[ 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. ]
I think it was hot wax? Not sure I remember entirely either lmao
[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.]
[ 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. ]
I couldn't remember what we were going to do here, so hot wax until I do
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. ]
I think it was hot wax? Not sure I remember entirely either lmao
Though he does try to get an eyeful of whatever Shanks is up to.]
What'd you find, Red Hair?
well, it's hot wax now!
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. ]
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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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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.]
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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.]
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You do seem to be liking it, at least, Buggy.
[ He grins. ]
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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.]
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In that case.... [ Shanks trails off as the wax trails higher on Buggy's thigh, over his hip. ]
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[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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On both ends. [ He starts to trail up higher, careful around Buggy's groin, letting the wax pool a little just under his belly button. ]