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[ 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!]

[ As he doesn't protest, Shanks moves forward, candle over Buggy's thigh. Slowly, he tilts the candle so steaming hot wax drips onto his bare skin, and he grins, waiting to see how Buggy takes to this. ]

[There's no reason to protest! Buggy has, likely, done even stupider things in the bedroom honestly. But at least Shanks actually cares about him.

There's a gasp as the wax makes contact, Buggy shifting in the restraints on instinct. He bites at his lower lip then, meeting Shanks' eyes. The burn doesn't last for too long, but it's enough to send a jolt through him, to have his cock twitching and muscles tighten briefly.]

[ They both have done stupider and more dangerous things, it's true, some together. And the gasps Buggy give makes Shanks grin. He watches Buggy's cock, and trails the candle further up Buggy's thigh, little drops making a slow pattern up his skin. ]

[It's not as all-consuming as some other things he's done -- not able to get him out of his head as quick as a rough impact on repeat, or a hand tight around his throat, but it's enough to have his focus narrowed to the red head grinning up at him. There's another hiss at the burn, followed by a deep moan.]

Red Hair-- [There's no real follow up to that, other than the nickname just fell from his lips, followed by another sharp intake of breath, a restless shift of his body.]

[ Shanks can't quite lean over Buggy the way he would like, since he doesn't have another arm top prop himself up with, but he does clean closer to Buggy's face as he keeps trailing the stinging hot wax. ]

You do seem to be liking it, at least, Buggy.

[ He grins. ]

[There's a huff at that. Really?! Although it's hard to really contest it when he's as hard as he is right now.]

I suppose you're not doing so bad...

[He relents with a grin, maybe just prodding to see what Shanks will do next in response.]

[ If Buggy did argue, Shanks would just keep grinning as he is now, every bit of him saying, Really, right back. ]

In that case.... [ Shanks trails off as the wax trails higher on Buggy's thigh, over his hip. ]

Ah--

[Buggy draws in a breath, arching his back a bit under the attention, biting his lip.]

You actually have experience with this?

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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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