Oh, his heart. He swallowed, and stepped forward, making to take his arm, using it to balance as he stepped into the bath.
"You're John, and that's your name. That's why I was...worried, because names are important. Titles are important. But...I like you being my sweetheart too."
And he felt a warmth in his chest that had nothing to do with the warm bathwater on his thighs, or in how he was stepping over to sit on John's lap.
"S...so that's what it is. I...yes." He felt almost shy. "It-I might be a little...unprepared to say it in public though. But- I will always mean it. You're my sweetheart."
"I won't say anything to anyone," he says firmly, "but I'll know what you mean." Wry. "And no one knows the meaning of the word on this ship but you. But I'll still probably only use it when we're together."
And he'll help Oscar to lower himself down in the water, though hopefully he doesn't mind the, er, 'seat' waiting for him on John's lap. John isn't in the least bit uncomfortable about being sat on. If anything, he rumbles happily as his arms go around Oscar and he'll place his chin on Oscar's shoulder. He'll give Oscar a little squeeze, enjoying the way his skin feels in the warm, oil-slicked water, and he turns his head to press a few kisses to Oscar's jaw.
"Let me turn on the jets. You'll get to feel them on your legs, mostly. Since you're sitting on me."
He felt a little giddy, a little guilty, like he was doing something he shouldn't have been. Which, he was. He was a priest. He shouldn't be calling anyone his sweetheart. But...John was, and he didn't regret that.
Or getting to sit on John's lap. He could feel John's...well, interest, but that certainly wasn't his fault. He was much the same way, and he was very happy to have John cuddling him up on his lap. He could even go without the jets, with the oil slicked water around them.
"One day, I might just ask to come and use your bathroom so I can soak up to my chin." He leaned back, and tilted his head to offer more neck for John to kiss, because it felt so nice.
"...maybe I should restructure my cabin. There's very little there."
John was going to pet him now, slick and soft in the nice hot water, and press a few kisses on his neck, the back of his jaw, just under it-
"You're welcome to," he says, "but you should make your cabin a space you love too." A few more kisses as his hands run over Oscar's thigh, brush over his belly. "Even if it's just so that you have a warm, inviting place to bring others. Or places you can offer to those who might need it."
He nuzzles now.
"This bathroom and the lounge and the kitchen and even my bedroom were rooms that I asked for long before I had a body to enjoy them. But I could let my inmate rest there when she was tolling, or enjoy a hot bath, or cook breakfast with her."
He considers for a moment before nibbling, lightly, along the line of his shoulder. He wants to see if Oscar likes that.
"May I touch your cock, Oscar? I want to show you more."
Oscar isn't the only one hungry for his partner's pleasure. John had gotten to see that smug little smile on his face that had been worth its weight in gold and more. Now he wants to see Oscar mounted on his cock, his own enveloped in John's hand, writhing with new sensations he'd never even imagined he could feel.
He felt his breath catch in his throat. Oh...that was lovely. He closed his eyes, arching under his touch, swallowing as he felt John's touch wander.
He was listening still, taking in what John was saying, thinking that it would be a good idea- somewhere where he and his inmate could rest, where he could make nourishing meals, a safe place to rest- but the nibbling had him softly gasp, and his body throbbed in want.
"More? Oh...yes. Yes, please, John." He swallowed. "I like-I like your ideas. Making a cabin a sanctuary. Perhaps- a private place to worship too. Comfortable bed, privacy...all of it." He rolled his head back.
"Of course, y'maea," he says, voice warm and syrupy and pleased, and that's when one hand will slip forward and wrap around his length, start very gently stroking him as the other arm keeps petting along his thighs and his belly. He'll turn his head to begin kissing along his neck and shoulder, given how kindly Oscar is baring himself to him.
In between the kisses, he'll start giving little nibbles, run his teeth lightly against the skin. Suck a little before kissing the spot sweetly. Oscar has a high collar, after all. And John wouldn't dream of leaving a visible spot.
Without permission, anyway.
