A/N warnings: This chapter is very explicit! I'm not joking - in fact just to make sure you understand I'm putting it in capital letters: VERY EXPLICIT!
They lay against the bed, fully exposed and erected, with Hook leaning against his left elbow. His metal hook dug against the sheet fabrics, and he peered down at the hatter from his slanted position.
Their skin tones clashed in contrast, and Jefferson gulped at being laid so openly bared. Hook, however, didn't seem too fazed in his stark nudity; and he trailed a finger down the hatter's throat towards his chest, where he began stroking the smooth strong muscles a bit; circling around the man's nipples.
Jefferson shivered as the other moved his hand back up and stroked almost lovingly from his chin, down his neck, and back up again. It was a repeated motion that caused the hatter to whimper a bit as Hook leaned towards him, whispering against his ear, "Ever been with another lad, love?"
Hatter shook his head. "No," He breathed, his toes curling as Hook leaned over-top of him to press their lips together almost feverishly. A tongue swiped at his bottom lip, and Jefferson's own tongue peeked out, possibly to wet his chapped lips, but nevertheless side-swiping the other's tongue; which managed to open his mouth in shock.
Hook smirked as he pulled his mouth away, licking from the hatter's lips down to the side of his face; nestling his own face in the crook of the panting man's neck, while still pressing sloppy kisses at the flesh he found there.
He had managed to pull himself completely on top of the hatter, and he watched in pure fascination as Jefferson's hands snuck up around his neck, his fingers slipping through the strands of hair that covered the back of the pirate's head.
Their soft bellies met as Hook lowered himself down upon the hatter, his metal hook pointed almost dangerously at the hatter's head, and Jefferson moaned at the sensation; digging his fingers even more greedily into the pirate's hair, while shivering as he felt the scratchy bristles of a beard nuzzling under his chin and teeth nibbling at the side of his neck.
Hook lifted his head up from his spot against the hatter's throat and looked down upon the unruly man. His hair was tangled and it flopped a bit against his forehead, and he twisted his head upon the offered pillows.
His blue eyes snapped open and he stared up at the pirate; his hands letting go of their tight lock around the other's neck to begin their trail up the man's chest.
Jefferson hummed as his fingers stroked through the soft dark coarse strands of chest hair. Hook must have appreciated the domestic caressing as he gave soft sighs of pleasure, and the hatter could feel something stir and tighten down below.
Slowly Hook moved away from Jefferson's prying fingertips, and moved his head down the hatter's body, leaving slightly wet kisses upon every inch of skin his mouth came across.
Jefferson jolted momentarily as the captain's tongue daringly dipped into his navel before creating a wet mess through the tiny curls of dark pubic hair that began to trail downwards.
The hatter squirmed suddenly – knowing where the pirate was headed, and his knees bent upwards; knocking the captain in the head.
Hook half-glared up from between Jefferson's parted legs, and gently pushed, with both his good hand and the back of his hook, the hatter's thighs so they fell open against the bed's comforter.
Jefferson cringed a bit, squeezing his eyes closed as he felt the slight puffs of air against his burning erection.
Hook paused and looked up at the hatter.
"Relax, love," He ordered softly.
The hatter tried to, but nothing could stop his hips from moving upwards as Hook took all of him into his mouth. The mustache and beard tickled the sides of the heated head, and the pirate grinned to himself as he let his tongue lap up the leaking pre-cum streaks.
Jefferson cried out, different worldly curses escaping him as his hips moved of their own accord.
Warm wetness and a devious tongue wrapped around his shaft, and Jefferson screamed even louder. His head brushed back against the lush pillows while his hands grip tightly to the bed sheets, his toes curling and tensing a bit.
His hips rose off the bed for split second, and his head tilted backwards as an honest open cry overtook his senses. Hook merely swallowed the ejaculation before pulling his mouth away and rising from the bed to take another gulp from the provided wine.
"Christ," The hatter heaved, rising up on his elbows and gazing at the pirate who merely winked seductively at him.
Fighting the impulse to smash the wine out of the modest man's hand, Jefferson beckoned the other over towards the side of the bed.
Hook obliged.
It's better to let the portal-jumper think he has some power tonight. He thought.
Jefferson, however, took the pirate by surprise as he flipped from the position of on his back to his stomach before, just as quickly, he was lifting himself up; so he was now sitting in a kneeling position on the bed. Before the other could remark on how fast he moved, Jefferson had bent down to take all of Hook into his mouth.
His tongue dipped and swirled around the captain's head, and Hook groaned in encouragement. He had placed the wine down on the wooden stand and was running his right hand through the hatter's matted hair; gripping it tight and shoving the other's face closer against his crotch, knowing fully well that the hatter was taking more of him in.
"That's it, pet," Hook half groaned, letting go of his treacherous hold and reached back for the wine jug again. "Suck!"
