...? I wonder~
Hey. Let's make a deal. You keep all this, the cumdrunk act 'n all, just for me...'n I might just let you finish now. Don't care what you do once you're onshore again, mind. But don't go sharin' this face with my boys. Don't go crazy over 'em like this, or beg 'em for anything...And I'll get back to tuggin' your prick real sweet. Just say it's a deal.
[Yeah, definitely new kink found. Something he can edge himself to throughout the day, fill up boring hours with. A treasure he doesn't have to share with anyone else...It's almost better than the finest grog, even, for putting a fire in his belly. He hooks Akira in closer still, coddling and cooing at him as though his pants aren't too fucking tight and he'll have to go have a cold shower right after this.]
Might even let you ride, if you ask again. Just gotta agree~ Good deal, right? Might even be worth sneakin' a pillow in here for you or somethin'...Just imagine~
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And, well, if the grunts are too scared of their superior to talk or even knock the precious merchandise around a little for some kind of something to break up the monotony of being silent and still in the dark for days on end, it's not a hard decision to make. Even if his climax wasn't being held hostage.
Not to mention the implication they'd be doing this aaaall over again. ]
Deal. It's a deal, I'm all yours, now pleeeeaaase...!
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[Unfortunately, he can't afford to actually have cumstains on his outfit, especially with how long he's taken in here already and how, once he opens the container up, all that sex reek is gonna flood on out. Plausible deniability, baby! Every bit of evidence he can eliminate, he will!
And by that, I mean that he peels away from Akira, though his hand's very much still in place, and braces a boot on his shoulder to push him backwards too. Time to give that dick some real room to shoot without landing on Gregor's nice leather pants, ideally. Then, and only then, does he resume the most brutal handjob ever, whole hand clasped tight and slick with precum, pumping like a fucked up milking machine. There might even be very light bruising once he's done, though at least it'll be in an area his lads aren't going to see, so he's not too worried about that. It's more fun this way anyway, if he gets to see the wildest o-face ever pulled by a man.]
Let it aaaaall go~ I got things to do, y'know?
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If the neighboring containers didn't hear all the moaning before they're sure as hell hearing it now, the shamelessness kicked up just one more notch as he does indeed make that face aaaaall the way up and through. And despite being deliberately positioned away that doesn't stop him from trying to push himself back forward again, looking for some kind of contact, but once it's all out and his brain cares about nothing but restocking on blood and oxygen, he's left leaning against the boot at his shoulder as the next best thing.
Ha...hah...hoo. Here's hoping Gregor will let him stay there for a little while, at least until he realizes it isn't the most comfortable position to be in, because otherwise his ass is not moving. ]
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okay that's a lie, he's currently doing a few things in this exact order. A) wipe glove on the underside of Akira's shirt. Or pants. Whichever's easiest to get to. B) tucking his dick back into his pants and doing his fly back up, all that jazz. Dick away. C) peeling away and stretching with a long groan. But otherwise? He's letting Akira stay just as he is!]
Don't tell my boys we did this, either. Or I'll toss you overboard for the Whales and the Waves, reimbursement be damned. Now rest up. Water'll be on its way in a few minutes, 'n I'll see about getting you a pillow as a VIP.
[At least he's going to sit there for a few seconds longer, just to let his words sink in properly and check in before he slips out. Gotta make sure he hasn't sprained the poor thing's dick with that treatment, after all.]
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The corners of his lips quirk up into a more immediately aware smile with a quiet laugh, lazily starting to straighten himself back up. ]
I'm not the type to kiss and tell, no worries there. Not a word of it out of me until the next time you want to pay a visit.
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[The expensive shit stolen from other guests can't be wasted, y'know! So he's just going to take that cigarette back, even if it's nearly burnt out to the filter, then
pause, awkwardly
and reach out to tweak Akira's cheek with what might pass as fondness in any other circumstance. Here, it's just a gesture of...Appreciation, maybe.]
I'll tell the boys that you're under my care, since you acted up when I came in. They come in to undermine me after you get that water, feel free to throw a real tantrum, make it believable an' all. [Then, in a cloud of very, very faint smoke and the soft tick-tick of his boots on metal, he slips back out. Lets the door stay open a few seconds, just to get some fresh salt-death air in.]
Seeya in a few hours, peaches. [Thunk. At least he'll make good on that promise about the water; a boggled pirate slinks in and nudges a nice, cold bottle of water up against Akira's thigh not even five minutes later, before immediately scuttling back out. Gregor would do it himself, but...Well. Cold shower. Hot shower? Shower, either way.]