His voice stays warm and low in between the kisses, the touches never pausing.
"You could have a little altar, if you like. Or a meditation room. A comfortable bed... yes, that would be good. Make sure you're rested. At your best."
Another few kisses.
"You're beautiful like this, Oscar. May I touch your ass? I want to show you something. Something that feels very good. It may feel odd at first, and if you don't like it, we can stop. But it's a sensation like nothing else and I want you to feel it and see if you like it. Is that all right?"
Oscar forgot about the jets. Or restructuring his room into a peaceful place for him or others to visit. Well- mostly.
John taking the lead, was all warm summer afternoons, a slow stretch that eased all aches, a touch of unexpected heat. Thank goodness for the high collar. He was going to be all over love bites when John was done.
"To...to be fair John...it's...all of it is a new sensation to me. Even the stroking."
Which was very good. He opened one eye, peering up at John. "So yes. Please. Show me?"
It would be his ass but...John wouldn't do anything to hurt him. He knew that.
"Fair enough," and he kisses him once more, this time on the cheek, before his other hand will venture between Oscar's legs. He'll take a moment to carefully play with his balls a little, and then he's slipping past to a spot just behind them to press up just so on an upstroke before he starts to massage in earnest.
Best to see if he even likes the sensation before he goes slipping any fingers inside.
Oscar closes his eyes again, his hand moving to gently stroke John's arm, gentle and idle.
The ball handling had him squirm happily, easily, before he felt the pressure. Oscar arched up a bit, an odd noise emerging from his throat before settling back down.
"Oh." His eyes opened. "That- that is different."
It wasn't bad at all. Just new, and soon he was squirming happily under John's hands. It was so odd but...pleasant.
He can't help but smile at that, and Oscar can't see it but he'll feel it against his skin. He'll shift then, just a little, and now it's something thicker and heavier pressing against that spot, massaging there. And his hand is going to go back to kneading at his balls again as he nibbles and kisses and sucks at his neck and shoulder. No pressure for more, just this.
"Do you like that? Or would you like more?" He kisses him again. "It would be more intense if I was inside of you. There's also a feeling of... fullness. Do you think you'd like that? Or is this good?"
Was it his fingers, or a tentacle or...his cock there, teasing and pressing so close? He could feel the soft smile, so content against his skin.
And he felt himself twitch at the idea of John inside him. Filling him up like he did with his femme form, making him come-
He bowed his head.
"I want to try it. I've...I thought, when I decided to ask it would be...you, having me. Like this. Or you riding me, relentless on the couch." He laughed, embarrassed. "A bit much, I suppose."
"Not at all," he says, still stroking, still pressing. "I like that idea very much. And I definitely would like to."
A soft kiss to the underside of his jaw.
"But there's a little extra preparation between two men. And the warm water and the oil help considerably. This is a good place for trying that."
He kisses him again, nuzzling afterwards, even as his fingers slip back and down, shifting what is definitely his cock to one side as he finds the hole there and starts to gently coax his finger through the tight ring of muscle.
"But you're going to look so lovely, I think, filled with my cock." He nuzzles at Oscar's throat, starts nibbling. "I can see it in my mind already, so gorgeous, taking every inch of me inside of your body, the both of us entwined in a whole new way." He'll start sliding in with his finger, starts stretching him just a little with some of the oil as he begins to try and get a second finger in.
"May I use my tentacles to hold you, Oscar? They would never hurt you. And it will help this go smoother and give you more support."
He shivered again. The sound was just- low, delicious against his spine. It made him squirm more, restless as John took his fingers, all oil slicked and pressed inside.
Oscar gasped, and arched forward, his hand grabbing at John's leg under the water for balance.
"You mean...that was your cock? I thought that was your tentacle. It felt massive."
Which was a compliment, from his squirming. He nodded though, glancing back. "Y-yes, please use them. I don't want to fall off."
Not that there'd be damage, bit he didn't want to stop.
He shifts his hips and Oscar will feel the curve of him rubbing against that spot. But alongside of it, he'll feel soft, smooth touches slipping around, steadying him, and warm even in the water.
