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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Once_Upon_a_Time_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Baelfire_|_Neal_Cassidy/Captain_Hook_|_Killian_Jones
  Character:
      Captain_Hook_|_Killian_Jones, William_Smee, Baelfire_|_Neal_Cassidy,
      Robin_Hood_(Once_Upon_a_Time)
  Additional Tags:
      Hook_is_a_prostitute_here, Loss_of_Virginity, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Bottom
      hook, Robin_kinda_cameos, This_whole_story_is_filthy_and_I_am_sorry, Mild
      plot_with_a_dollap_of_porn, Graphic_descriptions_of_Hook's_body, Gay_Sex,
      Mild_OoC, no_couples
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-03 Words: 5668
****** The Reserved Table ******
by FrostAcademic
Summary
     In the Lilting Mermaid, the table at the back is kept on constant
     reserve: out of
     sheer desperation to fend off debts and food tabs, Killian Hook had
     taken to selling his body to all takers.
     When young Baelfire pays Hook for his first time, Hook feels a
     connection he never had before.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
The Lilting Mermaid tavern was, as always, loud, crowded, and dim, the
sputtering torches along the walls barely lighting the place, and stank of body
odor and musk. The last thing came from the dozens of pirates and sailors
milling around the place, more than a few drunk or getting there, all pinching
the waitresses' bottoms, and making truly lewd remarks. A few waitresses'
seemed into it, but most slapped the few who wouldn't strike back.
In the corner, a table was reserved specially, purchased long in advanced from
the owner, and kept a secret. The tavern often dipped its hand into nefarious
deeds, with counterfeit spells and potions being sold, arcane artifacts passing
hands, and one of the most famous pirates in the land turning tricks at the
reserved table like a common whore.
Killian Hook had seen better years in his life; even his long years on a king's
ship were better, if rougher. Now, times had fallen, and even a pirate, that
lived on robbery and stealing gold, had trouble solving issues only coinage
could end. The crew had dropped off man by man, until only about six were left,
including Smee, who would have stuck with Hook to the end.
Keeping the tricks from the men had been impossible, so Hook was fairly open
about it, a few of them even stepping up to help when they could, the most
daring taking on men and women alike in port towns. Hook, however, tried to
keep them from it, not wanting them to degrade themselves just to keep some
debts in check on the mainland. As captain, it was his duty to keep everything
in line for the crew, including debts, no matter the cost.
"And you're not?" Smee would cut in, whenever Hook mentioned this to the crew.
"If you're going to run tricks, it's the least we could do to pitch in. Debt
stills looms even at seas."
Which was a good point, Hook thought. But a better one was a lot of people were
willing to bed the famed captain, but less wanted a grizzled sailor for a bed
mate. And it wasn't the women who were bringing in the most crowns. The real
money was being made in the sailors and kings' guards in port towns, who
hungered for their own sex.
The true money was to be had here, in the port town of the king, where the odd
royal and even three princes were up for his services, and they paid amazingly.
A single hour brought in ten crowns, and a night could end up being twenty or
thirty. Enough to keep debts at bay for weeks on end, and food in the brig for
months.
Plus, it wasn't the end of the world by any means; Hook had always had a taste
for sex, and hadn't been abhorrent to a taste of his own sex. Being able to
have all the sex he could've wanted, and rack up five or seven crowns each
time, was more exhilarating than robbery.
Tonight, Hook swaggered into the Mermaid like he owned it, gussied up slightly
to attract a wandering eye; a bit more eyeliner than he normally used, a tiny
bit of rouge to his cheekbones, and his shirt half open to show his chest.
Forgoing underwear was nothing new to him, but the leather could get tight on
his crotch when he moved too quickly, but it drew in customers.
Taking a seat, he ordered a rum from the blushing waitress, who was a past
taker of his wares, and was highly embarrassed of it. Hook had been her first,
before her marriage, and seeing him made her cheeks feel hot. She bustled away,
without giving him a second glance, lest she be tempted to spend a few coins
just for a kiss from him again.
