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[ 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. ]

[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.

[ 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. ]

Edited 2023-12-24 07:36 (UTC)

[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.

[ 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?

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?

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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.

[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--

[ 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... ]

[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...

[ 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.

[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.

[ 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. ]

[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.]

[ 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.

Edited 2023-12-27 06:30 (UTC)

[he'd only just started to worry that mihawk might not actually let him come down when he was finally allowed to do so, and when mihawk's fingers slide out of him, buggy goes fully limp against his chest with a whimper. when mihawk tilts him up by the chin, the green eyes that meet molten gold are glazed and unfocused, like he's not actually seeing mihawk at all, when in fact he's not seeing anything else. it takes him a second to even acknowledge that he heard the order, but then he nods, unthinkingly catching his lip between his teeth.

it would be a tall fucking order to climb out of mihawk's lap right now with any sort of coordination or dignity, so buggy opts for an efficient but mildly grotesque workaround. he simply goes in pieces: feet first, shins, thighs, then hips, reforming on his knees between mihawk's spread legs, still tingling. the rest of buggy's body glides down easily to make him whole, rubbing some of his own come off on himself, and the second his mouth is low enough he licks the streaks from rippled muscle, more eager than thorough because he knows where his priorities are.

at least he gets to show mihawk's dick a nice time before the night is over, even if it isn't exactly the way he wanted.

still faintly trembling from stimulation, buggy takes mihawk's cock into his mouth without teasing, without performance, just a ragged gasp because it's so searing hot against his tongue. it's unbelievable to him that mihawk can be this hard and still composed enough to have buggy service him, but it makes the clown even more eager to provide it. doesn't matter that his bones are liquid - he tucks his arms over the older man's thighs and bobs his warm mouth to lick and suck the shaft clean, with low hums of pleasure.]

[ It's honestly one of the most lurid things he has ever seen, and of course Mihawk has seen just about everything a blade can do to the human body. He has never seen one riffle-shuffle itself like a pack of fucking cards, but that is exactly what he thinks of seeing Buggy relocate between his thighs - some magician's close-up "magic" trick. He's spellbound, and at this point too horny to possibly be dissuaded.

Feeling and seeing the warmth of that tongue laving up the semen on his belly is just as sinful as he thought it'd be. Ah, yes. This is one of the reasons why he fucks pirates - most of them aren't afraid to get filthy and perform acts he personally wouldn't. ]

Perfect...

[ It's as if the other man read his mind. He does not even realize he has said it out loud. Mihawk is too busy seeing what he fantasized play out, the lack of much recovery time after orgasm keeping the clown pliant and eager to please. One hand laces its fingers into that thick, cotton candy hair, shaping over the back of Buggy's skull. The other hand comes up to try and clasp over his own mouth, though not fast enough to completely catch the moan that melts out of him. It doesn't take longer than a few more of those contented bobs before Mihawk's hand is tightening in Buggy's hair to keep him in place while the swordmaster finally comes, breath falling out of the cage of his fingers in shuddery relief.

Buggy might not have gotten exactly what he wanted, but Mihawk sure did. Evidently it was his show after all. ]

[surely nothing has ever sounded as good as that perfect, judging by the ripple of tingling pleasure that goes through the clown emperor to hear it. buggy purrs when that hand slides into his hair, satisfying one of his own recurring fantasies in the process, and when it tightens he immediately lets his jaw go slack so he can take as much as the other man wants to give. although his hands do slip a little higher to feel the muscular abdomen go taut when mihawk comes down his throat for the second time.

it's the moan for him. he would really like to hear mihawk moan like that again.

buggy swallows it all, and makes sure to suck him clean. if mihawk holds him in place longer than that, he'll take it, but as soon as he can release the man's cock from his mouth, he'll slump between his legs, panting for breath. the slightest breeze makes his flushed skin quiver and he's sort of seeing double at the moment, but one thing is important to note:]

...you are really fucking hot.

Edited 2023-12-27 23:09 (UTC)

[ When his cock finally stops pulsing inside the younger man and the stupendous force of his orgasm turns him loose, Mihawk himself slumps to the side in his throne, caught by the elbow of the hand covering his mouth. He can't help a shiver from that final suck over his sensitive skin, and doesn't protest Buggy letting him go even if that hand stays in his hair, fingers relaxed enough to give implicit permission to do so.

