Author's note: Just a little Tumblr smut prompt. Enjoy!

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Guy's Night Out

"She caught you doing what?"

Will mumbled something the others didn't quite catch. Killian shook his head. "Out with it, mate. What is it they say here? Ripping off a band aid? Give us the goods."

"Sounds like someone is catching on to the ways of the Land Without Magic," Will shot back, taking a stiff swig of his whiskey.

Killian waved his own tumbler of rum at the thief. "Stop changing the subject. The bookworm caught you doing something. Spill. Or I'll make you."

"I'd like to see you try."

David kicked them both under the table; both men muttered an irritated "bloody hell." "Knock it off, both of you," the prince admonished. "Or I'll kick both your asses, got it?"

"Will's always been a stubborn one," Robin interjected. "Haven't you?"

"How did you all manage to live in the same land?" Victor asked. "All this testosterone can't have been healthy."

"Says the man who's slept his way through half of Storybrooke," David muttered under his breath.

Everyone looked between the prince and the doctor, not expecting the outburst. "Haven't you thrown that back at me enough? We were cursed, remember? And I'm with Ruby now, so shut it."

"The she wolf?" Killian asked. Somehow he had missed this development. Which wasn't all that surprising considering his own preoccupation with a certain savior.

"Ruby's a wolf?" Will said, surprised. "I didn't know that!"

"You mean the wolf hanging from her rearview mirror didn't give it away?" David asked sarcastically. "You know, for a thief, you are woefully unobservant."

"Oi!" Will slammed his half empty glass down on the tabletop. "You take that back!"

"Will," Robin said quietly, hand on his sometime friend's arm. "I believe you were telling us all a story?"

Will glared, but nodded. There was still some tension between the two men; Killian wasn't clear on the particulars. Something that happened in the Enchanted Forest was all he knew. Robin had been very surprised when the former member of his Merry Men had turned up in town from one of Killian's least favorite places, Wonderland. The whys and the hows were still a mystery.

"Fine," Will sighed heavily, as if girding himself for his own embarrassment. "So I was in the library, right?"

"Did you try to break in again?" Killian asked. He'd punched Will full in the face the last time he'd tried that. Back when Killian had had his hand. It had been a very bad night.

"No!" Will cried, indignant. "I was in there on legitimate business!"

"Sure you were," Robin said skeptically.

"Anyway, so I'm in the library, minding my own, right? Looking for...it doesn't matter." he said quickly, averting his eyes. "But I got a bit peckish. So I pulled one of those granola bars from me pocket, yeah? No harm, no foul, right?"

"Let me guess," Victor said. "Not right?"

"She bloody well comes out of nowhere, hitting me upside the head with a newspaper! Ranting about eating in her library!"

Everyone burst out laughing. David was laughing so hard he got a stitch in his side. "Belle?" he managed to stammer. "Are we talking about the same woman?"

"It bloody well hurt!" Will defended. "She may be tiny, but she packs a punch!"

"I'd listen to him, highness," Robin assured, still chuckling. "Belle can be quite formidable when she wants to be." Killian silently agreed, having had his own run ins with the petite brunette. She appeared soft and delicate, but she was anything but.

"How she could even move that fast in those bloody shoes is beyond me," Will muttered, still annoyed. "I swear they are death traps."

David groaned, then took a healthy drink of his bourbon. "You're telling me. Why do women in this world need so many shoes?"

"Snow got you organizing the closet again, mate?" Killian taunted.

"Shut up, pirate."

"Regina's the same," Robin said, nodding sagely. "She's got an entire walk in closet that's bigger than a bedroom at Granny's!"

"Well, when you're the Queen," Victor said, shrugging, "it's to be expected, I suppose."

"Everything's so short here," David complained. "Short or tight. That can't be comfortable."

"You'd rather they all run around in ballgowns?" Victor shot back. "And some of us happen to like short and tight."

"Aye, Ruby had some very agreeable outfits during the curse," Will replied. When Victor glared at him, the thief held up his heads. "Which I so did not have anything to do with."

