His soft hair tousled the bottom of his chin. This was one of the best feelings he had felt in a long time. Hook was on the verge of an orgasm, yet he didn't wish for Peter to know that he could be seduced so easily. However, if Peter kept going down, who know how much longer he could keep it inside. Hook knew that Pan would find great pleasure in knowing he was able to cause such extreme feelings, which would almost definitively be taken advantage of in the future.
The boy was to the pirate's hips, sweetly caressing his soft lips against the smooth skin that covered his lover's tremendous body. Slowly, steadily, he moved down. Hooks' body was beginning to convulse. His hips were thrusting into the air, with Peter gently managing to keep control on top.
Hook was able to feel the smile creep upon the young boys' face as Peter began gaining more and more control over the situation. Hook was almost out of control – there was almost nothing that would be able to stop what was on the verge of ensuing.
Suddenly Hook felt a slight twinge of control once more. But what had happened? Hook knew Peter would never give up that easily, especially from the joy that he knew would arise out of the boys' ego. After a few moments he had enough control to hike himself onto his elbows, with clear enough vision to glance at what Peter was doing.
He was smiling. It was a slick smile, showing true manipulation behind the eyes of the young soul. Hook knew that Pan was able of manipulation, but he had no idea that Pan was manipulative enough to leave Hook on the edge of orgasm – that was cruelty beyond what he had seen in his lifetime.
Pan kept his gaze into the darkened eyes of the pirate in front of him, while slowly starting to resume his kissing. He was almost to the top of Hooks groin when suddenly his techniques changed. He no longer proceeded downward – no that would give Hook too much pleasure at once. Instead he started rising up towards Hook's chest with his tongue, caressing the surface hard enough to provide stimulation, but lightly enough to make the skin of his lover crawl with goose bumps. Once he got to the pectoral region dark hair began to weave its way into Pan's mouth, resulting in a return to kisses. Hook had never had anyone do anything like this to him before, and he could feel more stimulation just waiting to emanate.
Pan was now at Hook's neck – a place that was known to be invigorating, yet now Hook was aware of so many other areas that had never before been explored.
Hook was finding it harder to breathe. He knew that his convulsions would begin soon, but he wanted one more look at Peter before giving in. It didn't help that he had fallen from his resting position on his elbows as Pan was making his way up the well-formed body of Hook, requiring Hook to somehow hoist himself up – or at least curve his neck enough – to be able to get a glimpse at Pan. Normally this would prove easier, but Hook was so close to ejaculating that it took all his strength to proceed with that simple task.
Once Hook was finally able to get enough strength and control to just look at his lovers face, the smile that had crept upon Peter's face as Hook had been losing control simply made Hook lose it even more. He didn't have the strength to keep his head up. He fell back to the bed, closing his eyes with his hips thrust into the air. Hook hadn't noticed it, but as Pan was gradually climbing his way to the top, his body began to straddle that of Hook's more and more. Their pelvises were aligned with one another, and Pan knew enough to start gliding his hips in swaying forward motions to make Hook even more vulnerable than he already was.
Hook didn't know why Pan was suddenly so adventurous, or where any of this activity had come from, but he knew that he could not resist it. His feelings were as excitable as watching a much anticipated movie in theaters for the first time. Hook never wanted it to end, and so he was glad once Peter began moving down again.
This time Peter's lips still did a lot of the talking, but his hands were playing a role in the situation as well. He gently slid his hand under the top of the pirate's well-fitted trousers, carefully massaging his way down to the most stimulating area that he knew of.
Once Hook felt the chill of Pan's fingertips against the heat that had been absorbed throughout this escapade, he lost all control. A moan escaped him, while his bottom half flung into the air as if shot from a rocket.
Pan let out a slight chuckle, clearly pleased in the knowledge of what excites the person closest to him. If anything, this simply gave leeway to future events of which Pan would require an underlying knowledge and potential blackmail; that is, if those events were ever to occur. Even through his joyous excitement of stimulating his lover, he never lost sight of what he truly wished to accomplish.