Hook sipped his rum, and eyed the crowd, keeping an eye out for guys taking
second glances at him, or any women who were acting overtly flirty. Tonight,
the only women were the barmaids, and the men were mostly pirates and sailors.
The pickings were slim, but he'd find something. There hadn't been a loss for
the past eight nights, and he wasn't ready to break a chain now. With all the
pirates, one was lonely enough to take him up.
Hook finally stood up, taking a little walk to the bar, and purposefully trying
to look alluring; granted, the only "allure" he knew of was from women, and he
lacked any bosom to stick out, but there were other assets to use. Bending over
the bar put his back side on display, and he knew it was a nice one from his
previous clients. He purposefully let his pants ride low, and only hoped the
slight tease of skin would catch a roving eye, his jacket riding up to show it
off to any lookers.
Tonight, he needed the crowns; although the crew was fine when it came to
debts, the food had run low, and no one was eager to sell to a pirate. The
prices went up the second they spotted him, and the brig needed filling, even
if it was just bread and meat.
Getting his rum, Hook stood, and strode back to the table, feeling sluttish, as
he often did. Showing off his rear, wearing tight clothes...all to seduce in
men for those desperately needed crowns he couldn't steal or borrow.
He sipped his rum, and kept watch on the crowd, shoving back those thoughts;
there was nothing to be done about it, so it was best to not dwell on it. He
let his head fall against the chair back, staring up at the cracks racing
through the ceilinge. The display he was putting on briefly flashed through his
mind: coat ajar, shirt open to show his chest and the hair covering it, his
Adam's apple probably on display in a neck he hadn't shaved in a week. It might
be enough.
"Sir...?" A voice asked, softly. A hand lightly touched his arm, pulling away
at once. He looked up, meeting the clear blue eyes of a younger man, seventeen
at the oldest, younger if he wasn't lucky. The boy sat down, and looked Hook
over, his eyes shinning with that special light only lust brought. "Is it true
you...." he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in a skinny neck. Hook had to
admit, he was a bit of a looker, if he trimmed his hair some. "Is it true
you...offer a certain service?"
Hook sat up, scratching his chest for no reason other than showing off some
skin. "Aye. Five crowns for an hour...twenty for the night. Anything you
desire." He titled his head, aiming for eroticism. "Anything..." he said again,
putting emphasis on it. Which was true, even if he did regret it when people
wanted to put things in him that weren't fingers and cocks or tongues, and
women who wanted to dominate him.
The boy nodded, his neck flushed. "I can pay..." His hand touched Hook's leg,
lightly, rubbing the leather of his pants. "I've got ten."
Hook nodded, letting the boy "feel the merchandise" so to speak. His fingers
were sliding a bit higher on his leg, as he shyly explored Hook's thigh. "15 is
four hours...or an hour, and anything kinky you choose." He put on his
"business" tone, letting the boy know how this worked. Although he did like to
aim for sexy, and laid back, he still had to keep an air of business, so the
rules and prices got across.
"I...I don't need hours...maybe just a half hour?" The boy said, softly, his
hand lightly touching the bulge of Hook's crotch, rubbing like he was almost
afraid. "I...I'm a little fast."
"No worries, mate." Hook said, moving his thigh so his legs were open a bit
more. Reaching under the table, he put his hand over the boys, and pressed
lightly, giving him a better grip. A soft groan left his lips from the pressure
on his scrotum. It wasn't unpleasant, but it only made him feel worked up.
The boy's face was scarlet, but his hand didn't pull back. "Alright...so...so
how do we do this?" His voice trembled a little, as he stroked the bulge in
Hooks' crotch, his fingers skating over the rough cord straps holding the
crotch closed. With Hook not wearing underclothes, hot skin and wiry hair could
be felt through the gap.
