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It was so vast.
An endless abyss, filled with nothing but stars as far as the eye could see.
The captain gave a soft sigh as he stared out the window of the cruiser that was currently flying him to his new ship, the Invincible II. Ever since the destruction of the first Invincible, the captain had been adamant that a new ship be constructed to actually live up to its name. Or at least, his head engineer wanted it to. Truthfully the crew was more important to the captain than the ship. His head engineer was the one obsessed with the Invincible. And now that the Invincible II was ready for official galaxy travel, the captain wouldn't lie that he was looking forward to see what the future would hold. The idea of finding a new habitable planet for the ten thousand colonists sleeping upon his ship was pretty exciting.
The captain then looked over his shoulder, realizing that he was being stared at. The pilot of the cruiser, Bill, had been constantly glancing at him. The captain glanced back, looking the younger man up and down, trying to gauge what exactly it was he was staring at. The captain raised an eyebrow and offered a smirk. “Something on your mind, cadet?”
Bill blushed heavily, shaking his head a little and turned away, his cheeks red. “Nothing. Nothing, Captain. Just anxiously waiting to get there, heh.” Bill cleared his throat, his nerves on fire.
"Excited to see the Invincible?" the captain asked.
"Oh, uh, yeah, without a doubt," Bill replied. He reached up to wipe the sweat off of his forehead. "I'm--I'm moreso just honored to be flyin' you to it. Huge fan, by the way. Really huge. Been following your career. For quite awhile now," the pilot spoke quickly.
The captain gave a small chuckle. "I'm flattered. I can only guess that's why you've been staring at me this whole time."
“M-My sincerest apologies, Captain,” Bill stuttered out, pulling his collar away from his neck. “Whew. Gettin’ a little hot in here, huh?”
The captain just softly laughed. “At ease, cadet. No need to be nervous. I’m just a normal person.”
“Y-Yes, of course, sir. Sorry, sir. I guess I’m a little...star struck,” Bill said nervously, looking from the captain to the window a few times. The Invincible II was in sight.
But so was Bill’s ass.
The captain backed away from the window he had been staring out, walking over to Bill and watching as the pilot set the cruiser on autopilot to prepare for docking. The blast shields were then activated, shutting out the sight of the ship and the rest of the black abyss.
"You sure do know your way around a cruiser, cadet," the captain remarked. "How come you're not part of the Invincible crew?"
"O-Oh, um, well, I don't think I'd, um, have the credentials to really qualify, sir."
"You sell yourself short. I think you'd be a great addition to the Invincible II. What's your name, son?"
"H-Huh? O-Oh, it's Bill, sir."
“Well, Bill. Don’t ever let anyone tell you not to believe in yourself. You have the confidence and presence of becoming a future captain yourself,” the captain offered with sugar-sweet charm.
“Y-You flatter me, sir...” Bill said with a slight puff of breath.
“As you do me.” They were silent for a moment as they looked at each other, Bill’s cheeks flushed a deep red while the captain was a tone of confidence and power. Bill licked his bottom lip, deep in thought. “See something you like, Bill?” the captain innocently asked.
"Y-Yes, sir...I-I mean--I mean you're an honorable person, captain! An icon! I-I can't express how honored I am to be here in your presence, flying you to your own ship!" Bill stammered, sweating further.
The captain reached a hand out, placing it onto Bill's lower back, just above his tailbone. "At ease, cadet...We have yet to board the Invincible. You are allowed to speak freely to me, you know..."
Bill audibly swallowed when he felt the captain touch his back. Subconsciously, he stepped closer until they were mere inches apart, shaking in his boots.
“I...I-I...” Bill stuttered again.
“It’s alright, Bill. I assure you,” the captain replied. “Please. Tell me.”
Bill bit his lip again before he spoke. “You’re...handsome...and...I’ve give anything...anything...to have a few minutes of your time.”
“Oh, is that so? What kind of few minutes, hmm?” The captain teased as he lowered his hand on Bill’s back to the top of his ass.
