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[ Mihawk can't help the little hitch of breath that comes when Buggy's finger detaches at the tug of his teeth, disturbed; it's an admittedly novel experience. He is stunned enough that the clown gets to retrieve the glove without any trouble, and when the gloves get tossed to the deck, his sharp eyes are naturally drawn by the contrast in the dark. Part of him expects hands to still be in them, now.

The question fully draws him back from the distraction. Right. What does he want? He told Buggy that he wouldn't penalize him for asking; he can't recall ever making a guarantee to give him a good answer, though. ]

I haven't decided yet. So far, I'm enjoying this.

[ He allows the fingers to make their way into his hair, presumably what is exposed over his temple before getting beneath the brim of the hat. While short compared to Buggy's, it's thick, a texture probably best described as silky.

His other hand shapes itself over Buggy's cock, pinning it against his belly not totally unlike a cat pins a mouse beneath its paw. To play, kill, or eat? Frankly, he was going to actually grab it until the finger incident happened; he doesn't think he has it in him tonight to have that happen on a grander scale. ]

You seem to be as well, despite your uncertainty. Or perhaps because of it? Far be it from me to spoil the mystery for you if that's the case.

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[he's not quite bold enough to take mihawk's hat all the way off without permission, but judging by the way his fingers card greedily through whatever soft hair he can reach and scrape down the back of the older man's neck, the clown is quickly gathering up that courage. it's hard to be more afraid than horny when mihawk isn't asking implicitly terrifying questions, although he still can't tell whether it's the fear or the arousal that mihawk finds more entertaining right now.

then the hand settling firmly over his cock nearly makes him forget that a minute ago he was worrying whether this night would end with him begging for his life. with a ragged gasp, buggy arches against the strong arm across his chest, a full-body effort to thrust his cock against the pressure and grind his ass along the bulge in mihawk's trousers at the same time. he definitely stops giving a fuck that there are a bunch of drunk sailors further down the beach; those guys should be so lucky. without thinking, he reaches both arms back to wrap around the swordsman's neck; hopefully mihawk won't be too disturbed by the floating hands still raking through his hair.]

C'mon... you know what I'm enjoying...

[if mihawk keeps his hand in place, buggy will keep trying to hump his palm for a little relief through the red folds of the costume, but either way mihawk will have the clown emperor writhing in his lap once again, massaging his cock with the curves of his ass as much as the swordsman's grip allows.]

...you think I'd let just anybody throat-fuck me until I pass out?

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[ The grip of Mihawk's arm tightens, wrestling the younger man back against him in a way that stifles how animated he is, yet nonetheless earns a little snarl of arousal thanks to the stimulation. Buggy may well end up begging for his life by the end of the night if he's going to continue to be this responsive. Mihawk takes the hand away from that erection in order to doff his own hat, simultaneously being indulgent and a bastard. Blindly, he reaches back behind him to hang it on Yoru's cross-guard; he could already tell his underling was working his way to taking it off anyway, might as well not let it seem like he can take too many liberties.

And the fingers running through his hair, for all the obvious greed, do feel nice despite the fact he's aware some of the angles are impossible. It's rather easy to not bother to notice or care when he's got Buggy grinding against him, inviting his focus elsewhere. Mihawk sighs against his skin. ]

You didn't pass out.

[ Don't be so dramatic... ]

Let me ask you: why would I wish to hurt you after an absolute victory? [ He gives a roll of his own hips, lifting his own legs so that he can be sure the grind takes him across the other's balls and taint before riding up against the cleft of his ass. ] What aren't you telling me?

[ Does Buggy have some sort of guilty conscience? Or has Crocodile been beating him up regardless of their successes? ]

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But I would have let you!

[the tightening arm reins him in a little, but he can't seem to stop squirming - especially when the head of the older man's cock drags obscenely over him, nudging into his balls, making him wonder for an insane moment if he could somehow get fucked through three layers of fabric. he drops his head back, eyes rolling shut, unconsciously gripping fistfuls of black hair.]

Fffuck, I'm not... I'm not hiding anything! I know you don't give a shit whether I live or die.