Pan slid lower and lower, until he had reached the top of Hook's groin. Before he would have stopped and simply made Hook suffer, but now, after a moan, Pan knew he needed to go farther. However, before that could happen, Pan needed to look Hook straight in the eye. He needed Hook to know just how devoted he was to him, and what the extents were that he was willing to go for him.
Sliding his hand up the hard shaft, he was releasing his hand into fresh air once more, but not before lightly caressing Hook's testicles, sending a chill up his spine. Once Pan's hand was free, he moved up towards Hook's face, straddling the sides of his lover's body ever-so-slightly to give off a sense that more was soon to come, but something was going to happen first.
This new positioning made Hook open his eyes to find Peter's face almost directly over his. He gazed into the deep blue of the young boys' eyes, noticing that they shone far brighter than the ocean would any night with a clear moon out; he could see the cunning side of Peter hidden behind the outside of his gaze; he could see the anguish from the boys' life hidden behind the grin of self-discipline; but most of all Hook could see the look in Peter's eyes telling him that he was nowhere near done, and that an eternal debt would soon be owed.
Once Peter saw the glow in Hook's eyes indicating that he received the message trying to be sent, Peter went back to between the pirate's legs, but not before managing to run both his hands inside the black fabric covering Hook's legs, to give the sensation of touch in the nether regions of Hook's ruggedly handsome body. This once again sent Hook into a state of euphoria, where there was nothing but moans and pleasure.
Soon Peter's fragile hands were at the belt attached to his clothing, quickly managing to release any piece of cloth that covered such a glorious creature. Once Hook caught on to what it was Peter was exactly going to do, he quickly helped navigate his legs out of his pants – tossing the clothing to the side so as not to get in the way.
It was mere moments before the floor in front of the two were strewn with clothes. The mess that was steadily growing expanded as more articles of clothing passed along the ground, yet neither of the lovers gave much thought to it. Both were preoccupied by the bodies of one another, which slowly started to glisten more and more in the moonlight as sweat began to make its way to the top of their skin. It wasn't long after the full nudity of the two began that their bodies managed to slide across one another from the lubrication of their sweat. This was ideal for Pan because once Hook's trousers were removed, Peter had managed to climb his way back to Hook's face to let his tongue intertwine with his lover's before going further. With the sweat that had gathered between the two, Pan easily slid down the magnificent body held under him once their tongues had finished dancing. Hook had no idea what was to come from this point forward, he just knew that whatever it was would be more exceptional than anything he had ever experienced before in his life.
Hook was right. There was a new sensation flowing throughout his body. Most experiences he had thought he had understood, or at least knew roughly what it was going to be like – but not this. There was a wetness covering his shaft, and it took a few moments for him to fully realize what was happening.
Pan had grasped the nether-regions of the glorious pirate's body, holding it straight up so as to get a better angle. It was mere seconds before he went down. Peter had never done this before, but he knew that he wished to perform it at least once, and that the dear-old Captain Hook was the one he wished to perform it on.
His mouth fit perfectly along the object that was now in his mouth, and everything felt so right to him in that instant. He was making his lover moan, slowly increasing the rate of his breathing from the increased stimulation that Hook was clearly feeling. Pan's head bobbed up and down, making sure to move his tongue to cover all surfaces. The only tricky part was making sure his teeth stayed out of the way – he didn't want to injure anyone in this process.
He bobbed up and down three or four times before taking his mouth off, switching to licking the outside of the skin. While he was licking the sides (not wanting to stimulate the head too much yet) his grasp on his lover started moving up and down.
Hook was stunned. Through his stimulated self he managed to wonder how he had become so lucky to receive not only a blow job, but a hand job as well. He didn't have much time to think though because his lover kept working harder and harder to escalate the pleasure that was being given.
Pan continued dancing around Hook's penis with his tongue, until he decided that the head was the way to go. He increased his hand motions, but now focused his tongue upon the end of what he had previously been working on. He knew that this was one of the most sensitive areas for a man, and so he wanted to wait to make sure that there was enough development before he went to this stage.
