[ Shanks' face flickers between a smile of pleasure, then his mouth forms a soft, small o as his eyes half-way close. His hand tightens in the bind, nails scraping against his palm, while his feet turn. He's tempted, for a second, to lift his legs and wrap them around Buggy to pull him closer, but he leaves them restrained in leather, just because the slightly resistance when he tugs feels nice. ]
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