[It's all kinds of thrilling and dangerous to be in this position right now; everything feeling on the edge of a precipice and then some more. There's the potential for this to blow up in both their faces but just like Buggy, Shanks is more than willing to put that to the back of his mind. How much worse could it get? The pair of them were — technically — not talking anyway. And acting sensibly when Buggy is looking at him like that? Common sense had no chance of prevailing.
Before he can laugh at the comment on taking it easy, Shanks feels himself being pulled in for a kiss and the redhead matches the ferocity and heat of it all, pressing his lips back just as hard. He should be concerned by how effortless everything feels as he closes any remaining gap between them, firmly pulling Buggy against him with a hand at the small of the other's back. But that's a thought for later when there's time to think. ]
[that same question - how much worse could it get? - is the one that almost prevented buggy from coming in the first place. if he commits himself to this as a purely physical thing that just happens to involve the man he was in love with as a teenager, it can be one and done and they can go back to their own lives as if nothing happened. that's what he's telling himself. that's a good thing. right?
more thoughts for later. it is effortless, more than habit, like fitting himself against shanks is something his bones remember. the intensity when shanks meets the kiss snatches the breath out of him, but buggy presses back greedily on the next one, deepening the kiss as his hands release the shirt and slide around shanks instead, drawn in close by the hand on his back. he hooks one hand up over shanks' left shoulder, like he's compensating for the lost arm, his hold there tight as the other hand buries itself in red hair all over again.]
[ It's almost astonishing how much Shanks has missed this now that things are happening. There's an instant familiarity with Buggy that drives away any need for caution, instead urging Shanks on as he runs his tongue along the line of Buggy's lips. Just the taste of the other is enough to have his heart skipping a beat or two as he struggles to catch his breath. Not many could claim to have brought Red-Haired Shanks to his knees, but Buggy could do that and easily.
Shanks knows it's best to keep that thought to himself a little longer.
Such things should be a problem; he'd been intent on crossing paths with Buggy and acting totally casual about it, but the meeting on the island had been unplanned. Welcome, but a cosmic spanner in the works and then some. Any notion of casual had gone out of the window never to return. Though if Shanks if honest with himself, had Buggy written the letter, Shanks would have fallen over himself in his haste to meet back up.
Now they're in the perfect place, the electric press of Buggy's lips against his enough to send a skitter of heat down his spine. A hand in his hair only helps further that sensation and Shanks can't help but slip his hand back under clothing, pressing against the warmth of Buggy's back. When they had been younger there had been the thrill of being caught hanging over their heads. That has long since passed, replaced by the knowledge there's no-one to stop them right now and Shanks drags his nails across Buggy's lower back, teeth pulling at the other's lower lip in a silent demand for more. ]
[it's terrifying how familiar it is. if buggy was being sensible, he'd run for the hills before this disaster waiting to happen drags him down into total ruin. but shanks has always had this effortless way of making buggy do things despite his reservations, fears, or inadequacies. apparently that's another thing that simply hasn't changed.
it's only a matter of time before flight mode kicks in, but right now buggy couldn't tear himself away if he tried, and because no one is watching them, he doesn't have to. he can sink his fingers in, nails biting, and leave marks like shanks belongs to him. he can pretend that's true for a little while and bask in it, demanding it, drawing shanks' tongue in deep with his own, half-forgetting that they can do other things besides just make out until they're both lightheaded.
then the nails and the teeth make his breath catch on a greedy, wholly accidental sound of want, and just hearing it makes buggy flush - couldn't be him! - and pull back sharply, lips swollen and red even beneath the makeup, eyes sharp and bright and somehow feverish despite the fact that he hasn't had a drop of alcohol either. shanks' mouth is also red - just like the bonfire. buggy is going to lose his entire mind.
without breaking eye contact, he pushes shanks backward, hands on his chest, toward the chairs sitting side by side a little higher up the beach. sober buggy is absolutely not going to risk sand in uncomfortable places but the chairs are a good compromise for now; he manhandles shanks back to the chair he was sitting in, and then pushes him down into it, and then straddles his lap again, so that now they're almost exactly where they left off. buggy rakes his hands through shanks' hair and pulls his head back, exposing his throat for more hungry kisses, red lipstick marks like flower petals tracking the path.
as long as he's in control, he'll be able to get away at the end of this with his heart intact. no problem. all he has to do is not focus on how beautiful this redheaded bastard still is, and always has been, and always will be - the brightest star in the sky.]
[The needy sound from Buggy goes straight to Shanks' cock. It's music to his ears and whilst Buggy might find the noises he's making mortifying, Shanks loves them, delighted and turned on that the other feels enough to be making them in the first place. He'll never tire of hearing them as long as Buggy enjoys making them and the feel of nails biting into his skin gets another low rumble from the redhead in return.
Shanks lets Buggy manhandle him into the chair as he realises that his old friend has the foresight to consider sand in places no-one wants. The lips at his neck cut off any smart-ass comment he tries to make, the words cutting off into a short gasp of sheer want he can't hold back. Especially with how his mind sees fit to point out where else those lips could go that night. The hands at his hair only serve to underline the heated need that truly begins to take hold as years of denial begin to unravel.
Letting Buggy lead is ideal for a few reason and Shanks is more than happy to allow it. There's the smallest concern that Buggy could change his mind, that such a hot and heavy thing could end abruptly as common sense kicked in. That and ultimately there are few moments Shanks allows someone else take charge, to truly enjoy, such is his trust in Buggy. He can control things later when the walls have crumbled further.
Shanks tilts his head back further, giving Buggy more access to his neck as he presses down at the other's back again, rolling his hips upwards to revel in the friction it brings with an audible hitch of his breath. ]
[buggy had managed to convince himself that it was never really as good as he thought it was at the time, that he and shanks were just teenagers fooling around and what do teenagers know about anything, but now that it's happening again he has to confront the shocking truth: yes, it was really that good.
every time shanks makes a sound of pleasure loud enough to catch, buggy's whole body practically trembles with lust. nothing has ever made him feel as powerful - or as vulnerable - as shanks moaning and gasping and arching because of him. it's why he climbed into shanks' bed night after night no matter how much they bickered during the day. as soon as shanks pulled him into his arms, buggy always seemed to forget how to be mad at him.
he's melting quickly in shanks' lap, not-so-iron resolve taking massive damage from the red-haired pirate's appreciation while his cock takes full advantage of every charge, and then shanks makes the lethal decision to roll his hips up, giving buggy total awareness of the growing bulge digging into his inner thigh. a real moan pulls itself right out of buggy's throat, and without a moment's hesitation he realigns himself on shanks' lap and grinds down on him, pleasure and lust spiking straight into the clouds.
buggy wrenches his mouth away from shanks, drawing back enough to watch his face as he drags one stiffening cock against the other through well-worn cloth. the brightness hasn't left his eyes; the whole world has narrowed down to shanks again.]
