I Missed you

No one ever knew

Shanks steps towards Buggy, grabs his hips and pulls him closer for a kiss.

The redhead's lips are tender yet pressing, and Buggy wastes no time in returning the favor. He's hooked on Shanks's taste and feel against his mouth, and idly wonders what the rest of his skin tastes like.

The younger man feels hands making their way beneath his vest, warming his back and sides through his shirt, and realizes at that very moment that the redhead wears way too many clothes. And so does he.

Buggy breaks the kiss after a playful bite at Shanks's lower lip, breathing shallowly, and starts removing the other's vest.

Shanks chuckles at the motion but doesn't resist. "You in a hurry ?"

"I've been waiting long enough", Buggy deadpans.

Shanks blushes at the eagerness in his friend's tone and decides to bury his embarrassment in the crook of Buggy's neck, kissing and biting along the shell of his ear. All the while he swiftly removes Buggy's vest, sliding it along his arms and dropping it carelessly on the floor.

Buggy whimpers at a harder bite than before and grips the redhead's shirt almost hard enough to tear through it. He feels the smile against his neck when the next words are spoken, warm breath tingling his skin.

"I like when you moan."

Buggy feels hot and too confined in his pants all of a sudden. Praise kink, long time no see. It doesn't help when Shanks keeps on teasing his neck and his ear, even daring to suck at his collarbone as he pulls his collar down with the tips of his fingers. Buggy runs one of his hands through Shanks's hair in an attempt to ground himself but lets a low groan escape his lips.

Shanks looks up, straightening himself up and sporting his trademark lopsided smile, and holds his head just close enough so his breath tangles with Buggy's as he speaks. "I really like your moans. And I'm gonna get more of those."

Another wave of lust coursing through his body, Buggy's going to lose it if they don't do something, and fast. "Say... where's your bedroom ?"

The accountant chuckles and points to a door at the end of a small corridor, "Over there. I'll hang up our vests in the closet, you wait for me there ?"

Buggy hungrily looks at his friend and smirks, "Don't take too long." With that he walks towards the designated door. As he enters the room he discovers a huge bed framed by a wooden bedhead and an assorted night table, the bed seems comfy so he doesn't waste time in letting go of his shoes and socks by the desk, and sprawling himself face first on the mattress, appreciating the feeling of fresh bed sheets. Just a few seconds after the hears the tell-tale clicking of a closing door.

A husky voice speaks behind him, "I see you've made yourself comfortable."

Buggy turns his head around to see a smirking Shanks, hands on his hips – just enough tension to strain the fabric of his shirt at the shoulders and pecs, and that's oh so hot – and looking awfully pleased by the view. Well, Buggy's kind of showing his ass right now so that shouldn't be surprising. He still wants to maintain a semblance of dignity and decides to turn around fully, arranging the pillow behind him to rest his neck and head properly as he watches Shanks walking towards the bed. "Could be better", he invitingly says.

Shanks crawls above Buggy and straddles him, carding a hand through blue hair as he approaches his face from his friend's. And he doesn't break eye contact as he asks, "What about now ?"

Very conscious of every single point of contact between him and the redhead, Buggy has trouble not just giving in to the urge of kissing Shanks. He answers, breathlessly, "Not bad."