It goes boom

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Even if the particular words weren't exchanged, Buggy did feel that calm rush all the way from his scalp down to his now pain-free toes. He didn't exactly know why, but being petted like this made him feel secure, something he'd never admit out loud. The though of holding the reigns would usually excite him. To know that he was in charge even in bed was usually enough for him to go on. However, this time was different. "I... I want you to kiss me. Hard." The clown tried to be as honest as he could, even though is was pretty hard. "Just do what you want with me. Because..." he swallowed. "You're the only one who can make me... feel like that..."

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He really tried, honestly, to not be too hard on himself. But failure after failure took its toll on him. The thing is that when you only start to notice the things you've failed at, you aren't noticing the things you've won in the process. And right now, one of those things were starting to slowly sink in as the captain burrowed his nose into the crease of the other's neck. Galdino fingers working magic as each fingertip sent shivers down his spine in the very best way, making noises he didn't even know a human could accomplish. Somehow, Buggy was completely certain that if he died this very moment, he would have nothing to regret.  And for once, he didn't argue when 3 gave him his new orders, and happily obliged, moving his hands down to work on his pants.

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He didn't even get a chance to respond, and even if he did, it would probably just be stupid anyway. Buggy's never gotten enough time to fully appreciate the way 3's lips fit so perfectly against his. They were so much softer than his own, who's gone dry and rough from wearing lipstick all the time.   The clown pressed his body against the artists, his arms wrapped around the others neck to deepen the kiss. But then, just as he begin to fully relax, the man withdrew, leaving him unsatisfied.   "I know I'm not the most awful fucker on the grand line." he replied, pounting."But I'm not the best either, I know that, even though I seem arrogant sometimes. I also know that I'll never be the flashiest pirate around either. Sure, I have a crew that'll love and praise me for perhaps a few more years, but even they will be able to see through me after a while." ... "I just don't want to be alone."

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"Well… yes, but not in an intolerable way," he answered. "If anything it’s endearing." He stroked the man’s hair gently with his free hand as he spoke. "Sure, sometimes I wonder why I even joined your crew… but moments like this, and any time we spend alone together really, remind me that there was a reason. You’re the best friend I have, and I think both of us want to take it a bit further than that." He smiled and left a small kiss on the captain’s forehead. "You’re beautiful by the way - next time don’t try to hide yourself. I like looking at beautiful things."

"Beautiful..?" the clown could barely comprehend what he was hearing. Somehow it seemed almost funny, this whole thing, and he couldn't help but grin a little. "You must be joking. I know you're a flashy artist and all, but if you think this is beautiful, you need pair of stronger glasses." And all of a sudden he was grabbing the collar of the man's shirt, chuckling, before his expression changed and the smile disappeared.  "Don't make me laugh 3, I didn't get you into this damn shower for a laugh." he sighed. "So why don't we just ship to the fun bits instead." He looked up, leaning forwards to leave a trail of kissed along the man's left collarbone whist his hands helped the artist to get his shirt off.

The 9th gif/icon in your folder is your muse's reaction to meeting the mun for the first time.

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"hwa- unsURE, NO I'M-" he blurted out, almost hitting himself in the stomach as he quickly withdrew his hand from the other pants. "I'm fine, just-... nothing." This whole situation was messed up to him. He couldn't think straight, Galdino was in his shower and now they were only a few inches away from eachother. What the hell was he doing? He wanted this, didn't he? The whole reason he kept 3 in the bathroom was for something like this. So why was everything suddenly so embarrassing? Sure, he'd gotten quite the liking to the artist, but love? Was that even... possible?  "Oi... Galdino..." he lowered his gaze, staring at the mans collarbones. "Do you think I'm... annoying? Or anything.. really?"

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Galdino rewarded the captain with a hand on his head, ruffling the blue hair gently. For the life of him he couldn’t figure out why the man seemed so reluctant to do this - they’d both been hinting at something like this for ages now and in all honestly Galdino was sure the charade was over at this point and that they both should just give it up and accept their feelings. He himself had already been through the mental questioning that came with said feelings, and though he still had no idea why he’d fall for such a man, he had at least come to terms with the fact that he’d been holding a torch for his new captain for a while. And so of course the only natural thing to do at this point was attempt a real relationship.

Buggy's always been a rather complicated person, and even when he wasn't, his head seemed to make whatever the situation was more complicated than it had to be. And coming to terms with his feelings was one of those things. The clown was well aware of what he felt for his fellow escapee, but just because he knew didn't mean he had to accept it. Or rather, that he could. See, things such as romantic relationships wasn't a thing he even had the chance to get close to most of the time, being a clown and all. So when a person started to make advances on him, he had quite the hard time to process it.   All these things we're just swirling around his head, so caught up in trying to figure out how the hell he should get a hold of his own feelings, that he didn't even notice how he'd already unbuttoned the last button, with his fingers now resting on the hem of the others pants.