Tomorrow... this never happened.
[which means tonight, they can do whatever the fuck they want.]
[Feeling Buggy reciprocate is worth all the treasure in the world and then some more right now. Each shift and movement is enough to have heat streaking through Shanks, curling into sheer excitement over every touch and the promise that each one brings.
There's no shame in admitting to himself that the lust is undeniable and ironically, unbeknownst to Buggy, the other has everything he ever wanted; the entire spotlight on him and no-one else as Shanks' worldview narrows down to only the pair of them in the moment. Pirates could invade and he'd likely not notice.
Shanks clasps tightly at Buggy's hip to pull the other down into another roll of his own, unable to resist as the urge to take charge finally begins to take hold. How can he not with the words Buggy comes out with, each syllable full of imagery that Shanks had never dared think much about. Lucky for them they're no longer younger, sneaking in their time when they could. Now there had an evening to doa s they wished and if Shanks has anything to do with it, he'd be making sure that tomorrow is more of the same.
One night only? As if.]
Lucky for us I got a place for the night. [He doesn't add it's for a handful of nights, a basic place that's perfect for the pair of them and Shanks is already making a move, attempting to scoop Buggy up with one hand as he gets to his feet, unwilling to let the other stop at his neck as they move. ] Want to see?
[buggy is just about to point out indignantly that shanks didn't even know for sure he was coming - presumptuous bastard - but then his balance abruptly shifts and he nearly tumbles backward off of shanks' lap with a very undignified yelp. by the time he gets a grip back on the emperor's shoulders, he's bright red and indignant for an entirely different reason.]
Idiot - !! Warn me next time before you do that! [as if there's guaranteed to be a next time. which there isn't. and yet, despite his protests, he's clinging tighter, thighs squeezing shanks at the waist, just shy of wrapping both legs around him. buggy can't look too desperate (ideally he wouldn't look desperate at all, but that ship might have already sailed).
and yet, shanks did just pick him up and go from sitting to standing with only one arm, which is so unbelievably sexy of him buggy's almost mad about it, but more than mad, he's turned the fuck on. so that shanks doesn't see too much of the eager flush in his cheeks, buggy presses his face into the other pirate's neck, peppering kisses wherever he can reach, nipping the soft skin behind his ear.]
[Shanks can't help a low chuckle at the indignant noise that escapes Buggy, equally thrilled and grateful at the feel of legs tightening around him. He may be making this look easy, and there hadn't been much thought over it, but the reality is anything but. Carrying someone with one arm is more than enough work, but to try and attempt it whilst every part of him is just screaming for the other is a whole different kettle of fish. Walking is going to be difficult with how hard he is, something that Buggy can't miss from that position. ]
Where's the fun in that? [The redhead can't help but tease back, giving a good natured roll of the eyes at Buggy's demand to hurry up. It's a sentiment Shanks shares, but he can't just give Buggy everything so easily.
He catches sight of a flush that makeup can't quite cover and that, coupled with the nip behind his ear is enough to give Shanks pause as he bites his lip, eyes briefly fluttering closed as sheer want and need threaten to take over. If Buggy had any idea how hot he looked right now.... ]
Keep on like that and we might not make it there. [Seriously, the urge to throw caution out of the window is growing stronger with every second. Sand could always be washed off later right? But no, a place has been promised, he can see it through the nearby trees. It's not far away at all and yet it feels like a million miles away as Shanks starts the awkward walk, keeping his grip on Buggy and pausing only to nuzzle against the other's jawline. ]
[where's the fun, he says, when buggy knows he's just doing it to be obstinate. jerk! if only he weren't so very hot.]
Lazy.
[it's repeated, muffled, against shanks' throat, but they're still moving in what he assumes is the right direction so he doesn't try to derail things with an argument. in fact, he can make things a lot easier - for his own sake, obviously. he's a bad guy, bad guys aren't helpful. so of course it's totally selfish of him to come apart, leaving only his lower half for shanks to balance in one arm, legs still clamped firm on the redhead's hips; buggy grabs him by the shirt and kisses him again, fiercely, floating torso half-dragging shanks along without even paying attention to where they're going. as long as his feet are on the ground, he's effectively weightless, but with total control over his pieces he can still flex his hips just enough to tease the bulge digging into him.
he's paying attention to nothing but tugging shanks and kissing the breath out of him when his back hits a tree, just a few yards away from the little beach hut. it forces a breath out of him, half gasp and half moan, sending a fresh spike of lust through his body. this is the least efficient method of making it from one place to the other but buggy couldn't care less; if they have to stop now for any reason, he's going to scream.
detached hands will start making quick work of shanks' shirt in the meantime, stripping it off so that buggy can drag his fingers over lean muscle, following the ripple over shanks' abdomen. then he grabs his ass with both hands and pulls him forward, grinding their hips together, pressing buggy's back harder against the rough bark and another filthy moan into the eager kisses.]
[Getting to the shack had been one of Shanks more pressing priorities, the thought of spending a day (or two) wrapped up with Buggy in bed both potent and vivid in his mind. How could either of them refuse the allure of indulging in each other as much as they could without the interruptions of crew and life. But before Shanks can even wrap his head around what's happening — too distracted by the feel of Buggy against him — there's a sudden pair of hands at his shirt, dragging him along.
Anyone else would be concerned by such an event, if not freaked out that their partner had just literally come apart. But if anything it only serves to make Shanks' blood run all the hotter as he allows Buggy to drag him along, his imagination fueled with all the things they could do with those devil fruit powers. Now it's easy to carry the other with only one arm, but the way Buggy grinds against him tests the last shred of the redhead's patience as he gives another heated groan at the friction.
They're only a few steps away from the door but Buggy isn't helping any as they both connect with a tree and instantly Shanks is pressing up against Buggy harder, loathe to miss the opportunity to push him firmly against it. He's only just aware of his shirt being removed, gasping as cool air hits heated skin, and the feel of fingers along his abdomen only serves to underline the way Buggy's groan goes straight to his cock. The noises Buggy makes are filthy, sinful and hot. Shanks has no doubt he'll be hearing them ringing in his ears for eternity and right now he can't help but claim Buggy's lips with his own, freeing his only hand to tug none too lightly at the other pirate's hair.
