Aye, Aye, Captain

by Anonymous

Summary:

Kiryu sees Majima in his pirate captain outfit for the first time and is very affected by it.

“This package came for you today,” Kiryu said, walking up behind Majima. “Says it’s from Hawaii.”

Majima set his fishing pole down onto the sand and turned around. Kiryu was walking toward him from their shared home, holding a box held shut with tape and scribbled with a familiar scrawl. Taking the box, Majima’s mouth tipped up into a grin.

“It’s from Noah,” he told Kiryu. “That kid I told you about. I washed up on the island he lived on with his dad.”

“I remember,” Kiryu said. “I hope I get to meet him some day.”

Majima inspected the box. It didn’t feel particularly heavy, but when he shook it lightly, he could hear the sound of something inside. Noah’s familiar handwriting was in the corner. After their pirating adventure, the young boy had begun attending school in Hawaii, and Majima had returned to Japan to be with Kiryu in Osaka. They wrote letters back and forth, but the kid’s last letter hadn’t mentioned anything about a package.

“I’ll open it inside,” Majima said, tucking the box under his arm and taking Kiryu’s hand in his. “Fish ain’t biting out here anyway.”

Kiryu smiled and laced their fingers together as they walked up the path toward their house. In the kitchen, Majima set the box on the table and used his tanto to slice it open. He opened the box while Kiryu stood at the stove, bringing some rice to a boil. Reaching inside the package, Majima let out a laugh. Kiryu turned around.

Majima was holding a long, leather coat trimmed with purple with a thick leather belt around the middle with a purple scarf tucked inside it. Sitting on the table beside the box was a captain's hat with a plumed purple feather. Majima held the coat against his body with another laugh. Kiryu raised his eyebrows, realization dawning on him.

“Is that your pirate outfit?”

“Sure is,” Majima replied proudly. “Captain Majima. Man, that seems like a fucking lifetime ago now.” He traced the purple trimmings on the jacket. “Noah probably thought I’d want it as a keepsake from our time together. I still have the necklace he gave me.”

Kiryu was quiet, staring wide-eyed at the pirate gear, feeling something fizzing in his center. He’d heard the story about Majima’s pirate adventure in Hawaii, and it was definitely crazy even by their standards. Even though Majima had told him about the outfit he’d worn, seeing it in person was something else altogether. It suited him so well. Kiryu could just imagine him swaggering around on the deck of his ship, manning the wheel, fighting off other pirates with trademark wicked grin and his tanto blade flashing in the sun.

“Kiryu-chan?”

Kiryu blinked, realizing he’d been staring in silence for several minutes. Majima raised an eyebrow at him, scanning him up and down. Kiryu swallowed and turned the stove off, then stepped closer to the table, staring down at the coat Majima still held in his hands.

“Do you think I could see you in it?” Kiryu asked, his voice husky.

At that, Majima smirked and tilted Kiryu’s chin up with two fingers. His eye glinted mischievously. “You want me to be your captain, Kiryu-chan?”

“Yes,” Kiryu whispered, feeling heat blooming in his cheeks despite himself.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” Majima purred.

 

Kiryu sat at the end of their bed, facing the bathroom, rubbing his palms against his thighs in anticipation.

“Close your eyes, Kiryu-chan,” Majima called from behind the bathroom door.

Kiryu rolled his eyes slightly but obeyed. He heard the bathroom door open, and Majima spoke again, a teasing lilt in his voice.

“You can open your eyes, Kiryu-chan.”

Kiryu did, and his mouth promptly dried up. Majima lounged against the desk beside the bathroom door, leaning against it with his trademark grin. He wore his leather pants and silver-tipped boots, and the pirate coat was open over his bare, muscular chest and stomach. The hat was perched on his head, the snake on his eyepatch catching the light from the window. Kiryu blinked, trying to form words even as blood rushed south so fast it made him dizzy.

“What do you think, Kazzy?” Majima asked, smirking. “I make a pretty good pirate, right?”

