I Missed you

Lovely pt 2

Shanks helps Buggy up and leads him towards one of the last rooms the blue-haired man hasn't visited yet. He opens the door and invites his new boyfriend inside with a smile. "C'mon, let's get cleaned up."

Buggy shortly follows, and admires the room : a big bathtub, a similarly-sized shower, twin sinks and white tiles everywhere with touches of a dark, brownish red here and there. The redhead really has a nice place, and Buggy still feels a pang of jealousy. Yet, he quickly brushes it away at the prospect of a warm shower with the man he's spent so much time dreaming of.

Said man opens the water in the shower and lets it flow for the while it needs to get warm. Then he steps inside and lets it run all over his body, sighing in delight.

Buggy takes in the view of the redhead hand-combing his hair backwards under a steady stream of water, wonders how he's lucky enough to deserve this, shakes his head with a smile – who cares, he's mine now – and joins his boyfriend in the shower. The water's temperature is perfect and he enjoys the feeling of the water running down his body – also, the sight of Shanks doing the same, but that's a detail.

The redhead steps aside from the water stream, cuts it and grabs the soap. Then he faces Buggy, puts a hand on his waist and uses the other to apply soap to the younger man's skin until foam starts to form.

Buggy doesn't say a word, instead enjoying his boyfriend's ministrations, and relaxes into the touch.

Shanks diligently washes Buggy's torso and arms, all the while wearing a soft smile.

The blue-haired man wonders what the other's thinking about.

Then the older man pulls on the other's hip, coaxing him into turning around, and he starts washing Buggy's back.

Buggy can't see Shanks's face anymore and it's a bit frustrating, though he kinda forgets that as soon as the other's hands are all over his back, washing, massaging. He lets out a pleased moan and grabs his ponytail to place his long blue hair in front of him, allowing the redhead better access to his whole back.

Buggy can hear the smirk behind Shanks's words, "Enjoying yourself ?"

"Of course", he hears himself say before his brain catches up with his mouth.

The redhead's hands trail down lower and firmly grab his ass. "I can't say I'm not either..."

Buggy leans into the touch and Shanks's body, appreciating the warmth radiating from the other's skin.

"Shall I keep going ?"

"Hmm. Dunno, I like your hands and I'd like to have them all over me", Buggy says once more before his brain registers.

Shanks has his sexy lopsided smile as he retorts, "Hmm, greedy."

Buggy blushes. "Unless you don't want to, that is."

The redhead embraces Buggy, sighs behind his neck and caresses his torso. Then he trails lower towards Buggy's groin and grabs his renewed erection with both hands, stroking gently but firmly.

Buggy bucks at the contact, moans at the strokes and starts panting.

"You're so hot when you moan."

Buggy feels a familiar feeling coiling in his gut at Shanks's words. Hearing that kind of things really doesn't help concentrating on not making such sounds, but hey, if the redhead is into it... He moans again, a little louder this time – he doesn't really have to force it, with the other's hand doing a wonderful job at making him melt.

Shanks mumbles something Buggy doesn't quite get.

He turns his head around and sees the redhead is blushing furiously. He raises an eyebrow and manages to stutter between pants, "Wh-what was that ?"