dinohouse | [Closed; Mushverse Past] Basco/Marvelous voice testing/history sharing.

It still feels like I'm inside a dream as the startlingly red captain takes me onto his ship. I have the image of it first coming into view still burned to my eyelids; when I blink I still see it as it rose in the sky behind him, as red and bold as its captain. I haven't felt so drawn to something in my life, its call as strong to me as the song of the stars. It's as if even the blood in my veins longs for it; I don't think I could have refused the captain's offer to join his crew, even with how strong my pride can be.

He shows me the engine room, the impressive inner mechanisms that keep the ship airborne, keep it humming with life. And it does have life, more than any ship I've been on before. I can feel it humming under my touch as I grip a railing. This ship has a voice, has a story to tell me, or maybe one to make with me.

The brief yet concise tour eventually comes to the main living room, what I can feel just with my first steps is the heart of the ship. It's sparsely furnished, a small table with a pair of chairs, a tiny couch with coffee table, the main controls for the computer screen on the far wall. And of course the captain's chair.

I hover at AkaRed's elbow for a moment, drinking in my surroundings as he points out the stairs that lead down toward the crew quarters, the doorway that leads to the galley, and the other stairs that lead up to the crow's nest.

It already feels like home. Like I've lived here all my life.

AkaRed moves to sit in his chair, tells me to make myself at home, pick out a room for myself. I shoulder the small pack I brought with me, all I usually travel with, and spin around, drinking the room in all over again.

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captainmarvelous

I take the smallest half step back when the fresh oil he adds begins to spit a little, I'm a bit more resilient than most of the human variety, but heat is heat, and hot oil is especially hot. I know, I've had a few experiences with it before I gave up on trying to cook anything that needed it.

"I like that about him, though." I say, somewhat absentmindedly, focusing on how Basco seems to be scooting the vegetables away from me in the pan. My brow scrunches up a bit, and my stomach gives a small growl. "Everything on his time. How a captain should behave."

Finally I give in, holding Basco still by his arms for a brief moment (he's slight enough, I think I can manage) and then reaching around his other side. I snake a bit of tasty looking vegetable from the pan and pop it in my mouth, eyes closing after as I hum and chew happily. It's good, savory and spicy, and I lick my fingers after to get that lingering bits of flavor off them.

From:

curryjolokia

When the kid - Marvelous - grabs me, at first I wonder if he's finally responding to the innuendo I've been lacing through the whole conversation. Then I realize he hasn't even noticed in the first place, and is quite literally pinning me solely to get at the food. Incredible.

His arm around my body, holding my arms to my sides, is strong, far stronger than I would have anticipated by looking at him. He takes what he wants, reaching around my back to get it. How he's got me held - and I'm not struggling, either, too amused by the situation to interrupt it as it plays out - I can't see him feeding himself, but the softly wet pops that come after tell me that he's licking his fingers clean.

Does he have any idea of the effect he can have?

I elbow him in the shoulder, finally, pushing him back from the pan and from my back before he decides to grab a second bite. Having him tucked up so close behind me is not helping my concentration, nor is very wise for either of us, though he hasn't any reason to suspect as much yet. I'm here under certain conditions, I remind myself, and grin at Marvey as I put enough distance between us for me to see him again.

"Do you love food so much that you don't even care if you burn yourself stealing it?" I ask. I've scooped a strip of spicy pepper onto my spoon, and turn away from the range a bit, offering it to him. The spoon's wooden, far safer to steal the morsel from, and I can't help but be bemused by the kid's priorities.

From:

captainmarvelous

"I didn't burn myself!" I protest around my fingers, licking the last bit of lingering flavor and then licking my lips after. "That was good, for vegetables. You need to use that yellowish spice more often."

My eyes light up again when he offers me another bite, this time a spicy looking pepper. I hover for maybe half a second before reaching for the pepper, ready and eager to pop it in my mouth and enjoy the fiery bite.

From:

curryjolokia

'For vegetables'?

I'm snickering as he lifts the pepper from my spoon, and I keep watching, waiting, as he pops it into his mouth.

Once he's bitten down, I grin. "How much do you know about spicy peppers? I'm named after that one."

From:

captainmarvelous

The heat doesn't hit at first, the really strong peppers don't work that way. They're that slow, sneaky heat and then suddenly you're all red in the face and sweating and gasping and begging for anything cold to cool your whole body down because you feel on fire.

