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When Yeosang arrives home, he's expecting it to be an evening like any other. He's done well at the market, found everything he needed to, so all that's left is to report back to the head of the kitchens and stow his newly-bought produce away in the larder before he can turn in for the night.
When he closes the servant's door behind him, however, he finds himself face to face with not the head of the kitchens, or even one of the other household staff, but a complete stranger. A complete stranger wearing high boots, tight black trousers, and a loose white shirt hanging open to expose an obscene amount of chest. A bright silk scarf is knotted around his waist, there are dangling golden earrings in his ears, and his eyes are outlined in dark kohl.
Yeosang has lived at the port town for long enough to recognise a pirate when he sees one.
He stumbles back, colliding with the door behind him, eyes wide in panic.
“What – what's going on?” he manages. “Why are you here?”
The pirate laughs.
“Why do you think?” he asks, leering at Yeosang. “To relieve this manor of its valuables, of course.”
Yeosang cowers away, clutching his shopping bags to his chest as though they'll offer him any protection.
“You’re a pirate,” he whispers.
The man laughs again.
“Sure am.”
The pirate prowls forward to where Yeosang is still backed up against the door, his eyes alight with dark, hungry interest.
“And who might you be?” he purrs. “A kitchen boy? Surely not. A face like that doesn’t belong in a dirty kitchen.”
He raises a hand to touch Yeosang’s cheek, and Yeosang takes the opening to duck under the pirate’s outstretched arm and bolt for the hallway beyond. He’s fast, but not fast enough.
Before he’s even made it a few steps, a hand shoots out and closes firmly around his upper arm, dragging him off balance. He staggers, and suddenly the pirate is just behind him, pressing his chest up against Yeosang’s back.
“Now, where are you going in such a hurry, sweet thing?” he says mockingly.
He spins Yeosang around, none too gently, and tugs Yeosang against him again. One of the bags of shopping gets caught between them, and panic flashes through Yeosang for an entirely different reason.
“Ahh! Red, red! Pause!” he yelps hurriedly. “Don’t – shit – there’s eggs in there, in the blue bag, I’ve got –!”
He’s released at once, and Wooyoung steps back hurriedly, hands and eyebrows raised.
“Sorry, are you ok?” asks Wooyoung, eyes wide. “What’s wrong?”
Yeosang raises the shopping bag still slung over his arm.
“Eggs,” he says again pointedly, and sees realisation dawn on Wooyoung’s face, followed by exasperated amusement.
“You should’ve said so earlier!”
He takes the shopping bags carefully from Yeosang, and disappears through the nearest doorway to deposit them in their small kitchen.
“It’s not my fault,” Yeosang whines after him, straightening his clothes. “You ambushed me! It was hot! I wasn’t thinking about the shopping!”
He hears the fridge open and close as Wooyoung hurriedly shoves anything perishable inside. Everything else is discarded on the counter to deal with later. Yeosang makes use of the breather to finish taking his shoes off and set them in their usual place on the rack by the door.
“Nothing else fragile on you?” asks Wooyoung when he returns a moment later. “Phone out of the way and everything?”
Yeosang pats himself down quickly, and extricates his phone and wallet from his pocket, placing them deliberately on the little table by the door.
“Okay,” he confirms. “All clear now.”
A shadow seems to pass over Wooyoung’s face, and all of a sudden his grin is wolfish.
“Good.”
Yeosang barely has a chance to blink before he finds himself shoved against the wall again, this time face-first. The pirate is on him at once, hands crawling over his shoulders and down his sides, squeezing his small waist appreciatively. Yeosang jerks in shock and cries out – his sides have always been sensitive – and he tries frantically to twist away, but the pirate’s whole body is plastered against Yeosang’s back now, keeping him pinned in place against the wall.
“Such a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” the pirate hums. “How would you like to come back to our ship?”
“Wh-what?” gasps Yeosang, mind reeling. “Why would you want me? I don’t know anything about boats or sailing.”
The pirate cackles, and Yeosang cringes away. The pirate pressed so close that Yeosang can feel his laughter vibrating through his chest.
“That’s cute,” he says. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. We wouldn’t need you for your sailing experience. Just you, as you are.” Yeosang can feel the pirate’s grin pressing against his neck. “It gets awfully lonely out on the open sea, you know.”
Yeosang turns cold as he realises what the pirate is insinuating.
