The Captain and Peter decided to enhance their routing, but got completely engulfed in the now addition. For the past week their days contained hot make out sessions in the night, sleeping through half the day, eating and then waiting for the night so Peter could sneak on the ship for another clash of the lips.

Legs outstretch and crossed at the ankles, back on the pillow prepped against the headboard of the large bed, Hook tried to pass the time by reading a book. He knew the waiting was over when he felt the bed dip but decided to pretend he didn't notice. It was becoming hard to ignore the new addition to the bed, when Peter crawled over the outstretched legs gliding his body against Hooks until he was covering as much as possible while being propped on his arms looking at Hook.

Hook removed his eyes from the book looking at Peter "Is it that late already"

Peter offered a smile "why don't you slide down a bit"

Hook raised an eyebrow but did as requested; sliding down until he was flat against the mattress with his head on the pillow that a moment ago occupied his back. Peter lowered himself onto Hooks chest listening to the mans steady heartbeat. They were lying in silence, Hook playing with the soft locks on Peters head wondering if he would ever get bored of this feeling of comfort. Hook shifted his faraway look down at the face that now moved to look up at him. Peter shyly bit his lower lip a soft blush covering his cheeks as he looked up at Hook.

The man knew what that look meant "you will have to come and get it"

Peter shifts up and plants a firm kiss to Hooks lips, cupping the man's face in his hands he moves slightly away to look into Hooks eyes, liking the way Hook was looking at him he moved to give him a eskimo kiss before the real kissing began.

Hook in-between the hot invasion in his mouth and fighting back sucking on the hot lips of his opponent, slide back to a more siting position. Peter was completely invested going with the instincts wishing for more contact, pressing himself to the worm body while his lips felt like they were being bruised. They must have been at it for hours or maybe moments neither of them could tell, too absorbed with each other. Peters body on its own started a slow rhythm of gliding against Hook, making an even deeper craving for contact. Peter had to break the kiss leaning his forehead against Hooks, eyes closed, panting hard as he continued to route harder.

Hook wasn't in any better shape, laboured breathing, eyes closed hardly containing himself from digging his nailed into Peters hips where he was holding on to him. The friction was too much to handle making his hips buck bringing an eager moan out of Peter.

Somewhere while making out Hook lost his shirt and now they were working on getting rid of all the unnecessary clothing. In a swift move Peter was on his back with Hook towering above him, not long ago Peter would have been terrified of a position like this but now his insides were doing flips in anticipation.

Hook lost little time getting rid of Peters clothing taking in the perfect sight in front of him. Peter was breathing heavy, swallowing with his eyes the naked form of Hook kneeling on the bed. The men unwound his hook and let it hit the ground next to the bed with a soft thud.

The removing of the hook as to not hurt him had a deeper meaning to Peter than he wanted to admit to himself. His stomach was in knots for more than Hook showing suck care, but Peter knew what the little jar meant. They talked about it before but Peter couldn't believe it was finally happening. Peter let his head fall back and took a deep breath as he felt Hooks hand slide over his thigh to open his legs.

You could hear the smile as Hook spoke "you have to breathe, unless you want to pass out"

Peter stole a quick glance at the soft expression on his partners face. It made him feel more at ease, knowing Hook had everything under control, making his breath steady. The first penetrating finger disrupted the rhythmical breathing for a second because of the sensation of finally feeling it again. He knew he could handle it, the feeling was amazing when they did this in the forest with only pre-come for lubrication, so now with actually with the right stuff nothing could go wrong. Peter couldn't remember how many fingers Hook used in the forest but now with four, at first it felt a slightly uncomfortable but not too long before Peter was shuffling with pleasure. He was completely on edge but Hook removed his finger and the time it took him to lubricate his length Peter cam a bit down from the high.

Peter didn't want to say but just the feeling, of Hook lying in-between his legs, was amazing. Peter felt the pressure at his entrance, trying to remember how to relax. Hook kissed Peters neck before his back made a bow and half his length penetrated Peter, making the blond gasp in surprise. Rest of the way Hook slid in in a slow pace distracting Peter with kisses.

Hook hold himself up on his elbows "are you in pane?"

Peters breathing was shallow "No, no I just fill the stretch, …and how full I am.. God Hook I think I might explode"

With that confirmation Hook started the slow sliding out, when only the tip was left he began to enter again. The Pace was killing him but he told himself he had to hold back since peter wasn't use to it, but soon the pace wasn't enough for neither of them. Peter bit the flesh between Hooks neck and shoulder moaning "more".

Hook picked up the pace, soon his hips were slamming against his partner in a ruthless pace, the moans and screams only fuelling him on even more. Peters nails were digging into Hooks back giving him sloppy kisses every so often, hardly holding on to his sanity.

The fast pace was abandoned replaced with hard deep thrust. The thin line of hear from Hooks bellybutton down was rubbing against Peters length, the thrust hitting just the right spot making Peter see stars and that was just too much. With a loud moan Peter spilled all over himself. The spasms of Peters release were milking Hooks cock until he was sure he emptied every last drop into the willing flesh underneath him.

Hook still breathing hard rolled onto his side so he wouldn't crush the smaller form. He was barely getting his breath back when his embrace was full of a smiling sated Peter Pan.