"Funny, I don't hear any of the ladies complaining," Killian said, gesturing for another round. He remembered all too well Emma's discomfort with the clothing of her native realm. Even though Killian had loved it. "I think it's just you, mate."

"I do believe the pirate is correct," Robin said. "Women's clothing is much more practical in this realm. Much more functional, especially considering how we're dodging some evil villain every other day."

"That's not all clothing in this realm is good for," Victor muttered.

"Why don't you enlighten us, mate?" Will said, downing the last of his whiskey just as the barkeep arrived with another round. "What's Ruby got on under those shorts?"

"Like I'd tell you."

"You're among friends, Victor," Robin said, chuffing the doctor on the arm. "Nothing goes past this table, agreed?" Robin shared a look with Killian, who nodded. Both of them were with women who would likely have their heads if they knew what they were discussing. All around them, the other men nodded.

Victor took a drink from his glass. Killian couldn't remember what he was drinking, scotch perhaps? "Well...she's got this corset. It's red, of course. And she wears these heels and nothing else."

There was an awkward silence. Some of them knew Ruby better than others, but all of them had eyes. Ruby was a very fetching woman, objectively speaking. Killian hadn't paid her much mind except for that one time in the bloody hospital, and that had been more to get a rise out his Swan than anything else.

"God, someone else spill," Victor said. "I can't be the only one here."

Robin cleared his throat, his cheeks tinging pink. But he manfully squared his shoulders and told his own tale. Killian tried to tune it out as much as he could. He really didn't need to know the goings on in Regina's bedroom. Instead, he was picturing some of the things Emma had worn for him. The undergarments of this realm were...magic, Killian was sure. Lace and satin, sometimes with stockings and garters. Emma was breathtaking all on her own, but gods help him, he loved when he arrived home with her in some new lingerie. It was one of his favorite things in the Land Without Magic.

"What about you, pirate?" Will asked, cutting through his increasingly dirty thoughts. "I'll bet the Savior's got some...interesting things in her closet."

"Watch it, thief," David said dangerously. But Killian decided to ignore him; it was always fun to make the prince squirm.

"Now that you mention it, there is this one thing..." Killian said, a smirk on his lips. He could already see David's face going red. "I believe Swan calls it a bustier?"

David slammed his hand down on the table. "Nope. I can't hear this." He got up, his chair screeching loudly against the wooden floor. "You boys have a good night."

"Aw, come on, Dave!"

"Wait until you all have daughters!" David warned, pointing his finger at the other four men. The he spun on his heel and left, the others not looking the least bit sorry.

"Well, what are you waiting for, pirate?" Victor said. "Finish!"

"Very well." He described the outfit in question, a black bustier that laced up with silk ribbons, along with the matching panties and stockings held up with garters. She always wore her tallest heels,

accentuating her already lean legs, blonde curls framing her face. It was by far his favorite.

"Bloody hell," Will said when Killian finished. "You are a lucky son of a bitch, you know that?"

"Aye. I know."

A few minutes later, Killian excused himself to use the loo. He didn't really need to, he just wanted to talk to Emma without the others knowing. He pulled out his new phone—Emma had insisted, despite Killian's protests—and tapped out a message.

In only took her a moment to reply. How's the night out going?, it read.

Bloody boring, he lied. He wondered if her superpower extended to text?

Not enough rum?

You know me too well, love. Want to improve my night?

I'm listening.

Do you remember that little black number with the ribbon and stockings?

Yeah...

Would you wear it for me?

NOW?

Oh yes, NOW.

But it's so much work. He could practically see her pout; it always made him want to suck that pouting lip into his mouth.

Have I ever disappointed you, darling?

Her reply took longer than he expected; she did so love making him sweat. Bloody minx. Give me a half hour. And it better be worth my while, pirate.

