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"Be careful…"
The ever-relentless rocking of Hook's ship slowly sways.
Pan hears the NeverBeast on shore, growling like a cannon-fire, roaming Neverwood's dark where Hook's crew of men fearfully await an order.
(They'll be devoured alive, screaming, before the day's light.)
Hook lies underneath him on the cabin-cot, mumbling feverishly.
A red waistcoat unbuttoned.
Hook's prick throbs.
Cum gleams visible on Hook's belly heaving deep with each gulp of air.
Bits of pixie-pollen dust, sparkling colourfully pink, in Hook's dark beard. Pan hardly resists the urge to lick it off. His nostrils burn. Likely so does Hook's. They inhaled what was one of the Pixie Flowers growing up in the highest trees and bathing brightly in starlight.
"You'll lose this hand next, wouldn't you…"
Pan exposes his teeth against a man-shaped thumb dragging onto Pan's mouth, nipping it. Hard enough to bloom blood.
"Killian…"
It could very well be because the pixie dust, or a state of anger, but Hook grasps knucklingly onto Pan's hips above him, tugging Pan in, seating up. Pan chuckles darkly, feeling Hook's spittle-wet lips viciously kissing Pan. The captain's quarters stifles with an odour of heat.
It is Neverland.
Pan always gets what he wants.
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