If things keep on they're not going to make it to the hut and Shanks breaks the kiss, giving Buggy's lower lip a small bite to get his attention. Full sentences aren't a thing as the redhead's mind is more occupied with the hands at his ass, on giving a slow, purposeful roll of his hips against Buggy's and he utters a single word before leaning in to bite lightly at the other's neck. ]
[buggy could talk a lot of shit about being the one doing all the work here, but the folly of that becomes apparent when shanks pins him harder against the tree, kissing him, burying a hand in his hair, fingers tightening and pulling. the kiss breaks when buggy's head arches back with a ragged gasp.]
Ahh-h--
[he only just stops himself from moaning out shanks' name as intense need starts to disintegrate what's left of his self control. his fingers dig in harder, demanding another flex of the redhead's hips, meeting them with a sinuous ripple. he's so keyed up that the friction against his own hard cock leaves him shaking.]
Yeah, yes - right here - [demanding is starting to sound more and more like pleading; buggy wants shanks so badly that he doesn't care where they are anymore - fortunately, however, he has just enough clear thought in his head to remember that they are literally steps away from not needing to fuck against a tree.] Wait. No, wait -
[he's more aware of shanks' body than his own and isn't even sure which of his pieces are attached right now, but his feet are one the ground and that's all that matters. it takes a surge of willpower to push shanks back, and to keep going in the direction of the nearby bed, but buggy's patience gives out just in time for every piece to collide into shanks at once, sending them both across the threshold of the little beach hut in a tangled heap. buggy is kissing him again before they even hit the ground.]
( Luckily they both manage to muster up enough coherency between them to realise that the tree is not the greatest of ideas. Or something like that. Shanks isn't sure, he's too wrapped up in dragging more sounds from Buggy to spare too much energy on trite things such as thinking.
Wait. Bed. By the time Shanks pieces two and two together that the bed isn't that far away they're already tumbling through the doorway, his back hitting the floor hard enough it would have taken his breath away had Buggy's lips not already been back against his.
The floor is marginally better than a tree, but even with Buggy on him Shanks can see the bed from his vantage point. The sooner they get there the sooner there's nothing to think about and he can focus on more important things, like fucking Buggy until the sun rises. He breaks the kiss only to press his own back against Buggy's in an almost chaste peck of the lips, ignoring how his body screams against the notion of stopping temporarily. )
Bed. C'mon. ( Shanks takes a breath, steeling the last of his resolve to grab a handful of Buggy's shirt, tugging the other up and only relinquishing his grip to give Buggy a shove down on to the bed. Manhandling? Maybe, Shanks knows he can apologise later for it, focusing on removing Buggy's shirt instead, desperate to feel heated skin against his own. )
[he might have grumbled or whined a little about having to move yet again when he's already moved so much and he wants shanks so bad it's starting to physically hurt. but buggy isn't expecting to be so effectively manipulated from floor to bed; that sweet little kiss hits him like a pause button, and before he even realizes what's happening he's suddenly landing on his back on the bed with a grunt of surprise, eyes wide, heat lancing through him again in a way that has nothing to do with embarrassment.
shanks won't hear a single word of argument. buggy is quick to wriggle out of his own shirt, and then the rest of his clothes, trying to press close and kiss shanks as much as he can the whole time. no sooner has he stripped himself bare than he drops a floating hand between them, fondling the bulge of shanks' cock even while buggy wraps both arms around his neck.
fuck. did he get bigger? of course he did, they grew up. fuck.]
[Buggy get the silent request, pulling off his clothes and exposing skin that takes Shanks' breath away, brown eyes greedily drinking in the sight before him. The understanding they're both larger and older (though not particularly wiser) also hits home, something that equally thrills and concerns the redhead. So much time has passed, and they have all night to catch up on it.
Even the sight of Buggy's cock has Shanks' mouth watering and not for the last time that night the wish to have both hands at his disposal crosses his mind. He'll just have to use the one to leave as many marks as he can and Shanks is already digging fingers in at Buggy's hip as the comment reaches his ears. Each syllable skitters down his spine heatedly and Shanks can't help the shudder that ripples through him. How long has he wanted to hear that? Too long.
Still, trust Buggy to issue such a challenge and, despite thinking on how grown up they were not mere moments ago, Shanks can't help but push back, flashing his teeth as he smirks. ]
[buggy firms his grip on shanks' cock through his trousers, heart thumping wildly in his chest, wanting to eat that unbearable smirk right off the red-haired pirate's beautiful face. it's not really the courtesy buggy cares about, after all. he just wants shanks to want him badly enough to do something about it. he can't give up when he can tell he's having an effect.]
Then you'll have to make me.
[it's such a dare that buggy might as well just say so, and it's written in his hungry gaze, the challenging lift of his chin. they're well past the point of him using something like that as an excuse to abandon shanks here; now buggy's determined to make it worth his while to have answered the summons at all. one way or another he's going to get the treasure he came for.]
[ Shanks seriously gives the nice route a quick, if not distracted, thought. He could put on his best pout and say please so very sweetly, knowing it would more than likely slay Buggy to see and hear such a thing. And when would they be doing this again? But there's a reason why Shanks is where is he these days, a stubborn (and often drunken) fool to the very end. Playing nice he can save for later.
The challenge is issued from Buggy, the dare unspoken but still ringing in the redhead's ears and he delights in the defiant tilt of Buggy's chin in a familiar motion that promised the best kinds of trouble. The urge to just shrug his pants off and press up against the other pirate captain is almost a mantra in Shanks' mind and he takes a deep breath, steeling himself to hold out a little longer in the name of tormenting Buggy for daring to be so wilful at such a time. ]
Guess I'll have to. Make you wait that is. Tease you — [ Shanks dips his head, nipping at the pale skin of Buggy's shoulder none too lightly in between words. ] — until you're the one — [ another nip, this time further down ] — begging for my dick.
[buggy would never admit it, but the word please from shanks could get him to do just about anything, depending on how much affection was put into it. please, buggy would do critical damage to his resolve under any circumstances; if shanks had said it now, buggy would have had him on his back so fast even his haki wouldn't have been able to keep up.
on the other hand, prolonging the anticipation when buggy is already aching with impatience is perhaps the most intimidating threat shanks could make. it makes buggy's arousal start to spike under every little bite, perhaps the worst possible way for his body to react if he wants to have the upper hand and not fold like a deck of cards.]
