#hookthread

Hook ran his ship like, well, the Navy —not that he would know what that is— which meant nothing happened on there that he didn't have express knowledge about. Nobody dared cross him. If they did, they found out the hard way just how expertly he manipulated his titular appendage.

So this one quiet night, hearing a commotion in his private cabin, he needed to set someone straight.

As two men of the sea, Hook was bound to run into Eric sooner than later, but he didn't expect just how famously they would get along... normally these royal types were stuffy, boring, and incredibly unattractive. To Hook, anyway. His tastes were eclectic.

No other royals throughout the realms would let Hook tie him up like this, leaving them prone, bound, and nude in his bedchambers on the ship. A prize to be treasured if Hook ever saw one.

"I'm glad you've seen things my way, King Eric," Hook purrs, sneering at his gorgeous sight, running his hook hand (curved side, of course) down the other's bulky, virile form, teasing him by the nipple with cool, curved metal.