18+ Descendants

“Hook!” Carlos growled, whipping around to face him.

“Pup,” Harry greeted with a nod. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“At my own house? Yeah, crazy,” he replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He knelt down to start collecting everything he’d dropped, muttering to himself the whole time. “Great, now it’s even more broken than when I found it. All this week’s progress, lost. And why do you call me pup anyway?”

He directed that last bit right to Harry, looking up at him and narrowing his eyes.

“You act more like a dog than I do.”

“Then that must make me the only dog on this rock that you don’t run from.”

“Not since I was twelve,” Carlos replied, having to duck his head again. Focusing on picking up his things when really, he was just hiding the blush on his cheeks.

Twelve was a big year for Carlos. It was the year he realized why he felt so different from the other boys in his class. While they all started to take an interest in girls, and dating, and everything that came with it, Carlos was left in the dark.

For a while, he told himself it was because he just hadn’t met the right girl yet. But he’d meet her, and feel all those feelings the same way his peers did.

And then he saw Harry Hook.

Well, he’d seen Harry before. Plenty of times. But this was the first time he really took notice of him.

Carlos was still accompanying Cruella to the barges on delivery day, before she started making him go on his own. Harry was only a year older, but they barely even resembled peers anymore. While Carlos seemed to be stuck in his childhood, Harry looked like he’d gotten a jumpstart on his teenage years.

His muscles were coming in nicely, Carlos noticed. All he knew about the pirate life was swinging swords and hoisting sails, so it only made sense that that would result in strong arms. But this tiny flicker of an attraction was set ablaze only a few moments later.

He was just on his way home with his mother, laden down with all the “treasures” they’d managed to grab, when he heard a commotion from further down the dock.

He turned to see Harry locked in a heated fight with a much older kid. Harry didn’t even have a weapon on him, and was obviously outmatched, but he didn’t seem to care. He fought back as hard as he could. Until the older kid managed to knock him off his feet and send Harry tumbling off the side of the dock.

Harriet had taken notice and dashed over right away, causing the other kid to run. She pulled Harry out of the water, and no sooner had his feet touched the dock than they took off after him.

They ran past Cruella and Carlos, who was partially hidden behind his mother. Harry glanced over at Carlos just for a second, but it was enough to steal Carlos’s breath away.

The way his shirt clung to his body left nothing to the imagination, and Carlos could tell he had muscles coming in everywhere. His untamed hair was darkened by the water and made his pale skin stand out even more in contrast. And his eyes…

Both of the eldest Hook children had their father’s eyes. The crystal clear blue of a calm sea. Carlos knew if he could ever see the ocean outside the barrier, that was the color it would be.

But he now also knew that Harry had the same fire in his eyes that his father was famous for. The red hot aggression that only flared up when he was seconds from sinking his hook into someone. It was manic, and hateful. Something Carlos had seen in his own mother’s eyes plenty of times already.

So why did it stir such different feelings coming from Harry?

And who would’ve guessed that in just a few short years, Carlos would be tired of having that intense gaze directed his way?

“What are you doing here anyway, Hook?” he demanded, glancing up at Harry but not fully, not sure if his cheeks were still pink.

“Uma sent me to spy on Mal’s gang.”

“Aren’t spies supposed to be sneaky and quiet? You’re not doing a very good job following orders.”

Carlos picked up the last of his things, and stood up straight again.

“It’d be a lot easier if you were doing anything worth reporting,” Harry answered airily. He reached out and plucked a screwdriver from Carlos’s grip, twirling it between his fingers like Carlos had seen him do with knives plenty of times before. “Not sure if Uma cares too much about you sitting in your little treehouse all day.”

Carlos took a step back when Harry tossed the screwdriver into the air. He caught it by the handle, then spun around for a little extra flourish before thrusting the pointy bit of the screwdriver up under Carlos’s chin.

Carlos yelped and flinched back, only to come in contact with the glass door behind him. It didn’t matter, though. Harry stopped with the screwdriver just millimeters from actually touching him.

“You’re getting braver, pup. You barely even screamed that time.”

Carlos’s heart pounded hard in his chest, but he tried his best to play it off. “You sound upset.”

“Nah, I’m sure I could still find new ways to make you scream,” Harry grinned, winking at Carlos before tucking the screwdriver back into Carlos’s arms with everything else.

Carlos groaned at that, rolling his eyes.

“You know, if you wanted to stalk someone more exciting, you should’ve gone after Jay.”

