#madhook!verse

2. A steamy kiss

“Does the Hatter wish for a kiss?” Killian asked mockingly, lips curving upwards into a bemused grin. An arm wound ‘round the younger man’s waist as he pulled him flush against him, eyes darkening as he caught Jefferson’s grey blue eyes flicker downwards to his lips. 

Oh, this would be fun.

Closing the distance between them, he captured the man’s lips with his own, drawing him into a forceful and slightly bruising kiss. He had no qualms about kissing the other man. This wasn’t their first kiss, nor would it be their last if he had any say on the matter, and he knew just how to get under his skin.

Teeth grazed the man’s full, bottom lip, and as expected, Jefferson parted them willingly, allowing his tongue access to slide past, delving in and tangling with his in the ever continued fight for dominance between them. It wasn’t long before the other man broke the kiss for need of air.

Seeing how Jefferson was already flustered, he decided to take it a step further and bent downwards to lightly brush his lips against the tender raised flesh, enjoying the little noises coming from slightly parted lips, swollen from their kiss. With a devious smirk, his teeth scraped against the scar, eliciting a shudder and a low moan from the Hatter. Working at the marred flesh, he felt a surge of smug satisfaction at the reaction, feeling the familiar nimble fingers tangle in his hair and tugging at the strands. When the tug was more incessant, he gave a low growl and bit at the scar, earning him another, more breathy moan than the last. Finally, pleased with his work, his tongue lapped at the now darkened mark, and he pulled away, sending Jefferson a wicked grin.