#cebafterdark

At some point Hyou asks if they can see his face and Kakashi agrees, breathless and heavy lidded just the way they remember it. How easily his pale skin flushes is definitely something they've come to appreciate over the time they've been with one another - Hyou runs their thumb across part of the scar that mars his cheek, kisses his beauty mark, then takes their time marking up Kakashi's neck and collarbone as much as they like.

Not like anyone else would be able to see with his mask on all the time, but maybe some part animal of them that Hyou neglects to acknowledge in polite company likes it in this regard.

If Kakashi had his way they'd stay like this for hours, getting pruny and even more pent up in some kind of erotic homosexual soup until they're well and truly fit to burst, but the ninja catch their breath after they both finish; Kakashi between their stomachs in the bath that now runs lukewarm and Hyou buried deep inside him.

Hyou laments that they'd have to wash up again and how this was supposed to be their their evening to relax, but now all they want to do is have dinner and sleep. Kakashi plies them with apologetic kisses, basking in their warmth, and says that doesn't sound like too bad of an idea.

But maybe after a little longer in the bath, since they hadn't had their turn yet, after all.

His kisses were a plea, fingers intertwined while they kept him warm alongside the little glances they'd catch from Kakashi when they looked back. The greedy bastard at least had the decency to ask for permission. Hyou anticipated this from the second Kakashi started getting cuddly again—tipped off by the way he'd bury his face into the crook of their neck and clung to them with a familiar want—and despite the fact that they'd both just finished, they felt him already start to perk up once more against the heat of their thigh.

So really there's little need for complaint when Kakashi takes them doggy style over the edge of the tub, bothering the neighbors or whatever shinobi was patrolling their area with raspy moans, whines, and each other's names wrapped in so much affection you'd think it would be suffocating.

Up until this point, Zoro's always been on top - figuratively and literally with how he rode his previous partners into the sunset - so letting you in with these current new arrangements was a different ordeal entirely

Handing the reigns over and learning to relax, without being the one in control, wasn't easy, but you made sure to repay him handsomely every chance you got with delicate, loving touches and words of praise whispered into his ears

He's surprisingly obedient, and oh so sweet, making the most beautiful sounds you've ever heard from another man as you slowly, carefully, open him up, kiss the scars underneath his pecs and trace the diagonal one across his torso with your tongue

He's desperate, silently begging for you to fully take him already, but Zoro promised not to whine so he bites his tongue like the well-trained beast he is

His reward? Hours of being able to let out as much of his voice as he wants until Zoro's throat is raw or the hotel manager bangs on the door for "the loud one" to quiet down, saccharine sips of sake and kisses in the long moments of aftercare between,

And inevitably being playfully side-eyed by Robin, Franky, and Brook when the two of you stumble back to the Sunny at the crack of dawn, one of your arms around Zoro's sleepy (and a little wobbly) figure no doubt intending to pass out again for another few hours, and the other holding bags of goodies for your mossy boyfriend - most of them alcoholic in content

Sanji

It's a constant fight for Sanji to get used to this, grappling with the need to spoil you and cater to your every whim- and his general feelings of wanting to be swallowed by the earth when you give him a look and say that you're supposed to be spoiling him instead

Blackleg Sanji, someone who's similarly been depraved of affection like his mossy green counterpart, unsurprisingly finds himself bursting at the seams to serve you, the light and love of his life, someone with the angelic kindness to smile upon and choose him of all people to be your sub

You don't question how eager he is to throw himself at your feet "in the presence of a man as dashingly handsome" as you, his words, but you do find it incredibly cute when he melts just a little bit at your quiet affection

It's meant to be purely physical, a pretty stranger who visited your house for the duration of the Strawhats' stay on this island (you'd approached him with your proposition and according to Nwami-swan they'd be stuck here for a few months because of this that and the other, so what the hell, right?)

