theflashyfool | IC inbox @ Golden Peacock

Buggy.... [ Shanks' tone sounds mildly amused, but there's a slither of confusion in it, too. ]

What does any of that have to do with me walking around naked?

[ He does still get himself laid out on the bed, then grins. He only has one arm to restrain, after all. ]

[He grits his teeth for a moment before rolling his eyes. He's not about to explain why wandering around a skeevy hotel with drugs at every turn naked is a bad idea to an idiot red head.

Instead, he just goes to pick out the restraints and tie him up.]

How about we play the quiet game while I handle this, huh?

[ Shanks hasn't had any issues, so far, so he remains unconcerned. ]

[ He gives a soft sound from his throat at just the feel of the restraints around his limbs. Then he frowns, playfully. ]

That's not a fun game, though. [ There are, always, gags. ]

And people say I never shut up!

[Honestly, Shanks. He gives a warning look.]

If you don't be quiet willingly, I'm getting a gag.

[ Shanks chuckles right back to Buggy's look. ] Funny, I don't have that problem.

I mean, if you want, I have no objections.

[He rolls his eyes at Shanks, working on making sure the restraints he's using are snug and secure.]

Depends on if you'll be quiet and let me work! It's my birthday, so you should be gracious, Shanks!

[ Shanks is careful, but does test the restraints, just to make certain they can't come undone too easily, so he can squirm and move around without concern. Besides, he likes the way the rope seems to tighten when he flexes his wrist, the feel of the rope moving against his skin. ]

Is that your birthday wish, Buggy? For me to be quiet?

My birthday wish is to fuck all night until both of us can barely move.

[He looks up pointedly at Shanks.]

So you better keep your promise, Red.

[ For a moment, Shanks just grins at Buggy. Then he rubs part of the bed with his heel. ]

I think that's an easy promise to keep.

Oh?

[And maybe just to be obnoxious -- he's the birthday clown after all! -- he sits back and grins... and reaches down to give a little poke to the tip of Shanks' nose.]

And you have to say something nice to me!

[Make the clown feel pretty, Shanks!]

[ And Shanks has to chuckle again, as he looks to the side. Then his eyes flicker back to Buggy's. ]

In what way, Buggy? You should define that, unless you want to me hear me say your eyes are a beautiful shade of blue. [ He smirks, but the words are sincere. ]

[That gets a bit of a smile out of him though, lips curling up.]

Well, that's a good start. [And he thinks Shanks means it, at least.]

[ Shanks, actually, does mean it. He just wasn't expecting Buggy to be comfortable with something so sappy. When he approves of the compliment, though, Shanks smiles, softly. ]

Very well, then.

They are. They're stunning. I enjoy looking at them.

[... Well, the compliment was fine, but Shanks is getting very sappy now. It gets an eye roll from the clown.]

You don't have to lay it on so thick, you know.

[He shakes his head as he moves to get to his feet.]

I have to grab a few supplies.

[ Shanks laughs to Buggy's words and the eye roll. ]

That's why I told you to define what you wanted to hear. [ Still amused. ]

Not like I can walk off on you. [ Another laugh as Shanks pulls at the restraint around his wrist to display this. Even though, really, he could probably break the restraints, if he really wants. ]

I didn't know you would be so sappy! [But Buggy does look pleased regardless. Maybe he just doesn't know how to take a compliment well -- at least not when it's like that, when it's Shanks being very sincere.

Either way, he gathers up a few items he might want to use and returns to Shanks. There's a grin before he presses the blunt end of a blade he found to his cheek. He'd never actually cut there, but he's careful and he does actually know what he's doing, so--]

You're right. What would be the fun in that, hm? We're just getting started!

[ Amused, Shanks isn't trying to start a fight, but he does repeat himself. ] I did give you a chance to define what you wanted.

[ Shanks moves his head toward, instead of away from the blade, almost like he's daring Buggy to cut him. He's not concerned, not when he realizes it can't, not the side of it Buggy is using, after all. The cool metal against his hot skin feels tantalizing. ]

We are. And I would like to see where this goes.

[He drags the blunt blade down and and down and down...

Until he can turn it to the sharp edge and give the tiniest cut along Shanks' chest. Shallow, just enough to beat up a bit of red that Buggy doesn't hesitate to lean forward and lick up.]

Do you now??

[ The blade travels down, and there's only a small inhale from Shanks at the feel of the blade biting his skin. ]

[ His eyes flicker down to the small bit of red showing, then back to Buggy. He tries to watch Buggy, but his eyes roll up at the feel of Buggy's tongue. They close with pleasure. ]

I do.

[Buggy watches Shanks closely. Every little reaction he gives the inhale, the way his eyes close. It's interesting, certainly.

The blade slips down lower, over a firm stomach, but not hard enough to cut. Yet.]

You know, most people probably wouldn't like to be on this end of my knife...

[ Shanks does look down as the knife travels lower. They can, also, both see his suit tattoo, nice and pale. Barely noticeable. ]

I trust you. [ Shanks says that so easily. ] Besides, you haven't done anything I don't like, yet.

[ Well, today, but Shanks doesn't do there. Not for this conversation. ]

[Buggy's lips purse slightly at the I trust you thing. He probably shouldn't. Buggy isn't a good person.

But he also doesn't have any inclination to betray Shanks right now, or over this. His blade draws a little lower, circling his bellybutton.]

Well, it's a good thing, all things considered. [Buggy is very fond of knives as well, after all.]

[ It's Buggy. They might have had their issues, and areas they don't always agree, but Shanks trust Buggy to never truly harm him. He hasn't yet, after all, and all this time together in the hotel? Buggy has been a pretty great sexual partner, if he's honest. ]

[ Shanks breathes in at the feel of the sharp edge around his stomach, his muscles move in and out as he does. ]

It is. A little danger in these proceedings is part of the thrill, too.

[He doesn't really have any intention of doing that -- at least not physically. Maybe his words can cause damage, maybe he caused damaged that day in the rain, but right now? He's focused on the trail of that blade down over a thigh, digging in enough to draw a thin trail of blood.]

You're lucky I don't just offer autographs freely.

[It's a tease. Mostly.

Buggy would probably look very pretty on Shanks somewhere, but he also wouldn't likely ever do it.]

[ The last thing Shanks wants to think of, then, is that day in the rain, or Buggy's words. Right now, he's just focused on the sting on his skin. His eyes roll back and he makes a soft sigh. It actually takes a while for Buggy's words to register. ]

Oh? Wouldn't I be lucky to get your autograph, though?

[ Shanks is teasing, purposefully, this time, but it feels easy, with Buggy. ]

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