#mischievousgraxaim

“It’s Captain now,” Killian said through gritted teeth, his fist flexing and clenching at his side as Pan raised his brow in disbelief, “and I didn’t have a choice. I wouldn’t be here if I did.”

“Ah, is that right?” Pan taunted. “So, no matter your title,” he closed the space between them until his chest pressed against Killian’s, “you still like to be controlled.”

“That’s not what I—”

“Y’know what I think?” Leaning over Killian’s shoulder, Pan purred, “I think you missed me.” He licked the shell of the Captain’s ear and whispered, “Did you miss me, pet?”

“No,” Killian answered firmly, but his resolve slipped with a ragged breath as Pan palmed him through his leathers. As tempted as he was to fight the imp, he knew better than to shove him away, aware of what the consequences of such an action could be. He shivered at the mere thought of those punishments he’d endured too often so long ago, much to the enjoyment of the one who had bestowed them upon him.

“Mmm, part of you did. I can feel it.” Pan stepped behind Killian and settled flush against his back, resting his chin on the Captain’s shoulder. “Why don’t we have a look?”

Killian tried to catch Pan’s arm in the crook of his hook as the imp unlaced his leathers and pulled them away from his body, revealing how embarrassingly hard he already was, but Pan was quicker.

“Ah ah, pet,” Pan tutted as he kicked the back of Killian’s knees, making them buckle beneath him, before pinning him to the ground, Pan’s own knee planting itself in the middle of the Captain’s back. Gripping Killian’s hand and hook tightly, Pan slammed them down at either side of his head. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten the manners I taught you. You know that’s not allowed.”

“I’m sorry,” Killian offered begrudgingly.

“Oh, you will be. I promise you that.” Pan nuzzled Killian’s neck and nipped forcefully along his jaw as he slid his body lower, spreading himself over his pet and caging the fiery thing with his arms and legs. With a nod, Pan whisked away Killian’s leather duster, one less layer between them.

As he rocked his hips and began to grind against his pet’s unfortunately still clothed ass, Pan moaned far too loudly as he remembered how it felt to take it again and again and again, and he practically salivated at the fact that he had another chance at last.

“Now, I’m going to roll you onto your back, and you’re going to be a good little pet and stay still while I strip you, alright?”

When Killian didn’t respond, Pan slapped his cheek, twice, the sting enough to make him nod reluctantly.

“Good.” Pan stood, giving Killian a brief moment to relax before flipping him and straddling his waist, sitting right where it counted as he slowly worked open the buttons down the front of his shirt. “You've got some new scars, pet. I didn’t give you these,” he assessed as he traced the lines covering Killian’s marred flesh. “Did you think you could let someone else claim you while we were apart? Are you so desperate to be broken?” Pan smiled as Killian’s upper lip twitched into a sneer. “It’s no matter. I’ll just have to give you plenty more to remind you who owns you.”

Pan tucked his fingers under the waistband of Killian’s leathers and tugged them down his legs, watching intently as the Captain’s cock sprang free before fully removing them and his boots. Kneeling by his waist, Pan raked his nails along the underside of Killian’s shaft, delighted by his sharp inhale at the equally sharp touch.

“I’ve missed our little games, Killy.” Pan gave Killian a sudden squeeze and laughed at the guttural sound he produced. “Get back on your stomach now,” he ordered, almost disappointed that Killian actually obeyed and spared himself another punishment. “Good boy,” he teased, ruffling Killian’s hair the way Pan knew he hated as he sat atop his thighs.

“Tell me, pet,” Pan ran his finger along the leather straps crossing Killian’s back which held his hook in place, “who gave you this lovely piece of hardware?”

“The Dark One,” Killian spat the moniker. “Rumplestiltskin.”

“Did he now?” Pan’s eyes widened with a curious sense of pride. “He’s come a long way then.”

“You know him?”

“More closely than he’d ever admit,” Pan answered, stretching the strap and snapping it against Killian’s skin. “You could say he was my first Lost Boy. He learned well, I see.”

“So, I’m not the only one who’s left you.” The jab didn’t seem to have the effect Killian was hoping for.

“No,” Pan said, caressing Killian’s cheek, “but you’re the one who keeps coming back to me.” Trailing his fingertips up and down the Captain’s back, Pan asked, “How is my little Rumple?”

“He’s as delightful a demon as you are,” Killian muttered. The insult earned him a strong punch to the center of his back, knocking the wind out of him for a solid minute at least.

“You’ll pay for that, too,” Pan assured him, “but it’s been too long since we last played, and you know how impatient I can be.” He lowered his own trousers enough to free his cock before possessively wrapping his fingers around the curve of Killian’s hook, taking himself in his other hand with languid strokes. “Now,” he cooed, a sinister growl lacing his usual unsettlingly pleasant tone as he returned his lips to Killian’s ear, “think of a wonderful thought, Captain.”

Killian cried out as Pan filled his ass without preparation or warning. The tips of Killian’s fingers and hook dug into the dirt as he clenched his jaw and resisted the urge to buck Pan off himself. His cheeks burned in frustration, humiliation, and pain, and he knew they had only just begun.

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I definitely want to utilize one of those in the foursome fic somewhere, whenever I, y’know, actually keep writing it and not just daydreaming about it lol. 😅😅 Liam likes the big decorative plugs for Emma, but the hook becomes Killian’s favorite to use with her. But I want to write it into something with just Emma and Killian too so he can use his own hook on her at the same time. 🤤

He makes sure the collar isn’t too tight and the hook isn’t in uncomfortably for her before he chains the two together. He loves to watch her suck him off while she’s wearing it. Her back arched and her ass in the air, forgetting to give herself a little slack sometimes when she gets into a rhythm, or otherwise unable to do so when he firmly grips her hair. The sudden gasps it draws from her preoccupied lips as the chain pulls taut and changes the hook’s angle inside her, her little whimpers as she recoils just enough to find relief again before he soothes her back into their activities. Sometimes when she’s doing well at keeping it loose, he’ll tug the chain lightly himself just to make her moan. Always careful, always encouraging. “That’s it. Good girl. Just like that. Fuck, Emma.” Sometimes a little degrading when she wants it. “Such a pretty fucking slut for me.”

He asks if she wants to ride him like that, with the hook in her ass, and she nods with a soft whine as the action pulls the chain. He sits on the edge of the bed, and she wastes no time climbing onto his lap. She throws back her head so she can grind against him, until he growls into her neck the pleading command to take him inside her. She obeys readily, and the sensation is euphoric for them both as he grips her hips to bounce her on his cock and she moves in ways to purposely shift the hook now. It doesn’t take very long for either of them, but they keep going a bit longer after they finish, too caught up in it to stop.