Dimitri smirked. "I'll listen to that." He pulled Sinbad along with him until his knees hit the side of the bed and he fell against the mattress. They had barely touched and he could already feel sharp desire pool into his groin.
He was pinned down by Sinbad's hands on his shoulders, the weight of his muscle rendering him nearly immobile. His legs still hung off of the edge of the bed, but Sinbad kneed his way between them, pressing their hips together so that their hips were wedged together.
"Is that what you wanted?" He breathed, doing a long, slow grind against him.
The heavy panting coming from Dimitri's lips was answer enough. He pulled Sinbad's head down so he could run his tongue along the other's lips, demanding entrance. His lower body curled upwards to rub against Sinbad, already feeling a bump against his thigh.
Sinbad reached up and pushed Dimitri's hair back, opening his mouth under the other man's sensual onslaught. Their tongues tangled together, thrusting against each other and mimicking the movements on Sinbad's hips as they ground together.
"You definitely seem unharmed to me," Dimitri said the moment they broke apart for air. His hand snaked down Sinbad's back and squeezed his ass, pressing them even closer together. He had an irrational need to feel this man all over him, to remind him that he was unharmed and that he hadn't made a mistake in staying. The way Sinbad could undo him at the slightest touch was terrifying and yet far more exciting than anything he had ever experienced. Dimitri found himself afraid of never feeling that again if he went home.
"I already told you that I was. Sinbad doesn't get hurt. I'm invinci-" He broke off on a groan and arched his back to press their groins more closely together. "Take – take me out," he panted. "I want your hands on me."
Dimitri's hand shot out to Sinbad's waist the moment he heard those words. His fingers trembled, making it difficult for him to untie his sash, but he slipped it off eventually. Keeping his legs locked around him, he pulled Sinbad's pants down just enough to free his cock and let his fingers slowly trail along its length.
Sinbad sucked in a breath and held it, the feel of Dimitri's fingers on him sending electric shocks of pleasure down his length, making his nerve endings twist.
"Yours too," he said breathlessly.
Dimitri didn't need telling twice; the strain of his pants was making it painful for his erection. He fumbled with his belt, barely managing to whip it out without ripping one of his belt loops.
"I'm not wearing any underwear by the way," he hissed, "You have no reason to laugh now." He unzipped them and shimmied them down to his thighs, now freed as well. He pulled Sinbad back down flush against him and his mouth opened in a wordless cry as their cocks slid against one another. He hooked his fingers into Sinbad's back, desperate to anchor himself lest he melt away.
Sinbad didn't seem nearly as overcome as he was. In fact, he seemed to be getting more wound up with every passing moment. He pressed down hard, lifting his upper body up so that he could put even more pressure behind his hips. His cock was engorged and dripping with precum, but the stimulation of just simply rubbing against each other didn't seem to be enough for him. He let out a hoarse moan and started to thrust in earnest, the tips of their erections rubbing together with each push.
The friction was almost too much for Dimitri's senses. He pushed himself up on his elbows so he could look down and see just how they were sliding against each other. The sight made his mouth water and he swore his cock hardened even more.
With his eyes squeezed shut, Sinbad reached down in between them grabbed both of their cocks with his hand. His fingers weren't even close to closing, but now they both thrust into his hand, his tight grip keeping them pressed together from base to tip.
"Oh gods, that's good…"
"Yes it is," Dimitri agreed, practically breathless. He rocked into Sinbad's hand and clumsily slid his fingers in between them, grabbing them together as well. He let out a high moan he would deny ever emitting later as he felt himself so very close to the edge. His other hand slid up Sinbad's chest, over his hardened nipples poking from his shirt.
The feeling of Sinbad shuddering under his hands was immensely satisfying. The pirate's head dropped to his shoulder, slick with sweat while his lungs worked like bellows. His tongue snaked out and he licked the side of Dimitri's neck. "You close?" He panted.
Dimitri turned his head to face him, releasing his lower lip to say, "I will be after I do this."
He pulled Sinbad's head down and kissed him passionately, letting their tongues tangle once more. This pushed him over the edge and he arched his back as he came, thick white spurts that landed on Sinbad's and his stomach. His desperate moans were lost into the pirate's mouth as he clung onto him for dear life. Every inch of him was numb with ecstasy; he didn't think he would feel anything for a while after that.
He was quickly proven wrong though, because Sinbad bit down on his shoulder and started to come on top of him, climaxing even harder than he had, if that was possible. He came in shuddering waves that seemed to last forever before they finally subsided.
The air wooshed out of Sinbad's lungs and he collapsed on top of Dimitri, the evidence of their pleasure slathered over their chests and bellies and dripping down Dimitri's sides as they tried to catch their breaths.
He ran his fingers with surprising gentleness through Sinbad's hair. It was coarser than his own, but he found it surprisingly soothing to touch. He felt boneless at the moment and incredibly satiated; there was no reason for him to go back to his hammock tonight, he thought. Especially not right now, since it seemed like Sinbad had fallen asleep on top of him.
"Are you serious?" Dimitri huffed. He was suddenly well aware of Sinbad's weight crushing him. With a heave, he pushed him off. Sinbad rolled onto his back but didn't wake. Free from an armful of pirate, Dimitri pushed himself off the bed and went to pick up the rag set next to a water bowl where Sinbad would wash his face before bedtime very night. He dipped the rag in and set about cleaning himself.
He glanced at Sinbad, wondering whether he should just leave him sleeping with a whole mess on his stomach. He'd probably be cranky and disgusting in the morning, which would amuse Dimitri to no end.
"God, I've gone soft," he muttered to himself as he went back to the bed. He quickly wiped Sinbad down and tucked him into his pants for good measure. There was a hint of a cocky smile on the pirate's lips and Dimitri had to chuckle a little at that.
Sinbad cracked open a dark eye at him. "And here I thought you didn't care."
"One of us has to be a gentleman," he replied as he threw the towel away. He sat on the edge of the bed, unsure of whether he could stay now.
That question was quickly answered when Sinbad reached forward and grabbed him by the front of his shirt to drag him back onto the bed. The captain seemed to have a thing for manhandling him, but Dimitri didn't complain. He felt less awkward now that he knew that he knew that he could stay.
"You're welcome by the way," he said before shifting himself more comfortably on the bed. He had never really had a warm body to curl up next to back in Russia. While it was a much warmer climate here, he wasn't complaining. Who knew how soothing it was to sleep next to someone?
"I didn't say…thank you…" replied Sinbad sleepily as his eyes slid shut again. Infuriating to the last. Luckily, Dimitri was too tired to react accordingly and closed his eyes soon after. He had a mattress to sleep on; he didn't want to give that up. He'd pick and choose his battles.