Four

He pulled back as soon as he could think again, slowly and carefully. Elliot coughed twice and swiped the back of his hand across his mouth. 

“You all right?” Declan asked, thumbing a white drop from the corner of Elliot’s mouth. Elliot nodded, his tongue darting out and licking Declan’s thumb. 

“Fine,” he said, his voice sounding like he’d swallowed a handful of gravel. He scooted back on the bunk, leaning his back against the cabin wall and spreading his legs wide. His cock tented his trousers and Declan knelt up on the bunk, in between Elliot’s knees. He nudged his knee under one of Elliot’s, who obligingly bent it, then the other, planting his feet on the wooden edge of the bunk on either side of Declan’s hips. 

“Wish it were a supermoon today,” Declan remarked, which made Elliot blush, as he’d known it would. 

Elliot didn’t like to talk about how his body changed during the spring and summer full moons when the moon was closest to the Earth's orbit. Declan loved every bit of his other form and never tired of showing Elliot how much. But tonight was just a regular full moon and the next supermoon wasn’t until July. 

Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy Elliot’s fully human form right now. 

Which he fully intended to do. 

His own prick was half hard again, looking at Elliot spread out before him. What he really wanted was to sink down on Elliot’s thick cock and ride him hard and fast. But a quick glance out the cabin’s porthole and he could tell the fog was lifting. 

Alcatraz Island was just visible across the Bay, which meant that the Concordia’s captain and crew would return soon. He’d rather not be caught in flagrante aboard another skipper’s vessel.

So instead of removing his trousers, he opened Elliot’s and tugged them as far down Elliot’s hips as he could. He wrapped one hand around the base of Elliot’s cock and gave a long, slow stroke, then wriggled his other hand under wool and linen and cupped Elliot’s balls. 

Elliot’s head knocked back against the cabin wall and he thrust into Declan’s hand on the next stroke. “Damn it, Declan,” he grunted, “you don’t need to take your time about it.”

Declan grinned down at him, then squeezed both the base of Elliot’s cock and his balls. “You take what I give you or I won’t let you finish at all.” 

Something in Elliot’s eyes hardened. So did his cock, even more. His hips gave another little abortive thrust, which he stilled immediately. 

“There’s a good boy,” Declan said. 

Elliot’s face turned pink and his eyelids fluttered closed. 

“No, keep them open,” Declan said and Elliot complied. “Look at me.” Declan watched Elliot’s pupils widen until they overtook most of the hazel irises as he resumed stroking Elliot’s cock. 

He loosened his grip on Elliot’s balls, fondling them gently. His fingers caressed the soft skin behind them and Elliot’s breath quickened. His knees relaxed wider and the hands clenched at his sides opened, palms up, his body slackening. 

“That’s it, lad,” Declan said, never taking his eyes off Elliot’s. “Give it up to me. I got you.” 

His hand on Elliot’s cock sped up a fraction, the middle finger of his other hand tracing tiny circles around Elliot’s hole. Sweat broke out on Elliot’s forehead and darkened his hairline, the fluid leaking from his cock slicking Declan’s hand. 

Elliot was making little hitching sounds now, and his eyes were glazed. Declan bent forward, resting his forehead against Elliot’s, still staring into his eyes as he worked Elliot’s cock, faster now. 

His hand was wet to the wrist and his fingers damp behind Elliot’s balls. He pressed a finger against Elliot’s hole, slipping in up to the second knuckle as he ordered Elliot, “Now.” 

Elliot arched under him with a low groan, shooting between them and clenching down around Declan’s finger. Declan stroked him through it until he twitched and softened, then withdrew his finger and kissed Elliot’s forehead. 

“That’s my boy,” he said, and Elliot shuddered one last time.