#guggy

“Can’t I sample it from, say, a spoon?” 

“Oh c’mon I know you’ve put worse things in your mouth.” Buggy grinned, wiggling his eyebrows in suggestion. 

Mr.3 flushed but he tried hard to hide it, clearing his throat and adjusting his collar. It seemed he accepted Buggy’s logic because he guided the clown’s hand up to his mouth and wrapped his plush lips around Buggy’s single finger. 

Heat pooled in Buggy’s abdomen at the hot swipe of Galdino’s tongue, at the slight tightening of his lips around his fingertip as he pulled it out of his mouth. 

Buggy watched with bated breath, practically vibrating as Mr.3 savored the frosting, properly tasting it as was requested of him. His eyebrows lifted and he pursed his lips just slightly. Buggy bounced on his heels, knowing that Mr.3’s reaction was good. 

“Well?” He egged, leaning in nearly close enough for their noses to touch. 

Mr.3 let out an annoyed huff and covered Buggy’s eyes as he gently pushed him back into his own personal space. “Not bad.” He remarked, reaching out to dip a finger into Buggy’s frosting bowl, stealing an extra glob for himself. He was about to taste it again when Buggy grabbed his wrist. 

“Not bad!? But you’re going back for seconds!!” He huffed, yanking Mr.3’s arm up so he could lick the frosting from his finger. 

“Hey-” But he took a sharp breath instead of continuing his thought, watching Buggy swallow down his finger to the knuckle. Buggy gave him an impish smile and laved his tongue over the sensitive skin, sucking tight the whole way up until he released his finger with a ‘pop.’ 

Buggy licked his lips. “Damn, that frosting is good! I really outdid myself!” He boasted, holding onto Mr.3’s hand to dip his finger back into the bowl. 

“Now wait a moment, I’m not a utensil!” He tried to pull away but his arm went limp at the sinful swirl of Buggy’s tongue, entranced once more by the sight, the sensation of his partner’s teasing mouth taking in not one, but two fingers. 

His breath hitched, eyes darkening and Buggy felt very pleased with himself for being the cause of Mr.3’s obvious reaction. And he knew he could get a bigger one. Buggy moaned as he sucked on the fingers. It was like he could see Galdino’s heart leap into his throat at the noise. Mr.3 yanked his hand away from Buggy’s mouth, the sound slick and sticky. 

“You’re doing that on purpose!” He accused. Buggy didn’t miss the way he shuffled in his seat, adjusting his pants to accommodate the swell at the front. Mr.3 dipped his hand into the frosting bowl once again and pulled out a thick glob, smearing it over Buggy’s cheek, over his lips, down his chin to his neck. 

Buggy gasped, outraged, ready to grab a fistful of frosting to smash into that bastard’s face but froze as Mr.3 leaned in, licking over the same path he just created with his fingers. Buggy stilled, heart thudding in his chest, goosebumps rose on his skin, the sensation of Galdino’s hot tongue foreign on his cheek, and yet still familiar. He brushed over Buggy’s lips and without a thought he parted them, his own tongue flicking out to meet, tasting sugar and butter and vanilla and Galdino. 

Buggy dropped the bowl of frosting onto the desk and clasped Mr.3’s face between his hands to deepen the kiss. Their tongues slid over each other, slow, savoring, a practiced dance. 

“Gal.” Buggy breathed out, eyes fluttering as Mr.3 licked over his chin, teeth dragging over the skin, catching on his stubble. He licked down to the edge of his collar, sucking at the skin, giving him a necklace of hickies, the skin pink, red, and light blue. 

Buggy hurriedly removed his shirt, tossing off his clothes haphazardly until he was only in his socks. He grabbed a fistful of frosting and smeared it down his chest, over his abdomen, down to his cock. 

Mr.3 huffed, a mixture of amusement and exasperation. He slid off his glasses, folding them neatly and tucked them into a soft case he kept on the desk. He grabbed Buggy’s hands and guided him to sit on the edge. Buggy squirmed, eager to feel more, aching for Galdino’s touch. He picked up where he left off, mouthing at the hollow of Buggy’s throat, lapping over his fuzzy chest, hands squeezing his hips as he sucked one of Buggy’s nipples into his mouth. The heat, the slick of his tongue, had arousal swirling in his abdomen, the sensation spreading wherever Mr.3 dragged his tongue. 

Buggy moaned freely, cupping Mr.3’s head as if he needed the guidance, the encouragement. He didn’t. Really, Buggy did it for his own sake. He had to touch him somehow, had to tether them together. Mr.3’s head bobbed and dipped, sucking kisses along Buggy’s stomach, tongue dipping into his bellybutton. 

Buggy let out a giggling moan, squirming from the tickling of his mouth on his sensitive belly. He gasped and let out another huff of laughter, twitching from the firm press of Galdino’s tongue tracing shapes over his lower abdomen, close to his cock. 

“Hhhnnn- hah- Galdinooo.” Buggy whined, his cock aching, jumping upward at the glancing brush of his lips along his shaft. He could feel him smile at Buggy’s obvious eagerness. He pressed one apologetic kiss to his weeping tip before kneeling down and lifting Buggy’s legs, bending him in half. He trailed sticky pale blue kisses down the back of his thighs, over his round cheeks, then dipped his tongue against his rim. 

Buggy’s hands shot out, clawing at Mr.3’s shoulders. He lapped lazily at his hole, every pass of his tongue searing, making Buggy pant and moan, legs twitching, cock aching, weeping. 

“Oh!” Buggy cried out, that hot tongue spearing him, pushing inside of him, wriggling and slick. His toes curled, muscles jumping under his skin, molten lust surged in his veins. It felt like too much, too intense, but not enough. 

“I-I need-“ Buggy gasped, jaw clenching as a shiver went through him, long tongue sliding in and out, driving him wild. 

Mr.3 pulled away, lips puffy, and pressed a kiss below his knee. “Tell me what you need.” It seemed he already knew the answer because an indolent smirk played across his lips, his fingers teasing Buggy’s rim before the pushed inside. 