[buggy figures he's guilty of existing, in the eyes of crocodile and mihawk, who both seem quick to remind him of it. crocodile still calls him worthless on a regular basis, and he likes to play rough, but at least buggy knows where he stands with him - or tells himself he does, with less difficulty. mihawk's cold indifference is much harder to read. so the clown keeps trying to thaw the swordsman with body heat, until buggy can safely succumb to cognitive dissonance.]

...can I at least take off my costume?

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[ A rough rasp escapes the older man as those fingers clutch at his hair and that neck bares itself to him; it's the grip that keeps him in check from doing something as foolish as scraping his teeth over it. It's also the reason why his hips give one more grind against the other man before they buck Buggy free of his lap, arms loosening simultaneously. Now whether Buggy catches himself on his feet or not or goes face-first into the coffin-shaped deck is not his problem. ]

Indifference isn't the same as malice.

[ And if Mihawk hadn't cared whether or not Buggy lived or died, he'd be dead. Still, it's best if that's a misconception that the clown emperor holds onto; no use letting him think he's bulletproof when he's simply more a protected species than he realizes.

Or is there? How would the other behave if he thinks he's got even a little bit of safety here?

No doubt Buggy's going to be wondering why Mihawk pushed him off. One of his hands moves up to touch one of those presumably still in his hair, morbid curiosity causing him to pin it to his scalp and wrap around. Is it warm? ]

As I said, you're my guest. Make yourself comfortable.

[ He certainly looks like he is, lounging back in that seat with his legs parted, unabashed by the erection straining his trousers, looking every part the cool strip-club regular. He picks up the wine bottle to take a sip, staining his lips sanguine, while the bright eyes watch the clown in the eerie firelight. ]

Because I've extended my hospitality, it wouldn't do to allow any harm to come to you while you're aboard my ship tonight.

[ Now when Buggy leaves, or is forced to leave... ]

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[when he's tossed from the saddle, buggy stumbles; he only avoids landing in a heap at mihawk's feet by chopping at the ankles and catching himself in midair. that's enough to make him really panic, at least for a second, certain he's being kicked off the boat altogether, which would be a very bad sign for him even if it doesn't involve violence. but mihawk stops him, with those words and with the hand that catches his own before buggy can draw it back to the rest of him. it is warm, flexing a little as buggy's fingers immediately relax under the older man's grip. he reattaches it as soon as he's permitted to do so.

for a moment he doesn't say anything. he's turned back to face the swordsman again, one sleeve empty at the wrist, the other hand squeezing itself a little as his gaze roams with obvious lust over the erotic tableau being presented to him - mihawk's hair slightly tousled, lips and tongue red with wine, chest bare and legs spread and cock enticingly stiff. a gorgeous man with a killer dick and a lap buggy would really like to spend the rest of the night in, even possible. a man who keeps his word.

he licks his lips with a dry throat.]

I'm your guest, but also your entertainment. Right?

[reaching back, buggy undoes the hook and the well-concealed zipper of his costume; when the collar loosens, he tugs it down one shoulder, then the other. the undershirt beneath it is pastel blue, sleeveless, and so worn out it's translucent, exposing the tight flush of his nipples, the flat muscle of his stomach.]

So... are you the kinda guy who likes to run his own show, or... do you want to see what I can do?

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[ Mihawk inclines his head, releasing the hand in his grip in the process. ]

A step up from being my servant, I should think.

[ Buggy hadn't needed to bitch the whole time for Hawk Eyes to understand that had been a good punishment, one he'll keep in his back pocket should the need arise in the future.

Here in the present, those keen eyes rake down the clown in turn as he strips down to his smallclothes. This is just a testament to how an article of cloth can enhance nudity - the long hair, too, accents that lean body like a mane. There's a sort of androgyny to it, he notes, when combined with the thigh-highs. So much about Buggy is strange, and if nothing else, Mihawk has to admit to himself that he's fascinating to watch.

Do you want to see what I can do? ]

I've run the show up until now.