“Aye, at least he’d be doing something worth reporting back on,” Harry agreed. “But I wanted you, pup.”

Carlos’s stomach lurched at Harry’s words, but not entirely in an unpleasant way. For once, the nickname sounded more like a term of endearment than something derogatory.

“W-why?” Carlos asked, hoping Harry didn’t comment on the waver in his voice.

Harry shrugged.

“Always had a soft spot for ya, to tell you the truth,” he replied. “You’re much more fun to play with than the others.”

“Is that all?” Carlos asked, cocking an eyebrow at the older boy.

“Y’know, you aren’t being a very good host,” Harry replied, ignoring the question. “We’ve been standing here chatting for how long now, and you still haven’t invited me in for a cup of tea? It’s bad form, you know?”

“I-I can’t. If mom knew I let you in-”

“Aye, she’d have a proper fit, wouldn’t she?” Harry replied. “But you and I both know she took a long weekend trip to that so-called spa of hers, and won’t be back for two more days. I’m not planning on moving in, pup. She’ll never even know I was here.”

Carlos took in a deep breath to clear his head, and to try and stop his heart from racing. If Harry meant him harm right now, he could’ve done something a hundred times already. He wasn’t worried about that. He was only worried about his mother.

But as long as Harry didn’t go about touching everything he saw or messing with Cruella’s things or deliberately trying to trash the place, he should be okay. Right?

Carlos hoped so, because the next thing he knew, he was nodding his head.

“Can you get the door?” he asked softly.

Harry’s grin lit up tenfold at that, and he moved around Carlos to open the door for him. Carlos walked in first, with Harry practically skipping in after him.

“Just don’t touch anything,” Carlos said as sternly as he could, leading Harry through the house and to the main stairs. “We’re just going straight up to my room.”

“I didn’t expect you to be so forward, pup,” Harry smirked. “But you won’t find me complaining.”

“That’s not what I-” Carlos cut himself off with another frustrated sigh, already regretting his decision.

He hurried up the stairs with Harry trailing after him, guiding him down the long hallways of the manor until he reached his bedroom door. It was the smallest room in the house, but Carlos didn’t mind that part. It felt much cozier, and it was easy to decorate it how he liked. Of course, he only ever came in here when his mother was away. He could never afford to have her catch him relaxing for five minutes, or doing anything that might cause him joy.

He walked over to the table by the small window on the far side of the room, carefully depositing his broken toy and all his tools. He could always worry about this later. Right now, the pirate ransacking his room was the more pressing matter.

Harry followed Carlos’s orders not to touch anything in the rest of the house, but it was a free for all as soon as he crossed the threshold into Carlos’s room. He whistled a jaunty little tune as he inspected everything he could, even opening up Carlos’s wardrobe to rifle through his clothes.

“Seriously, Hook?”

“Y’know, I have always admired your style, pup,” Harry said, pulling out a worn leather jacket the same shade of red as the vest he was currently wearing. “Always thought we had our similarities.”

Carlos hurried over to yank his clothing back from Harry’s grip, but the pirate easily relented as something else caught his eye and he walked across the room to check it out.

“Ooh, pup, didn’t know she was your type,” Harry laughed.

Carlos closed the wardrobe and looked back over at Harry, who was now standing by his nightstand with a magazine in hand. He held it up, showing off a picture of a gorgeous female model in fancy looking lingerie and a silk robe, posing suggestively.

“Give me that!” Carlos exclaimed, rushing over to yank the magazine from him and shove it in the drawer of his nightstand. “It’s a fashion magazine, Harry, it’s not… that.”

“Well clearly you aren’t pleasuring yourself to it either way, pup,” Harry replied. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be so uptight.”

Harry decided to fully make himself at home in that moment, flopping down on Carlos’s bed and stretching out before folding his arms behind his head.

Carlos just stared at him dumbfounded, not understanding how someone could live like that. Walk into any room like they owned the place, make themselves comfortable no matter what. Not care what other people thought of them.

He envied it.

But with Harry here in his room, on his bed no less, Carlos suddenly found his mind wandering to one thing and one thing only.

He just hoped Harry was feeling the same thing.

“Well, you - you’re right about one thing,” Carlos said, mustering up all the confidence he had in his body to try and be even a fraction as assertive as Harry was. “That woman definitely isn’t my type.”

“Nay?” Harry asked, intrigued. “Then what is, I wonder?”

