I Missed you

Lovely

After one too many episodes of the same TV show, Buggy starts yawning.

"You tired ?" Shanks asks.

"Dunno, I think I've just grown tired of the non-existent plot in the series." He stretches and leans into Shanks's form, getting as much warmth as possible from the body beside him... and notices all at once the redhead's erection pressing onto his side. "You are not tired at all", he smiles.

Shanks hums as he positions in a way that his dick doesn't touch Buggy. "You're just so sexy", he says.

Buggy feels hot all of a sudden. Would the redhead be up for another round ?

Kisses on his shoulder and neck come as an answer, followed by a husky "You have such a perfect body..."

Buggy lowly moans at the praise and leans into the touch, not thinking twice about asking "You want it ?"

Shanks has a low chuckle. "Well, since we're here...", he trails out as his hand trails lower down Buggy's torso and towards his happy trail.

The aroused man turns around just enough to feverishly kiss Shanks, and when their lips part in a stolen breath he simply says, "Then take it."

"Shall we move to the bedroom then ?"

"Don't wanna defile your sofa, do you ?" Buggy snickers, but gets up nonetheless and follows the redhead through the apartment.

Shanks sits on his bed and motions to his side.

His younger friend – boyfriend, Buggy keeps reminding himself – sits as well and kisses him eagerly.

The redhead's hands are soon all over him, touching, caressing, groping.

Buggy feels hot and constricted even though he's just wearing his boxers.

Then the same hands trail down lower, towards the hem of his underwear, tugging lightly but waiting for a reaction, for permission maybe.

Buggy lifts his hips just enough to make the other understand he wants the same thing, undressing himself with Shanks's help.

The redhead grabs Buggy's erection, earning a sigh of delight, and starts stroking gently.

The blue-haired man relishes the touch, leans into it, moans at every stronger stimulation and lets his head fall back in pleasure.

Shanks bites his lip, taking in the display of trust, delight and skin, and buries his aroused face in the crook of Buggy's neck, biting and licking his way down his throat.

In mere minutes Buggy's a quivering and moaning mess, shivering over each thrust of the other's hand, almost pleading for more.

Shanks guides him down on the mattress, his other hand still stroking. Then he straddles him, his own erection hanging low and touching Buggy's.

The blue-haired man whimpers and opens one eye at the contact. "Want me to...?", he trails out, his hand already taking Shanks's cock and working out a few experimental strokes.

Shanks arches his back and lets out a long moan.

Buggy raises an eyebrow. "Wait, I have an idea." He grabs them both – barely, his hands are large but still – and starts stroking gently. The contact of the other's heated skin plus the palm of his hand rapidly seems unbearable and he feels the urge to stroke faster, harder.

The redhead's hands fall on his torso, feeling his pecs and abs, caressing his sides, grabbing his hips. All the while he's leaning into Buggy's touch, moaning with every other stroke, calling Buggy's name in between a stream of light curses. "Fuck, Buggy... hah... so good, keep g- oh shit..."

Buggy smirks at Shanks's babbling, he always dreamed of seeing the redhead like this and it's like Christmas on a silver plate. He keeps going, as he feels his orgasm building up, and enjoys the sight of the redhead straddling him, begging him to continue.

Shanks puts his left hand over Buggy's and them both, helping him along each stroke with a slightly harder grip.

Feeling his own release approaching, Buggy pants and moans, barely has the time to warn, "Sh-Shanks... I'm..."

The redhead tightens his grip on them both as Buggy comes, the other's orgasm enough of a trigger for his own.

After a few off-beat strokes Shanks releases them and Buggy's hand, which limps at his side with a contented sigh. "Phew, that was good."

"Yeah." A silence, then, Shanks adds, "We made a mess of ourselves."

Buggy looks down at his torso, full of his release and Shanks's, then up to meet a similarly coated hand – remembering only then that his own should be equally gross. "Ew."

Shanks laughs, "Come on, let's take a shower."

Buggy blinks – another thing he'd dreamed of doing with the redhead but he never had the chance... until now – and silently decides he's the luckiest man on Earth.