[ He'll point out. They might have come to a decision together, but ultimately everything they come out here to do is his call. And though Buggy has been given freedom to add his own colors or accents, Mihawk has drawn the lines when it's come to intimate moments like these. ]

So I think it would be an interesting change of pace to let the performer perform the way he'd like to. If you'd rather not, you may leave. [ Though judging by the way Buggy looks at him, he won't, and it's the last time Mihawk is going to offer him the out. ] If it seems like you're floundering, I'll pick up the slack.

[ He has no problem bossing someone around, but when there's an offer for a show on the table... once again, he can't help being curious. ]

[youshidiots]

[mihawk will always have broad control over the situation - that much is a given, and buggy needs no reminding. full control isn't what he's shooting for. he's not quite that delusional, or at least not yet. he's really just trying to find his own role in all of this, and it seems like he can't hedge his bets on mihawk's word any further. best be grateful he was allowed to do it at all.

besides, entertainer isn't just a step up from servant, it's on another level. the stage, if you will (because buggy certainly will).]

Nobody's talking about leaving, Hawk Eyes... I'm right where I want to be.

[want, want, want. buggy never stops wanting. what pirate doesn't have an insatiable appetite for something? many things? maybe one or two very special, very particular things?]

And I'll settle for constructive criticism - a true artist wants to perfect his craft, doesn't he?

[judging by the hungry gleam in buggy's eye, that's a rhetorical question. he understands mihawk to be a fellow artist, albeit of a different medium. it's hard to imagine the master of blades at a less advanced stage of his craft, but surely he had to have been there once, and if so, he must appreciate how earnestly buggy intends to prove himself. then again, maybe that's just more delusions of grandeur.

either way, the clown steps out of his costume in stocking feet towards the dark figure awash in the combined glow of a luminous moon and flickering green candlelight. his hands reach mihawk first, testing the swordsman's resolve to let buggy have his spotlight by smoothing both palms up his inner thighs, heading straight for the bulge of his cock. buggy sinks to his knees right as the course changes, his reverent touch tracing a bare and muscular stomach, a naked chest, the warm expanse of broad shoulders - and buggy's lean form follows behind, nestled between mihawk's legs while climbing his body like a snake.

he's ever so attentive now, with his audience in mind. every inch of ground he acquires is seared into his skin by the scrape of mihawk's bulging cock down his chest, digging into his belly. buggy swallows the moan from it, his fingers spreading over mihawk's shoulders, his mouth pressed - experimentally - to taut abdominal muscle, then maybe another one, a little higher. mihawk's last chance, so to speak, to tell buggy not to touch without explicit permission... or to put a little bit more control in his hands.]

...just how obvious was it, that I haven't stopped thinking about your beautiful cock?

[crosspurpose]

[ The thing is Mihawk doesn't exactly know what Buggy's role in his life is either. He isn't sure of his own place anymore, not really. This partnership in the Cross Guild is wholly unprecedented for him. He is making this up as they go along, and the fact that he looks like he's secure is such a testament to his years of having to stand up against whole pirate crews that would jump at the slightest show of weakness to devour his lone, little ship.

He is an artist, and while he holds his art above all others, he can respect good craftsmanship in general, at least these days. Who doesn't love watching someone do what they're good at?

Buggy looks liquid melting down at his feet and surging up between his thighs, an acrobat who proves he has attuned to his body before popping any parts of it off to fulfill his purposes. Mihawk's breath draws into his chest in time to Buggy riding up it. There's a low hum that comes from that long drag over his clothed cock, those watchful eyes blinking for an equally lengthy second as sensation washes over him. Those abdominal muscles responsively flex, giving a good surface for a lip print or two. His hands drop to frame the younger man's waist, moves to pull him up just that little bit more to encourage him to take his place in Hawk Eyes' lap, this time facing him.

The only thing Mihawk will stop is a kiss to his lips, either tilting his head aside or putting up a hand. Buggy can put his hands or mouth on anything else. The question receives a little exhale. ]

I had no idea.

[ He's honest. It's not the sort of thing he often thinks about when business is happening. He compartmentalizes things a lot better than his peers, that much he knows, which is only verified to him now.