In answer, Kiryu stood up, crossed the room in two long strides, pinned Majima up against the desk, and kissed him deeply, pressing against him with a low groan from the back of his throat. Majima wound his arms and one leg around Kiryu, kissing him back with fervor. Kiryu’s body trapped him against the desk, and the younger man pulled away for a moment, running his hands up and down Majima’s front.

“You look fucking hot,” Kiryu growled, nipping his lover’s bottom lip.

“Kiryu-chan,” Majima moaned, drawing him close again.

Kiryu slipped a thigh between Majima’s legs, the bulge there, and Majima growled, laced a hand through Kiryu’s hair, pulled his head back, and nipped at his throat. Kiryu shivered.

“Do you want to be a good boy?” Majima breathed against his neck. “A good first mate for your captain?”

“Yes,” Kiryu moaned back. “Captain, I’ll be good for you. Tell me what to do.”

“On your knees,” Majima whispered in his ear.

Kiryu dropped to the floor, looking up expectantly, eyes dark and burning with lust. Majima leaned back against the desk, spreading his legs, letting Kiryu kneel between his thighs, eyeing the bulge in his lover’s leather pants. Majima palmed himself and moaned, making Kiryu lick his lips, hands flexing against his thighs, yearning to touch.

“Do you want my cock, Kiryu-chan?” Majima asked.

“Yes, Captain,” Kiryu replied, looking up through his lashes. “I want you in my mouth.”

“Good boy.”

Kiryu reached out and eagerly undid Majima’s belt, then the buttons, but paused. Leaning closer, he took the zipper between his teeth and pulled it down, making Majima moan above him. Pulling the leather down his lover’s thighs, Kiryu eyed the bulge in Majima’s boxers, which were just as tight as his leather pants, a wet spot staining the fabric. Kiryu mouthed at it, savoring the bitter flavor of the precum through the material, hands crawling up Majima’s legs to hold the back of his thighs. Majima rocked his hips into Kiryu’s face and reached down, tangling a gloved hand in the younger man’s hair, tugging his head back.

“Don’t tease me, Kiryu-chan,” Majima growled. “Put that mouth to use before I throw you in the ocean.”

“Yes, Captain,” Kiryu replied.

He pulled Majima’s underwear down and his cock sprung free, slapping against his abs, beading at the tip, red and throbbing with need. Kiryu immediately took the head between his lips, suckling gently, pressing his tongue into the slit. Palming the back of Kiryu’s head, Majima gripped his hair and forced him to take his cock deeper down his throat. Kiryu happily complied, swallowing around Majima until his nose was pressed against the older man’s stomach. Majima moaned loudly, using his free hand to tease his own nipples, fucking into Kiryu’s mouth with abandon.

“That’s it, Kiryu-chan,” Majima moaned, his breaths ragged, voice thick with arousal. “Fuck, your mouth is so goddamn perfect, so warm and wet. You’re being so good for your captain.” He stroked Kiryu’s hair. “Such a good boy, letting me fuck your mouth like this.”

Kiryu moaned, tears pricking his eyes, saliva running down his chin as Majima’s cock thrust in and out of his mouth. His nails dug into the older man’s thighs, tight enough to leave little crescents in the skin, his own cock heavy and aching in his jeans. The praise and filthy words pouring from Majima’s mouth, the scent of him–leather, musk, tobacco, and jasmine from his body wash–was making his head spin. He looked up at his lover as Majima looked down, his good eye blown wide and black with lust. Majima’s grip tightened on his scalp, making pleasure skitter down his spine.

“M’getting close, Kiryu-chan,” Majima moaned. “Gonna cum in your pretty, perfect fucking mouth.”

Kiryu hummed around his cock and flicked the head with his tongue, then, very lightly, scraped his teeth across the shaft, the sensitive vein on the underside. Majima fucked his mouth harder, and then he was cumming, shooting thick ropes down Kiryu’s throat, holding his hair tight to keep him in place. Kiryu swallowed every drop obediently, keeping eye contact as he did so. Majima slumped back the desk and released Kiryu’s hair, panting as the aftershocks of his orgasm glossed over him.