Buggy let out a long whine, the feeling of being filled, even just with a finger had him craving more. He felt insatiable, insane with want. 

“Need,” Buggy choked out, swallowing hard, trying not to get distracted by those clever fingers. “Need you!!” He cried, sucking in a sharp breath, “I want you, need you, need you to fill me, please, I need it so bad!” He knew he sounded pathetic, petulant, but it was how he felt. Like if he didn’t get what he wanted somehow the world would end. 

Mr.3 groaned, sinking his finger to the knuckle as he leaned over Buggy, devouring his lips, swallowing down his needy sounds. Mr.3 scissored him open and Buggy kissed him back, fervent, hungry, needing more, needing his lover. 

“Pleeeease.” Buggy whimpered as soon as Galdino pulled his fingers from Buggy. The clown leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together, as if attempting to beam his hungry thoughts directly into Mr.3’s head. 

“Impatient.” Mr.3 huffed pecking Buggy on the lips. “Needy.” He pecked Buggy on the nose. The clown squirmed, a flash of indignant anger came and went, eased by Mr.3’s next words. “And made for me.” He pressed a soft kiss to Buggy’s forehead and the clown melted at the touch. 

“My partner. For life.” Buggy whispered, cupping Mr.3’s face in his hands hard enough to make his lips jut out like a fish. 

“M’padna. F’life.” Mr.3 agreed, as much as he could while Buggy had his face smooshed. Buggy gave him a smattering of smacking kisses on his protruding lips, tasting the sweet remnants of sticky sugar. Mr.3 pushed forward out of Buggy’s grip to crash their lips together, overwhelming him, stealing his breath away. He moaned softly, chest swelling with affection for the man who kissed him so passionately, who entertained his chaos, who truly cared for him. He slung his arms around Galdino’s neck, keeping him near, trying to pour out all that love, all that aching affection into his partner.  

Mr.3 grabbed Buggy’s hips, rutting his still clothed cock over his ass, his movements had Buggy trembling in his hold, eager and wanting. Seems all that heat, the love, the need, was getting the better of both of them. 

“Stop teasing! Fuck me!” Buggy huffed, the pout clear through his voice. He bent himself on his own to keep himself spread open, a clear and desperate invitation. Mr.3’s already blushing cheeks turned a brighter shade of red, spreading all the way to the tips of his ears. Buggy couldn’t help his grin, he really was so cute when Buggy managed to push his buttons. 

Mr.3 huffed and ignored him, pushing down the front of his pants to guide the head of his leaking cock to Buggy’s rim. It felt so hot, the velvety flesh like steel, ready to give him everything he wanted. 

“Yes, please, please, please-” 

Mr.3 pushed inside, breeching him and Buggy whined, the initial stretch always took him by surprise. The deeper Mr.3 pushed, the louder Buggy became. He couldn’t help it, every solid inch was like a fresh surge of electricity lighting up his blood, sparking pleasure in his belly. 

“Fuuuuck!” Buggy arched his back as Galdino bottomed out, “Yes, love that thick fucking cock, need more, give me more, fill me, breed me.” He babbled, filth falling from his lips without a thought. 

Me.3 dipped two fingers into Buggy’s mouth, holding onto his tongue. 

“Enough.” He rasped, trembling from head to toe, his skin glistening with sweat despite the fact that he hadn’t done more than enter his lover. 

“Hhhhhnnnggg” Buggy was sure his eyes pitch black with lust. The fact that Buggy had such an effect on his partner, that he was so obviously turned on, only heightened his own arousal. 

Mr.3 released his tongue and slowly rolled his hips, letting Buggy adjust, letting himself adjust, but Buggy couldn't wait any longer. When Mr.3 pulled back, just the tip inside, Buggy gripped his hips and pulled him abruptly forward, forcing him in deep. Both of them moaned together, squirming against each other, skin warm and tacky, hot breaths puffing hard enough to tickle the fine hairs along their faces. Mr.3 tried to muster a glare but could only manage a stiff-jawed pleading look. It went noted, but ignored.

Buggy wet his lips, missing the sweetness. He dipped his fingers back into the blue frosting and smeared a glob over his mouth, tasting, feeling, smelling. So sweet and blue. He’d remember this taste forever, just like this, sugar and vanilla and butter and Galdino. Buggy licked his fingertip and offered it to Mr.3, who pushed his hand aside and licked Buggy’s mouth before pushing his tongue past his lips. It was so messy, slick and oily and gritty with sugar. But the hot swipes of his tongue, the way he rolled his hips, kept him spread open on his cock, made him ache in the most delicious way. It didn’t take long for Mr.3 to find a rhythm, letting Buggy lead the tangle of their tongues as his hips smacked a staccato pattern against Buggy’s round ass. 

Buggy tried to urge Galdino’s hips, pushing and pulling to get him to quicken his tempo. It was good, but it wasn’t enough. Each drag of his cock barely brushed over his prostate, enough to have his abdomen tightening with fizzling surges of pleasure, but he wanted it more, wanted to cum fast and hard. But Galdino liked to take his time, to enjoy, to savor him. Not today. Buggy yanked on his hips, harder, knowing he’d get annoyed, but the teasing thrusts were driving him crazy. 

“If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I’m going to lock them up.” Mr.3 warned, breath puffing against his cheek before nipping the soft flesh there. 

Buggy grunted, and continued doing what he wanted, pulling him faster, possessive and rebellious. Buggy’s control over Mr.3’s hips didn’t last much longer. Buggy’s hands were above his head, covered in wax before he could even think to break apart. Mr.3 locked him in place all the way to his elbows, hands and forearms coated and bound together like a demented pair of gloves. 

Buggy growled, more for show than actual frustration. He could feel his body lighting up from the new exposed position, the slightest touch or breeze making him shiver and gasp. Mr.3 leaned back, as if admiring his handiwork. His hand went up to his face to adjust glasses that weren’t there, a sign he felt he had the upper hand and was feeling quite smug about it. Bastard. 

Mr.3 grabbed him under his knees and forced him to fold, slowly dragging his cock in and out, watching Buggy with a look so dark and hungry it had his stomach flipping. 

