[Sometimes Koby wondered -- how had he been this trusting, this sure of Mihawk, so soon? How had the instinctive terror that had kept him alive for nineteen years released it's grip despite so much evidence to the contrary? It didn't make much logical sense -- except for a conviction that had been present since the first time Mihawk had reached out for him under the moon. Perhaps it had been there since that moment in the world before, when Koby had knelt outside a closed door and listened to the unflinching calmness of a new voice speaking to Garp, telling him in no uncertain terms what he had done and what he intended to do next.
Pirates were an easy thing to put into a box: murderers, monsters, tormentors. Koby had known that to his bones after two years with Alvida, two years he still didn't let himself think about. Yet there had been an exception: Luffy. A pirate who somehow perfectly personified everything Koby had dreamed about being for his entire life. A pirate who helped people who couldn't help themselves. It was an exception that nobody, not Helmeppo, not Garp, had seemed to understand. Until Mihawk. Until the Marine-allied Marine-killer had looked at Luffy and understood immediately what Koby had seen, and had made his choice accordingly. Now there were two exceptions to that staunch internal rule, and while Koby hadn't known what to make of that, he'd known that Dracule Mihawk was two things: a pirate who saw and respected the unique nature of Luffy, and a man who would not lie about anything he did, no matter the stakes.
The former had allowed Koby to let down his guard around Mihawk, and the latter had convinced him that whatever the motivation for their strange relationship was, Mihawk wouldn't hurt him. Mihawk was with him because he found Koby appealing, because he enjoyed their nights together, because that's what he'd said and Mihawk did not lie. Everything afterwards -- that first night falling asleep together, the first trip to the cabin, the daisies in Koby's room and the feeling of Mihawk squeezing the back of his neck and the pink pelt held so carefully in clawed hands -- had simply followed the path of that first cautious trust.
Now, even as Mihawk growls and the earth shakes, even as those deadly teeth nip at Koby's shoulder, prompting a drop of bright red blood to well up, there's no fear. Nothing but a dizzying swoop in Koby's stomach that's far closer to pleasure than pain, one that has him whimpering, shivering all over and dripping all over Mihawk's claw, curving smooth and sleek against his cunt. His hands tighten, stroking slowly over the wolf's massive cock, aching hollowly inside with how much he wants it. Mihawk's already big, and like this he's mindblowing, impossible and perfect and everything Koby didn't know he wanted.
Something else he didn't know he wanted -- that scorching hit of agony and bliss when those massive jaws clamp down on his shoulder, digging deep into his flesh, prompting blood to well up, paint Mihawk's teeth, his curled lips, soak his fur. It hurts, has an almost-sob tearing out of Koby's throat, but he knows being hurt, and there's a big difference between a blow across the face that he can't say a word against and this. This pain is something he chose, it belongs to him, nobody else got to decide on it but him. He asked, and the wolf gave it, trusting that Koby could handle it. Plus it's a visible claim, Mihawk's mark on him in a tangible way, something that'll ache and bruise and throb for days afterwards.
That thought alone makes the pain edge smoothly into pleasure, each one inflaming the other, and Koby suddenly can't stand not having Mihawk inside him somehow, his tongue or his cock or even that deadly, curving claw, he'll take anything, anything to fill him up. He's small enough in comparison to Mihawk's massive canine form that it's easy to gently pull away the clawed hand and guide the huge, slick cock between his thighs instead, nudged up against his swollen cunt.
Koby whines low in his throat, squeezing his knees together hard, keeping Mihawk's cock snugly against his drenched pussy, rocking his hips slightly to feel it slip smooth and hot against his clit. His hands curl into Mihawk's fur, so tight his knuckles go white, feeling his own blood soak the sweater. Slurring the words a bit, dizzy with need and pain and bliss:] S'all right, m'here. I-I'm here. All yours, see? M'all yours, Mihawk. Not g-going anywhere.
(They have had so many encounters together at this point that it was hard to pick the most erotic of all - but this may just be at the very top just by virtue of existing alone. It opened an entire door of possibilities and later on, Mihawk would realize what a shame it is that they haven't covered their ground more thoroughly. There was so little else to do in this place, after all.
The taste of Koby's blood might have made him turn away at any other point in his life as the result of guilt. He had never wanted to hurt Koby. But this wasn't hurting Koby in the way that others had hurt Koby. This hurt was a pact between them. An honest trust that it wouldn't go too far and that Mihawk would never really use this against Koby. After the bite, he unlatches his jaw so that he can lap up Koby's blood, a silent gesture of near-apology and honest affection. A dozen kisses.
