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The ears atop Jopson's head perked up at his words, and the bright blush glowed upon his lovely young face.
"Will you have me... Sir?"
His captain smiled his tooth-gaped grin that made Thomas's heart flutter with invisible butterflies.
Calloused hands trailed down his shoulders, down his sides, and came to a stop to rest heavily on his hips, fingers curling into the waistband of both trousers and drawers, and he could feel the warm backs of the digits against his skin.
Francis leaned in, bringing his face close enough that their noses touched briefly then he gave the tip of his a quick kiss.
"I think ye know the answer to that sailor." he said making quick work of his waist coat and sliding it off his shoulders, tossing the black article to the floor.
Jopson smiled prettily, his dimples a pronounced accent to his young face as he placed his hands on his captain's broad shoulders.
“Perhaps… but I would very much like to hear it, Sir.” he replied as the man finished undoing his red dress shirt.
His captain paused his task of undressing him to cup his face with two warm hands, blue eyes staring deeply into his as he spoke so very gently, “Well then, there is no one else in this world I would rather have... Thomas Jopson.”
Thomas could feel tears of joy burning in his eyes and he hated it, but he supposed it couldn’t be helped. He leaned up and captured the captain’s mouth with a slow, gentle kiss, that was returned just as affectionately and fingers were carefully undoing his under shirt.
He deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around the captain’s neck and bringing their bodies flush together when he stepped closer.
When the older man turned the affectionate kiss into quick, hungry, heated exchanges, their tongues battling for dominance, Jopson felt two hands on his bottom, each one large enough to cup a buttock that they squeezed roughly.
“Oh… Sir...” Jopson gasped, using his captain’s shoulders as leverage Thomas hoisted his lower half up to wrap his legs around the captain’s waist causing Crozier to let out a small grunt of effort, arms readjusting to support his weight.
Jopson’s hands found graying blonde hair that he kneaded tenderly, lips moving thirstily against the captain’s as he gradually moved them in the direction his bunk. He’d wanted this for so long that he was waiting for it all to be a cruel joke and to find himself sitting upright in bed.
He didn’t though. He could still feel those chapped lips against his own and taste the tobacco on the man’s tongue.
Large hands gave his rear another firm squeeze and he wiggled against those hands, a loud keening moan tearing free against the captain’s lips.
“Eager are you?” Captain Crozier chuckled, hearing the purr coming from Jopson's throat as he turned around sitting down on the side of his bunk, Thomas quickly readjusted his legs to straddle his hips.
“S-Sir… I’ve wanted this… for so long.” the boy moaned, squirming with barely restrained anticipation as his captain slid the waistband of his both trousers and drawers down, situating them just below his arse.
Jopson let out a content sigh as the long, sleek, midnight black appendage that had been hiding beneath layers of clothing was finally free to move.
Francis buried his face into Jopson’s neck, biting and suckling as his steward tried to focus on removing him of his own top layers.
He could feel the lad’s arousal poking his lower belly and when he glanced down he was a little surprised, he hadn’t expected the boy to be so… hard… already. Yet he was, the head leaking pre-cum down a shaft that was an angry red and painfully swollen.
“None of that now, Mr Jopson. Yer relieved of your duties for tonight… besides... we’ve got other work to do.” he whispered softly into the young man’s ear.