9/11 Short Story

Law had noticed that S/O was late for dinner but didn’t really question it out loud. He wasn’t their babysitter after all and trusted that they would show up sooner or later. After all it was dinner and he would scold them for missing a meal if they didn’t show. The captain had began eating, only his crew was talking among themselves. Since he did not really do group conversations during dinner. Normally he would maybe say a would or two, he was better at one on one conversations. The dark haired man tightened his hold on his fork when he felt hands on his knees. Everything clicked together and quickly realized that S/O was under the table. Unsure of what their plan was till their hands slid up closer to his crotch. He frowned in deep thought, …show more content…
Their hand softly palmed against the tent in his pants and Law took another bite of food. S/O used one hand to tease him. Within seconds he realized his mistake, this was going to be much harder than he originally thought. Chewing on his food slowly, he tried to focus on eating. Which became harder as his S/O undid his pants, pulling them down along with his underwear. He felt his cheeks begin to heat up, but managed to keep calm enough to keep the blood rushing to his face. After all, he didn’t want his crew to find out what the two were doing. S/O proceeded to take him into their mouth, moving their tongue ever so slowly around the head. They rested both their hands on his thighs, trying to keep quiet themself. With his S/O taking their time, his crew had finished eating and a couple of them went to do dishes. Law had finished his food and was running out of distractions fast. “Captain, are you okay?” one of them asked and Law grunted and glared in response. All of them took that as a sign to leave him alone. So all of them cleared the room and once they did, Law let out a sigh he had been holding