"Everything feels large there," he says fondly, "and there, can you feel it? Wrapped all around you. No falling off for you."
It probably won't be very easy to tell if that's John's fingers or the tips of a tentacle as a second shape presses in, smooth as silk. And as both of them start stroking him open with the slick water and oil. He hasn't paused any of the rest of it, after all. Including the kisses and the nibbles.
But still. Slow. Gentle. Overwhelming in a different way.
"I've got you, Oscar. Beloved. You don't have to worry about anything."
That moan is everything. It's the fingers of his hand that run gently up and down his torso, play with his nipples in turn. Gently. Everything here is slow and gentle and yet, unrelenting.
Stretching him, slicking him- John's cock is against his thigh and one of the intrusions brushes against the spot from the inside now, though it's clearly not the focus. He nuzzles Oscar's jaw sweetly, savoring all of it. This, after all, is another offering of sorts, one he accepts gladly. Joyfully.
With a third press inside, as Oscar's relaxed open far enough.
"I'm glad you wanted this with me. And I'm honored you trust me with showing it to you." He nibbles at the shell of his ear, voice languid and warm. "You don't need to hold yourself back while we're doing this. You can release more than once, and it's much more intense." A nuzzle. "Or I can help you hold off that release, if you find you want that. Everyone's a little different. They all enjoy things differently."
Oh. Oh nipples where nice when they're played with. Mentally, in a haze, he had to remember to play with John's nipples later, when he could.
He could feel himself panting, and shuddering, feeling him press in, little by little. Offering himself to John, letting himself take him, pleasure them both.
He was learning so much with this bath.
"This...oh. Oh, my word." His breath came out in a shudder. "I don't think I can hold myself back. John I-"
He felt a little embarrassed, as he drew his mouth from the water to press against his mouth, fingers sprayed out. "I-I think I'm already on the verge of losing it already."
He was all worked up, and John had been offering so many touches. So much joy. No holding back now.
"Do you want to?" he asks, and he'll let a little loop of finger?tentacle? settle around the base of his cock, not so much squeezing as holding a steady pressure.
The pressure releases and he nips at his jaw at the same time as one of the intrusions inside of him seems to thicken and start pressing more insistently against that spot, the other two sliding around and flicking almost like a tongue deep inside.
And John gives a squeeze around him to hold him in place while he goes off, kissing his neck and jaw as his hand and the tentacles inside him work him through it, careful not to overstimulate while he wrings every ounce of pleasure he can from him.
He settles into a steady, lulling motion as he pampers Oscar, lavishing him with kisses and squeezes.
"All right." Then, like he's agreeing- "All right."
Which is when there's a fourth 'finger', taking advantage of how wrung out he is, how relaxed, to stretch him a little further until he draws himself out a little and there's something thicker pressing at the rim.
"Tell me if it's too much. If it doesn't feel good."
Which is when he'll start drawing Oscar down onto his cock.
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"You're John, and that's your name. That's why I was...worried, because names are important. Titles are important. But...I like you being my sweetheart too."
And he felt a warmth in his chest that had nothing to do with the warm bathwater on his thighs, or in how he was stepping over to sit on John's lap.
"S...so that's what it is. I...yes." He felt almost shy. "It-I might be a little...unprepared to say it in public though. But- I will always mean it. You're my sweetheart."
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"I won't say anything to anyone," he says firmly, "but I'll know what you mean." Wry. "And no one knows the meaning of the word on this ship but you. But I'll still probably only use it when we're together."
And he'll help Oscar to lower himself down in the water, though hopefully he doesn't mind the, er, 'seat' waiting for him on John's lap. John isn't in the least bit uncomfortable about being sat on. If anything, he rumbles happily as his arms go around Oscar and he'll place his chin on Oscar's shoulder. He'll give Oscar a little squeeze, enjoying the way his skin feels in the warm, oil-slicked water, and he turns his head to press a few kisses to Oscar's jaw.
