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Sparrow in the Wind	By : LorandTab Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Crossovers Views: 3672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Chapter 5
Moving lithely back into the captain�s quarters aboard the Pearl, Morgan eased into the ornate chair near the map table, her long leg draped over the arm. �First, Mr. Bowen, the message � what is it?� Her eyes were fiery, her fingers drumming on the hard wood as she waited for his reply.
With down cast eyes Bowen fished the now crumpled message from his trouser pockets, his face still carrying the mask of humiliation. "From Mr. Shaw, Captain."
With a cantankerous sigh she reached out and practically snatched the message from his hand. Scanning the words, she tossed the parchment onto the table, her leg swinging to release her irritation. �Oh, do stop staring at the floor, Mr. Bowen. I�ve taught you how a man holds a sword, how a man fights and how a man drinks. Must I teach you that a man looks squarely into the eyes of the person with whom he speaks?� Her brows knitted, her voice a bit softer. �Mr. Bowen � what is it?� She had always had a special place in her heart for her cabin boy, having rescued him from a severe beating at the tender age of twelve. Now, a fine young man at the strapping age of seventeen, he still seemed wary � a bit skittish. She reached out her hand to pull him closer. �Tell me.�
"I would not want you to think less of me, Captain," he choked out, barely able to suppress the tears that were threatening his composure. Had Morgan seen anything? Had she heard Will and Captain Sparrow?
A husky laugh followed. �Don�t be daft, man. Think less of you for staring at the floor?� She patted his arm and returned to the message. �Or perhaps you mean because of your dalliance with Mr. Turner?� Her eyes peeked over the note to judge Bowen�s expression.
His eyes shot upwards, locking with her in a wide eyes stare. "Yes."
Lowering the message to her lap, she began drumming her fingers again. �Tell Mr. Mr. Bowen � is it because you were found with him � or found in the open that vexes you so terribly. Being caught in the open, or caught with a man?�
"Neither, really. My concern was of your thoughts. Would you think me less for taking a man?� He managed to get out without further embarrassment.
Her snort of laughter relieved the tension in the room. �Good lord, Mr. Bowen � why should I think less of you? Look what I took into my own bed!� Her eyes softened a bit as they did whenever she talked openly with the lad. She had always been protective of him every since she had saved him from the father who almost killed him by a dreadful beating when he was but a boy of ten years. Now, a strapping, lovely looking young man in his seventeenth year, she considered the boy familial. Like the brother she never had.
�Mr. Bowen,� she said with uncharacteristic tenderness. �I did not save your hide to have you worry about what others will think of you. Revel in what makes you that special person that you are.� Her smile widened. �And if any has words about it, send them my way and we shall enjoy making him rethink his words �.no?� She sighed, dangling her leg from the chair�s arm. �Now, please go to the Reaper and tell Mr. Shaw that I will be there directly in regard to his message.� As an afterthought she added, �And please have Mr. Turner go with you. I wish to be alone with Captain Sparrow for a bit.�
"Aye, Captain." He turned on his heels and hurried from the room. Rushing to the last place he'd seen Will, the galley, he cursed at not finding him there. "Where to look?"
�Where to look for what?� Will, having been on his way on deck, had discarded his vest in lieu of a heavier jacket sensing the wind off the harbor would be picking up. His hand touched Bowen�s shoulder; he sensed the young man�s nervous tension. �What is it?is eis eyes flamed. �Did she take you to task?� He turned toward the captain�s door. �I�ll have a word to two to say to her.�
"N...No..." Bowen managed as he gathered his wits about him, his eyes still wide with the fright of being caught unaware. "Nothing like that, sir... In fact...." He shook his head, thinking it better he kept his conversation with Morgan to himself for the moment. "I was told to fetch you so that you may accompany me back to The Reaper." He gave Will a smile that he knew for sure had turned others to his will quicker than the changing winds. "Do you mind?"