He wasn't a complete noob, Sanji could figure out what to do and what went where generally, but he was still wholly new to this and near entirely reliant on your guidance - he'd heard of people doing things like this behind closed doors and discussed it with the ladies on Momoiro sure, but actually engaging in it? A completely different story

A glutton for punishment, Nami stares with intent at the rope burns on hairy arms when Sanji rolls his sleeves up to prepare dinner and Usopp pointedly avoids prolonged eye-contact with Sanji if he can help it, Zoro only fixes him with a big ol' Cheshire grin as he's kicked out of the kitchen for trying to smuggle more booze and pointing out certain marks under his collar

Sanji does, however, get a bit squirmy in the aftercare if your touch is a tad too soft, a bit too kind with your words, pad him down with a damp hand towel with just too much tenderness - as if a loving embrace was alien to him or like he felt it wasn't deserved

Sanji always hurried out on these nights, coming back to the ship in a tizz a little out of sorts and praying that no one was there to see him agonizing his commitment allergy over the railing, but on any other occasion he'd stay to make a light snack for the both of you to eat in comfortable silence

On the Strawhats' very last night docked at this island, Sanji made you a beautiful meal and spent the night bending, twisting to your every whim, breaking the news at dinner so you knew this would be your last chance - he was obedient and giving as ever, not once complaining and even encouraged the hand prints on his hips

At dawn he leaves you with breakfast in bed and robbed of a heart, knowing that he was the one (pirate) that got away

Ace

Spoiled and proud of it - Ace is a bratty sub who loves nothing more than to whittle down his lover's very last nerve, reaping the fruits of his hard work when he's bent over that man's desk and hollowed out for hours

He walks with a waddle the next morning but is no less proud of himself every damn time

He can and WILL drain 👏 your 👏 pockets 👏👏👏 - you're paying for breakfast, lunch, and dinner - and whatever cute little lace outfit you (he) think he'll look cute in later

Ace fancies himself a (promiscuous) little jackrabbit and he definitely lives up to that title, it takes a lot to wear him out and god he'll make you work for it, too

He's down to clown in most places that isn't outright in the public eye but he's been known to skirt boundaries with a little persuasion and the need to tease - his favorite by far is the underside of your desk while someone else is on the other side droning on about whatever

Ace lives to tease and he yearns for the punishment from riling you up all day, degradation and being mean isn't frowned upon (in some cases he's waiting for it) but don't go too far or you'll actually hurt his feelings - all that fire has to come from a heart, of course

He's loud and shamelessly proud, even if the place is risqué, even if the neighbors across the street have full view of the curtainless window he's enticed you to fuck him in front of, the neighbors can talk all the shit they want but it doesn't bother him none

He'll sing your praises to the high heavens through punishment or reward, apologies or howls of affection, Ace wants nothing more than for you to know how good you make him feel, mark up your back and have you leave hickeys on his neck in return so everyone knows he belongs to you and you alone

He blows up your pager with messages all day to come to the ship and plow his pussy already, hangs around your work place and shows little flame hearts at you outside the window despite the amount of times you've nagged that he's being a fire hazard, snuggles in your lap on your lunch break that always ends up going 5-10 minutes over the limit - you got an earful from your boss the one time it went over an hour, watching Ace sneakily leaving out the back door and blowing a kiss at you like the little rat (affectionate) he was

C = Cum 

More often than he'd like to admit, the animal instincts that come with the phoenix fruit seep into the forefront of his mind; usually when he's still got enough sense to get ahold of himself, but tangled in the sheets with his lover? Nah

Marco needs to bury his seed inside of them, he needs to breed them, to claim every single part of them until that irrational part of his mind is sated and the fire in his loins calm - his partner lays debauched and marked all over, Marco enjoys the sight of white spilling onto the sheets between their trembling legs

And when he's cuddled up with his lover in the tender aftercare? Marco gets a little whack for his shamelessness and the both of them thank god for the existence of contraceptives