Mihawk picks up immediately on what Koby wants. Instincts rattle through him that have him growling loudly, snapping his jaws, and trying his best to not just slam into Koby in one thrust. He almost never just fucked Koby without any proper foreplay, but this wasn't exactly their usual situation, and he could smell how much Koby wanted him, could feel his pliant his body already was.
Koby squeezing his thighs together around his cock and moving to ride it without riding it practically drives Mihawk over the edge. It's one of the hottest things Koby has ever done and all Mihawk can do is just keep growling and growling, panting loudly because holy fuck.
For a second, he lets his hips piston back and forth, fucking through Koby's thighs and rocking against the slick of his cunt. It's amazing, but it's not enough, not nearly enough. Mihawk suddenly seizes Koby again by the wait, his large claws curling around him entirely and he just whisks Koby up into the air. He stands to his full height, his fur bristling, cock swollen and upright in the air. He holds Koby as if he's lighter than air, and to Mihawk in this form, he is that light.
He lowers Koby down to grind his cunt against the tip of Mihawk's cock. Then he begins to push in, sliding Koby down inch by inch as if Koby was nothing more than a fleshlight. He goes slow enough to be careful, but doesn't stop. Doesn't stop as he pushes so deep inside of Koby that he begins to see a bit of his shape bumping up against Koby's stomach. Then Koby's completely wrapped around him with Mihawk buried as deep as possible inside of him, right to the base, and Mihawk's eyes are glittering. He holds Koby tightly, pulling him slowly off his cock, almost all the way, then he pulls him back down, careful, just to see how Koby could take it.)
[Honestly Koby's going to wake up tomorrow -- blissfully sore and bruised and satisfied, of course -- and be amazed at his own daring. Still, that isn't unusual for him. Mihawk has a way of bringing out the more risky and wild side of him, the parts that Koby hides most of the time, beneath a very upright, polite exterior. That had always been there, that urge to let go, to be completely unhinged, but tonight has the extra level of Mihawk being a literal monster. Koby's animal instincts know damn well that it's an apex predator that's got him in it's massive, deadly claws, and the thrill of it couples with how goddamn hot the situation is in a way that has Koby reduced to his basest instincts.
Mihawk had only needed to drag his long, hot tongue over Koby's neck, slide it into his mouth and Koby had firmly decided that the night wasn't ending before he had that mouth buried in his cunt, working him into a shuddering, whimpering mess. But honestly, between how soaked he already is and how slick Mihawk's huge cock is, there's really no actual need for foreplay. Besides, this is about satisfying the wolf, and the wolf would want to take Koby, knot him (breed him, something whispers in the back of his mind) and claim him before anything else.
So even though Koby could've easily gotten off just from the glide of Mihawk's hot, hard cock against his clit, would've if Mihawk hadn't scooped him off his feet, he's not that troubled by them going right to getting that same cock inside him. Mihawk's always lifted and carried him around like he weighed absolutely nothing, but there's something different about the wolf doing it -- something more wild, animal, an ease that draws a shuddery gasp from Koby. He tries to wrap his arms around Mihawk's neck, like he usually does in this position, but Mihawk's too huge now, so Koby grips at the fur of his chest instead, hooking his legs over the wolf's hips so he can keep them spread as wide as possible.
Not that Mihawk needs the help at all. The tapered tip of his cock slips inside Koby with almost no resistance, filling him up deep, just like he's used to -- and then he keeps going and logically Koby had known Mihawk was bigger in this form, but it's one thing to see it and another to have it slowly plunging into his body, deeper than he'd thought possible. Koby is barely aware of the sounds he's making -- whimpering, shuddering, almost sobbing ones, trying to draw in his breath and relax and let Mihawk in deeper and deeper and deeper. It's not painful, it's just so much, so far beyond what Koby had ever imagined and he's so full and gods and monsters and heaven and hell it's so fucking good.