Smug sexy bastard! 

Buggy could only take what was given to him and he moaned aloud at the thought, biting his sticky lips as he watched Mr.3’s thick cock disappear inside of him, over and over again, the sight mesmerizing. 

“You asked for this, you know.” Mr.3 huffed out, mistaking Buggy’s lustful haze for pouting. 

“Yes. Want you to give me everything.” He rasped, purposefully squeezing his inner muscles tight around Galdino’s cock. If Buggy was going to be driven wild, then it was only fair he torment his lover too. Mr.3 groaned, grip tightening, eyelids fluttering, and he thrust sharply, like he couldn’t help himself. 

“Again!” Buggy begged. 

And he did, thrusting quickly until that became the new pace, leaving Buggy writhing and moaning, body splitting apart, barely able to keep himself together. This. It was exactly what he wanted, what he needed.  

“Fuck! Galdino! Yes!” Buggy cried out, back arching, the pleasure so intense he was drooling. Or perhaps it was from all the sugar. 

Mr.3 sucked in a breath, the press of his fingertips on Buggy’s soft hips felt bruising. “You’re so-” He clenched his jaw, as if unable to say the words. But Buggy could hear it, even if he didn’t say them. Beautiful. The same words he heard while Mr.3 brushed his hair, pressed a delicate kiss to his cheek after he finished his makeup, helped him zip up the back of his outfit for the day. All those moments, just for them, when he felt comfortable enough to murmur his affections aloud. Right now, Mr.3 let his body tell Buggy how he felt, his steady hold, the surety of his thrusts, the way he supported his weight, ensured his pleasure. It was care. Passion. Love. 

Buggy felt like he was burning up, from head to toe, his heart swelling so much it felt stuck in his throat, choking on it. He wished he had his hands, his arms. He wanted to wrap them around his partner and never let go, to hold him tight as they both came undone together. 

“Kiss me.” Buggy whispered, his eyes wet and pleading. And he gave him what he wanted. Mr.3 released his legs in favor of wrapping his arms around Buggy’s torso, keeping them nearly flush as he kissed him deeply. Between the slick slide of his tongue, the brush of his thick cock over his prostate, and the press of his cock between their bodies, he was rocketed toward his orgasm. 

“Love you, I love you. So much. Galdino. Love-” Buggy gasped, the tight coil in his abdomen snapping. His cock twitched, making a mess between them, each heavy pulse from his cock left him moaning his lover’s name like a prayer. Mr.3 held him tighter, panting into his neck as he followed Buggy’s orgasm, desperately finding his lips as he filled him, pumped him so full he could feel it oozing as he pulled out. 

Mr.3 peppered him with soft kisses as he removed the wax from his hands and arms, murmuring a quiet ‘I love you’ with his face tucked against his neck. With his hands free, he hugged his partner back, holding him as they both came down, until lying on the desk became too uncomfortable and Buggy was beginning to leak. 

“You’re a mess. Let me take care of you.” Mr. 3 sighed, tucking himself back into his pants and adjusting his shirt. 

Mr. 3 paused in cleaning Buggy’s face and stared seriously at him for a moment. “I don’t understand, but it doesn’t matter if I do or not. However. You won’t be able to pursue your dreams if you get yourself killed.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Buggy waved him off, but his brow furrowed as he sat silently, clearly in thought, mulling over Galdino’s words. 

Mr.3 cleaned Buggy’s face, bandaging his broken skin, both of them silent. Buggy always managed to get himself into trouble. Too much trouble. But this was part of Mr.3’s life now. Unfortunately, he’d always be there to help pick up the pieces of Buggy and put them back together. He never outwardly expressed it, but Buggy knew Mr.3 would be there. He could tell by the way the clown would constantly seek him out, for good or bad. Their lives had become intertwined, like a two strings bound into a tight knot. And he wasn’t looking to loosen it anytime soon. 

He brushed Buggy’s hair out of his face, looking him over. Blue eyes met his own, calmer now that he was being cared for, but still wet with residual tears. Mr.3 gave him a gentle kiss to the top of his head, trying to distract himself from the sudden swell of emotion at seeing his partner so bruised and battered. 

He put away his first aid kit, grabbed a juice box and a snack, and handed them to Buggy. He knew his lover enjoyed treats, even small things. It was quite sweet, actually.  He brushed a thumb over Buggy’s unbruised cheek as he opened his treats. Buggy sighed and leaned his head into Mr.3’s touch, his eyes sliding closed. 

“Thank you, Daddy.” He murmured. 

“You’re welcome- wait! What did you just call me?” Mr.3 froze. There was no way he heard that correctly. 

Buggy looked up at him through his eyelashes, batting them a few times. 

“Daddy~.” Buggy gave him an innocent smile and sipped at his juice box. 

Galdino scoffed, “Don’t be ridiculous.” He refused to look at Buggy, his cheeks and ears turning pink. 

“Oh, so you like that?” Buggy teased, grinning widely at him, sending over a disembodied hand to walk his fingers over his shoulder. 

He huffed and batted the hand away, refusing to answer him.  

“Go get some rest so you stay out of trouble.” Mr.3 tried to dismiss Buggy. 

Buggy chuckled lowly behind him and he slid his arms around his waist, pulling him in close. He pressed a light kiss to his neck, no doubt leaving a red lipstick mark. 

“Ok, Daddy. I’ll be a good boy for you.”  

“Oh stop that.” Mr.3 shoo’d away Buggy, his cheeks burning. 

He could hear Buggy snickering as he left. He always knew how to push his buttons.

… 

Buggy’s silly pet name didn’t stop. Every time they were alone together, whenever Mr.3 brushed and braided Buggy’s hair, or brought him a snack, or let him lay on his lap, he’d turn to him and say “thank you, Daddy.”  

Mr.3 didn’t know what to make of it, torn between telling him off, dismissing it entirely, and letting it slide. The word stuck in his mind. Buggy was right. He did like it. And he felt ashamed that he liked it. He would simply have to ignore it until Buggy stopped. He’d get distracted by something else if Mr.3 could suppress his reactions long enough to seem disinterested. 