Oh, it will be. Killian slid the phone back into his pocket before exiting the bathroom. It would take him about twenty minutes to walk back to their apartment, so he had ten minutes to waste. He exchanged some inconsequential pleasantries with his companions and finished his drink. It took him another five minutes to beg off the rest of the night, making up some nonsense about Emma needing him for...something. The details weren't important. At least one of them saw right through it.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Will shouted across the bar as Killian took his leave. Killian rolled his eyes and stepped out into the warm night. It was such a difference from when the Ice Queen terrorized them all.

Anticipation coiled in his stomach as he walked, his legs eating up the ground in long purposeful strides. He imagined all the things he would do to Emma when he got home, how to make her whimper and writhe for him. She was so controlled all the time; he lived for those moments when he could make her lose all semblance of composure until she was nothing more than a tight hot ball of need.

When he got home, he slipped his key into the lock and turned it. It came open with a click and he slipped inside. It was darker than he expected, only the tableside lamps providing any illumination. It didn't take long for his eyes to find Emma.

She leaned back against the pillar, shoulders against the wood, legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. Killian swallowed, letting his gaze wander over her, from her sky high thin heels up along those long legs. He licked his lips when he saw the scrap of lace that covered her sex, so small it could barely be called underwear. And as requested, the sheer black bustier that accentuated her breasts, making his mouth water.

His pants were painfully tight in moments.

"Bad night?" Emma asked, winding one of her golden curls around her slender finger.

"Not anymore." He advanced on her slowly, still drinking the dark fabric against her pale perfect skin.

"The boys not as fun as you hoped?"

Killian shook his head. "Boring the lot of them."

"Don't let my father hear you say that."

"Sadly, the prince had to retire early." He was almost in front of her now, his palm itching to reach out and touch.

"How come?"

Finally, Killian met her eyes. "Let's just say the topic of conversation was not suitable for the prince's ears."

"And what topic was that?" Emma did what he couldn't, reaching out and slipping her hand under his jacket and toying with his waistcoat.

"Women's clothing in this realm," he replied, finally allowing himself to touch her, fingers grazing the bare strip of skin along her hip.

Emma raised a brow, hand sliding down over his clothed chest. "And did you partake in this conversation?"

"A gentleman never kisses and tells, love."

Emma shook her head, her eyes twinkling with mirth. "You so did."

He moved until he was straddling her legs. "Are you angry with me?"

"It got you home, didn't it?"

Killian grinned, wrapping his fake hand around her waist and pulling their hips flush. "Indeed it did." He jerked her forward, bringing her roughly to his chest, their lips colliding in a fiery kiss. Emma yanked on his clothes, using his body to remain upright. Killian pushed them back toward the pillar, pressing Emma up against it with a loud thump.

He plundered her mouth, as she pushed at his jacket, trying to get it off. "Did you miss me, Swan?" he asked, pausing long enough to help her shuck it off.

"No," she said defiantly.

Killian chuckled, his fingers moving down between her legs. She was already wet. "Liar."

Emma rolled her hips into his touch, mewling softly. "Cocky, aren't you?"

"Very." Killian slid his hands under her thighs and hoisted her up. Her legs went around him automatically, those heels pressing into his back. Killian rocked his hips forward, rubbing his hard cock against her damp core. "Can you feel that, Swan? That's what you do to me."

Emma shamelessly rocked her hips right back, biting her lip. "Fuck."

"Is it worth your while yet, love?"

"Not even close." She pulled his lips back to hers, kissing him roughly, their hips rocking together in an all too familiar rhythm. "Are you gonna fuck me or not?" she demanded, pulling on his hair.

Killian growled, nipping at her lip. "Be careful what you wish for, Swan." His hands slid back under her ass and he carried her to their bedroom. He deposited her on their bed so that she was sitting on the edge. "Don't touch," he ordered as he deftly started unbuttoning his waistcoat. He was going to make her watch as he stripped.

Waistcoat, shirt and boots found their way to the floor. Emma watched him with hooded eyes as each patch of skin was revealed, her fingers clutching involuntarily. She hated when he didn't let her touch, which is why he did it. It was just another way to drive her crazy.

