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[shavedaway]

Good lad.

[ He starts with Billy's sweater. He runs his hands back up the front of it, along Billy's broad shoulders, catches the fabric between his fingers and with a sharp arms up, gets the thing off with only a small bit of difficulty. Really, he's never undressed someone so tall before. He laughs at the ridiculousness of getting it off, as he folds it neatly and drops it, folded, onto the floor. ]

Off to a good start.

[ His hands are back on Billy then, against a chest that is certainly something, even clothed. They slide down as his eyes look up again, back at Billy's face, as he tugs Billy's shirt out from his pants and lets his hands wander against skin. Against Billy's stomach and up, feeling muscle, thumbs grazing against Billy's nipples when he finds them. ]

[adherency]

( billy definitely isn't ticklish but he can't stop gooseflesh from rising in the wake of thomas' wandering hands. he swallows, trying to keep still even if a part of him wants to nudge thomas into moving faster, touching firmer.

he doesn't because he remembers thomas' warning from before. he wiggles his fingers a bit and then nods. )

Glad to know that the sweater didn't give you too much trouble.

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It wasn't the sweater, so much as you being built like a bloody tree.

[ Excuse you, Billy. And who said you could speak out of turn, hm? He pinches Billy's nipple at that. Not too hard, it's only intended as a chastisement, but he keeps his eyes firmly on Billy's face as he does it. ]

But point made. Your shirt next, then, by yourself.

[adherency]

( well, he doesn't expect that and ends up twitching a bit, gasp turning into a laugh. how bold of you, thomas. )

I can't help how I was built. So much time on a ship means a lot of hard labor.

( even more so on a pirate ship where the crew wasn't as structured as something like the royal navy. )

I can take my shirt off? Just checking.

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[ Oh, interesting reaction, that. He'll tuck that bit of information away for later. ]

You're being very cheeky for someone keen on being told what to do. Yes, take your shirt off.

[adherency]

I wasn't trying to be. I just wanted to make sure I didn't overstep.

( he reaches for the bottom of his shirt and pulls it off in one smooth motion. then, he tosses it aside and straightens, waiting for thomas to make the next move. )

[shavedaway]

[ There is, very suddenly, an impulse to correct Billy. "I didn't overstep, sir". He doesn't, not quite comfortable with arbitrarily enforcing rank without a frank discussion on the matter, and there are other things to pay attention to. Like how damn fit Billy is. He certainly takes a moment to look, now that he has the opportunity for a moment. One of the joys of privacy. Even as he runs his hands back own Billy's chest again, he is curious though. ]

If I were to have you call me sir, would you like that? Would that align with how you want to be ordered about?

[ The finely trimmed edge of his fingernails gently trace the line down Billy's abdominals, towards where his belt buckle sits. ]

[adherency]

( now, that is something that he's never really done before. the only person ordering him around had been daphne so he'd been using the word ma'am.

this is a bit different but he feels a shiver of pleasure run down his spine anyway. he sucks in ab reath when thomas' fingers move across his stomach, down to his belt. )

I'd like that. I can do that.

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[ Also a good reaction. There are so many options here, and he's not used to having so much choice. His hands sit on Billy's belt, unmoving, as he thinks. He's taking his time on purpose, just as he said he would; patience is certainly one way to get what you want, and when what you want is to spot where the seams come undone, patience can go a long way. ]

Mm. I'm sure you would Mr. Bones. I'll allow it, and I won't even be strict on you. Call me sir when you like, and how you like. Though I can't speak for how lenient I'll be in the future, if this is how we're to proceed.

[ He gets down onto his knees then, his hands following him down Billy's legs. ]

Hands behind your back, Billy.

[adherency]

( while it's not something he's really discussed with people, he's found that he does like this, this being ordered to do things. he likes giving the orders too but he likes someone taking control just as much.

he tips his chin up and then puts his hands behind his back, clasping his fingers around one wrist.

when thomas settles on his knees, thomas makes a quiet nose and closes his eyes. )

Very well. Sir.

( he opens his eyes to see how thomas reacts to that. )

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[ The reaction that Billy sees when he opens his eyes is open, earnest, turned on awe. It's funny, that this is another thing they seem to have in common. He's never discussed any of this, with anyone, but to put his own desire to give direction and his need to be given orders in equal parts into practice is certainly something.

What he is in awe of is how perfectly Billy slides into place, and how incredibly erotic this all feels.

Right now, if someone tried to tell him to his face that he wasn't in some sort of heaven he would tell them to fuck right off, because what the hell do they know?

His mouth, which had been ever so slightly ajar, closes, and his tongue peeks out to wet his bottom lip and drag it through his teeth. What on earth is he going to do with you, Billy Bones?

He starts to make quick work of Billy's shoes, one untied and then the other, with an expert's precision. ]

Why did you leave the service?