Hook was starting to like the boy; he tried to not attach to customers, as many
gave false names or none at all, leaving or making him leaving by dawn. This
boy, however, struck a cord in him. With a low grunt, he undid the cords, and
let what was held inside fall free.
The boy looked down, for a second, seeing this, then up again at once, going
impossibly redder, his face and neck as scarlet as the side of a barn. Under
the table, hidden from view unless someone walked up on them (Which no one
would...), his fingers slid higher, and lightly, tenderly, touched the soft
tangle of hair in Hook's trousers. He gave a slight shiver, his fingertips
stroking the bushel of hair.
"It's like this, mate," Hook said, making no motion he felt the boy's hand, but
secretly liking the worshipping look he was giving off, obviously in awe of the
pirate before him. "You and me, we decide on what you want... I've lots of
options. Then you pay me...crowns only, not I owe yous, no promises of jewelry
or gold. Then..." He reached down to take the boy's hand, bringing it to his
lips. "Then...I'm yours for the time paid, to do as you please with." He
lightly sucked on the finger, making it as suggestive as he possibly could. At
the bar, a few sailors grinned at this, knowing exactly what was going on at
the reserved table.
The boy gasped, and bit his bottom lip, as Hook slid his lips up and down like
he was giving a blowjob, meeting the boys' eyes. "Of course...you should make
sure you approve of me first." He said, letting his voice drop an octave.
"A...approve?" The boy asked, his voice higher. "I..I already do...very much."
He looked into Hook's eyes, blinking slowly. Hook noticed he had long lashes,
which looked quite fetching on him, to say the least.
Hook, for some reason, wanted to toss the boy a freebie, a cash free look and
touch. "No... you have to see more." He reached down and buttoned himself away,
getting to his feet. "Follow me, lad...I've something to show you."
He tipped a nod to Smee, who was at the bar, the sign to keep the crew out of
the ship for an hour to two hours. Smee nodded, looking the boy over briefly,
his gaze approving. Hook smirked, as they left the smokey air of the tavern,
and out into the slightly foggy night. The trees of the Enchanted Forest almost
seemed to glow in the moonlight, as Hook led the boy several dozen paces away
from the tavern, but not towards the water; he stopped at a clearing he'd used
before, where the moonlight shone like a spotlight on him. He stopped, turning
to face the boy, a smile on his lips. "What's your name, lad?"
"B...Baelfire," he said, taking a small step towards Hook. "What...what is
this? I haven't paid yet..."
"A freebie, Baelfire... I've taken a liking to you, and I'm letting you have
one on the house...anything you want except actual anal sex or oral."
Baelfire winced at that, but nodded. "That...that's fine..." He bit his lower
lip, taking a few more steps, letting his hands touch Hook's chest. "May...I
just touch you..a little?"
Hook nodded, sighing at Baelfire's hands; there were smooth, but told of work
with rough parts along the palm and sides. They rubbed under Hook's chest, his
thumb going to his left nipple, and thumbing it lightly. The skin hardened, and
Hook sighed again. "That's it, love...." He whispered, urging him on.
Baelfire undid Hook's shirt, exposing his toned stomach to the night air, dark
hair going down his belly in a line to the low riding waistband of his pants.
Soft hands traced his abs, as Baelfire's thumb rubbed Hook's hardened nipple,
the skin becoming sensitive.
"You're so....beautiful..." Baelfire whispered, his lips getting close to
Hook's skin; he gasped, as they pressed to his navel, a warm tongue snaking out
for a second, as Baelfire went lower, tracing the hair, lower, only just....
"No mouth there, love...not just yet.." Hook warned, pulling Baelfire up
gently.
Baelfire looked disappointed, but nodded. "I understand...." He opened Hook's
shirt further to exposed his ribs, rubbing them. "Is it okay to pay you now?
I..I want you..." His voice trembled. "I need it..."
