“Grandma, I’ve brought you a basket of goodies!”
Nothing.
“Well?”
“I’m not doing the stupid voice Shanks.”
The captain pouted, pulling back his red hood and hopping on the bed next to his first mate. “But we agreed to this.”
“You agreed...I was sleeping.” Ben scowled, trying hard to look menacing in a polka-doted nightcap.
But Shanks never gave up that easily. Putting his arm around his lovers shoulders he grinned. “Grandma what big eyes you have.”
Ben sighed. Stupid sexy childish captain....
“All the better to see you with my dear.” He replied in a forced falsetto.
“Oh Grandma!” Shanks slide himself into Ben’s lap, lips pressing hard against the man’s mouth. “Grandma what big teeth you have,” his tongue slide inside, wrestling with Ben’s for control, “And what a big tongue.”
“All the better to eat you with my dear!” Ben pushed his captain onto the bed, climbing on top on him. Pressing the smaller man into the mattress, Ben’s tongue lapped at Shanks skin hungrily. This was kinda fun after all.
“Ahh Grandma!” Shanks moaned, wrapping his leg’s around the man’s waist, wanting him NOW.
“Enough with the ‘Grandma’ it’s getting creepy.” Ben positioned himself, thrusting into the redhead beneath him.
“You’re no fun.” But it was too hard to pout when he felt that good. “What a big cock you have...”
“The better to screw you with my dear.” Ben nipped at Shanks neck as the man dug his nails into his back. Thrusting harder, fasting, till they were both panting and begging for release.
“Uhh! Ben!”
“Grandma’s ‘coming’ dearie!”
The two men lay there happily in the afterglow.
“Happy now?” Ben finally asked.
“Uh huh.” Shanks smirked. “So I was thinking next time I could wear a grass skirt and you could huff and puff....”