Ekky was minding his own business, cleaning up the galley and suddenly he’s found himself on the floor. The rag and pot that were in his hands unceremoniously scattered across the deck. Instead of doing his job, he’s in the firm hold of a large muscled man. Really he should care more about his defenses being this low, however...he just can’t bring himself to care. Ekky can’t help but laugh, breathless even to his own ears, as he struggles in Mateo’s arms. He knows he’s supposed to break free, prove he can defend himself, but he enjoys being fast in this man’s arms too much, loves feeling hot skin on skin. All he can do is play at trying to break free, wiggling his body around, his hands wrapped around Mateo’s forearms, helpless against him.

“You’ve outmatched me. It seems I’m just going to have to die,” he says pretending at labored breathing, “or else I can offer my body for my life.” 

“Oh?” Mateo responds chuckling, “and what exactly do you think your body has to offer me?” Mateo punctuates his question with a nip to Ekky’s rough neck that undermines his position. 

“I think you know full well, Quartermaster.” 

He can feel his eyes twinkle and his voice shine with hope to where this will all lead. He shifts his hips again, feeling the press of Mateo’s hips, and grabs more meaningfully at the Quartermaster’s wrists. Instead of trying to get out of the grapple, he pulls him down so that their bodies are pressed flush, chest to chest. A little noise of surprise escapes Mateo that Ekky eagerly gobbles up, stealing a kiss.

Mateo settles over him, his body pressing down onto the cook’s. He lets one hand cup his jaw, cradling him tender as anything while Ekky starts writhing underneath him. Mateo lets out a moan, he always savors this, the slow build of want between them. He loves the moments before fucking where they enjoy each other again. Stealing time to fuck isn’t easy on the ship, and even harder to steal time to luxuriate in it. At the very least they don’t have to wait for landfall like some of the crew. 

The ship lolls on a wake, and they shift with it, their bodies laid out on the deck, shifting their weight with her movement. He lets the creaking of the ship feel at one with his movements as he heads farther south along Ekky’s body. He hears a gasp fall from his lips, and looks up to see his eyes trailed upon the ceiling, his jaw clenched in a silent prayer for what’s to come. He rakes up his shirt, leaving red abrasions on his skin,  and trails his tongue up the hairy expanse of Eshref’s body, licking away the sweat gathered there, and tugging at the slight hairs with his teeth. He smiles against his skin hearing him let out another little gasp like the air has been pushed out of him. 

He tongues at his navel, licking around the rim, dipping his tongue in and out quick, some approximation of what he’d do to his backside, as he tugs at Ekky’s pants, Ekky helpfully raises his hips to ease their removal. They’ve done this a thousand times. They know how to move together, their fucking like well practiced sparring. They know each other’s moves and habits like the back of their own hands. Mateo decides not to remove Ekky’s pants entirely. For now they stay trapping his ankles to make him all the more desperate to be free and bucking later. Mateo drops himself between his legs and sucks a mark along the inside of his thigh: a warning of what’s to come. He licks him, getting him wet. He teases at the thin skin around the base of him, tugs at his nest of hairs, licks them till they’re shining in the low light of the galley. 

“Get on with it,” Ekky laughs, “I still have all this shit to clean. 

“Oh shut up,” Mateo huffs out, “Everyone’s nothing but back talk all the time.” 

“Your life is very hard on this very successful ship, I know.”

Mateo rolls his eyes, and takes his balls into his mouth and sucks against them. He circles his tongue on one before moving on to the other and giving it the same treatment. Ekky groans loudly, breaking apart. Mateo hums satisfied and licks along his taint, back up to the sensitive soft skin beneath his length, and up the vein lining the length of him. One of Ekky’s hands finds its way into Mateo’s hair and holds him tight. The other tries to grip into the wooden deck as if it were some governor's soft sheets. Mateo leaves sloppy kisses along his cock, his tongue heats Ekky’s flesh, his finger teasing the rim of his ass. 

Finally Mateo lets his tongue tease the tip of his cock, he takes his other hand and teases the place where the cock meets the shaft. He runs his fingers along it trapping the sensitive skin between his strokes. He’s pleased as Ekky releases a noise like it’s just the other side of too much, too soon. He lets his head bob and his eyes fall shut. There’s nothing like the weight of a cock on his tongue. He slides down and up, his hand falling around the base of the shaft, following his head’s movement. The two of them get lost in it, Ekky is breathing hard, Mateo’s mouth watering around him, his cock presses hard against his breeches, insistent against its neglect. Ekky’s hips start to press back against the finger teasing his hole, so he slips one finger in while looking up at him. Ekky’s head is thrown back, his chest heaving, hair gleaming with sweat, his eyes roll back and a little “god yes” hisses past his lips. 

Mateo lets his cock drop from his mouth and moves up his body, his finger continues to slowly pump in and out of him. He swipes his tongue over a nipple before sucking hard, leaning over and giving the same treatment to the other. Another broken moan escapes Ekky. Another satisfied hum from Mateo. 

