George brought them a bottle of port for dessert, along with an apple dumpling that made Kyle think he had died and gone to Heaven. Then the dinner was done, sadly, and Hal slipped George a bag of coin.
“This is too much, Captain,” George said, weighing the bag in his hand.
“Consider it payment for the bent fork,” Hal said with a wink.
“It was worth bent silverware to see the brat get what’s coming to him,” George mumbled. Then he showed them to the door and bid them goodnight.
“Any more plans for the evening?” Kyle asked.
“I thought we might head back to the ship,” Hal said. He glanced at Kyle. “Unless you have a better idea?”
Kyle laughed. “No. I think that is a good idea.” He looked in envy at the women who could enjoy a stroll under the moon, arm-in-arm with their lovers. He wanted nothing more than to do the same with Hal, but he knew the tolerance towards their relationship would only go so far.
There was another violin playing on the wharf, an old man playing folk songs. He had a bucket at his feet and Hal threw a handful of coins into it as they passed. Farther along there was a man with various animals in cages. “We could get you a monkey, too,” Kyle laughed. “Or perhaps a parrot?” Hal rolled his eyes and kept walking, but Kyle stopped to look in the cages. A small brown monkey looked back at him with sad eyes. The smile fled from Kyle’s face. The poor thing looked so lonely…
“No,” Hal said, coming back to take Kyle’s elbow and pull him away from the cages. “You are not getting a monkey.”
“But—”
“No. That’s an order.”
“Yes, Captain,” Kyle grumbled. He glanced back at the monkey. Why did it have to look at him with such soulful eyes?
They got into their boat and Hal rowed them back to the ship. “Welcome back, Captain,” Salaak said as they climbed aboard. “Did you have a pleasant dinner?”
“We ran into Amon Sur at George Greet’s restaurant.”
Salaak frowned, his expression darkening. “Did he cause trouble?”
“He tried,” Hal said. “But George kicked him out.”
“And the captain stabbed him with a fork,” Kyle added with a grin.
Salaak smiled. “I would have liked to have seen that.”
“You may get a chance at him,” Hal said, patting Salaak’s shoulder as they passed. “I’m guessing he may try something once we’re back at sea.”
Salaak snorted. “I’d like to see him try.”
Once in the cabin, Hal locked the door behind them, then turned and grabbed Kyle in an embrace. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night,” he growled before pressing his lips to Kyle’s.
Their hands fumbled with buckles and buttons as they kissed, shedding clothes in a path to the bedroom. “I believe you mentioned something about liking my possessiveness?” Hal said with a wicked smile. He backed Kyle up to the bed and gave him a shove so he fell back on the mattress. “Get on your knees.”
Kyle did what he was told, rolling over onto elbows and knees. His heart pounded and his breath quickened. They’d played this game before and he was rapidly getting hard again in anticipation of what was coming. He turned his head sideways to look at Hal. “Reluctant prisoner or shy virgin?”
Hal got onto the bed and moved to kneel behind Kyle. He leaned forward, pressing his body over Kyle’s, and kissed his shoulder. “How about desperate a young nobleman rescued from an unhappy life by an incredibly handsome pirate captain, who is going to fuck the young nobleman hard to remind him who he belongs to.”
Kyle sucked in his breath and shivered. “Yes. I think that will work.”
Hal kissed Kyle’s shoulder again and his hand slid over Kyle’s backside, exploring the curve of his rump and then into the valley of Kyle’s arse. Hal’s finger played lightly around his hole, teasingly pressing into the opening without actually penetrating. Kyle moaned softly and pushed back against Hal.
“Like that, do you?” Hal asked with a chuckle.
“Yes,” Kyle breathed. “Yes…”
Hal suddenly shoved his finger into Kyle and at the same time bit down on his shoulder. Kyle moaned from the explosion of pleasure and pain.
Hal moved his mouth to Kyle’s ear. “You’re mine,” he breathed. “No one else will touch you. You belong to me.”
Hal crooked his finger, stroking the sensitive spot, and Kyle ground back against him. His body tingled and he gasped. “Yours, Hal. I’m yours…”
Hal pushed himself upright and pulled his finger out. He spread the cheeks apart and pressed his cock against Kyle’s opening. Kyle pushed back, wincing a little at the sting of Hal sliding into him. “Mine,” Hal breathed as he began to thrust. He gripped Kyle’s hips and Kyle was sure he would leave bruises. “All mine.”
True to his word he pounded into Kyle hard. Kyle gritted his teeth and dug his fingers into the sheets. They weren’t playing anymore. Hal meant every word, every mark, every thrust that marked Kyle as his and only his.
He collapsed on top of Kyle after his release, both of them sweaty and breathing hard. He pressed his face into Kyle’s back and kissed him. “I love you.”