Bill looked like he was about to combust, but instead he turned away from the cruiser console...and put all of his attention onto the captain's lips. The captain easily kissed back, giving a muffled chuckle as he held Bill close and let the cadet eagerly ravage his mouth. Tongues darted in and out, touching one another. The captain swallowed up every desperate breath Bill had to give, as both of his hands held firm onto the cadet's ass, squeezing and groping as tight as he could. Bill shuddered against the captain, letting his hands roam up and down the captain's arms and back as they kissed, his dick growing rock hard in his suit. This was a dream come true! Before Bill knew it, he was being shoved down onto the cruiser console and his belt was being undone....and his pants were being yanked down.
"C-Captain...oh god....I've...I've wanted this so badly you have no idea..."
"Oh trust me, cadet, I think I have a pretty good idea," the captain softly laughed. He gripped tightly onto Bill's hips, pressing his own hardened cock against the cadet's naked backside, grinding softly, leisurely...Bill moaned out loud and spread his legs wider to hold himself up better, as he felt the clothed cock brush against his bare ass. It was hot, it was glorious. He was about to be fucked by his idol.
“So eager, aren’t you,” the captain murmured in a deep baritone-type voice. It made Bill shiver and buck his ass back against what he could touch. The captain smiled down at him, rubbing the small of Bill’s back, lightly smacking an ass cheek. Bill yelped at the contact, following it up with another moan. The captain's cock drooled at the sound and he brought his own zipper down his jumpsuit, freed his hardened cock from the suit and slotted himself between Bill’s ass cheeks, smearing his pre over the awaiting hole.
"S-Sir, please," Bill practically begged, sticking his ass out further.
"You have good manners, cadet," the captain praised. "Don't worry. Your captain will give you what you want..."
Even though it was dry penetration, Bill wouldn't have had it any other way. He groaned loudly and tightly gripped the cruiser console, causing the metal to creak in strain. He felt the captain's cock push in deeper, deeper...until the man's hips were flush with his ass.
"Hang on tight, cadet. We'll be docking soon," the captain noted. "Wanna make sure you enjoy this..."
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“You! Straighten your tie! And you! Make sure all systems are online! The Captain is arriving soon and we want to make sure that everything is top shelf tier ready. Got it?!” Mark, the head engineer, shouted at passing crew mates as he walked past them, fiddling with his holographic pad in his hand. The others stayed out of his way as he strolled past, going over any last second work that had to be done, any last list that needed to be put in order, straightening his own clothes, scrubbing his own teeth with a finger. Mark wanted everything to be perfect. The captain was a man that Mark looked up to. Hell, practically every crew member on this ship did. And with the Invincible II now up and running, Mark wanted to impress the captain more than anything. This ship was his baby, new and improved, nothing like the first Invincible. Mark hoped that the captain would approve of it. He was also looking forward to catching up with the man. They had briefly spoken back when the Invincible II was first being built. Mark remembered when the captain had visited the station that day to check on progress. It was only a short time and a few minutes of conversation, but Mark had liked what he had gotten to know. To get to see the captain again, and actually serve with him on this amazing ship, had butterflies swarming in Mark's stomach. He was almost to the docking door where the captain was waiting for him. Mark stopped in the hallway and cleared his throat. He straightened his suit, dusted himself off, even took a sniff of his armpit to make sure he didn’t smell.
“Heh, sweating already, I see,” Celci’s voice sounded from behind him. Mark immediately put his arm down before he rolled his eyes, turning to face her. “You know, if you’d fixed the cooling system like I told you before, you wouldn’t be a smelly fish for the captain right now,” she remarked.
“Hey! I did fix it, thank you very much!” Mark barked back at her. “You’re just jealous that I get to greet the captain first.”
Celci rolled her eyes. “Oh, you don’t have to worry about me being jealous for long. I’m sure you’ll screw things up in no time. Just don’t embarrass us right away, okay? The captain needs to know he’s not being lead by an idiot right off the bat.”
"Well, who's currently the idiot who's not doing her job in Cryo?" Mark snapped back. "Aren't you supposed to be keeping an eye on the colonists to make sure that they don't all die?"
"Under your leadership, they would already be dead..." Celci muttered, walking off back to her station. Mark sneered and composed himself again.
Alert. Shuttle Mamota is now docking.