L-like hell... [his voice only caught a little bit and it's nobody's business, it has nothing to do with how white-hot shanks' mouth feels or the bolt of lightning in every word that goes straight to buggy's cock. he drops back onto his elbows, while his hands float up to twist in shanks' hair.] If it's that good, why don't you prove it?
Get me out of these pants and I'll show you. Or you could spend forever distracting me.
[Not that it's difficult to distract Shanks when Buggy looks like that, skin flushed, body eager no matter how much the other wants to hide it in a defiant attempt to remain in charge. Shanks knows better; past evenings in younger years attesting to getting a good read on the other, and he'll never tire of the way Buggy challenges him even now.
That and, simply, Buggy is stunning in every way. Even if he hadn't been on his back, pulling at handfuls of red hair, he would takes Shanks' breath away and for the smallest moment Shanks pauses to glance up, admiring every inch of the other with a possessive glint. His.
Reality and urgency kick back in swiftly, the hands at his hair enough that Shanks muffles a groan against the flat of Buggy's stomach. ]
Hope you don't intend on walking anywhere tomorrow. [Another grin before Shanks dips his head, paying attention to a nipple none too gently with tongue and teeth as he waits for Buggy to remove the last piece of clothing between them. ]
[putting some real effort into distracting shanks appeals to him for a moment, but not as much as he wants this to happen, even if it means surrendering a little bit. buggy has never been any good at denying himself the things he wants, and he wants shanks more than he's ever wanted anything. even when he's being an unforgivably cocky bastard.
he just has to look at buggy like that and all the fight in the clown captain dissolves like a sandcastle at high tide, crumbling to little more than a shapeless lump where his resistance used to be. the hands in shanks' hair are already sliding over his shoulders, dragging nails down his back, opening his pants, sliding them down his hips, very insistently dragging them all the way off. buggy is trying not to tremble too noticeably with his own arousal, but shanks is making him ache for it, and the mouth on his nipple draws a ragged inhale from his throat and drops his head back, a mess of blue hair pooling on the pillows.
that's probably for the best. if he looks at shanks for too long - as loose red strands graze feather-light over his stomach, making the muscle twitch along with his cock - it might break something in him.]
Ahh - I'll walk tonight if you make me wait. [it's the emptiest threat imaginable; the navy couldn't have dragged buggy away from shanks in this moment. he struggles to lift his head so he can glare for emphasis, but it doesn't work. he seems to be sinking further into the bed.]
Do you need me to do it?
[it's almost a sneer, but the truth is that it's a real question that buggy only knows how to ask one way. shanks does only have one hand, after all. buggy has two that can float. he can open himself up, no problem, if it means shanks won't string him out for longer than he can stand.]
[The navy and World Government crashing through the door couldn't get them to stop at this point and Buggy's threat of walking out falls flat between the pair. If Shanks wasn't so deliciously wound up and turned on, teetering on the edge of desperate, Shanks would call out that bluff and tell Buggy to go for it. Go for that walk and see what good it would do him.
Later they could tease and torment each other all they wanted. Right now there's more important things, Shanks shivering as hands trail down his back to finally relieve him of his pants. There's another low rumble against Buggy's chest as his aching cock is finally freed, and the realisation they're both much older than they had been the last time is once again stark. There's a smart ass comment Shanks could be making too, but for once he exerts a fraction of restraint, knowing there are more interesting things he could be using his mouth for.
Do you need me to do it? Normally Shanks would decline such a sneer, but only Buggy could get away with such a comment and not everyone had the sinfully hot privilege of a partner with detachable limbs. Shanks would be an idiot not to take advantage of it. ]
Only if you let me watch. [No shame in admitting that out loud in a heated exhale, Shanks shifting only to lean back and nod towards a bag of supplies by the bed. He'd thought ahead for once, not just bringing booze, and the redhead gives another grin, hand sliding down the flat plane of Buggy's stomach to briefly brush against the other's cock. Like he'll make it easy for Buggy to prep himself.... ]
[it's been more than half their lifetimes since he felt shanks' hands on him with lust and buggy doesn't think he can wait another minute before he gets fucked with something, even if it's just his own fingers. he also has very little shame where sex is concerned; emotional intimacy is where he balks and tries to run. but there's no running from this, and fuck, he doesn't remotely want to.
especially when shanks counters with that.
buggy's breath catches, eyes wide as he searches shanks' face for a hint of teasing, finding none. the heat in him blazes to a roar, momentarily frying his brains in his head. he's silently impressed that shanks thought ahead, even if he should be indignant again at the audacity of him; the hypocrisy of that would be unreal, since the only reason buggy didn't take the same steps is because he didn't want to admit to himself that things might go this way... even though he knew. he can't want shanks so badly it's ruined him for anyone else, and keep walking away.
it's the graze across his cock that brings him sharply back to to his senses, unable to stop his hips from jerking upward, trying to chase that touch.]
Perv... [insane thing to say when the lust in his eyes is blazing; he darts his tongue across his lower lip, dragging it through his teeth, his whole body sensitive to the faintest breeze in the little beach hut.] You better watch. [i don't want you to see anything else but me.
one hand flies over to the bag, rummaging by touch to find a familiar bottle, but buggy doesn't look away from shanks for a moment. if they're gonna play this game, he's gonna get competitive. one hand spreads a generous amount of lube on the other; still watching shanks, buggy rolls his clean fingers over the same nipple shanks caught in his mouth, twisting until he huffs out a whimper, while the slick fingers slide between his thighs as they spread open, giving himself space and shanks a perfect view.
one finger rubs slick around the tight ring of muscle, and then presses inside, all the way in, to the last knuckle. buggy whimpers at the pleasant ache, only hearing himself after it's too late, but he still leans his shoulders back on the pillows, sliding handless arms underneath, and rolls his hips up on a wave of need.]
[Did fantasizing over such things across the years make him a perv? If so then Shanks will allow it, especially when it results in the sight he's seeing right now. He shifts back on to his knees, giving Buggy the space he needs though not far enough to stop the slow, tormenting teasing strokes of his fingers along the other's cock. No, he hears that challenge and as always with the both of them it's mandatory to challenge back. Nothing is ever simple between the pair.