“Pretty thing like you, I could even give you to our captain as a gift,” the pirate continues thoughtfully, lowering his voice. “That’d get me in his favour for sure.” He leans even closer, until his lips are right against Yeosang’s ear. “Maybe he’d even share you with me. Let me fuck you once he’s had he’s fun.”
Yeosang’s eyes widen, he fights with renewed vigour.
“No!” he cries, “No, let me go!”
One of the pirate’s hands disappears from his side, and for a moment Yeosang thinks he has a chance, but in a flash, the pirate has drawn a dagger and pressed it against Yeosang’s throat.
Yeosang goes completely still, holding his breath.
(The dagger is plastic, left over from Hongjoong’s Halloween costume last year, when he’d dressed as Peter Pan. They’d had to dig through Hongjoong’s whole wardrobe to find it yesterday after Yeosang remembered it and suggested it might be fun to work into the roleplay.)
“There we go,” the pirate purrs. “You gonna be a good boy for me now?”
Yeosang swallows, and feels the cold metal (blunt plastic) edge graze his adam’s apple.
“Yes,” he whispers, since he doesn’t dare nod.
“Excellent.”
He’s dragged from the manor and down to the docks (out of the kitchen, through the living room and into to their bedroom). Yeosang doesn’t dare resist, not with the dagger still pressed against his throat.
He does, however, pause when they near the bedroom.
“So, like, are we on the ship now?” he whispers, unable to keep the smile off his face at the silliness of it. “I forgot if we worked this bit out.”
He feels Wooyoung faulter behind him.
“Oh. Um. Did we?” There’s a brief pause. “Oh, whatever, it’s not important. Yes, we’re on the ship now. This is my cabin. Ah, no, the captain’s cabin. Whatever! Just get in.”
Yeosang laughs as Wooyoung shoves him through the doorway of their shared bedroom, sending him stumbling over to the bed.
“Oh, shut up,” says Wooyoung in fond exasperation, then tries to put his serious face back on. “Now take your clothes off, or I’ll…”
He raises the fake dagger again threateningly, and Yeosang stares at it for a moment, before bursting into giggles.
“Yeosang,” Wooyoung whines loudly, although he’s laughing too. “I’m doing my best! Work with me here!”
“Sorry!” laughs Yeosang, then takes a deep breath and focusses on keeping a straight face. “I’m sorry,” he says more seriously. “Carry on.”
Wooyoung forces out a long breath through his nose, clearly keeping himself in check too, then tilts his head back and leers at Yeosang.
“Well, now we’re here,” the pirate says, “are you going to be good and undress for me, or do I have to strip you myself?”
He strides forward as he speaks, until he’s looming over Yeosang on the bed. Yeosang scrambles back across the bed to get more distance between them, eyes wide and spooked.
“No,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest protectively. “Don’t.”
The pirate’s eyes just glint in amusement before he crawls after Yeosang, on him in moments and roughly tugging his arms away from his body, forcing his shirt up over his head. He tosses the shirt carelessly aside as soon as it’s off, and Yeosang cries out in protest and hugs his bare chest in an attempt to cover himself again. Ignoring his distress, the pirate goes for his trousers now, unfastening them and tugging them down Yeosang’s legs together with his underwear, even as he attempts to kick out at him.
“There we go,” says the pirate in satisfaction, finally tugging Yeosang’s pants free of his ankles and taking his socks with them too. “Knew you’d be even prettier bare.”
He grabs Yeosang’s wrists again, prying them away so he can see Yeosang’s naked chest and ignoring the way he’s drawn up his knees in a fruitless attempt to hide himself. Yeosang glares at him then looks away, feeling his face turn red with embarrassment at the pirate’s open ogling of him. (He could break Wooyoung’s grip fairly easily if he wanted to, but it’s a lot more fun to put that fact out of his mind and act like he can’t).
The pirate smirks, then leans over and reaches down to fetch the coil of rope they’d stashed under the bed earlier.
“Wouldn’t want you getting any ideas about escaping me,” he says silkily. “Especially not before the captain arrives.”
(If Yeosang wasn’t fully hard before, he is now, at the sight of the rope, the promise of being tied up, and the mention of their other boyfriend arriving soon. He has to work hard to keep his excitement from showing on his face, and if the twitch in Wooyoung’s expression is anything to go by, he’s not entirely successful.)