Mark quickly recomposed himself, strolling towards the docking door as quickly as he could without sweating. He wasn’t going to let that “thinks she knows everything” Celci get in his way of being with the captain. Mark practically danced in place, giddy as a kid in a candy store, anxiously waiting for the doors to open. There was whirring and grinding of machinery. Mark smiled wide and put his hands on his hips, as the doors parted open. He expected to see the captain standing there, looking regal and official as always.
...What he didn't expect to see was the captain bent over cadet Bill on the cruiser console, pants down and moaning obscenely loud. Mark saw the captain's hips thrusting forward, and immediately heard the sound of skin slapping against skin. Lo and behold, the captain's plush pink ass was sticking out proudly, his back muscles flexing as he moved his hips back and forth.
Mark stood there just...staring. His cock was sprinting to life and...oh boy. This not what he expected.
But before Mark could even have a chance to respond, the captain turned to look at him over his shoulder, not ceasing his thrusting.
Mark dropped his jaw before he snapped out of his stupor. “Captain? Um...imma just...close this and...let you finish up...”
"Sorry, cadet. Be with ya in a minute," the captain replied nonchalantly, as he pounded harder into Bill. Mark's face seemed to turn even more red, as he issued the docking doors shut, blocking out the image that was now seared into his brain.
"Guess we took a little too long," the captain chuckled as he kept his hips going, knowing that he was close, along with Bill, who couldn't stop yelping with every moan he gave. "Just a bit more...that's it...that's it..."
"Oh c-captain, ah! AH! F-FUUUUCK! Oh GOD!"
Mark held an embarrassed hand to his own sweating face, as he heard the cadet and captain hit their orgasms. Goddamn....
He could hear more shuffling from behind the doors, along with the hushed voices of the captain and Bill. Another minute passed, and the doors opened back up. The captain stepped through them, and held out a hand to Mark.
"Pleasure to see you again, cadet."
At first, Mark wasn't sure how to respond. He was busy glancing at Bill who was struggling to redo his belt. The man was completely flushed.
"H-Huh? Oh! Yes! It's great to see you too, captain!" Mark snapped himself out of his staring and shook the captain's hand. The captain smiled at the blushing man before they began walking towards the bridge of the ship. Mark was chattering up a storm all about all the processes, how everything was under control, even introducing the captain to a few of the crew mates as they walked. It was also funny to listen to the crew talk about him in whispers. He heard helmsman Tyler mention how handsome he was while another not-so-discreet crew member pretended to fall in front of him, asking for assistance. It was quite hilarious, actually. But while the captain paid much mind to what Mark was saying...he was also paying attention to how he was walking. His hips had a slight sway; Mark’s voice dripped like honey. He was a true specimen. The captain truthfully had been hoping to see Mark again, ever since his brief encounter with him when the Invincible II was being built. Although slightly oblivious and a bit of a ham, Mark was very attractive. The captain would be lying if he said he hadn't had some pretty dirty thoughts about the head engineer on lazy nights. But now they were traveling together. Maybe perhaps they could finally catch up...
As the captain and Mark stepped onto the main bridge, the captain was greeted by his entire crew who had gathered with glasses of champagne in their hands, raising them for a toast. He was handed a glass from Mark.
"All that's left now is for you to say the word. Try not to get them too excited, Captain. I know how your speeches can get people riled," the head engineer chuckled. The captain chuckled as well, raising a glass with them all.
“As your captain, I can honestly say that I couldn’t be surrounded by a better crew. We shall get those colonists to our new home planet with the best of the best.”
The crew cheered loudly. "Here here!" They then tossed their drinks back, before giving their captain an applause.
"Thank you all," the captain replied. "Now, let's raise this creaking top and start our journey, shall we?"
The crew cheered again, before slowly dispersing and filing out of the main bridge to go back to their stations, with a few of them patting the captain on the shoulder on the way.
