Chapter Summary: Emma bit her lip, almost regretting the fleeting thought that had caused the words to fall from her lips, the need that was clawing its way up from her chest and pressing against the back of her throat like something that refused to be kept secret. Tears burned behind her eyes and she blinked them away, overwhelmed by the suddenness of what she was feeling – was it even a normal thing to want, to ask for?
Additional Tags: M/F/M, M/M, Emma/Killian/Hook, Double Penetration, Double Vaginal Penetration, Anal Play
"It's bad form to make a man wait," Hook groaned, barely restraining himself from bucking his hips forward, Killian's warm breath ghosting over his sensitive flesh that waited just out of reach. Emma's fingers trailed through his hair and down his back as she circled him, her naughty whisper in his ear reminding him to be patient, that they had the entire night to play.
She kissed him teasingly, a mere brush of her lips against his own before pulling back, her hips swaying as she smiled mischievously and turned to join Killian on the floor, slipping behind him. Her breasts melded against his back and the slick dampness that already coated her soft curls was pressed against his skin. She laid hungry kisses into his neck, desire and need swirling inside of her as she reached around him to grasp and stoke the hardness that was thick and weeping between his thighs as he knelt, her eyes locked on Hook's cock where it bobbed in front of her, waiting to be serviced.
Killian moaned at the heat and weight of her hand as it massaged him, his hips thrusting forward into her grip, the movement drawing a groan from Hook as his cock brushed against Killian's stubble.
"Not yet," Emma admonished, whispering into Killian's ear, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she watched him lick his lips, eager to open his mouth and find what he knew was waiting for him – even if the black scarf tied neatly around his eyes kept him from enjoying the view. "I think after this morning, you boys deserve a little payback..."
Her hand tightened around Killian's cock as she dragged it slowly up and down, reveling in the way his skin slipped over the thick head and drew a shudder from his body, need rippling along his taut muscles.
"I want to watch you on your knees," Emma murmured, her tongue tracing the flushed shell of his ear, "waiting for that cock and knowing you won't get more than a taste, not until I'm ready – but trust me, babe, it's so hard and ready for you..."
Hook's groan of desperation blended seamlessly with Killian's. Unhindered by any blindfolds, he could see the sinful picture that was his two lovers knelt at his feet, Emma's lithe fingers wrapped around Killian and slowly dragging him toward a release she wouldn't give him.
"And as for you," Emma drawled, her eyes locking with Hook as she dragged a finger through the precum leaking from Killian's cock and brought it up to his waiting mouth, "I want you to know how hot and wet and needy his mouth is for you, how amazing it feels to have him..." Emma gasped as Killian's lips latched onto her finger and drew it in deep, his tongue swirling and cleaning all traces of his own essence from her "...wrapped around me like this..."
Hook's throat bobbed as he swallowed heavily, Emma popping her finger from his twin's mouth with a wicked smirk. His cock was straining and already near to bursting with need, the darkened tip of it wet with his own arousal and hovering only inches away from where he wanted so desperately to bury it, but their Swan was in far from a giving mood after they spent the early hours of the morning teasing her awake – bringing her to the edge over and over before finally letting her fall, and he knew this was her own form of revenge – their joint pleasure so close, and yet unattainable until she'd given permission.
The air between them was heavy with their breathing, her own included, and as Emma rose and circled her two pirates, she was seized with how beautiful they looked like this, Killian's powerful thighs bent as he knelt willingly, his hand and wrist waiting obediently against them despite how desperate he was for release, and standing above him, Hook – slightly older, but no less startlingly handsome, his own dark locks streaked with silver, his face just beginning to bear the traces of age, fine lines that branched from his eyes and furrowed his brow, his stubble hiding the beginning of more silver that he bemoaned each day when he looked in the mirror. His chest was as lean and well-muscled as Killian's, bearing scars that mirrored his twin, and yet others that were a departure from the path they'd once journeyed together.