"Let me turn on the jets. You'll get to feel them on your legs, mostly. Since you're sitting on me."
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He felt a little giddy, a little guilty, like he was doing something he shouldn't have been. Which, he was. He was a priest. He shouldn't be calling anyone his sweetheart. But...John was, and he didn't regret that.
Or getting to sit on John's lap. He could feel John's...well, interest, but that certainly wasn't his fault. He was much the same way, and he was very happy to have John cuddling him up on his lap. He could even go without the jets, with the oil slicked water around them.
"One day, I might just ask to come and use your bathroom so I can soak up to my chin." He leaned back, and tilted his head to offer more neck for John to kiss, because it felt so nice.
"...maybe I should restructure my cabin. There's very little there."
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"You're welcome to," he says, "but you should make your cabin a space you love too." A few more kisses as his hands run over Oscar's thigh, brush over his belly. "Even if it's just so that you have a warm, inviting place to bring others. Or places you can offer to those who might need it."
He nuzzles now.
"This bathroom and the lounge and the kitchen and even my bedroom were rooms that I asked for long before I had a body to enjoy them. But I could let my inmate rest there when she was tolling, or enjoy a hot bath, or cook breakfast with her."
He considers for a moment before nibbling, lightly, along the line of his shoulder. He wants to see if Oscar likes that.
"May I touch your cock, Oscar? I want to show you more."
Oscar isn't the only one hungry for his partner's pleasure. John had gotten to see that smug little smile on his face that had been worth its weight in gold and more. Now he wants to see Oscar mounted on his cock, his own enveloped in John's hand, writhing with new sensations he'd never even imagined he could feel.
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He was listening still, taking in what John was saying, thinking that it would be a good idea- somewhere where he and his inmate could rest, where he could make nourishing meals, a safe place to rest- but the nibbling had him softly gasp, and his body throbbed in want.
"More? Oh...yes. Yes, please, John." He swallowed. "I like-I like your ideas. Making a cabin a sanctuary. Perhaps- a private place to worship too. Comfortable bed, privacy...all of it." He rolled his head back.
"Please...show me more John."
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In between the kisses, he'll start giving little nibbles, run his teeth lightly against the skin. Suck a little before kissing the spot sweetly. Oscar has a high collar, after all. And John wouldn't dream of leaving a visible spot.
Without permission, anyway.
His voice stays warm and low in between the kisses, the touches never pausing.
"You could have a little altar, if you like. Or a meditation room. A comfortable bed... yes, that would be good. Make sure you're rested. At your best."
Another few kisses.
"You're beautiful like this, Oscar. May I touch your ass? I want to show you something. Something that feels very good. It may feel odd at first, and if you don't like it, we can stop. But it's a sensation like nothing else and I want you to feel it and see if you like it. Is that all right?"
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John taking the lead, was all warm summer afternoons, a slow stretch that eased all aches, a touch of unexpected heat. Thank goodness for the high collar. He was going to be all over love bites when John was done.
"To...to be fair John...it's...all of it is a new sensation to me. Even the stroking."
Which was very good. He opened one eye, peering up at John. "So yes. Please. Show me?"
It would be his ass but...John wouldn't do anything to hurt him. He knew that.
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Best to see if he even likes the sensation before he goes slipping any fingers inside.
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The ball handling had him squirm happily, easily, before he felt the pressure. Oscar arched up a bit, an odd noise emerging from his throat before settling back down.
"Oh." His eyes opened. "That- that is different."
It wasn't bad at all. Just new, and soon he was squirming happily under John's hands. It was so odd but...pleasant.
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"Do you like that? Or would you like more?" He kisses him again. "It would be more intense if I was inside of you. There's also a feeling of... fullness. Do you think you'd like that? Or is this good?"
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And he felt himself twitch at the idea of John inside him. Filling him up like he did with his femme form, making him come-
He bowed his head.
"I want to try it. I've...I thought, when I decided to ask it would be...you, having me. Like this. Or you riding me, relentless on the couch." He laughed, embarrassed. "A bit much, I suppose."
