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[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?

[Buggy wants to complain about him breaking the bind, but-- it does mean Shanks' fingers are going through his hair. He lets out a sigh, tipping his head into it.]

It is. [He tips his head up, smiling.]

How do you want me?

[Anyway that shanks ties him up, it's not like Buggy can't Chop Chop his way out, but-- that's not the point, is it?]

[ Buggy could complain, Shanks would just laugh and say it's too late to fix it. ]

[ Shanks opens his mouth, then stops and grins. ]

Don't you get to pick your position?

I picked what I wanted you to do to me!

[Which was tie him up!

But fine-- he'll be considerate of Shanks-- one arm issue. He pushes himself up to stand, grinning.]

You did it lying down... how about I do it standing up?

[There's plenty to accommodate that too in this room.]

[ Shanks chuckles, and files that away - Buggy does what he wants to have happen to him, in these cases. Good to know. ]

[ He notices a cross in the room - of course it accommodates for everything - and cants his head to it. ]

Get against that, then, and I'll get you fastened in.

[ The restraints on it are soft and fluffy on the inside, though there are sharper, metal ones, not far from the cross. Shanks isn't interested in using them and changing them out, though. Harder work. It'll be easier to use what's already there, and he's more comfortable with the softer ones, too. ]

[He stretches lazily as he walks over and positions himself. He won't complain about shanks not changing out the restraints, though there's a slight smirk as he tilts his head, watching him.]

Having fun, Red?

[He tests the restraints once they're in place, just wanting to feel the pressure there.]

[ Shanks would appreciate Buggy not complaining about the restraints, considering. He's not ready to clamp Buggy in something that reminds him too much of sea stone. ]

[ He turns to Buggy's question and smiles. ] I've been having fun. It's your turn. You can say if you don't like something, you know?

[ Shanks isn't so into using knives on others, in particular, people already restrained. It's different if it's a sword fight, give and take. So, to start, he cups Buggy's face with his hand, then starts to trail it down his neck. ]

And what, precisely, would you like for your birthday? [ Of course, if Buggy requests the knives, well, Shanks will just have to comply. ]

[At least with Shanks, he knows the red haired idiot wouldn't actually use sea stone on him -- at least not while he's in his right mind. He sighs a little, testing the restraints just to feel the pressure against his wrists.]

Of course. I always let you know when I don't like something, don't I? [Buggy is a world class complainer!] But sometimes getting pushed is fun...

[He'll let Shanks know when he really hates something though.

And frankly, knives just aren't as fun when you can't be cut, when you don't really bleed anymore.

He tips his head back when a hand moves to his neck, giving his most brilliant grin and winking.]

See if you can make it where I can't even think. [An impressive feat for someone who is also a world class overthinker...]

[ Technically, Shanks could make the blade work on a devil fruit user, but he's not terribly interested in that, no. ]

Can't even think, huh? [ Shanks' eyes flicker over to some feather teasers, and grins. That's probably not want Buggy has in mind, not what anyone would have in mind, but Shanks is curious. ]

That's what I said!

[And he's excited to see how Shanks will accomplish it!

He's just... not thinking that Shanks is eyeing the feathers!]

[ Perhaps Shanks isn't always the best for this sort of thing, but it would accomplish exactly what Buggy said. So, he reaches for the feather. ]

[ He takes it, and starts to lead the soft tip the insides of Buggy's thighs. ]

Hey, what--

[Feathers! That gets a surprised laugh as he squirms, trying to arch away at the ticklish touch.]

Sha-anks!

Yes?

[ He asks that like he has no idea why Buggy would be annoyed about this, but he knows damn well. ]

Shanksk!

[Don't play dumb with him! He squirms and laughs despite himself, turning and twisting.]

T-that's not what I me-aaaant! [That's so dirty! Not playing fair at all!]

Oh? [ Shanks stops for a moment, then puts his head and hand down on Buggy's thigh to watch him as he asks for clarification. ]

You have something else in mind, then?

Just not tickling!

[He sticks his tongue out petulantly. Red haired jerk!]

Surely you've got something in that head of yours. Use your imagination!

[ Shanks sticks his tongue out right back, and almost asks if Buggy wants to be hung upside down, but his ankles, then, but he stops. It is, after all, Buggy's birthday, so very well, then.

His smile does curl up more devious, though. ]

Of course, Buggy.

[ He turns with his back to Buggy, hiding what it is he's doing as he lights a small, stout candle, a candle intended exactly for what he's going to do now. Buggy probably hears the lighter ignite, though. ]

[That's right! It is his birthday. So the birthday boy should get what he wants! Even if he's not making it quite easy to guess what it is. But does Buggy ever make anything easy?

Though he does try to get an eyeful of whatever Shanks is up to.]

What'd you find, Red Hair?

[ It would help if Buggy says what it is that he wants, yes, but Shanks can improvise, and just have fun until Buggy makes it more clear, or he just happens on something the clown enjoys. ]

Something I know like. Not sure if you will.

[ That's not an answer, but Shanks turning back with a candle already starting to drip wax on the side of it should explain the scent of warm vanilla in the air. ]

[What's the fun in always saying what he wants? Buggy likes surprises! And clearly, Shanks should be a mind reader!

But right now, Buggy seems curious, just watching Shanks work with a tilt of his head. He's not complaining or saying no, so for Buggy? That must be the best sign to go ahead he'll ever get!]

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I couldn't remember what we were going to do here, so hot wax until I do

I think it was hot wax? Not sure I remember entirely either lmao

well, it's hot wax now!

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