Carlos took a deep breath, deciding to just go for it. “Unfortunately, it’s hard headed pirates with no concept of boundaries…”

“Ah, should I give Uma a shout, then?” he asked with a mischievous grin.

“Please tell me you aren’t that dense, Hook.”

Then, just to make his point abundantly clear, he climbed onto his bed and threw a leg over Harry’s body, straddling him. For once in their lives, Carlos managed to be the one to take Harry by surprise. Harry’s eyes went wide, before Carlos saw that familiar manic glint in them.

Next thing he knew he was on his back with Harry on top of him, his legs wrapped around Harry to keep him close.

“Why didn’t you say so, pup?” the pirate asked in a breathy whisper. “Could’ve saved us a lot of time.”

He ducked his head down and crashed his lips against Carlos’s, taking his breath away just like he had so long ago.

Carlos let out a noise of surprise, his eyes still open before he let himself melt into the kiss. He wrapped his arms around Harry and clung to him, kissing him back just as hungrily.

It felt like a dream. One he’d been having since he was twelve - not that he would dare tell Harry that. Or anyone, for that matter. And when Harry pulled back, Carlos was sure he would open his eyes and realize that all this had just been his overactive imagination once more.

But when he made himself look up, he still saw Harry. Who was now more concerned about something under Carlos’s pillow, where his hand had wandered.

“What..?” Harry sat up, pulling a dog collar out from under the pillow. It had a thick chain attached to it, and Harry kept pulling until he found the other end of it - locked around the bedpost. “This yours, pup?”

“Don’t worry about it!” Carlos snapped, sitting up under Harry and yanking the collar out of his hands. The chain clanked loudly against itself, and the noise sent a chill down Carlos’s spine. He was a split second from throwing it aside when an idea struck. He glanced back up at Harry. “Then again… this might be the perfect accessory for Uma’s favorite guard dog. What do you think?”

“You’re not getting me into that thing, pup.”

“No? Because I’m pretty sure I could if I really wanted to,” Carlos murmured. He stuck his arm through the collar so he could have his hands free without dropping it, and wrapped an arm around Harry while his other hand reached up to pet through his hair. “We’ve all seen you with Uma, Hook… Don’t pretend like you’re ever the one in charge there…”

Harry’s eyes fluttered shut as Carlos played with his hair, his head tilting back slightly to chase his touch. Carlos took the opportunity to lean up a little and press a kiss to the column of Harry’s throat, right over his Adam's apple.

The moan that rumbled up from the back of Harry’s throat made Carlos’s heart skip a beat. The cold he’d felt before disappeared completely, replaced with a tantalizing new warmth. A warmth that Carlos wanted to get lost in.

He gave an experimental tug to Harry’s hair, earning another low moan. He smirked to himself, eager to learn exactly how to press all of Harry’s buttons. Especially because Harry seemed to have mastered pushing Carlos’s buttons ages ago.

“Take off your vest.” The commanding tone of Carlos’s voice surprised them both. Harry shrugged the garment off, tossing it aside. “The shirt, too.”

Harry grabbed the hem of his shirt, peeling it off over his head. Carlos watched as his torso was fully revealed to him, his eyes ranking over every line of Harry’s well defined muscles before making their way back up to meet Harry’s gaze.

“Good boy.”

As if the day couldn’t get any more strange, Harry was now the one sporting a bright pink blush. Carlos bit back a grin, taking a moment to revel in the fact that he’d managed to fluster Harry for once, instead of the other way around.

“You like to talk about good form, Hook, but I think you could use a few lessons yourself…” Carlos mused. He grabbed the collar, detaching it from the chain and reaching up to loop it around Harry’s neck. “You want to act like a dog so bad? Fine by me. Maybe we can help each other out here. You can help me conquer my fears, and maybe you can get some proper training in the meantime.” He fit the end of the collar through the buckle, tightening it so it closed around Harry’s neck. “Sound good?”

“Whatever game you got in mind, pup, it ain’t gonna-”

Carlos yanked the end of the collar, tightening it past the point of comfort and choking off Harry’s protests. He loosened it just as quickly, fastening it around Harry’s neck before leaning back on the bed and looking up at him.

“You were saying?”

Harry glared down at Carlos, that red spark igniting in his eyes once more. Carlos knew he was pushing his luck, but he didn’t care. He had Harry Hook in his bed, half naked, in a fucking dog collar. Harry could flip things around entirely to make Carlos pay, and Carlos would take his retribution with a smile on his face.

For once, Harry kept his mouth shut.