The brightness of young face turned his mind to pap, the sweetness in the smile just hinting at a touch of mischief. He stepped closer, wondering if his own smile had the same effect. �No. I don�t mind.� Will�s mind suddenly became wickedly clear. �Perhaps, you being the captain�s cabin boy, would be so good as to give me a tour of the Reaper. The galley � the weaponry.� He stopped momentarily allowing his finger to trail the soft cheek in front of him. �The captain�s cabin?� His eyes told the young man exactly what he wanted.
"Of course, sir." He closed his eyes for a moment and turned into the touch. "Is my job after all � seeing to guest's needs." He mewled, his throat working spasmodically at what he was imagining with the man before him. Opening his eyes he locked them with Will's, a silent plea within their depths.
�This guest will have many need, Mr. Bowen.� He bent down, whispering in the youth�s ear letting his warm breath tease. �Many needs, indeed.� His hand moved from the well-honed shoulder to slide down the smooth arm slowly � sensually. �And will I be the only guest you will be attending to?�
"Yes. The only one." His whispered words were something akin to a vow. Will Turner would be the only one he pleasured for as long as the man wished it and he fervently hoped that would be a good long time.
For some reason, those words pleased Will more than he�d thought possible. �Good,� he breathed as his hand eased into Bowen�s, his fingers interlacing with the young man�s. �Then take me.�
"Aye, sir." He hissed, his body tingling from head to toe in anticipation. Will Turner was his and nothing could have made him prouder.
They moved to leave the ship in silence, their hands remaining entwined until the last possible moment. The boy would have to teach him. Will wondered if that would be a problem for Bowen. But he was a fast learner. Especially if it was something he wanted. And he wanted this � wanted Bowen � desperately.
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After leaving Will to his own devises Jack had taken a leisurely stroll top side around the deck, giving Morgan plenty of time to settle her business with Bowen and for him to regain a fraction of his stamina. Taking the stairs below, he made his way back to his cabin, throwing open the door with a wicked laugh. "Ready to ride the high seas again, love?"
His answer was the hissing sound whizzing by his ear followed by a loud thud as her dagger dug into the wood of the doorframe a mere quarter of an inch beside his cheek. �You and the water are one, Morgan,� she spoke sarcastically as she stood. Taking the sea sponge from the water basin, she lobbed it at him resulting in direct hit squarely in his chest. �Your pirate wench, he called me!� She grabbed for the ornate pewter goblet by his bed and flung it toward him. �Your TOY!� She searched for something else to throw that would result in a satisfying crash.
"Now, Morgan...." He rushed, his hand flying up to protect what he could from her flying tantrum. "Love...Pirate Queen....Goddess..."
�Pirate queen,� she laughed sardonically as her hands happened upon the paring knife on the map table. In a flash she was by him, the knife at its favorite position between his thighs. �Then I see a beheading is in order!� A thrill of keenness ran through her veins as she allowed her angry excitement full reign.

"O "Oh but please..." He fell into his docile roll, playing his part of the moment. "If it's a beheading I must suffer..." Raising a finger to her lips, he let it trail unchecked. "...Let these sweet lips house the guillotine."
Her eyes narrowed characteristically before she pushed away from him, falling into a gale of laughter. �Best be careful of your wishes, you unscrupulous louse. I just may grant you your craving.� She snapped her pearly white teeth viscously to show her meaning. Reaching for her breeches, she moved to throw them on as she spoke. �I want him keel-hauled. And then shot. And then, after that, hurt him badly.�
"But...But...." He looked positively despondent as he watched her cover her womanly cur his his own personal treasure.
She turned quickly, her hands on her hips, the waist of her trousers open widely and barely remaining on her feminine hips � her shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the bounteous breasts underneath. �But what?� Her bare foot tapped its toe. �Speak, Sparrow.� God, why was it this man made her moist instantly?