Shanks just doesn't need to vocalise to issue his own challenge with how busy his only hand is. A good thing considering, Shanks would never be able to be too coherent with the view he's getting, eargerly watching each movement of Buggy's fingers and biting his own lip as the noises Buggy makes threatens to completely undo him. Already he's letting go to grab the oil, messilly coating his own cock before stroking himself slowly with a grit of his teeth and a low moan. Really he should have made sure to have Buggy's mouth on him, but it's the perfect excuse for another round later. Right now his skin feels too tight, the sound of his blood rushing in his ears would be cause for alarm any other day and the realisation that Buggy has him on his knees and minutes away from desperately begging is almost too good.
Knowing Buggy, the clown would probably never realise it.
Nudging Buggy's legs wider apart with his knees is almost too easy as the redhead shifts back in, still enamoured with watching yet unable to keep himself away any longer. ]
Tell me what you want. [For once his words are terse as Shanks throws out a final tease, a reminder that he doesn't intend on just laying back and letting Buggy do all the work. Or having all the control. ] Like this I could just fold you in half and fuck you into the mattress. Or flip you over, have you from behind...
[buggy manages to get two fingers inside himself before he's fully reduced to thrusting desperately into shanks' touch, riding his own hand and panting for breath. it would be humiliating if he came already, but it's like all the suppressed desire from the past has come crashing down on him.
when shanks spreads his legs further open, buggy lifts his hips eagerly to give him a better angle. and yet despite his neediness, when shanks lets him choose how he wants to be fucked, it makes buggy flush all over again, his whole body so taut that he moans when he slides his fingers out. fuck, shanks is such a bastard for this.]
I want both. [hard to say at this point if he's challenging or just shy of begging. buggy runs a hand over shanks' chest, eagerly feeling up the firm muscle, while also giving him something solid to brace against; if they start here, he gets to enjoy shanks' attention on him a little longer.] Give it to me, show me what a billion berry cock feels like - fuck me like you said you would.
[Any other time, Shanks would have laughed at such a comment about his cock being worth a billion berry. Even now he can't hold back a snort of amusement that melts into a breathless gasp as he gives himself a final stroke. Everything is so unreal as he leans against the firm hand at his chest, the silent message instinctively pick up on. But then how could he miss it when they've known each other so long? Just thinking about how Buggy demands both offerings is more than enough to have Shanks shivering with need. ]
As you wish.
[He's over waiting, thinking is overrated anyway and Shanks eagerly shifts forwards, taking full advantage of the hand at his chest as he frees his own to position himself. His breath catches at the sight of Buggy, time seemingly standing still enough for him to take it all in. Flushed pale skin, hair the colour of the horizon where sky meets ocean. No matter what happened from this point on, the moment will be seared into Shanks' memory. And then he finally moves, giving Buggy what he wants as Shanks slowly begins fucking into him, teeth grit as the sudden heat around his cock threatens to eclipse all else. His hand is already back at the other's hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and Shanks only stops when fully sheathed, head bowed and only just aware of how sweat already trickles down his back. There's another low groan as everything stills for the briefest of moments and Shanks shifts his gaze back up to catch Buggy's own. He should be asking if Buggy is okay at this point but the selfish, turned on streak in the redhead takes charge as he gives a grin and a slow, singular roll of his hips.
Either it's fine or Buggy will kill him. Either way someone will get what they want. ]
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Before he can laugh at the comment on taking it easy, Shanks feels himself being pulled in for a kiss and the redhead matches the ferocity and heat of it all, pressing his lips back just as hard. He should be concerned by how effortless everything feels as he closes any remaining gap between them, firmly pulling Buggy against him with a hand at the small of the other's back. But that's a thought for later when there's time to think. ]
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more thoughts for later. it is effortless, more than habit, like fitting himself against shanks is something his bones remember. the intensity when shanks meets the kiss snatches the breath out of him, but buggy presses back greedily on the next one, deepening the kiss as his hands release the shirt and slide around shanks instead, drawn in close by the hand on his back. he hooks one hand up over shanks' left shoulder, like he's compensating for the lost arm, his hold there tight as the other hand buries itself in red hair all over again.]
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Shanks knows it's best to keep that thought to himself a little longer.
Such things should be a problem; he'd been intent on crossing paths with Buggy and acting totally casual about it, but the meeting on the island had been unplanned. Welcome, but a cosmic spanner in the works and then some. Any notion of casual had gone out of the window never to return. Though if Shanks if honest with himself, had Buggy written the letter, Shanks would have fallen over himself in his haste to meet back up.
Now they're in the perfect place, the electric press of Buggy's lips against his enough to send a skitter of heat down his spine. A hand in his hair only helps further that sensation and Shanks can't help but slip his hand back under clothing, pressing against the warmth of Buggy's back. When they had been younger there had been the thrill of being caught hanging over their heads. That has long since passed, replaced by the knowledge there's no-one to stop them right now and Shanks drags his nails across Buggy's lower back, teeth pulling at the other's lower lip in a silent demand for more. ]
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it's only a matter of time before flight mode kicks in, but right now buggy couldn't tear himself away if he tried, and because no one is watching them, he doesn't have to. he can sink his fingers in, nails biting, and leave marks like shanks belongs to him. he can pretend that's true for a little while and bask in it, demanding it, drawing shanks' tongue in deep with his own, half-forgetting that they can do other things besides just make out until they're both lightheaded.
then the nails and the teeth make his breath catch on a greedy, wholly accidental sound of want, and just hearing it makes buggy flush - couldn't be him! - and pull back sharply, lips swollen and red even beneath the makeup, eyes sharp and bright and somehow feverish despite the fact that he hasn't had a drop of alcohol either. shanks' mouth is also red - just like the bonfire. buggy is going to lose his entire mind.
without breaking eye contact, he pushes shanks backward, hands on his chest, toward the chairs sitting side by side a little higher up the beach. sober buggy is absolutely not going to risk sand in uncomfortable places but the chairs are a good compromise for now; he manhandles shanks back to the chair he was sitting in, and then pushes him down into it, and then straddles his lap again, so that now they're almost exactly where they left off. buggy rakes his hands through shanks' hair and pulls his head back, exposing his throat for more hungry kisses, red lipstick marks like flower petals tracking the path.
as long as he's in control, he'll be able to get away at the end of this with his heart intact. no problem. all he has to do is not focus on how beautiful this redheaded bastard still is, and always has been, and always will be - the brightest star in the sky.]