Eventually, the main bridge was empty, save for Mark and the captain. Mark watched as his captain approached the main console and started punching in coordinates. He knew it would be a bit before they had to retire to their cryo pods in order to make the jump...so Mark was certain that now was his chance to finally talk privately with the captain. Mark cleared his throat as he approached, clasping his hands behind his back as he looked out at the vastness of space. Just being this close to someone he admired made this moment all the more intense. And after what he’d witnessed on the docking pod, well...Mark couldn’t help but let his mind wander a bit, imagining certain scenarios. But of course, the captain was poised and could not be seduced. Though...Mark could still imagine it. But maybe this was the time where he could truly praise the captain. And maybe talk about what happened?
The captain looked back at him with a smirk. “Something on your mind, Mr. Fischbach?”
“Ehem, er, yes, sir. Actually, may I speak freely?” Mark asked him after clearing his throat.
“Of course,” the captain replied..
“Well, firstly, sir, I don’t believe I had the proper time to gush over you so I’ll get that out of the way first...”
And Mark spilled his guts to the man.
It was quite amusing for the captain, as he listened to Mark ramble on and on about how honored he was to be here serving on the ship with him, how he was ecstatic over the fact that he was actually speaking with him again ever since their first encounter. Mark had admitted that he had really wanted to see the captain again after their first conversation awhile back.
The captain chuckled. "Seems you really make me out to be your idol, Mark. You know, I had been hoping to talk with you again as well. Missed hearing the sound of your voice..."
Mark blushed heavily at that, wishing he could hide it. He just brought a fist up to his lip, biting his finger a little. The captain took notice and chuckled even more as he walked closer to the engineer. He couldn’t help himself as he put a hand on Mark’s shoulder. Mark tensed slightly at the touch, looking him directly in the face.
“Easy, Mark. You can relax. It’s really good to see you again. And you’ve done a marvelous job keeping this ship in tact and making sure everything was perfect for my arrival.”
"Heh, just trying to impress you, sir," Mark replied.
"You've already been impressing me, cadet..." The captain's voice had dropped just a bit lower, almost like what he was saying was only meant for Mark to hear. "Not just with the Invincible...but yourself."
"M-Myself? Um, sir, could you please explain?" Mark's blush only seemed to grow brighter.
The hand that had been sitting on Mark's shoulder slowly ran down the engineer's arm, until it settled on Mark's hip. “Do I really need to, Mark?” The captain whispered between them as he pulled Mark forward until their bodies collided. Mark didn’t have to ask again. He could feel the captain’s explanation through his own jump suit.
"...Just tell me what you want, cadet," the captain spoke in a husky voice that made Mark weak in the knees.
"I...I, uh..."
"Go on," the captain encouraged, letting another hand reach down and begin softly palming at Mark's crotch. The head engineer swallowed hard. He couldn't believe he was asking his captain to do this...
"I...uh...really want you to take me over this console. Like, um...l-like what you did with Bill..."
The captain gave a deep chuckle. "Oh do you? Just like what I did with Bill? You want me to bend you over this console right now, rip off your jumpsuit, and stuff you full of my thick cock until you can taste it on the back of your tongue?"
Mark swallowed and nodded his head at the captain's sultry words. It made the captain smile, lean in, and capture some of Mark’s neck in his teeth, sucking lightly on the skin. Mark moaned at the contact, tilting his head to give his idol better access while simultaneously holding onto the captain's shoulders for stability. The captain placed open-mouthed kisses along the neck, traveling upwards to Mark’s jaw, nipping along the way.
“I hope our little escapade doesn’t distract you from your duties, Mark,” the captain teased.
"It...It won't, sir."
"Hm...we'll see about that." The captain continued to fondle his head engineer, very much enjoying the fact that he was already reducing Mark to a shuddering state. He could feel Mark's hands gripping his shoulders, and he smirked as he reached up and detached them, before guiding said hands down lower, until they were resting onto the captain's ass. "Don't be afraid to touch, Mark. After all, you said you wanted to speak freely. That includes touching too..."
Mark swallowed audibly, feeling the captain's firm buttocks beneath his large hands. God, he wanted to squeeze them so bad.
Well, the captain did give him permission.
Mark obliged him, scrunching the material of the jumpsuit with a fistful of groping. Mark easily let go and squeezed again, creating a pulsing-type pattern, leaning into the man’s neck to take a sniff of the captain's cologne. It was strong, but it was nice. It reminded Mark of their desecrated planet earth...before the core and mantle melted, turning it into a flaming fireball. He tried not to think about it. Mark tried to focus on the moment, the man, the legend. Mark didn’t want to miss out on this. He began pressing his own kisses to the captain’s neck, mimicking the graceful man holding him.