"You said the night, Morgan." He charged, lips taking on a heavy pout, eyes dropping like a cast out mutt. "The WHOLE night."
With a smile born ofked ked desire, she moved toward him using her most provocative walk. Her arms snaked around his neck and thrust her mound toward his hips. �Will you keel-haul him for me later, then?� Her lips pulled the flesh of his lobe in to her mouth and sucked deeply. �It�s either that or I flay him alive and keep my personal cache to myself.� She allowed her hips to grinainsainst his knowing full well that whatever his answer she was going to bed him again, and bed him well. She needed the rest of this night if she was to give him up in the morning.
"Anything." Jack replied without thought, his mind squarely his awakening manhood, his erection building with each breath, with each pump of his heart.
Morgan chuckled. �Liar,� she breathed as she backed away from him, her hips perching on the rich dresser, her hand sliding under the linen shirt to draw tiny circles around her stiffening nipples. �The man is your dearest friend and that, dear fool, has made you go soft.� Her eyes glanced toward his expanding bulge. �Well, fairly soft.� Her legs widened a bit, her free hand moving to rest on the juncture of her thighs. �You�d promise anything for what you want and think nothing of it.� She crooked her finger beckoning him to come closer.
"You know me to well, Love," he hissed as he moved towards her, his fingers working the lacing of his breeches, reaching inside to slowly stroke himself as he stood between Morgan's thighs. "But you would deny yourself this if you discovered my traitorous lie?"
Her eyes looked from his large member to his eyes and back again, the tip of her tongue darting over her lips as her own hand slid inside the fabric of her trousers to seek the warm moisture and ease the ach there. �I would deny myself nothing. For I can have that,� her eyes focused again on his achingly lovely cock, �any time I wish.� Sliding from the dresser, slowly let her hands move to his hips and turned him to sit on the edge as she pushed his hands away and finished the work he began, pushing his breeches down to the knees. �Can�t I?�
He whimpered almost girlishly. "Anytime. That's right. Whenever you heart desires." Still stroking himself, he cut pleading orbs down to her, wanting his pleasure doled out.

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Easing slowly to her knees, her fingers found the heated steel housed under the velvety skin and gently pulled its head toward her mouth. The redness of it had become so deep that it was almost purplish now � and she loved it like that. Flicking out her tongue, she let its tip lave erotic dampness across the smoothness creating circles around the tiny opening at its very tip. �You�re even lying now, you scoundrel.� She pulled the head of his cock into the warm wetness of her mouth letting her tongue caress and stroke the warm morsel. �You�d slice my heart out and feed me to the sharks if it were of benefit to you,� she mumbled, mouth refusing to release its hostage. She hungered for this wondering � a question forming in her mind she had always wanted answered.
"You injure me!" Jack croaked out, slapping his hand against the nearest wooden surface for support. This was his true fathomless weakness, her mouth on his overheated flesh. "Cut out your heart? Me? Really?"
�Mmmm,� she murmured, his head still in her �You.� Pulling away from him for just a moment, never once allowing her hand to leave the base of him � she let her tongue run lasciviously along the veins lining his elongated shaft. �You know you would.� Her fingers played roughly with his body as she continued teasing him with her mouth. �I�m correct, aren�t I, Sparrow.� She nipped a tiny portion of the foreskin. �Speak truthfully, for I know the answer well enough.�
"Perhaps...." He jerked as her teeth grazed over that all too sensitive skin. He would never admit that huld uld no more kill her than kill himself, that there was a deep rooted affection that he would not give a name to. "But with lips like those, love, I would only be cheating myself." He bucked his hips forward then demanding she continue her much-loved ministrations.
She let her tongue continue to tantalize as sowerowered her face even more and tenderly kissed and licked the hanging sacs that were even now tightening with excitement. �Oh, but Jack � there�s so much to you.� She move back to the now dark purple head and swirled her tongue around that sweet opening. �Can these lips � this mouth � really do it justice�
"Stop teasing, Morgan. I've lost all patience for play, savvy?" He growled, his hand reaching out for her coppery hair, needing to assert his maleness.
