[ 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. ]
[any other time, buggy would have been the first to challenge the idea of shanks' dick being worth his bounty, but at the moment he's too desperate to get it inside him. then shanks is finally, finally pushing in, stretching him a hell of a lot more than his fingers and making him throw his head back on the pillows with a moan he barely strangles back. he can't believe how much he's wanted this - he wonders ludicrously for a moment if this is just an intoxicated fever dream.
when shanks is buried inside him, buggy struggles to catch his breath, quivering all over and frankly in need of a moment to keep the waves of pleasure and lust from getting overwhelming. but he isn't fragile, and rarely appreciates good intentions. what is this supposed to be, romantic?
as soon as he takes that single flex of shanks' cock, it isn't nearly enough. buggy wills his eyes to focus so he can glare at shanks, even as he wraps both legs around the other pirate's waist and locks their hips together.]
Is that all you got? [he rolls back harder, lifting up enough to let half the cock slide out of him before he grinds down and impales himself again. ignore the lurid flush and how hard he is - buggy the clown is still in charge here!] I can fuck myself better than this.
[Even Shanks isn't sure what this whole thing is meant to be, though romantic may have been a minor thought, a brief and fleeting image of exploring each others bodies thoroughly and slowly without a care in the world. But that would never happen right now, not with so many years of pent up frustration of both sides between the pair. There had been the idea of not going to town immediately, of letting them both catch their collective breath for a moment, but Buggy has other ideas. Great ideas and the look from Buggy promises nothing but the most thrilling of trouble.
The commentary gets another huff from Shanks, though as to if it's amusement or irritation is anyone's guess and the redhead is too caught up in the blisteringly hot sensation of Buggy around him to feel the need to elaborate. Even now it's better than he could have even imaged or dreamed of and the motion from Buggy is more than enough to drag a low, guttural moan from the redhead. How could he not react to such a challenge? To the way Buggy not only looks under him but moves? And every word from the other easily presses his buttons, goading him on in a myriad of delicious ways. ]
We're just getting started. [Shanks takes a breath before finally throwing the last of his restraint out of the window, pulling his cock back only to thrust back in hard, instinctively setting a bruising, almost punishing pace as he gives the other pirate captain what he wants. What they both want, if Shanks is honest with himself, and the lewd noises that escape his lips more than gives him away. ]
[for all the drama buggy creates around getting his way, it still manages to catch him off guard when it happens. maybe there was a part of him that was really certain the two of them would just bicker and push back and forth until something (definitely buggy) just exploded. they've gotten this far, but buggy is still waiting for the other shoe to drop. after all, he left shanks in loguetown for a reason. didn't he?
(what was it again?)
the first thrust silences any further complaints from buggy, who gasps and drops back to the pillows again, but the next one - and the next, and the next - comes so fast that he can't even catch his breath. the hand at shanks' chest curls, nails digging into flesh as buggy arches his back and moans helplessly as shanks gives him exactly what he wanted. it's fucking perfect. it's too much.]
Ah fuck, Buggy — ! ( There'll be more than enough time after for bickering; even Shanks isn't so obtuse as to believe a good (amazing) fuck would solve all of their problems, even if it felt like it right at that very moment. Everything is perfect, hard and hot as Shanks rolls his hips. He can't help but flush and groan at the way Buggy reacts, how his name and noises drop from the other's lips like a litany of praise and encouragement.
There's a brief thought, quick enough to make a promise to himself to make sure no other persons name reaches those lips.
The nails digging in are enough to have his back arching instantly, the painful sensation dissolving swiftly into a delectable heat that flashes through him. Did that draw blood? Shanks hopes so. )
Do that again.
