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There's a brief moment where Hickey hesitates—he's still self-conscious about the scars on his ass. But he pushes past that, moving his hands to his clothing as Hickey undoes his own trousers, slipping them and his smallclothes down to his knees.

"If you want me to undress, then that's what you'll get. I'm giving you what you want."

He does want it. They've fumbled about in bed, intimate but always with some sort of barrier. He doesn't want that tonight. If Hickey wants to take him like a woman, then he wants all of him in turn.

Crozier touches under the hem of his shirtsleeves, then pushes his fingers up to bare his chest appreciatively. It was rude to admire him back on Terror; rude, and horribly indecent. But now...

"Let me take off your shirts."

It's been a while since he had a liaison like this. Slow. Appreciative. Able to drink in and enjoy the simple act of touching and admiring the other man. He likes it.

There's a small grin on Hickey's face as Crozier touches his chest. He gives the man a little nod before saying, "Go ahead. Even indulge in it, if you want."

He had every intention of doing just that, Hickey's approval or not. He rises and pulls off outer shirt, then begins to work on his shirtsleeves, fingers trailing over his slim, muscular stomach and light hairs leading down to his cock.

He's as red as his head and beard all over, in his cheeks and on his chest, in the way his skin seems to blush as he touches and caresses him. His elbows and fingers, his knees, the deep red of his cock and the area of his throat he's been kissing and sucking.

Crozier groans quietly to himself and leans forward to kiss his shoulders, hands reaching down to cup his arse.

He pauses, feeling the scars. The scars he'd given him.

He can feel Crozier's fingers on his scars. They're still there. They'll always be there. Having them re-open once he was sick enough, once he felt that illness in the tins debilitate his body, that certainly didn't help. They've healed since then, but that change their existence.

"Just move past them," he quietly reminds Crozier. Because Hickey doesn't want to think about that. He doesn't want to think about the man who lashed him like that mostly out of spite. "Kiss me instead."

Crozier shakes his head. He’s here to atone, just as Hickey had done. He’d been a terrible captain, a brute, too in the bottle to do anything but lead from his cabin.

He keeps his hands on the scars and kisses him, drawing him closer to press his hips flush against him. His hands caress along the curve of his hip and down his thighs, over those scars with deliberate tenderness.

He loves all of him, especially the part he’d marred.

The sensation of having his scars tenderly touched is new for Hickey. Billy never really touched them. Might have been a little guilty about the whole thing. Hickey always made it so Norton couldn't ever touch them. This is...hell, possibly the first time ever that someone's touched his scars with such tenderness.

It's odd. Lovely, but odd.

Hickey presses his body against Crozier's adjusting his position so that as much of their body that can touch is touching. Hickey adjusts one hand to ruffle Crozier's hair, stroking it slightly before giving the man a small tug, signaling to Crozier that he should move his head up so that Hickey can get some kisses on the neck and chin.

He tilts his head back and quietly groans as Hickey's bearded face brushes against the more sensitive areas of his neck. He buries his hand in his hair and drags his head up for another kiss, this time pushing his tongue into the other man's mouth to probe and taste him.

His hips push up, against his, meeting the heat between his legs with his own apparent desire.

Hickey lets out a low laugh as he feels Crozier's desire up against his body. Granted, that laugh is inside Crozier's throat thanks to the fact that they're still kissing, but it's visible in his eyes as well.

After a moment, Hickey pauses, pulls himself away for a moment, then grins.

"Spread those legs, darling. You're obviously ready and waiting."

Darling. Is this how it feels to be a woman? Because he very well may swoon.

He does exactly as asked, sitting back and placing the bottle into Hickey's hand. "You'll find me not quite as virginal as you might expect."

"I'm fine with that," Hickey laughs. "I'm not quite as virginal either. Best to do this with someone who knows what they're doing."

He uncorks the vial and starts to slick up his fingers. Hickey's making a show of it, looking over at Crozier and watching his reaction.

"First time with a man though," he adds rather cryptically. His eyes never leave Hickey's fingers, watching them get coated with the slick and thinking of them inside of him.

He squares his jaw slightly and looks up at him in expectation.

When he's got his fingers slicked up, Hickey looks over at Crozier, gives him a wry grin, and then slowly slips his fingers inside the man. He moves them around, starting to open up Crozier, watching his expression with interest and delight all the while.

Oh, fuck.

Crozier lays back against the bed, hands twisting in the sheets as he adjusts to the pressure of Hickey's fingers inside of him.

"Christ, yes."

Hickey adjusts his fingers, moving them around, trying obviously to find the sweet spot. Every groan and moan means that Hickey will just leave his fingers in that spot for the moment longer.

Eventually, he slips a third finger in as well, trying to loosen Crozier up even more.

"That's it," he laughs. "Let's get you nice and loose for me."

"J-Jesus..."

When he's ready, and the pressure of his fingers turns into a sweet ache, he begins to rock up against his hand. He grabs Hickey's shoulder and stares back into his face as he bears down on him, letting out a low, needy groan.

When he feels Crozier rock up against him, that's when Hickey knows he's ready. He moves his fingers out of Crozier, wiping the remainder of the oil and slick on his cock. He's careful as he does this, adjusting his position so that he can slide inside the captain. When it happens, Hickey lets out a low laugh of pleasure, grinning all the while. Once inside, he starts to thrust. Both of them are going to enjoy themselves tonight, thank you very much.

Being fucked by an actual prick is a lot different than fingers, and Crozier is pleasantly surprised as he's filled entirely by him. He gasps quietly at that first thrust, then again, then begins to moan as Hickey sets the rhythms between them.

"Jesus Christ, Hickey, Jesus..."

Hickey grins as he continues to thrust in and out, looking down at Crozier with a wide smile on his face. This is what he wants. This is what he loves.

"Say my name again," he laughs, tiredness in his voice, as he continues to work Francis.

Crozier raises his hands to cup Hickey's face, drawing him down for a desperate kiss. "Hickey," he smirks, nipping at his lip until he's certain it'll bruise.

Hickey gives Crozier a distracted little grin. He loves this. He loves just hearing someone call his name with love in his voice like that. He pushes himself further into Crozier, filling him up as deep as he possibly can, before practically smushing his face down on Crozier's, not at all caring that the man's teeth are now also certainly drawing blood, so that he can kiss him just as ferociously.

There's the coppery taste of blood in his mouth, and he growls and places his hands on Hickey's arms to steady himself enough to push back. He's close, he's very close, and he both loathes and loves that they're both nearing the end.

"Will you....inside?"

"Obviously."

He's feeling stiff as well, ready to collapse and spend himself at any moment—a damn shame, as Hickey wants this to last for an eternity. "But kiss me while it's happening."

And he forces himself downward to try and kiss Crozier again, pushing his tongue in the other man's mouth. And it's only ten or so seconds later that Hickey groans in his captain's mouth and spends inside him. It's a sweet sensation that he hasn't felt in ages.

He pushes himself up as he holds fast to Hickey's head, gasping into his mouth as he feels him spill within him. It's the oddest sensation too, but not in a terrible way.

Crozier reaches down between them for himself, desperate to join him. He spends into his hand and over Hickey's stomach with a hiss, biting his lip again and kissing him fiercely.

Hickey feels the stickiness of Crozier's spend on his stomach. And then, moments later, he feels the tug of teeth on lips as he starts to kiss Crozier back, just as fiercely.

They're a sticky, sweaty, awful mess, but this is the happiest Hickey's been in ages.

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