I don't know why the ship's started pitching all over the place - AkaRed drunk at the wheel, perhaps - but I really don't care. We slam up against the table, I bark my shin on one of the heavy thing's legs, and I couldn't care less right now. I spin Marvelous in my arms, one arm banding his stomach, holding him close; the roundness of his ass strokes my cock and I groan, bracing my head on his shoulder, and squeeze him closer still. My other hand reaches between his legs, greedily seeking his heat, while I fit my mouth to the slope of his shoulder just above his collar and scrape his skin with my teeth.