For a moment, it seems the only sounds are the attempt to settle their breathing and the steady waft of it from the sea lapping the shore. When Buggy breaks the silence, Mihawk gives a low, humming note; he knows. His eyes blink slowly, smug as a cat on the sill after a meal. The fingers in Buggy's hair shift over his scalp, giving it silently praising little strokes as if the clown is the pet; to be fair, he has spent a significant time now in Mihawk's lap. ]

Mm. I believe that was your best performance yet. Hand me that rag, will you?

[ He means the leftover tatters of Buggy's undershirt. It had been one of the options he thought of when he'd given the command to clean him up - he's glad Buggy either hadn't considered it all or had decided against using it at the time. Now, though, he'll finish the job the tongue bath didn't quite get. ]

[the fingers in his hair are already melting him further over mihawk's lap, practically purring all over again, admiring the sheen over mihawk's skin in the strange light and absolutely basking in the positive attention. he's running one hand rather drunkenly over the curve of a pale hipbone when mihawk prompts him for the rag, and for a second it's clear in the way buggy looks at him that he has no idea what he's talking about. then--]

Oh. You mean my favorite shirt ever, that you ruined.

[repeat: he does not give a fuck about that shirt; it died for a worthy cause. buggy sends a hand groping across the deck to find it, not wanting to turn away from the erotic tableau of mihawk lounging like a panther with red lipstick all over his chest and stomach and cock. the moon, the candles, the shifting sea - it almost feels like some kind of ritual has taken place. very gothic, incredibly sexy. oh yeah, the critics love this one.

buggy nudges the shirt/rag into mihawk's hand, nuzzling his cheek against the older man's thigh like he's making himself comfortable. he is, but not for very long.]

Will you think about it?

[ For whatever reason, Mihawk tolerates what seems like a reverent touch over his skin. He puffs a breath, unrepentant. ]

It looked as if it were the only shirt you ever had. You can afford a new one.

[ Mihawk reluctantly lifts his head from his hand to accept the cloth, beginning to wipe off what he can see of the incriminating red lip prints at the top of his torso and working his way down. He'll have to do a more thorough job later, but this will do; the panther lazily grooming his coat clean. Ritual or not, they were definitely out here doing something unholy together.

As Buggy sets his cheek against his thigh, the older man brushes a few stray strands of blue from his face. Absently, his thumb finds the blue brow to trace, wondering if this too is makeup or if Buggy actually dyed the hairs. ]

Think about what?

Edited 2023-12-28 02:54 (UTC)

[he considers insisting that mihawk replace it, but decides not to push his luck without the swordsman having a better sense of humor. buggy wouldn't let anyone shy of his shadow rulers tear his clothes off of him without pitching a fit; with mihawk or crocodile, it's simply an acceptable loss on the road to greater riches. he's determined to get the hang of this cross guild thing, one way or the other.

an eyebrow lifts slowly under the light touch; the color, like many of his other distinguishing features, is real. buggy grins.]

About celebrating like this more often.

[about fucking me would have been the more direct answer, but buggy deliberately doesn't say it. he can't help wondering if mihawk actually would think about that if he didn't mention it, after tonight - and he refuses to beg twice without a good reason. not even when mihawk is lightly brushing the hair out of his face, making his skin tingle.

before the rag cleans too low, the clown tucks the swordsman's cock, still ringed with lipstick, back into his pants and closes them up.]

You know how to have a good time, Hawk Eyes.

[ Sense of humor or not, Mihawk did tear it. He had actually considered offering to replace it before rather stubbornly deciding it was a favor to rip it in the first place. Buggy might have been able to convince him.

But it seems those green eyes are set on a bigger prize. Mihawk's yellow pair narrow a bit at that grin, shrewd. Before he can answer, he's swallowing it with a surprised little grunt and sitting straighter in his seat as the clown proceeds to tuck him away, apparently still a little sensitive. The clown is lucky he didn't just get swatted with the cum rag.

Settling back in the next moment with a sigh, he draws both arms back to settle on those of the throne, considering the little emperor at his feet with a cock of his head. ]

I'm open to more being earned in the future. I think it's possible we can do better than even this victory.

[ But Mihawk feels this about just about everything he involves himself in. There is a reason he stands above others. God, it's good to have a project again... ]

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me at my own tag 2 hours later: 🤬

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no just left a bad line break 😔

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