The kid fought a furious flush in what was at least as much discomfort as anger. It didn't help any in the area of him being a distraction.
"That - I did not want to know that," he hissed, but the volume of his voice had noticeably dropped. "You're almost twice my age, sir."
It amused Eoleo, how the Ayuthay prince kept addressing him in terms of respect but almost always sounded like he was spitting the words.
"'M fairly sure I'm well over that," Eoleo bragged with a grin. "Thirty-three."
Amiti sighed, exasperated, clearly thinking there was more important stuff to discuss at the moment than mathematical nitpicking, but he did answer. "Nineteen."
Eoleo blinked. "... You don't look it." The kid - young man - whatever - visibly barely refrained from saying something that would probably be along the lines of Told you so! "Wait, so you're legal? Damn."
The not-actually-jailbait blanched and needed a fair amount of time to compose himself enough to stutter, "I... That - that is such a despicable reaction, Captain, I can't find words for it."
"Pff! Legal takes all the fun out of it! In sex just as in everythin' else!"
"Captain!!"
Now that was funny. The more disgusted he got, the more respectful he was, apparently.
"What? Pirate, Your Highness," Eoleo reminded him, leaning down into the prince's face with a snicker. "Pirates do illegal stuff."
"Out of need!" Amiti was quick to point out, outraged.
Eoleo thought about it for a second, then shrugged. "Yeah. Mostly. But some illegal stuff we do just for kicks, too."
He slammed a hand against the wall, right next to Amiti's head, and his grin widened as the boy tensed. His naked shoulder almost brushed Eoleo's wrist.
"So, anyway, thanks for noticing we still got reasons for most what we do," Eoleo resumed shamelessly. "And if you're that worried, guess you better be puttin' some clothes on from now on."
"I'm sorry, sir, I'm just no good at taking orders," he hissed.
"Oh, 's no order. Just a piece of advice. Wouldn't want to provoke me, hm." He grinned wider.
The boy was absolutely livid, but, to his credit, he simply straightened and glared harder. "And of course, I am to assume you are very easily provoked?"
Eoleo broke into loud guffawing laughter. "Eh, you don't wanna find out how easily!"
Amiti just kept staring at him as he laughed, until his hilarity subsided. When he eventually sobered up, Eoleo was finding the stare pretty unnerving. The Ayuthay prince's stony face didn't give him even a clue of what was going on in that pretty head of his.
"... Yeah?"
Amiti threw a quick glance around them, then, having confirmed they were alone on this part of the boat, gave the slightest shake of his head, his light blue hair fluttering above his shoulders. "Nothing," he said.
Then the brat - who actually wasn't one - very deliberately trailed his hands down to the waistline of his skirt-like pants and tugged on the string that tied them closed. The garments obediently tumbled to the floor of the deck, and suddenly the only thing he was still wearing was a couple of those silly golden Ayuthay sashes hanging around his crotch. The fact he had no more hair on his legs than on his chest really did nothing to help the fact he looked much younger than he claimed to be.
His thighs looked smooth and pale. Eoleo could make out a hint of a hipbone jutting out above the sash on one side, and the vague outline of his cock disturbing the cloth covering it - if the kid even had one.
When Eoleo looked back up to his face, the prince was slightly flushed, but he met his gaze head-on.
"Huh," Eoleo said.
"Well?" Amiti snapped back, lifting his chin high, and he was really damn well asking to be ravished.
Ravishing was the kind of thing pirates did, after all. So Eoleo just shrugged before grabbing him by the jaw and kissing him hard, and harder.
Questioning of Authority (3/4)
"That - I did not want to know that," he hissed, but the volume of his voice had noticeably dropped. "You're almost twice my age, sir."
It amused Eoleo, how the Ayuthay prince kept addressing him in terms of respect but almost always sounded like he was spitting the words.
"'M fairly sure I'm well over that," Eoleo bragged with a grin. "Thirty-three."
Amiti sighed, exasperated, clearly thinking there was more important stuff to discuss at the moment than mathematical nitpicking, but he did answer. "Nineteen."
Eoleo blinked. "... You don't look it." The kid - young man - whatever - visibly barely refrained from saying something that would probably be along the lines of Told you so! "Wait, so you're legal? Damn."
The not-actually-jailbait blanched and needed a fair amount of time to compose himself enough to stutter, "I... That - that is such a despicable reaction, Captain, I can't find words for it."
"Pff! Legal takes all the fun out of it! In sex just as in everythin' else!"
"Captain!!"
Now that was funny. The more disgusted he got, the more respectful he was, apparently.
"What? Pirate, Your Highness," Eoleo reminded him, leaning down into the prince's face with a snicker. "Pirates do illegal stuff."
"Out of need!" Amiti was quick to point out, outraged.
Eoleo thought about it for a second, then shrugged. "Yeah. Mostly. But some illegal stuff we do just for kicks, too."
He slammed a hand against the wall, right next to Amiti's head, and his grin widened as the boy tensed. His naked shoulder almost brushed Eoleo's wrist.
"So, anyway, thanks for noticing we still got reasons for most what we do," Eoleo resumed shamelessly. "And if you're that worried, guess you better be puttin' some clothes on from now on."
"I'm sorry, sir, I'm just no good at taking orders," he hissed.
"Oh, 's no order. Just a piece of advice. Wouldn't want to provoke me, hm." He grinned wider.
The boy was absolutely livid, but, to his credit, he simply straightened and glared harder. "And of course, I am to assume you are very easily provoked?"
Eoleo broke into loud guffawing laughter. "Eh, you don't wanna find out how easily!"
Amiti just kept staring at him as he laughed, until his hilarity subsided. When he eventually sobered up, Eoleo was finding the stare pretty unnerving. The Ayuthay prince's stony face didn't give him even a clue of what was going on in that pretty head of his.
"... Yeah?"
Amiti threw a quick glance around them, then, having confirmed they were alone on this part of the boat, gave the slightest shake of his head, his light blue hair fluttering above his shoulders. "Nothing," he said.
Then the brat - who actually wasn't one - very deliberately trailed his hands down to the waistline of his skirt-like pants and tugged on the string that tied them closed. The garments obediently tumbled to the floor of the deck, and suddenly the only thing he was still wearing was a couple of those silly golden Ayuthay sashes hanging around his crotch. The fact he had no more hair on his legs than on his chest really did nothing to help the fact he looked much younger than he claimed to be.
His thighs looked smooth and pale. Eoleo could make out a hint of a hipbone jutting out above the sash on one side, and the vague outline of his cock disturbing the cloth covering it - if the kid even had one.
When Eoleo looked back up to his face, the prince was slightly flushed, but he met his gaze head-on.
"Huh," Eoleo said.
"Well?" Amiti snapped back, lifting his chin high, and he was really damn well asking to be ravished.
Ravishing was the kind of thing pirates did, after all. So Eoleo just shrugged before grabbing him by the jaw and kissing him hard, and harder.