<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/sjWRc.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Lucas. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6402300#msg6402300)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret - Captain's Quarters.<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Christoph.</div>There was no way of knowing the rather devious plan within the other man's mind. Lucas hadn't been given so much as a name, let alone and insight into how the pirate's mind worked. As far as he was concerned, he was simply in quite a luxurious room for the remainder of the night and would leave promptly the next morning, coin in hand; it was unusual to be on a ship, but aside from that there was nothing troubling about Chris' attitude.<br/><br/>A hand ran over the coin that lingered happily within his pouch as he blinked across at his client, expecting to be point towards the bed. Typically people didn't think much of foreplay with a prostitute; Lucas was there to perform a service that was often rather quick, not to offer any illusion of care or affection. Apparently that wasn't how Chris saw things however, as the tall man remained silent, turning to the whore with a small smirk. Lucas didn't move; merely arching an eyebrow as he waited for whatever might happen.<br/><br/>Chris was quick. The boy's eyes widened slightly as he felt hands pushing him back firmly against the door they had passed though. There was barely a pause before lips pressed firmly against his own and he moaned into the dominant gesture, arching his body towards his client. Perhaps the sound was a little louder than needed, but he didn't need to act; Chris was quite talented himself and Lucas groaned quietly as the hand gripped golden hair, his hips tilting forward to brush against the other man's. The boy gasped sharply as he felt the thigh press between his legs, lips slightly flushed once the kiss broke enabling his shuddering breath to echo over Chris'.<br/><br/>"Mm... Yessir." He replied, his tone low and seductive before he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the crook of Chris' neck, his tongue flicking slowly over the skin in a teasing movement. Hands lifted to rest on the man's chest, gripping the fabric there just enough so that they couldn't separate too far...