QUOTE : Jon finally stopped his slow tease, and he forced his cock into Baltsaros, slow and hard until his hips were flush against the captain. When Baltsaros tensed and gave a small, pained grunt as Jon opened him up, Tom drew back, his eyes wide. His hand slid down from where it rested on Baltsaros’s side to his hips. Understanding dawned on his face as he realized exactly what was happening. With a raw-sounding moan, he shifted close enough that their cocks touched and pulled the captain’s leg up onto his thigh. Baltsaros’s pulse soared, and he felt a surge of lust from the naked desire in Tom’s eyes as the first mate held onto him while Jon fucked him slowly from behind. Jon’s teeth closed on skin again—there was no doubt in the captain’s mind that he would be marked and sore, but it made him groan in encouragement. With panted grunts, Jon fucked into him faster, more frantic, and Tom and Jon’s hands clawed lines of pain over his skin as he was savaged by the first mate’s fevered kiss. Then Jon let out a strangled cry and buried his face into the back of the captain’s neck as his thrusts went erratic, a few deep plunges followed by a series of shallow strokes that sent a sweet pulse into Baltsaros’s core.