"Mmm, there ya go, cadet," the captain quietly purred, smiling wide like the Cheshire cat as his head engineer tasted his skin.
"Fuck...captain, I've always wanted to do this to you," Mark murmured, kissing harder at the captain's neck and extending his tongue out a bit, tasting more.
"Heh, oh I'm sure you have," the captain agreed. "...Just like how much I've wanted to make you fall apart underneath me. Would love to hear that pretty voice of yours moan out my name." The captain's hand was currently grabbing the zipper to Mark's jumpsuit, working it open and down a little, until there was enough leeway for the captain to slip his hand right into Mark's pants. Mark shuddered against the captain's broad chest, keening, but managing to keep himself upright when he felt the large hand fondle his clothed cock.
“Oooh, fuuuuck....” Mark moaned quietly.
“Mmm, such a sweet sound,” the captain muttered against the man’s neck.
"Mmf...Captain, I..."
"Yes, Mark?" the captain innocently asked.
"I...I want to see you on your knees. Please," Mark requested in a breathless moan.
"Just on my knees?" the captain smirked, slowly kneeling down until he was face to face with Mark's crotch. "What are you really wanting, Mark? Are you wanting my hot, wet mouth on your aching cock? Because that can certainly be arranged..." The captain unzipped his head engineer's suit further, until he was able to fish out Mark's straining cock. Using his weight, the captain forced Mark to lean back against the main console. The captain licked his lips at the sight of Mark's cock, as he gently grasped the base with his hand. He noticed how soft the pubic hair was against his palm, like fresh from a shower. He smiled up at his engineer, slowly beginning to stroke the hardened member.
Mark held on to the console, trying to keep himself up. “C-Captain...”
“Mmm, such a beautiful sight for me,” the captain whispered before licking the tip, collecting some pre on his tongue.
Mark moaned out again, his deep rumble echoing off the walls on the bridge. It was hard to believe this was happening. This was actually happening! With someone he’s admired for so long; with someone who could understand him, see his genius for what it was. It was intoxicating. He wanted so badly to buck into the captain's mouth as it enveloped his cock in that perfect, warm, wet heat. A heavy breath left Mark, as he reached a hand down and dug his fingers into the captain's hair, watching with half-lidded eyes as the man slowly began to bob his head. A few times the captain would glance up at him, making sure he met eyes with Mark, before sinking his head deeper and deeper. Mark trembled when he felt the head of his cock hit the back of the captain's throat.
"Ooh fuuuck..." He heard the sloppy sounds of the captain's eager wet mouth, noticing how the man would gag slightly before pulling back and repeating the motion. The scene was so erotic it was hard for Mark to believe it was actually happening. It didn’t feel real; it didn’t feel like it should be real. But here he was, getting blown by the best captain in the fleet against the console of his own ship. All while being surrounded by stars. Holy fuck...
The captain was sucking him down like an expert because of course. The captain knew his way around pleasing everyone...in more ways than one. And Mark was lucky enough to get a dose of it. The choking sounds made his dick throb, his skin getting hot with the suit and turtleneck he was wearing. Jesus it was hot...so to speak. And it didn’t help that his heart was racing and the captain was going faster and faster and...fuck, and--
That’s when the captain released him with a sloppy pop, drool falling from his lips as he pulled off Mark’s raw hot cock, looking up to meet eyes with the handsome engineer.
“Hmm....delicious. But I think it’s time we do this properly, wouldn’t you say, Mark?” The captain murmured softly, reaching up with his hands to start massaging the back of Mark’s thighs and underneath his buttocks.
“S-Sir?” Mark asked, seemingly confused.
The captain just smiled before he started playing with the rim of Mark’s asshole with a single finger. At this, Mark bit his lower lip and tried to block out his needy moan. The captain was slowly pulling down Mark's pants, revealing more skin for him to taste and touch. Mark wondered if he'd be able to have another one of his fantasies come true...
