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Ororon's startled look when Capitano pushed him onto the side of the cliff had Capitano apologizing, but he didn't release him.
"Did you need something, Captain?"
The coy tone - Capitano narrowed his eyes. Ororon knew exactly what he was doing. They both knew he wasn't as innocent as he acted when he thought it'd suit him; Ororon had known exactly where Capitano's thoughts would stray with the way he kept climbing over things. His pants were clinging - no different from usual but it felt different - to his supple thighs and rear and Capitano had been unable to do anything more than stare. On multiple occasions Ororon's light, singing tone had been needed to pull him from his drifting fantasies.
And now he wanted to act as if he hadn't been tempting Capitano all day?
Capitano growled and didn't miss the way Ororon's breath hitched. Fine, if that's how it was today... Capitano lifted him higher, higher, until he was face to face with Ororon's clothed cock.
"Well, get it out."
Ororon laughed but quickly released himself. Once Ororon settled into place, Capitano took him in. Keeping his mask on meant being careful, controlled. So he only moved as much as he dared up and down Ororon's hard length.
"Captain," Ororon gasped, "your mask."
Capitano released his cock, letting it lay against his lips.
"Stays on."
Ororon whined and Capitano kissed him before taking him in again. Ororon's boot dug into his back and his hand pulled his hair as he moaned and panted. Loudly. Too loudly. Capitano looked up to see Ororon staring down at him with flushed cheeks and wide eyes. Every small roll of Ororon's hips moved the softness of his rear in Capitano's hands. Capitano chuckled and stilled, letting Ororon take his pleasure the way he wanted. With the way Ororon thrust in his mouth, he wished he had removed his mask. But for now Ororon pushed as far as he could and Capitano watched Ororon toss his head back and arch, sending his moan to the sky, as he filled Capitano's mouth. He dutifully swallowed and withdrew as Ororon trembled and slumped. Carefully Capitano lowered him.
Ororon clung to his shoulders.
"Wow," Ororon panted. "That was..."
He wriggled and Capitano twitched when Ororon grabbed his clothed erection.
"Let me help with that," Ororon purred.
The air felt good on his heated skin, Ororon's skilled fingers stroking him even better. Capitano leaned heavily on the wall.
"You've got me right where you need me," Ororon said.
"No." Capitano moaned as Ororon grabbed him. He was so close. "We're not... Later."
"Promise?"
But Ororon's fingers did something just so and it was impossible to answer with the pleasure crashing over him.
Truthfully, he wanted nothing more than to give Ororon what he wanted. To turn him around, tear down the jeans that caused so much distraction, and claim Ororon once more. But not there.
"Come to me tonight."
Ororon would regret teasing him all day.