�Force me, then, Jack�.if you dare.� She loved this side of him and was only mildly sorry of not having an answer to her question. She waited until she felt the hand firmly pushing her head before pulling his member slowly half way into her mouth, even then the flesh forcing its way to her throat. Curling her tongue and sucking hard, she let her teeth slide along the flesh as she created the rhythm � in and out � each in thrust bringing him more and more inside wae warmth of her mouth. After what seemed like a lifetime, she finally relaxed her throat muscles and did the unthinkable � she took all of him down the tight canal of her throat and continued the rhythm enjoying every hard, delectable inch of him.
"Just like that,� he practically howled as he knotted his hand in her hair, urging her into a faster pace as the tight heat of her mouth drew him closer and closer to the abyss of release.
And quicken the rhythm she did, faster and faster until she could feel the release pulsing in his veins on the columns of her throat. And then she felt it coming. Pulling back only slightly just in time, she reveled as the warm, creamy liquid filled her mouth and throat, draining his essence in large gulps as his climax slowly subsided. After regaining her breath, she gently cleaned him with her tongue and brushed his now-flaccid member against her cheek. �You never disappoint, love.�
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Bowen stepped onto to the deck of the Reaper from the gangway with Will directly behind him. Instantly he spied Shaw peering out over the dark harbor water. Thank the heavens this will be quick. "I have a message for Mr. Shaw from the captain. I shan�t be more than a moment." He gave the other man's hand a quick squeeze and rushed over to his William Shaw. "Captain says she'll see you when the sun rises above the horizon and not a moment before. She is tending to business that could not wait."
William Shaw glared slightly at the young man with irritation. �Did you tell her that it was important?� His eyes flew in frustration and landed upon Will Turner. Leaning forward he spoke softer but with great vehemence. �What is HE doing here?�
"He is WITH me" Bowen asserted, Morgan's earlier words coming quickly to his mind. His eyes narrowed in a glare at the slightly ostentatious man.orgaorgan will see you when she sees you. I delivered your message to her and returned one in kind from her. May I suggest finding a comfortable nook and waiting?� Turning on his heels he marched back to Will, finding it hard not to say more to Shaw.
Will had watched carefully, wondering at the authoritative look the one named Shaw had given Bowen. He didn�t know why a surge of something akin to jealousy ran through him. The jealousy eased and turned to concern as he saw the angry look on his lad�s face. �Is all well?� he asked tenderly thinking nothing of taking the boy�s hand and pulling him a bit closer.
"Yes. He thinks Morgan should fall at his feet when he crooks his finger." He shook his head and wound a firm arm around Will, the closeness banishing all thoughts except those of the man beside him. "Shall we see to that tour?"
Following this precious one, Will turned his head to note the angry look on Shaw�s face. Jealousy? Resentment? �Is he yours,� he asked, needing leave to dislike this man. �Does he lay claim to you?�
"Such a peacock? Never. He has never touched me and now he never will." He gave Will a pointed stare then, urging him to understand clearly what he had just vowed. He would be with no other now that Will was laying claim, now that he had found something deeper than lust.
He stopped Bowen and smiled tenderly. "Then you'll not mind if I do this." And with that, with Shaw as a witness, Will lowered his head and took Bowen's mouth in a searing kiss filled with passion and promise. Raising his head, he looked to the youth for reaction.
He would not relinquish those heavenly lips for all the treasure on earth. Raising his hand he ran his fingers through Will's hair and held him to the kiss, opening his mouth in invitation, his own soft keening filling his ears.
