Warnings: smut until the time skip, bondage, somnophilia

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"Will ye make do on yer promises to make this our 'ome? Fer children an' such?" Hongjoong smirked as he followed Seonghwa inside their private quarters. Their bodies were disgusting, but neither cared for the clean sheets as Seonghwa dropped on them. His splayed body invited Hongjoong in; offered its service.

"We can put a crib over there. A nursery one room over," Seonghwa purred as he seized Hongjoong's hips, throwing him into the sheets. Gladly, Hongjoong let himself be pressed down, too fatigued to battle for the dominance he gave up all too willingly. Lazy hands carded into Seonghwa's hair as they kissed. It was sticky with blood, but once more, he could be proud of his husband's improvement in fighting.

"Ye be so charmin', precious," Hongjoong purred as Seonghwa smoothed his hand down Hongjoong's side. With it reignited the lingering heat that never left.

"'Ow do ye want it?" Seonghwa whispered, in a sharing mood since they were riled up from the adrenaline of their fight and triumph.

"Anythin' be fine with me."

Now Seonghwa pulled back. He didn't frown, but his suspicious eyes wandered down Hongjoong's lax form. Usually, there was more spite in him before he turned into putty.

"Be ye feelin' jolly? Ye did nay get 'urt or poisoned, aye?"

"I be jolly," Hongjoong assured him, smirk crooked. "Just too in love with ye to do anythin' but marvel today."

With a fond huff, Seonghwa bent to nibble at Hongjoong's neck. The pirate tilted his head back so the marks would be seen. He was prideful to show off their pair, towards strangers and the crew.

"I'll let ye off the 'ook, then. Let me take care o' ye. Ye can rest if ye want."

Hongjoong lashes fluttered. He was so sleepy, so cosy in Seonghwa's embrace, though their obtrusive clothes and weapons were so filthy. He hummed, lips lethargically responding to Seonghwa's kiss.

They were usually better at taking off their clothes, but their hands were fumbly and their clothes gritty with grime. By the time they were bare and cleaner than before, Hongjoong lolled on the sheets as Seonghwa crawled between his legs. Though Hongjoong's mind was fatigued, his arousal wasn't. It stood proud and needy, begging for attention with enthusiastic twitches. When Seonghwa's plush lips enveloped it in the heaven of his throat, Hongjoong sighed in bliss. His fingers carded into Seonghwa's hair, legs coming to rest over his scarred shoulders. He adored Seonghwa; was so aroused by him. His lashes fluttered as he buried his head in the pillows.

Somehow, he must have dozed off. He knew Seonghwa took his time worshipping him with his mouth, knew he trailed lower later to bury that wicked tongue in Hongjoong's entrance, though he hadn't showered and reeked of blood and sweat. However, his mind was hazy around those memories.

When he came to, Seonghwa had rolled him on his stomach and settled over him. He had just buried deep inside the other pirate, filling him until his head kicked back. The feeling of him inside was glaringly clear. As was the whip Seonghwa had slung around his wrists to pin them to his lower back.

"Oh, ye be aft? I think ye nodded off on me fer a moment," the Pirate Prince noted at Hongjoong's guttural moan. When he leaned forward to grasp Hongjoong's chin in his hand and turned his head, Hongjoong squirmed as the shift pressed deliciously against his spot.

"Pardon," he gasped, keening when Seonghwa's hand slipped to his throat instead, applying mild pressure.

"We can stop if ye be feelin' under the weather," Seonghwa suggested, and though he wanted to punish Hongjoong for his disinterest, he sounded worried. The grip of his hand lightened.

"Absolutely nay. 'eave." Hongjoong angled his hips, bucking them into Seonghwa's to communicate his want. With a chuckle, Seonghwa held him tighter once more.

"Do nay complain about achin' 'ips later, old salt."

"I would never," Hongjoong replied, but he ended in a gasp when Seonghwa slammed into him. His spine arched, strung as a bow as his insides caught Seonghwa's burrowing, swaddled him in an embrace like home. They panted each other's names, harsher than last time as their carnal desires drove them, but Hongjoong still felt he couldn't keep up. He liked Seonghwa's hand cutting into his airflow, liked how his whip restricted him. Yet, he wanted to crumble under Seonghwa's weight he normally held up without effort. He wanted to lay flat and be Seonghwa's tool to use, but this wasn't what they came for.

Why was he so tired? Could he not match Seonghwa's fervour anymore?

Hongjoong leaked over his stomach when the door flung open. The windows in it gave a view of what they were up to, yet Yunho came strutting inside without a care in the world.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes.

"It could nay wait?" Seonghwa huffed as he yanked Hongjoong's hips closer, burrowing deep into the gasping pirate. Yunho snickered as he came over to sprawl out before Hongjoong. Uncaring of the captain's glare, he opened his pants to invite him in.

Seonghwa shoved him down, leaving him with no other choice.

"No worries, I can blabber in the meantime. We took o'er the town an' everyone who wanted to flee left. A few 'undred joined our rows; Yeosang be busy gatherin' their names an' identities- ouch." He scowled down at Hongjoong when the spiteful captain dragged his blunt teeth over his length. The fire in his gaze bemused their surgeon. When he fisted his hand into Hongjoong's hair to guide him, the pinned captain accepted his fate. With a hand on his back, Seonghwa bore down on him, each thrust squelching wet.

"An' the jack tar?" Seonghwa prompted, voice stuttering in the pace of his hips.

Yunho traced his thumb around Hongjoong's stretched mouth, smearing the overflowing saliva.