Mihawk's own hands move as if to hike Buggy's undershirt up, only the fabric ends up splitting right down the middle from the belly up. ]

Damn.

[ He does not actually sound sorry. ]

[youshidiots]

[as a matter of fact, true kissing is one thing that buggy will avoid doing without being told; it doesn't factor into his performance at all, if mihawk might notice that sort of thing. that doesn't make the path of his lips any less thorough, or greedy. when he's prompted back into the older man's lap, he's quick to take the opening, straddling him with knees bent on the wooden seat, and he demonstrates his appreciation by raking short fingernails down that sculpted chest.

the answer he gets genuinely isn't one he's expecting, and for a second buggy can't decide if that's insulting or, given the context, fucking hilarious. maybe it's self preservation that tips him swiftly towards the latter, or maybe just the precise timing of mihawk tearing his functionally useless shirt into rags. laughter bubbles up in his throat, a brief fit of mad giggles, but in case mihawk gets the wrong idea, buggy quickly drops one hand between them to the front of the older man's trousers.]

Okay, okay, take it easy... I'm just asking.

[zero fucks given about the shirt. it was at the end of its life, and buggy got his answer. this is an important glimpse into who mihawk really is, after all, no matter how much of a bruise it leaves on his ego. one thing at a time.

buggy's hand opens up those dark trousers, then slips in and immediately closes around mihawk's cock, drawing it free in the limited space between their bodies. one fingertip rolls gently around the head, collecting precome from the slit.]

I did, though. I thought about it a lot.

[then he sits back on mihawk's thighs and shrugs off the ruined shirt, though one hand stays dedicated to fondling the pulsing hot shaft. with the other, buggy tugs down the elastic waistband of his underwear until his own dick bobs free - and then further, until he can tuck it behind his balls, putting him on vulgar display. it makes for a much better visual when he tilts his hips forward again, lining both of them up against each other and then grinding sinuously forward with a low, gasping moan.]

Imagine if we celebrated every victory like this.

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[ Dracule does notice the avoidance of trying to truly kiss him; it's a relief that it seems like something he doesn't need to worry about, one less thing he needs to say 'no' to, even subtly. Perhaps contrary to belief, he doesn't like throwing up barriers. He has them, of course, he just would rather not have to present them if it's altogether avoidable. Sex is more fun if the restrictions come from something more calculated than personal.

The nails raking down his chest clears his mind for a little shiver of sensation, makes him arch ever so subtly. The former warlord does not take any offense to Buggy laughing; he doesn't see anything to be ashamed of on his end. The shirt stays ruined by his hands, and he was even prepared to listen to the man complaining about it, but there isn't so much as a whine. It's tissue paper to them both. It's something that needed to be gone, because it's useless. Now Buggy has no choice but to buy a new, and presumably better undershirt. Also, it was in the way of Mihawk ducking his head down and kissing his way across the wing of a collar bone, scraping his teeth over where the skin is most thin.

There is a moan that pulls his mouth briefly away, gets his head tilting to the side to let one eye peer up at Buggy from the younger man's chest. Mihawk's hips roll up for him, grinding his arousal against the other man's, drooling for that teasing touch in a way the man himself won't. ]

I'd rather our victories escalate... [ He punctuates this by thrusting up against Buggy's cock with his own, by dropping a hand to help squeeze them both together. ] Don't you?

[ Now he gives in, rolling one of those rosy nipples between his teeth, flicking his tongue over it at the same time. ]

[youshidiots]

[top-notch audience participation, and buggy is delighted with how much freedom he has to touch mihawk right now. mihawk is always quick to cut him down to size when he gets too mouthy, so buggy had mostly expected that getting handsy would inspire the same or worse, but it seems he's done the swordsman a disservice by assuming. not that the clown regrets his caution. getting sliced up with his dick out would be a tough humiliation to shake off.

the scrape of teeth makes him shiver, and it travels over his skin down to make his hips twitch in mihawk's lap, like he's desperate to move. the slick on his fingers is spread between their cocks to smooth the glide, just in time for mihawk to thrust into it, solid and searing hot. buggy gasps, and then it becomes a high, sharp moan when that molten hot mouth captures his nipple, sending a heavy throb of pleasure through him that mihawk will be able to feel in the tight circle of his fingers.]