Carlos breathed a sigh of relief internally, before a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Good… That’s what I thought. Now, off the bed. No mangy mutts allowed on the furniture.”

He was a bit stunned at how eagerly Harry complied, getting off of Carlos to stand next to the bed instead. Carlos sat up, his legs dangling over the edge, as he inspected Harry from head to toe.

After a few moments of staring in silence, Carlos had to give himself a little kick to be reminded that he could do more than look right now. Harry was here for him. And he seemed to be putting himself right into Carlos’s hands. Carlos didn’t have to be limited to staring.

He reached a tentative hand out, gently brushing his fingertips over Harry’s torso. Tracing over the lines of his muscles, even over a few long healed scars that littered Harry’s body.

They weren’t surprising to see. Every kid on the Isle had marks of one kind of another. With how much he liked swinging around weapons and getting into scrapes, Harry probably had more than anyone else Carlos knew. Carlos had plenty of his own, and he didn’t know if he was bold enough yet to show them off to Harry in return. He leaned in closer, gripping Harry’s hips and kissing over a few of the bigger scars as Harry hummed softly above him.

“You’re being far too nice, pup…” he whispered.

Carlos glanced up at him through his lashes, his hands sliding up Harry’s sides only to rake his nails back down, leaving pink trails behind. Harry moaned in response, letting Carlos know he was on the right track.

“Hook, I know try to avoid dogs at all costs, but last I checked, they don’t talk,” he whispered, reaching up again to pinch Harry’s nipples. “Or wear clothes. You should do something about the rest of your outfit.”

Without even waiting for a proper instruction, Harry undid his belt and his trousers and worked them down his legs, kicking his boots off along with everything else.

Carlos’s eyes went wide when he was face to face with Harry’s cock, feeling like he was on the verge of drooling for it. But he wanted to keep this control he had, for as long as he could. So he stood up from the bed in front of Harry, snaking an arm around his waist to hold him close as he wrapped his fingers around his length and started to stroke.

He dug his nails into Harry’s back, kissing and biting over his neck, shoulder, and collarbones. Harry let out another low moan, his cock hardening completely under Carlos’s touch. He just started to reach out to pull Carlos in closer when Carlos pulled back, his hand stilling on Harry’s cock as he looked up at him.

“You’re being an awful tease, pup…” Harry groaned.

“What did I say about talking?” Carlos asked, releasing Harry completely. “Dogs don’t talk. And they don’t stand on two legs, do they? Down, boy.”

There was that glint in Harry’s eyes again - Carlos was seeing a lot of that today. Only this time it was mixed with something else. Something completely unfamiliar to Carlos. Something that showed up right before Harry obediently sank to his knees in front of the other boy.

Whatever it was, Carlos took it as a sign that Harry was enjoying this change to their dynamic as much as he was.

“Ah, ah, no. All fours,” Carlos corrected, nudging Harry’s shoulder downward.

Harry looked as surprised as Carlos felt, to be saying all these things so easily. But still, Harry obeyed, backing up a little so he could be on his hands and knees and look up at Carlos.

Carlos relished the sight in front of him, walking around the pirate and taking in his appearance from all angles. His own cock twitched in his pants, starting to get hard. Carlos reached down to adjust himself, before reaching over to grab another one of the magazines off his nightstand.

“You’re getting better…” Carlos said as he rolled the magazine up in his hands. “But I still think you need to be punished for being so unruly earlier.”

He brought the magazine down through the air, and it landed with a solid thwack against Harry’s right cheek. Harry yelped in surprise, jolting forward a little but quickly righting himself again. Carlos did the same thing to his other side, but Harry knew it was coming so he only moaned in response this time.

Carlos struck Harry several more times, alternating sides between each hit. He got more forceful as he went on, which just made Harry moan louder. By the time he was done, Harry’s whole backside had turned a bright red.

Carlos walked around to Harry’s front, throwing the magazine aside and kneeling down on one knee in front of him. Harry’s head was bowed, but Carlos tangled his fingers in his hair to guide his head up so he could look him in the eyes.

“And another thing…” he whispered, his voice rough and full of lust. And with a forceful edge that he was quickly getting used to using. “The whole ‘pup’ thing, well, it doesn’t really make sense like this, does it? With you on the floor and me in control… So if you’re the dog, what does that make me?”

Harry glanced up into Carlos’s eyes, hesitating to respond, not sure how to since Carlos told him not to actually talk.