Her indulgent perusal of her two lovers had pulled her somewhat from her brazen mood, and she swallowed down the heavy, melancholic relief that rose in her throat when it washed over her once again that they'd been able to save him before he'd become the man she met in the Wish Realm, a man who had lived his life alone and broken, unloved and with the hope stripped from his very bones.
Tears rose behind her eyelids and she stepped forward, brushing her fingertips across the rough canvas of Hook's cheek and turning his face toward her, her lips melding needfully against him, the fire in her belly flaring and burning away any lingering sadness as her hands roamed his skin, his body twisting to face her as a growl of longing rumbled in his chest. His hardness was pressed thick and heavy against her stomach, his fingers combing through her hair, Killian's panted breaths rising as he listened to their kiss turn sloppy, soft moans interrupting the glide of their lips.
Suddenly Emma didn't want to play anymore, to taunt them until they begged for release as she had that morning. She wanted both of her lovers as close as possible, no slip of air between them as they moved in that perfect rhythm that came from sharing true love.
"Killian," she begged, her hand reaching for him, finding his disheveled mop of hair as he leaned into her palm, "please...I need you both...I need you..."
She'd barely gotten the words out before he was on his feet and tearing the scarf from his eyes, understanding flickering across his features as he took in her desperation and the deep sadness that sometimes loomed behind her emerald green gaze – then he was entwined with them once more, his chest pressing against her back as his strong arms encircled her, caressing the flat of her belly as his teeth grazed her neck.
Time seemed to slow as Hook tilted into her, their lips and tongues sweeping across one another as he threaded his fingers thought her hair, carefully draping her long curls over the shoulder Killian wasn't currently lavishing with attention. Her hands traveled as far as she could reach, nails scratching a trail through his chest hair and fingers kneading the muscles of his arms. Killian rutted against her back, his shaft just as hard and needy as his twin's, the two of them perfect and exactly what she craved.
Pressed between the heat of their bodies, she'd never felt more complete, more loved. Killian's palm, rough and calloused, trailed down her thigh, his fingers clutching her flesh and urging her to lift herself, to wrap her leg around Hook. He lifted her as easily as if she weighed nothing, coaxing her long legs to her to circle his hips as Killian did the same from behind, his wrist and fingers drawing along her backside.
Emma's head rolled back as Hook trailed his lips along the sweep of her neck, her pulse fluttering beneath the soft wetness of his tongue and the scratch of his stubble.
"I love you both," Emma whispered, anticipation rippling beneath her skin like electricity. "I love you both so much."
"Aye, lass," Killian murmured from behind her, his chest firm and hard against her back as he held her close, breathing in the scent of them together as he nosed her neck, nibbling along her ear, "and we love you – you've both our hearts, always."
Hook leaned over Emma's shoulder, closing the gap between himself and Killian. Their lips met over her sweat dappled skin, the soft groans swallowed between them making her core throb with the need to feel them moving inside of her together, filling her so completely in that way only they could do.
"Bed..." she moaned, wriggling in Hook's arms, her slippery folds rubbing deliciously against where his cock was trapped. "Bed, now..."
"Aye," Killian hissed, nipping Hook's lip before pulling back, his blue eyes nearly eclipsed with black, his lips swollen and pink. "Let's give the little minx what she's craving."
The bed sheets were cool and sensuous against their skin as Hook slid them together onto it. Emma perched over his body as he stretched out beneath her, rocking wantonly and sliding herself along his velvety shaft, small whimpers of need rolling from her mouth in time with her hips. The mattress dipped and Emma felt the comforting weight of Killian behind her once more, his hand and wrist slipping beneath bottom and lifting, calloused fingers wrapping around Hook's cock and carefully guiding it into her drenched sex, her upper body trembling and toes curling as she sunk onto his thick length.
Pushing down, she let more of Hook's girth slide into her, her walls tight and needy, grasping and pulling him deeper as she stretched around him.
"That's it, love..." Killian groaned, his fingers brushing against her opening as he trailed them lower, finding Hook's balls hot and heavy between his thighs, gripping them and rolling them in his palm. "Gods, I'll never tire of watching you make love to us..."