“Now,” says the pirate, picking up the dagger in his free hand again, “I don’t think I have to remind you what will happen if you don’t behave, hm? So you just turn around for me, and don’t try my patience.”
Feeling himself shivering slightly, Yeosang raises himself and shifts so he’s kneeling on the mattress, facing away from the pirate.
“Good boy,” purrs the pirate, and begins looping the rope around Yeosang’s chest.
Yeosang stays mostly still as the pirate works, keeping his head down.
“Why are you doing all of this?” he whispers pitifully. “I haven’t done anything to you.”
“Why, because you’re so beautiful!” says the pirate at once. “It would be a waste to let you go without getting a taste, don’t you think?”
Finished securing Yeosang’s upper arms to his sides, he pushes Yeosang forward to lie on his front, climbing over him to work on tying his forearms in place over his mid-back.
Yeosang squirms, trying half-heartedly to get out from underneath him, and is immediately given a sharp slap to the side of his thigh.
“Stay still!”
Yeosang yelps loudly, not expecting the hit, and then blushes at how much it sounded like a moan. Obviously enjoying the reaction, the pirate immediately slaps his upper thigh again, hard. Bit too hard, really.
“Hey, yellow,” says Yeosang, glancing back over his shoulder reproachfully.
Wooyoung huffs out a quiet laugh.
“Sorry, sweetheart,” he says, dropping a light kiss on Yeosang’s smarting thigh in apology.
The pirate soon finishes securing Yeosang’s arms in place, and sits back.
“There we go,” he says, smirk clearly audible in his voice. “All done.”
Then he pauses.
“Oh, one sec, I forgot.”
Yeosang shifts himself onto his side to watch as Wooyoung picks up his phone and starts typing, eyes narrowed in concentration. Yeosang knows it can only be a text to Hongjoong to let him know they’ve started their scene as planned, so their boyfriend is prepared when he gets home, but he still pouts at the brief neglect.
When Wooyoung is still typing after a few moments, Yeosang gives an exaggerated gasp.
“What is that strange glowing device?” he exclaims, staring at the phone fearfully. “Is it… witchcraft?”
Wooyoung lets out a loud snort of laughter and leans forward to flick Yeosang in the forehead.
“Quiet, you.”
Yeosang watches in satisfaction as Wooyoung struggles to contain his amused smile as he goes back to typing his message, then he looks back up at the ceiling and rolls from side to side a little, testing the give in his bonds again. They feel good – snug around him and incredibly satisfying to pull against. Wooyoung has always had a knack for bondage, knowing just how tight to make each knot.
In his peripheral vision, he sees Wooyoung lay the phone aside, and then the pirate turns back to Yeosang with a smirk.
“Are you getting restless, little thing?” he asks patronisingly. “Do you want more attention?”
Yeosang glares at him, then looks away pointedly, insulted by the suggestion. As if he’d want more attention from his kidnapper, of all people.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” the pirate coos. “Don’t hide that pretty face from me.”
He reaches out and snags Yeosang’s chin in his hand, turning his head forcefully and leaning in until they’re nose to nose.
“How about a kiss, darling?” he asks, smirking as his eyes drift down to Yeosang’s mouth. “Can I get a kiss?”
“No!” exclaims Yeosang, horrified. “I’m not kissing you! Leave me alone!”
He tries to pull his face away, but the pirate’s grip on his cheeks is too strong. Still smirking, the pirate sits up and swings a leg over Yeosang, sitting heavily on his hips. Yeosang bites back an involuntary moan as the pirate’s obvious erection is pressed against his own.
“Stop – stop it!” he tries as the pirate leans down. “Get off!”
He tries to turn his head, but the pirate’s hands come back up to trap his face in place. His back is against the bed, so there’s nowhere to run, nothing he can do to get away as the pirate leans down and presses their lips firmly together.
Yeosang thought it would be just one kiss, and that was bad enough, but it seems he was wrong – it doesn’t end there. The pirate kisses and kisses him, forcefully working Yeosang’s lips apart so he can shove his tongue into his mouth. Yeosang lets out a whine of protest and tries to squirm away, but the combination of the ropes and the pirate’s weight on top of him renders him helpless.