( Shanks slows his roll only to adjust his balance as he places a hand under Buggy's knee and leans forwards. Quickly enough he shifts Buggy's leg up and over his shoulder and Shanks takes advantage of the new position, fucking Buggy slower but deeper. The urge to ensure Buggy can think of nothing but him is still prevalent and the redhead presses a kiss against the side of Buggy's leg before picking up the pace once more. He's not sure how long they're going to last, things are already feeling tight, urgent and Shanks will do his damnedest to make sure Buggy goes first as he throws out a last tease. )
[every thrust knocks the air right out of him, so buggy isn't sure how he's breathing, but it doesn't matter as long as shanks keeps fucking him like there's no one else in the world but them. the red-headed bastard so fucking gorgeous like this that it's hard to look at him, but buggy has wrestled with that frustration his whole life, and even if he can't meet shanks' eyes he can still arch into him and moan with shameless want every time shanks fills him up with another thrust.]
Fuck - fuuu-ck me -
[it's humiliating, how quickly he's been reduced to incoherence, but shanks is finally proving himself good for something and buggy has no choice but to surrender. then shanks starts to reposition him, shifting his hips higher and bending his leg back, and this time green eyes meet brown with the briefest molten look of surprise; he's extremely flexible on his own, but his devil fruit powers means that shanks can fold him in half and buggy can still clutch at him desperately, unbent leg still wrapped tight around his waist, a floating hand grabbing his ass, the other clawing at his chest as he obeys without a single thought, leaving raw scratches, blood rising to the surface like little rubies over shanks' heart. the new angle drags that fat cock right over the sensitive spot inside him, and suddenly every thrust is making stars explode behind buggy's eyes.]
Ahh - ahhhh - please -
[don't stop please don't stop you're gonna make me come i'm so fucking close - all things buggy would be saying if he could manage more right now than that one pathetic please. pinned to the bed by shanks' weight above him, he can hardly even ride into those deep thrusts for more, or even keep track of what his own body is doing other than dissolving into electric fire everywhere shanks touches him. buggy throws his head back, gasping for air, his whole body pulling taut and threatening to come apart into all his pieces. by the time he reaches his limit, he only has one word to express his helpless pleasure.]
Shanks, Shanks, Shaaaanks - !!
[his body seizes, for one frozen moment, before he comes with a broken sound, streaking his chest and stomach with white, hips bucking on the powerful thrusts of shanks' cock that make the ecstasy white-hot. he strains so hard he disconnects at the joints, drowning in the waves of it, clinging to shanks as the only solid thing he can count on.]
[ Shanks is just as incoherent, gasping Buggy's name like a mantra over and over. He doesn't care about the noises he makes, not an ounce of shame and why should there be? There's almost a defiance in it all; he'll let Buggy know through sound and touch what words can't wholly convey in the moment. Even later on Shanks won't feel anything but a smug kind of pride at the noises that fill the air right now.
Buggy doesn't need to say anything, however, as Shanks can feel his own body responding in kind. Each movement becomes all the more erratic than the last as he begins to drown in the sensation of Buggy all around him. His gasps for air melt into a sharp intake as the other gives him what he wants, the burn of nails deep into his skin almost rapturous in the motion.
His vision starts to blur as Shanks nears his own edge, his limit swiftly approaching faster than he'd like. Each and every single sound Buggy makes is perfection, a melody that will ring in his ears for the rest of time along with the sight of Buggy coming undone beneath him. The other tightens impossibly around his cock and it only takes a few more thrusts of his own, fucking Buggy through it before Shanks tumbles over the precipice. His back arches as Buggy's name punctuates the air through grit teeth, Shanks keening his own ecstasy for all to hear. Hips stutter as he comes and fingertips dig all the harder into pale skin as everything around them just stops. A perfect, exquisite moment of white hot pleasure, of being unaware of where he ended and Buggy started.
