Kinktober 2021
Summary: Kinktober 2021: Day Sixteen: Public: Benn/Shanks
Warnings: Public Sex, Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Dirty Talk, Humiliation, Slight Masochism
Kinktober 2021: Day 16: Public (Benn/Shanks)
Shanks stood in the crow's nest, smiling down at his working crew. He had done it. He had become his own Captain. Had his own crew. His own ship. He had done it all that he had wanted. He had people that he trusted with his life. He had done exactly what he told Roger he would do. He sighed as he leaned against his arms, balancing his chin on his palm. He barely looked up when he heard the loud footfalls coming towards him. Looking through the corner of his eye to see his First Mate standing there. A cigarette in between his lips, long black hair tied behind his head.
Shanks gulped as he let his eyes roam Benn's body. The muscles that he could see through the fabric of his skintight shirt. The way his pants hugged him in all the right places. They had met in an unconventional way. He had been completely wasted in a bar and had ran into Benn right outside of the bar. The two had fallen into bed together that night. An odd way to meet your First Mate, but Shanks would never regret that choice.
Shanks' nose twitched as the smell of tobacco reached his nose. The chill that ran down his spine when Benn's hand settled on his lower back. The red head leaned over, letting his head fall against the older man's toned chest. He shivered as Benn's fingers snaked underneath the band of his pants, fingers grazing over his hole. He bit down on his lip as the tip of Benn's finger slipped into the already stretched muscle. The feel of the stretch and burn sending sparks up his spine.
Leaning down until his lips were ghosting against the younger pirate's ear, whispering, "I've barely touched you and you're already sucking me in." Benn muttered, using his free hand to reach up and tuck some of the loose red strands behind Shanks' ear. The heat flaring up on his face from the simple action. His face heating up from the intimate act of Benn moving his hair, rather than the fact that he was fingering him right there where anyone could look up and see them. The twist of his gut following knowing the implications of what Benn was about to do. "Just like the little whore I met that day." Shanks gasped as Benn pushed his finger the rest of the way in. His toes curling as Benn added in, "What do you think they would think? Knowing that their Captain will open his legs like a common whore?"
The red head gulped as Benn's fingers curled around his jaw, forcing him to look over at him. His hot breath hitting his lips. The goosebumps raising on his skin as Benn's words settled. Even if Benn never truly meant them, what those words did to him was enough to almost make him come right then and there. "Benn—" He gasped as he felt Benn's other hand pull out of him before another finger was being pushed in. Leaving the burning sensation in its wake that had his toes curling as he bit down on his lip to quiet himself. His fingers curling and hitting against Shanks' prostate that had the red head reaching out and grasping against Benn's shirt. "Oh God." His head fell forward, letting out a puff of air as Benn's fingers work to stretch him more. The sting following from the lack of any type of lubricant on Benn's hands, the only thing helping at the moment being what was left over from the night before. He looked over his shoulder, looking down at the nakama roaming the deck. They were all completely oblivious to what was going on right above them. All they had to do was look up. "Benn, we can get caught up here."
Benn hummed. "Yet, you were screaming my name just last night?"
Shanks' face flushed over, the heat rising on the skin as the older pirate's hand slammed back into him, the strength that Benn had behind the movement, sending Shanks straight into his chest. The air caught in Shanks' throat for a moment before he whispered, "We were in my room."
Benn chuckled, twisting a fist into Shanks' hair before he was craning his neck back. Forcing his body to turn and lean over the edge of the crow's nest. The only thing keeping him from falling over from the force of the movement was his hands instantly shooting out to grab the wood. "If you're so concerned, just stay quiet. That should be easy enough."
"Benn." Shanks hissed, gritting his teeth as the older pirate withdrew his fingers, letting his hand dance over his waistband before he was jerking the fabric down just enough to reveal tanned skin to him. Shanks could feel the cool air against his ass. Legs spread enough that he could keep himself concealed, leaning down, and moving his hips towards where Benn was.