I can actually hold my spicy heat pretty well, but I don't think there are many out there that can take the full force of a ghost pepper just popped into one's mouth. I bite my tongue, trying to ride out the heat as it builds, but eventually I have to breathe and that just comes out as a choked gasp.

"You," my voice is a croaking thing, but I'm smiling, because it's funny damn it. Even with the pain rising in my mouth, it's damn funny that he got me so good. "You bastard!"

I try to laugh, though it's more of a stuttered cough.

From:

curryjolokia

I'm grinning, and as he starts coughing, I put an arm out and offer support, reaching with my other hand for a small something off the counter, which I pop into my mouth and hold in one cheek. He's bending forward, the pepper really starting to take strong effect, and yet he's laughing, or trying to, through the burn.

I grab him by the shoulder, pulling up; when his head comes up, I meet his mouth with my own, pushing the ice cube from my mouth to his through the clumsy kiss.

From:

captainmarvelous

I'm a little dizzy from the heat. It's bad, but not too bad. Not something I feel like I can't live through. He's such an ass, feeding me something like that before dinner. But I think that's why I like him. He's not really treating me like a kid, he's treating me like a brother. Sure, maybe a little brother, but it's not a bad feeling and...

...

....oh.

Lips against mine, a clumsy kiss, but he's pressing something cold into my mouth that brings an instant burst of relief. I can feel his tongue briefly, past the heat and cold, and it's not an entirely bad thing. It makes sparks dance down my spine.

I, somewhat reluctantly, pull away, just so I can get the ice cube to all the affected areas of my mouth. Not keeping it anywhere too long. I swirl it around until it's small enough to swallow, which I do.

Then I look at him, my cheeks still red from the heat, my smirk firmly in place, and I smack him upside the head. "Bastard." It's said with as much affection as I can muster with my throat still raw.

From:

curryjolokia

I'm grinning, mischief in my eyes, as Marvelous recovers from the burn, the ice, and the kiss. Never stop at one when three are available, I figure. I lift a second ice cube from their dish and roll it between two fingers, letting Marvelous see it, as I kill the heat on the range and slide half a pace closer toward him. "Need another?"

From:

captainmarvelous

I glance at the ice cube in Basco's hand, then back at him. He really is pleasant to look at, not just his face but the whole package, tall and lean. I admit I may have spent moments watching him move since arriving on the ship.

Hell. If he wants to play, I can play.

I reach for his hair, grabbing fistfuls of curls and bandana and yanking him close. I crush our lips together, purposefully hard; payback for the pepper sniping.

From:

curryjolokia

He wants payback? I can do that. I bite his lip hard, not quite hard enough to break skin though; I don't want the pepper prank to do actual lasting damage, so the capsaicin needs to not get under the skin. I pull back a bit, bringing the ice cube up to the meeting between our mouths, and wedge it into his with a forceful thumb. He has to manage not choking on it, and I'll kiss him blind while he juggles that task, chasing the ice with my tongue, hot following cold.

He's probably still too peppered to be able to tell how much hotter my body temperature runs than a normal humanlike's; we'll have to make sure he notices, if there's a next time. The touch of my tongue is enough to speed the melt of the ice, but I'm not focused on that so much as the taste of Marvelous's mouth, under the taste of my cooking and the pepper, which I only vaguely notice. Spice - and heat - mean something different to me than they do to most humanlikes.

From:

captainmarvelous

After my initial burst of boldness I melt under his actions. If I were less high of spicy pain I'd probably put up more of a playful fight. No, I definitely would, and will, if there's ever a second chance.

For now I lean into him, hands sliding down from his hair to grip loosely at his shoulders, I let the chill of the ice cube soothe the heat from the pepper, and focus all my attention on the movement of his tongue in my mouth.

From:

curryjolokia

He's melting against me, and the height difference between us is just significant enough to make the angle of our kiss into something different, something unique. I've still got the spoon in my hand as I wrap my arm around his back, tugging him closer still, until the heave of his ribs as he catches a fresh lungful of breath pushes my own, resonant against my own pulse, quick and quickly heading toward racing.

I nip at his lip, swallowing his gulping breath with my own, and grin at him from a very small distance indeed. We're tipped against the counter beside the range by this point, my hip riding its edge somewhat painfully, and I realize one of my knees has already parted his, pushing my advantage.

