(Mihawk had grown spoiled from their exploits as well. And that would only worsen the more often they had it. The more he learned what Koby liked, the more he learned about how to make him smile and laugh, things that really had nothing to do with sex. Yet he would ignore that for now and figure it was just an easy way to keep Koby coming back to him.
That and railing Koby so hard he would feel him for a long while after.
The scratches make his skin crawl pleasantly. Normally any mark on a swordsman's back was an insult, but these marks may as well be badges of honor. Proof of a job well done. He comes soon after Koby, buckling up into him, a breathless groan easing out of him as he pumps Koby full.
He rolls his hips to milk out his orgasm, and it's only then that he realizes how hard he is holding Koby. He pants quietly, processing the command. He nods, squeezing Koby tighter. Then he leans back, pulling Koby with him which winds up with him sliding out of Koby along the way.
Once down, he grabs Koby by the face and brings their lips together. It's a slower kiss, not one to try and initiate another fucking, but just one to feel Koby.)
[The nod could very well be for something else entirely -- Koby will be the first one to admit that he sort of loses all track of linear thought when Mihawk's fucking him. So he rides it out, panting and shuddering and squeezing around the pirate's cock spilling inside him, savoring it as always -- he may be spoiled, but Koby doesn't take anything for granted.
When they move, there's a soft hiss of oversensitivity blended with soreness -- Koby definitely going to feel tonight for a good long while. He leans up into that kiss, breathless and shivering through the aftershocks, one hand sliding to tangle in Mihawk's hair.
And he remembers to ask again, in that hazy, warm moment, before he loses his nerve:] Stay. Just. Just for a little. Just til I'm asleep. [That's not enough, not really, it's not what Koby really wants, but he can't ask for forever, he can't ask to wake up like this, wrapped in Mihawk's arms. But maybe this much is okay. Maybe he's allowed that.
Koby leans back, eyes soft and open and full of that raw, uncomplicated wanting. He twines Mihawk's hair around his fingers, settles warm and pliant against him. Asks one more time:] Please. Stay.
(It had been to agree to stay, but he can hardly fault Koby for asking again. He looks at Koby as their kiss breaks and Koby begs for him to stay. There could be a dozen reasons why Koby might want to stay, but Mihawk doesn't let himself speculate.
He could never say no to that look on Koby's face. He couldn't even feign disinterest. There's something softening the edges of his own face. He settles against the bed, looking back at Koby, silently memorizing the way he looked.)
I'll stay.
(He kisses Koby again, soft, brief. He had nowhere else he needed to be and nowhere else he wanted to be.)
[Perhaps it's a good thing that Koby's too sleepy and fucked out to read anything into that softness. All he cares about is the agreement -- Mihawk says he'll stay, so he will. Koby will second guess and question a lot of things, but by now, Mihawk's word isn't one of them.
So he relaxes, smiling against Mihawk's lips, leaning up for a couple more of those brief, warm kisses, then settling with his head tucked under the warlord's chin. He doesn't know if it's the unusually long talk they'd had, the way he'd opened up to Mihawk, the stupid little messages filling his notebook, but whatever the reason, the man is staying. Even if it's only for an hour, he's there.
Later, Koby will recognize this moment for what it is, the looming danger of the situation coming to a head as he catches his breath in Mihawk's arms. He'll know that's when it was too late for him, when he was well and truly lost.
He'll deal with that when it comes, though. Right now he's safe, he's sore, he's exhausted and held and happy like he hasn't been in years. One hand absently traces over the claw marks he's left around Mihawk's heart -- ironic, in their way.] Thank you.
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That and railing Koby so hard he would feel him for a long while after.
The scratches make his skin crawl pleasantly. Normally any mark on a swordsman's back was an insult, but these marks may as well be badges of honor. Proof of a job well done. He comes soon after Koby, buckling up into him, a breathless groan easing out of him as he pumps Koby full.
He rolls his hips to milk out his orgasm, and it's only then that he realizes how hard he is holding Koby. He pants quietly, processing the command. He nods, squeezing Koby tighter. Then he leans back, pulling Koby with him which winds up with him sliding out of Koby along the way.
Once down, he grabs Koby by the face and brings their lips together. It's a slower kiss, not one to try and initiate another fucking, but just one to feel Koby.)
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When they move, there's a soft hiss of oversensitivity blended with soreness -- Koby definitely going to feel tonight for a good long while. He leans up into that kiss, breathless and shivering through the aftershocks, one hand sliding to tangle in Mihawk's hair.
And he remembers to ask again, in that hazy, warm moment, before he loses his nerve:] Stay. Just. Just for a little. Just til I'm asleep. [That's not enough, not really, it's not what Koby really wants, but he can't ask for forever, he can't ask to wake up like this, wrapped in Mihawk's arms. But maybe this much is okay. Maybe he's allowed that.
Koby leans back, eyes soft and open and full of that raw, uncomplicated wanting. He twines Mihawk's hair around his fingers, settles warm and pliant against him. Asks one more time:] Please. Stay.
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He could never say no to that look on Koby's face. He couldn't even feign disinterest. There's something softening the edges of his own face. He settles against the bed, looking back at Koby, silently memorizing the way he looked.)
I'll stay.
(He kisses Koby again, soft, brief. He had nowhere else he needed to be and nowhere else he wanted to be.)
As long as you allow.
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So he relaxes, smiling against Mihawk's lips, leaning up for a couple more of those brief, warm kisses, then settling with his head tucked under the warlord's chin. He doesn't know if it's the unusually long talk they'd had, the way he'd opened up to Mihawk, the stupid little messages filling his notebook, but whatever the reason, the man is staying. Even if it's only for an hour, he's there.
Later, Koby will recognize this moment for what it is, the looming danger of the situation coming to a head as he catches his breath in Mihawk's arms. He'll know that's when it was too late for him, when he was well and truly lost.
He'll deal with that when it comes, though. Right now he's safe, he's sore, he's exhausted and held and happy like he hasn't been in years. One hand absently traces over the claw marks he's left around Mihawk's heart -- ironic, in their way.] Thank you.