<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Altair cared little to hear of the man's true ability. The sooner he was finished, the better. He was just a stepping stone to get to his next destination, and what would be considered an inconvenience. He simply had to balance making it good, but also not too good. He didn't want to be remembered, and he certainly didn't want to give the man any ideas about keeping him around. So he did not try to go out of his way, unwilling to get to it like he might have a man whom he had any sort of affection for, but likely plenty up to par with some of the others the Captain had previously. <br/>
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He tasted like salt and musk, which was to be expected on a ship where fresh water was too precious a commodity to waste. Altair didn't appear bothered, taking more of him as he became fully erect. Every once in a while he laved the underside before taking him a little deeper, relaxing his throat as he'd been trained to do. Like anything, it took some stretching to accommodate the size. He was careful of his teeth, though the captain was too large for him to cover them with his lips. Careful, regulated breathing through his nose, and eventually the man came to slide very nearly hilt deep into Altair's throat. When he ejaculated, he hoped it was with him buried past his tongue. He didn't want it on his person when he wasn't sure when his next bath was going to come, nor did he want to taste it. <br/>
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Long fingers gently fondled the man's scrotum, in the hopes that it would bring him right along. Pretty standard practice, though Altair had a hard time feigning the proper enthusiasm. He didn't think the Captain would believe him anyway if he suddenly turned into a wanton slut, and so he cut the act, and simply went about the task he'd been given.</span></span>