He loves him like this. Ekky gone somewhere in the back of his mind until all there is the feeling of their bodies pressed together. Mateo straddles a thigh and rolls his hard cock against him, his mouth attacks his chest with teeth and tongue. He lays his head briefly against his chest, focusing on the feel of his cock against his thigh and groaning at how good it feels. Ekky’s arms are wrapped around him, digging into his back, giving him that extra hint of an edge. He feels him start to pull insistently against his shirt. Mateo laughs and lifts himself to aid Ekky’s desperate fingers. He slips his own fingers out of his ass despite Ekky’s petulant whine of disapproval, so that he can remove his trousers, putting on a show of revealing his cock, his ass, his thighs. Kicking away his pants, he rips Ekky’s off his ankles and tosses them aside roughly. He leans back down and presses open mouthed kisses to his chest. He rolls his now exposed cock against the warm skin of Ekky’s thigh. It feels so fucking good. He could get lost in this. 

“Kiss me,” Ekky murmurs and what can he do but obey. His mouth finds his and they’re kissing each other desperately. Eyes shut hard, bodies pressed flush, Ekky’s hips roll against his finger, their tongues hot with want. He curls his finger in purposefully, releasing a broken moan from the cook writhing on the wooden deck of the galley. He teases his hole with a second finger. He devours the air between them with his lips, and slowly sinks the second finger in next to the first. 

“You feel so fucking good,” Ekky whines out, shifting his hips against his fingers, Mateo smiles and flutters his fingers sideways before corkscrewing in, then stretching, curling, switching the movement until Ekky is clawing at his back and he is pushing a third finger in. He keeps up the onslaught of sensation:  twisting, stretching, curling, pumping in and out, fast and slow, grinding inside him. 

Honeyed begging is dripping from the very seams of Ekky’s breath. He’s got a hand dug in his own hair pulling, his legs fall apart wide and tempting. His head is tilted back into the solid wood and he begs “please please please...Mateo, get inside me.” 

Mateo leans down and takes his mouth in his, wet and promising. His hand is steadying his cock and he sinks into Mateo quick as anything. Ekky’s cry is loud enough that there’s no doubt they are overheard. There’s no thought to be spared for it, as Mateo pulls back and grinds his hips back in until they’re pressed flush. 

He’s leans down, his forearms braced on either side of Ekky’s head, his hips rolling in and out as Ekky lies there still, his face scrunched up, little pants being forced out of him, one hand still firmly buried in his hair. It’s been too long since Mateo has seen him this overwhelmed. He leans in, enraptured, and buries his face in his neck, licking him, nipping at his jawline, trying to coax his partner into action. His hips keep a steady rhythm of pull and push and roll. 

He feels sweat gather at the base of his spine, he feels sweat drip from the base of his neck. His hair is wet and wild with it. It gathers in the short hair of his chest and drips onto Ekky. He pushes up on one hand and uses the other to trace and pull Ekky’s own chest hair. At the quick shoot of pain he looks up in time to see Mateo lick the sweat beaded on his finger from where he buried his hand in his chest. It pushes a whine out of his chest that he can’t stop. Mateo knows how to push all of his buttons, and how to do it all at once. His body starts bucking, meeting Mateo movement for movement, both of them incapable of controlling the noises spilling from them any more than they can the push and pull between them.

Slowly Mateo takes one nipple and then then other between his fingertips, teases them, pinches them back and forth with increasing pressure until Ekky’s screaming under him. Ekky lets a hand slide from his hair down his body to cup his balls. Ekky whines as need to come washes over him. His teeth worry his lower lip, his hands no longer know where to go, he’s grasping at Mateo’s sides, his shoulders, his ass, pulling him closer, scratching him, claiming him. His legs are wrapped around his thighs and his ass, trying to press until they fuse into one. His whole world narrows to the feeling of Mateo’s cock in his ass, to the press of their skin together, and the noises of pleasure spilling from Mateo’s mouth as he takes him. 

“Harder,” he whispers, demands. Mateo follows his orders. His hips speed up, Ekky’s voice cracks. High pitched noises spill from him, and Mateo takes his hands in his, reaches them above his head and holds them there, pinned to the deck, spread prostrate and willfully his. Mateo’s other hand reaches down and runs fast over his length while his hips move fast and hard. Ekky’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he makes some sort of garbled noise that bubbles up from his throat. He’s being cracked open head to toe and molten metal has replaced his blood for something more likely to burn him inside out. 

His legs shake, his hips freeze and he spills out over his hand, he comes across his chest and Mateo’s. He buries his face into the deck while Mateo continues to strip his cock, letting his orgasm roll over him again and again, breaking him apart. His ass clenches around Mateo’s cock and Mateo lets out a broken string of moans before he is filling him. Pulsing hot inside him. Mateo’s hand clenched so tight around his wrists they might bruise. 

Ekky is boneless and nearly asleep with Mateo hovering above, eyes shut, letting the last of the feeling rock through him. They breathe each other in as the tension slowly bleeds out. He allows the quiet to wash his mind clean. After a moment he lowers himself, letting his cock slip out of Ekky, and slots himself along his side. His arms come round to hold him to his chest, brushing his fingers through Ekky’s hair. The two of them rest together. Sweat and sex scent the air and lull them to rest to the sounds of their heavy breathing and water lapping gently against the hull.