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[ 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... ]

[worth getting swatted with a cum rag to protect one of his finer artistic pieces to date, but evading consequence is even more exciting. when mihawk sits back, buggy finally does too, rocking back on his knees to pull his boxer-briefs back up his hips, tucking himself away as well. his grin widens.]

You and me both!

[they're gathering momentum, slowly but surely - maybe not even that slowly, considering. buggy can't wait to see how the news reports on the loss of the marine fort; with the cruise ship being taken and released so close by, there's no chance of the story not breaking across the new world. it's excruciating to have to bow and scrape and claw for every single victory, but given the alternative, he's willing to grin and bear it (so to speak).

gloves, costume, hat... accounted for. he'll collect himself shortly, and toss the rag into the bonfire on his way back to his ship.]

I guess we'll see what comes next, won't we?

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