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Sinclair couldn't remember most of the night. He caught glimpses through the hazy fog that clouded his mind, glimpses of a passionate and wild fucking. The creature that laid beside him was far from the innocent villager he thought they were, the hickies lining his neck and chest confirming that. His muscles were sore, aching in protest as he shifted his weight to the side of the bed, releasing the pleasant creature from his arms. His coal black eyes would flicker over to you, watching their nude back rise and fall with their even breaths. They slept like a babe. Hell, he had slept harder than he ever had. They had worn him out. A small smirk tugs at his lips, his dark eyes moving to the floor as he stands from the creaky inn bed.
The room is nearly destroyed, dressers toppled to the side, the mirror on the wall shattered, and the vase of flowers that had been bedside lays in pieces on the wood floor. His rough hands scoop up his clothes, buttoning up his white long sleeve. Slowly, his pulls on his clothing while reflecting on his drunken night. He had fucked the hell out of you. Multiple times. Their tight hole had nearly made an old pirate like him crumble. Everything about that night had made him feel young again. But... that was last night and today was a new day. With that, he snaps his black slacks closed and snatches up his coat, leaving the inn with heavy steps. Moving on.
He'd board his ship with a new adventure in mind. He'd heard about a wealthy prince traveling on a soldier filled vessel heading towards Spain. That wasn't far and he'd handled worse. In fact, this job was sounding easier with each second that ticked by. With a grin, he steps onto his ship where his loyal crew awaits. "Alright lads, pack it up. Let's go gut ourselves a prince." He growls with a dark grin, earning him praises and shouts of agreement from his crew.
He returns to his captain's quarters and drops into his chair behind his desk. Maps are strewn about, red ink littering the older paper. He was about to busy himself with coordinates, until he found himself eye to eye with you. Beneath his desk. Staring up at him and barely dressed. Had they run after him? "What in the blue blazes are you doing here?" Jesus, they looked way younger than he remembered. At least twenty years younger. Definitely an adult, but.... young. "Out. Now." He doesn't waste time in wrapping his meaty hand into their hair, yanking them up and out from beneath his desk. Pulling their face close, he glares stoically down at them. "I don't have stowaways. I fucked you senseless last night, what else do you want? Yer' a greedy little whore aren't you?"
"I'm twice your age, you need to leave." He unceremoniously dumps them onto the wooden floor at his feet.
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