#gift!!!

it was 24"x36" and fyucking huggeee

Kissing him felt like midnight storms and silk shearing blades held poignantly to his throat. The warmth of lips, hungry and devouring, filled his head with sea foam and endless clouds, stealing his breath and leaving him yearning, wanting, needing more. The nip of teeth at his skin sent shivers up and down his spine, arcane fingers carved with ice and molten lead caressing his vertebrae and veins, weaving his entirety into a tapestry of devotion the likes of which he could never explain.

Kissing Buggy was like death and birth in one singular heartbeat.

Shanks would be the first to admit that he was enamored by Buggy - enthralled, bewitched, obsessed, yes, yes, yes - but he never felt more secure, more grounded, more free than in the moments he felt calloused sea salted skin beneath his lips and tongue and teeth. Buggy was benediction, was damnation, and he was the altar at which Shanks would kneel forevermore.

That sentiment held true even as - especially as - tentative fangs cut the skin of his neck, carefully nursed by tongue and lip before piercing into his veins.

Buggy was a warm weight on top of him, a riotous mane of blue curls flowing over one side like a waterfall, a canopy to enshroud their love from the prying eyes of the universe. Thick thighs bracketed his waist, his hand clutching tightly to the other's bruised hips even as the man atop him rocked down. Shanks tilted his head further with a soft exhale, pressing deeper, deeper, deeper into the warmth above him, around him. His eyes fluttered shut, a pleased sigh as he felt Buggy shiver, felt the other's whimper as he pressed down harder, as he drank his fill, calloused hands clutching desperately at Shanks's shoulder, his chest, his hair, scrambling between the filling warmth of feeding and the inferno of their other activity.

Shanks grinned warmly, tilting his head further, fondly shifting his chin to rub affectionately at the other's ear. The high whine he received was music to him, fueling the mischief as he shifted his hold, held tight, and yanked the other down, disrupting their rhythm.

Buggy choked, head springing back with an arc of scarlet around his mouth, twinkling in the moonlight as he cried out sharply, tears beading in his brilliant eyes like diamonds around a pale sapphire, like a band of promise, like a vow in his very being.

Shanks surged up, bucking his hips once more, and he sagged as arms and legs shifted, clinging around him, nails biting his flesh as bloodied lips parted with sounds of absolution and temptation dripping like honeyed poison from his teeth and tongue.