Laying beneath her, Hook watched with rapt attention, his tongue wetting his lips as he took in the beauty that was Emma arching above him, her nipples rosy and pebbled against the perfect, pale swell of her breasts, her arms stretched behind her as she clutched at Killian, his twin's lips and tongue teasing her ear, his wrist encircling her stomach as she rode him. She was a vision, his Emma, a golden goddess who'd risked everything for him, they both had. He pushed away the fleeting guilt that rose in his chest – Killian had made it, she'd made it, and they were all here, together. He grasped her thighs, rolling his hips gently beneath her and savoring the view of her folds parting around him, his cock painted with her arousal.
"You're so wet, darling," he moaned, watching his shaft disappear into her once more. "It's heaven inside of you..."
Emma whimpered at his words, the sound rising into something wild as Killian's hand slipped between them once more, his fingers dragging her wetness back to her ass and circling her tight entrance, teasing the puckered muscle until she groaned and relaxed, the tip of his finger slipped in with practiced ease and was followed quickly by the rest of its length.
"And so tight, my naughty lass," he purred, a second finger joining the first and slowly stretching her open, her movements on Hook slowing to a gentle rock of her hips as she adjusted to the sensation of Killian making her ready for him. Hook kept thrusting slowly up into her, his face flushed and contorted with pleasure as he drank in the look of ecstasy on Emma's face.
"Oh god, Killian," she gasped, her lips trembling as his fingers turned within her. "I need you..."
"I know, love," he soothed, gently probing deeper as she relaxed further into him, urging her ass back against his hand, his fingers scissoring inside of her and pressing against the thin wall separating him from where Hook was buried deep inside her tight sheath, "and I'll take care of you..."
"But I want..." Her words drifted into nothingness as a change in angle had the head of Hook's cock rolling across that place inside of her that made sparks fly beneath her skin, "oh god, oh god, oh please, I want..."
"Tell us what you want, darling," Hook pleaded, slowing his strokes as he waited for her eyes to open and find him once more. "Tell us, Emma..."
"Anything your heart desires, love," Killian murmured into her skin, his fingers slipping from within her to grasp her hip as he waited, feeling the uncertainty that had tightened her muscles and stolen the fluid bliss from her body.
Emma bit her lip, almost regretting the fleeting thought that had caused the words to fall from her lips, the need that was clawing its way up from her chest and pressing against the back of her throat like something that refused to be kept secret. Tears burned behind her eyes and she blinked them away, overwhelmed by the suddenness of what she was feeling – was it even a normal thing to want, to ask for?
"Emma," Hook pleaded, sitting up and framing her face with his hand and stump, his fingers brushing aside tendrils of her hair. "There isn't a thing in this world you can't ask for, not from us – we love you, we love each other."
Emma let the fear fly from her on a trembling breath, nearly laughing at herself for doubting even for an instant that this was something she could share with her true loves.
"You're right, I just...we've never..."
"Whatever it is, it certainly wouldn't be our first time trying something new, love," Killian pointed out with a cheeky smirk, "and where would we be today if we hadn't?"
Still not brave enough to look either of them in the eye, but feeling more secure in voicing the new desire twisting within her, Emma let her hand drift lower, her fingers gently circling where she was still joined with Hook.
"I want to have you both here."
There was a moment where the only sound between them was the subdued rhythm of their breathing. Emma's gaze still lingered on the soft rise and fall of Hook's chest, her other hand knotted with uncertainty and tucked around her waist as she waited to hear what they would say – was it too much?
"Ah," Killian murmured, his gaze locking with his twin's over her shoulder – and if his fingers weren't still clutching at her hip, Emma would have guessed them to be scratching behind his ear. "We don't want to hurt you, love..."
"I would tell you if it was too much," Emma promised, relief and love welling inside of her as she felt Killian's soft lips against her cheek, her body finally relaxing into Hook's as he pulled her back to his chest, her cheek tucked against his heart while he stroked his fingers through her hair.