All too soon Shanks strength gives away and he leans forwards, burying his forehead against Buggy's shoulder. Coherent thoughts are still a million miles away as the redhead basks in the moment, not even bothering to pull out for the time being as he manages a simple grunt as he focuses on catching his breath. ]
[buggy lets out a keening moan when he feels shanks come inside him, but there's no air left around him to make another sound. his whole body feels like one giant nerve, sensitive to the lightest touch from shanks, and getting fucked through his orgasm feels like it might actually kill him a little bit. he can't remember the last time he felt this fucking good. hell, he can barely remember his own name.
that's fine... it wouldn't be the worst thing to be a melted puddle for a little while. he loses some time, frozen in that same moment of pleasure strong enough to make his bones tingle. but then shanks is sinking against him, making his breath hitch; slowly, buggy goes limp underneath him, but for the hand that slips from shanks' chest to rest on his left side.
something is different now. maybe it'll be clear when he can catch his breath... maybe not. right now this moment is the only thing that matters, the sound of buggy's heart pounding in his head, shanks catching his breath, and the surf rolling against the not-so-distant shore. for once, buggy doesn't have a single thing to say.]
[ He's never moving again. Everything is so perfect and comfortable that the mere idea of shifting is abhorrent to the redhead. Buggy is warm and the hand at his side feels almost too intimate, too easy to indulge in considering the arguments before (and most likely after). There's a lot to unpack with the clarity that threatens, and Shanks is slowly becoming more and more aware of it as he slowly comes to his senses, giving a small huff against Buggy's shoulder as he finally pulls out with one last, low groan.
Perhaps if no-one speaks they won't think too hard on it? Impossible considering the pair of them and Shanks instead rolls on to his side, keeping an arm across Buggy's chest as he contemplates. Ideally they'd carry on indulging in each other like nothing else in the world mattered, but even Shanks isn't naïve enough to believe that would come from what was essentially a booty call. ]
I'm not moving.
[ There. The silence is broken and Shanks already laments the quiet moment that rapidly fades behind them. Still, someone had to do it and the alternative would be letting Buggy gather enough steam to start shouting about something, like the mess they've both made of each other and the bed. A considerate person would at least offer a cloth for Buggy to clean up with, but such a thing with one hand that's busy resting against warm skin isn't high on the priority list and Shanks instead opts to simply revel in the brief time before Buggy kicks him out of bed. ]
[shanks pulling out makes his breath catch again, and buggy winces a little at the loss that feels somehow too soon, leaving him empty and vulnerable in a dangerous way. he's all too aware that he just got exactly what he said he wanted, and tearing into shanks for some stupid, made-up reason now might very well shatter this into something they can never put back together.
there's no chance at all of not thinking too hard on it; he's already teetering over a chasm of unresolved feelings under a profound sense of doom, so in his own head that he almost doesn't hear shanks speak up. i'm not moving, he says. i don't want you to move, buggy wants to tell him, angrily, maybe in tears, because why the fuck not, i'm the one who gets to move, and if i move i want you to stop me. but somehow the idea of shanks stopping him is terrifying too.
near-paralyzed by indecision, buggy's only response is to roll over and put his back to shanks, without drawing out from under the arm resting across his body. the heavy pounding of his heart hasn't slowed, but if he doesn't have to look at shanks and see shanks looking back at him, he feels a little bit safer.]
[ When Buggy moves Shanks can't help but hold his breath, expecting some kind of argument to begin. It isn't difficult to see it on the horizon, like a storm brewing out to sea before it sweeps inland. But Buggy simply rolls over and Shanks instantly takes advantage of the positioning, firmly pressing his chest up to Buggy's back as he craves the warmth of the other. There's little probability of the other missing how hard Shanks' own heart is pounding as the redhead tries to wind down.
Had Buggy kicked him out of bed, Shanks would have at least protested it, or he likes to think he would. But there's a fine line to be toeing right now, a delicate balance that neither of them have managed to reach in all their years. Buggy, for all his theatrics, could take things to heart all too easily and giving him the wrong impression now would be devastating. For now this tentative truce would more than do as Shanks tries to figure out the next steps that didn't wind up with them both separating for another decade or two. ]
Do you want — [ Shanks pauses as he rests his chin atop Buggy's head, taking a second to admire blue strands. Want what? Another round? More cuddles? A long lasting something? Whatever it is he has to say escapes from him and Shanks can't help but default into some kind of normality. — ] a drink?