As the kiss deepens, the pirate’s hands run over Yeosang’s body, raising goosebumps in their wake. They brush against his sides, causing him to squirm, and slide down to grope his thighs before creeping back up. The pirate pinches Yeosang’s nipples and smirks in satisfaction when it draws a startled ‘ah!’ from him, breaking the kiss to smile down at him.
Yeosang glares back, chest heaving as he works to regain his breath. The pirate just coos again.
“Look at you, all worked up,” he says. “Do you want more?”
“No, I –” Yeosang begins, but the pirate dips down to kiss him firmly again, cutting him off.
“The captain will want to be the one to fuck you first,” he says lowly, drawing away a few inches to whisper against Yeosang’s lips, “But I don’t think he’ll mind if I get you ready for him. What do you think?”
Another bolt of panic (thrill) flashes through Yeosang as he realises what the pirate means.
“No!” he shouts, but the pirate is already climbing off him, rolling Yeosang over to lie on his front.
Yeosang tugs frantically against the ropes as the pirate pushes his legs apart, struggling as he hears the click of the lube bottle’s cap behind him (although he doesn’t struggle too much, very aware that his own hard cock is trapped against the bed in this position, and he doesn’t want to accidentally come too soon).
The pirate pushes a lubed-up finger inside without warning, and Yeosang lets out a strangled noise and tries to squirm away, but the pirate doesn’t let him.
“Don’t touch me!” Yeosang cries, although he sounds a little too breathless for it to be convincing. “Stop it! Get off!”
The pirate ignores him, focussing on stretching him out. He adds another finger, then another, working Yeosang open without mercy as he writhes against his bonds and moans into the sheets.
When the pirate twists his fingers a particular way, causing Yeosang to let out his loudest cry yet, the pirate groans loudly behind him.
“Ugh, I can’t hold back any longer, looking at you like this,” he says.
He pulls his fingers out and wipes them on the cover (Yeosang files this away to gripe about later, when they’re not preoccupied), then shifts so he’s no longer forcing Yeosang’s thighs apart.
“Here, put your legs together,” he orders, tugging him into place, and Yeosang has to swallow down an excited moan when he realises what he’s going to do.
The pirate pours more lube generously over Yeosang’s thighs, then tosses the now-empty bottle aside. Then, he gets a large hand on each of Yeosang’s thighs, and pushes his cock between them.
Yeosang forgets to act for a moment, too caught up in the feel of Wooyoung’s cock between his sensitive thighs, in the strangled noise Wooyoung lets out.
Then the pirate starts thrusting, and Yeosang snaps himself back into it.
“Wh-what are you doing?” he cries out, as though scandalised, trying to look behind himself as he’s jolted by the pirate’s movement.
“Just stay still and take it, there’s a good boy,” says the pirate dismissively, before moaning loudly again. “Fuck, feel so good.”
Yeosang tries to squirm away a couple more times, but it’s ineffectual and the pirate on top of him barely seems to notice, too focussed on chasing his own pleasure. Eventually giving in, Yeosang lies there and lets himself be jostled around, helpless but to let himself be used.
Finally, the pirate stills above him with a long groan, then Yeosang is burning with humiliation as he feels the pirate’s release spilling over his legs.
He’s not granted much of a reprieve before the pirate comes back to himself, letting out a loud, satisfied sigh and propping himself up to plant a wet kiss on Yeosang’s cheek in some sort of parody of affection.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” he purrs. “I enjoyed that a lot.”
Yeosang cringes away, but the pirate just laughs again, already clambering off and moving away from the bed.
The pirate comes back quickly with a damp rag and starts cleaning Yeosang’s legs. Yeosang lies still and despondent and lets him.
“There we go,” the pirate says when he’s done. “All clean. The captain doesn’t need to know about that, hm? He’s still getting the real first go at you, after all.”
He winks at Yeosang, who turns his face away, burying himself further into the sheets as though they’ll give him any comfort. He feels the pirate lean over him and braces himself, but before anything else can happen, there’s the sound of a knock at the main door.
“Oho, speak of the devil,” the pirate whispers in his ear, smile audible. “It’s the man himself.”
He pushes back off the bed, and turns briefly in the doorway to look back at Yeosang, still tied up, sprawled on his side and out of breath, and smirks.
“I won’t be moment,” he says, “Don’t go anywhere, will you?”
And, laughing at his own joke, he shuts the door behind him.
Yeosang lies still, listen to the thudding of his own heart in his ears. He hears the pirate’s footsteps moving away, then the sound of a lock clicking and the door opening.