Baelfire gently moved his hips, letting his crotch rub against Hook's: a
blatant bulge prodded him, and Hook chuckled lightly, his hands going to
Baelfire's back. "Aye...then we're off to the Roger...for some fun."
"The Roger...?' Baelfire asked, prodding along Hook's chest: his reverence as
he explored his body was almost childlike in its innocence, and Hook didn't
need to think too long on whether this was his first time touching another man,
let alone touching anyone else at all.
"My ship...deserted for the next few hours... with a nice warm bed...and
some...toys and oddities." Hook gasped, as Baelfire gave his nipple an
experimental twist, his chest incredibly sensitive from the rubbing and
kissing. "You...you're going to have a slight mess if you keep on, lad," he
murmured, his voice low. His nipples were hard points on his chest, and a
single touch was likely to set him off, if not in orgasm, at least into messy
precum, which stained leather like no one's business.
Baelfire nodded, reluctantly stepping back. "I wouldn't want that....it's a
mess to clean fresh cum from your hair and such," he said, his voice a bit
husky.
Hook was startled into laughter from the boy's use of such foul language.
"Where did you learn such a phrase, lad? Been hanging around sailors?" He
scratched his cheek, feeling the week long stubble under his fingertips. He
needed to shave, but the stubble seemed to be a turn on for a lot of his
customers. He'd leave it until a true beard began to set in.
Baelfire looked a little defensive. "I'm not a child..." He blinked. "Not
really...I'm old enough to know about sex and its terms." He smiled, his eyes
bright. "I'd love to cum in your arsehole sometime tonight," he said, his tone
obviously aiming to offend. Hook had heard less appealing come on's from past
clients, this being hardly the worst.
He was honestly amused, and buttoned up his shirt, feeling the skin on his
chest prickle from the chilly night air. "Later...not in a forest, and not
before paying." He gave Baelfire a pointed look. "Four crowns, for all of it."
He'd said more, and asked ten for anal sex. He was letting desire take over,
and it was going to sink his cash flow, but he didn't care. For some reason, he
wanted to take this boy, and be his first lover, working him through his first
orgasm inside another person. He almost though his anus had tightened a little
at the thought, but that was stupid.
"Four crowns for just oral?" Baelfire asked, holding out the gold. Hook took
it, tucking it into his money pouch, hidden in his jacket. "No...four to cum in
my arse, a suck if you'd like it, and all the touching you desire." He tipped a
wink, licking his lips. It was an old trick, one that never failed to make him
look seductive.
Baelfire nodded, scarlet faced. He swallowed deeply. "I...I'm seventeen..." He
said, with no prompt. "Is..is that alright?"
Hook had been with younger, to be honest: a very eroticly charged princess had
paid three hundred to be deflowered at seventeen, and he had been several lad's
first blowjobs in one port town, each about sixteen to seventeen. Seventeen was
considered a man in many places, and Hook had no problems with it.
"It's fine, lad...you're almost a man." Hook offered a hand to the lad, who
took it, lightly. "I will be...after tonight." He whispered, squeezing lightly.
The walk to the Roger took about ten minutes, and Baelfire spent it pretty much
in silence, until the Roger came into view, moored at the edge of Mermaid's
Bay, rocking gently in the water as it rippled under the moon. "Holy shit..."
Hook chuckled, looking at the Roger and pretending like it was his first time,
seeing the sails unfurled in the moonlight, and the whole ship imposing and
demanding. A bit phallic, to be honest, but weren't all ships?
"So...we can go up onboard, or we can just do this on the deck," Hook said,
motioning to the ship, its deck bathed in moonlight. Baelfire's hand tightened
on his, as he shook his head. "N..not for the first part...maybe after?"
Hook nodded, squeezing back. "Your scared....I can tell." He said, softly.
"Don't be....I won't hurt you, mate... and it won't hurt to do this."
"I..I know!" Baelfire snapped, his cheeks coloured. Hook chuckled, and let go
to walk towards the ship: he didn't look back, knowing Baelfire would follow
him. If he was going to turn back, he would have by now.