"Captain...I want you to eat my ass. Please."
"Mmm, with pleasure. Gives me a chance to taste you more." The captain got back to his feet, forcing Mark to turn around and pushing the man's chest down to meet with the console, causing some buttons to beep. The console was cold against his stomach and chest as Mark excitedly waited for what was going to come next. The captain ran his hands over Mark’s lower back and ass cheeks, surveying the beautifully sculpted muscles in their wake.
“You’re simply stunning, Mr. Fischbach,” the captain whispered, before he gave a gentle smack to Mark’s ass cheek.
"Th-Thank you, sir," Mark replied. He felt the captain's hand leave his cheek, but then it had returned with the other hand, spreading open both cheeks. Mark first shuddered at the feeling of the captain's hot breath against his asshole, but dropped his shoulders with a low whine the moment he felt that slippery, wet tongue. "Oh god...yes..."
"Mmmm, just as delicious as I had imagined," the captain crooned, spreading Mark's cheeks wider to shove his face in. The captain wasted no time as he swirled his heavy tongue around the rim, collecting as much of that taste as he could. Mark shuddered against him, pushing back into the captain's face to get more. The captain did not disappoint. He started tracing shapes around the puckered skin, slathering his tongue up and down, pulling back only to dive back in. The captain even used his strong tongue to push into Mark’s ass, swirling it as best he could.
"F-Fuck..." Mark softly cursed. God, this was everything he wanted. He briefly wondered if this is what the captain did to that pilot, Bill, on the cruiser. Mark thought back to that moment when he had caught the captain with his pants down, seeing his perky ass muscles tensing, hearing the sounds of skin slapping skin. The thoughts alone made Mark's cock throb and dribble. The whole cabin was filled with their hot breaths, the captain's probing tongue making sweet slick sounds, and the soft whimpers that Mark was letting out. He fidgeted against the console, the buttons making random sounds beneath him. Luckily, nothing was detrimental to the ship. The screen was locked for good reason. And damnit this was all Mark wanted to focus on right now! Just enjoy himself, what was being done to him, who it was being done by... fuck, this was amazing..
It was also amazing to see the view from here.
Mark was suddenly startled, though, when he felt a finger probe at his opening. He looked back behind him to see the captain had raised a hand, circling the rim of his ass, ready to push in. Mark took a breath and tried to relax as best he could while the captain pressed inside the warm orifice.
"Mmm, there we go, Mark..." the captain purred. He pulled the finger out, quickly sucking on it, before pushing in two more.
"Ah! Oh god...m...more lube, captain. Please," Mark asked in a quiet voice.
"My apologies." The captain retrieved his fingers back, spreading open Mark's cheeks farther and spitting a hefty wad of saliva onto the puckered hole. The captain gently reinserted the fingers, slowly pressing them into Mark’s warmth. He waited a minute or two, kissing and biting at Mark’s ass cheek while the muscles adjusted to his finger’s intrusion. The head engineer sighed out, panting to catch his breath when the captain then began to move the digits in and out carefully. Mark moaned his appreciation, feeling the discomfort going away the more they sank into him. Mark knew what was coming next and his inexperience was shameful...but the captain understood. He wouldn’t be so patient with him if he wasn’t.
“Enjoying yourself, Mark?” The captain's sultry voice asked, interrupting Mark’s thoughts.
"Oh fuck yes, sir..." Mark replied with a satisfied groan. He relaxed further and further, with each time the captain spat another glob of saliva onto his hole to ease the process. Mark could feel it dripping down the backs of his thighs, shuddering as he felt so open, so debauched. Mark rocked back into the captain’s fingers, his thighs feeling cold from the saliva drips.
“Hmm..I think you’re almost ready, cadet. Can’t get enough of my hands on you, hmm?” The captain murmured, pushing and pulling. Mark just nodded, feeling whoozy.
That is until the captain stroked a certain spot inside of him that made Mark jump.
"Ah! Oh fuck, captain, please do that agai--AH! Oh god, yes, yes!" Mark started to babble.
The captain chuckled. "Feels good, doesn't it? Didn't even take me long to find it." He moved his fingers faster, jamming into that spot with every pass. To see Mark come apart like this was mouth-watering.