Kiryu gently pulled away, Majima’s soft cock slipping free from between his lips, which were swollen and red, a thin string of drool connecting him to his lover’s cock. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, smirking up at the older man.

“Was it good for you, Captain?” His voice was raspy, husky, and sent a thrill down Majima’s spine.

Majima tucked himself away and helped Kiryu to his feet, only to yank him into a messy kiss, tasting himself on his lover’s tongue. As Kiryu kissed him back, Majima ran a hand down the younger man’s body and cupped Kiryu’s cock through his jeans, making him whine against their lips. Majima palmed him through the denim.

“You were such a good boy for me, Kazzy,” he murmured, biting along Kiryu’s jawline. “What kind of captain would I be if I didn’t return the favor?”

“Captain, please,” Kiryu moaned, rocking his hips into Majima’s hand.

“Strip, and get on the bed, on your back.” Majima squeezed Kiryu’s crotch. “Don’t touch yourself.”

Kiryu nodded and stepped back, stripping off his clothes as fast as he could. Naked, he crawled onto the bed and lay on his back, staring at Majima with need in his eyes. His cock leaked against his belly, pooling in the concaves of his abs, begging Majima to lick them. Still fully clothed, Majima straddled his lover on their bed, running his leather-gloved hands up Kiryu’s ankles, his legs, his muscled thighs. Leaning down, Majima lapped up the precum on his belly, then trailed his tongue up to one of Kiryu’s nipples, licking it over before biting down, making the younger man hiss in pleasure.

“You’re so sensitive,” Majima murmured, kissing his lover’s collarbone. “You look so good underneath me, Kazzy.”

“C-Captain,” Kiryu breathed. “Please…”

“Please what?” Majima suckled Kiryu’s earlobe, then bit down very lightly.

“Please touch me,” Kiryu moaned.

Majima smirked, a feral glint in his eye, and one hand shot up Kiryu’s thigh to wrap around his heavy erection, circling it in a tight fist, his thumbing running over the head. Kiryu cried out, arching his back, only for Majima to pin him back down against the mattress, chuckling and leaning down to whisper in Kiryu’s ear.

“You always did have a thing for my gloves, Kiryu-chan.”

Kiryu moaned, closing his eyes, thinking back to several of their previous encounters, where he’d insisted that Majima keep his leather gloves on. The amount of times Majima had wrung orgasm after orgasm out of him from just touching his cock or his hole while wearing his gloves were countless.

“Majima-no-nii-san,” Kiryu whimpered, clenching his hands into the bedding.

Majima twisted his wrist, coaxing more precum from Kiryu’s slit and making him writhe against the sheets. “That’s not my name, Kiryu-chan,” he growled.

“C-Captain Majima,” Kiryu whined. “Please, let me cum, please.”

“Good boy,” Majima purred, tightening his grip around Kiryu’s cock. “Cum for me, Kazzy. Fuck my fist, cum all over my fucking hand.”

Kiryu moaned and fucked himself into Majima’s hand, crying out as his cum splattered all over his stomach and his lover’s fist, soaking the leather. Majima worked him through it, his lips at the younger man’s ear.

“Yer so pretty when you cum, Kiryu-chan. Such a good boy for me.”

Panting, shiny with sweat, Kiryu melted against the bed, relaxed and fuzzy as he often was after an intense orgasm, especially with Majima. Vaguely, he felt Majima lounging beside him, felt fingers creeping up his abdomen before they were tapping against his lips. Kiryu opened his eyes and found Majima staring at him. His lover pressed his fingers to Kiryu’s mouth.

“Clean them off, Kiryu-chan.”

Kiryu obeyed, opening his mouth, licking around Majima’s fingers, tasting his own release mixed with the leather, eyes half-lidded as he sucked the older man’s digits clean. Majima’s eye gleamed as he pulled his fingers away and kissed Kiryu deeply.

“Good boy.” He tugged the younger man closer. “Rest, Kiryu-chan. Captain Majima’s here.”

“Aye, aye, Captain,” Kiryu replied, laying his head on Majima’s chest and closing his eyes.