Mr.3 slipped into Buggy’s tent, ready to wind down after his busy day. This was his favorite place to go, especially when he wanted to remain unbothered by the ever-noisy and chaotic Buggy Pirates. Their Captain, however, was surprisingly quieter and more relaxed when he was alone, or rather, alone together with Mr.3. They had fallen into a easy pattern over the past couple of years, where no matter what happened during the day, they would come together in the evening and spend time together. They did small silly things, trying to share their interests with each other until they took bits and pieces and made it their own. Mr.3 would draw or sculpt and Buggy would 'finish' them by coloring them, usually garishly, but it still felt nice to see his pieces come to life. Or Buggy would try new make-up and clothing looks and ask for Mr.3’s opinion, and when he couldn't decide he'd use Mr.3 as a model for his looks. And when neither of them had much energy, they would lie together in bed and Mr.3 would read aloud for the both of them, or Buggy would tell stories, or worse, sing. And without fail, Buggy would want sex at some point during their evenings together. It wasn't that Mr.3 wasn't interested, it was just that Buggy was very eager, and tended to ask more frequently.

Mr.3 looked around for his partner, but it seemed he wasn't in his tent. Buggy might still be away doing Cross Guild nonsense. Mr.3 walked to their shared sitting area to ease into his favorite overstuffed armchair, but saw that Buggy’s side of the bed was un-made. Mr.3 rolled his eyes and re-directed his course. Buggy never made the bed, even though Mr.3 reminded him every morning. ‘Last one out makes the bed.’ he’d say to a half-awake Buggy, who usually pulled the covers over his head as a response. But Mr.3 would inevitably cave and make his own side of the bed before he left. At least his side would be neat and ready for him when he returned, even if Buggy never made the bed. But every night, Mr.3 would fix Buggy's side, just a little, while he was in the bathroom. It looked so much better when the comforter was nice and smooth and the pillows were rearranged and fluffed.

Mr.3 peeled back the comforter and began straightening the sheets when he felt a presence behind him. He realized who it was before the gloved hands slid around his waist, so he continued to work. 

“I should be making you do this, it is your bed, after all.” Mr.3 huffed, but didn’t stop making the bed either. 

“Mmm, sorry, Daddy. Want me to make it up to you?” Buggy wrapped his arms around him, hugging him so he was flush against Mr.3’s back. 

Don’t react.  

“And how are you going to do that?” Mr.3 struggled to keep his voice even, fighting off the soft breathiness that wanted to come through. 

He felt Buggy grin against his neck, pulling him tighter, and he could feel Buggy’s half-hard dick right against his ass. Of course he was horny. He was insatiable, always greedy for everything, sex included. 

“I want to make my Daddy feel good. Want you to use me.” He murmured, trailing his lips over his jaw while his hands slid over his stomach and over the front of his pants. 

Mr.3 swallowed hard, his adam’s apple bobbing painfully as he tried to resist the temptation. He needed to break Buggy’s habit of calling him Daddy! It was just too embarrassing.

Mr.3 grabbed Buggy’s wrists before he could cup his dick, no doubt trying to stoke Mr.3’s arousal for his own benefit. 

“You want to make me feel good? Why don’t you rub my shoulders and tell me about your day, hm?” 

There. A perfectly innocent suggestion. He could move away from this horny ‘daddy’ territory. It was making strange things surface in his mind that he didn’t know if he wanted to explore. 

Buggy huffed in annoyance but acquiesced, pulling Mr.3 to sit on the bed. He was surprised that worked. Usually Buggy liked to complain a little more before doing whatever was asked of him. Buggy kneeled behind him and helped Mr.3 slide the straps from his suspenders off his shoulders. Buggy didn’t often remove his gloves, but he peeled them off and dug his fingers into Mr.3’s tough shoulders. 

He let out a pleased sigh. Everyone made fun of Buggy for being weak, but he was strong enough to give a very good massage, let alone use that strength for other purposes as well. Buggy stayed quiet as he worked, which was strange, but not entirely unusual, especially if he was pouting. Mr.3 couldn’t see his face, but he could guess that Buggy didn’t get his way and was trying to make it Mr.3’s problem. But he didn't mind. The peace and quiet while he got a nice massage from his lover was perfect.

“Daddy~”

Ah. That's why he was so quiet.

Buggy’s hands slid over his shoulders and down his chest, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. “Why don’t you get more comfortable? It’ll feel better without so many layers between us.”  

He’s right. It would feel better if he was shirtless but he didn't want to give in to Buggy's suggestion too quickly. He paused as if he were thinking it over. Buggy’s hands skimmed over his chest, fingers purposefully teasing over his nipples. He tried his best not to react, but his body naturally twitched at the teasing touch. 

He pushed away Buggy’s hands and began unbuttoning his shirt. 

“F-fine. But grab the lavender oil.”  

“Yes, Daddy.” 

Mr.3 was lucky Buggy couldn’t see his face. He was beginning to blush, he could feel it creeping up on him. He had to cool off. Removing his button-up shirt and his undershirt helped with that. He felt more exposed, but at least he wasn’t stuffed under all those layers. He took a deep breath to calm himself. 

He heard the slick sounds of Buggy rubbing oil between his hands, then felt the warmed glide across his shoulders. He gave a sigh of relief, the smooth firm touch of Buggy's hands, and the relaxing smell of lavender set him at ease once more. Buggy seemed consumed by his task, working diligently to rub his tense muscles, to undo the knots that gathered from the recent stress. He let out a pleased groan as Buggy dug his knuckles into the meat of his shoulder. He slid his eyes closed and let his head hang, enjoying the feel of Buggy’s strong hands. It was like he somehow knew exactly where to work, where to put more pressure, and where to gently rub. He could fall asleep like this; rubbed down while nothing but the background noise of the island filled the warm dark space of Buggy’s tent. 

Something heavy bumped into his leg and his eyes flew open. Buggy knelt at his feet, naked and clearly hard, his hands still at Mr.3's shoulders. 

