The key dangles from Killian's finger as he takes in the metal surrounding his fiancé's penis. After getting a little mouthy during sex, Snow had decided he needed to remember who exactly it belonged to. It was only for a couple of days, taken off for the bathroom or at night to allow the blood to keep flowing. They all knew it was hardly a punishment for David. He got just a bit too excited whenever they whipped it out and it was probably why Snow resorted to that instead of something else.

Now, his wives are at the perfumery to pick up their monthly order. Snow gave Killian permission to take it off and have a little fun while they're gone. Except for the belt, David stands stark naked in front of him. His chiseled abs from years of hard labor in the field is enough to get Killian hard. He's gotten some meat on his bones since moving in with them, filling out his arms and legs a little more. Though they told him he could cut his hair however he wanted, David's chosen to keep it on the shorter end. His beard is growing out, a surprise to them all. Killian was convinced that peach fuzz couldn't grow.

"So," Killian spins the key around his index finger. "Snow said I could take this off."

David smiles. "And are you going to?"

"I don't know." Killian taps the side of his chin with his hook. "Do you think you've been a…" He takes a few steps closer so their faces are mere inches apart. Killian smirks as David shakes slightly. "Good boy?"

David's lips tremble, all sense of brat slowly melting away. "I think I've been good."

Killian kisses him, roughly biting down onto his lip. David yelps and Killian chuckles beneath the bite. "List the ways."

"I…I cleaned the stables." Killian arches an eyebrow. "I licked Regina clean after she and Snow had their fun."

"Mmm, anything else?"

"I came up here as soon as you asked, left my painting behind. Didn't even argue. And I waited for you to tell me to undress."

Killian traces his chin with his fingers. "You have been an exceptionally…" his hands reach to cup the cool metal that surrounds David. "Good boy." Pain erupts across David's face. "Aw, is it getting a bit too hard in there?" He smirks at his own joke.

David glowers at him. "Fucking asshole."

Killian arches an eyebrow. "Excuse me? Maybe I'll just leave it on for another few days…until Snow has the time…"

"No!" David sighs. "I mean, no thank you. Please, Daddy." He gently kisses him, his own hand brushing over Killian's torso. "Free me."

Killian shakes his head. If it were Snow, she'd probably tell him to leave it be. But his wife's not here. Neither of his wives can complain about how soft he is with David. He is the baby of the four of them after all.

He inserts the key into the lock and waits for the clicking sound. It falls to the plush carpet with a soft thud. Killian disarms the device and places it onto the ottoman. David lets out a moan of relief as his pale penis takes regular shape. Killian smiles, rubbing his bare shoulders.

"I say we give that a little break today," he offers. "How would you feel about me going inside of you?" His hand cups the penis, pumping it a couple of times to get it hard.

"Please," David moans.

Killian works his hand up and down the member, rubbing behind the balls. David leans into him, his chapped ass rubbing up against Killian's own crotch.

"You wanna do the lube?" Killian whispers into his ear. David doesn't respond, he continues to melt further into his fiancé. "David, I asked you a question?"

"Y…yes."

Killian pulls away, smacking his ass once he whines which just makes him do it more. "That didn't hurt. Go. It's the same place as always."

David rubs his ass as he walks to the nightstand. Killian rolls his eyes, unbuttoning his top and allowing it to fall to the floor. By the time David has debated and chosen his lubricant of choice, Killian is also naked. He kneels before him, tongue poking out of his mouth as he squirts a good amount of lube onto his hand. He carefully massages it over Killian, causing a cooling sensation to go up his veins. Killian runs his fingers through David's hair, gripping a few of the stray curls he couldn't brush down.

"I'm gonna get it on the floor," David warns.

"You can easily clean that up."