“It’s okay, pup,” Carlos purred, giving Harry’s hair a sharp tug. “You can use your words this time…”

Harry hissed at the pull, licking his lips before answering.

“Master.”

The word slipped out in a breathy whisper, but it was enough to metaphorically knock Carlos off his feet. As if to reward Harry for his submissiveness, he guided his head back further so he could lean in for another kiss.

Holding Harry close and kissing him heatedly, he swiped his tongue over Harry’s bottom lip before biting down on it hard enough to taste blood.

That didn’t deter either of them, only spurred them on, and Carlos had to fight every impulse running through him that said to forget their little game and take Harry here and now on the floor.

He broke the kiss reluctantly, swiping his thumb over Harry’s bottom lip where a small trace of blood remained. He kept his eyes locked on Harry’s as he stuck his thumb in his mouth and sucked it clean.

“I want to play a few games with you, pup…” Carlos murmured, standing up again. “And if you’re a good boy, and you follow all your commands, and do all your tricks, and make your master happy, then you’ll be rewarded. Does that sound good?”

Harry nodded his head so eagerly it was almost comical.

“Good boy,” Carlos smiled. “Now, when I say ‘speak’, I want to hear you bark. Understood?”

Again, Harry nodded.

“Good… Now, speak.”

The bark that came out of Harry was the same high pitched one that scared Carlos earlier. But now that he was expecting it, he didn’t even jump at the noise. Well, he still flinched, but only a little.

“Good boy… You’re such a fast learner,” Carlos smiled, reaching down to pat Harry’s head. “Let’s try something else…”

He glanced around for a moment before his eyes landed on a rolled up pair of socks on the floor. He stooped down to pick them up, then tossed them across the room.

“Fetch,” Carlos ordered with a smirk.

Harry looked up at him and narrowed his eyes, like he wanted to protest. But the prospect of more fun with Carlos must’ve won out, because he quickly crawled across the floor and grabbed the socks in his hand.

“Now, is that how a real dog would do it?” he asked curiously, arching a quizzical eyebrow at the pirate.

Harry quickly dropped the socks, and leaned down to bite into them. He carried them in his mouth as he crawled back to Carlos, and deposited them in his outstretched hand.

“There we go… That’s my good boy.”

Another quick pet, then Carlos threw the socks again. He’d barely gotten the command out of his mouth before Harry took off after them.

Carlos watched him cross the floor on hands and knees, his eyes trailing over the curve of Harry’s ass, the muscles in his thighs and biceps, the way his cock swayed between his legs with every movement forward.

He loved having Harry at his mercy like this, but he knew he wasn’t going to spend the whole afternoon playing games. His cock was visibly tenting his pants now, and he was dying to have Harry in his bed.

But this was too fun to stop just yet.

They played a few more rounds of fetch, and Harry started looking more and more doglike every time he brought the socks back and deposited them into Carlos’s hand. After the last time, his backside was swaying back and forth like he was wagging his tail.

“Such a good little pup for me, aren’t you?” Carlos asked, tossing the socks aside for good. He knelt down in front of Harry, petting over his head, even scratching behind his ears this time. Harry whined softly in response, pushing his head into Carlos’s touch, wordlessly asking for more.

“Aww, yes you are,” Carlos cooed. He leaned down to press a kiss to the top of Harry’s head, before standing up again. “I just want to run through a few more commands, pup. See how obedient you really are.”

He sat down on the edge of his bed, pointing at the spot on the floor right in front of his feet. “Come.”

Harry crawled over to the right spot, stopping in front of Carlos and looking up at him, waiting for his next command.

“Sit.”

Harry sat back on his heels, his hands resting on his thighs.

“Roll over.”

Harry laid down on the floor completely. He turned onto his side, then his back, then his other side, before sitting up again and repositioning himself directly in front of Carlos.

“Good boy,” Carlos smiled, giving Harry another affectionate pet as a reward. “Now sit up and beg.”

Harry raised himself up onto his knees, his arms tucked in close to his body and his hands angled down in front of himself. He moved closer to Carlos until he was right between his legs, whimpering and whining like an eager little puppy.

Carlos threaded his fingers through Harry’s hair once more, slower this time, tugging gently as he went.

Despite all his acting like a dog, Harry practically purred at the touch.

Carlos’s grip tightened, and he tilted Harry’s head back so the other boy was looking up into his eyes.

“Now use your words…” he whispered. “Beg for what you want, pup.”

Harry swallowed hard, licking his lips before trying to speak.

