Past Lives - Tavern Wenches
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sonora_conejaPairing: Hannibal/Face,
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Summary:
Just a short little PWP for go along with the pirate!AU that seems to have taken over my brain of late. Elaboration off a comment I made in a thread for Templeton's Revenge
Templeton’s got a thing for tavern wenches. John’s got a thing for watching. And then reminding him who he belongs to.
Being a pirate had its advantages, John thought to himself, moving towards the sounds he heard from the storeroom.
Like not worrying about the rules of other men.
John was not overly fond of rules.
‘Twas probably his years in the military that had made him so, or perhaps his own inclinations, or the simple fact that a pirate could not afford such restrictions. And Templeton was not terribly enamored of such things, either.
So it was a good arrangement they had, allowing them to do things like this.
No matter how jealous it made him, John knew the truth; it was all part of the fun.
“Oh, oh, sir... please...”
The pirate captain puffed away on his pipe in the open door, smiling at the scene in front of him.
Oh, his lad loved the tavern wenches and they loved him, willing, always wet with nothing more than a smile and a nod. Like this one now, in the back storeroom of the inn they had taken rooms in for the night while he concluded business in town. It was a small port and boring, Templeton had whined. But they were staying at an inn, John had pointed out, one that had wenches, and he’d watch his lad’s eyes go dark with lust.
Now, he got to watch the lad fuck one of them senseless.
His lad was snapping his hips into her and jamming her back against his cock, head thrown back in victory as he ruthlessly plundered her dripping pussy. She was begging in breathy little whimpers and Face was moaning, loud and whorish.
John loved that sound out of his lad. Went straight to his cock. Hell’s breath, he was hard already.
He stepped into the room a little further, wanting a closer look.
Breeches down around ankles, long skirts hitched over a smooth back. Legs, arms, braced firmly, the lass holding on for dear life to the edge of a low table, Templeton gripping her hips with bruising force. Long hair tumbled around her shoulders, and those pert, sweet breasts bounced along with Templeton’s rhythmic thrusts, nearly tumbling free of her corset with every upstroke. It was a raw display, to be sure, the lad’s thighs slapping against her round arse, his length disappearing into the wench’s soft body with increasing force, his thighs straining, corded muscles on display... Templeton dropped his head for a moment, smiled at his captain, and sped up.
Oh, his cock twitched again at that, demanding attention, and John absently stroked himself through his breeches. “Having fun tonight, lad?”
The lass shrieked at the sound of John’s voice, and he started laughing even as Templeton, ever gentle with the ladies when his pleasure was concerned, wrapped an arm around her waist and whispered soft words in her ear until she began to calm down enough for him to resume his activities. She was still trying to steal glances off over her shoulder at him, and he smiled down at her, feral and possessive.
“Ever so, m’lord,” Templeton gasped, in that way he always did when he really, really wanted John to fuck him. When he needed it. “She is delectable.”
Time for it, then.
With a growl, John put his pipe on a shelf undid the buttons of his fly, letting his cock spring free, rapidly swelling to full hardness. He jerked his breeches down just far enough, right to the top of his boots, and moved in.
The lass’ already wide eyes went huge at the sight of him, and the pirate ran a hand around his lad’s shoulder, reveling in the way the younger man bucked back into him automatically, how Templeton pulled nearly out of her to arch against John’s own chest, how a hand left her hips to run up and into John’s ponytail.
Beautiful. It was the perfect position for John’s cock to slide between the cheeks of his lad’s perfect, perfect ass, and he let his hands stray under the loose white fabric of Templeton’s blouse, ftugging lightly on the gold nipple ring he found there. Time enough to play with that later, but he loved the way the younger man groaned at the stimulation. “Don’t let me keep you from your task,” John growled, and trembling, the lad resumed fucking the wench.
Only this time, when Templeton’s hips rolled back, they rolled right over John’s cock.
The pirate held his position for several more strokes, until the lass’ whimpers turned to screams and the screams died to happy little sobs, and he yanked Templeton forcefully out of her. He wrapped his hand around the base of his lad’s gorgeous cock, choking back orgasm.
“Devil take it, John, what in...”
“Silence, lad.” John dropped to his knees, dragging the younger man down as well, settling him over his lap and biting his lip at the painful, wonderful sensation of his cock trapped so close to where it needed to be. “You may fuck as many women as you want, you know that. Saliva. Now.”
Templeton let his head fall back against John’s shoulder, baring the scar from the pirate captain’s mark in a most intentional fashion as he rolled around to into John’s hand. “Yes, m’lord...”
The older man slicked himself with it and lined up, still holding tight to the base of his lad’s cock. “But you may never, never forget that this arse, this body, your life, your very fucking soul, belong to me.”
If the younger man was planning on responding, he didn’t get a chance, because John thrust in, straight up into the burning heat and blissful tightness of his lad’s perfect arse and released his cock at the same time. A scream tore loose from those beautiful lips at the burn of penetration, but in that moment, John did not care. The pleasure at being buried in that wondrous body...
