[Or really, Basco just didn't have much to do most days and was always seemingly available when Takatora wanted his company. That's the pirate life.

And now, this was the pace he wanted for it to now feel good, the pull on his hair to keep him in place, that forceful push that barely gives him enough to breathe. All he can do is groan every time Takatora's cock pushes in further to his mouth, just to encourage him to keep giving him more.]