Lack of Appreciation
Undesired activities
by:
Kaluin
Still cussing despite having eventually appreciated their... sparring session, the sienna-haired pirate glared over at his buddy's back as he tried to sit up himself.
"Damn you, Sigurd!" he threw in the taller pirate's direction for having called in one of the debts he owed, wincing at the soreness and discomfort he hadn't felt in a long time. Finding himself at the bottom end of these activities wasn't anything new, but Hervey had always disliked handing over such power to anyone else, particularly his ex-rival. That dislike had grown further when they'd joined the Obel King's mission to fight back against their common enemy and found willing bed partners, first in Lazlo and then in Helmut.
"If you'd struggled a bit less, you wouldn't find yourself in this position," Sigurd retorted calmly enough, wiping off all traces of exertion with a wet cloth.
"You could've asked Helmut if you wanted sex!"
Not that Hervey protested such carnal pleasure, but his manliness took a blow each time he was forced to submit without the chance to fight back.
The first answer the spikey haired pirate received was a newly water-soaked cloth tossed onto his person before Sigurd deigned reply again. "Then don't bet against me when you're out of funds." The taller pirate then busied himself to dressing since, as liberating as walking naked in their room was, he hadn't checked if Lady Kika, or Miss Elenor--either were possible--had planted another of Oleg's invention.
A tired, but still irate growl was the only warning he had before having to dodge a soiled cloth thrown at his face.