Ahh -- yeah. Yeah, I really fucking do.

[his head rolls back, and then he starts to grind his hips again, just as sinuous and slow as before, but now with his cock sliding wet against mihawk's. and this time buggy can sink his fingers into the older man's shoulders for leverage, with a pleading groan that's even more shameless.]

But I told you... I'm impatient.

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[ Well, Buggy was invited in with orgasms in mind. Things would be very different if he had tried to cop a feel of Mihawk any other time. ]

You never said that.

[ Hawk Eyes points out, but by god is it obvious that the younger man is impatient. He's so eager, it's almost endearing. The older man sits back once more, evidently none too bothered by the fingers sinking into his shoulder, tongue flickering out briefly to wet his lower lip. His hips stop, but his hand continues to work over them, squeezing that throbbing cock. The slick side of it all is absolutely sinful.
]

Don't tell me you're about to come already... Or do you mean you're impatient for me to fuck you?

[youshidiots]

You know what I mean!

[said, snailed - that is exactly the kind of pedantic shit that shanks would point out just to rile him up, the effectiveness of which is evidenced by how indignant he sounds about it now. he straightens up again, flushed and bright-eyed and demanding, still rippling in mihawk's lap like a steady wave against rock-solid shore.]

I mean I want you to fuck me. I want you to split me in half with that big dick of yours instead of a knife for once. I want us both to know exactly how fuckin' good that feels.

[big difference between buggy groveling and buggy secure; if he knows mihawk won't hurt him for saying so, he's gonna fucking say it and see if it gets him anywhere. he sinks forward like he's melting, putting an arch in his back as he drapes himself over the swordsman's chest, trapping their cocks between their bellies and grinding into it. his arms drape around the older man's neck, and a big red nose nudges into the curve of his jaw, followed by parted lips and the scrape of teeth.]

Admit it... you're a little bit curious, aren'tcha?

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[ Mihawk is fully capable of being annoying all by himself... But there could be some crossover. He definitely finds the prospect of riling Buggy up to be an amusing one at the moment. How unfortunate for him that he's let the clown close enough to rile him up too. There's an unmistakable shiver that presses the older man back into the chair and the circumference of Buggy's arms as teeth scrape the crisp edge of his beard and throat. Yes, he is curious.

He turns his head towards the other man, yellow eyes narrowed and his voice a tinge huskier with his arousal. Despite himself, the dirty talk is doing it for him. ]

What a mouth you have on you... Open it.

[ He lifts his free hand, making to hook two of his fingers past the painted lips. ]

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[good god, the tremor of pure lust that goes through him then; he opens his mouth the second he's told, taking the fingers in with an eager roll of his tongue that well mimics some things he did to the older man's cock the last time. mihawk's gaze is far too intense to withstand for long, but buggy gives it his best shot, his own eyes blown dark with arousal before he has to close them with a whimper.

to make up for the weakness, he draws out the roll of his hips to make it longer,
dragging his cock and balls and the stretched waistband of his underwear against mihawk all the way to the weeping tip. the painted lips seal just shy of the last knuckle just long enough to make sure both are slick and wet before his mouth falls open again.]

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[ With Buggy's eyes shut, he doesn't get to see Mihawk's expression as that long, indulgent drag wrenches the first honest moan of the night out of him. It certainly has helped the case to have that tongue curling against his fingers, taking him back to that time in his tent. ]

Good boy.

[ He teases the younger man when that mouth falls open and he extricates his freshly lubed fingers, though it's a bit breathier than Mihawk might have liked. He lets go of their erections in order to take hold of that waistband, making to shove the bottoms down so that they're now clinging to the tops of Buggy's thighs.

Sparing no time to let any of that saliva dry, Mihawk makes to hook those prepared fingers inside of the other man. It might have been considered rough on some, going straight to two without a pause, but he's sure Buggy has had worse with someone like Croc to contend with; he might have even grown to like some of that roughness out of sheer survival. The fact Buggy seems to think Mihawk's dick is going in him this time around agrees with that as well.