J = Jack Off 

He's a chronic workaholic, plus with a crew as rowdy and busy as Pops' Marco rarely gets the time to quieten his thoughts, let alone relax - one of the ways he does manage alleviate stress, however, is through masturbation

It's not ideal, if it was up to Marco he'd be relieving any built up tension in the arms of a loving partner, but partners aren't always willing or available so jerking off works in a pinch - he does it often, someone give this poor man a raise

M = Motivation 

Surprisingly (or maybe not), preening and tending to his wings, or his back in general - obviously it's not the only way to get his motor running, but given that it's someone that Marco implicitly trusts, he's willing to loosen up a bit and let his lover care for him

Feeling their hands against his back, massaging sore muscles that'd grown taut, tickling their hands with his phoenix fire, and maybe just letting out a moan or two to let them know that he's... feeling something

U = Unfair 

As much of it as he can get away with

Marco's got a fairly cheeky streak, but he likes to pretend like he's none the wiser - he'll admit that it's a little amusing to see his partner get all red in the face and flustered from light teasing throughout the day or flushed with the big O he keeps dangling just barely out of their reach, but only after he's had his fun

W = Wild Card 

Possibly a continuation from "unfair", but I just think it'd be cute if Marco had slight fixation on his partner's ears from time to time - coming up behind them with a little nibble and watching them fluster, cuddling in bed with them and giving their ear a small kiss between quiet, private talks, biting their ear from behind in moments of heated passion

Kakashi isn't bothered whether Hyou's on their cycle or not - he obviously doesn't want to be an active nuisance to them while they're in pain and irritable but if they're down he's happy to oblige

Kakashi goes down on them like a champ

The blood doesn't get to him, he's seen worse things drenched in red, and considering Hyou gets some pain relief from the endorphins, it's a win-win scenario (in his mind)

Though Hyou doesn't really like doing it in the bedroom for cleanup and sanitary purposes, if their cramps are really bad Kakashi will put down a heating pad for them to lay on and fuck them from behind

And if Hyou's well enough to stand, they'll do it in the bathroom - sometimes under, hot water sometimes not - with a towel for their knees, they'll switch up positions on occasion but whatever they end up going with is usually close to the floor to avoid slipping

Neither have quite lived down having to call Genma over to the bathroom where Kakashi twisted his ankle; they were snickered at, teased, and chewed out, but that still beat probably having to deal with the same from strangers by dragging themselves still damp and flustered to the nearest hospital

Kakashi's typically the one to clean up despite Hyou's protesting, especially if they're the one to ask, it takes two to tango, etc, but he just bundles them up in something warm to take a nap on the couch while he gets to work

When he's done, he'll curl up around them and they spend the evening cuddling, maybe Kakashi even breaks out the big guns and cooks something for the both of them while Hyou stays bundled up with a fresh heating pad

Genma's not as keen as Kakashi, he has to work up to it, but the satisfaction typically outweighs any kneejerk distaste after the first time, he's more likely to agree if its in the bathroom rather than anywhere else in the house, though

Plus he'd never turn down a challenge to please his partner, especially not when Kakashi's as smug about it as he is - Genma's fully capable of getting down to it despite the blood, not like he's a stranger to that during sex with Hyou either, but dammit if Kakashi doesn't piss him off

Call him squeamish? Fine, he'll make sure it's the best damn cycle fuck of Hyou's life

By the time Genma notices he's been had, the third member of their polycule is already long gone on a mission and Genma's halfway through scrubbing the floors and walls of his bathroom

While Hyou's on contraception all year round, they switch to a stronger variety specifically made for members of the Inuzuka clan and people with higher fertility every few months when their heat cycle starts back up

Hyou occasionally takes hormones suppressants for their ruts if they know they'll be away on a mission for a while, but the side effects leave them hornier and less in control after they've finished the amount prescribed to them - they have to finish these suppressants, much like antibiotics, or their effect will weaken over time

The week that they're back home after one of these missions is... active, as far as Hyou is concerned, along with whichever partner was available and not needed out on the field