[adherency]

( now, that is a dangerous question and while billy doesn't necessarily want to lie. he doesn't want to talk about flint and the walrus and what he really is just yet. )

I think I just...felt like doing something else with my life. I hadn't really gotten to explore much.

( that wasn't too much of a lie, actually. he'd done what his parents wanted as a child and then he'd been conscripted and then right to flint's crew. he didn't know a lot about the world beyond that. )

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[ It's funny how small details can be immediately suspicious. It is very suspicious that someone would leave the service because they hadn't gotten to explore enough. He's infinitely curious, and he glances up questioningly as he tugs off Billy's shoes, but he decides to file that information for later and not pull that thread right at this moment.

As nosy as he may be, now is certainly not the time. He can leave it, for now. Instead he smiles, running his hands back up Billy's legs and finally working on his belt. ]

I...have never done this before, but I want to, very much. You will tell me if I've done something wrong, won't you?

[adherency]

( it's better not to ask questions, thomas. he doesn't want to disappoint you just yet. that's coming. this is better.

he blinks down at thomas and then nods. )

I will but I think you'll be fine.

( as long as you weren't going to bite him, thomas, billy was going to enjoy it. )

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[ thomas smiles, a bit bashful for it, and places a kiss against Billy's stomach, above his waistband. ]

I appreciate your confidence in the matter.

[ He tugs Billy's fly open and pushes Billy's pants and underwear down, kissing his way down with it until he's got Billy's cock out. He spits into his hand before giving Billy a fondle, a quick stroke before taking Billy's stones in his hand, pressing a wet finger between them and up again to wrap around the base of his cock. He knows what he likes, so logically it should apply. ]

Your hands stay behind your back, Billy.

[adherency]

( that is going to be...difficult. he wants to reach out and touch but thomas has told him not to she grips his wrist harder and closes his eyes. )

Yeah, all right. All right.

( he's going to try. his eyes flutter shut for a moment but he pries them open so he can peer down at thomas, watch him touch his cock. )

I will.

( he would give it his best effort. )

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You will, what?

[ He looks up at Billy from where he is on the ground, holding Billy's cock in his hand and, frankly, procrastinating, but being called Sir, like this, is obscene. And thrilling. ]

[adherency]

( it's hard to think when thomas has his cock in his hand but he realizes what thomas wants quickly enough. )

I will, sir, I promise.

( he says the words firmly, no wobble in his tone. if that's what thomas wants, he can provide. )

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[ Thomas smiles, and presses a kiss to the divot in Billy's hip. He could get dangerously comfortable with this. ]

Good lad.

[ Okay. Enough procrastinating, enough nerves. He gives Billy's cock one, two more strokes, before taking the head in his mouth, and giving a good suck. ]

[adherency]

( even if thomas asked him to be honest, billy really doesn't think he'd be able to when his dick's getting sucked. as long as thomas has his mouth on him, billy's going to think it's a good job.

he takes a slow breath and grips his hands together tighter to fight off the urge to reach out, touch thomas' hair because he really wants to.

he sucks in a breath and shivers a bit, feeling a tremble work through his hips but he stays still. )

[shavedaway]

[ For what thomas lacks in experience, he makes up for attentive enthusiasm. With a hand wrapped around the base of billy's cock, he takes his time, feels his way around Billy's cock with his tongue, notes as billy gets harder in his mouth, relaxes his jaw a bit more, tries to take more in. He gags once, pulls back when he does, coughs into the back of his hand. ]

Sorry.

[adherency]

You don't need to apologize. Sir.

( and he decides to break the rules for a moment, reaching out to slide a hand through thomas' hair before nodding. it's fine, he's fine. )

You're doing fine, okay. That feels really fucking good.

[shavedaway]

[ The combination of Billy's empathy, and the reassurance that he's doing well, ignites something in him. His free hand comes up to cover Billy's, so that he can maneuver it and press a kiss into the palm of Billy's hand. He can do whatever the hell he wants with that hand, Thomas has no intention of being a hard and resolute officer. It's fun, certainly, but less important.

He says nothing, only meets Billy's eyes and nods, before returning to his quary. He licks a stripe up Billy's cock before giving the head a good suck, take it back into his mouth for more shallow but focused attention. ]

[adherency]

( billy keeps his hand on thomas' head, not trying to push or press but he wants thomas to feel the connection and billy wants it himself as well.

his fingers grip a little tighter when thomas sucks the head of billy's cock, drawing a quick gasp and a little shiver that rolls down his back. he swallows, nodding several times because yes, that's good )

That's good, that's so good.

( he's not lying, it does feel really good. )

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[ Billy's grip on his hair feels good, and he takes the queue to suck on the head of Billy's cock again, his tongue tracing along the slit, along the edge of his foreskin. The hand around the base of Billy's cock strokes to make up for the lack of attention, and his free hand clutches at Billy's hip for balance. He wants more than anything for this to continue to be good for Billy, but he doesn't want him to come. Not just yet. So he pays attention, as he gives attention. ]