“Wh-what?” Mr.3 started but the rest of his question died on his tongue as Buggy leaned forward and mouthed him through his pants, making his flaccid cock swell with interest. 

“Take these off too, Daddy.” He murmured huskily, watching him through his thick dark eyelashes. 

Resist . 

Buggy tugged at the waistband of his pants with his teeth. He let out a little whine when he couldn’t make any progress and that sound had Mr.3’s cock hardening even faster. 

“Please, Daddy. Need you. Let me be your good boy. Use my mouth. Need Daddy’s cock.” 

The almost baby-talk should be off-putting but Buggy knew his weaknesses. He knew Mr.3 liked when Buggy begged, liked when he said he needed him, when he used that pleading tone. 

Against his better judgement, Mr.3 undid his pants and pushed them down past his knees. “Can’t refuse my g-good boy.” He stumbled over the term, feeling strange to use it in this context. 

Buggy gave him a sultry smile and leaned forward, placing a kiss on Mr.3’s almost fully-hard cock. Buggy continued slowly kissing him up and down, his hard cock covered in red lipstick He dragged his long tongue up and down the length of him, teasing him, wrapping his lips around his cockhead and lapping gently at him before pulling away. Mr.3 felt like he was the one being used. When Buggy wrapped his lips around him again, Mr.3 grabbed him by his hair to hold him in place. 

“You’re not behaving like a good boy right now.” Mr.3 panted, cock twitching against Buggy’s lips. “I thought you were going to let Da -Daddy use your mouth?” His cheeks burned as soon as the words left his mouth, but Buggy looked like he was experiencing some kind of altered state; Color rose in his cheeks, his eyelids fluttered over his darkened eyes. He parted his red lips and held out his tongue, mouth wide open to receive. He waited patiently, staring up at Mr.3 with lustful eyes. 

Mr.3’s breath caught in his throat at Buggy's offering, his grip on Buggy’s hair tightening unintentionally. Buggy let out a pitiful whine, his hand going down to squeeze his cock. He didn’t often exert power over Buggy in the bedroom, it was usually a more gentle give and take between them, but this awoke something in him. Mr.3 slid his cock into Buggy’s waiting mouth, as far as he could go, until Buggy choked around him. But even as he pulled back, Buggy’s hands tugged at his hips, as if asking for more. The way Buggy looked up at him, held his mouth open, so ready to please, to be used, it was like Mr.3 lost control over himself. 

Mr.3 thrust sharply, making Buggy gag, but he didn’t let up, using his mouth like he asked, as if it was just a hole, just a sex toy. Tears streamed down Buggy’s cheeks, his eyes glassy, the palm of his hand pressing his cock to his thigh to rub himself while the other held onto Mr.3’s hip like a lifeline, ready to stop him if things go too rough. Mr.3 pushed in deep, until Buggy’s soft round nose pressed against his neatly trimmed pubic hair. Buggy’s throat worked around him, trying to expel him, but eventually he swallowed around him. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the tight feeling of Buggy’s throat, squeezing him, pulling him in. Mr.3 had to hold onto Buggy’s hair, trying to steady himself, unable to stop his shaking, his whole body trembling with arousal, on the cusp of cumming.

He pulled out and plunged back in, barely giving Buggy enough time to breathe. He moaned aloud as Buggy swallowed around him again. Buggy had sucked his cock plenty of times, but never this deep. They had gotten close, but Buggy was usually the one in control and Mr.3 rarely lasted long enough for Buggy to work him in deep enough. So this feeling of making Buggy take him as far as he could was addicting, heady, made him want to do it again and again. 

Buggy smacked his leg in quick succession and Mr.3 pulled out, thick trails of saliva followed his cock and oozed from the corners of Buggy’s mouth. 

“You ok?” Mr.3 asked in a panic, cupping Buggy’s face. 

“Yeah, couldn’t breathe.” Buggy answered hoarsely between harsh pants. 

“Sorry, Buggy, I won’t do it again.” Mr.3 cursed himself internally for not paying attention. He got lost in the feeling of using him, and that was a very dangerous path to go down. 

“I like when Daddy uses me. Just didn’t want to pass out.” He sighed, leaning his face into Mr. 3’s hand. 

He hated that his cock visibly twitched between them at Buggy’s words. And worst, Buggy noticed. 

He grinned up at Mr.3, his teeth red with smeared lipstick, but somehow that didn’t make him look any less appealing. 

“Mmmm, Daddy likes using his good boy, huh?” Buggy sat up, dragging his hands over Mr.3’s thighs, pushing himself up to get in his face. Mr. 3 could feel himself turning red. Damn him, stupid sexy clown. “Want to fuck my other hole, Daddy?” 

Buggy blinked up at him innocently, as if he hadn’t just asked him something filthy. 

Mr.3 choked on air and covered his face with his hands, his cheeks burning so hot he could feel them radiating heat. Too much. This strange roleplay, it was too much. 

“Aww, don’t be shy, Daddy. I made it nice and slick for you.” Buggy pulled at one of his hands but Mr.3 kept his eyes closed. He had to process this. Why did he like Buggy calling him Daddy so much. Why was it so arousing? It had to be a personal failing of some kind. 

Buggy brought Mr.3’s hand behind him, and guided his fingers between his cheeks, to brush over his slick rim. “Feel that Daddy? I was thinking about you all day. I’m so wet for you.” 

Mr.3 let out a strangled groan. Something in him snapped. He wrapped his arms around Buggy, picked him up and dropped him onto the bed. Buggy let out a little shriek of surprise at the sudden manhandling, but it melted into soft sounds and appreciative moans as Mr.3 pushed him face down into the bed. Buggy’s hips and legs hung off the side of the bed and Mr.3 stood behind him, rutting against his round cheeks. He was so soft, he loved how his fingertips sank into his plush hips, how his body gave so easily to him, like he was a new material to be manipulated under his hands. 