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Shanks lets Buggy manhandle him into the chair as he realises that his old friend has the foresight to consider sand in places no-one wants. The lips at his neck cut off any smart-ass comment he tries to make, the words cutting off into a short gasp of sheer want he can't hold back. Especially with how his mind sees fit to point out where else those lips could go that night. The hands at his hair only serve to underline the heated need that truly begins to take hold as years of denial begin to unravel.
Letting Buggy lead is ideal for a few reason and Shanks is more than happy to allow it. There's the smallest concern that Buggy could change his mind, that such a hot and heavy thing could end abruptly as common sense kicked in. That and ultimately there are few moments Shanks allows someone else take charge, to truly enjoy, such is his trust in Buggy. He can control things later when the walls have crumbled further.
Shanks tilts his head back further, giving Buggy more access to his neck as he presses down at the other's back again, rolling his hips upwards to revel in the friction it brings with an audible hitch of his breath. ]
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every time shanks makes a sound of pleasure loud enough to catch, buggy's whole body practically trembles with lust. nothing has ever made him feel as powerful - or as vulnerable - as shanks moaning and gasping and arching because of him. it's why he climbed into shanks' bed night after night no matter how much they bickered during the day. as soon as shanks pulled him into his arms, buggy always seemed to forget how to be mad at him.
he's melting quickly in shanks' lap, not-so-iron resolve taking massive damage from the red-haired pirate's appreciation while his cock takes full advantage of every charge, and then shanks makes the lethal decision to roll his hips up, giving buggy total awareness of the growing bulge digging into his inner thigh. a real moan pulls itself right out of buggy's throat, and without a moment's hesitation he realigns himself on shanks' lap and grinds down on him, pleasure and lust spiking straight into the clouds.
buggy wrenches his mouth away from shanks, drawing back enough to watch his face as he drags one stiffening cock against the other through well-worn cloth. the brightness hasn't left his eyes; the whole world has narrowed down to shanks again.]
Tomorrow... this never happened.
[which means tonight, they can do whatever the fuck they want.]
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There's no shame in admitting to himself that the lust is undeniable and ironically, unbeknownst to Buggy, the other has everything he ever wanted; the entire spotlight on him and no-one else as Shanks' worldview narrows down to only the pair of them in the moment. Pirates could invade and he'd likely not notice.
Shanks clasps tightly at Buggy's hip to pull the other down into another roll of his own, unable to resist as the urge to take charge finally begins to take hold. How can he not with the words Buggy comes out with, each syllable full of imagery that Shanks had never dared think much about. Lucky for them they're no longer younger, sneaking in their time when they could. Now there had an evening to doa s they wished and if Shanks has anything to do with it, he'd be making sure that tomorrow is more of the same.
One night only? As if.]
Lucky for us I got a place for the night. [He doesn't add it's for a handful of nights, a basic place that's perfect for the pair of them and Shanks is already making a move, attempting to scoop Buggy up with one hand as he gets to his feet, unwilling to let the other stop at his neck as they move. ] Want to see?
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Idiot - !! Warn me next time before you do that! [as if there's guaranteed to be a next time. which there isn't. and yet, despite his protests, he's clinging tighter, thighs squeezing shanks at the waist, just shy of wrapping both legs around him. buggy can't look too desperate (ideally he wouldn't look desperate at all, but that ship might have already sailed).
and yet, shanks did just pick him up and go from sitting to standing with only one arm, which is so unbelievably sexy of him buggy's almost mad about it, but more than mad, he's turned the fuck on. so that shanks doesn't see too much of the eager flush in his cheeks, buggy presses his face into the other pirate's neck, peppering kisses wherever he can reach, nipping the soft skin behind his ear.]
Obviously I want to see. Hurry up.
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Where's the fun in that? [The redhead can't help but tease back, giving a good natured roll of the eyes at Buggy's demand to hurry up. It's a sentiment Shanks shares, but he can't just give Buggy everything so easily.
He catches sight of a flush that makeup can't quite cover and that, coupled with the nip behind his ear is enough to give Shanks pause as he bites his lip, eyes briefly fluttering closed as sheer want and need threaten to take over. If Buggy had any idea how hot he looked right now.... ]
Keep on like that and we might not make it there. [Seriously, the urge to throw caution out of the window is growing stronger with every second. Sand could always be washed off later right? But no, a place has been promised, he can see it through the nearby trees. It's not far away at all and yet it feels like a million miles away as Shanks starts the awkward walk, keeping his grip on Buggy and pausing only to nuzzle against the other's jawline. ]
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Lazy.
[it's repeated, muffled, against shanks' throat, but they're still moving in what he assumes is the right direction so he doesn't try to derail things with an argument. in fact, he can make things a lot easier - for his own sake, obviously. he's a bad guy, bad guys aren't helpful. so of course it's totally selfish of him to come apart, leaving only his lower half for shanks to balance in one arm, legs still clamped firm on the redhead's hips; buggy grabs him by the shirt and kisses him again, fiercely, floating torso half-dragging shanks along without even paying attention to where they're going. as long as his feet are on the ground, he's effectively weightless, but with total control over his pieces he can still flex his hips just enough to tease the bulge digging into him.
he's paying attention to nothing but tugging shanks and kissing the breath out of him when his back hits a tree, just a few yards away from the little beach hut. it forces a breath out of him, half gasp and half moan, sending a fresh spike of lust through his body. this is the least efficient method of making it from one place to the other but buggy couldn't care less; if they have to stop now for any reason, he's going to scream.
detached hands will start making quick work of shanks' shirt in the meantime, stripping it off so that buggy can drag his fingers over lean muscle, following the ripple over shanks' abdomen. then he grabs his ass with both hands and pulls him forward, grinding their hips together, pressing buggy's back harder against the rough bark and another filthy moan into the eager kisses.]
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[Getting to the shack had been one of Shanks more pressing priorities, the thought of spending a day (or two) wrapped up with Buggy in bed both potent and vivid in his mind. How could either of them refuse the allure of indulging in each other as much as they could without the interruptions of crew and life. But before Shanks can even wrap his head around what's happening — too distracted by the feel of Buggy against him — there's a sudden pair of hands at his shirt, dragging him along.