As his boots slapped the planks of the deck, he heard soft, timid steps behind
him. stopping right behind him. A hand touched his waist, as he pretended to be
fixing his hook. "I'm ready...sir..," Baelfire said, his voice soft, the awe
barely disguised.
"Killian..." Hook said, turning to the boy, and grabbing his hand. He lifted it
to his lips, and kissed the knuckle tenderly, drawing a soft gasp from him.
"The name's Killian...."
"Killian..." Baelfire repeated, his voice only just above a whisper. "That's a
fine name...."
"Aye, it suits me well enough," Hook said, smiling. "As does
yours....Baelfire." He said it slowly, dragging out the word, nearly making
love to it with his voice. The desired effect came at once, as Baelfire blushed
again, looking down. "Thank you..."
"I think we've teased enough, Baelfire," Hook said, nodding to the captains
quarters, the windows lit dimly from a single candle. "Shall we? The night's
young."
Baelfire nodded, rubbing his nose nervously. "Yes...I..I'd like that very much,
K..Killian...sir.."
"Enough with the sir, Bae," Hook said, slipping into a nickname fluidly. He
strode forwards, and stroked Baelfire's cheek, tipping the boy's face up
towards the moonlight. He looked beautiful, his lashes long over dark eyes, his
hair shaggy, pulled back into a loose ponytail.
Before he could stop himself, Hook leaned in, and put his lips to Baelfire's,
kissing him gently. Feeling no resistance, he let his tongue slid in, probing
lightly, not demanding. Baelfire pulled Hook closer, his hands pressing on
Hook's back, his kiss lustful, urgent.
Hook finally pulled back, sighing. "You kiss well, lad..."
Balefire nodded, cheeks still blazing crimson, a look Hook was half convinced
was permanent for him. "I've..kissed before...with farmhands...I know a little
about it." He still held onto Hook, rubbing his back. "None as skilled as
you...Killian."
"Aye...comes with the work, I'd expect." Killian smiled, rubbing Baelfire's
side. "What do you say...we go inside...and do something better than kissing?"
Baelfire nodded, taking Hook's hand.
The captain's quarters were mostly devoted to a large bed, golden headboard
carved with a mystical scene of witches and apples. On a low table, a
few...items...he'd picked up were on display; delicately carved wooden dowels,
shaped like male members, beads meant for anal pleasure, and oils to smooth
into skin, and soften orifices. A handful of scarves lay next to a mask, for
the men who desired more...explicit...pleasures. It had cost quite a lot to
rack up such a bounty of lewd things, and Hook felt a pang of embarrassment at
Bae (As he'd begun to think of him) to see them.
"You have a nice..nice bed.." Baelfire said, softly. He stood in the doorway,
watching Hook with hooded eyes.
"Aye..." Hook sat on the edge of it, tugging off his jacket. "What about you
join me on it?" He crooked a finger at Baelfire, biting his lower lip. "It can
be quite lonely...at night...in such a big bed..."
Baelfire chuckled, covering his mouth with one hand. "That's...a terrible line,
Killian..does that often work on c..customers?" He stumbled over the last word.
Hook chuckled, unbuttoning his shirt. "Aye, it's an awful one...but some like
the helpless act.." He shrugged, easing his shirt off one shoulder. "The
lonely, horny pirate routine..."
"I don't..." Baelfire said, taking a few steps closer, as Hook pulled his shirt
off, exposing his chest. "I..I like you taking charge...being t..the..."
"The man?" Hook asked, rubbing his chest teasingly. "We're both men, Bae... one
of us is just more..." He paused, for effect. "Experienced."
Baelfire lightly reached out, touching Hook's chest, rubbing the soft hair. "I
want experience...Hook..."