This was too much, but in all the right ways. Mark moaned louder with each sharp thrust to his prostate. He screamed his pleasure at the window and held on to the console. It felt so damn good.
"Sssshhhhh....easy, Mark," the captain's soft voice broke through Mark's cries, as the man gently caressed one of Mark's legs. The captain carefully removed his fingers, before spitting one more wad of saliva onto Mark's hole and getting back to his feet. He fished out his own cock, which was still hard, even after fucking Bill from earlier. The captain hoped that he'd get to have a longer session with his head engineer...He swabbed his own cock with his own saliva, stroking himself up and down to thoroughly coat his dick. Mark began subconsciously rutting against the captain, which made the man chuckle. “Heh, is this what you want, Mark?” He asked sweetly as he rubbed the head of his cock over Mark's hole.
"Yes, sir. Please. Please," Mark breathed out, his tone entirely desperate. He was undoubtedly ready for this.
"Ssshhh, don't worry," the captain gently hushed him. "You'll get my cock...and maybe even more if you stay put."
Mark gave a loud whine at that, his imagination sending him to even more erotic scenarios. He bit his lower lip and tightly gripped the console as he felt the captain start to push in. The stretch felt incredible. It burned but it burned in all the right ways. Slowly, the captain sank deeper and deeper until Mark felt his ass meet the skin of the captain’s hips. The captain let out a soft moan as he was fully sheathed inside the warmth, looking down at where their bodies connected. Mark was shivering slightly, the turtleneck bunched up just on his back. The captain smiled as he reached a hand down and moved the fabric up to expose more of Mark’s toned muscles and tanned skin. The head engineer was so gorgeous from this angle. The captain might just explode inside of him right now if he wasn’t careful.
“My my, Mark. Such a pretty boy, hmm? No wonder everyone wants to be with you...Quite the looker,” the captain chuckled as he rubbed a hand up Mark’s spine.
The head engineer moaned deeply, pushing back against his captain. "Mmf...s-sir..."
The captain responded by pulling his own hips back, until only the head of his cock was buried in Mark's ass, which grasped on tightly to the thickness. The captain smirked. Mark's ass sure was needy for some cock. He slowly pushed back in, opening up his mouth and letting some more drool spill out to drip onto the head engineer's crack. Mark shivered at the feeling of the liquid dripping down his ass. Jesus, he was gonna keel over if the captain kept this up. Mark was soon letting out that choked moan he was holding as the thick cock slid back in easily, rubbing every wall of his rectum as it passed by. It didn’t take long for his captain’s cock to find Mark’s prostate, dragging over it torturously slow.
“Ooh fuuuuck....Captain....nnng!”
"Mmmm...fuck, you're so tight around me, Mark." The captain repeated the motion, until he had found a slow rhythm, gently jostling Mark's body in place. "Dare I say tighter than Bill."
"S-Sir, I...I want it harder. Please, sir," Mark practically begged. He wanted his captain to fucking ruin him.
“If you’re certain...” the captain whispered as he reached out and pulled on Mark's hair.
"Yes, yes! I am. Please, sir, please..." Mark whined at the pleasurable sting on his scalp.
The captain chuckled. "As you wish..."
"Oh fuck! O-OH FUCK!"
Mark got what he wanted. The captain started jerking his hips hard and fast, creating loud slaps in the quiet humming of the room. And Mark saw nothing but the stars from that point on. His eyes crossed, his mind drifted away into the vast emptiness of space, and he moaned profusely loud as he was fucked raw. He didn’t care if the other crew mates could hear him. Mark was being fucked out of his mind, his prostate taking a brutal punch over and over again. The captain remained poised and in control because of course he would. He’s the captain! A refined man who gives and takes, but makes sure others come before himself.
In a literal sense.
The captain just smiled down at the man beneath him, jolting with every thrust given to him. Mark's ass cheeks jiggled on impact, his back muscles tense under the skin, the sheen of sweat covering his backside. Mark was truly a sight to behold, to be apart of...
"Hang on tight, cadet..." the captain whispered, tightening his grip on Mark's hips and aggressively pounding into him at a rapid speed.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuuuuuuck..." Mark moaned out, his mouth hanging open and drooling all over the console. The head engineer was just floating on cloud nine.