He doesn't really wait for the performer to adjust either, though he does give the grace of starting off at a slower pace, long fingers rubbing, searching. The countdown has begun to Buggy realizing the fucking he's going to be getting tonight is not exactly the one he wants. ]

You have a fantastic body, I'll give you that. What a shame you insist on hiding it all underneath a glorified tarp.

me at my own tag 2 hours later: 🤬

[youshidiots]

[buggy is almost deliriously optimistic at the moment and just shy of purring like a cat. mihawk's lucky that good boy is answered with a moan instead of a thank you, daddy - and so is buggy, who would be pissed if he'd taken a risk like that and didn't get the dicking he wanted in exchange. either way, he'll soak up a lot of indulgence before realizing it.

being opened by two fingers at once puts a sharp edge on his shameless moan. mihawk is right to guess that the clown emperor has been learning to lean in to these things, to release resistance. but the initial ache is nearly unbearable, a hot moment of pleasure-pain that makes his thighs quiver, muscle tensing, until he melts again under mihawk's hand, panting.]

Maybe I should go shirtless under a big, fancy coat...

[he resumes rocking his hips, finding rhythm between those seeking fingers and the mouthwatering combination of solid muscle and a searing hot cock. the arch in his back, a little twist here and there, help mihawk find just the right spot--]

Oh - no, fuck, go back - again, do that again--

forget to hit the 'post comment' button?

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[ That would have been the wrong swing for Buggy to take - at least so far as monikers went - if he didn't want to be scoffed at on top of not getting dicked down. Instead, Mihawk observes with interest the way that the other man struggles, then adapts to what he's been given. It's fair to say he's probably soaking up these responses as much as Buggy is the attention.

He rolls his eyes at the comeback, his decision not to answer it mainly hinging on the distraction of the grinding they're doing. It's a lovely little arch that Buggy has in his spine - it almost perfectly fits Mihawk's arm around him, now stifling the motions by trapping Buggy against him again, though this time chest to chest. ]

Here?

[ Indulgently, Mihawk rubs at that little spot, now a target that he's certain he'll be able to hit again and again. The thing is if Buggy tries to rock back on those fingers to get more, the older man will just move his forearm to try and deny him the leverage Buggy needs to really get the stimulation he wants. ]

Like this?

[ A crooking of Mihawk's fingers provides just enough sensation to keep the clown strung on the line, but not enough to get him off, at least not yet. Truth be told, he can't withhold his own gratification for very much longer, but like any sort of competition or power struggle, he just needs to do better than his opponent. He's finding out pretty quickly whether or not it's fun to torment Buggy... ]

no just left a bad line break 😔

[youshidiots]

[buggy absolutely hates to be teased, in any form, but his reactivity makes him a prime target for it. he's all action, no thought, although the omnipresent influence of crocodile and mihawk has been reining in those impulses incrementally, over time. of course, then they build up and manifest as shit like this: ass up, pants down just down the beach from his crew. his sharper moans might even reach their ears, if the wind changes. hopefully there's no one in that direction left standing.

when mihawk zeroes in on that spot, buggy's whole body shudders and rides into it, and he lets out a keening whine, trying immediately to press for more only to feel mihawk's fingers ease back every time. he's finally starting to get that sinking feeling - although it's hard to pay it much mind when mihawk keeps toying with his prostate too much and not nearly enough.]

Yes, yes, right - right there--

[he squirms against the older man's hold, but he's only trying to work his hands down - detached if he must - to mihawk's chest, raking spread fingers over the bare muscle, slipping inside the ruffle of his shirt to roll one nipple beneath a fingernail. the more he trembles, the tighter he tucks his head into the curve of mihawk's shoulder, every moaning, panting gasp either gusting over the swordsman's collarbone or muffled into his skin. if buggy was coherent, he'd be admiring his own handiwork, the red lipstick kisses like rose petals left behind him.

oh well. between the fingers inside him and the precome-slick slide of their cocks together, his priorities are now inescapably elsewhere. this isn't how he wanted to come, but the longer it lasts, the less he's going to care.]

