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onepieceyaoi100Title: Irresistible
Rating: R
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Shanks/Mihawk
Topic: Just say no
What should’ve been a short visit informing him the kid was finally at sea had turned into raucous celebration.
Against his better judgement, Mihawk joined Shanks for a drink. Of course, his old sparring-partner never did anything reserved: one drink became many.
Later, they retired to the Captain’s tent for privacy. Relaxed against Shanks’ makeshift-bed, Mihawk’s eyes drifted closed. He knew Shanks wouldn’t let him leave until morning so he ought to be comfortable.
A warm body lay against his side. Unconcerned, the Swordsmaster rested his arm around him. It was only when clumsy hands began pawing his shirt that he became attentive.
Shanks quickly opened the buttons and removed his trousers. Before he could speak, Shanks had closed his mouth around his cock. The redhead’s tongue expertly curled and flicked, before sinking downwards until his nose was buried in Mihawk’s dark curls.
Dragging up, teasingly slow, the Swordsmaster’s body twitched as saliva cooled against warm skin. Shanks continued; Mihawk finally reacted. Tugging red hair he growled,
“Shanks.”
The redhead released his cock. With a chuckle, he slid up Mihawk’s body, pausing to lick his bellybutton and kiss his chest, before resting on his elbow beside Mihawk.
“You need to relax,” Shanks slurred.
Mihawk sighed softly. Why did he have to get so - affectionate - when he was drunk?
Shanks kissed him. Thin lips resisted briefly, before responding. Mihawk broke away first, appearing more relaxed.
Shanks laughed, sliding back down to finish. Mihawk initially remained reserved, but eventually succumbed to Shanks’ expertise.
Releasing a throaty moan, his legs spread wantonly. Reaching down he tangled his hand in Shanks’ hair, this time to guide, not obstruct.
As he surrendered to pleasure, he wondered vaguely why he could never just say no to Shanks, before it was blown from his mind.
Just found this community, so hi to everyone. Hope you enjoy.
Rating: R
Word Count: 300
Pairing: Shanks/Mihawk
Topic: Just say no
What should’ve been a short visit informing him the kid was finally at sea had turned into raucous celebration.
Against his better judgement, Mihawk joined Shanks for a drink. Of course, his old sparring-partner never did anything reserved: one drink became many.
Later, they retired to the Captain’s tent for privacy. Relaxed against Shanks’ makeshift-bed, Mihawk’s eyes drifted closed. He knew Shanks wouldn’t let him leave until morning so he ought to be comfortable.
A warm body lay against his side. Unconcerned, the Swordsmaster rested his arm around him. It was only when clumsy hands began pawing his shirt that he became attentive.
Shanks quickly opened the buttons and removed his trousers. Before he could speak, Shanks had closed his mouth around his cock. The redhead’s tongue expertly curled and flicked, before sinking downwards until his nose was buried in Mihawk’s dark curls.
Dragging up, teasingly slow, the Swordsmaster’s body twitched as saliva cooled against warm skin. Shanks continued; Mihawk finally reacted. Tugging red hair he growled,
“Shanks.”
The redhead released his cock. With a chuckle, he slid up Mihawk’s body, pausing to lick his bellybutton and kiss his chest, before resting on his elbow beside Mihawk.
“You need to relax,” Shanks slurred.
Mihawk sighed softly. Why did he have to get so - affectionate - when he was drunk?
Shanks kissed him. Thin lips resisted briefly, before responding. Mihawk broke away first, appearing more relaxed.
Shanks laughed, sliding back down to finish. Mihawk initially remained reserved, but eventually succumbed to Shanks’ expertise.
Releasing a throaty moan, his legs spread wantonly. Reaching down he tangled his hand in Shanks’ hair, this time to guide, not obstruct.
As he surrendered to pleasure, he wondered vaguely why he could never just say no to Shanks, before it was blown from his mind.
Just found this community, so hi to everyone. Hope you enjoy.
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