David found that he was powerless to resist as the captain pinned him against the ship's mast, their lips crashing together hungrily. The kiss was pure lust, tongues fighting fiercely and bodies pressed together; the Jolly Roger was no place for romantic moments and gentle caresses. Eventually, Killian broke the kiss and gave the prince his best smirk, the two of them panting heavily and already growing aroused. Much to David's disappointment, Killian took a step back, his hand resting on one of David's shoulders as his hook trailed across the other, clearly planning to torture him as much as possible before giving him what he wanted – no, what he needed. It had been quite a while now since Prince Charming had accepted that he needed Captain Hook, no matter what the storybooks said or what his friends and family would think if they ever found out. One look at the roguish glint in the pirate's eye and the sexy smirk playing about his lips made David weak at the knees.
That smirk was a permanent fixture on Killian's face as his hook reached the opening at the neck of the prince's shirt and began its descent. Buttons fell to the deck as the shirt was torn open at an agonisingly slow pace, the metal tip leaving a burning trail on David's chest as it brushed against his skin. He looked down, transfixed by the movements of the hook as Killian traced its cold surface over David's nipples in lazy circles.
Breathing became increasingly difficult as the hook moved lower, the tip catching on the waistband of his jeans and then pausing. A small groan escaped his throat, his painfully hard cock desperate to be free from the tight denim. His eyes met the pirate's, and Killian's smirk grew. David's heart was racing as Killian's hand dropped from his shoulder to undo the fastenings of the prince's jeans, all the while staring into his eyes as if daring him to try to speed things up. Zip undone, the hand moved to rest on David's exposed hip as the hook slipped into one of his belt loops and began to tug.
When the cold air hit his legs, David shivered suddenly. "Wait," he gasped, causing Killian to arch an eyebrow at him.
"Now why would I want to do that?"
"It's just ... we're a bit exposed up here. Somebody might see." Although they'd spent many nights together in various places, never had they been so out in the open, practically asking to be caught. Of course that made it more exciting, but it was also slightly terrifying.
"Well, that would be a shame, wouldn't it?" Smirk back in place, Killian dipped his hook under the top of David's underwear and tugged sharply, ripping the fabric away from his skin. The prince let out a loud moan as his erection finally met the night air. The curved edge of the hook ghosted across the underside of his cock, and his hips involuntarily bucked forwards. "Sure you want me to wait?" Killian asked teasingly, taking another step back and letting his eyes wander to admire every inch of his prince.
Letting out a frustrated grunt, David kicked off his shoes and the jeans that had bunched around his ankles, and grabbed the front of Killian's jacket. With a speed he'd earned from plenty of practice, he pulled the clothes from the captain's body until he, too, stood naked in the moonlight. David hardly had a chance to take in the magnificent sight before him; within seconds, he found himself with his back against the mast once more. Luckily, he'd committed to memory the chest adorned with dark hair, the toned stomach muscles and the glorious length that was currently pressed against his own.
Killian growled as David forced their lips together again, the skin-on-skin contact driving him crazy and a mere kiss (no matter how passionate) not nearly enough to satisfy him now. Tearing their lips apart, the pirate gave David a wink that made him glad he had the mast to lean on. Killian grabbed his shoulders and flipped him around so that his front was pinned against the mast, wood-to-wood, so to speak.
And there on the deck of the Jolly Roger, Captain Hook claimed Prince Charming as his own. Again. And all the worries about being caught were gone from the prince's mind as he cried out his lover's name for all of Storybrooke to hear.