...c'mon, c'mon... give it to me, I want it, I want it so fucking bad...

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[ Even if his dick is ostensibly out, Mihawk doesn't feel the least bit exposed with Buggy essentially covering him in that effort to grind them into oblivion. He's alert and watchful, but it's becoming more and more difficult to actually pay attention to what his eyes are seeing. Unless someone is using a spyglass or has some other cloaking ability, it's unlikely they'll be snuck up on, but even if they are, it's barely Hawk Eyes' problem if someone sees him fingerbanging the emperor's bare ass. Still, the older man tilts his head to encourage the clown to go and muffle himself against him while he lacks a free hand to do so.

Speaking of free hands. Mihawk did not anticipate Buggy detaching his own just to have more mobility for playing with his chest; that's what's called a pro-gamer move actually admirable. One heel of the swordsman's boots loudly hits the deck, and both he and Buggy rise free from the seat briefly with the surprised buck that little maneuver produces. The attempt to strangle the resulting cry of sensation that wants to come out of him from all that stimulation makes that prim accent of his all the more smoky when he chooses to speak a stabilizing breath or so later. ]

What do you want, Buggy? [ Mihawk knows damn well what he wants, though he offers a suggestion anyway: ] Would you like to come on my chest? Is that it?

[ While he speeds up the motions inside of the other man, he's no longer rubbing right up against that prostate like he was, instead maddeningly brushing somewhere at an angle alongside it. He tilts his head, simultaneously speaking against the other man's ear and trapping him in the crook of Mihawk's shoulder. He keeps his volume low, a murmur to suggest a level of control and see if it will also quiet Buggy some or if it's going to be all loud all night. ]

Ask me for it. I want to know that you understand who's giving it to you.

[youshidiots]

[that sudden crest of movement from the hard body beneath him feels so fucking good that he tightens against mihawk all over, greedy and squirming - but a moment later that husky voice at his ear brings him to shivering stillness. the fucking god yes is nearly out of his mouth before he catches it, open mouth pressed to mihawk's chest; funny how well his big red nose fits into the dip of a clavicle. just strange buggy things.

those relentless fingers are making it impossible to catch his breath. even shy of the sweet spot, mihawk is fingering him like he already knows his emperor's insides better than the emperor himself does, and buggy is aching - his threshold for teasing is notoriously low, after all. it's especially disorienting at a time when buggy needs to think straight. doesn't he have to advocate for himself here? why can't he have everything he wants all the time?

then again, something is definitely better than nothing. and when mihawk brought his voice low like that, buggy had caught the implicit directive immediately, or at least his body caught it for him, his panting gasps now rising no higher than a whimper.]

...I wanna come on your chest, with your cock inside me.

[one last breathless attempt to be a brat, but he's already half-reined in. even his hips have stopped moving, angling more to take the fingers deeper instead. buggy's shameless hands still massage mihawk's chest, and his fingers catch the same nipple, twisting until it pebbles.]

I wanna come. [bottom line here. mihawk said he wouldn't hurt him, and he's pretty sure blue balls would kill him, so that must count.] Mihawk, please... please, make me come, please, make me fucking come.

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[ Mihawk is doing his damndest not to think about how Buggy could be tightening like this around his cock instead of his fingers. Of course, the clown isn't helping with that at all, dragging an irritated groan of longing out of the older man. It would hurt them both, but there's no doubting it'd be a good place to finish...

The thing is he already made a decision about how this ends for Buggy when he had more blood in his brain. Experience has told him to stick to that sort of planning as opposed to giving in to temptations like these. If you'd told him a month ago he'd consider Buggy, of all pirates, a temptation, Hawk Eyes would have laughed; then he probably would have killed whatever soothsayer clearly didn't value their life enough to keep their mouth shut. Nevertheless, here he is, arching underneath the bastard's hands as he has his torso toyed with, giving serious thought to actually fucking at some point.