Killian stepped between her spread thighs, the crotch of his pants in her face. He slowly unbuttoned them, lowering the nip. The one thing he refused when he'd adopted this world's attire was wear some contraption Emma referred to as briefs; there wasn't a stitch under his pants and Emma knew it. Her eyes flickered between his open pants and his eyes and he nodded. Emma reached in and gasped him firmly, just the way he liked.

Killian pushed the pants over his hips to give her better access. "Suck."

Emma gave him a devilish grin and lowered her head, those dark red lips wrapping around his cock. She took him in slowly, making his eyes roll back in his head. He thrust forward, swaying on slightly unsteady legs. A loud moan tore from his throat as she picked up her pace, undeterred by his thrusting hips. She was sinfully good at this, licking and laving with her tongue, hollowing out her cheeks as she sucked him deeply into her wet mouth.

"So bloody good, Swan," he mumbled, hand threading through her curls. "Gods, just like that." Pressure built low in his belly; he'd have to stop her before he lost control, but damn, it felt amazing. His Swan dressed like this with her perfect lips wrapped around his cock; it was a far better time than drinking in the town watering hole.

"Stop!" he shouted, just in the nick of time. Emma released him with a wet plop, pouting like he'd taken away her treat. Killian shook his head, panting. "You're just asking for it, aren't you?"

Emma cocked her head, smirking. "Maybe I am. Think you can handle that?"

Bloody hell. She just knew every single button to push, didn't she? Clearly, he wasn't the only one who loved seeing the other completely unrestrained and wild.

"Lay back on the bed," he demanded, shoving his pants the rest of the way off. "And spread your legs. You're gonna feel this in the morning."

Emma quickly did as he bid, hair fanning out behind her head; she looked flushed and wanton, the strip of lace covering her soaked. Killian climbed onto the bed, nodding at her approvingly. "That's my girl." He knelt down and pushed the lace aside, inhaling her rich scent. His fingers teased her wet bare flesh; it was another aspect of this realm that he found he rather enjoyed. Emma whimpered softly, rocking into his touch.

"Stop teasing," she said, her voice breathy and strained.

"As you wish." He pulled the fabric that covered her away, not caring that he'd destroyed it. He could get her new ones. He pulled her legs up over his shoulders, the stockings ticking his skin as he lined himself up with her entrance and pushed forward, sheathing himself completely. They'd done this often enough that she no longer needed to adjust, taking him in one thrust. "Fuck." She was so hot, so tight like this; he couldn't help it; he took her with hard deep plunges, bending her legs down toward her chest, getting as deep as he could.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," Emma muttered, lying prone and helpless under him. "Fuck."

"Feels so fucking good, Swan," he gasped, sweat beading on his brow. "Gods."

"Harder," she sobbed, head thrashing. "Christ, harder."

Killian let her legs down, slipping out of her briefly. He slid forward, resting her thighs on top of his as he slid back inside her. He braced himself on his hands, real and fake, looming over her and thrusting deeply. The angle was incredible, hitting the spot that made her see stars over and over again. She would definitely feel this in the morning, the penetration deep and hard, just as she asked.

"I'm coming!" Emma yelled, her whole body trembling as her orgasm washed over her, her inner muscles fluttering around him wildly. He pushed through it, drawing out her pleasure while seeking his own. She was still spasming around him as he came, her name tumbling from his lips. He collapsed unceremoniously on top of her, both of them panting for air. Emma made a tiny sound of protest and Killian rolled off her, not wanting crush her with his weight.

"Holy shit," she breathed, rolling on her side. She winced a little as her legs fell closed.

"You alright there, Swan?" he asked, brushing some sweat slicked hair away from her face.

"Yeah, just great." When he didn't look satisfied, she rolled her eyes. "I am fine. I swear." She thumbed the scar on his cheek. "Very much worth my while, okay?"

"Okay." He kissed her forehead tenderly and shucked his brace before drawing her into his arms.

Emma burrowed against him, nuzzling his neck. "So when's the next guy's night out?"