Blunt nails are arsed good fer anything [Closed]

[Ragetti]

Mmhmm. They might as well have been married at this rate. But one could image the awkwardness of having to ask Jack or Barbossa to perform such a service. Tho Ragetti would have looked right strange in white lace and a vale. If they were even able to attain such garments. But, bah - that was as much a fairytale as anything the old badger could spin any day! They didn't need vows or rings to express that they needed each other - or that Rags needed Pintel at least. It was hard to tell sometimes.

But in moments like this - with the feline buried inside him; Rags was pressed to belief that the old tomcat needed him just as much. They had so much past behind them and maybe that was way when they did this; it was more then how it felt fucking a whore. Something special. Maybe it couldn't be called love. But need was a good word for it. A very special kind of need.

One that was getting fulfilled right now. Ragetti squeaked loudly again when he felt teeth in his neck. If any other fur had done that to him he would have been terrified; but with the feline - it only heightened his own release. They'd lost all rhythm by the end. Uneven thrusts; mouths locked together. Ragetti's bony fingers clutching so hard to Pintel's arms; twisted the cloth the feline might have bruises under his fur later. Hips were lifted; strained off the floor with each thrust inward.

When he felt the feline twitch and pulse; hot whitewashing his insides combined with the pumping of Pintel's hand on his own cock - the rat lost it there. His spine gave a final hard quirk and he was finished with a heightened squeak lost in the feline's mouth and a spurt of stickiness over the other's paw.

"P-Pintel!"

And then - collapsing. The long bag O'bones unfurled itself from around the feline. Arms, legs, tail - head everything dropped back to the floor as the rodents chest heaved for air to cool his scorching lungs.

Fantastic. Best chore all week.

[Pintel]

The crying of his name was like the bloody icing on the cake, really it was. Pintel was still heaving as he felt Ragetti untangle himself from his furry body. Well, mostly. He still hadn’t pulled himself free of Ragetti yet.

But he did remove his paw, now sticky and drenched in Ragetti’s ‘whitewash’ and looked at it for a moment before shaking it slightly. He just wasn’t up for licking his paw clean like he normally did, at least not yet.

After partially drying his paw Pintel finally put his knees in a more secure spot on the floor and both hands to Ragetti’s hips and he slowly pulled himself out. Having done that he rolled over until he was sat on his behind next to the rat, still panting slightly. Pintel wasn’t as young as he’d like to think he was, and strenuous exercise (and these kinds of exercises too) always left him feeling short of breath and more tired then he really should. Cripes he used to be able to do it longer then that, and more often.

He glanced down at the collapsed form besides him before smirking slightly, proud of said achievement before reaching down with his dry hand to gently bat at Ragetti’s ear. Having achieved completely nothing with that movement he put his hand down on his knee then began licking his sticky hand.

Some would call it unsanitary, but to Pintel it wasn’t. Hygiene. He couldn’t walk around with Ragetti’s mess all in his fur, no way. So he’d lick a few times, before spitting off to the side and going right back to it. First his fingers, then his palm, then the back. That was Pintel’s routine of cleaning his hand.

[Ragetti]

Rags gave a final low squeak as the feline pulled his softening cock from his body. He could still feel the dull thud from the aggressive mating they'd just finished - but in a few minutes his arse was no doubt going to be completely numb and he wouldn't have to worry about it.

Till tomorrow.. when it was gonna be sore. But y'know; worth it! And if it ached too bad he could always whine and throw himself at Pintel and try to get the feline to knead that too.

Emaciated chest heaved a few more times till his breath slowly began to fall back to normal. Ragetti was far younger then the older cat - and he recovered much quicker. At his ear being batted; he flickered it - rolled his head to face the feline and made a couple kissing noises at the old cat by sucking air past his gnawing teeth. He watched the feline clean his lovely gunk off his paw with no more then a nose wrinkle. He'd seen Pintel do this a few times before and it really didn't bother him. He was just a little jealous he couldn't say the same thing for between his thighs. Ah; there was always a damp rag later.

"Oooohhh.." Ragetti finally rolled; kicking out of the final leg of his britches and just crawled his long starved form up into the nest of sails. His tail dragged against Pintel's side as he did so. The rodent murred happily as he settled down on his belly and tucked his head against the inside of his forearm. He continued to lazily watch the feline with his good eye (the fake one found his own shoulder much more interesting.) with a small smirk on his face.

After a bit he finally broke the silence. "...Ah wish all duties was th'fun."

[Pintel]

Ragetti could go whine and throwing himself all over Pintel if his arse was sore, begging for him to knead at it like he had scratched at his back. But it would all end on just how Pintel would be feeling tomorrow.

If he were feeling generous he would do it, just for a reason to cop a feel of Ragetti's ass. If he were feeling angry he'd do it, just for a reason to abuse his friend's ass some more. Or he could be indifferent and just not do it.

We shall see what happens when tomorrow comes.

Pintel chuckled dryly at hearing the kissing noises. Only Ragetti had ever made such noises at him, no one else dare to be it in jest or in seriousness like the whores. They'd make noises sure, but never kissy sounds. Only Ragetti, only him. If anything the noise made him both chuckle and feel a bit hot beneath the fur on his cheeks. But given he was still feeling warm and flustered it went mostly unnoticed right now.

He watched Ragetti settling down amongst the nest of ripped and torn sails and pondered if he should do the same. He felt like he should. Exhaustion. Like he'd just did a full long hard days work, yet all he had done was have a quick fuck with Ragetti. But again, it all boiled down to body and age.

Hearing the comment he perked his ears at Ragetti and made a face, "Ye callin' it a chore?" he asked.

[Ragetti]

"Well ye stated it bein' me civil duty exchangin' fer back scratchin'." The rodent closed his good eye and gave another chirp. "Maybe not so much ah chore as being required but ah quite liked it, ta."

Ah the noises. Kisses and chirps; and even the occasional 'yooohoooo!'. Why was Rags allowed? Well because he was Rags! And there wasn't another rat; pirate or not who could get away with it just because of Pintel simply tolerating him.

The rodent flickered his tail out and stretched before laying down his head murmuring. "Call it pleasurable favors then I wills..." And that would probably have been it. Ragetti would have gone to sleep and Pintel would have probably joined him. But not ten seconds into his laying down his head he gave a sharp squeak and then was suddenly writhing for all his worth against the sails.

BLOODY FUCKIN' BUGGER! ITCH! BLOOD FUCKIN' BUGGER!

Seems that flea had found him again!

"PINT! PINT! PINT! OYE OW HELP!"

[Pintel]

Indeed, Pintel had just been fixing to climb over Ragetti and curl up behind him, rest his head against the rats and have a cat nap. Course that idea got flung out the window when he had just been reaching for his own britches and Ragetti had suddenly joled awake and was withering all over again.

He stared blankly for a moment, before erupting into hysterics.