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salmon_pinkTitle: Reflecting
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Charming/Hook
Rating: NC-17
Words: 498
Notes: Rough sex. Voyeurism. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writers_choice, prompt "mirror".
They’re in the bathroom at Granny’s diner. Killian wants to comment on that, make some crack about royalty and slumming it in places beneath their station, but he can’t, not when David’s kissing him so deeply. Backing him up against the sinks, fingers in Killian’s hair, making a huge fucking mess of it as he uses it to pull Killian’s head back and attack his neck.
The tip of Killian’s hook makes a sharp, unpleasant sound as it scrapes against the ceramic, and David bites down hard enough to make him grunt, hips shoving forward in search of friction.
He’s used to David manhandling him; their relationship’s been characterised by violence from the start. Enemies first, a tentative truce leading into something like comradeship, and now they have this, the desperate slide of their bodies moving together, the heat between them.
Killian’s a captain, he’s used to being the one giving orders. But he lets David turn him with rough, frustrated movements, until David’s pressed up against his back, a hand at his neck bending Killian over the sinks.
He wouldn’t allow this from just anyone. But there’s something about David shoving him around like this that makes him desperate and hungry, that makes him want to buck and struggle just to see if David will get more forceful with him.
David’s hands tug impatiently at the laces of Killian’s trousers, shoving them down until the leather stretches taut around his thighs. Killian holds on to the rim of the sink with his good hand, hook wedged into plaster where the counter meets the wall.
Granny’ll glare at him for days when she sees the scrapes, and truth be told the woman intimidates the hell out of him, but Killian can’t bring himself to care right now. Not when David’s thrusting against his arse, his cock dragging wet and hot down the cleft, and Killian’s panting, eyes falling shut as he focuses on the feel of it.
David’s hand wraps around his throat, nudges his chin up. Killian knows the mirror is there, but he’s somehow still not expecting the closeness of their reflections, the way David’s looking at him with such open lust. David smirks at him in the mirror, leans forward over Killian’s back, never breaking eye-contact.
“Look at you,” he breathes against Killian’s ear, voice low and husky. “I can see how bad you want it.”
Killian groans, closes his eyes again, but David’s hand squeezes lightly at his throat, coaxing him to watch.
“You want me inside of you, don’t you?” David murmurs, and fuck, it isn’t fair, a prince talking so filthy, stirring Killian up like this.
They don’t have time for anything more than this, but that doesn’t mean Killian doesn’t ache for it when the head of David’s cock nudges against his hole. Teasing him, making him growl and rock back against the pressure.
David reaches around, begins to stroke him fast, lips curved as his gaze never leaves Killian’s face.
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Charming/Hook
Rating: NC-17
Words: 498
Notes: Rough sex. Voyeurism. For
writers_choice, prompt "mirror".They’re in the bathroom at Granny’s diner. Killian wants to comment on that, make some crack about royalty and slumming it in places beneath their station, but he can’t, not when David’s kissing him so deeply. Backing him up against the sinks, fingers in Killian’s hair, making a huge fucking mess of it as he uses it to pull Killian’s head back and attack his neck.
The tip of Killian’s hook makes a sharp, unpleasant sound as it scrapes against the ceramic, and David bites down hard enough to make him grunt, hips shoving forward in search of friction.
He’s used to David manhandling him; their relationship’s been characterised by violence from the start. Enemies first, a tentative truce leading into something like comradeship, and now they have this, the desperate slide of their bodies moving together, the heat between them.
Killian’s a captain, he’s used to being the one giving orders. But he lets David turn him with rough, frustrated movements, until David’s pressed up against his back, a hand at his neck bending Killian over the sinks.
He wouldn’t allow this from just anyone. But there’s something about David shoving him around like this that makes him desperate and hungry, that makes him want to buck and struggle just to see if David will get more forceful with him.
David’s hands tug impatiently at the laces of Killian’s trousers, shoving them down until the leather stretches taut around his thighs. Killian holds on to the rim of the sink with his good hand, hook wedged into plaster where the counter meets the wall.
Granny’ll glare at him for days when she sees the scrapes, and truth be told the woman intimidates the hell out of him, but Killian can’t bring himself to care right now. Not when David’s thrusting against his arse, his cock dragging wet and hot down the cleft, and Killian’s panting, eyes falling shut as he focuses on the feel of it.
David’s hand wraps around his throat, nudges his chin up. Killian knows the mirror is there, but he’s somehow still not expecting the closeness of their reflections, the way David’s looking at him with such open lust. David smirks at him in the mirror, leans forward over Killian’s back, never breaking eye-contact.
“Look at you,” he breathes against Killian’s ear, voice low and husky. “I can see how bad you want it.”
Killian groans, closes his eyes again, but David’s hand squeezes lightly at his throat, coaxing him to watch.
“You want me inside of you, don’t you?” David murmurs, and fuck, it isn’t fair, a prince talking so filthy, stirring Killian up like this.
They don’t have time for anything more than this, but that doesn’t mean Killian doesn’t ache for it when the head of David’s cock nudges against his hole. Teasing him, making him growl and rock back against the pressure.
David reaches around, begins to stroke him fast, lips curved as his gaze never leaves Killian’s face.