Koby sobs out another gasping breath when Mihawk finally stops, comes to rest, so deep inside him that he can nearly feel that cock in his throat. One hand drops, pressing to his own shivering stomach and the sensation of feeling the shape of Mihawk inside has Koby's forehead dropping against one furry shoulder as he suddenly clamps down on the wolf's cock, squeezing tight, thighs quivering as he comes just from having Mihawk filling him up. He's still coming when the wolf's cock slides almost free, whimpering in loss, trying to work his bucking hips back down, hating being empty for even a second. Koby's still practically drenching Mihawk's cock, squirting around it, but he manages to almost snarl:] H-Harder.
[He'd said he could take it and by god he's going to.]
(As if he didn't have enough reason to be committed to Koby already. His surprising little cadet. Although there wasn't much of Mihawk's human consciousness available, he would remember this explicitly, remember the way Koby fell apart on his cock, the way that he had no problem taking Mihawk in such a carnal, inviting way where most others likely would have refused. Mihawk wouldn't be done with Koby even after this. Much like Koby, he was interested in burying his tongue inside of that cunt later on, but for right now, they both needed this to take that immediate edge off.
Koby had a way of seducing Mihawk endlessly. Mihawk wasn't really one who was often interested in sex, but oh, Koby...
Could anyone truly blame him? With how beautiful he looked split open on Mihawk's cock, human or otherwise? The way he took him so effortlessly, so gladly?
Then he's begging for Mihawk to go harder and Mihawk nearly blacks out. He thrusts relentlessly against Koby, hard and without hesitance. His cock slips in and out of Koby effortlessly, glistening more and more between Koby's own orgasm and whatever precum was steadily pumping out of Mihawk.
Then all at once, he's gripping Koby and slamming him down hard onto his cock. When he comes, it's in a hot burst, thicker and far more in quantity than it has ever been when he was human. Enough that he can feel some of it seeping out of Koby, dripping down between them. It's not until that moment that Mihawk realizes he's been growling loudly for the past few seconds, snarling, but not at Koby. Rather at anything stupid enough to be within a mile of them or so. Mihawk huffs against Koby's neck, whining lowly, mouthing again at where he had bitten him earlier.
That's about when he begins to swell inside of Koby. Mihawk nestles closer, whining even louder, because suddenly it felt like a life-or-death situation of needing to just be as close as physically possible or else. The "or else" felt unlike anything Mihawk had ever felt before. Like the worst kind of threat, worse than death, worse than torture. He wasn't a man familiar with that kind of fear, but right then, he couldn't even begin to fathom the idea of a life without Koby. A life without them- without a family, without--)
[Koby might actually black out a little when Mihawk starts moving -- or the opposite of it, white out, maybe, something like a thousand dazzling stars and the sun on the sea dancing through his head. He holds on tight, cries out and gasps and curls his hands tight into Mihawk's fur, letting the wave of pleasure rise and crest and break through him again and again. Either he's just come three times in a row or it's been one long blissful, giddy climax, Koby's not too particular about clarifying which.
And then Mihawk's pressing even deeper, and Koby's nails dig in tight, his neck throbbing and his body arching up and his voice going high and sharp and pleading as the wolf (his mate, his, all his) releases inside him. He might be a little biased after all this time, but Koby can't imagine that anything in any world feels better than Mihawk knotting him, the stretch, the burn, the fullness of it. He's nearly sobbing at how good it is, face pressed to the wolf's furry shoulder, body nearly senseless with pleasure, shuddering and quivering.
The soft, earnest whimpers rumbling through Mihawk's enormous form rouse Koby from that hazy, blissful, fucked-out place, his fingers twitching, moving, clumsily stroking at the wolf's neck, cheek, up to his ears.] S'okay. M'here. [Koby can't quite open his eyes, can't move except to shiver and pet at Mihawk's fur, moving to kiss the underside of his jaw. He nuzzles where he can hear the wolf's hear racing, breathing raspy and heavy.] I'm here, Mihawk. Not going anywhere, not ever. Never.
[It's the sort of promise Koby wouldn't have made while in a clear headspace -- except maybe he would, maybe he means it more than he fears it, finally. Maybe the sense of contentment, of stability and safety and home is worth it. Maybe he can curl his fingers into Mihawk's fur and whisper against his fur:] I love you, so, so much.