His hands went to Templeton’s hips, snapping up, dragging down, so much like what the lad was doing to the wench. But much rougher, much faster and much, much better. John felt the happiness of triumph suffuse his entire being as his young lover groaned and started riding his cock in earnest, the fingers of both his hands entwined, just for a moment, with John’s and pulled back at a near-cruel angle.
Then he yelped and fell forward as John shifted and caught that angle. The captain laughed, loving how he could take this man apart, how eager he was, how the lad responded, how ready he always was.
“A-again, again, please...”
“You are mine, Templeton,” John snarled, and threw them both forward, so the lad was on his hands and knees on the storeroom floor, John draped over him, hitting that pleasure nub deep inside, again and again and again, until the lad shuddered and screamed out in climax, splattering the stone beneath.
John wasn’t far behind, one more good hard thrust, and then he was coming too, release surging in hot pulses deep into the lad’s bowels, all the way to his heart. He collapsed over that strong back, the sweat-soaked blouse there, senses flying.
Templeton rolled them around, so he was laying on his back on the floor, holding John against his chest, hands roaming slowly.
There was a most decidedly feminine whimper above them, and the pirate cast an eye up at the tavern wench perched on the table, watching the scene below her with sheer and utter... shock? Amazement?
“And you, lass? Enjoy that?” he asked casually, running a possessive hand down his lad’s naked arse.
“Aye...” she breathed. “But...men...”
“Pirates, beautiful lady,” Templeton smiled up at her.
She stared for a moment more, and then fled the room.
The lad let his head fall back, laughing, and John caught it with a big, steady hand. Those sea-blue eyes were locked on his, happy, reverent, and soft hands were playing with his hair. The young man had such a fascination with it.
“Enjoy your game, love?”
“I love you, John Smith.”
“And I you, Templeton Peck,” he replied, and kissed the lad lightly. Saw the contentment start to reform into lust and smiled. Oh, it was delicious, constantly reminding the young man who he belonged to, who owned him. He never seemed to get his fill of it. Needed it. And John was always, always happy to indulge him that. “Now, what do you say to doing this again in our bed upstairs? I know how you need your comforts, my love...”
“And you, m'lord, how I love your plans.”
John made sure to grab his pipe off the shelf before they left the storeroom.
Thank Providence for tavern wenches.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: none
Summary:
Just a short little PWP for go along with the pirate!AU that seems to have taken over my brain of late. Elaboration off a comment I made in a thread for Templeton's Revenge
Templeton’s got a thing for tavern wenches. John’s got a thing for watching. And then reminding him who he belongs to.
Being a pirate had its advantages, John thought to himself, moving towards the sounds he heard from the storeroom.
Like not worrying about the rules of other men.
John was not overly fond of rules.
‘Twas probably his years in the military that had made him so, or perhaps his own inclinations, or the simple fact that a pirate could not afford such restrictions. And Templeton was not terribly enamored of such things, either.
So it was a good arrangement they had, allowing them to do things like this.
No matter how jealous it made him, John knew the truth; it was all part of the fun.
“Oh, oh, sir... please...”
The pirate captain puffed away on his pipe in the open door, smiling at the scene in front of him.
Oh, his lad loved the tavern wenches and they loved him, willing, always wet with nothing more than a smile and a nod. Like this one now, in the back storeroom of the inn they had taken rooms in for the night while he concluded business in town. It was a small port and boring, Templeton had whined. But they were staying at an inn, John had pointed out, one that had wenches, and he’d watch his lad’s eyes go dark with lust.
Now, he got to watch the lad fuck one of them senseless.
His lad was snapping his hips into her and jamming her back against his cock, head thrown back in victory as he ruthlessly plundered her dripping pussy. She was begging in breathy little whimpers and Face was moaning, loud and whorish.
John loved that sound out of his lad. Went straight to his cock. Hell’s breath, he was hard already.
He stepped into the room a little further, wanting a closer look.
Breeches down around ankles, long skirts hitched over a smooth back. Legs, arms, braced firmly, the lass holding on for dear life to the edge of a low table, Templeton gripping her hips with bruising force. Long hair tumbled around her shoulders, and those pert, sweet breasts bounced along with Templeton’s rhythmic thrusts, nearly tumbling free of her corset with every upstroke. It was a raw display, to be sure, the lad’s thighs slapping against her round arse, his length disappearing into the wench’s soft body with increasing force, his thighs straining, corded muscles on display... Templeton dropped his head for a moment, smiled at his captain, and sped up.
Oh, his cock twitched again at that, demanding attention, and John absently stroked himself through his breeches. “Having fun tonight, lad?”
The lass shrieked at the sound of John’s voice, and he started laughing even as Templeton, ever gentle with the ladies when his pleasure was concerned, wrapped an arm around her waist and whispered soft words in her ear until she began to calm down enough for him to resume his activities. She was still trying to steal glances off over her shoulder at him, and he smiled down at her, feral and possessive.