“That’s it, Mark. That’s it...that’s nice. Oh, yes...” the captain moaned out loud as he continued to pound hard. His cock was feeling good in all the right places, Mark’s beautiful sounds and body jostling with him. The captain could feel his own orgasm approaching on them, his cock warm and sensitive.
"Mmf, fuck, fuck, oh god, ah! Ahhh...uhhh..." Mark's words came out disjointed and slurred, completely entrenched in the constant shocks of bliss that ran through his nerves.
"Mmm, you like having your captain's cock inside of you, huh? Just the right size, the right length, big enough to make you melt underneath me." The captain then softly laughed when he saw the pleasured haze in his head engineer's eyes. "You can't even answer me, can you?"
Mark shook his head, panting out his pleasure instead of using words, to engrossed at the tight tug of his hair and the cock pounding at his prostate. His mind was empty, his breath coming out in wheezes. This was pure bliss, pure unaltered pleasure that he never thought he’d get to experience from someone he admired. His own cock bounced with each movement, hard and leaking against the console. Mark made a mental note to get a good cleaning crew in here once they went to sleep, not thinking much else on it. He just wanted to cum. He needed to cum. And the captain could do that for him. But his mind was too drunk to get the words out.
“Mmm, ah...c-cap...puh...plea...” The desperation in Mark's voice could’ve said it, right? The captain would have mercy on him...right?
"Please, what? What do you want, Mark?" the captain teased. He could see just how far gone the head engineer was, how much Mark was obscenely drooling all over the console. "Can you say it, Mark? Or is your head just full of bricks now?"
"C...Cum..." was all Mark could utter out. His eyes crossed further, and he swore he was on the verge of passing out.
“Heh, such a sweet sound from my engineer...” the captain spoke in a teasing tone. “Of course you want to cum...cum so hard that you’ll be making a mess on my bridge, hmm?”
Mark’s eyes were practically rolled up into his head at this point, loving the sound of the captain’s deep voice. His toes were curled, legs numb, everything was tunneled and all he could focus on was the pure pleasure.
“Beg me again, Mark. Beg me and maybe I’ll let you cum...”
“L-Let me....c-cum...c-cum...p-please...” it took every ounce of coherency he had left to mutter those words. And the captain keened above him, finally reaching under him, grasping ahold of his dick. A sharp jolt of pleasure rattled Mark's nerves as his cock was swiftly worked. "Ah! AH! F-FUCK! YES! YES!!" He bucked his hips into that fist, humping desperately while feeling the captain's cock swell inside of him, until he then felt a large rush of warmth.
"Oh fuuuuuuuuuckkkkkk...." the captain groaned out, pushing in hard and keeping his hips in place as he pumped Mark full. "Goddamn, Mark...fuck..."
It didn't take long for Mark to spill his seed along with the captain after he was given a few pumps. It was a mess to behold as his cum shot from the tip, landing on the console and oozing down to the floor. Mark belted out a deep moan, shuddering from the sheer intensity of his orgasm. If he wasn't bent in half over the screen, he would've fallen to the floor. Luckily, he was pinned. It took a few moments for both of them to catch their breaths. The captain released Mark's hair, letting Mark sink his face into his own arms to pant and catch any oxygen he could. The captain smiled, smoothing back Mark's luscious locks away from his sweaty forehead. "You did so well, Mark. Such a good boy for me. Was it everything you imagined? Hmm?"
At first, Mark was unable to respond. He still panted, trying to catch his breath and form a sentence again. Or at least a coherent reply. The captain smiled, being patient as always as he continued to gently run his fingers through Mark's hair, while slowly pulling out of the head engineer. Mark's body tensed, and he let out a small yelp when he felt the thickness leave his ass, to which the captain softly patted it and quietly hushed him. "Ssshhh....easy, Mark. You're okay."
After a few more heaving breaths, Mark finally found his voice. He looked over his shoulder at the captain's flushed but beaming face. "It was...fuck...it was so good, sir. Thank you...thank you so much..."
"Of course, Mark. Anything for my head engineer..."