Anyone else would be concerned by such an event, if not freaked out that their partner had just literally come apart. But if anything it only serves to make Shanks' blood run all the hotter as he allows Buggy to drag him along, his imagination fueled with all the things they could do with those devil fruit powers. Now it's easy to carry the other with only one arm, but the way Buggy grinds against him tests the last shred of the redhead's patience as he gives another heated groan at the friction.
They're only a few steps away from the door but Buggy isn't helping any as they both connect with a tree and instantly Shanks is pressing up against Buggy harder, loathe to miss the opportunity to push him firmly against it. He's only just aware of his shirt being removed, gasping as cool air hits heated skin, and the feel of fingers along his abdomen only serves to underline the way Buggy's groan goes straight to his cock. The noises Buggy makes are filthy, sinful and hot. Shanks has no doubt he'll be hearing them ringing in his ears for eternity and right now he can't help but claim Buggy's lips with his own, freeing his only hand to tug none too lightly at the other pirate's hair.
If things keep on they're not going to make it to the hut and Shanks breaks the kiss, giving Buggy's lower lip a small bite to get his attention. Full sentences aren't a thing as the redhead's mind is more occupied with the hands at his ass, on giving a slow, purposeful roll of his hips against Buggy's and he utters a single word before leaning in to bite lightly at the other's neck. ]
Here?
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Ahh-h--
[he only just stops himself from moaning out shanks' name as intense need starts to disintegrate what's left of his self control. his fingers dig in harder, demanding another flex of the redhead's hips, meeting them with a sinuous ripple. he's so keyed up that the friction against his own hard cock leaves him shaking.]
Yeah, yes - right here - [demanding is starting to sound more and more like pleading; buggy wants shanks so badly that he doesn't care where they are anymore - fortunately, however, he has just enough clear thought in his head to remember that they are literally steps away from not needing to fuck against a tree.] Wait. No, wait -
[he's more aware of shanks' body than his own and isn't even sure which of his pieces are attached right now, but his feet are one the ground and that's all that matters. it takes a surge of willpower to push shanks back, and to keep going in the direction of the nearby bed, but buggy's patience gives out just in time for every piece to collide into shanks at once, sending them both across the threshold of the little beach hut in a tangled heap. buggy is kissing him again before they even hit the ground.]
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Wait. Bed. By the time Shanks pieces two and two together that the bed isn't that far away they're already tumbling through the doorway, his back hitting the floor hard enough it would have taken his breath away had Buggy's lips not already been back against his.
The floor is marginally better than a tree, but even with Buggy on him Shanks can see the bed from his vantage point. The sooner they get there the sooner there's nothing to think about and he can focus on more important things, like fucking Buggy until the sun rises. He breaks the kiss only to press his own back against Buggy's in an almost chaste peck of the lips, ignoring how his body screams against the notion of stopping temporarily. )
Bed. C'mon. ( Shanks takes a breath, steeling the last of his resolve to grab a handful of Buggy's shirt, tugging the other up and only relinquishing his grip to give Buggy a shove down on to the bed. Manhandling? Maybe, Shanks knows he can apologise later for it, focusing on removing Buggy's shirt instead, desperate to feel heated skin against his own. )
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shanks won't hear a single word of argument. buggy is quick to wriggle out of his own shirt, and then the rest of his clothes, trying to press close and kiss shanks as much as he can the whole time. no sooner has he stripped himself bare than he drops a floating hand between them, fondling the bulge of shanks' cock even while buggy wraps both arms around his neck.
fuck. did he get bigger? of course he did, they grew up. fuck.]
I'll suck your dick first if you ask me nicely.
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Even the sight of Buggy's cock has Shanks' mouth watering and not for the last time that night the wish to have both hands at his disposal crosses his mind. He'll just have to use the one to leave as many marks as he can and Shanks is already digging fingers in at Buggy's hip as the comment reaches his ears. Each syllable skitters down his spine heatedly and Shanks can't help the shudder that ripples through him. How long has he wanted to hear that? Too long.
Still, trust Buggy to issue such a challenge and, despite thinking on how grown up they were not mere moments ago, Shanks can't help but push back, flashing his teeth as he smirks. ]
And if I don't ask nicely?
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Then you'll have to make me.
[it's such a dare that buggy might as well just say so, and it's written in his hungry gaze, the challenging lift of his chin. they're well past the point of him using something like that as an excuse to abandon shanks here; now buggy's determined to make it worth his while to have answered the summons at all. one way or another he's going to get the treasure he came for.]
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The challenge is issued from Buggy, the dare unspoken but still ringing in the redhead's ears and he delights in the defiant tilt of Buggy's chin in a familiar motion that promised the best kinds of trouble. The urge to just shrug his pants off and press up against the other pirate captain is almost a mantra in Shanks' mind and he takes a deep breath, steeling himself to hold out a little longer in the name of tormenting Buggy for daring to be so wilful at such a time. ]
Guess I'll have to. Make you wait that is. Tease you — [ Shanks dips his head, nipping at the pale skin of Buggy's shoulder none too lightly in between words. ] — until you're the one — [ another nip, this time further down ] — begging for my dick.
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on the other hand, prolonging the anticipation when buggy is already aching with impatience is perhaps the most intimidating threat shanks could make. it makes buggy's arousal start to spike under every little bite, perhaps the worst possible way for his body to react if he wants to have the upper hand and not fold like a deck of cards.]
L-like hell... [his voice only caught a little bit and it's nobody's business, it has nothing to do with how white-hot shanks' mouth feels or the bolt of lightning in every word that goes straight to buggy's cock. he drops back onto his elbows, while his hands float up to twist in shanks' hair.] If it's that good, why don't you prove it?
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[Not that it's difficult to distract Shanks when Buggy looks like that, skin flushed, body eager no matter how much the other wants to hide it in a defiant attempt to remain in charge. Shanks knows better; past evenings in younger years attesting to getting a good read on the other, and he'll never tire of the way Buggy challenges him even now.
That and, simply, Buggy is stunning in every way. Even if he hadn't been on his back, pulling at handfuls of red hair, he would takes Shanks' breath away and for the smallest moment Shanks pauses to glance up, admiring every inch of the other with a possessive glint. His.
