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[ 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!

Truly. [ It meant, a lot, to Shanks. It was a thoughtful gift, from Buggy. Two things that make it very special, to him.

[ He breathes in at the feel of Buggy nuzzling against his skin, softer than the stinging line. ]

[ There's a pleased chuckle from him. ] You don't have to, but I would like that.

[ More like, Shanks will never take it off. He closes his eyes to the nip, and Shanks' hand moves in the bond, wrist twisting. It's obvious he wants to reciprocate, but can't. ]

I know I don't have to!

[He moves in a little closer, so his breath brushes over Shanks' cock.]

Which is why you better appreciate it! I don't give up my treasures to just anybody.

[Or at all, really.]

[ His dick twitches when he feels Buggy's breath. Shanks has to clear his throat, and when he speaks, his voice is a bit more husky than usual. There's a lot he appreciates, right now. ]

I will. I appreciate anything you give me. [ Current experience, included, though Shanks doesn't mention that, just emphasizes the word. ]

[That gets Buggy to grin.]

Good boy. [He teases lightly, but fine. He'll give Shanks what he wants. Leaning in, he flicks his tongue over him properly, swirling it around before he closes his lips around his length.]

Getting that kind of praise from you doesn't hold the same weight as coming from our captain or his first mate.

[ There's something infectious in Buggy's smiles, for Shanks. Maybe it's the nostalgia and sentiment attached to their childhood, maybe it's just the fact it's a pretty smile, or just how much Shanks cares for Buggy, but he smiles right back. ]

[ He gives a soft moan at when Buggy takes his dick in his mouth, and, lightly, moves his hips up, careful, for now, but it's clear Shanks is eager to get sucked off. He knows he has to be careful, though, since Buggy still needs a go being tied up. ]

[He pulls back with a pop long enough to say--]

It better not remind you of either one of them, idiot!

[But he can give Shanks what he wants -- definitely. He wraps his hand around the base of his dick as he takes him back into his mouth again, sinking down deeper, tongue lavishing attention on him. There's something appealing at the eagerness Shanks is showing, the clear desire.

It's his birthday and he should get to see how much Shanks wants him after all! Or something like that.]

Of course not. [ Shanks has to laugh. ] Not like that, anyway. [ It's just that he didn't really hear that phrase from many others in his life, so it's an unavoidable connection, in that regard. No more needs to be said about it, though. ]

[ After all, when Buggy's hand is on his dick like that, Shanks can't exactly think of anyone else.

[ His thighs part little, as Shanks lick his lips. He is, indeed, very eager, so much so he moves his hips, as much as he dares, to get a little friction from Buggy's hand. ]

[Buggy's hand tightens just a bit around Shanks when he lifts his hips, his tongue swirling back around the tip of his length, pressing into the slit, wrapping his lips around him to give a suck.

And slowly, he moves his hand to let Shanks have a bit more freedom to move.

[ Shanks' breath hitches, being teased like that, but then Buggy sucks and Shanks' hand pulls at the restraints, carefully. He settles for sinking his nails into his palm. His toes curl and his hips more a little more, pushing, just a little, into Buggy's mouth.

[Oh, he does like the way Shanks reacts to him. There's a pleased hum of noise around sensitive flesh as Buggy slowly sucks him off, taking his sweet time -- maybe he just wants to see how well Shanks' patience holds out.]

[ His hand tightens again, and Shanks fidgets from need. Yeah, forget patience. ]

You can do more, can't you? [ Shanks asks, slight smirk on his lips, but really, he just aches for more friction. ]

Can I do more? Of course I can.

[He laps over the other's cock playfully before grinning up at him.]

Can you ask politely?

[He's maybe enjoying being obnoxious a tad too much...]

[ There's a light, quick, almost moan at the feel of Buggy's tongue teasing him. Then Shanks lifts his head up. ]

[ Maybe it's obnoxious, but Shanks just thinks Buggy is funny. Besides, he can, easily, counter obnoxious with obnoxious. He chuckles. ]

Buggy, please suck me off, proper?

That's better!

[That's why they've always worked -- Shanks finds Buggy funny when no one else does. It's good for the clown's soul, really.

He even complies with the polite request, his effort going all in as he takes Shanks' cock back between his lips, fingers stroking over what he can't comfortably take in.]

[ It helps that Shanks finds most things funny to start with. But Buggy, typically, when they were children brought joy into his life, so part of it is nostalgia, part of it is that Shanks laughs more now than he did as a child. ]

[ He makes a shuddering breath when Buggy's mouth takes Shanks' cock in, more. In the bind, his hand twists, again, to the feel of Buggy's fingers. When he speaks, his words are a bit breathless. ]

Much better.

[That's better, definitely. Buggy looks up, trying to catch a proper look at Shanks as he sucks him off, eager to see how he reacts, how he responds to the pressure, to any movement he does with his tongue.

He does want to see Shanks enjoy himself after all.]

[ 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. ]

[Buggy is enjoying this anyway -- he might complain a little if Shanks tried to drag him in when he's enjoying sucking his dick at his own leisure. Tongue lavishing attention on the hard flesh, cheeks hollowing out around Shanks and seeing how deep he can comfortably go on him. Not too fast, not too slow.

He could be an ass and take it slow, but-- maybe the birthday boy is feeling generous.]

[ Despite that consideration, this still feels tortuously slow. Shanks starts to rock his hips against the table, moving into Buggy's mouth. Part of the appeal, to him, is knowing he bust the binds and use his hand to push Buggy in faster, but he doesn't, fighting against himself. ]

[ Though Shanks would welcome a torturous slow build to ejaculation, what Buggy should consider is, the sooner he's done with Shanks, the sooner Shanks can get to pleasuring him, which is Buggy's right as the birthday boy. ]

[There's a chuckle that gets muffled around Shanks when he moves like that. He does like to see the red head squirm, but-- he does want his gift, as birthday boy, yes.

He increases his pace. The eagerness he sucks him off with? Not entirely for show. He's enjoying himself, enjoying getting Shanks to move and fight against his restraints, in tasting him as he works his tongue over the hard flesh, tasting him.]

[ Buggy's enthusiasm pays off. Shanks' back arches, ass pressed into the table, as he pauses for a moment, head tilted back as he moans. This time, Buggy even earns his name threaded into Shanks' moan. ]

Buggy! [ He comes in that pause, unable to stop himself. Breathing hard, Shanks' body relaxes back against the table. ]

[There's a thrill at hearing his name falling from those lips, a jolt going right through him before he pulls off and swallows.

He grins.]

Good?

[ Seeing as he already came, Shanks breaks the illusion and rips the bind with one pull from his arm, just so he can move his hand to run through Buggy's hair. ]

Better than good.

Isn't it your turn?

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