�Now, my dear boy, it seems your captain has left her cabin boy alone. No sailor in command worth his salt would do that.� Will grinned devilishly. �I shall stay to protect you, no? Lead on. I put myself solely in your hands.�
"I hope you won't come to regret that, Will Turner," he whispered with a slight chuckle. Dropping his hand and tugging his soon to be lover below deeps, through the ship he lead to the captain�s cabin. Slowly, almost as if he expected her to be there, he pushed the door open. "He we are. Alone." Stepping into the room he released a nervous sigh.
�Relax,� Will whispered as his hand rested gently on the sensitive area at the base of Bowen�s neck. �She�ll be with Sparrow until morning. You know this.� Entering the cabin, he looked around at the room so different when compared to the Pearl. Ambling slowly, he looked his fill and then returned his gaze to his beautiful young man. �Tell me something, Bowen, if you will,� he breathed as he lowered himself onto the large bunk extending from the side wall. He didn�t know how to seduce a man � but for him, he would try.
"Anything, sir." Bowen turned to him, his hands dropping to settle on Will's hips, massaging the flesh over bone there.
Fingers moved to run through the reddish curls that were so much a part of Bowen. Gently massaging his scalp, he adjusted his pelvis so that the young hand touched his hardening protrusion ever so subtly. It was almost his undoing, WillWill persevered. �What is it you wish to do with me in this bed.� He leaned forward, kissing the lad deeply. �Tell me, will you?� He wanted to be aware of what was going to happen. Needed to know so as not to make himself a fool.
"I... I..." The sound came like the gurgling of a downing man from his throat. "I want you to take me...." Would Will know his meaning? What he was asking him to do? If not could he bring himself to explain? He began to tremble as the reality of his dreams coming to fruition bore down on him.
Will smiled, his expression slightly discomfited as he lowered his eyes to the strong, muscular leg perched so near his. Letting his finger trail along the long appendage, he risked humiliation and spoke softly. �What happened between us in the galley was but a taste, Bowen. An exotic taste of unsampled pleasure.� He forced his eyes to look straight into the younger man�s, his smile becoming a bit shaky. �I�ve never known a man, Mr. Bowen. I�m afraid I�ll need you to teach me?�
"Aye. Will be my pleasure." He shifted straightening his backbone. Will Turner was what he wanted and if he needed teaching then so be it. He would give the best instruction that was to ever be had. His own body demanded nothing less.
Will�s gentle smile eased the tense features of his face. �It does not please you, does it, Mr. Bowen � that I am so ignorant in this aspect.� Wrapping a finger around a tawny curl, he enveloped himself in the sweet innocence of the man in front of. �. �Mr. Bowen � that�s the name of a cabin boy.� His finger moved to outline the beauty of his chiseled cheekbones. �What, prey tell, is the name of a lover?�
Bowen's stomach leapt up into his throat at the question. Never had anyone but Morgan asked for his given name. The name of a lover? Did the question mean.... "Benjamin, sir. My mum named me Benjamin." Then he began shaking his head, his mouth a firm line of denial. "It pleases me that I am the first to introduce you to a male�s touch and in time I dearly hope that I will be the only..." He clamped his lips shut then worried he had said too much.
�Benjamin,� Will breathed as if saying a prayer. �Born of happiness � that�s what your name means in the Hebrew tongue.� His palm stroked the lovely cheek. �Did you know that, Benjamin? Did you know that you were born to bring happiness into the world?� Sighing lightly, he pulled Bowen into his arms resting the ruddy head on his chest and stoking the curls atop. �Do you really wish to be my only, Benjamin?�
"Yes, Will. With all that is in me I do." He swore it as if it were a prayer upon his tongue. He became eager, wanting more then their words to bind them now and he trailed his hand down to the front of Will's britches. "Can I taste you again, sir? Please." He was fairly near to begging with his own throbbing arousal claiming him.