“I want you, pu - mm, master,” Harry said in a husky whisper. “Want you to lay claim to me. Show me who I belong to.”

Satisfied with that answer, Carlos let go of Harry’s hair and patted the spot on the bed next to him.

“Up.”

Harry leapt onto the mattress, crowding in close to Carlos. He stayed on all fours, but nuzzled against Carlos’s neck, kissing and licking and nipping at his skin wherever he could manage.

“Mm, down, boy…” Carlos instructed halfheartedly, moaning softly at all the attention. He pulled Harry close as he laid back on the bed, letting the older boy have his fun for now. Considering it a reward, since he’d been so good at following all his orders before.

But Harry quickly started moving south, grabbing at the hem of Carlos’s shirt and trying to push it up.

“Stop!”

Carlos scrambled back, out from under Harry, and tugged his shirt back down. But not before Harry caught sight of a small burn mark on his body. Just one of many - and that was only counting the physical scars.

Harry backed off a little, a frown on his face as he looked at Carlos.

“‘S’okay, pup…” Harry whispered, dropping the pretenses for now. “You can leave everything on, I don’t care.” He reached out a hesitant hand towards Carlos, cradling his jaw when he didn’t pull away again. His thumb gently stroked over Carlos’s cheek, before he moved closer again and leaned in to kiss him.

Carlos kissed back, but didn’t move to pull Harry closer. Just let himself be held, and kissed, for now.

Harry broke the kiss a few moments later, resting his forehead against Carlos’s. “I know my dad favors his hook, but I still get a little nervous when he lights up one of his cigars around me or my sisters,” he admitted quietly. “‘Specially when he’s barking mad at one of us. You do not wanna be on his ship when he gets in one of his moods.”

“I know the feeling,” Carlos whispered. He pulled back from Harry, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly. “We can keep going.”

“You sure, pup?” Harry asked quietly, brushing a few loose curls off of Carlos’s forehead. “I know I like teasing you, but this wouldn’t be fun for me if you weren’t really into it…”

“No,” Carlos replied firmly, shaking his head. “I know what I want, Harry. And I know we can’t make a habit of this, so we need to make the most of it while we’re both here. So be a good little dog and turn around and present yourself to your master.”

Harry didn’t protest.

He moved away from Carlos and turned around on the bed, lowering his upper body onto the bed while his ass stayed in the air, facing Carlos.

“Good boy.” Carlos got off the bed just for a moment, finding the end of the chain and attaching back to the loop on Harry’s collar.

He opened the drawer in his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of a clear, viscous liquid. The label marketed it as a multi-use massage oil. While Cruella made Carlos use it whenever she demanded a foot rub from her son, it didn’t take a genius to figure out what other uses it could have. He was just grateful for the chance to associate it with something positive for once. He was sure if he told Harry what he normally used it for, the pirate might never get turned on again.

Carlos got back on the bed and positioned himself behind Harry, popping open the cap on the bottle.

“I’ve got one more game to play, pup…” Carlos murmured, pouring a bit of lube onto his first two fingers to coat them. “It’s called ‘bury the bone’. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“Fuck, yes, master,” Harry groaned, spreading his legs a little further in anticipation.

Carlos rubbed his fingers over Harry’s hole, slowly pushing them past that tight ring of muscle. Harry hissed in response, tensing up for just a moment before he made himself relax to take Carlos in more easily.

“That’s a good boy…” Carlos purred, leaning down to kiss over Harry’s lower back as he slid his fingers inside. “Stay nice and relaxed for me… It’ll make this feel much better.”

“Yes, master,” Harry whispered, nodding his head against the mattress. He gripped the sheets tight, moaning as Carlos stretched him open.

Carlos worked slowly but methodically. He’d tried this on himself before, out of curiosity. Just another one of his little experiments. But never to completion, and certainly never in preparation for anything larger.

It had always felt slightly pleasurable to him, but mostly just odd. But this, with Harry, this was something else entirely. For one, he could see what he was doing. He could watch every little move Harry’s body made as it contracted around his invading fingers. And he took note of every sound falling from Harry’s lips - every little gasp or hum or moan that let him know he was doing a good job.

Somehow, listening to Harry’s body was easier than listening to his own.

Carlos slid his fingers out and was just about to add some more lube to work in a third, when Harry interrupted him.