“Ever so, m’lord,” Templeton gasped, in that way he always did when he really, really wanted John to fuck him. When he needed it. “She is delectable.”
Time for it, then.
With a growl, John put his pipe on a shelf undid the buttons of his fly, letting his cock spring free, rapidly swelling to full hardness. He jerked his breeches down just far enough, right to the top of his boots, and moved in.
The lass’ already wide eyes went huge at the sight of him, and the pirate ran a hand around his lad’s shoulder, reveling in the way the younger man bucked back into him automatically, how Templeton pulled nearly out of her to arch against John’s own chest, how a hand left her hips to run up and into John’s ponytail.
Beautiful. It was the perfect position for John’s cock to slide between the cheeks of his lad’s perfect, perfect ass, and he let his hands stray under the loose white fabric of Templeton’s blouse, ftugging lightly on the gold nipple ring he found there. Time enough to play with that later, but he loved the way the younger man groaned at the stimulation. “Don’t let me keep you from your task,” John growled, and trembling, the lad resumed fucking the wench.
Only this time, when Templeton’s hips rolled back, they rolled right over John’s cock.
The pirate held his position for several more strokes, until the lass’ whimpers turned to screams and the screams died to happy little sobs, and he yanked Templeton forcefully out of her. He wrapped his hand around the base of his lad’s gorgeous cock, choking back orgasm.
“Devil take it, John, what in...”
“Silence, lad.” John dropped to his knees, dragging the younger man down as well, settling him over his lap and biting his lip at the painful, wonderful sensation of his cock trapped so close to where it needed to be. “You may fuck as many women as you want, you know that. Saliva. Now.”
Templeton let his head fall back against John’s shoulder, baring the scar from the pirate captain’s mark in a most intentional fashion as he rolled around to into John’s hand. “Yes, m’lord...”
The older man slicked himself with it and lined up, still holding tight to the base of his lad’s cock. “But you may never, never forget that this arse, this body, your life, your very fucking soul, belong to me.”
If the younger man was planning on responding, he didn’t get a chance, because John thrust in, straight up into the burning heat and blissful tightness of his lad’s perfect arse and released his cock at the same time. A scream tore loose from those beautiful lips at the burn of penetration, but in that moment, John did not care. The pleasure at being buried in that wondrous body...
His hands went to Templeton’s hips, snapping up, dragging down, so much like what the lad was doing to the wench. But much rougher, much faster and much, much better. John felt the happiness of triumph suffuse his entire being as his young lover groaned and started riding his cock in earnest, the fingers of both his hands entwined, just for a moment, with John’s and pulled back at a near-cruel angle.
Then he yelped and fell forward as John shifted and caught that angle. The captain laughed, loving how he could take this man apart, how eager he was, how the lad responded, how ready he always was.
“A-again, again, please...”
“You are mine, Templeton,” John snarled, and threw them both forward, so the lad was on his hands and knees on the storeroom floor, John draped over him, hitting that pleasure nub deep inside, again and again and again, until the lad shuddered and screamed out in climax, splattering the stone beneath.
John wasn’t far behind, one more good hard thrust, and then he was coming too, release surging in hot pulses deep into the lad’s bowels, all the way to his heart. He collapsed over that strong back, the sweat-soaked blouse there, senses flying.
Templeton rolled them around, so he was laying on his back on the floor, holding John against his chest, hands roaming slowly.
There was a most decidedly feminine whimper above them, and the pirate cast an eye up at the tavern wench perched on the table, watching the scene below her with sheer and utter... shock? Amazement?
“And you, lass? Enjoy that?” he asked casually, running a possessive hand down his lad’s naked arse.
“Aye...” she breathed. “But...men...”
“Pirates, beautiful lady,” Templeton smiled up at her.
She stared for a moment more, and then fled the room.
The lad let his head fall back, laughing, and John caught it with a big, steady hand. Those sea-blue eyes were locked on his, happy, reverent, and soft hands were playing with his hair. The young man had such a fascination with it.
“Enjoy your game, love?”
“I love you, John Smith.”
“And I you, Templeton Peck,” he replied, and kissed the lad lightly. Saw the contentment start to reform into lust and smiled. Oh, it was delicious, constantly reminding the young man who he belonged to, who owned him. He never seemed to get his fill of it. Needed it. And John was always, always happy to indulge him that. “Now, what do you say to doing this again in our bed upstairs? I know how you need your comforts, my love...”
“And you, m'lord, how I love your plans.”
John made sure to grab his pipe off the shelf before they left the storeroom.
Thank Providence for tavern wenches.
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Date: 2011-01-23 02:47 pm (UTC)I literally did this: :D when I saw you'd written this already! And it is delicious. Fucking on the stone floor... something about that. So rough and kinda primal. Templeton all needy and John claiming him... the skirts and the puffy shirts... first John watching, then the girl... mrrr... *reads again*
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Date: 2011-01-23 03:13 pm (UTC)And in my own head!canon, this is Hannibal's standing arrangement with Face; as many girls as he wants as long as he remembers who owns him...
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