(Gil x Harry)
It was another day down in the Isle. Sure, the barrier has been down for a while now but many villains choose to stay where their home truely is; at The Isle of the Lost. Despite Uma leaving for Auradon to relax with Mal, Evie and the others; her second in commands Harry and Gil stay in the Isle to "look after". Harry has now taken over Ursula's Fish & Chips for his own pirate crew while Gil... well Gil just wants to be with Harry.
Gil's POV:
"Yeah sure I'd love to go to Auradon and spend time with the others. I've missed having Jay around to be my fuck buddy when either one of us was horny as fuck. Although, I've moved on from Jay and now I want someone else." Gil thinks to himself while drinking a pint from the joint. He looks around the the clusters of mates all gathered around with each other. It's there where he spots Harry.
"Oh Harry. Uma's first mate, decked out in his dark vested coat, ripped tee and and abundant number of accessories. Plus, that eyeliner makes him look super sexy." Gil thinks again, gazing into Harry's dark, dreamy eyes. "No! What am I thinking! Harry would never. I mean, even Jay knew that he was straight. I thought I was straight too... but thinking about Harry fucking my brains out is fucking amazing. It makes me horny just thinking about it." Gil continues.
Harry looks at everyone, staring at them, ensuring that they're doing just what he wants. That's where he stops at Gil, looks at him dead in the eye. Gil snaps out of his trance, visibly shaken.
"Oh shit. Was he looking at me? Did he notice my growing bulge? Fuck I'm screwed." Gil frantically thinks over and over. Gil looks back towards Harry who is still eyeing him off. Suddenly Harry nods towards Gil and tilts his head towards the toilet. Not even a minute passes and Harry gets up from Uma's former coral chair, smirks and leisurely walks towards the saloon doors under the sign "TOILETS" all the while staring at Gil. Gil gives it another minute before he too anxiously walks towards the toilet.
Gil enters through the saloon door and heads down the small hallway to the mens room. After the creaking door opens, he sees Harry leaning against the basin, tapping his hook amongst the ceramic bowl. Gil slowly closes the door and stands next to it, fearing what will happen next.
"Lock the door." Harry says while staring at his devilish face in the cracked mirror.
Gil slowly turns around and twists the lock. Taking heavy breaths, Gil works up the courage to turn back around when-
WHAM. Harry closes in on Gil. Pushing his whole body against the door. Gil, scared, is stiff agains the door while Harry's hands rest next to his head to block either side from Gil's escape. Harry's arms tense, showing steadiness while also his veins straining out from his skin. Gil can't help but think what big, strong muscles Harry has attached to the pale, lanky boy.
"You have a problem with me matey?" Harry asks firmly, keeping a steady structure, staring into Gil's heart and soul.
"Uh...no no... Harry please... why would I ever have a problem with you?" Gil asks back cowardly, awkwardly laughing in between pauses.
"Oh I'm not saying it's a bad problem. But that bulge in your pants tells me that I'm doing something to you." Harry continues, his sexy Scottish accent turning Gil on even further. Not to mention the husky breathing down his next is also quite sexy. "Let's take a little look shall we?" Harry finishes, throwing his hook onto the floor under the basin, the metal ping resonating off of the walls.
Harry takes his right hand off of the wall, and gently strokes Gil's chest, leading from his upper chest, to his abs all the way down to his belt buckle. One-handley, Harry pops open Gil's belt buckle and slides his belt right off. I suppose carrying a hook in one hand most of the time sure makes it easy to do things with one hand. Gil's dark, leather pants loosens just enough for Harry to reach in and feel around for Gil's throbbing member.
Through the thin layer of his briefs, Gil can feel Harry's hand grasp his cock, gently stroking what he can. Pre-cum drips and dampens the fabric and Gil looks pleasurably up at the ceiling, shocked at what is happening at the moment. Harry still stroking Gil continues to stare deep into Gil's eyes, his smirk growing wider and wider. Harry reaches the damp spot.