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Pirates were an easy thing to put into a box: murderers, monsters, tormentors. Koby had known that to his bones after two years with Alvida, two years he still didn't let himself think about. Yet there had been an exception: Luffy. A pirate who somehow perfectly personified everything Koby had dreamed about being for his entire life. A pirate who helped people who couldn't help themselves. It was an exception that nobody, not Helmeppo, not Garp, had seemed to understand. Until Mihawk. Until the Marine-allied Marine-killer had looked at Luffy and understood immediately what Koby had seen, and had made his choice accordingly. Now there were two exceptions to that staunch internal rule, and while Koby hadn't known what to make of that, he'd known that Dracule Mihawk was two things: a pirate who saw and respected the unique nature of Luffy, and a man who would not lie about anything he did, no matter the stakes.
The former had allowed Koby to let down his guard around Mihawk, and the latter had convinced him that whatever the motivation for their strange relationship was, Mihawk wouldn't hurt him. Mihawk was with him because he found Koby appealing, because he enjoyed their nights together, because that's what he'd said and Mihawk did not lie. Everything afterwards -- that first night falling asleep together, the first trip to the cabin, the daisies in Koby's room and the feeling of Mihawk squeezing the back of his neck and the pink pelt held so carefully in clawed hands -- had simply followed the path of that first cautious trust.
Now, even as Mihawk growls and the earth shakes, even as those deadly teeth nip at Koby's shoulder, prompting a drop of bright red blood to well up, there's no fear. Nothing but a dizzying swoop in Koby's stomach that's far closer to pleasure than pain, one that has him whimpering, shivering all over and dripping all over Mihawk's claw, curving smooth and sleek against his cunt. His hands tighten, stroking slowly over the wolf's massive cock, aching hollowly inside with how much he wants it. Mihawk's already big, and like this he's mindblowing, impossible and perfect and everything Koby didn't know he wanted.
Something else he didn't know he wanted -- that scorching hit of agony and bliss when those massive jaws clamp down on his shoulder, digging deep into his flesh, prompting blood to well up, paint Mihawk's teeth, his curled lips, soak his fur. It hurts, has an almost-sob tearing out of Koby's throat, but he knows being hurt, and there's a big difference between a blow across the face that he can't say a word against and this. This pain is something he chose, it belongs to him, nobody else got to decide on it but him. He asked, and the wolf gave it, trusting that Koby could handle it. Plus it's a visible claim, Mihawk's mark on him in a tangible way, something that'll ache and bruise and throb for days afterwards.
That thought alone makes the pain edge smoothly into pleasure, each one inflaming the other, and Koby suddenly can't stand not having Mihawk inside him somehow, his tongue or his cock or even that deadly, curving claw, he'll take anything, anything to fill him up. He's small enough in comparison to Mihawk's massive canine form that it's easy to gently pull away the clawed hand and guide the huge, slick cock between his thighs instead, nudged up against his swollen cunt.
Koby whines low in his throat, squeezing his knees together hard, keeping Mihawk's cock snugly against his drenched pussy, rocking his hips slightly to feel it slip smooth and hot against his clit. His hands curl into Mihawk's fur, so tight his knuckles go white, feeling his own blood soak the sweater. Slurring the words a bit, dizzy with need and pain and bliss:] S'all right, m'here. I-I'm here. All yours, see? M'all yours, Mihawk. Not g-going anywhere.
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The taste of Koby's blood might have made him turn away at any other point in his life as the result of guilt. He had never wanted to hurt Koby. But this wasn't hurting Koby in the way that others had hurt Koby. This hurt was a pact between them. An honest trust that it wouldn't go too far and that Mihawk would never really use this against Koby. After the bite, he unlatches his jaw so that he can lap up Koby's blood, a silent gesture of near-apology and honest affection. A dozen kisses.
Mihawk picks up immediately on what Koby wants. Instincts rattle through him that have him growling loudly, snapping his jaws, and trying his best to not just slam into Koby in one thrust. He almost never just fucked Koby without any proper foreplay, but this wasn't exactly their usual situation, and he could smell how much Koby wanted him, could feel his pliant his body already was.
Koby squeezing his thighs together around his cock and moving to ride it without riding it practically drives Mihawk over the edge. It's one of the hottest things Koby has ever done and all Mihawk can do is just keep growling and growling, panting loudly because holy fuck.
For a second, he lets his hips piston back and forth, fucking through Koby's thighs and rocking against the slick of his cunt. It's amazing, but it's not enough, not nearly enough. Mihawk suddenly seizes Koby again by the wait, his large claws curling around him entirely and he just whisks Koby up into the air. He stands to his full height, his fur bristling, cock swollen and upright in the air. He holds Koby as if he's lighter than air, and to Mihawk in this form, he is that light.
