"Fuck!"
The Admiral groaned, low and husky as his partner thrust in deep. The Sea Hunter smirked above him, two rows of sharp teeth threatening scars if Garen didn't submit to his will.
He almost regretted this. Aatrox had been thrown in the brig upon his capture, the squaline beast having been dredged up from the sea depths the night before. Despite having confiscated the creature's weapon and locked him below decks, Garen still found himself drawn to the other's dangerous aura, frightened and aroused by the powerful build, storm raging behind flourescent cobalt eyes.
Fangs nipped at his neck, and he threw his head back under the hunter's onslaught, sharkskin rough under his palms every time he dragged his hands up his partner's back.
The berth shook with every thrust, pale thighs clenched tight around Darkin hips as the beast took his fill, driving his shaft deep into the man below him.
"Tell me, Admiral." Webbed talons curled around his manhood. "Bedding an immortal as good as you thought it'd be?"
Garen groaned again, fingers begging for purchase at the base of the other's wings. He gasped at a particularly hard tug, muscles quivering as he nearly came under his partner's skilled ministrations.
"Yes, gods yes!" Snowy lockes spilled onto the sheets beneath as he writhed on his back. Biting his lower lip hard enough to draw crimson, the Admiral bucked up one final time, throat clenched tight midway between a cry and a whimper. The creature above snarled, hastening his own end with a final few pistons, cock buried deep in soft flesh as he came with a guttural roar.
Letting his good eye slip shut and arms fall to the sides, Garen sighed as both bedmates came down from their climax, humming in content as a warm body laid heavily on his torso. Leathery slate wings settled to either flank as he felt slumber begin to claw at his senses, rhythmic heaving of the chest above slowing in time to match his own breaths. He could worry about explaining this to his crew in the morning.