“Hey, sorry I took so long,” says a new voice, “Traffic was a fucking nightmare. Ow, what was that pinch for?!”
“Get in character!” Wooyoung scolds him. “What’s the point of texting you ahead of time that the scene’s started, just for you to barge in here talking about traffic? You’re a pirate captain!”
“Ah, sorry, sorry. Alright.”
There’s a brief pause, during which Yeosang can picture Hongjoong squaring his shoulders and putting his serious face on, before he speaks again.
“How did the raid go?”
“Without a hitch, captain,” the pirate reports at once. “And what’s more, I got you a surprise.”
“Oh?” says the captain interestedly. “Did he have any good jewellery hidden away?”
“Even better, sir. I found you a new toy.”
The door swings open again, and before Yeosang has time to react, the pirate is striding across the room and hauling him to his feet.
“Hey!” protests Yeosang. “What are you doing?”
The pirate doesn’t bother answering, just turns Yeosang around to face the door, and the new arrival stepping through it.
The man framed in the doorway is undoubtedly the captain. Even if Yeosang hadn’t been expecting to meet the pirates’ leader, the confidant stance and air of command with which he carries himself gives the man away at once.
He’s dressed in a ruffled white shirt, a dark red jacket, sleek boots with a slight heel. (Wooyoung had tried to convince him to wear a pirate hat too, but Hongjoong had turned the idea down firmly because “I still need to go to work in these clothes, Wooyoung, I can only get away with so much!”)
His gaze is piercing, and Yeosang wishes he wasn’t naked, wishes his hands were free to cover himself, because he’s never felt so vulnerable and exposed in his life, as the captain looks his body up and down with obvious pleasure in his eyes.
“Oh,” says the captain softly, “Now, he is a delight.”
He approaches slowly, not out of any gentleness, but with the leisure of someone who already knows their prey is trapped and can afford to take their time.
The captain walks around Yeosang, observing him from every angle, no doubt noting how messy his hair is, how red and swollen his lips are, how tears already clump his eyelashes together.
“You’ve been at him already,” he notes.
“Can you blame me?” asks the pirate, without an ounce of shame. “Look at him! Besides, I was just getting him warmed up for you.”
The captain smirks.
“Is that right?”
He takes Yeosang’s jaw in his hand and turns his head left then right, humming approvingly as though pleased with his face. Yeosang jerks his head away, offended at being treated like a doll, and both pirates laugh.
“Where did you say you found him?” asks the captain. “The stables?”
“The kitchens, captain,” answers the pirate promptly.
“What a waste, keeping a treasure like that in the kitchen, of all places,” says the captain. “Fortunate that you found him, so we can appreciate him as he deserves.”
The threatening promise of that statement sends another shiver down Yeosang’s spine.
Turning around, the captain sits leisurely on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide.
“Come here,” he commands, snapping his fingers.
Yeosang has no intention of obeying, but the pirate doesn’t give him a choice, steering him over and shoving him down to his knees before the captain, who eyes him lustfully.
He threads slim fingers into Yeosang’s hair, cradling the back of his skull.
“Ever sucked a cock before, pretty boy?”
Yeosang’s eyes widen and he tries to pull away at once, shaking his head furiously. He won’t do that, he won’t, they can’t make him.
At once, the fingers tangled in his hair tighten cruelly, holding him in place. Yeosang stills, a pained whine escaping his throat.
“Oh, don’t be like that,” coos the captain, voice soft despite his harsh grip. “How will you know you don’t like it if you never try?”
He jerks his head at the pirate, who seems to understand the signal as he moves forward at once, sliding a hand into Yeosang’s hair to keep him in place when the captain’s own hand retreats.
The captain frees himself from his trousers, already hard, and before Yeosang has a chance to brace himself, the pirate is pushing his head forward. Yeosang seals his lips together in protest, shaking his head again and glaring, but the pair only laugh at him.
“Difficult little thing, isn’t he?”
The captain leans back on his hands, looking down at Yeosang in amusement, before raising his eyes to the pirate again. Taking his cue, the pirate wraps his other hand around Yeosang’s jaw and presses his fingers into his cheeks, forcing him to part his lips. As soon as he does, the pirate wastes no time pushing Yeosang’s mouth down onto the captain’s waiting cock.