Hook nodded, reaching out with his hook to touch Baelfire's shirt, teasing
tearing it free. "Let's see you, Bae..." He trailed the tip down, along
Baelfire's thigh, skirting around the ample bulge in his trousers, the wool
tented. It was a sight Hook was more than used to.
Baelfire undid his shirt with trembling fingers, letting it fall to reveal a
chest that, while skinny, was muscled from hard labor, the faintest peach fuzz
growing between pale nipples. Hook lightly touched the skin, trailing down to
his navel, where more peach fuzz thickened, leading down into his trousers.
"You look just fine, Bae..."
Baelfire's skin went red, as another blush coloured his chest and neck. "Thank
you...."
Hook sat up, putting his lips to Baelfire's chest. He gently kissed the left
nipple, circling the hard bud with his tongue, making the younger man groan
roughly. "Mmmm...."
Hook kept on with his seduction, kissing the soft skin of Baelfire's chest,
swiping both nipples with his tongue, working down to the line of hair across
his navel. "Bae...."
"Mmm..s..stop teasing..." Baelfire whispered, lightly pulling Hook's hair.
"I..i'm going to explode from it...."
"No, you wouldn't explode mate....just cum..." Hook said, kissing the navel,
licking it. "Might let you...you'll last longer when we get to the good parts."
"T..then make me..." Baelfire's hands grew more insistent, tugging Hook's hair
enough to sting, but not really hurt. Deciding enough was truly enough, that
the foreplay had gone on far longer than it needed to, Hook's hands went to
Baelfire's trousers, tugging the rawhide cords apart, pulling the wool away
from the heated flesh beneath. He was surprised to see the pubic hair shaved
away, the skin smooth as a babe's. He'd heard of such a thing being a new
trend, and Bae was certainly old enough to have grown pubic hair.
"Did you do this for me, Bae?" Hook whispered, kissing the soft skin. It tasted
clean, like Baelfire had bathed quite recently. He felt something press his
chin, and pulled back a little to see Baelfire's erection, the end capped in
soft skin, a bead of clear liquid oozing from it. It wasn't very long, at
possibly five inches, but it was of decent thickness. It would feel nice
enough, Hook decided, giving the end a small lick, only just touching the slit
hidden by the skin...
"A..ahh..ahhhhh...." Baelfire moaned, his hips giving a small, involuntary
thrust; Hook closed his eyes, as several spurts of semen hit his lips and face,
one hitting his closed right eye, and running down his nose. Baelfire's knees
went weak, and he gasped, as Hook gave the end of his penis a small lick,
tasting the salty, and vaguely sweet fluid left on the slit.
"Don't worry about it, mate," Said Hook, as he licked as much of it off his
lips as he could. He got a rag from the desk, and wiped his face clean. He
smiled at Baelfire, who was sitting on the end of the bed, cupping his
testicles in his cupped hands, and looking mortified. "I..I'm sorry...I
just...i..it felt good..."
"Hey, hey...." Hook knelt in front of Baelfire, and kissed his lips, briefly.
"Don't worry...you'll last longer inside now..." He chuckled. "It wasn't
unpleasant...I've had it done to me before."
Baelfire nodded, cheeks still red. "I..I'm ready...Hook," he said, his voice
husky. He let go of himself, showing his quickly renewed erection.
This was it: Hook's penis gave a small lurch in his trousers at these words,
and he quickly undid the cord again, letting them fall. He stood before
Baelfire in all his glory, lean legs covered in more soft hair, his penis
slowly rising from its soft bed at his groin, his testicles heavy under it.
Baelfire stared, taking it all in with obvious awe.
"All yours, Bae..." Hook whispered, lewdly pulling on his own penis, growing to
his erect height before the boy's awed eyes. Stepping to the side of the bed,
he slid onto the covers, his penis pointing at angle from his crotch, beckoning
Baelfire to come closer. He reached down, pulling his testicles aside to expose
the dark entrance beneath, covered in light, soft hair. "I'm ready, Bae...ready
whenever you are," He said, softly, letting his scrotum fall back, but keeping
his legs open enough to present his wares, so to speak. Baelfire gently lifted
his legs, getting onto the bed.