"Had enough yet?" I manage to pant, raking the ice-wet fingers of my free hand through his flippant hair to stroke and grip. I'd been using it to steady us, help maintain our balance as it seems the Galleon's taking a sharp turn to one side, tipping all the floors slantways, but now it feels a lot more pressing that I tug his scalp in tiny prickles, watching the effects I'm having in his expression.

From:

captainmarvelous

We're leaving against the counter - well, he is, and I'm leaning into him - and one of his legs is pressing between my own, just hinting at something far more suggestive, something far beyond where I thought this would go.

I'm not complaining.

I shake my head at his question, my head leaning into his touch, at the tug on my hair. The room feel funny, and it takes me a moment to realize that it's not just me and my overstimulated being, but the Galleon has actually tipped, more so than it usually does when it's in motion. The floor is now at a funny angle. Well, I imagine it's funny, it feels very natural for me right now.

I smirk at him, my lips swollen slightly from all the heat and ice and hard kissing, and roll my hips against his thigh. Sort of testing the waters.

From:

curryjolokia

Ohhh, he's quick. I am very, very pleased with where this is going, more than I expected and quicker, too. Not that I hadn't had thoughts in this direction almost as soon as I got a good look at Marvey's pert little ass, but I certainly hadn't imagined he'd take to the idea so well. Some people insist on emotion or romance before this sort of thing. I'm glad to see he's not one of them.

I tense my arm around his back, restricting his movement, and the hand in his hair darts down, my fingertips gaining purchase on the tight bottom curve of his rump. I lift him against me, sliding him a bit further up my thigh, and still watching his eyes from a distance of a handsbreadth, tip my head just a bit to the side, my nose brushing his.

"You're bold," I murmur, showing my teeth with my smile. "I like that."

From:

captainmarvelous

"I'm a pirate." I state simply, because that should explain everything, though I do humor him with a bit of elaboration. "I take what I want. When I want it."

He's lifting me a bit, but our heights aren't so distant that I have to tiptoe where he guides me. I can feel heat radiating off him, concentrated in his core. It's enticing, sending all these lovely little electric bursts through my nerves, pleasant trembles down my spine.

I slide a hand down his chest between us, and grip at his shirt. My voice is even now, my words full of weight, though I'm not asking for control of the situation. Far from it, I think I very much want to let him bend me over the counter, or kitchen table, and have his way with me.

But that is what I want, and I'm still in a place of power because I know I want it.

"With my own hands."

From:

curryjolokia

It's not hard to arch against the stroke of his hand, and I laugh breathlessly as the seeking palm clenches into a demanding fist. This Marvelous is exactly my type, and I seem to be his. Perfect. I roll my hips as he rises to meet me, and smile with teeth when his belly presses flush to mine, pressing my cock between us. His claim is bold, but he obviously knows what it takes to back it up. I respect that. And yet there's never been a single thing presented to me that I can resist challenging, good or bad.

"Or my hands?" I push, tightening my grip on his body. I can feel his pulse racing against me, and I think the floor's tilting again. I have to assume it's just in my head, my equilibrium thrown off by how much my body is screaming lust. I want him, I want him VERY badly.

The ship lurches, and it shifts me against him in just suck a way that our dicks brush through the fabric of our clothes, making me gasp, making me shudder, making me grip at him - at his shirt, at his arms, hair, anywhere I can reach really - with need.

From:

captainmarvelous

I chuckle breathlessly at his words, looking the short distance up at him, eyes eyes heavy and glazed with list. With need. All for him, in this moment all my need revolve around him. "I think our hands are reaching for the same end right now, yeah?"

The Galleon does a sudden tip in the other direction, topping us away from the counter.

From:

curryjolokia

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.

From:

captainmarvelous

The small of my back hips the heavy table, hard - possibly enough to faintly bruise by the morning - but I don't really care, or even think about it much, because then Basco is spinning me around so I'm facing the table, my ass against his groin. His head rests against my shoulder and he groans, and that sound makes my own dick twitch near painfully.

Not too painful for too long, since Basco's seeking hand find my need and grip and I'm groaning in mirror of his, maybe louder, as I've never been one to hold back at anything. His mouth is doing something to the bit of bare skin below my neck, and while it feels good, I'm far more focused and grinding into his hand. On letting him know I want this every bit as much as everything I want. Deeply and completely.