“Ahh,” the captain sighs, dropping his head back. “That’s it. There we go.”
He reaches forward and takes over from the pirate again, burying a hand in Yeosang’s hair and using it to guide his head back and forth. Yeosang closes his eyes and surrenders to it as his face is fucked. With his arms bound and the pirate still standing directly behind him, blocking him from moving, there’s nothing he can do. (Apart from keeping his teeth out of the way, of course – he doesn’t actually wish his boyfriend any harm).
The captain doesn’t go too hard or fast, at least, seemingly content to keep his pace steady and enjoy the feel of Yeosang’s mouth.
Out of habit, Yeosang hollows his cheeks and sets his tongue to press against the sensitive underside of the head, eliciting a groan from the man above him, before catching himself and remembering that he’s supposed to be unwilling. He lets his jaw go slack again, but he can tell from the gleam in Hongjoong’s eye that he’s noticed.
“If I didn’t know better,” drawls the captain, “I’d think you were practiced at this.”
Yeosang tries to look defiant, but that’s pretty hard to do when he’s tied up on his knees with a cock in his mouth, so he settles for looking away huffily to avoid eye contact.
“Is he good?” asks the pirate hungrily.
“Too good,” says the captain, then pulls out with a grunt. “Gonna have to stop before he makes me come.”
He runs his hand roughly through Yeosang’s hair, messing it up even further, then looks down at him seriously.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he tells him.
Yeosang’s eyes widen, and he shakes his head quickly.
“No,” he gasps, “No, please…!”
But the pirate is already grabbing him again, hauling him to his feet once more before shoving him back down onto the mattress. Yeosang whimpers as his chest hits the bed.
“Stay down, there’s a good boy,” says the captain carelessly, climbing up behind him.
Yeosang pulls frantically against the ropes keeping his arms behind his back, but they’re still holding firm.
“Please,” he begs, “Please, please don’t…”
He tries to sit up, but the pirate’s hands are on his shoulders at once, pressing him back down, holding him in place for the captain.
“He sounds so sweet begging, doesn’t he?” says the pirate.
“He’ll sound sweeter moaning with my cock in him,” the captain replies shortly.
Yeosang shivers again, bracing himself.
There’s a faint rustle from behind him, and a muttered curse. The silence begins to stretch.
“Ah, for fuck’s sake,” mutters Hongjoong.
Wooyoung sniggers, and Yeosang realises what’s going on – they’re onto a new bottle of lube, and Hongjoong can never seem to get the plastic seal off the cap the first time around. To be fair, it can be fiddly sometimes.
“Do you – would…” Wooyoung makes a valiant effort to stay in character, despite his obvious amusement, “Would you like some assistance there, Captain?”
“Oh, shove it,” says Hongjoong, and Yeosang turns his head in time to see his pouting boyfriend lob the bottle sulkily at Wooyoung, who catches it with a smug grin and has the plastic peeled off in seconds.
Yeosang lets his head drop back down, fighting to keep a straight face while Hongjoong rolls on a condom and slicks himself up.
“Stupid seal,” mutters Hongjoong petulantly, “We should buy another brand next time.”
Unable to help himself, Yeosang giggles.
It’s a mistake.
A hand fists in Yeosang’s hair and wrenches his head up, causing him to let out an involuntary shout of surprise and pain.
“You think that’s funny, do you, boy?”
Mouth hanging open, Yeosang stares up with wide-eyed panic at the captain, who is sneering down at him.
“Answer me!”
“N-no, sir,” he says hurriedly.
“Good.”
Yeosang is pushed forward again, and before he has time to get his bearings, the captain is grabbing his hips and lining himself up.
Both of them let out a strangled groan when he presses in, and for a moment, Yeosang worries that he’ll be teased about this too, for sounding so obviously pleasured by the intrusion. Luckily, however, the captain has other priorities.
He draws back his hips then snaps them forward again, setting a brutal rhythm from the get-go. Yeosang is rocked back and forth by the motion, soft ah’s being punched out of him unable to brace himself with his hands kept behind his back.
“Look so pretty being fucked,” the pirate coos from where he’s sitting beside them, reaching out to pet Yeosang’s hair. “I knew you would. You’re taking the captain so well.”
Yeosang tries to hide his face in embarrassment, but can’t with the way he’s being jostled so roughly. He can feel that he’s slowly losing the battle of pretending he isn’t enjoying this, unable to remember to appear aloof or distressed when it just feels so good.