"Aye, love," Killian nodded, offering a reassuring smile to Hook before he eased himself off the bed and headed into their bathroom.
Emma listened to the water run for a moment as Hook dragged his nails along her scalp, and then Killian was back, his firm thighs pressing against her as he leaned over her and placed kisses along her spine, his tongue reigniting the fire in her belly as Hook pulled her mouth back to his, claiming her.
A shiver followed the wet trail Killian's mouth had left along her back when she felt the tips of his fingers, cool and damp against her heated flesh, Hook jerking beneath her as he dragged them along his cock and circled where the two of them were joined, their flesh slick and clinging together as he slowly worked a finger around the edge of Hook's length, stretching her walls gently.
"Bloody hell," Hook growled into her mouth, her lips lifting into a smile as his cock throbbed deliciously within her, responding to the firm pressure of Killian's fingers as he worked his way inside of her, stroking the both of them in a way that was entirely new and intimate.
"Is that too much, love?" Killian murmured against her, slipping a second finger to join the first and angling his hand so they opened her a bit more, his fingertips moving pleasurably against her walls.
"No, god, no," Emma sighed, the feel of his fingers inside of her with Hook making her hungry for more. "It feels so good, does it feel good?" she whispered, her words muffled against Hook's jaw as she tucked her head into his neck, canting her hips and sliding her knees forward, his cock slipping from her a small amount as Killian's fingers slid further in, a slight burn telling her he'd added a third.
"Aye, darling, it feels...it's so much, feeling you both like this," Hook groaned, rocking beneath her slightly and feeling his hardened length slide back in easily, the arousal dripping from her more than enough to ease his passage even with Killian's fingers buried inside of her. He thrust twice, feeling Killian's fingers spin against him, their calloused ridges stroking his shaft and making his balls tighten.
"You're so bloody tight, love," Killian moaned behind her, his own cock desperate to feel the heat that was so tightly wrapped around his digits as he stroked his lovers so intimately, "so wet at the thought of having us both..."
"Yes...want you both, together...nothing else between us..."
Behind her Killian's breath was coming in rough pants against the swell of her ass as he leaned into her, his fingers moving in and out with increasing speed, the steady fullness of Hook's cock and the rolling stimulation his hand was providing pulling more wetness from her body as she shuddered around them both. That deep desire to feel them inside of her together, to feel them come undone with nothing separating them, was twisting and surging through her body as if it were a living thing. She hissed at the sensation of Killian's stubble scratching across her skin, his tongue darting from between his lips to lick a hot path down the cleft of her ass and across her tight opening before arriving to where she was a sopping mess, his fingers pulling free of her with a suddenness that made both she and Hook moan.
His tongue lapped at where they were joined, hot and bathed in her essence, and she rolled her head against Hook's chest as he thrust himself deeply into her, feeling the slide of her walls and Killian's lips as he mouthed along his length before tearing himself away with a growl of impatience.
Emma's gaze settled on Killian, eyes heavy with lust as he took his fingers coated with her clinging arousal and wrapped them around his glorious length, precum beading and leaking from the head as he thrust gently through his fist. Her mouth ran dry and she wriggled her bottom, begging without words for what she knew he was about to give her. A breathy gasp fell from her lips as she felt the tip of his cock press against the place where she was already full, her wetness dripping down Hook's shaft and making them both slick and ready for their lover to join them.
"I'm so desperate to be inside of you, love, but I don't...I don't want to hurt you," he whispered, thrusting his hips just enough that she could feel his swollen head pressing into her entrance, the pressure forcing Hook's cock more firmly against the other side of her, her clit throbbing mercilessly at the press of him so near to her bundle of nerves.
"You won't," Emma moaned, lost in the thrill of what they were promising her, the tip of his cock throbbing just inside of her folds as Hook's shaft swelled deep within, his wrist rising to lift her chin and bring her mouth back to his own.