"Still far. They sent some sea dogs, but they will take a while to arrive. We can celebrate in peace." He grinned a sunny smile at Hongjoong, trapped between their bigger bodies. The captain's lashes fluttered. Occasionally, he enjoyed being held down for their pleasure. Though he was exhausted with this petty weariness, he liked how Seonghwa groaned above him, how Yunho's hand trembled on his jaw.

Hongjoong left his body in their care as he returned to his trance. No need to think about upcoming run-ins with the navy or island duties here. For now, it was only them and Yunho's rambling.

"Once they arrive, we will 'ave enough mates hoay to brin' our point across. They can accept us, or we make a point keelhaulin' 'em." Yunho leaned his back against the headboard. His fingers spasmed on Hongjoong's head when he buried his nose in Yunho's pubic bone, swallowing his most impressive mate deep. Curses slipped from his lips as he was close. Each time Hongjoong's throat tightened because Seonghwa's thrusts impaled him deeply, his abdomen clenched.

"We gotta make sure Tikki an' Yongguk do nay get caught up in the crossfire. We promised 'em safety 'ere." Seonghwa lowered himself onto Hongjoong, lips pillowy on his tattoos, his nape. When his hand reached between his legs, Hongjoong livened up to moan against Yunho. His eyes rolled back when Yunho rocked down his throat, unable to hold back any longer. The long spurts of his come were disgusting on Hongjoong's tongue, but he gulped them down fast enough to avoid the worst.

As he slumped away, Seonghwa undid the bindings of his hands. He kissed Hongjoong's shoulder in praise as he pulled his hips higher, chasing their highs as Yunho watched on. Faint, Hongjoong clutched to the sheets, putty in Seonghwa's arms. His hair dangled over his shoulder as he hung his heavy head.

Seonghwa skimmed his hands down his sides, an act of worry since Hongjoong was so unresponsive. To assure him, Hongjoong clamped down on him, ripping a vulgar yell that had him grin with pride from Seonghwa's throat. When his husband came a moment later, Hongjoong also trembled through the punitive fist on him.

They collapsed into a heap, tangling their cuddles with Yunho, who had interrupted so casually. Hongjoong took a nap between their heated, familiar bodies, glad to sink into them and disappear for once.

Seonghwa cleaned him with the soiled sheet, but his hand kept coming back to trail over him in concern. Only halfway aware, Hongjoong dozed on and off.

He just needed some sleep.

"Cap's been lookin' pale. Shall I check on 'im?" Yunho confirmed Seonghwa's fretting. If he had the energy, Hongjoong would have told him off. Even as the king of all criminals, he couldn't get a break.

"'e reckoned 'e be tired from the fight. Let 'im rest."

Seonghwa always understood. He was Hongjoong's other half, reading him as if his body was his own. As he engulfed Hongjoong's waist in his arms to chatter with Yunho in hushed voices, Hongjoong trusted him to hold him as he dozed off.

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When he woke, hair wild, Yunho had left. Seonghwa walked around the room, parading a velvet coat he found leftover in the wardrobe from the past owner. He looked ridiculous and out of place in it, but also handsome. After all, a prince suited Seonghwa, no matter the circumstances.

While Hongjoong sat up against the headboard, his throat was parched. He reached for his bottle of rum on the bedside table and chugged it with big gulps. Lidded eyes lifted to Seonghwa, where the man straightened after playing with the unnecessary long tails on his coat.

"'Ad a jolly caulk?" He grinned, coming over to sit with Hongjoong. He had bathed in the fancy tub of this place and smelled delectable as they kissed. Hongjoong grimaced in apology at his stink. Ever so used to it, Seonghwa overlooked it.

"I always sleep extra jolly after ye showed me 'eaven," Hongjoong chuckled. He nodded down at Seonghwa's frame before he glanced at the windows. Night had fallen and the torches of the village danced in the night.

"Be this yer outfit fer the evenin'?"

"Be it too reminiscent o' our enemies? I can wear it without a shirt to lure everyone to 'armony," Seonghwa suggested, tugging at the expensive red bow tied to his throat over the black brocade.

With sharp-witted hands, Hongjoong picked at Seonghwa's collar. His head spun when he sat up too fast, but he blinked the dancing dark spots from his eyes. Unnoticed by his husband's watchful eyes, he skimmed his hands over the V of the vest, gauging how deep it would dip.

"Wear it without a shirt. Give those poor starved dogs somethin' to ogle. Too bad it be all mine," he smirked. He could tell when Seonghwa's eyes glazed over, his body leaned coyly into Hongjoong's side. Their hands came up to entangle, rings glinting.

"All yers. 'Ow be ye feelin'? Yunho been worried fer ye." His gaze added the rest. He was also worried, and he would involve the others if Hongjoong didn't feel better soon. Though the sea was anything but sanitary, the wilful captain rarely fell ill. Ever since they were alleviated of their curse, only minor ailments struck them.

"I be jolly. Let's drink the bug away as we celebrate our win. Perhaps this be merely me anxiety to do things right on the lagoon. I do nay want those who trusted us to run into a jack tar trap to dance the Hempen's jig."

Seonghwa trailed his hands down Hongjoong's arms, hooking their fingers together. The one holding the stump of his pinky cradled it most tenderly.

What a far memory of the past. The scar never bugged him, but it often reminded him of the time he spent apart from Seonghwa and how losing the Precious brought them back together. How had he lived without him back then? What had life been before they were whole?

"I 'ear yer worries. We be by yer side. An' if ye grow anxious, talk to us. For now, let's find ye some lemons. Would 'ate to spy ye die o' scurvy."

Hongjoong chuckled since he thought the same.

They found another ridiculously fancy outfit for him, one with a matching long robe and a hat reminiscent of a potato sack that had a fancy feather on it. They batted at it, snickering, as they made their way down to the tavern to drink all their apprehensions away.