[although he instinctively tenses when shanks presses in close against his back, buggy stays quiet at first, allowing shanks to cuddle without protest. he can feel the other's pulse against his back. if not for the stomach-churning skips as buggy tries to calm his racing thoughts, it almost feels like their hearts are beating in sync.
being tucked further into the protective fold of shanks' body around him makes him feel warm and safe and immediately overwhelmed.]
...yeah. [mumbled, fearing the way his voice might crack if all the emotion in him rises any further into his throat, buggy abruptly detaches his head and hands, leaving the rest of his body where it is.] I gotta fix my makeup.
[since half of it is smeared across shanks' face and the rest is a muddled mess of red, white, and blue. without looking at shanks, the floating head and hands flutter quickly to what buggy assumes and fervently hopes is a bathroom with a mirror and a door he can shut until he can get his shit together.]
[Buggy solves the problem of movement and staying warm in one fell swoop. Anyone else would be considered if their friend (lover? partner?) suddenly came apart in such a way, but Shanks can only feel impressed at the ingenuity. Impressed and a little concerned at how quickly Buggy makes his escape. Make-up should be the last of their worries; Shanks would more than happily walk back to his ship without washing his face just to see Benn's reaction. But Shanks supposes it's not on the cards just yet and he reluctantly releases his hold on Buggy to slowly get to his feet, stretching and wincing as the movement pulls at the scratches on his chest.
They're perfect and already bringing a grin to Shanks' face as he touches the raw, red marks with his fingertips.
It only takes a few minutes to source two bottles of liquor, placing one on a side table on Buggy's side of the bed. The urge to check up on Buggy in the bathroom makes itself known and Shanks shakes his head, silently warning himself not to come across too strong. It would be seen as clingy, surely.
Shanks slides back into bed, his own bottle of liquor placed to one side as he wastes little time in closing the gap between them. Being left to his own thoughts is almost problematic for the redhead, his mind turning over every word said in an attempt to analyse them, look for meaning that may or may not be there. Catching feelings isn't on the cards and Shanks can tell himself that as many times as he wants in a vain attempt to ward off trouble.
A deep breath helps soothe his racing mind and now it gives him another problem; the mental image of Buggy fixing messed up makeup in the mirror. It's too much and Shanks huffs with laughter before leaning in to nip none too lightly at Buggy's shoulder, intent on leaving at least one more mark as he listens out for the reaction in the next room over. ]
[whether or not to catch feelings is a choice buggy is years too late to make, and right now it's all he can do to keep them from exploding out of him in dramatic fashion all over again, the same way they did on the beach, when shanks had looked at him like he was, as usual, out of his mind. space helps, a little; buggy splashes water on himself, and that also helps, but then he looks at his floating, wet, makeup-smeared face in the mirror and is not particularly impressed by the sight.
he didn't actually bring makeup with him, is the thing. ordinarily he has at least an emergency lipstick tucked into the brim of his hat, but he left that behind, too. his hair is in wild disarray, no surprise there; his mouth is a red mess and the white paint is so rubbed and streaked it's definitely not serving a purpose any longer; even his sparkly blue mascara is starting to run. he looks exactly as sloppy as he feels.
and shanks saw him like that. he got a whole damn eyeful.
at least taking the time to scrub his face clean gives him some time to settle. he feels shanks moving from the bed behind him, sending a spike of worry up his spine that maybe shanks is taking the chance to make a swift getaway - but no, he's only fetching the drink he offered. and he wouldn't do that, anyway. buggy would do that. buggy might still do that, although his resolve isn't as strong as it was when he got here. wiping off the layers of ruined makeup feels exactly like taking down a protective layer, which is strange because shanks is one of the only people in the world more familiar with his face without it. more walking backwards in time. how far is that going to go?
he's managed to get most of the makeup off, leaving only a persistent red stain on his lips, when suddenly he feels teeth sinking into his shoulder. in the bathroom, he yelps, and in bed he digs a sharp elbow backward into shanks' ribs. a minute later the floating head appears in the bathroom doorway, flustered.]