He pushed his cock between Buggy’s cheeks, rubbing himself over his rim, not yet pushing inside. He grabbed the body oil from his massage and poured a healthy amount over his dick and Buggy’s ass. They both let out little sounds of pleasure as Mr.3 continued to rut against him, the glide much smoother. His body heat was so warm, the oil made everything deliciously slick. He could cum just like this. Buggy said he wanted to be used, right? 

“Please!” Buggy whined, lifting his hips, “Need you, Daddy!” 

A guttural groan bubbled up from Mr.3’s chest, surprising himself at how animalistic he sounded. He guided the head of his cock to Buggy’s entrance and pushed in, oil pooling around where they were joined. 

“Yessss.” Buggy hissed, clenching unintentionally around him before relaxing. Mr.3 felt like he couldn’t take a deep breath, panting hard as he pushed all the way inside his tight heat. Buggy was so hot and slick, sucking him in like he couldn't get enough. Mr.3 gripped Buggy’s hips and slowly thrust in and out, gaining speed until their skin slapped together with every sharp thrust. 

“Fuck! Just like that Daddy! Use my tight little boy pussy.”  

Mr.3 shook his head and grabbed a fistful of Buggy’s hair, wrapping it around his hand, pulling hard enough to make Buggy arch. He moaned as he was forced to stretch, bouncing back on Mr.3’s cock. 

“Don’t call it that again. Or Daddy won’t let you cum.” He had cringed at the word ‘boy pussy.’ He didn’t mind the dirty talk, but that one was a bridge too far. 

Buggy let out a laugh, which turned into a moan. 

“Daddy doesn’t like it when I call my hole a boy pussy?”  

Ok that’s it.

Mr.3 pulled out entirely, going as far as to take a step back and Buggy whipped his head to look back at him, panic written all over his face. 

“O-ok! I won’t call it that anymore!! Please, Dino, don’t stop.” 

Mr.3 stood there for a few beats, making Buggy sweat, before he lined himself back up, smacked Buggy’s ass, then pushed back inside him. “Good boy.” He grunted, working his way back to his quick pace from before. 

“Hah -yeah- I'm your good boy. Just for you, Daddy.”  

Mr.3 shivered in pleasure. He had to accept the pet name. He liked the idea of being called Daddy by Buggy. More than liked it, he was turned on by it. He pushed as far as he could into Buggy, leaning over him, covering him with his body. Slowly he grinded into him, holding him close as he littered his shoulders with kisses. Buggy may be a sex fiend, but Mr.3 couldn’t complain about making love to his partner almost every night...Even if he did weird sex stuff sometimes. Whatever they did together, the pleasure was worth the pains.

Mr.3 pushed up onto his hands and thrust sharply, slamming into Buggy over and over, abdomen flexing hard as hips bounced against Buggy's soft ass. 

Buggy gasped aloud, arching his back and lifting his hips as his hand disappeared between his legs. “Mmm, right there- fuck- right there, Daddy!” 

He moaned loudly and Mr.3 quietly matched him, not stopping, maintaining the same position, the same speed, wanting to bring Buggy over the edge. 

“Daddy. Daddy. Daddy.” He chanted, becoming progressively louder, until he cut himself off with a moan that burst out of him. He clamped down on Mr.3 as he rode out his orgasm, shaking from head to toe. 

Mr.3 gripped Buggy’s hips, short nails digging into his skin as he followed after Buggy, cumming inside of him, milked by his pulsing insides. It was unbelievably intense, wave after wave made his cock squeeze until he felt like he had nothing left to give him. He pulled out as soon as his cock stopped twitching, legs shaking from his workout, and flopped onto his back next to Buggy. 

Buggy laid with his cheek resting on his hands, looking blissful. Mr.3 looked over him, a soft smile pulling at his lips at the sight of his lovely partner. He brushed back Buggy’s hair, who let out a sighed of satisfaction. 

“I knew it.” Buggy mumbled with his eyes closed. 

“Knew what?” Mr.3 continued petting Buggy’s hair, expecting a sweet answer about how he loves him. 

“I knew you had a Daddy kink!” Buggy cracked open one eye and grinned at him. 

Mr.3’s face fell and he stopped petting Buggy’s hair. 

“I’m not having sex with you anymore.” Mr.3 turned on his side to look away from Buggy. Of course it wasn’t true, but he should seriously consider it. 

“Tell me what you need from me.” Mr. 3 murmured, his eyes not leaving Buggy’s soft lips. 

“I need you to fuck me.” 

So vulgar. Mr. 3 sucked in a soft breath and Buggy continued, leaning closer. 

“I need your lips.” Buggy pressed a firm kiss to Mr. 3’s lips, his tongue darting out at the last moment before he pulled away. Mr. 3’s lips parted, ready to speak, but Buggy kept going. 

“I need your fingers.” He pulled one of Mr.3’s hands up and pressed little kisses to his fingertips. 

“I need your dick.” Buggy slid down his body, onto his knees in front of him, mouthing the front of his pants. 

Mr.3’s let out a shuddering breath, his hand going to the top of Buggy’s head. Buggy gave him an impish grin from between his legs, his hand rubbing him, making his dick swell. 

“F-fine. But we should make it quick so we can get to bed at a reasonable time.” He said it more to convince himself rather than to remind Buggy. He knew Buggy was barely listening, already unbuttoning Mr.3’s pants, his hand reaching in to cup and squeeze him. And Mr.3 couldn’t be bothered to really think of tomorrow when Buggy pulled him from his underwear and kissed his half-hard shaft. He wrapped his lips around him and pulled him into his warm mouth, swallowing him to the base, his round nose pressed into neatly trimmed pubic hair. (Shaped into a 3 of course) 

Mr.3 tightened his grip in Buggy’s hair, his head falling back. But he couldn’t keep his eyes off of Buggy for long. He glanced down and met Buggy’s bright blue eyes, gleaming, his red lips stretched around him. Mr.3 let out a sharp breath through his nose, fighting against his eyelids that wanted to slide closed. 

Buggy’s tongue curled around dick, licking and sucking, bringing him to full hardness. But he didn’t stop there. He kept bobbing, moving faster, his hands holding onto his thighs. Buggy’s mouth felt so hot, the feeling of his throat swallowing around him bringing him closer and closer to his climax. 