“Please, master, that’s enough,” he whispered desperately. “No more prep work. I only wanna be stretched by your cock. I wanna feel every last bit of it when you take me, and for as long as I can after…”

Carlos was momentarily stunned by the request, but didn’t let Harry know.

“If that’s what you want, pup, that’s what you’ll get…” he murmured.

He unzipped his pants and finally pulled his own aching cock free, breathing a sigh of relief at not being so tightly confined anymore. He poured more lube over his cock and stroked it to make sure it got everywhere. He even drizzled a little more out over Harry’s stretched entrance, before lining the head up and pushing inside.

Harry let out another wanton moan as the rounded head of Carlos’s cock penetrated him. His hands tightened on the bed sheets, holding on for dear life as his body opened up for Carlos.

Carlos rested his free hand flat on the small of Harry’s back, keeping them both steady as he sank in inch by inch.

“Such a good boy…” Carlos whispered, his nails digging into Harry’s skin as he pulled out a little, then shallowly thrust back in. “You’re taking your master’s cock so well…”

“Thank you, sir,” Harry breathed, pushing further back onto Carlos’s length.

Carlos grabbed Harry’s hips with both hands, holding onto him securely as he bottomed out inside of him. Their simultaneous moans mixed together in the air between them, as Carlos gave Harry a few moments to get adjusted to being stretched so suddenly without much prep.

“You’re bigger than I imagined you’d be,” Harry whispered with a breathless laugh, grinding his ass back against Carlos’s hips. The zipper on Carlos’s pants bit into the soft flesh of Harry’s backside, but he didn’t care.

“Glad to know you’ve thought about this before,” Carlos murmured, leaning down to press a few kisses over Harry’s muscular back.

“Mm, a thousand times, at least.”

Carlos smiled to himself at that, kissing over another prominent scar on Harry’s lower back. “Me too,” he murmured against Harry’s skin.

He kept his body pressed flush against Harry’s for a few moments longer, feeling the heat of Harry’s skin seeping through the fabric of his shirt. But when Harry started squirming slightly underneath him, Carlos knew he was getting restless.

He sat up on his knees, gripping Harry’s hips again to hold him still as he pulled out and thrust back in. Small movements at first, still gently stretching Harry out and letting him get used to being filled like this.

He pulled out completely, grabbing the bottle of lube and adding a little more over his cock for an easier glide, then slid back inside completely.

Harry moaned underneath him as Carlos sped up his work, pulling out almost entirely before thrusting back in.

Carlos bit his lip as he focused on his work. Watching his cock disappear inside of Harry, marveling at how the pirate took every inch of him with ease.

“You’re so fucking sexy…” Carlos murmured, drawing a hand back and smacking Harry on the ass. “Speak, pup. I wanna hear that cute little bark of yours again.”

Harry cried out at the slap, before following Carlos’s orders. He let out another string of barks, getting higher and more desperate as Carlos fucked him.

“Again, master. Please,” Harry begged softly, glancing back at Carlos. “Hit me again.”

Carlos indulged him, spanking his other cheek harder than the first.

Harry moaned again, burying his face in the sheets and giving Carlos a muffled “Thank you”.

Carlos just grunted in response as he thrust his hips forward and paused, grinding into Harry as hard as he could. Pushing his whole body down, until he was flat on the bed, trapped between the mattress and Carlos’s body.

Carlos grabbed the chain close to Harry’s collar, yanking it around so he could pull back on it and choke Harry.

With this new position they were in, Carlos thrust his hips forward and managed to hit that sweet spot deep inside of Harry.

Harry cried out into the sheets, before turning his head so just his cheek was pressed against the mattress and he could look back at Carlos again.

“Right there, master!” he cried. He could barely move with Carlos pinning him down and fucking him this hard, but he still weakly humped the mattress to give his poor cock some relief.

Carlos yanked on the chain again, cutting Harry off in the middle of another moan.

“You don’t get to come until your master does, pup,” he whispered in Harry’s ear. He rocked his hips forward again, angling to hit that same spot and give Harry the pleasure he so desperately craved. “I think you need a lesson in proper breeding…”

“Yes, please, master,” Harry choked, nodding his head desperately. “Whatever you want.”

Carlos looped the chain around his hand to pick up some of the extra slack and pull it tighter. His other hand gripped tight into Harry’s hip, nails digging in hard enough to draw blood.

His grunts got more and more animalistic with every thrust, before biting down hard on Harry’s shoulder as his orgasm hit, and he buried himself deep inside to ride it out.

Harry moaned just from feeling Carlos emptying himself inside of him, pushing back against him weakly to try and help work him through it.