From:

curryjolokia

I hope he's not expecting this gently. I hope he's not expecting slow. Cause neither of those are gonna happen here, and as much as I want what *I* want, and intend to take it, it would be very convenient if he ends up enjoying this as much as I know I'm going to.

I force my hand into his trousers at the hip, sliding my hand around to the front to worry the clasp open as quickly as I'm able. As soon as I've got room to maneuver, I let go of his cock, one palm splayed on his chest to press him back against me. My other hand dives low, curling between his thighs from behind and demanding entrance to his body. There's a little bit of oil left on my hands from cooking, just as much as spattered up onto them. It's not enough, but for a fingertip, for a rough taste, it's plenty.

From:

captainmarvelous

He underestimates my body, I think. Or maybe he's just never been with someone like me (someone like me, I say, as if I even know if there are any other beings like me out there, beyond myself and possibly my parents). He's being as cautious as he can be in such a moment, it's sweet, another another time it will be wanted. Prep is almost as much fun as the actual act, foreplay a lovely prelude to sex.

But right now I just want him. I want him inside me with his hand around me, I want him to fuck me soundly against the table. I want it now.

"Now," I groan, bucking back hard against his finger. "Want you now."

From:

curryjolokia

My finger slips in to the second joint, then third, as I arch against him through pure reflex, not thinking. And then he doesn't yell in pain, and the clench down around my finger is hot and good, not the too-tight clench of rejection, and my eyebrows climb toward my hairline. "Oh WELL then," I murmur, keeping my mouth near his ear as I tuck the tip of my next finger against the base of my first, pressing gently against his pucker. "You ARE a bundle of surprises. Was that an accident, or...?"

From:

captainmarvelous

I groan, I tremble. He's still being too slow, too slow for this moment. Dinner is getting cold, the vegetables getting soggy in the pan, and that just won't do.

I also just want him, I didn't even know I would want him this badly until now. In this moment.

"Basco," I gasp his name, spreading my legs a bit more, bucking back into his hand. I glance over my shoulder at him, smirking despite my lust, despite my need. "I'm ready now. Later came come the... the slow. But now... now I just... need."

From:

curryjolokia

Later? I can't help the smug, beaming smirk twisting my lips, even as I thrust my second finger to join the first, even as my hand NOT buried deep in his ass shoves impatiently at the waistband of his pants, pushing them down. He helps, bracing himself with one hand, shoving downward with his other. As soon as his pants are far enough down to bare his ass I stop, catching my breath, while my cock thrums against the way, way too tight confines of my own clothes.

I get the closure open as fast as I can, thankful beyond reason that my trousers close with laces, not complicated metal bits that take much more brain to navigate than I currently have at my command. Finally I'm free, stiff and hot against the vee of his ass, and he makes an obscene noise and I can't hold back any longer. I'm buried to the root in him before I've even completed my next thought, something about risk, something moderately damaging to his body about cocking him without letting him at least see what I'm striking so deep with.

Not that it matters. He's swallowed me up and I can't find my breath, hissing and gasping to try to find it. I'm bent over his back, fists knotted in the fabric of his shirt, and my hips are already rolling against his, rutting him with shallow little in and out thrusts that only bare the last little bit of my cock above the root. I don't think I could bear to pull further out than that; he is -- his body is -- everything that this should be; and because of the suddenness, the shock, the banter-- somehow, even more.

From:

captainmarvelous

He's inside me in what feels like a second, though there's red tape involved, his own pants coming down, the physical positioning. It's all like rain falling on a hot day, gentle and slightly and evaporating before it's realized. He's hot and thick inside me, buried to the hilt, balls deep, as they say.

He's as intense as I imagined, maybe more so, though my body is still quick to adjust. I can feel him pressing, feel him as he works a few small thrusts. Hot and wide and filling. He's not quite large enough to make a mark on my stomach, but I still slide a hand down there, pressing down into my lean stomach as I push back against him, coaxing him further. Wanting him to move more, to take me as roughly as I imagine he wants to.

"Oh fuck," I lean further over the table, using the angle to arch back against him, grant him even a fraction more room inside me. "Don't... don't hold back. I can take it..."