Mr.3 tugged at Buggy’s hair, making him whine around his cock, bobbing faster. That wasn’t what he wanted but Mr.3 felt like he couldn’t say a word, his throat working to stifle his sounds of pleasure. 

“Buggy.” He bit out hoarsely, tugging harder at his hair. 

Buggy gave another shameless moan, wetly slurping as he pulled off of Mr.3’s cock. He looked up at him with glazed eyes, darkened with lust, his mouth red and shiny. 

Mr.3 swallowed hard, his cock twitching, wondering for a moment if he should’ve just let Buggy continue. 

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you? If you keep going I can’t give you what you need.” Mr.3 reminded him, his hand trailing through Buggy’s hair, down to his cheek to stroke a thumb over his stubble. 

Buggy whimpered, nodding profusely, turning his face to press a kiss to Mr.3’s palm. 

“I need you.” Buggy panted and gripped his cock, which tented the front of his red outfit. 

“Then get the lube so I can get you ready.” 

Buggy climbed onto Mr.3’s lap, wrapping his arms around his neck, pressing sticky kisses to his lips. Buggy’s ass rubbed against Mr.3’s leaking cock, the velvety fabric an odd sensation after the slick wetness of Buggy’s mouth. 

Mr.3 broke off the kiss and Buggy continued to kiss his cheeks and jaw and neck. 

“Aren’t you going to get the lube?” Mr.3 tried to remind him but was surprised to see Buggy reach between the couch cushions to pull out a bottle of lube. He waved it in front of his face with a smug grin, looking very proud of himself. 

“Wait a moment. Has that been there the whole time? Or did you just put that there this evening?” Mr.3 turned the bottle over in his hand, trying to piece together when a Buggy would’ve put it there. 

“I keep lube in so many places around the island. You never know when you might need to get dicked down.” Buggy gave him a wink and pecked his cheek. 

“You are so shameless.” He huffed, not wanting to think about where Buggy might’ve hidden lube in case they decided to have sex outside the bedroom. 

“Gyahahaha! I know you like it.” Buggy rubbed himself on Mr.3’s dick, still hard and pressing against him. 

“Th-that’s beside the point.” Mr.3’s cheeks turned pink, glancing off to the side. 

Buggy just gave him a self-assured smile, sliding out of his clothes until he was only in his underwear back on Mr.3’s lap, kissing him and unbuttoning his shirt. 

He let Buggy undress him, his disembodied hands stripping him down to nothing. Mr.3’s lips found Buggy’s neck, biting and sucking as his hands grabbed two handfuls of Buggy’s ass. 

The clown moaned, the sound vibrating against Mr.3’s lips. He placed his hands overtop of Mr.3’s, making him grip Buggy harder. 

“More.” He panted, his hand pushing Mr.3’s to the cleft of his ass. 

Mr.3 bit off a groan, letting out a sharp breath through his nose. “So needy.” he huffed into Buggy’s hair, his hands squeezing Buggy. “What would you do if I wasn’t here to fuck you?” 

Buggy rolled his hips, grinding down on Mr. 3’s cock. “I don’t have to worry about that, you’ll always be here for me, right, buddy?” Buggy grinned down at him, his cheeks pink, his lipstick smeared over his mouth and Mr. 3 could already imagine how much of that red lipstick was already all over his face and neck. 

“You shouldn’t be so obvious about something selfish like that.” Mr. 3 chastised, hips thrusting up, holding tightly onto Buggy’s soft ass. He knew he shouldn’t be giving Buggy exactly what he wanted. He already had such a big head, such an ego, but he couldn’t help it. Buggy drove him crazy, in more ways than one. And he didn’t have room to criticize him, he was like Buggy in some ways, selfish; Mr.3 wanted him, his body, his touch, those teasing words. He just had more sense and decorum to not be so vocal about it. 

“Mmm, but it’s true. You’re the only one who knows how to take care of me.” Buggy said lowly, his hands moving to cup Mr.3’s cheeks. Their eyes met and Buggy leaned in. “You like taking care of me don’t you, Galdino?” Buggy murmured against his lips, his tongue dipping in before Mr.3 could even respond. 

But he knew the answer, they both did. 

Yes  

Buggy broke away from the kiss and slid off his underwear, grabbing Galdino’s hand and squeezing lube onto his fingers. He brought Mr.3’s hand behind him, trying to get him to hurry up. 

“Are you sure you want me to do this, seems like you could do it yourself.” He huffed, his fingers running between his cheeks, brushing over Buggy’s rim. 

“Yes! Please, I need you.” Buggy begged, pushing out his ass to try and feel more of Mr.3’s fingers. Galdino sucked in a breath, knowing he was being manipulated by Buggy, but he couldn’t help the lust he felt for his needy clown. He wanted to please him. He pushed a single finger into Buggy, who was very vocal about it. 

Mr.3 tried not to let Buggy’s sounds get to him, but it was hard when he was whimpering and moaning and panting right above him, making the most beautiful expressions. He had the fleeting thought of wanting to capture Buggy’s likeness while he looked like this. He was captivating, everything about him demanded his attention. 

He added a second finger, and Buggy was just as loud, his dick bobbing as he tried to ride the fingers inside of him. 

“More, please. Need you. Need your dick. I need to feel every inch of you. Want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.” Buggy babbled, nothing but a stream of filth as Mr.3 fingered him open. 

Galdino moaned softly, moving his fingers faster inside of him. He wanted to give Buggy everything he asked for and more. His cock dribbled precum, aching to be inside of Buggy, but he knew if he didn’t stretch him properly he’d complain about it for days and make it Galdino’s problem. He learned his lesson a long time ago.

He did what he could to distract himself, and Buggy, while he spread him open. He mouthed at Buggy’s chest, teeth sinking into the skin around his nipple, tongue flicking and swirling over the nub. Buggy’s hands tugged at Mr.3’s hair, yanking hard as he pushed a third finger into Buggy. 