They were once desperate enough to ask Raidou for help when neither Genma or Kakashi were in the village, and as much as they got along normally, knowing that each other biblically is still a line either are yet to comfortably cross without Genma there to ease the transition

Being topless with the guys on the Tang's deck, whacking each other on the ass with freshly laundered towels is one thing, but being intimate with his partner in a private room is another entirely

Still, you're patient with him, you don't react poorly when he gets overwhelmed at the protective layers of clothes hitting the floor, you allow him space, and eventually, maybe even agonizingly slowly, he lets you in - starting with a held pinky while Penguin catches his breath with his shirt off, his nerves getting the best of him after getting a little more handsy than usual that day

When the dam finally breaks, when he's comfortable showing himself to you in his entirety, you're surprised at how ravenous Penguin actually is - he's insatiable, betraying the composure he carries himself with throughout the day

In the bedroom, against the wall, in the communal bathroom and over the Tang's railing when everyone's asleep, hell, even in an alleyway once when the both of you had time to kill on a random island while everyone else was getting wasted, he can't keep his hands off you

Penguin loves watching you eat him out, one hand in your hair while the other shakily props himself up, but what he loves more is the view he gets when you're sucking him off

The Grand Line is.... an anomaly, neither you or Pen are here to dispute that - weird as it is, however, it's often resourceful once you can get past the initial recoil; all that to say—Penguin got his hands on seeds that, once "planted" between his vulva, allowed him to temporarily grow a fully functioning phallus

By god, Pen loves the way you look bouncing on it

He digs his nails into your waist, laps up the sweat on your skin, his grip is hard enough to bruise but you're no better, egging him on to take you after you've done such good work prepping his cock, prepping yourself for him

And really how could he say no after all that

Shachi

The MOST live in your hoodies mf to ever; he's clingy, he's affectionate, he mock-whines if you've been apart from him for too long like a pup with separation anxiety

To some degree you both know it's an act he puts on to vie for your attention, but there's also a real part of him that worries if he lets his hold on you slip a little too much, you'll disappear

I like to think Shachi's part fishman too, so there's a quiet part of him that worries his partner would leave if they found out, or couldn't handle the treatment you'd get by proxy of being so close to a fishman, even if he wasn't full-blooded - yet every day you find ways to reassure him that'll never happen

In return, he'll climb to the top of the Tang's mast to yell about how much he loves you and how perfect you are, he's a little obnoxious in the Maes Hughes "look at my adorable family" kind of way but you can forgive the mild embarrassment when he flashes his award-winning smile full of razor-sharp chompers

Shachi takes incredible pride in being the one who takes care of the Heart Pirates' hair, his little summer job on Swallow Island for the few years that he spent as a stylist really did turn into a passion for him, even if his occupation on paper is "pirate", but hey, who's keeping track anyways?

Despite his enthusiasm about most everything else, he's incredibly delicate with you initially, constantly checking in to see if you're alright, making sure boundaries aren't crossed, confirming that you are, in fact, enjoying yourself like the big shell-conchus dweeb he is, Shachi just wants to make sure you're alright

Not that he doesn't still check up on you now, he absolutely does, but now with a decent amount of shared time between you two, he's a lot less jumpy about things, more confident in his stride - or rather stroke, I should say

He's loud, peppers you in kisses all over, hell if other people can hear, Shachi needs you to know that he adores every part of you - it does result in an addition of both of your chores (takes two to tango), so whenever the sub drops anchor the both of you try to sneak off to a love hotel given the option of free roam at least once if possible

Shachi answers to you completely, he marks you up at your command and eases whenever you show the slightest discomfort; still, when you do manage to convince him to let loose, he definitely takes the phrase leaving his mark literally - with those exact teeth

He laps at the wounds he leaves as he makes love to you, smearing crimson and words of praise against your body like hymns of devotion, pulling you impossibly close and sharing your taste when you pull him in for a kiss, still trying to hold back that animal desire