Will felt his body hardening and savored every second of it. Sliding downward, he moved until he was lying flat on the bed, his eyes boring into Bowen�s. �Do with me what you will, Benjamin.� His hand moved to stroke the muscular thigh of his intended. �Make me yours.�
Trembling fingers reached out and plucked the laces of Will's trousers loose. Sliding his hand inside the rough material Bowen wrapped his hand around the semi hard cock waiting for him. Stroking for several long seconds he achieved the needed result and pulled the full twitching length from its prison. Bowen crawled onto the bunk between Will's spread thighs and loweres hes head, his full pouty lips sliding over the sheathed head.
Without thought, Will�s hips arched upward in jerky movement. He had felt the pleasure of a mouth on his manhood before � enjoyed it immensely from the tavern wench at the Blood and Crown at the far end of Port Royal. But this � this was a feeling unlike any other. Eyes closing nearing euphoria, one hand grasped the rough cotton sheet beneath them, the other moving encouragingly to the tangle of curly hair. �Benjamin,� he breathed over and over as he felt the world changing forever. �Deeply � take me deeply!�
He could no more deny the request than his next breath. Pulling in a deep inhalation through his nose he pulled the healthy length in until it butted against the back of his throat. With a hard swallow the member was worked down into the tight cavern of his throat and he suckled wildly, eagerly. One hand held tight to the base of his lover and the other went to his own straining shaft, rubbing roughly through his own dark trousers.
The feel of his fiery cock being even more enflamed by the heat of the heavenly mouth was almost more than Will could bear. Added to the was the knowledge that his Benjamin�s hand was creating a sexual friction on his own self and Will could stand it no longer. A long and sensual moan tore from his throat the likes of which had never been invoked inside him. It seemed his entire body was as hard and tense as his painfully throbbing cock, which screamed for release but enjoyed the intimate torture. �Benjamin,� he breathed in that lover�s whisper. �Dearest Benjamin.�
An answering groan vibrated along the steeled length. Bowen's tongue wrapped around the slick skin and then retreated for another pass. His cheeks hollowed with the suction he had on his lover and it was all enough to make him drunk with his desire for the other man.
The pressure of the mouth and throat encasing his steel member kept the twitching and bobbing that would soothe from occur and caused the heated liquid inside to boil even more. Feeling as if his length would burst but for release, Will suddenly felt it � the time was a hand. Delirious with passion and erotic frenzy, his manhood exploded throbbing and pumping the sexual essence emptying himself into the heated mouth and throat of his young lover.
Bowen drank down his lover�s seed in greedy gulps, feeling it burn its way to his stomach. It all felt so right that he wanted to give into tears but cutting his eyes up to Will's erotically contorted features he denied himself and instead jerked the laces of his own britches free, allowing his cock to bob free arching up towards his stomach.

Glassy eyes opened as Will felt the movement, his gaze fixating and remaining on the perpetual motion of the large, young cock. Sitting up, he moved his hand to reverently stroke the hardened flesh, instinctively curling his fingers around its girth and sliding up and down, pumping first softly, then with slightly more power. �What a man you are, my Benjamin,� he said huskily as he leaned his cheek to caress the steely velvet.
"Never thought to hear that, William." He gasped, his head dropping on the tan stem of his neck. His hand began weaving through Will's hair, adoring the damp feel of the locks. "Most see me as just ...just a lad."
A chuckle rose in Will�s throat as he tentatively, hesitantly pressed his lips against the exposed tip while his hand continued it�s downward stroke. �I�m certain that�s only because most have never seen this magnanimous part of you.� He couldn�t be certain if his touch was right � would inspire the passions he felt himself � but he just had to allow his mind full rein. With the end of his tongue he gently traced one of the prominent veins protruding from the impressive treasure and followed it as far as it ran. It felt wondrous. �Tell the truth, Benjamin. How do you wish to be seen by me? As a man that I wish to be with or a lad I wish to ravage with every fiber of my being?�
"By gods, Will!" He hissed, fingers digging into the other man's scalp. His lover's words barely made it into his passion fogged mind. "I care not as long as you keep at it. Just as you are."