"Well, someone is sure getting excited aren't they?" Harry states, quickly pulling his hand out of Gil's pants and walking away.
"That's it?!" Gil exclaims, surely not far off from busting his load.
"No." Harry cuts him off. "I'm going to watch you stroke yourself. And I'll keep you motivated!" Harry grins, leaning his back towards the basin and watching Gil. Harry begins to undress. He takes off his coat and many accessories. Gil, waiting with confusion hears another belt buckle pop, and looks down at Harry, his cock eagerly growing. Gil begins to take a step forward.
"No no no." Harry stops him. "You can only see, you cannot touch." he finishes as his pants slide to the ground. Now both men are standing there, looking at one another. Harry has his growing cock covered in his thin black briefs wearing nothing else but his ripped tee. Gil undresses too, keeping his leather shirt on and also trapping his throbbing member under his brown briefs.
Gil starts, hugely turned on by the sight of Harry. Gil's briefs drop to the floor, as his whopping 8 inch cock bounces. The cold air tickling the pink head. Gil uses his pre-cum to wet his cock, stroking back and forth, leaning against the door. Gil closes his eyes and continues to stroke, treating it like another late night in his bed.
Harry stares on, surprisingly also turned on. Harry steps out of his briefs and his pale cock, all 7 inches of it, is coupled in Harry's hand. Harry strokes and stares at Gil the entire time.
"Gosh this is fucking hot." Harry thinks to himself, spitting some saliva on his dick as lube. Harry stares on, stroking his member while Gil strokes his own at quite a regulatory pace.
A few minutes go by with the two men still keeping to themselves. Occasionally Gil will look towards Harry and the pale stick he holds, while Harry never looks away from Gil. Plump muscles, tanned skin and long, luscious hair is what keeps Harry going. Gil soon winces in pain "Oooh fuck I'm going to cum soon" he shouts. Harry jumps towards him, roughly taking Gil's hand off of his cock.
"Oh no you don't!" Harry exclaims. "You started this, and now it has to finish." Harry continues, throwing Gil's arm to the side and pulling him towards the basin. Harry rests upon the ceramic bowl once again, cock flicking against Gil. Harry takes both hands and sits them atop Gil's shoulders. With all the force he could conjure, he pushes Gil down onto his knees. There it was, Gil's hopes and dreams staring right in front of him. Harry's 7 inch is just one more inch away from Gil's face.
"Well." Harry nods on. Gil takes a second to admire the beauty he sees before him. "Oh for booty's sake." Shouts Harry as he reaches around Gil's head and slides the 7 incher straight into his mouth. It was definitely a new experience for Harry. Sure he's had straight blowjobs but nothing from a man.
Gil reacted instantly. Taking control of the cock and sucking back and forth, wetting the cock as he went. Before he knew it, Gil had managed to deep throat Harry's cock and take it like a pro. He's had experience with Jay but this is something else. Gil continues to suck on the slender yet tasty cock while Harry guides his head gently.
"I actually wanted you to fuck me Harry." Gil tells as he takes a second to breathe.
"Unfortunately that's for another day my matey." Harry scoffs and takes Gil right back on the cock. One more deep throat later and Harry has released his seed into Gil's mouth. Sucking and swallowing all of Harry's semen without much mess at all. Gil stops sucking Harry off and takes a deep breath while stroking harder and faster his own cock.
"Oh fuck yeah I'm cumming!" Gil yells as large cum strips shoot from his cock onto the toilet floor under the basin. As both men pant at what just occurred, the lust in both men's eyes means that their time together wasn't over.
Gil stands up as both men begin to redress.
"So um... another time?" Gil asks as he's wiping away the cum spit from his face.
"Yeah... another time." Harry smirks. Gil unlocks the door and leaves the room as if nothing happened. Harry takes another moment to gather his things and bends over to pick up his hook from under the basin. Harry notices a sticky substance doused over the hook. He takes a finger, drags it through and licks the sweet, salty semen. A quick rinse and Harry leaves the dirty toilet, heading back to his crew.