“Gonna keep you,” the captain grunts. “Keep you here on our ship, so you can warm my bed, so I can fuck you whenever I feel like it when we’re out at sea. Would you like that, pretty boy?”
“Uhn – n-no!” Yeosang cries. “I don’t – ah! – No…”
“No?” the captain repeats, smirking. “Don’t you want to come tonight?”
The thought of being denied after all of this pulls an involuntary cry from Yeosang’s chest, a wordless, desperate plea.
“That’s what I thought,” says the captain smugly. “Now, who do you belong to?”
Yeosang sobs.
“Who do you belong to?” demands Hongjoong again, unrelenting. “Say it!”
“You!” The cry bursts out of Yeosang. “You, sir, captain, I’m yours, I belong to you. Please – ah – please, fuck me, please, let me… let me…!”
“There we go,” the captain purrs, “Good boy, good boy. Knew you’d come around.”
He reaches around and wraps a small hand firmly around Yeosang’s leaking cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.
After being worked up for so long, it feels incredible to finally be touched, and it only takes a minute until the pleasure reaches its peak. Yeosang throws his head back and comes with a shout, limbs shuddering and eyes rolling back with the strength of it.
The captain fucks him through it unrelentingly, and once Yeosang slumps, exhausted, he speeds up his thrusts, which Yeosang would have thought was impossible a few moments ago.
He whines, overwhelmed and overstimulated, as the captain snaps his hips faster and faster, intent on chasing his own pleasure. Finally, he goes quiet, and Yeosang feels the captain shivering over him as he empties himself into the condom, breath hot against Yeosang’s back as he gasps through his climax.
When he’s done, he slumps down over Yeosang’s spent body, both of them heaving for breath.
For a long moment, no one moves.
“Fuck, that was so hot,” says Wooyoung.
“Mn,” says Hongjoong in agreement, sounding as exhausted as Yeosang feels, and Wooyoung cackles in response.
Hongjoong drops a couple of clumsy kisses on Yeosang’s shoulders and back as he moves to pull out, shuffling to the side of the bed to throw the condom away.
Yeosang closes his eyes and lets himself drift for a moment, tuning out the rest of the room. He roused a few moments later, however, when he feels someone tugging at one of the knots around his arms.
He makes a little noise of protest, and the hands retreat.
“Not yet?” says Hongjoong understandingly.
Yeosang shakes his head.
They know he doesn’t like being untied too quickly, before he’s got his breath back. It feels confusing and disorienting to suddenly be free while he’s still in this headspace, like having a blanket pulled off abruptly.
Instead, his partners settle on either side of him, and let him drift for a few more minutes, Hongjoong tracing over the ropes delicately and Wooyoung stroking his hair, before rousing him again and gently untying him.
“That was so good,” Yeosang says sleepily once they’re done, not bothering to open his eyes.
There are two hums of agreement from either side of him almost immediately.
“We should do this again,” says Hongjoong.
“Oh, absolutely,” says Wooyoung. “Next time I want to be the prisoner. Ooh, or we could do a mob boss scene! We all know how good hyung looks in a suit. I’ll be, like, the guy you’re interrogating or something. And Sangie, you could be the muscle, don’t you think? Wouldn’t that be fun?”
A hand gropes at Yeosang’s bicep enthusiastically, and he pouts, making a noise of complaint as he draws away from it sulkily.
“Don’t bombard him,” says Hongjoong in amusement. “He’s not fully back with us yet, are you sweetheart?”
Yeosang shakes his head, then turns and latches onto Hongjoong, tucking his head in under his boyfriend’s chin.
“Love you,” he mumbles, earning a coo in response.
“I love you too, Yeosangie.”
“What about me?”
Wooyoung wraps himself around Yeosang’s back like a clinging koala, nuzzling into him.
“Mhm, I love you too.”
Yeosang knows Wooyoung is probably expecting some banter in reply to his prodding, but Yeosang is simply too tired and happy to rise to the bait.
“Aww,” Wooyoung chuckles, then leans in to press a soft kiss to Yeosang’s cheek.
They settle down together again, all sleepy after their exertion. They’re sticky and the sheets are in disarray, but that’s fine, they can fix it later.
For now, they’re happy, they’re in love, and it’s time for a nap.