[ For Shanks it's more about falling victim to the idea this could be more than it should be, letting his imagination run wild with scenarios each wilder than the next, culminating in the disappointment when Buggy tells him to fuck off. It's easily done too and so Shanks distracts himself as he keeps his mouth busy. If his mouth is occupied there's little chance of screwing things up with words, right?
The elbow to his ribs brings the redhead back into the moment with a pained grunt, well deserved and totally earned. It's more than enough to have Shanks grinning to himself, knowing that no matter what happened some things never did change. They would always torment each other no doubt, but even he had to admit it could be fun and that thought is underlined by Buggy's appearance at the bathroom door.
Shanks can't help but burst out laughing at the response, hand idly resting at Buggy's hip as he finds his comfortable position once again. Details, emotions are things they can deal with later and pretend they'd been left at the door as they found their way into the beach hut.
It just doesn't help that Buggy looks phenomenal right now....]
Nothing. [ Buggy doesn't get much as Shanks' laughter finally subsides enough for him to answer. ]
[but buggy is more subdued now, not agitated but extremely wary. he feels more naked now without his makeup than he did when he was stripping himself down for shanks' eyes and hands, not embarrassed but defenseless, an infinitely worse feeling. but... ah, fuck, shanks looks unbearably handsome right now, his hair loose from buggy's fingers in it, his hand a soothing weight on buggy's hip like it's always been there, like that's where it belongs. it makes the clown's breath hitch in his chest. nope. keep it together!
very slowly, he floats back to his body, but doesn't immediately reattach, inspecting the fresh ring of teeth marks on his shoulder.]
[ The indignation on Buggy's face makes the whole thing worth it as Shanks finally stops laughing. Not to mention it's diverted from any tricky conversations about things. Shanks knows it's a talk they both need to have, but right now he's too comfortable and amused to burst the bubble; he can't tell how Buggy would react to a "hey about ten minutes ago?" conversation and so the redhead simply goes with the flow, letting go of Buggy's hip and reaching out to grab the nearby bottle. Perhaps sometimes, thinking too hard about thinks did the most damage. ]
That was the point. You really thought you could just leave me with treasure and I wouldn't have a bite? [ There's absolutely zero chance of that happening and Shanks gives another huff of laughter before shuffling into a sitting position against the headboard. The action is done with ease, a motion that Shanks has learned since losing an arm and having the other holding a drink. ] Maybe it'll bruise.
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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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when shanks is buried inside him, buggy struggles to catch his breath, quivering all over and frankly in need of a moment to keep the waves of pleasure and lust from getting overwhelming. but he isn't fragile, and rarely appreciates good intentions. what is this supposed to be, romantic?
as soon as he takes that single flex of shanks' cock, it isn't nearly enough. buggy wills his eyes to focus so he can glare at shanks, even as he wraps both legs around the other pirate's waist and locks their hips together.]
Is that all you got? [he rolls back harder, lifting up enough to let half the cock slide out of him before he grinds down and impales himself again. ignore the lurid flush and how hard he is - buggy the clown is still in charge here!] I can fuck myself better than this.