Carlos didn’t let up until he was completely spent. He detached his teeth from Harry’s skin, leaving a perfectly round bite mark in his wake. He pressed a kiss to the center of the mark, then slowly eased his hips back to pull out of Harry.

He let go of the chain, and tucked himself back into his pants and zipped them up.

“Roll over,” he whispered.

Harry turned onto his back underneath him, his face red and his eyeliner smudged. His cock was still rock hard, gently bobbing against his stomach and smearing precum over it.

“Good boy…”

Carlos leaned down over Harry again, darting his tongue out just to lick up the little bit of come on his abdomen. He just barely grazed the tip of Harry’s dick at the same time, but even that tiny bit of contact was enough to make Harry moan.

“Master, please…”

“Shh, pup. You’ll come when I say you can come.”

He avoided Harry’s cock completely as he moved down lower, between Harry’s legs. He rested his hands on his thighs to spread them apart so he could lick over Harry’s stretched out hole, where his own seed was just starting to trickle out.

Harry whimpered softly as Carlos’s tongue forced its way into him, lapping up the mess he’d made.

Carlos let go of one of Harry’s thighs, so he could wrap his fingers around Harry’s cock instead and start to stroke him.

Harry made a noise of relief, his eyes slipping shut as Carlos pleasured him. But still forced his own orgasm back, no matter how close he was to the edge.

Carlos languidly worked his tongue over Harry’s hole, until he’d gotten up every bit of his seed that had escaped. He moved up just a little to tease Harry’s balls now, his hand picking up speed on the pirate’s cock.

Harry could do nothing to hold back the sounds of his pleasure, moaning and whimpering at each little touch from Carlos, whether it came from his tongue, his lips, or his hand.

“Master, please,” Harry whimpered. “I - I can’t -”

“Beg,” Carlos instructed, his voice quiet but firm. “Beg for what you want, pup.”

“Fuck - Please, master, can I please come?” he asked desperately, writhing under Carlos in the pure agony of being teased like this. “Please, I’ve been such a good little dog for you… So obedient and loyal. Please let me come for you, master!”

Carlos hesitated just a second or two, knowing that was an eternity to Harry in this moment. Until finally, he conceded.

“Come.”

Harry let himself go on cue. His orgasm hit hard and shot out over his torso, coating himself in his own thick seed. One spurt even managed to reach his chin, and he did his best to stick his tongue out far enough to taste himself. His moans were loud enough to rattle the very foundation of Hell Hall, not having experienced a pleasure like that in a long time.

Carlos only stopped when he knew Harry’s orgasm had subsided, releasing his cock and letting it rest back against his stomach. He pressed a gentle kiss to Harry’s hip, before starting to lap up the mess of come on Harry’s stomach.

He licked a straight line up Harry’s body, collecting as much of his seed on his tongue as he could before coming eye to eye with Harry again. He reached up to grip Harry’s chin, his fingers pressing into his cheeks to get him to open his mouth. Harry obeyed, opening wide as Carlos let the mess drip off his tongue and onto Harry’s. Carlos sealed the lewd gesture with a kiss, licking into Harry’s mouth so they each could taste the two of them mixed together.

When Carlos broke the kiss, Harry looked up at him with a slack jawed grin on his face.

“Blimey, pup, who knew you had all that in you?”

“Shut up, Hook,” Carlos shot back, but he had a smirk on his face at the underhanded bit of praise. He reached up to undo the latch on the collar around Harry’s neck, dropping it and the chain back to the floor with a metallic clang.

Carlos didn’t flinch that time.

“Did you mean what you said earlier, pup?” Harry asked, reaching out towards Carlos to pull the smaller boy on top of him.

“Which part?” he asked curiously, resting his head on Harry’s shoulder.

“Bout how we can’t make this a habit?”

“Oh…” Carlos frowned. “I don’t know. How long do you think it would take Uma to catch on?”

“Why d’you care about her?”

“Because I know you do,” Carlos said. “And because I’d rather not have her skin me alive and wear me like one of my mother’s fur coats.”

“She won’t lay a hand on you,” Harry whispered, hugging Carlos tighter as he reached up to start playing with his soft curls. “I’ll make sure of that.”

Carlos opened his mouth to protest, but closed it just as quickly. He let out a soft sigh, hugging Harry tight and closing his eyes.

He didn’t know what would happen in the future, so for right now, he was content just laying in silence with Harry.