Black Hearted

Part 17

Mark caressed Sean's neck, keeping him in the kiss. Kissing Sean was nothing like he had expected. Sean was timid and so hesitant. He tasted sweet, like the rum he had been drinking.  The longer they kissed, the more he started to smell something. It was coming from Sean's skin. The scent was like that of grass after a fresh rainfall. Light and inviting. Sean adjusted on his lap, his hands grasping his shoulders and pushing him down across the bed. Mark let him do it without resistance. Even when he broke the kiss. Mark relaxed against the bed, watching Sean closely. His body felt so calm, but he was internally terrified. He couldn't resist Sean. Sean hiccupped removing his sword belt and shirt. While he was a bit distracted, Mark touched the amulet around his neck. Tapping the amulet with his finger, he asked Sean curiously. "Sean? Can you remove my curse with this?" Sean glanced down at it, then shook his head. Mark sighed heavily, letting his hands fall back over the pillow above him. 

Sean touched his cheek to draw his attention back up to him, leaning over him to ask him in a voice that was anything but a whisper. "Shhh, You wanna know a secret?" Mark nodded a bit disinterested. He was sure this was something a crew member told him. Which meant that it wasn't a secret. Sean grabbed his amulet and told Mark seriously. "This amulet can't break your curse. It's too small..." Mark rolled his eyes as Sean continued on a little softer. "However, The Sea Crown can." That drew Mark's full attention and in his excitement, he asked him hopefully. "I thought the Sea Crown was a vault of treasure? Are you telling me it's just a magical rock?" Sean's eyes widened and he smacked Mark hard across the face. Mark grabbed Sean's waist about to toss him off the bed for that, when Sean told him bluntly. "It's NOT a magical rock! Well... It is... but... It's complicated! No one knows what else is in there." Mark propped himself up onto his elbows, questioning him farther. "Do you know what this Sea Crown looks like?"

Sean thought for a long moment, then shook his head. Mark gritted his teeth, listening as Sean added in smugly. "I do know, that I'm the only one that can get it though." Mark's eyes locked on Sean, asking him in a cold voice. "What?!" Sean giggled and booped his nose, telling him in a charming voice. "That's right... I didn't tell you. Only a royal can find and open the vault. Kind of funny, right? You caught me and tried to throw me back for a common Mermaid. You would have been mean to her and she would have told you nothing. Cause she's not born with the gift to find it." Mark narrowed his eyes on Sean, growling out. "When were you going to tell me this?" Sean crossed his arms over his chest, stating flatly. "I just did, silly..." Mark grumbled out under his breath. "Then why does the boo-... The lore say that a mermaid is needed?" Sean's eyes narrowed on him a moment, than he lightened up to answer. "You can use a mermaid. She just has to be a royal." Mark nodded to himself.

Mark was going to question him farther. He needed to know more. He had so many questions still left. When he looked at Sean though... Sean kissed him again.  Pulling out Mark's propped arms, Sean laid him back again. This kiss was more wanting and Mark found himself matching his desire. Mark wanted to flip him over and take him, if that was what he desired, but every time his hand slid up Sean's side... Sean would cringe and shy away. It wasn't until he managed to coax Sean into undressing with him that he realize how much of a virgin Sean was. Sean couldn't bare to look at him below the waist and barely touched him now without shaking. Mark tried to coax him back onto his lap, but Sean only huddled himself up on the corner of the bed. Mark tenderly touched Sean's foot, asking him lightly. "Isn't this what you wanted?" Sean nodded, then shook his head shortly after. Laying out across the bed, Mark draped an arm over his eyes, mumbling out dryly. "Well, make up your mind. Cause I don't have all night."

Mark waited for a few minutes, feeling himself starting to drift off. It wasn't until he felt a hand slid up his leg that his awareness came back. He didn't move though. Staying as still as he had been. Slowly, he felt Sean move over him and get comfortable without touching him. Sean took his arm, moving it off his face as he nervously mumbled out. "Mark... I don't know what to do." Mark kept his neutral expression. He had guessed from Sean's reaction that he didn't know hardly anything about sex. Keeping his every moment slow and cautious, he got Sean to finally sit on his thighs. He didn't doubt that teaching him how to do this would take up a whole night by itself. Mark didn't say anything. He just took Sean's hands and started with basics. Getting him to touch his chest and getting him familiar with how his breathing changed. Mark tried to guide Sean's hands lower, but Sean jerked away. Hopping off his lap to grab the rum off his desk as an excuse to stall.