Maybe it's just been so long since the last time he had a man in his lap or his bed that he's getting desperate. But listening to Buggy begging for release in those soft, broken little whines sure is sweet. Mihawk finds he much prefers it to the wailing coward groveling for his life.

He's practically purring about it. ]

Very good.

[ And with that, his fingers gain even more speed inside of Buggy, arching and twisting up against that prostate while burying themselves up to the last knuckle. It shouldn't be a surprise that the swordmaster is dexterous and good at putting his wrist to work without tiring it out. All the while, Mihawk's arms tighten around the younger man, both to keep him from struggling away when he probably loses some control over his body thanks to the stimulation and also to muffle whatever sounds are to be produced. He'll wait until he feels the other tightening up to what seems like a limit before speaking again. ]

Come.

[ The command comes with Mihawk tightening his abdomen and grinding against the other's trapped cock. Simultaneously, he curls his fingers directly over that sweet spot, giving a beckoning sort of gesture that knuckles down into it over and over to try and milk the orgasm right out of its owner. ]

[youshidiots]

[too bad for buggy that he's slipped past the point of appreciating the effect he's having on mihawk, but only because he's becoming borderline senseless thanks to the effect mihawk is having on him. he's tuned right in to the sound of the older man's voice, however, feeling it rumbling in his chest when he tells buggy he did good. it makes him dig his fingers in wherever they are, clawing for a better grip on the only solid thing he's aware of before those fingers catch up--]

Ahh-hh, fuck--

[the strength of mihawk's arm around him keeps buggy from writhing off his chest, but it's the fingers inside him that punch the air out of his lungs in time to stop that moan of relief from climbing too high. he tries to ride into it at first, but it quickly becomes more than he can take, until he's clinging to mihawk and humping his lap because the fingers ruthlessly targeting the most sensitive spot inside him demand it. he's quiet because mihawk wants him quiet, but not silent at all; every twist of those demonic fingers draws another panting whine out of him, pressed tighter and tighter into the dark shadow under the swordsman's chin.

it's not the railing he was hoping for, but good god he'll fucking take it. no surprise that the world's greatest swordsman is incredibly good with his hands.]

Mihawk...!

[hard to say if it's the command or the hard pulse between his legs that does it. buggy comes, helpless, shooting high on mihawk's stomach and bucking hard into the mess, a distinctly pornographic sound muffled by one detached fist. he quakes in the older man's arms with increasingly wanton gasps of intense pleasure, digging his knuckles against his teeth until mihawk lets him come down.]

[crosspurpose]

[ Since Buggy isn't noticing how much he's affecting Mihawk, he probably also won't notice that the older man's chest has become a bit tougher to dig his nails into as Hawk Eyes sends armament haki to course over his skin. He's not walking away from this with clown claw marks on his bare chest, thank you. No one else needs to know what they get up to, which is also why he's trying to keep Buggy quiet. Sure, a bunch of drunk pirates could feasibly believe the beach is haunted if they catch howling on the wind, but it's not worth risking. Besides, it also means this little breakdown is all for him.

It is incredibly erotic, hearing his name like that and how Buggy comes apart while Mihawk forcibly holds him together. He notes the disembodied hand, the heightening cries muffled into it even as the warm feeling of cum ceases to lance up his belly. He knows that just like he made Buggy beg him for release, he could keep going and make him beg Mihawk for mercy from the same sort of pleasure. It's tempting. He ends up splitting the difference and continues to rub against that prostate a second or so longer after it seems like he's gotten everything out of the younger man. Only then does he relent.

He's so turned on right now there's a fine tremor in his arm as he withdraws his fingers from Buggy, giving his brat a moment to catch his breath while he wipes them off on the other man's shorts. His own breath comes out in audible pants that have nothing to do with exertion and everything to do with trying to stabilize himself. It's a wonder he hasn't gotten off yet, but he won't be leaving that the case for much longer.

His hand now comes up to cup beneath Buggy's chin, turning his face to look up at Mihawk. The amber gaze is dark with his arousal, and for the same reason intense with need. Somehow, he manages to keep his voice that same sort of quiet for the next demand. ]

Now clean me up.