Crawling, he moved up until his face was close to Hooks, gently lowering his
body down onto his. "Mmmm..."
"There you go, lad...see?" Hook soothed, rubbing Baelfire's back, kissing his
chin. "Whenever you're ready...no one's pushing you..."
This was the first time Hook could remember ever being perfectly willing to
cuddle and kiss, and not skip directly to penetration. Thoughts of jumping into
the bed, tossing his legs up near his face, and exposing the waiting entrance
to any taker flashed through his mind, and felt a blush creep up his chest.
"Whenever you're ready...." he whispered again, kissing Baelfire's sweaty
forehead.
He felt the damp tip of Baelfire's penis press his thigh, rubbing against the
hair that grew on it, leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum. Hook sighed, almost
wanting the final penetration that was to come, his own penis aching with lust.
He couldn't bring himself to rush Baelfire, whose breath came in short, hot
pants against his neck, his body warm above him.
With no notice, no forewarning from the boy, not so much as a sigh or whispered
word, Hook gasped to feel the stab of a penis at his entrance, close, but not
quite. Baelfire was red faced, kissing Hook's chest. "Guide..guide
me...Killian...I can't..."
"I've got you, Bae...." Hook whispered, relaxing his groin, letting his legs
fall open wider, pressing upwards with his anus, until he felt the hot slit
rubbing his skin. Reaching between then, he gently gripped Baelfire's penis,
pressed gently on Baelfire's rump with his arm, and felt the hot girth of his
penis slid into him, a sigh escaping his lips, even as a gasped left
Baelfire's.
"O..oh..Killian..." He moaned, pressing his face into Hook's neck, almost
afraid to move.
"It's fine, Bae...you feel wonderful already..." Hook soothed; it wasn't a lie.
Over the course of his time doing this, Hook had felt men so short he didn't
even feel them inside him, men so large, it burned during, and he spent the day
in bed after, and a fair few that simply felt good, not too thick, and not too
long. Baelfire fit this perfectly, filling him, but not stretching him.
"Wonderful..." He whispered, kissing Baelfire's neck, as the boy moaned,
trembling in his hold.
"I..It feels..." he tried, his voice shaky. Hook rubbed his side, trying to
comfort him; it was obvious he was trying not to move, so as not to ruin the
connection early, but Hook had had enough. All this teasing and kissing had
sent him almost over the edge, and he couldn't wait anymore.
"It's okay...it's okay, Bae...." Hook whispered, kissing the boy's neck. He
lifted his legs, and gently locked his ankles around Baelfire's back, pulling
him in deeper, a groan leaving his lips, as Baelfire gasped from the friction.
"Move...move with me, Bae..." He whispered, rocking his hips gently, feeling
Baelfire's hardness slid almost out, only the tip still inside, then stab back
in, hitting that bundle of nerves inside that sent shivers up his spine.
Baelfire let out a moan, moving his hips fumblingly, his thrusts shallow and
unskilled.
"B..Bae..Bae...." Hook moaned, patting his back, trying to stop him. "Here..."
He used his hand to guide Baelfire's hips, lining him up with his entrance, the
next thrust hitting his prostate so hard, a high whine escape his lips.
"O..oh god...did I..?" Baelfire gasped, starting to pull back. Hook locked his
legs around his back, pulling him in roughly, the tip of Bae's penis stabbing
that spot again. "Don't you dare...don't you dare pull out..." Hook whispered,
kissing Baelfire's neck, teasing the skin with his teeth, a mark most assuredly
going to form by morning. "It feels so good..."
He sounded like a common whore: somewhere in the back of his mind, Pirate
Captain Killian Hook was kicking Slutty Hook's balls into his throat, but he
honestly didn't care right now. Hovering on the verge of orgasm, Baelfire
nearly at peak, from the feeling, all Hook cared about was keeping his hips
moving, and Bae's penis as deep inside as he could take it.