This was their strange dynamic. He was the Captain by day, but at any time Benn could take exactly what he wanted. He took control in the vulnerable moments just like this one. Being the one to command the situation. Shanks loved the arrangement. It was the perfect way to blow off steam for him. The way Benn's degrading words would eventually turn into praises. Despite everything, Benn treated him with such care.
He covered his mouth with one of his hands as he felt the head of Benn's cock lining up at his entrance, pushing against the ring of muscle. It was almost exciting to know that they could get caught at any second. To see him bent over for Benn. How Benn could practically manhandle him around without a second thought, and Shanks allowing it.
He moaned against his hand as Benn rutted against him, pushing deeper into his body. Hands on his hips to keep him steady until he could feel Benn's hips against his backside. The man bottomed out. The burn that came along with it from the lack of lubricant. Benn paused, allowing him to adjust just enough before he was pulling out and thrusting his hips once more. Hips slamming against him.
Shanks had to keep the hand over his mouth, just to make sure that he could keep the noises he was making quiet. Which each rut that Benn gave to him, it brought another noise from him. He could feel the fabric of Benn's jeans scrapping up against the skin of his ass, stinging as it connected with him. His hands snaking underneath his shirt to get a better grip onto his hips, pulling him back in time with his thrusts.
Shanks settled his head against the wood, his hat hanging around his neck now, knocking it off in the process. His other hand curling into his hair as he pulled at it to try and focus on anything else. He couldn't make any noise. Risk letting the others know about their transgressions going on just above them.
"So good for me, Shanks." Benn purred, bending over until his mouth was over Shanks' ear. It felt like the air was being knocked out of him which each one of the snaps of Benn's hips. The harsh and quick pace that the First Mate had settled on. The way that his body was being forced forward. "So nice and tight around me."
He felt his eyes roll into the back of his head as one of Benn's hands moved to the front of him. Grabbing ahold of his own neglected cock and jerking it to the same timing that Benn had settled on. The harsh drag of the calloused skin of the older pirate's hand against the sensitive nerves of the head of his member. Benn was grunting, biting down on the butt of his cigarette enough that it kept his sounds quiet.
He couldn't stop the loud moan that escaped from him as his stomach started to twist. His high quickly approaching. His legs were starting to shake as Benn hit his prostate with a harsh snap. Benn's other hand moved to cover his own on his mouth. Adding the additional coverage to conceal the fact that Shanks could no longer control the volume of his voice. Shanks reached back with his other hand, settling it on Benn's still clothed hip, curling his hand into Benn's sash. Trying to pull him even closer to chase the approaching climax.
Benn had taken the silent plea, his movements getting harsher. Each time hitting that bundle of nerves. A twist of his wrist bringing him even closer. He cursed as he came. Hard enough that his vision blurred for a second. Coating Benn's hand and the inside of his underwear. Drenching the fabric in his own seed as Benn's hips snapped, his cock pulsating as the older pirate's climax splashed into him. Coating his inner walls as he tightened around Benn. Pulling groans from Benn as the older pirate's forehead settled on his neck.
The red head was practically heaving as Benn stopped moving, staying where he was for a moment as they tried to catch their breath. Benn's hand dropped from his mouth, grabbing at his cigarette to pull it away from his mouth, as he let his own hand fall, turning his head so he could connect his lips to the older pirate's. Their lips dancing together for the second as Shanks smiled.
Benn pulled out of him, his seed dripping down Shanks' thigh as he pulled away. The red head had bit down on his lip to keep the moan from slipping past his lips as Benn pulled his pants back over the curve of his ass, replacing it as if nothing had happened. Fixing himself and resituating his jeans.
"It appears you need to get cleaned up, Captain." Benn grunted.
"It would." Shanks muttered, leaning his chin against his palm as he looked at Benn through his eyelashes. "Care to join me for a bath?"
Benn snorted, "Let's go."
Shanks stood up, stumbling on his feet on shaky legs. The older pirate reaching out to balance him. This was going to be a bitch and a half to get down from the crow's nest.
And, it was all completely Benn's fault.
Though, he would one hundred percent do it again.