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He thought about doing something in retaliation to the rude comments, but decided against it as that would only stall things even more. This was enough for him until Buggy was done taking off his clothes. Then, he’d do something else, most likely something provocative. But for now he just leaned back so the captain could have access to his shirt and pants.

It wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do for him to just swallow his pride and do what 3's telling him to, even if he kinda wanted to do it. But he was a man of his words, most of the time, so he couldn't back out now anyway. Hesitating for a moment, he finally turned around, making sure the distance between them decreased quickly so the other man's view of his more private parts became as short lived as possible. Giving the other a annoyed glare, he brought his hands up his shirt and started unbuttoning it.

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Finally being able to use this hands again, he rubbed his now free wrists to get rid of the stiffness, making a mental note that if something like this ever happened again, he would make sure be on the other end of it. Not that he expected it to happen again, but who knew. He turned his head to glare at Galdino who he now found leaning against the opposite wall. The clown was just about to ask him whatever the hell he was doing, but it seemed like he got his answer anyway. "You... want me to do whAT?" the clown would have nothing against it, if it wasn't him. 3 was different, and somehow that made the situation ten times for awkward.  "FUCK! .... fine. Just shut the flashy hell up for once." 

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Perhaps he had made the wrong choice after all, but it was to late to do anything about that now anyway. Relaxing his body slightly, he pushed himself off the wall so it was the palms of his hands that was in contact with the tiles instead of his face. Feeling those fingers on his scalp again, he let out another muffled purr, trying to figure out an answer for the next question.  "Shut up about my goddamn feet, it wasn't a plot." he replied. "But if you're going to stay in here, atleast take your damn clothes off."

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The clown let out a sigh of relief as the others hand moved away from his head. Though that moment was short lived as the captain shortly after let out another loud screech as the hand that just left his head now were on his ass instead. Hesitating just a second to yell at the man was just enough time for him to process the words that just left the artist's lips. Buggy didn't even know what to answer, lost in a battle between his own pride and his body's needs. God knows it was long ago he had had the chance to get laid, and last time he slept with someone was a drunken, pity fuck which he barely remembers anyway. But the captain was fairly sure that he had enough things to regret anyway, so this wouldn't make much of a difference. "Just... do whatever the hell you like." he mumbled under his breath, turning his head slightly so the other wouldn't notice the almost crimson color on his cheeks.

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Buggy could barely believe what he was hearing. This whole situation was starting to get even weirder and... dare he say it? Kinda arousing. His naked body was pressed against the wall by a man who's clothes had been thoroughly soaked and was almost see-through. Not to mention that the position he was currently in forced him to press his rear against the other. In all honesty, he had no idea what to do exept for wait and see what the black-haired man would do next, trying to force himself from letting those small little purrs escape his throat when the others nails ran across his scalp.  "Ulterior motives my ass, 3" he groaned. "... and no way I'll admit something like t-that."

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It was first now that he realised what kind of position he was in, and somewhere, in the very back of his mind, something was telling him he wanted to stay there. Shaking his head to get the though away was impossible at this point, so he just pressed his forehead against the now warm tiles instead. Cursing under his breath, he turned to look at the man again. "Shut the hell up, you're the one who wanted to stay!" he muttered. "Why else would you just "offer" to patch up my toes when it was just such a tiny injur-" A shiver shot through his spine when those fingers started playing with his hair. No matter when or how, someone running their fingers though his hair was always something that made him relax in the worst way. Especially now, when there were already some questionable bits here and there. Something sounding almost like a purr escaped his throat, and he immediately cursed himself for not being able to do anything about it.

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"I-... what?" how calm he suddenly became actually surprised him somewhat, but the whole situation was still as messed up as before. "Don't you dare!" The clown tried to turn and writhe around to get free, but his efforts were unfortunately fruitless. To run naked across the ship was something he'd rather avoid, but giving up? No way.  "Get off me you flashy candle humper!" he growled, trying to push the other away with the parts of his body which was still manuverable.

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Buggy barely got a second to react as he soon found himself forcefully pinned against the wall, cursing under his breath as his hands now became unusable. His cheek met the cold tiles of the shower and a shiver ran through his entire body. Being away from the hot water was cold enough. But if this man wanted a war, a war he would get. "Oh I will." he smirked, angling the hand holding the showerhead upwards so the beam would, hopefully, hit Galdino right in the face.