Pan's head managed to stay in one spot while his mouth did all the talking. His soft tongue leapt from side to side, occasionally going over the top while other times managing to just go in circles. Pan was able to glance at Hook during this, finding great pleasure in the awed and breathless expression that was strewn across his face.
Gaining satisfaction from the reaction he was spawning, Pan now felt comfortable moving his head once more. He let his mouth go on again, bobbing once more while having his tongue flit over the various surfaces it could find. The moans and breathlessness increased. Pan knew that what he wished to happen would occur shortly. Just a little longer, and the ultimate gratification would ensue, creating one of the largest debts Pan had ever managed to establish.
3…2…1…success.
Hook was done. There was nothing he could do to hold back any longer, resulting in a white ooze emitting from the end of his penis, straight into the mouth of his lover.
Pan immediately swallowed this, then proceeded to remove his mouth from the wet shaft he had been working on. Hook laid there breathless, unsure of what to do. Never before had anyone given him that much enjoyment, and never again would he feel like it would happen again.
Peter made his way to Hook's side, resting his head and hand on the muscled chest in front of him. Hook was still unable to speak, so Pan made the first actual words since they had met earlier that evening.
"So you enjoyed it then." It wasn't a question, and both the men knew it. Hook didn't trust moving his head as of that particular moment, which simply gave Pan even more fulfillment of his last task.
"Well you deserved it, after everything you have to put up with." At this Hook became quizzical, but quickly realized that Peter was referring to Emma and the others. If only they all could get along, Hook would be able to manage things so much easier, yet he knew that that would never be the case. Not after Peter had tried to steal Henry's heart.
Peter saw the seconds of confusion upon Hook's face, but soon saw it turn to understanding – exactly what he wanted to happen. Pan adjusted his head so that it would be in the most comfortable position, and then closed his eyes in hopes of catching wondrous dreams of future success and love. Hook followed suit, resting his hand on Peter's back in a position allowing him to stroke it when wanted, then closed his eyes and quickly faded into a land of joy and simplicity.
As the two lovers found sweet dreams in the arms of one another, a silent visitor had come to see what was going on. Tinkerbell had made her way onto the pirate's ship in hopes of snooping around to find answers about Peter and his plans; little did she know that she would gain insight into what would be the most crucial piece of evidence she could have ever hoped for. When she heard some moans come from below deck, she carefully crept to the door. With her ear pressed against the wood, she was able to understand that the moans were coming from the pirate. But what would make him create such noise? Tinkerbell didn't know, and so she made her way to a secret chamber she had discovered once while being a captor on the Jolly Roger.
This room provided a peep-hole directly into the captain's chambers, and what Tink saw made her second-guess everything she had previously known. She knew Peter Pan was a boy of many secrets, but a secret like this was beyond what she had even imagined.
Peter Pan…and Captain Hook? She tried to put two and two together, but was coming up with no explanations. She knew the two had always despised each other, and she had seen first-hand how many different methods had been used to attempt the death of each other. The longer she looked, the more concerned she became. Peter had never tried to do that with anyone else before, so what made the pirate captain so different?
Tinkerbell couldn't take anymore so she silently raced from the chamber to where her boat was swaying against the ship. She was still irked that she no longer had access to much pixie dust, and what she did have access to was in extremely short supply, but she had bigger things on her mind. What was going on in Neverland? The secrets that kept surfacing increased in confusion with each one, and Tinkerbell didn't know what to do. The only thing she could manage to do was to sail back to the island, make it to her hideaway, and try to sort everything out in hopes of understanding the boy which she once loved.
***(I'm really sorry about not updating in a while, and I don't want to use excuses even though there are some extremely valid ones I could use *coughschoolcough* but I'll try to update more when I get a chance and get a break from basically everything. I hope that this chapter will suffice people's needs/wants for more of this fanfic until I'm able to get more up.)***