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Warning: Explicit Content
(I pray to the gods this chapter makes sense lol. What a trippy one to write)

Alistair

"Finn has redone that kitchen a total of six times now. He's reached his limit for both this lifetime, and the next three." I explained. Caspian had taken a seat on my mattress whilst I rummaged through my amour to find something to change into.

I had already sweat through his own clothes, which made me question just how much work I had actually done on his behalf.

If Snips didn't know something was askew before, he certainly did now. I knew he would refuse to believe this man's work ethic had grown so exponentially overnight.

And if not, I was more concerned he may expect this type of work ethic of Caspian in the future. Something he surely couldn't give for many, many more moons. He didn't know my ship nearly as well as I did, nor did I think I did enough, to showcase that inexperience.

How could I? I had perfected every man's rounds who joined my crew, long before they had.

"Finn also makes this request at least once each day. You need to grow more accustomed to saying no." I added. I had since slipped the short sleeved linen shirt off my- Caspian's shoulders, before pulling a black buttoned shirt on. It was large considering it was mine, but the material was better than anything Caspian owned.

The day was now coming to a close, and with his quite unfortunate agreeance for our attendance to supper another night, I was doing my best to find something more presentable for my men. Something that would distract them from the sure oddity that would come with Caspian and I's dynamic this night

Considering most of this day was spent in these very chambers for Caspian, he had decided to keep what he had chosen on wearing came dawn, the rest of the days entirety.

"And Hobbs will request we stock whiskey instead of rum. To that, ignore him entirely." I continued, finally turning back to Caspian. I knew my body wasn't faring well for him, especially due to his bold questions of how I managed the extreme sexual urges. "Just to encompass what we spoke of, if Simon is to ask of a position change to this crews musician, what are you to say?"

"No." Caspian confirmed.

"Aye." I nodded.

"Aye?" he questioned.

"No... Savvy?"

The look of sheer confusion on Caspian's face, well rather my own, brought these bony fingers to the bridge of his own nose in agony. This was to be written in history as the longest day I had truly ever experienced and had the unfortunate opportunity to live through. I could see Caspian was trying, and granted my body was no easy feat to live in without the mental fortitude that came with years of growing accustomed to it, yet I couldn't possibly imagine he would lack all leadership with how poorly he allowed me men to get their ridiculous requests across.

I had to remind myself that he and I were not the same. Even I found it difficult how Caspian mustered any energy at all on this ship if he didn't allow his body to rest. It was a deep realization that this man was perhaps not exaggerating his frequent fatigue in the slightest. Work truly did drain him, yet I was more concerned about what clearly troubled his sleep so greatly. Why it felt as if he could never find a peaceful rest.

I didn't understand what had happened. Why his vessel constantly feel so spent, yet I decided whatever feeling this was was enough to to dread living through. If he requested rest, I would feel far more inclined to agree to it, especially with what his potential was when fully rested.

"Just- what requests my men bring to you, request to visit that request again with them come next daybreak."

I think that was the best direction I could send Caspian in, without me returning to my crew come dawn with seven new adjacent quests Caspian had foolishly accepted.

I was a man of my word, which had now meant Finn would be getting that expansion. Something that would make our stop in Azul slightly longer as Snips would need to collect the right material.

Cael wouldn't approve of this willingly, though he knew that it was either we explain to the men what happened, or we carry out the agreement that fell past my lips whether they were my own words or not.

Caspian was still sat at the edge of the bed, yet he had been running his hands through his hair- well mine, as he attempted to pull it back the same way I usually wore it. After I had finished dressing, then watching his last few failed attempts, I drew closer to him, standing now directly in front of him.

His head tilted up towards me, giving me a better view of my own good eye. The eye that held the deep color of the sea. Caspian seemed to heed Cael and I's warning about keeping the patch on, which I appreciated considering he had already created his fair share of problems on my boat without it.

I reached Caspian's pale fingers forward, rubbing against the sides of my more rich skin as I would do to myself each morning, until I pulled the thick black strands back away from my face. It was interesting being this close to study myself, for the mannerisms of Caspian meshed with mine in an interesting way. When I looked at me, I saw him... which made me question just how many of my men he actually successfully fooled this day.

I watched as my face grew more flushed when I bent down closer to it, bringing Caspian's face past my own so I could tie the front strands that otherwise framed my face, back behind me. It was a particular style, one that complimented my particular looks... yet I couldn't help but feel Caspian pushing past those distinctions. For starters, I wasn't one to blush. My breathing also rarely ever hitched like this, but I felt Caspian fighting against what my body would always crave.

"You- you're..." His voice was a whisper, something that sounded like my voice but it lacked all directness I usually had in my tone. "This body is killing me." I heard those words close to my left ear as I finished tying off this tie, but it was Caspian's body now that reacted against my mind. I felt a shiver run down the curve of his spine, causing me only to slightly pull away.

We were at eye level now, to which Caspian looked as if he wanted to put the length of a ship between us... but he didn't create any further distance between us.

"You've been insufferable all day. Let me take care of this particular issue."

I lifted Caspian's hand, pushing him and my body further onto the bed, to which a series of incoherent protests suddenly stumbled past my lips and Caspian's words spoke "w-wait, what-"

Even with Caspian's slightly smaller build, it was easy to push my own body flushed against my back on this mattress. I could hear the heaviness of my breathes, but that didn't stop me from dipping Caspian's head to my left ear and resting his forehead now against the mattress below it.