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The commentary gets another huff from Shanks, though as to if it's amusement or irritation is anyone's guess and the redhead is too caught up in the blisteringly hot sensation of Buggy around him to feel the need to elaborate. Even now it's better than he could have even imaged or dreamed of and the motion from Buggy is more than enough to drag a low, guttural moan from the redhead. How could he not react to such a challenge? To the way Buggy not only looks under him but moves? And every word from the other easily presses his buttons, goading him on in a myriad of delicious ways. ]
We're just getting started. [Shanks takes a breath before finally throwing the last of his restraint out of the window, pulling his cock back only to thrust back in hard, instinctively setting a bruising, almost punishing pace as he gives the other pirate captain what he wants. What they both want, if Shanks is honest with himself, and the lewd noises that escape his lips more than gives him away. ]
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(what was it again?)
the first thrust silences any further complaints from buggy, who gasps and drops back to the pillows again, but the next one - and the next, and the next - comes so fast that he can't even catch his breath. the hand at shanks' chest curls, nails digging into flesh as buggy arches his back and moans helplessly as shanks gives him exactly what he wanted. it's fucking perfect. it's too much.]
Shaaanks...
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There's a brief thought, quick enough to make a promise to himself to make sure no other persons name reaches those lips.
The nails digging in are enough to have his back arching instantly, the painful sensation dissolving swiftly into a delectable heat that flashes through him. Did that draw blood? Shanks hopes so. )
Do that again.
( Shanks slows his roll only to adjust his balance as he places a hand under Buggy's knee and leans forwards. Quickly enough he shifts Buggy's leg up and over his shoulder and Shanks takes advantage of the new position, fucking Buggy slower but deeper. The urge to ensure Buggy can think of nothing but him is still prevalent and the redhead presses a kiss against the side of Buggy's leg before picking up the pace once more. He's not sure how long they're going to last, things are already feeling tight, urgent and Shanks will do his damnedest to make sure Buggy goes first as he throws out a last tease. )
I can't hear you.
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Fuck - fuuu-ck me -
[it's humiliating, how quickly he's been reduced to incoherence, but shanks is finally proving himself good for something and buggy has no choice but to surrender. then shanks starts to reposition him, shifting his hips higher and bending his leg back, and this time green eyes meet brown with the briefest molten look of surprise; he's extremely flexible on his own, but his devil fruit powers means that shanks can fold him in half and buggy can still clutch at him desperately, unbent leg still wrapped tight around his waist, a floating hand grabbing his ass, the other clawing at his chest as he obeys without a single thought, leaving raw scratches, blood rising to the surface like little rubies over shanks' heart. the new angle drags that fat cock right over the sensitive spot inside him, and suddenly every thrust is making stars explode behind buggy's eyes.]
Ahh - ahhhh - please -
[don't stop please don't stop you're gonna make me come i'm so fucking close - all things buggy would be saying if he could manage more right now than that one pathetic please. pinned to the bed by shanks' weight above him, he can hardly even ride into those deep thrusts for more, or even keep track of what his own body is doing other than dissolving into electric fire everywhere shanks touches him. buggy throws his head back, gasping for air, his whole body pulling taut and threatening to come apart into all his pieces. by the time he reaches his limit, he only has one word to express his helpless pleasure.]
Shanks, Shanks, Shaaaanks - !!
[his body seizes, for one frozen moment, before he comes with a broken sound, streaking his chest and stomach with white, hips bucking on the powerful thrusts of shanks' cock that make the ecstasy white-hot. he strains so hard he disconnects at the joints, drowning in the waves of it, clinging to shanks as the only solid thing he can count on.]
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Buggy doesn't need to say anything, however, as Shanks can feel his own body responding in kind. Each movement becomes all the more erratic than the last as he begins to drown in the sensation of Buggy all around him. His gasps for air melt into a sharp intake as the other gives him what he wants, the burn of nails deep into his skin almost rapturous in the motion.
His vision starts to blur as Shanks nears his own edge, his limit swiftly approaching faster than he'd like. Each and every single sound Buggy makes is perfection, a melody that will ring in his ears for the rest of time along with the sight of Buggy coming undone beneath him. The other tightens impossibly around his cock and it only takes a few more thrusts of his own, fucking Buggy through it before Shanks tumbles over the precipice. His back arches as Buggy's name punctuates the air through grit teeth, Shanks keening his own ecstasy for all to hear. Hips stutter as he comes and fingertips dig all the harder into pale skin as everything around them just stops. A perfect, exquisite moment of white hot pleasure, of being unaware of where he ended and Buggy started.