Will�s tongue became bolder as it curled and teased the youth�s entire length. �Perhaps both would suffice our needs,� he said through long licks. �For a time, you could be my strong and stalwart man who takes me as he sees fit.� His mouth moved now to pull the tender skin at the base of his partner�s length between his teeth. �Then, after a time, you shall be the sweet young lad who needs me desperately to take him � claim his as my own.� Trailing upward, he allowed his mouth to open slowly tasting the very tip of him. �How does that fair with you, my lovely one?� Excitement and exhilaration abounded at the mere thought of the hours of loving and erotic foreplay that could be derived. He was sounding a bit shocking � but found he loved it.
"No other words could sound...sound quite so perfect," he replied, thrusting his hips forward in his excitement, forgetting that Will was a novice at pleasuring with his mouth. Gasping, he fought the very pits of hell to control himself. Then a thought occurred to him, the perfect idea of what he wanted Will to do. Bending, he licked his lover's shoulder as he himself was being thoroughly licked. He began whispering, telling Will of how he wished his bod be be invaded.

Will nearly fainted from ecstasy as the words ran a trail of heated passion throughout his entire body. It was all too overwhelming so he reverted to instinct and hoped it would be enough. Twisting his body and positioning his legs to straddle Bowen�s chest, he lowered his head, took a deep inhalation and slowly, ever so slowly, began to slide the youth�s hardness into his mouth. Half the length and then humiliation overtook Will as he gagged slightly. Lifting removing his mouth, he let love and excitement become his determination. Lifting his firm buttocks, which were now at Bowen�s chest, he made another attempt. Allowing his entire throat to relax, it happened. His mouth and throat encasing the heated shaft in its entirety, he was slowly but confidently able to suck hard bringing the treasure in and out of his mouth in a pumping motion, the suction action keeping in perfect rhythm with the bob of his perfectly tanned ass, which wriggled erotically in the face of his lover.
With Will's glorious weight pressing down on him, he whimpered and thrashed, his eyes locking on the twin globes before him. His lips parted as he craned his neck, fighting to run an eager tongue over the darkened birthmark presented him. The hand that clutched the sheet below them raised and kneaded the opposite spheslapslapping at the flesh a time or two.
The sharp sting on his skin created a spark inside Will that ignited something inside of Will that he never knew existed. As his hind end rose in delicious receipt of the smack, his mouth and cheeks constricted onto the now throbbing cock urging it closer and closer toward release as a barely audible moan rumbled from deep in his throat created a delectable tremor.
With the last of his control tapped Bowen arched up feeling the building tide inside him burst and shower of pleasure rushed forward, bathing his lover's tongue with his creamy semen. "William...Gods, William.." He gasped as his high threatened to whisk him far away from his lover.
The older man struggled to drink in the thick liquid. Alas, being a novice, he was not able to master the rhythm of the shooting streams, his mouth and cheeks becoming covered with the stickiness. Dropping his head onto the upper thighs of the robust young man, he sighed lovingly. �Benjamin,� he whispered still sporting the youth�s seed on his face. �I�ll learn. I�ll become better for you.� He did so want to achieve perfection in the art of sex for this god turned lover.
Eye round with understanding, Bowen turned under Will, wiggling so that they faced one another, and began kissing the other man. Cleaning his seed from his lover's lips, he sighed. "You�re perfect, Will, just as you are. If you never learned another thing of pleasuring me you would still be perfect in my eyes."
His eyes glassy with hidden tears of happiness, Will pulled Bowen into his arms feeling a sense of completeness that he had never achieved before. This lad, this youth had made him feel more of a man than he ever thought possible � and Will swore to himself at that moment that he would never have another � male or female. The only person to share his bed from this time forward woue hie his Benjamin. Tenderly stroking the hair atop his love, he sighed contentedly. Life had just turned brighter than the brightest star.
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