𝓒𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 ~ 𝓪 𝓑𝓾𝓰𝓰𝔂 𝔁 𝓕𝓮𝓶 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓷 𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

𝓢𝓲𝔁𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷; 𝓞𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰

**A/N**

Just a friendly 🌶️  warning 😳 And I apologize if this chapter seems super slow-paced. I was just trying to give plenty of insight into what's going on in Buggy's shambolic mind, but admittedly even I got lost at times, going off on rambling tangents, but I've written so much I couldn't bring myself to delete it and start over! O.o

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*Buggy's POV*

Funny how a deserted island in the utopia of the tropical east blue didn't always sound how one would expect it to sound. Buggy had always imagined a desert island to be quiet, peaceful, relaxing even.

So far there'd been no relaxing, which he wasn't too sad about. Obviously. But the silence was....well, there was no silence. The night air was filled with so many sounds. And as he lay flat on his back; staring up at the blanket of stars as if he'd seen God, he was noticing more and more by the second.

Leaves and brush rustled ever so slightly in the much-welcomed breeze. Panting. There was lots of panting. Cicadas chirping annoyingly in nearby undergrowth. He wasn't accustomed to those kinds of irritations. The trunk of the palm tree behind them creaked. Or perhaps his bones, as he shifted slightly - after all, he wasn't accustomed to such physical exertion either.

The creaking sound at least went some way to calming Buggy's turbulent pulse; although it made him homesick for his ship. The wood of the ship always creaked in such a way that it soothed him into slumber each night.

What would help him drift off tonight, he wondered? Certainly not the way-too chirpy cicadas, that was for sure. Or perhaps Amby's soft gasps of air, melding with the raspier sound of his own fast, heaving breaths?

Highly unlikely.

Also, he couldn't help noticing how long it was taking for his breathing to regulate itself,

Shit. Was he really that out of shape?

On further rumination, he and Amby had banged hard and fast, and for a long while. At least an hour anyways, which was quite the feat considering the vigorous pace he had set.

His abs and quads were aching from all the amorous activities; grieving him as he wasn't exactly getting any younger. Plus it had been a while - hence why he'd collapsed like a puppet that had its strings cut; satisfied and spent.

Not that he was complaining. Oh hell no. Given a few minutes recovery time and he'd easily be good to go again.

No. No. Stop that!

Beside him, Amby lay in similar condition. Her hair was tousled, much like his own, and the fresh sheen of sweat that coated her bare skin gleamed enticingly in the moonlight.

Oh yeah. A quick glance down reaffirmed she was most definitely fully naked, a delicious fact he hadn't fully appreciated whilst relieving her of her clothes earlier. Quickly, he averted his eyes from her naked body; because although he'd initially been eager to rid her of the inconvenience of clothing - and she'd enthusiastically helped him strip out of his too - now, allowing himself to give her his full appraisal, he realized he was at risk of growing hard all over again if he looked at her too long.

And they'd already fucked twice. There was no need for a third round. The second time, he'd forced her onto all fours with the same feigned dominance that had previously made her quiver for him. Misguidedly, he had thought that if he couldn't see her divine expression, or the way her doe eyes became glassy when he made her cum, then he'd be immune to her potent charms.