All too soon Shanks strength gives away and he leans forwards, burying his forehead against Buggy's shoulder. Coherent thoughts are still a million miles away as the redhead basks in the moment, not even bothering to pull out for the time being as he manages a simple grunt as he focuses on catching his breath. ]
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that's fine... it wouldn't be the worst thing to be a melted puddle for a little while. he loses some time, frozen in that same moment of pleasure strong enough to make his bones tingle. but then shanks is sinking against him, making his breath hitch; slowly, buggy goes limp underneath him, but for the hand that slips from shanks' chest to rest on his left side.
something is different now. maybe it'll be clear when he can catch his breath... maybe not. right now this moment is the only thing that matters, the sound of buggy's heart pounding in his head, shanks catching his breath, and the surf rolling against the not-so-distant shore. for once, buggy doesn't have a single thing to say.]
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Perhaps if no-one speaks they won't think too hard on it? Impossible considering the pair of them and Shanks instead rolls on to his side, keeping an arm across Buggy's chest as he contemplates. Ideally they'd carry on indulging in each other like nothing else in the world mattered, but even Shanks isn't naïve enough to believe that would come from what was essentially a booty call. ]
I'm not moving.
[ There. The silence is broken and Shanks already laments the quiet moment that rapidly fades behind them. Still, someone had to do it and the alternative would be letting Buggy gather enough steam to start shouting about something, like the mess they've both made of each other and the bed. A considerate person would at least offer a cloth for Buggy to clean up with, but such a thing with one hand that's busy resting against warm skin isn't high on the priority list and Shanks instead opts to simply revel in the brief time before Buggy kicks him out of bed. ]
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there's no chance at all of not thinking too hard on it; he's already teetering over a chasm of unresolved feelings under a profound sense of doom, so in his own head that he almost doesn't hear shanks speak up. i'm not moving, he says. i don't want you to move, buggy wants to tell him, angrily, maybe in tears, because why the fuck not, i'm the one who gets to move, and if i move i want you to stop me. but somehow the idea of shanks stopping him is terrifying too.
near-paralyzed by indecision, buggy's only response is to roll over and put his back to shanks, without drawing out from under the arm resting across his body. the heavy pounding of his heart hasn't slowed, but if he doesn't have to look at shanks and see shanks looking back at him, he feels a little bit safer.]
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Had Buggy kicked him out of bed, Shanks would have at least protested it, or he likes to think he would. But there's a fine line to be toeing right now, a delicate balance that neither of them have managed to reach in all their years. Buggy, for all his theatrics, could take things to heart all too easily and giving him the wrong impression now would be devastating. For now this tentative truce would more than do as Shanks tries to figure out the next steps that didn't wind up with them both separating for another decade or two. ]
Do you want — [ Shanks pauses as he rests his chin atop Buggy's head, taking a second to admire blue strands. Want what? Another round? More cuddles? A long lasting something? Whatever it is he has to say escapes from him and Shanks can't help but default into some kind of normality. — ] a drink?
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being tucked further into the protective fold of shanks' body around him makes him feel warm and safe and immediately overwhelmed.]
...yeah. [mumbled, fearing the way his voice might crack if all the emotion in him rises any further into his throat, buggy abruptly detaches his head and hands, leaving the rest of his body where it is.] I gotta fix my makeup.
[since half of it is smeared across shanks' face and the rest is a muddled mess of red, white, and blue. without looking at shanks, the floating head and hands flutter quickly to what buggy assumes and fervently hopes is a bathroom with a mirror and a door he can shut until he can get his shit together.]
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They're perfect and already bringing a grin to Shanks' face as he touches the raw, red marks with his fingertips.