“Fuck!” Buggy yelled, his legs trembling as he kept them spread on Mr.3’s lap, his hand clutching at the three atop his head. He pulled and pushed at his head, trying to direct his mouth over his chest. Mr.3 let himself be guided, teeth and tongue trailing over Buggy’s skin while his fingers scissored and curled. 

“I’m going to ride you so fucking hard, you have no idea. I’m gonna ride you until you’re cumming dry, until I’m stuffed full.” Buggy rushed out hotly, his eyes so dark there was barely any blue left. 

Mr.3 let out a groan, pulling out his fingers, smacking Buggy’s ass with both hands before he grabbed it. Buggy crashed their lips together, their kisses all tongue and teeth. Mr.3 fumbled with the lube, trying to squeeze it onto his dick while Buggy sucked his tongue. 

He ended up getting a lot on his thigh but it didn’t matter. He made himself slick, stroking his cock and pressed the head to Buggy’s entrance. 

“Yes! Need this fucking dick.” Buggy bit at his lip, eyes sliding closed as he sank down. Despite all the stretching, Buggy still felt tight, he felt slick and hot, gripping him and then relaxing as he pulled him deeper and deeper inside. 

Mr.3 gripped his soft hips, his fingers sinking into his plush flesh, trying to slow Buggy down. But he couldn’t be deterred, bottoming out faster than was wise. He was always so impatient. 

Buggy’s forehead glistened with sweat, his hands holding onto Mr.3’s shoulders for leverage. He gave him a cheeky smile and rolled his hips, grinding in Mr.3’s lap. 

Mr.3 breathed out harshly through his nose, sweat beading on his own forehead, his hands moving from Buggy’s hips to his ass, grabbing his cheeks. He wanted Buggy to move, his weight pressing him into the couch, digging into his bones, but he didn’t want to rush him either. 

Buggy whimpered, hips lifting and coming back down, slow at first, picking up speed until he was bouncing in Mr.3’s lap. Every time his ass met Mr.3’s hips and thighs, he pushed him harder and harder into the couch. Mr.3 could barely catch his breath, unable to keep up with Buggy’s pace, feeling stifled by him, consumed by him. Buggy held onto him tightly, their hot breath mingling as sweat dripped down their bodies. 

“Buggy,” Mr.3 rasped, “I’m close.” 

Buggy didn’t let up, bouncing on his lap so hard his hips started to ache, their skin slapping loudly together. He held onto to Buggy’s hips, trying to hold off on his orgasm, doing everything in his power to focus on not cumming. 

“Buggy.” Mr.3 warned, his voice strained, his eyes squeezed shut. 

“Go ahead, fill me up. I told you I’m going to milk you dry.” Buggy said between harsh breaths. 

Mr.3’s head fell back with a moan as he spilled inside of Buggy, giving him what he wanted.  

“Mmm, yeah fucking fill me.” Buggy hissed. 

He slowed down, rolling his hips, as if savoring the feel of Mr.3, or perhaps trying to give him some reprieve. But it still felt like too much; Mr.3 stayed hard after cumming inside of Buggy, his dick feeling achy and overstimulated. He grit his teeth, his hands clawing at Buggy’s hips, trying to will away the ache. 

The reprieve did not last long, Buggy’s impatience winning out, and he picked up the pace, moaning and whining as he bounced, his hand dropping between them to stroke himself. In spite of himself, Mr.3’s cock pulsed with arousal. Between the physical stimulation and the sight and sound of Buggy, he started building toward another orgasm. 

He clutched onto Buggy’s ass, kneading and squeezing his cheeks, unable to do much more than that as Buggy fucked him into the couch. Buggy hammered him harder and harder, his thighs and hips straining to support his weight, his force. But he didn’t want him to stop, the pleasure of Buggy’s tight heat too good. 

“Again, cum in me again.” Buggy pleaded, his hand squeezing the base of his cock, trying to stave off his orgasm. 

“Greedy.” Mr.3 grumbled, hips trying to thrust up to meet Buggy’s ass. Buggy’s lips pulled up into a smile for a moment before returning to his expression of concentration.  

But he couldn’t help but give Buggy exactly what he wanted. Mr.3 let out a broken cry, pressing his lips together to stifle the sound, his cock pulsing so intensely, almost painfully, as he came inside of Buggy a second time. 

“Ohhh fuck yessss.” Buggy moaned, his hand jerking his cock, hot spurts of cum shooting out onto both of their bellies. 

He collapsed onto Mr.3, their skin damp with sweat and cum, body hair brushing and sticking to one another as Buggy pressed into him, resting his head on his shoulder. He panted into his neck, pressing lazy kisses to whatever skin he could reach. 

They sat there cooling down, catching their breath, Mr.3 tracing soft circles over Buggy’s back. Buggy sighed into his neck, kissing up to his jaw and to his lips. They languidly kissed, Galdino’s hands moving up to brush through Buggy’s hair. Buggy held onto him for a little longer and then eased off of him, oozing cum as he stood, his legs trembling. 

Mr.3 tried to follow him, getting onto his feet before falling back onto the couch, his legs and hips seizing. 

“Whatsa matter?” Buggy asked as he cleaned himself, giving Mr.3 a confused raise of his brow. 

“My hips are killing me.” Mr.3 said with a groan as he tried to stretch his legs. 

“Geez, did I ride you that hard?” Buggy hovered over him, rubbing his hips and thighs. 

“I’ll be alright, I just need a moment.” Mr.3 sighed, wanting to get up so he could clean off. 

“Gyahahaha! Guess you can’t handle my Big Bottom Blaster!” Buggy grinned at him, smacking his ass at Mr.3. 

“Your what?” Mr.3 sat up on his elbows, his face scrunched in distaste. 

“My Big Bottom Blaster! That’s what I’ve named my new move! I’ve taken out exactly one power user with it!” He snickered, tapping Mr.3 on the forehead before sitting down on the couch by his feet, still naked. 

“Don’t call it that.” Mr.3 said, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. 

“Whatever you say, partner! Hey, you think you could grab me a snack when you’re done?”