(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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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.