[ 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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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.]