Forever Neverland (Peter Pan x James Hook)

Chapter 19

Peter shivered at the words, but didn't dare speak, for he had no idea what that actually meant. Was he getting in over his head? He had no idea what was happening or what to do - unlike Hook who seemed to be quite up to date. Could he really trust the pirate?
Peter really wanted to. He wanted to walk down the unknown path with the captain, even if it would lead to what he despised the most in the world: adulthood.

His inhibitions were soon chased away by the earlier heat that began taking over him again, originating from Hook's coarse hand that had released his arm in order to caress along his thighs.
Not wanting to moan from the exasperatingly slow touch, Peter turned his head in search of the captain's lips which easily gave into a kiss and resulted in the pirate's hand edging further up until it brushed against something that made Peter jerk in pleasurable shock.
He was almost so distracted from it that he missed the pirate chuckling as he broke the kiss.

"Ow, you bit me," Hook informed him in an amused growl.

Though Peter wanted to apologize, all he got out was a strangled sound somewhere in the back of his throat, because despite the bite, the captain hadn't ceased his caressing. Peter knew what he was touching without having to look down, and it made his head spin; it was so different from when he had tried touching himself there. Why was Hook able to make him feel things that he couldn't feel on his own?
On the other hand, Hook was able to awaken all sorts of feelings in Peter that he had never known before, so maybe this was just one more of those unbelievable things that only the pirate captain managed to lure from him.

By now, Peter had given up on trying to kiss because he was too consumed by the intense feeling that managed to dim out everything else, making it impossible for him to concentrate on even simple things like sitting upright on Hook's lap from which he would have already fallen to the floor, weren't it for the pirate's hooked arm holding him in place.

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James desperately tried to keep a grip on reality while his hand brushed over the boy's sensitive skin that felt softer than anything he could ever remember touching. Was he being too rough? He had no idea how to pleasure someone other than himself, but with himself he never bothered to be gentle, so with every touch he was scared to hurt the boy, despite knowing that Pan was tougher than any man James had ever met.

It was a lot more difficult than he had anticipated - especially due to the fact that his mind was growing foggy with lust - and James was astounded at how much concentration it required to keep them both balanced on the edge of the bed and caress Pan's aroused flesh at the same time. It probably wouldn't take long though, so there was no point moving, which was why he decided to simply keep the position that allowed him free movement of his hand, as well as easy access to Pan's neck on which he began nuzzling. It wasn't something he had ever done before, but he recalled a woman doing it to him once, and he had quite enjoyed the sensation.
Judging by Pan's ragged moan, the boy also found this attention pleasurable, encouraging James to deepen his attention on the tender skin of the boy's neck that tasted detestably delicious.

None of these things were any that James had ever engaged in before, since the only people he had ever shared physical intimacy with had been paid women, so he had never bothered with pleasure that wasn't his own, yet he found the experience endearing and arousing. There was definitely something intriguing about being the only person who had ever managed to draw such feelings from the innocent king of Neverland who moaned wantonly under his touch.

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Though Peter wanted to move - turn around, touch Hook, anything - he found himself simply sprawled across the pirate's lap, unable to perform a single movement that went beyond an involuntary twitch or jerk. The feelings his body offered were so strong and different from any he had ever had so far that it was impossible for him to focus on anything other than them, rendering him completely useless. He wanted to lay there for the rest of eternity, and simply enjoy the wondrous sensation of the captain's coarse hand caressing him.