Jefferson rolled his eyes at the command, but continued to pull his cheeks inwardly and swirl his tongue up and down. The pulsing organ hit the roof of his mouth in what he assumed was pure excitement, and as he pulled his head and mouth back a bit, trying to gain some leverage of air, cool liquid that came out of seemly nowhere hit him precisely on the crown of his head.
He choked in bewilderment and felt the liquid pour in lazy streaks down his face and back. He pulled his mouth completely away from the other's unhindered cock, and spat out tiny droplets of sweet wine and a little bit of pre-cum.
"What the hel-"The hatter's baffled discouragement was silenced abruptly at the mouth descending rapidly upon his own.
Just as quickly as the mouth had become attached to the other it was gone, and Jefferson found himself stretched out on his right side, and the infamous pirate pressing up behind him.
Gingerly, Hook nibbled at the back of the hatter's neck while angling himself up and against Jefferson's quivering entrance.
There was no such thing as preparation in Hook's opinion – unless of course in involved a lass or two – the pain would soon give way to pleasure. As was with the given situation Hook could only grunt as he guided himself into the other and heard the man scream. Whether it was in pain or pleasure, the pirate didn't know nor did he really care as delicious tightness instantly clamped down upon his aching cock.
Hook pulled the hatter's hips backwards and kissed underneath his left ear. He had stilled his own hips movement, and took the spared moments to try and loosen the hatter's body a bit. His metal hook dragged cautiously down against the hatter's chest, igniting flitting sparks of pleasure even more.
Hook's kisses left the hatter's left earlobe and trailed downwards, teeth biting tenderly into the folds of sweaty flesh, while Jefferson could feel a shiver lacing through his back. His body slightly arched up in pleasure, his back falling flat against the pirate's chest.
Hook pushed his face closer to the back of the hatter's head as he could, and ran his nose into the curls of hair.
His cock twitched restlessly inside of the other's body, and the pirate was startled out of his deeply immense inhaling of the other's hair – the spicy-like scent that seem to radiated from the hatter himself tickled into his nostrils – by warm hands stroking his left bicep that was wrapped around his intended's chest.
He lifted his head from its cushioned placement of being perched on top the hatter's left shoulder to gaze at his companion's face.
Jefferson met his gaze; his body internally squeezing a bit as he lifted, unintentionally, his bum up and down, and he subsequently began rotating somewhat against the pirate's lap. Hook groaned at the sensation and felt himself unconsciously slip out only to slam full frontal back into the hatter.
Jefferson yelped at the sensation, and felt the rhythm of pulsing hips that were constantly pressing up against him begin to speed up even more.
A leg crossed over his left thigh and a mouth pressed wetly, openly, against his collarbone. The spacious bed began to sway and squeak under the rutting position, and Jefferson felt his mouth fall open as quivers of pleasure trembled throughout his body.
"K-Killian," The name was spoken in such a dire combined exclamation of joy and thanks, which for a moment almost complimented that of his dear parted Milah. It had Hook blinking his eyes open fiercely as he felt a hand reach behind to cradle his head.
Jefferson twisted his head back and angled it upwards to press a small chaste kiss to the corner of the pirate's lips.
Jefferson pulled away as he felt Hook press harder into his body, and he trailed his own right hand down to wrap around his aching cock.
He cupped it, pulling it up and twirling the head between his forefinger, middle finger, and thumb. A spasm shook through him as his thumb pressed over the tip of the head, causing his self to quake in pleasure, and cry out thickly while translucent whiteness soon covered his upper stomach and chest.
Behind him Hook's teeth had torn against the side of his neck; bringing a terrifying sensation that was only amplified by the pirate's loud cry while his own organ exploded within him.
Blood gushed down the hatter's neck, running in sloppy streaks and Hook felt himself still trembling in the aftershocks of his immense orgasm.
He licked tenderly at the intrusion mark he had inflicted upon the other's skin, and gently pulled out. Jefferson whined, and instantly turned around to admire the other; hissing a bit in discomfort as his bum changed drastic position.
He ran his fingers through the dark chest hair that was dripping with sweat before cheekily laying back against the bed frame and rolling his eyes somewhat dramatically.
"Oh Captain," He evenly mocked gracefully. "You know how to woo your bed partners alright."
Hook snorted, but admiration was in his eyes as he pulled the hatter's face up against his own.
His mouth plundered the other's, and Hook drew Jefferson into his arms; circling his metal hook to lie dangerously against the man's heart.
His eyes drooped a bit, but snapped open in irritation as the hatter hissed at him, "Don't go to sleep!"
"I prefer to be fully rested before I set sails in the morning, pet."
"I won't be here in the morning, Captain," Jefferson argued.
"I know you won't, but for the moment you should at least wait till the rest of the village is asleep before stealing their jewel and disappearing through your hat, portal-jumper."
The corners of Jefferson's mouth twitched upwards, and he snuggled suddenly against the pirate; resting his head underneath the other's chin.
"I do believe we could have had a great partnership together, Killian Jones," He whispered.
"Of that I have no doubt; you mad-man, Jefferson," Hook replied, feeling himself fall into a feat of dreamless sleep.
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