Dock in the dives, Vienda, early evening
Work, vigilance, and umbrella thoughts screeched to a halt as Matty shuffled on his lap, placing little kisses on Sunner's jaw, sliding his hand up his leg, he got the gist of what the wick was implying.
Sunner only moved his hands to properly situate Matty on his lap, kissing his forehead first, and then moving to attack the wick's neck, nibbling and kissing while his hands moved back down, and then under Matty's-- well, technically his-- shirt and between his legs. He squished one of Matty's butt cheeks on the way down, appreciating the wicks lovely, soft skin. Early on, it had sometimes occurred to him that his hands probably felt like sandpaper to Matty, but no complaints had ever been made. Sunner ran a thumb over Matty's nipple, he was considering if it was warm enough overall in the cabin to fling the blanket off so he could also fling the shirt from Matty's torso.
He decided against it for now, it was nice and warm wrapped up in the blanket, and being cuddly, rather than ravaging the wick, sounded much better. Sunner moved up to kiss Matty properly, and when he pulled back, he leaned back slightly. "You... are truly beautiful." How many times had he said that? Sunner didn't care, he'd repeat it over and over because he knew it was true. Sunner leaned back further, and eventually was laying on the floor. He shuffled a bit, keeping the blanket wrapped around them both.
Sunner stroked the length of Matty's cock, lightly running his rough fingers down from the tip to the base of the shaft. He figured the blanket would eventually end up not wrapped around them, it was already loose, and there would be no way for Matty to keep it tightly bundled up around his back when he inevitably started riding Sunner's dick.