"Tell us if it's too much," he breathed against her lips, the blue of his eyes a slim ring as he held steady while Killian pushed slowly into her, her body stretching around him as she whimpered at the tight burn of him slipping further in.
A waterfall of moans fell from all three of them as Killian's hard length slid against Hook's as he sought his place within her, the first few inches of him finally encased in her heat and pressed tightly against the firm underside of his twin's cock – his upper body fell heavily against Emma's back as he trembled, fighting the urge to push further, desperately afraid of hurting her as she writhed between them, keening pleas torn from her that begged for more.
Emma reveled in the heat pressed against her from either side, burning her from within, her breasts flush against Hook's chest as they kissed each other lazily, trading heavy breaths as each small movement sent flares of pleasure through them both. Killian's stubble razed her upper back as he rolled his cheek, mouthing her skin and carefully flexing his hips, his cock throbbing mercilessly as it stretched her walls even more, sliding another inch into her sopping heat.
"Emma," Killian groaned, his arms trembling beside them as he bore his weight over them both. "You're so...so bloody tight like this, love, I can't..."
His voice was wrecked, his breath a shudder against her skin as he held himself back, unable to push any more of his length into her, but unwilling to relinquish the tight grasp of her walls that he'd already claimed.
"Allow me," Hook murmured, his hand and stump pressing more firmly against her body as he ducked his hips, his cock slipping from her heat just enough that its head rubbed against Killian's, curses of pleasure echoing from them both as they met within her.
"Oh my god...don't stop," she begged, barely recognizing her own voice.
A quiver raced along her spine as they started moving inside of her together, wild satisfaction burning through her like a wildfire as she felt Killian shift on top of her, sliding himself forward as Hook pulled out, the sinful sounds of her wetness coating them both lost in the harmony of their moans as they found a natural rhythm, Hook thrusting deeply within her as Killian pulled nearly free, the thick muscles of their cocks stroking one another as they claimed her entirely, imprinting themselves on her. Killian plunged back into her heat as Hook retreated, the pleasant burn that accompanied their movements fading into a latent heat that only stoked the neediness within her.
"More...need more," she gasped, nearly biting her tongue as their speed increased with their confidence, her body receiving no break as they hammered her walls one after the other, desperate groans of pleasure muted against her body as they took her, her walls stretching to accommodate them both as they slipped past each other.
Killian released his tortured hold on the sheets and found Hook's arm, his fingers curling possessively around the firm bulge of his muscle as he slowly gave Emma what she needed – more – her body too slick and open to protest as he slid deeper within her, pressing wickedly along the length of Hook's cock as he held steady within her. Hook's head rolled back into the mattress as he let out a drawn out groan at the sensation, his fingers digging into Emma's skin.
"Emma," Killian whispered, pulling her from the haze of wordless pleasure she was caught in. "Too much, love?"
"Fuck...no," she hissed, wriggling between them and trying to work them both deeper – it hurt, the stretch of them both fully inside of her a confusing mix of pleasure and pain, but the image of what they must look like joined together in this way was playing behind her eyelids, raw desire and feral need muting the harsh edges of the discomfort.
"You, Jones?" Killian groaned, feeling his twin's cock bob inside of Emma and against his own as he shifted, their bodies slick with sweat.
"Bloody hell, Killian," he responded, a broken tremor in his voice as his hardness throbbed once more, the feeling of them pushed so tightly together inside of their love nearly making him come undone, "just take it slow, mate."
"Aye," Killian rasped, and he slowly pulled back, setting a sedate rhythm that had the swollen head of his cock stroking Hook inside of her before pressing deliciously against her most sensitive area.
Hook stayed still within her, allowing his twin to control their pleasure, his breath coming in panted gasps as Emma dragged her fingers up his chest, snaking two of them between his parted lips. He latched on, swirling his tongue around the fullness she gave him, knowing how turned on it made her to see either of them with their mouths full – whether it was of her or themselves. He could feel his own climax nearing, the tightness throbbing and pulsing with a need to break free, Killian's thick member stroking along the ridge of his own shaft before withdrawing and sliding deep once again.