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"Not at all," he says, still stroking, still pressing. "I like that idea very much. And I definitely would like to."
A soft kiss to the underside of his jaw.
"But there's a little extra preparation between two men. And the warm water and the oil help considerably. This is a good place for trying that."
He kisses him again, nuzzling afterwards, even as his fingers slip back and down, shifting what is definitely his cock to one side as he finds the hole there and starts to gently coax his finger through the tight ring of muscle.
"But you're going to look so lovely, I think, filled with my cock." He nuzzles at Oscar's throat, starts nibbling. "I can see it in my mind already, so gorgeous, taking every inch of me inside of your body, the both of us entwined in a whole new way." He'll start sliding in with his finger, starts stretching him just a little with some of the oil as he begins to try and get a second finger in.
"May I use my tentacles to hold you, Oscar? They would never hurt you. And it will help this go smoother and give you more support."
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Oscar gasped, and arched forward, his hand grabbing at John's leg under the water for balance.
"You mean...that was your cock? I thought that was your tentacle. It felt massive."
Which was a compliment, from his squirming. He nodded though, glancing back. "Y-yes, please use them. I don't want to fall off."
Not that there'd be damage, bit he didn't want to stop.
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"Everything feels large there," he says fondly, "and there, can you feel it? Wrapped all around you. No falling off for you."
It probably won't be very easy to tell if that's John's fingers or the tips of a tentacle as a second shape presses in, smooth as silk. And as both of them start stroking him open with the slick water and oil. He hasn't paused any of the rest of it, after all. Including the kisses and the nibbles.
But still. Slow. Gentle. Overwhelming in a different way.
"I've got you, Oscar. Beloved. You don't have to worry about anything."
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It didn't matter though. Oscar could hear soft noises emerging from his throat, and was squirming, flushed and felt himself gently overwhelmed.
As if he was slowly sinking into the bathwater.
"Yes...yes." He moaned, swallowing and tilting his head back. "You're...yes."
It was so wonderful to be wanted and given such pleasure.
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Stretching him, slicking him- John's cock is against his thigh and one of the intrusions brushes against the spot from the inside now, though it's clearly not the focus. He nuzzles Oscar's jaw sweetly, savoring all of it. This, after all, is another offering of sorts, one he accepts gladly. Joyfully.
With a third press inside, as Oscar's relaxed open far enough.
"I'm glad you wanted this with me. And I'm honored you trust me with showing it to you." He nibbles at the shell of his ear, voice languid and warm. "You don't need to hold yourself back while we're doing this. You can release more than once, and it's much more intense." A nuzzle. "Or I can help you hold off that release, if you find you want that. Everyone's a little different. They all enjoy things differently."
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He could feel himself panting, and shuddering, feeling him press in, little by little. Offering himself to John, letting himself take him, pleasure them both.
He was learning so much with this bath.
"This...oh. Oh, my word." His breath came out in a shudder. "I don't think I can hold myself back. John I-"
He felt a little embarrassed, as he drew his mouth from the water to press against his mouth, fingers sprayed out. "I-I think I'm already on the verge of losing it already."
He was all worked up, and John had been offering so many touches. So much joy. No holding back now.
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He exhaled shakily, swallowing. "I want to...release for you."
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He came, grabbing at John as it happened.
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Before he starts working towards the next.
"More, Oscar?"
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But he nods at the question.
"Yes John. Please."
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"All right." Then, like he's agreeing- "All right."
Which is when there's a fourth 'finger', taking advantage of how wrung out he is, how relaxed, to stretch him a little further until he draws himself out a little and there's something thicker pressing at the rim.
"Tell me if it's too much. If it doesn't feel good."
Which is when he'll start drawing Oscar down onto his cock.
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He felt warm, relaxed, the queer feeling of being stretched turning into a pleasant background noise.
"Yes." He squeezed his arm, letting go, and exhaled, long and slow as he felt himself sink down on John's cock.
He said nothing; instead he groaned, shivering as he sank down onto John's cock.
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