"K...Killian..." Baelfire whispered, going in deep, his penis growing thicker
inside Hook's body, his orgasm on the verge of happening. His first with
another.
"Bae..." Hook whispered, rubbing Baelfire's back, as he kept moving with him,
his own penis heavy on his stomach, thick and throbbing with blood, coating his
belly with messy fluid.
He felt the pressure in his groin grow, his testicles feeling hot and full, as
he kissed Baelfire's lips tenderly, rubbing his cheek with the edge of his
hook, careful not to scratch the soft skin.
"A...ahh..." Baelfire shuddered, his face pressed to Hook's chest, and he felt
warmth flood him inside, making him groan; he arched his hips as his orgasm
hit, his vision whiting out for a second or two, as his groin convulsed in
pleasure, his semen splattering his chest and belly, soaking the curls of hair
around his navel.
They both sighed, relaxing into each other, their lips finding each other.
Killian felt the gentle relaxation that always followed a hard orgasm, as
Baelfire's now limp penis pulled up and out of him, a hot trickle running down
his behind from the over abundance of semen in him. Baelfire certainly had no
shortage of that, he thought, chuckling a little to himself.
"Mmm..?" Baelfire looked into Hook's eyes, resting on his chest. "What's so
funny?"
"Nothing, mate..." Hook assured, kissing Baelfire on the lips, lingering a
little before pulling back. "How was it for you?" He asked, letting the rough
brogue he only really got after a good fuck slid into his voice.
"It was nice...." Baelfire said, his voice a bit higher. "It was...was like
nothing I've done alone..." He blushed, his breathing slowing again. "You were
so warm..."
"Aye...it feels like that in all men," Hook said, knowing full well Baelfire
wouldn't feel a woman. He didn't seem the type. Not with this. "It will feel
good to have a man in you, as well.."
"I know...I..I've tried with a finger, and a dowel once..." Baelfire confessed.
Hook felt a sudden surge of heat in his chest: Was Balefire going to...?
"I...can go inside....if you like," Hook offered. "No extra, not for you."
Baelfire looked Hook in the eye, blinking. "Oh.."
Hook suddenly felt guilty.
"Not this time...." Balefire said softly, kissing Killian's cheek. "All I
wanted tonight was to feel what sex was like..."
Hook nodded, gently running his hook's tip through Baelfire's hair. "I
understand, mate...I'm here anytime you want that." He smiled. "No charge..."
Balefire blinked, mouth open in an O of shock. "I..I couldn't ask that of
you... I refuse to rob you of your payment, Killian..." He gently stroked his
cheek, smiling gently.
"Aye..." Hook nodded, smiling back.
Baelfire dressed, as Hook gently cleaned himself, using some warm water he had
in a bowl, and a rag set aside just for this purpose. Once cleaned, Hook
dressed, and led Baelfire back to the pub, where they parted ways. Neither said
anything, but it was obvious this wouldn't be the last time Hook saw Bae.
Another hour was spent at the table, trying his best to attract another
customer; no one looked twice at him, even though Smee had brought in a few
coins from a blowjob in the latrine. "It... it was all I could manage,
captain."
"Anything helps, Smee...don't worry."
A man in hunting garb approached the table, as Hook pocketed the coins. "Are
you...Killian Hook?" he asked, rubbing his stubbled chin, his eyes bright.
"The...the one offering up...some companionship?"
"Aye," Hook leaned forward. "What's your name, mate?"
"Robin," the man said. He held up a coin bag. "What can I have with this?"
End Notes
     Okay, but first off
     I'M SORRY.
     If you're still reading, forgive my over long dip into the smut pool
     for Hook and Baelfire: It began as a small idea, and snowballed from
     there.
     And to all Captain Swan fans I've pissed off, this is before Emma was
     even born.
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