The aftercare is just as tender, just as sweet, but maybe a little awkward the first time around when he has to explain to Law why he's sneaking medical supplies away while you sit in the middle of blood stained sheets like you're the victim of a murder

And a bonus for me since writing this had me thinking about it-

I know Law goes down on their man like a champ; inexperienced initially? Yes, but they learn quickly and spite from being teased is a good motivator as any, plus, pleasing their partner, of course

Kirin's got his dick out? Not a problem, they're making him beg for it, the E, As, and T on their fingers might not see the light for hours, not until they're satisfied with edging Kirin until he cries

Paulie

Paulie talks a lot of shit about how much he ‘pulls’ for someone who hasn’t had sex before - well, until now at least

He’d strut all the way up to the bedroom, holding your hand like the strong comforting boyfriend he is, talking about his mad stroke game but the moment that he’s in the moment with you, and more importantly sees how adorable you are, all of that goes out the window

Paulie’s head fills with cotton floss and, sure, he’s painfully hard but the man is at a complete loss for what to do, awestruck at your expressions in the moment or the way you breathlessly whisper his name

He kind of just, freezes up, he has to roll over onto his back to cool down a little before his head explodes before he stumbles over his words trying to explain that none of this is your fault but-- gosh, your adorableness is somehow overwhelming but he’s so happy to be your man

From there the two of you would awkwardly fumble to get back to where you were, giggling and ribbing at each other the whole time between shy but feverish kisses, calming his frantic hands with yours rubbing up Paulie’s arms, shoulders and neck while you ride him

He’s much more comfortable with you in control of the pace, less room for him to fuck up, hands on your hips, singing your praises to the highest heavens - the only downside to all of this unbridled devotion is that Paulie’s a little bit of a quickshot for this first time experience

The bright side is that at least you two were being safe, Paulie’s more than willing to make up for it with head afterwards to apologize for his embarrassment, and, a puppy can be trained ♡

Kaku

He’s sweet, but Kaku, first and foremost - is a tease

Kaku’s glad that you’re as cute as you are and fluster so easily, it takes the edge off his own nerves and worries about you seeing that he’s maybe not in his best element yet

He’d shower you with compliments, tracing a burning a trail up your body with gloved fingers, and then without - he does everything in his power to make sure you feel good, playing it cool so you don’t notice just how affected he is by your charms (intentional or not)

He’d take you from behind, in large part so you wouldn’t have a good view of his face, however awkward that makes maneuvering kisses because of his nose, but also because he’d have wonderfully easy access to your body and to whisper teases, praise, obscenities into your ear

No one ever said that Kaku was particularly fair

The cat gets out of the bag eventually, though, and Kaku caves to your honey-sweet pleas to let you see him, your hands frantic to touch his body in the same way he’d done to you, mewls begging him to kiss you properly where you could face him

He’s red all the way up to his ears, grunting and panting as he fills his thoughts with nothing but you and how adorable you are underneath him, filling you with every hungry, deep stroke

Kaku gets so, very loud when you rake your nails down his back, a secret glutton for punishment, he’s moaning for you dig them in harder, to mark his body up as yours - his pace definitely picks up to match

Y = Yearning

What Penguin would like it to be, is below average - what it actually is, is a bit higher than that much to his dismay

He's not keen on bothering his partner to help out with that (partly out of embarrassment and partly because he's a grown man and ought to take care of his own urges himself), so Penguin sequesters himself in his room when he knows no one else would be about and takes care of it with a battery powered rabbit

Shachi

M = Motivation

Combing their fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp, hell any sort of affection with their hands near his head in general is greatly appreciated, but it also gets him a little bothered depending on the time of day

Shachi doesn't expect his partner to reciprocate if they're the one on the receiving end, but he does ask one night if they'd be alright with pulling his hair - god is he loud when they do

Y = Yearning

His libido is about average most of the year except for the summer, where he gets clingy and affectionate and needy (more than usual lol) as his hormones tell him that mating season is rolling around