Reality and urgency kick back in swiftly, the hands at his hair enough that Shanks muffles a groan against the flat of Buggy's stomach. ]
Hope you don't intend on walking anywhere tomorrow. [Another grin before Shanks dips his head, paying attention to a nipple none too gently with tongue and teeth as he waits for Buggy to remove the last piece of clothing between them. ]
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he just has to look at buggy like that and all the fight in the clown captain dissolves like a sandcastle at high tide, crumbling to little more than a shapeless lump where his resistance used to be. the hands in shanks' hair are already sliding over his shoulders, dragging nails down his back, opening his pants, sliding them down his hips, very insistently dragging them all the way off. buggy is trying not to tremble too noticeably with his own arousal, but shanks is making him ache for it, and the mouth on his nipple draws a ragged inhale from his throat and drops his head back, a mess of blue hair pooling on the pillows.
that's probably for the best. if he looks at shanks for too long - as loose red strands graze feather-light over his stomach, making the muscle twitch along with his cock - it might break something in him.]
Ahh - I'll walk tonight if you make me wait. [it's the emptiest threat imaginable; the navy couldn't have dragged buggy away from shanks in this moment. he struggles to lift his head so he can glare for emphasis, but it doesn't work. he seems to be sinking further into the bed.]
Do you need me to do it?
[it's almost a sneer, but the truth is that it's a real question that buggy only knows how to ask one way. shanks does only have one hand, after all. buggy has two that can float. he can open himself up, no problem, if it means shanks won't string him out for longer than he can stand.]
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Later they could tease and torment each other all they wanted. Right now there's more important things, Shanks shivering as hands trail down his back to finally relieve him of his pants. There's another low rumble against Buggy's chest as his aching cock is finally freed, and the realisation they're both much older than they had been the last time is once again stark. There's a smart ass comment Shanks could be making too, but for once he exerts a fraction of restraint, knowing there are more interesting things he could be using his mouth for.
Do you need me to do it? Normally Shanks would decline such a sneer, but only Buggy could get away with such a comment and not everyone had the sinfully hot privilege of a partner with detachable limbs. Shanks would be an idiot not to take advantage of it. ]
Only if you let me watch. [No shame in admitting that out loud in a heated exhale, Shanks shifting only to lean back and nod towards a bag of supplies by the bed. He'd thought ahead for once, not just bringing booze, and the redhead gives another grin, hand sliding down the flat plane of Buggy's stomach to briefly brush against the other's cock. Like he'll make it easy for Buggy to prep himself.... ]
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especially when shanks counters with that.
buggy's breath catches, eyes wide as he searches shanks' face for a hint of teasing, finding none. the heat in him blazes to a roar, momentarily frying his brains in his head. he's silently impressed that shanks thought ahead, even if he should be indignant again at the audacity of him; the hypocrisy of that would be unreal, since the only reason buggy didn't take the same steps is because he didn't want to admit to himself that things might go this way... even though he knew. he can't want shanks so badly it's ruined him for anyone else, and keep walking away.
it's the graze across his cock that brings him sharply back to to his senses, unable to stop his hips from jerking upward, trying to chase that touch.]
Perv... [insane thing to say when the lust in his eyes is blazing; he darts his tongue across his lower lip, dragging it through his teeth, his whole body sensitive to the faintest breeze in the little beach hut.] You better watch. [i don't want you to see anything else but me.
one hand flies over to the bag, rummaging by touch to find a familiar bottle, but buggy doesn't look away from shanks for a moment. if they're gonna play this game, he's gonna get competitive. one hand spreads a generous amount of lube on the other; still watching shanks, buggy rolls his clean fingers over the same nipple shanks caught in his mouth, twisting until he huffs out a whimper, while the slick fingers slide between his thighs as they spread open, giving himself space and shanks a perfect view.
one finger rubs slick around the tight ring of muscle, and then presses inside, all the way in, to the last knuckle. buggy whimpers at the pleasant ache, only hearing himself after it's too late, but he still leans his shoulders back on the pillows, sliding handless arms underneath, and rolls his hips up on a wave of need.]
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Shanks just doesn't need to vocalise to issue his own challenge with how busy his only hand is. A good thing considering, Shanks would never be able to be too coherent with the view he's getting, eargerly watching each movement of Buggy's fingers and biting his own lip as the noises Buggy makes threatens to completely undo him. Already he's letting go to grab the oil, messilly coating his own cock before stroking himself slowly with a grit of his teeth and a low moan. Really he should have made sure to have Buggy's mouth on him, but it's the perfect excuse for another round later. Right now his skin feels too tight, the sound of his blood rushing in his ears would be cause for alarm any other day and the realisation that Buggy has him on his knees and minutes away from desperately begging is almost too good.
Knowing Buggy, the clown would probably never realise it.
Nudging Buggy's legs wider apart with his knees is almost too easy as the redhead shifts back in, still enamoured with watching yet unable to keep himself away any longer. ]
Tell me what you want. [For once his words are terse as Shanks throws out a final tease, a reminder that he doesn't intend on just laying back and letting Buggy do all the work. Or having all the control. ] Like this I could just fold you in half and fuck you into the mattress. Or flip you over, have you from behind...
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when shanks spreads his legs further open, buggy lifts his hips eagerly to give him a better angle. and yet despite his neediness, when shanks lets him choose how he wants to be fucked, it makes buggy flush all over again, his whole body so taut that he moans when he slides his fingers out. fuck, shanks is such a bastard for this.]
I want both. [hard to say at this point if he's challenging or just shy of begging. buggy runs a hand over shanks' chest, eagerly feeling up the firm muscle, while also giving him something solid to brace against; if they start here, he gets to enjoy shanks' attention on him a little longer.] Give it to me, show me what a billion berry cock feels like - fuck me like you said you would.
[or are you going to break another promise?]
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As you wish.
[He's over waiting, thinking is overrated anyway and Shanks eagerly shifts forwards, taking full advantage of the hand at his chest as he frees his own to position himself. His breath catches at the sight of Buggy, time seemingly standing still enough for him to take it all in. Flushed pale skin, hair the colour of the horizon where sky meets ocean. No matter what happened from this point on, the moment will be seared into Shanks' memory. And then he finally moves, giving Buggy what he wants as Shanks slowly begins fucking into him, teeth grit as the sudden heat around his cock threatens to eclipse all else. His hand is already back at the other's hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and Shanks only stops when fully sheathed, head bowed and only just aware of how sweat already trickles down his back. There's another low groan as everything stills for the briefest of moments and Shanks shifts his gaze back up to catch Buggy's own. He should be asking if Buggy is okay at this point but the selfish, turned on streak in the redhead takes charge as he gives a grin and a slow, singular roll of his hips.
Either it's fine or Buggy will kill him. Either way someone will get what they want. ]
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