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I take in a breath and come away with the scent of pirate. Rum and spice and old cigars.
There is only him and the sharp cut of his black jacket, the way it hugs his shoulders, the stiff collar standing up along his jawline. The way that jaw clenches as he watches the tavern. The way he looks like a dark moon feels, like a mystery, like a secret.
Are we sure this isnt an MMF? Hook and roc seem awfuly enamored with eachother!
“Blow jobs are a power dichotomy,” he says and sits up straighter, dusting the shell from his hands. “Most people think that being on your knees and getting railed in the face is a position of submission. But a man is never more vulnerable than he is when his cock is in someone’s mouth. Especially a mouth with sharp teeth.”
“Captain,” I say when his grasp on my bicep tightens like he wants to tear into me too. “If I had known killing men for you would get you so horny, I would have slaughtered a village a long time ago.” “Shut up,” he tells me.
“Tell me, Captain, are you sober? Do you know what you’re asking for? Because once you have it, there is no turning back.” “Are you insinuating you’re a drug?” I smile showing all my sharp teeth. “I’m insinuating that once you have me, you will not be the same after.”
“I asked you to stay,” he says. “You refused me.” “You cut off James’s hand.” “If a hand touches what’s mine, then the hand is mine too. And you were mine first.”
“You get six words. More. Harder. Stop. Slower. God. Fuck. Now stop being so difficult and let me take care of you. All right?”
“Taking your hand is my greatest regret.”
“I loathe you, Captain. Every fucking inch.” Everything the Crocodile says is a puzzle, something to be turned over and scrutinized. But I think this might be the most honest things he’s ever told me. Truth wrapped up in a lie so as to hide just how vulnerable it is. The thought of the Crocodile, the Devourer of Men, desiring me, every fucking inch, makes me feel like a fucking king.
“Mine,” I tell her. The ticking gets louder in my head. Tick-tock. Tick-tock. It’s time the Crocodile came out to play.