Between them, Emma's pleasure rolled from her tongue on desperate cries and whimpers, her body nearly slack as Killian fucked himself into her over and over, his own peak nearing as Emma's arousal ran down his shaft and slicked his balls where they slapped against their union, his body taught with the need to spend himself surrounded by the two people he loved.
It had never failed to make her dripping wet, watching her two pirates take their pleasure together, their cocks heavy and thick in their hands as they slid them along one another, toned bodies entwined as they stroked themselves to completion, their release coating them both and dripping along their fingers – and knowing that right now she was the heat pressing and holding them together, that it was all of them in this moment – it tore at that last shred of control she'd been clinging to.
"Almost there..." she choked out, barely able to form the words, coherent thought leaving her at the sound of Hook whispering encouragement against her skin and Killian groaning his approval, hissing how sinfully tight she already was and how he couldn't wait to feel her come undone around them both. "I'm there, oh god, oh my god, fuck..."
The coil of pleasure inside of her snapped, rippling through her body almost painfully as she finally came, her neck arching and a cry of elation pouring from her mouth as her core clenched around them, Killian's thrusts slowing as her walls throbbed erratically, squeezing them within her. Hook bucked beneath her as his cock swelled, his balls drawing up and tightening as he erupted into her, Killian groaning brokenly on top of them as he followed, his nails digging into Hook's arm as they both pumped her full of their seed, the heat and rush of their essences bathing her walls only drawing out their joint pleasure, cocks throbbing as their come leaked around their shafts and dripping from her pink folds.
The world around them was reduced to nothing more than the way their hearts raced together, their breath mingling and fingers drawing sighs from one another as they surrendered to that blissful fog, reality slowly slipping back to them as their heated bodies cooled.
"Emma, love," Hook murmured, coming back to them first, reaching with his stump to nudge the swathe of blonde curls from her face. "Are you with us, darling?"
Emma groaned something noncommittal and buried her face stubbornly back into Hook's chest, eliciting a chuckle from above her as Killian carefully extricated his softening cock from inside of her, Hook slipping free only a moment later. She sighed, both upset at the loss and relieved, the soreness she couldn't feel during the exhilarating high of their lovemaking already beginning to set in, but the sensation of both of their releases running out of her was enough to make her purr in contentment, her teeth catching her lip as she lost herself for just a few moments more – reveling in how amazing it had felt to have them both coming inside of her at once, her own orgasm drawn out by the way their cocks had swollen and pumped her full of their seed.
Killian had rolled his his weight from on top of her, dropping tiredly to the bed within the bend of Hook's arm, his twin's fingers drawing lazy circles through the dark hairs covering his chest as they both stared at the canopy above them, still trying to bring their breathing back to a normal pace. Emma felt sleep tugging insistently at her body and she rolled to Hook's other side, nestling herself around his arm and pulling his stump into her embrace as she tucked herself against him.
"We should get you into the bath, darling – you'll be sore," he murmured, pressing a kiss to her disheveled crown of hair even as she tightened her grip stubbornly around him, her own lips marking his scarred skin with their soft caress.
"Later..." she sighed, unwilling to return to the world when her body was still thrumming from how deeply she loved them both.
"Aye," Killian echoed, stretching his limbs that were burning from exhaustion, his chest still glistening with sweat and his body covered in a mix of the three of them, Hook just as deliciously filthy. "I'm inclined to side with our Swan on this one, mate."
"Besides," Emma muttered, stifling a yawn against Hook's skin and stretching a hand across his chest to find Killian, "if we sleep now and worry about laundry tomorrow, maybe I'll be feeling up to testing out how sturdy that new washer is..."
"Our insatiable minx," Hook laughed, but he could feel the both of them relaxing into him, and when sleep pulled heavily at his eyes as well, he was content to let it take him – the feel of Emma's soft breaths against his scarred wrist and Killian's fingers entwining with his own following him into that peaceful darkness of slumber and carrying him back into the light of another day.