[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. ]
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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. ]