David smirks and finishes up before assuming his position on the bed. His palms plant against the heavy duvet, knees falling beneath him. Killian grabs hold of a couple of pillows, adding some support. He uses his hook to pry open David's cheeks, being careful not to pierce the skin too hard. David only lets out a small grunt, but doesn't utter the safe word, so with his hand, Killian applies the lubricant. He makes sure to get well in there, without making it too slippery for him.

He starts by kissing David's legs, turning the tiny kisses into sucking once he reaches his thighs. Evidence of his lips remain, forming tiny bruises in his wake. Killian continues as he makes it to his ass, sucking on the cheek harder and harder. David kicks his legs a bit and Killian slides his hook under them.

"If you fall and get hurt, Snow will have my arse," Killian mumbles in between suckling.

"I'd kill to see that," David teases.

Killian removes his mouth. "I'm sure you would, you dirty fucking peeper." They've learned since they met just how into voyeurism David is. He's happy to just watch and get off on his own as his loves fuck each other. "Always gotta keep my eye on you."

"Would you have it any other way?"

"Nah."

Without much warning, Killian allow himself to enter David. His fiancé grunts before cursing a bit. It takes a few tries for Killian to find his bearings, bracing himself by wrapping his arms around David's torso. He allows his chest to fall against his back, thrusting himself up and down. David screams into the duvet, burying his face. Killian groans himself having to hold on tight so not to fall. There was probably a better way to do this, but seeing David's sore dick and recently freed bottom, it took all he had not to just throw him down on the carpet to do this. Regina will take his other hand if he stains the carpet. Apparently, the maids have had a hard time getting rid of the stains.

"Shit," he curses, realizing he forgot the rag for David.

"Wha'?" David's voice comes out breathless. "Hurt?"

"No, love. Just…I'll," he thrusts himself up and down. "Deal with Snow's wrath."

David lets out a loud laugh and Killian goes a bit harder as revenge. He allows his cool cheek to graze against David's warm back, taking comfort in the feeling of his clear skin. His eyes grow harder, remembering just how much energy this takes out of him. He used to be able to go longer when he first met Snow and Regina, now it takes up too much stamina. In all of the excitement with today, he barely touched breakfast and definitely didn't drink enough water. Not caring about himself, he makes a silent vow to hold out for his fiancé, he deserves to finish after all he's been pent up this week.

Killian thrusts himself a few more times. David cries out and Killian doesn't need to ask if he's come. The boy is such an easy fucking slut. The other part of Killian is relieved. He sees himself out and tumbles back onto the bed. How is he already exhausted?

"You're getting old," David mumbles.

Killian half-heartedly reaches out to smack any general part of his southern region, his hand slapping against David's calf. "Shut up, brat."

"I'd come ya know…but…sore."

Killian waves his hook, even though David can't see it. "I'm good, I promise."

Regina's soothing voice fills the room. "We thought we might walk in on you two…but seems we just missed it."

Killian blinks a few times, taking in his wives. Snow walks over. She runs her fingers through David's hair before moving them down to his back and gently rubbing it. Regina takes her spot besides Killian, rubbing her hand up and down his sore legs. Killian allows his head to fall into her lap, shutting his eyes. A tiny kiss is placed to his lips, her dark lipstick smudging against them.

"Rest," Snow whispers. "We'll run a bath for the two of you." Killian can hear her tsk. "You were pretty adventurous."

Killian's eyes flicker open. "You told me to do it!"

"And you know better than to strain yourself. You could've gotten hurt." She fixes him with a Look and he sighs. It's Snow's turn to kiss him and cast a gentler gaze. "You okay, though?"

"Yes, love. I promise." He returns the kiss, taking in her vanilla perfume. "Is that a new scent?"

"You like?"

"Very much."

Snow runs her thumb against his sweaty locks. "I picked up some new things for my boys too."

Killian lazily smiles up at her. "Too good to us."

"Nope," she pops her p. "You deserve it, all of it."

Another kiss turns him into a reverse Sleeping Beauty, sending him into a nap as his wives head to the adjoining room.