It only takes a few minutes to source two bottles of liquor, placing one on a side table on Buggy's side of the bed. The urge to check up on Buggy in the bathroom makes itself known and Shanks shakes his head, silently warning himself not to come across too strong. It would be seen as clingy, surely.
Shanks slides back into bed, his own bottle of liquor placed to one side as he wastes little time in closing the gap between them. Being left to his own thoughts is almost problematic for the redhead, his mind turning over every word said in an attempt to analyse them, look for meaning that may or may not be there. Catching feelings isn't on the cards and Shanks can tell himself that as many times as he wants in a vain attempt to ward off trouble.
A deep breath helps soothe his racing mind and now it gives him another problem; the mental image of Buggy fixing messed up makeup in the mirror. It's too much and Shanks huffs with laughter before leaning in to nip none too lightly at Buggy's shoulder, intent on leaving at least one more mark as he listens out for the reaction in the next room over. ]
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he didn't actually bring makeup with him, is the thing. ordinarily he has at least an emergency lipstick tucked into the brim of his hat, but he left that behind, too. his hair is in wild disarray, no surprise there; his mouth is a red mess and the white paint is so rubbed and streaked it's definitely not serving a purpose any longer; even his sparkly blue mascara is starting to run. he looks exactly as sloppy as he feels.
and shanks saw him like that. he got a whole damn eyeful.
at least taking the time to scrub his face clean gives him some time to settle. he feels shanks moving from the bed behind him, sending a spike of worry up his spine that maybe shanks is taking the chance to make a swift getaway - but no, he's only fetching the drink he offered. and he wouldn't do that, anyway. buggy would do that. buggy might still do that, although his resolve isn't as strong as it was when he got here. wiping off the layers of ruined makeup feels exactly like taking down a protective layer, which is strange because shanks is one of the only people in the world more familiar with his face without it. more walking backwards in time. how far is that going to go?
he's managed to get most of the makeup off, leaving only a persistent red stain on his lips, when suddenly he feels teeth sinking into his shoulder. in the bathroom, he yelps, and in bed he digs a sharp elbow backward into shanks' ribs. a minute later the floating head appears in the bathroom doorway, flustered.]
Hey! What are you up to out here?!
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The elbow to his ribs brings the redhead back into the moment with a pained grunt, well deserved and totally earned. It's more than enough to have Shanks grinning to himself, knowing that no matter what happened some things never did change. They would always torment each other no doubt, but even he had to admit it could be fun and that thought is underlined by Buggy's appearance at the bathroom door.
Shanks can't help but burst out laughing at the response, hand idly resting at Buggy's hip as he finds his comfortable position once again. Details, emotions are things they can deal with later and pretend they'd been left at the door as they found their way into the beach hut.
It just doesn't help that Buggy looks phenomenal right now....]
Nothing. [ Buggy doesn't get much as Shanks' laughter finally subsides enough for him to answer. ]
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[but buggy is more subdued now, not agitated but extremely wary. he feels more naked now without his makeup than he did when he was stripping himself down for shanks' eyes and hands, not embarrassed but defenseless, an infinitely worse feeling. but... ah, fuck, shanks looks unbearably handsome right now, his hair loose from buggy's fingers in it, his hand a soothing weight on buggy's hip like it's always been there, like that's where it belongs. it makes the clown's breath hitch in his chest. nope. keep it together!
very slowly, he floats back to his body, but doesn't immediately reattach, inspecting the fresh ring of teeth marks on his shoulder.]
Jerk. I felt that outta nowhere, y'know.
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That was the point. You really thought you could just leave me with treasure and I wouldn't have a bite? [ There's absolutely zero chance of that happening and Shanks gives another huff of laughter before shuffling into a sitting position against the headboard. The action is done with ease, a motion that Shanks has learned since losing an arm and having the other holding a drink. ] Maybe it'll bruise.
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