There was a bit of swooning. More grumbly than anything else, but Killian couldn't exactly help it. He reached out, dragging the other man in tight like pulling him into watery depths, a Kraken, going for another kiss that mean nudging his chin to the side so Hook could let lips and tongue lathe over skin that felt heated to him, much more than before. Much more than a human naturally would be, maybe, but he rather liked it. It sunk into his bones and made him shiver.
"Going to fuck me, are you?" His breath caught, murmured words around that kiss - and another, with more desire than he had thought himself capable of right now. Fingers squeezed, digging in now that fabric wasn't in the way, pulling closer still. It was usually him doing the fucking. Captain Hook wasn't much for switching to the bottom role - but he'd make exceptions. How thrilling. "Sounds pretty magical all on its own, darling. Shiver me timbers, with that cock of yours. Please tell me you're...prepared." It was the twenty-first century and they weren't in prison; oil was always appreciated!