(Mihawk had lived a long life and he had accomplished everything he had thought he wanted. He didn't actually think life could have gotten better than it already was. Back home, he was just passing the time and playing his cards because that was all there was to do. What's a guy to do when you reached your dream years ago?
It had never occurred to him to create a new one. But now, with Koby beneath him, blossoming around him, fragrant and warm, tight and welcoming, he can feel himself getting completely lost in this new possibility. It's far from the first time he has thought about that with Koby, but each time just seemed to be more real and heavier.
It has been too long. Far too long. Granted...Too long for them. Mihawk picks up the pace and hardens his thrusts when Koby begs for it. He's fucking Koby harder and harder until all he can see is white and there is a blinding surge of pleasure burning through him. When he fills Koby up, it's far more than ever before. He pumps him full and it soothes some wild, restless part of him, a satisfaction like no other spreading into him.
Mine. He grumbles against Koby, panting quietly, and that's when he feels a soft swelling begin. He blinks against Koby, and by the time he realizes what it is, his knot is snug inside of Koby, locking him in place. Mihawk pants quietly, flicking his head. He rests on his elbows, looking at Koby with complete adoration and wonder.)
[Anything more than a day, a few hours is too long. Every time they tumble back into bed -- usually like this, Koby spread out and breathless and moaning Mihawk's name as they move together like they were each born to do it -- the idea of keeping distance becomes that much more ridiculous. He misses this, the taste and scent and feel of Mihawk inside him, atop him, the way his whole body lights up every time, gentle or rough or somewhere in between. They rarely go more than a day or two without sleeping together, and it's still too long.
Like some force in this place has heard the silent plea that fills Koby's entire soul every time he's with Mihawk -- stay, stay, stay -- there's something different this time, making his breath catch in his throat. The swelling is almost too much, getting a soft whine as Koby shifts and adjusts and -- there, right there, pressure and heat just right, and he shivers blissfully through his (third? maybe) climax just from the feel of Mihawk knotting him.
Maybe there is a god after all. The breathless comment gets a sleepy, fucked-out grin, blissful and crooked, Koby's shaky hands smoothing over Mihawk's broad shoulders, petting clumsily through his hair. His words are a little slurred, but undeniably smug:] Good. Keep you to myself for a little longer.
[Then he shuts his eyes, nails curling against the back of Mihawk's neck, shivering all over again. Every shift of Mihawk's hips has Koby jolting back up to that unbearably perfect peak, though it's not clear whether he's coming more than once or one long, staccato time. He doesn't care, just shudders and throbs and clenches around Mihawk's knot, testing his own limits, seeing how long he can go.] This -- is okay? I -- can't stop, I'm -- [Another shift and a broken, needy whine, both hands tugging Mihawk closer, wanting to feel his full warmth, his weight, wanting to drown in him.<./small>]
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It had never occurred to him to create a new one. But now, with Koby beneath him, blossoming around him, fragrant and warm, tight and welcoming, he can feel himself getting completely lost in this new possibility. It's far from the first time he has thought about that with Koby, but each time just seemed to be more real and heavier.
It has been too long. Far too long. Granted...Too long for them. Mihawk picks up the pace and hardens his thrusts when Koby begs for it. He's fucking Koby harder and harder until all he can see is white and there is a blinding surge of pleasure burning through him. When he fills Koby up, it's far more than ever before. He pumps him full and it soothes some wild, restless part of him, a satisfaction like no other spreading into him.
Mine. He grumbles against Koby, panting quietly, and that's when he feels a soft swelling begin. He blinks against Koby, and by the time he realizes what it is, his knot is snug inside of Koby, locking him in place. Mihawk pants quietly, flicking his head. He rests on his elbows, looking at Koby with complete adoration and wonder.)
I don't think I can move anytime soon.
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Like some force in this place has heard the silent plea that fills Koby's entire soul every time he's with Mihawk -- stay, stay, stay -- there's something different this time, making his breath catch in his throat. The swelling is almost too much, getting a soft whine as Koby shifts and adjusts and -- there, right there, pressure and heat just right, and he shivers blissfully through his (third? maybe) climax just from the feel of Mihawk knotting him.
Maybe there is a god after all. The breathless comment gets a sleepy, fucked-out grin, blissful and crooked, Koby's shaky hands smoothing over Mihawk's broad shoulders, petting clumsily through his hair. His words are a little slurred, but undeniably smug:] Good. Keep you to myself for a little longer.
[Then he shuts his eyes, nails curling against the back of Mihawk's neck, shivering all over again. Every shift of Mihawk's hips has Koby jolting back up to that unbearably perfect peak, though it's not clear whether he's coming more than once or one long, staccato time. He doesn't care, just shudders and throbs and clenches around Mihawk's knot, testing his own limits, seeing how long he can go.] This -- is okay? I -- can't stop, I'm -- [Another shift and a broken, needy whine, both hands tugging Mihawk closer, wanting to feel his full warmth, his weight, wanting to drown in him.<./small>]