theflashyfool | IC inbox @ Golden Peacock

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. ]

Well, I suppose it would be quite valuable.

[Buggy chuckles as he switches to the other thigh, balancing the point of the blade carefully.]

Probably not something one could pay for, not when it's on my skin, though.

[ Shanks still says that with ease and amusement, even while he breathes in sharply to the feel of cold steel on his thigh. If his erection is anything to go by, though, he's enticed by it, by the slight twinge of anxiety that rolls up as the blade moves. ]

[He takes the blade away and waggles it at Shanks like he's scolding him.]

And why in the world would you want to sell it anyway, hm?

[ Shanks shakes his head, gives a light chuckle, and sounds mildly facetious when he responds. ]

You're right. Why would I ever sell it.

I would prefer a more solid memento, though.

Oh?

[Buggy makes a show of leaning forward, eyes staying locked on Shanks' as he flicks his tongue over one of the shallow cuts.]

And what sort of mementos catch the eye of Red-Haired Shanks, anyway?

[ The feel of a rough tongue against cut gets a soft groan from Shanks, his eyes flickering shut for a moment. ]

Anything. As long as it's from you. That globe, for example. [ He really hopes he can take it with him, the snow globe with a beach in it. ]

Really? [He didn't-- think the globe was all that special, really. But it's pleasing to know it is -- and that the idiot hasn't lost it yet.

He smiles a little bit, pausing to nuzzle at Shanks' thigh for a moment, his free hand trailing up and over the other one.]

I'll find you something flashy. [He hums.] Maybe something to keep on you.

[A necklace or something? He's not sure. But he follows up all the sap with a playful nip along Shanks' skin.]

That way, you'll never forget about me!

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