"It's been some time so this shouldn't take long." I explained quietly, yet my confidence mixed with Caspian's voice sounded foreign. The left hand of Caspian's body had already separated itself from my hair, but he clearly hadn't expected that same hand to dip past the hem of the trousers he had chosen this morning. I felt the massiveness of my hands as Caspian brought them to his body's upper arms, but he didn't push his vessel back like I had expected.

I was right in my assumptions that he didn't have the plausible reasons to fight the physical urges coursing through my body. Once the hand of Caspian wrapped around the firmness of myself below the belt, I felt Caspian dip my head further into the shoulders of his. His moans were immediate, yet he was fighting to get words through until I heard the faintness of a sentence. "We shouldn't- I don't think-"

The lips of Caspian was still right next to my body's ear as I replied. "You won't touch me, so allow me to. Keep that eye closed to help with the uncomfortableness, you have my word this shouldn't take long." The beating of Caspian's own heart had quickened slightly when I added "I know what I like."

Another moan slipped past my lips by Caspian, something I'm sure was in alignment with my body's urges, and he didn't deny it nor me. Instead, I felt my body react to this, it pulling Caspian's further against it as my strokes of his manhood slowly grew longer.

I hadn't told a single lie to Caspian. It had been long since I last touched myself. Last cared to... and granted the circumstances, I didn't suspect this would take long. It would also alleviate Caspian's stress in my body as we were now going to join my men for supper. Something I would soon remind him through the course of this night who was to blame for. We would've been just fine had we remained in these chambers.

When I moved Caspian's thumb against the sensitive part of my tip, he molded into it completely, his grip on this shirt only intensifying, and pulling me closer. I could feel the strength of my body started to show, to which Caspian's body reacted in a way I was not expecting.

I could feel it growing hard below the belt. Something I couldn't stop the slight smile from forming to, as it started to play on the lips of Caspian. This was... unexpected.

The pants falling past my own lips from Caspian himself were getting heavier. Even less controlled. His vice grip with my hands on his own body intensified to the point I thought he'd rip his shirt, but instead of the somewhat familiar climax I had once grown accustomed to, ripping through my own body, that feeling of death lingering in Caspian's body started to subside completely.

I no longer felt the exhaustion I had felt being in this body throughout the day. I no longer felt that feeling of depleted energy.

Instead, when I opened my eyes again... or rather eye, I was looking up at the ceiling instead of feeling the mattress against the forehead of Caspian's body.

I was in my own vessel now... and it was on fire.

"Cas-" I started, feeling exactly what he had felt mere moment before, yet now it was Caspian back in his own body too. And against all valid reasoning, he hadn't stopped touching me.

I didn't know how many years it had been since anyone had done this, let alone myself, but what I did know was that this was... different. The hands that were once latched onto the shoulders of Caspian were in my control now, and I used one to reach around to the tie at the back of his own head, before I forcibly tilted it to the side. Then I buried my face into the soft crevice of his neck, biting gently at the tempting skin there, before comforting it lightly with my tongue.

The first muffled sounds I heard against my ear as Caspian's head was forcing into the mattress, was starting to bring me over the edge. He didn't have the physical call to me like I had to him, and yet I felt his hand slowly pick up in speed. I dragged my teeth up against the delicacy of his neck a bit rougher, unable to control whatever it was I felt when he touched me and I him, even with all the years I could in the past.

Through the muffled noises, I could hear my name on his tongue. It drowned out all my other senses, which was yet another experience I hadn't felt before.

I didn't understand what this was, but I was at the mercy of Caspian's hand. His touch. The sounds he made. He'd never touched me like this before, and yet he understood how. Understood what it was that could send me so far off the wooden plank.

And it did.

The soft, struggling moans he was making near my left ear, my name the only coherent thing I could make out on the tongue of his own melodic voice, coupled with the way he touched me, made me release against him immediately after. I felt the warm liquid pooling my trousers and lower stomach, but before my mind could process the intensity of that climax that ripped through the body I thought I once knew, I found my free hand reaching down to slip past the hem of Caspian's trousers.

My body was reacting faster than I could contemplate.

His own body stilled a moment, unsure of this, but I didn't wait. I didn't want to. I instead wanted to hear what he, himself sounded like slipping over that same edge.

If it was anything like how it had done me a few moments ago, this night was now nowhere near over.

Once I felt him, felt just how hard he actually was within my firm grasp, my grip in his hair forcibly tightened, coercing an uncontrolled groan from him which only made my movements more immediate. The orgasm I had felt just moments ago almost altered my vision for a moment, and yet I was far more focused on this now. On him.

And subsequently how quickly he fell apart above me when his manhood was in my palm.

He had started to stroke my hardening self again, his own hand still in my trousers, meshing with the stickiness of my seed, and this feeling was starting to become damn near inexplicable.

I wanted more from him. More of him. And so much more.

It was that sudden desire that drowned out all else I was usually privy to, including my surroundings, and the footsteps quickly approaching our private quarters.

As soon as my name was called from across the corridor to our main room, Caspian detached himself from me completely and with speeds so sudden he practically launched himself backwards off the mattress.

I barely still had enough wits about me to recognize that that voice was Cael's, before there was a knock on my door.

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