Black Hearted

Part 39

Sean turned his head away until his chin was no longer on Nate's fingers. Nate had said that so confidently that Sean could no longer look him in the eyes. Blushing so badly that it traveled across his face to the tips of his ears, he mumbled out shyly. "I can't do that..." Nate leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling his ear as he told him smugly. "Not with that attitude." Sean locked his jaw and swallowed nervously. His didn't want to look at Nate, but his eyes were drifting back out of curiosity. Nate leaned back to give Sean space, telling him more casually. "What makes you think that you can't?" Sean licked his dry lips, mumbling out after. "I... I don't want to demean him." Both Mark and Nate chuckled. Sean stared at Nate confused and a little hurt. With a sudden sympathetic look, Nate composed himself to say sweetly. "Oh, Sean... This isn't about demeaning him. You won't change who or what he is. This is about you making him relax by taking away the stress he deals with. As a Captain, he's always on guard and bossy... Our job is to take that from him and remind him that he's only human."

Sean raised an eyebrow, saying softly. "I'm not sure I follow." Nate slipped off Mark's back and moved around behind Sean. Sean shivered, feeling Nate's warm hands touch his bare shoulders. Next to his ear, Nate whispered in a smooth relaxing voice. "Ok. Let me put it to you this way. Everyone on your island respects you because you're the prince, right?" Sean's body was starting to tense up as he tried to predict what Nate was going to do. Feeling uneasy, Sean nodded. Nate's hands slid around to the back of his shoulders, telling him. "They won't let you be you, will they? They expect you to be strong. A shiny pure model for the younger generation to look up to. You're untouchable to them... but that makes you feel lonely, stressed, and afraid on the inside... Right? Always living up to their standards and expectations." Sean closed his eyes with a heavily sigh. It was hard to deny it, when he knew Nate had lived through it himself. He knew it was true. Sean gave a smaller more reluctant nod. One of Nate's hands gently grasped the back of his neck, asking suggestively. "What do you think your daddy would think of you right now? Dressed up like this and kissing the ass of a pirate?"

Sean clenched his jaw hard as a distraction to keep his whole body from shaking. He didn't want to know what his family back home would say. None of it would be very approving. He knew that much. He'd disappoint them with his weak heart. Against his ear, Nate purred into it coolly. "Do you think I care about your family? About your title? What they want you to be?" Sean shook his head unable to utter a single word. Nate grinned over his ear, stating out casually. "Exactly. I know what you are... I just don't care. When I knock off your crown... what's left?" Sean swallowed, listening to Nate finish off in a smug tone. "You're just a man. A man who wants to live a little without being judged for something that feels this good." Sean opened his eyes, but before he could ask... Nate shoved him down over Mark's back by the back of his neck. Pinning Sean's head down on Mark's back, Sean let out a pleasurable yelp as Nate's other hand slipped between his legs to stroke his cock.

Mark rose up onto his elbows, looking over his shoulder as Sean moaned across his back. Sean's hands held Mark's sides in a needy embrace. He couldn't help it. The feeling was incredible. After only a few seconds, Nate released him and asked with a smirk. "Now tell me. Did that feel demeaning to you? Or did you want me to keep going because it felt good to do something other than what people expect of you?" Sean slowly rose off Mark, panting a little. Taking a shaky breath, he answered slightly breathless. "You know... You could have just said that it removes life's stress by letting yourself be someone else behind closed doors." Nate rolled his eyes with a smile, dismissively stating out. "Where's the fun in that? Now you ready to do this or not?" Sean slipped a hand between his legs to try and remove the feeling of Nate's hand there. Nate patted Sean's thigh, telling him sweetly. "Easy Sean... You're working him up and we haven't even started yet." Sean blinked perplexed, following Nate's eyes toward Mark.