He lowers Koby down to grind his cunt against the tip of Mihawk's cock. Then he begins to push in, sliding Koby down inch by inch as if Koby was nothing more than a fleshlight. He goes slow enough to be careful, but doesn't stop. Doesn't stop as he pushes so deep inside of Koby that he begins to see a bit of his shape bumping up against Koby's stomach. Then Koby's completely wrapped around him with Mihawk buried as deep as possible inside of him, right to the base, and Mihawk's eyes are glittering. He holds Koby tightly, pulling him slowly off his cock, almost all the way, then he pulls him back down, careful, just to see how Koby could take it.)
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Mihawk had only needed to drag his long, hot tongue over Koby's neck, slide it into his mouth and Koby had firmly decided that the night wasn't ending before he had that mouth buried in his cunt, working him into a shuddering, whimpering mess. But honestly, between how soaked he already is and how slick Mihawk's huge cock is, there's really no actual need for foreplay. Besides, this is about satisfying the wolf, and the wolf would want to take Koby, knot him (breed him, something whispers in the back of his mind) and claim him before anything else.
So even though Koby could've easily gotten off just from the glide of Mihawk's hot, hard cock against his clit, would've if Mihawk hadn't scooped him off his feet, he's not that troubled by them going right to getting that same cock inside him. Mihawk's always lifted and carried him around like he weighed absolutely nothing, but there's something different about the wolf doing it -- something more wild, animal, an ease that draws a shuddery gasp from Koby. He tries to wrap his arms around Mihawk's neck, like he usually does in this position, but Mihawk's too huge now, so Koby grips at the fur of his chest instead, hooking his legs over the wolf's hips so he can keep them spread as wide as possible.
Not that Mihawk needs the help at all. The tapered tip of his cock slips inside Koby with almost no resistance, filling him up deep, just like he's used to -- and then he keeps going and logically Koby had known Mihawk was bigger in this form, but it's one thing to see it and another to have it slowly plunging into his body, deeper than he'd thought possible. Koby is barely aware of the sounds he's making -- whimpering, shuddering, almost sobbing ones, trying to draw in his breath and relax and let Mihawk in deeper and deeper and deeper. It's not painful, it's just so much, so far beyond what Koby had ever imagined and he's so full and gods and monsters and heaven and hell it's so fucking good.
Koby sobs out another gasping breath when Mihawk finally stops, comes to rest, so deep inside him that he can nearly feel that cock in his throat. One hand drops, pressing to his own shivering stomach and the sensation of feeling the shape of Mihawk inside has Koby's forehead dropping against one furry shoulder as he suddenly clamps down on the wolf's cock, squeezing tight, thighs quivering as he comes just from having Mihawk filling him up. He's still coming when the wolf's cock slides almost free, whimpering in loss, trying to work his bucking hips back down, hating being empty for even a second. Koby's still practically drenching Mihawk's cock, squirting around it, but he manages to almost snarl:] H-Harder.
[He'd said he could take it and by god he's going to.]
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Koby had a way of seducing Mihawk endlessly. Mihawk wasn't really one who was often interested in sex, but oh, Koby...
Could anyone truly blame him? With how beautiful he looked split open on Mihawk's cock, human or otherwise? The way he took him so effortlessly, so gladly?
Then he's begging for Mihawk to go harder and Mihawk nearly blacks out. He thrusts relentlessly against Koby, hard and without hesitance. His cock slips in and out of Koby effortlessly, glistening more and more between Koby's own orgasm and whatever precum was steadily pumping out of Mihawk.
Then all at once, he's gripping Koby and slamming him down hard onto his cock. When he comes, it's in a hot burst, thicker and far more in quantity than it has ever been when he was human. Enough that he can feel some of it seeping out of Koby, dripping down between them. It's not until that moment that Mihawk realizes he's been growling loudly for the past few seconds, snarling, but not at Koby. Rather at anything stupid enough to be within a mile of them or so. Mihawk huffs against Koby's neck, whining lowly, mouthing again at where he had bitten him earlier.
That's about when he begins to swell inside of Koby. Mihawk nestles closer, whining even louder, because suddenly it felt like a life-or-death situation of needing to just be as close as physically possible or else. The "or else" felt unlike anything Mihawk had ever felt before. Like the worst kind of threat, worse than death, worse than torture. He wasn't a man familiar with that kind of fear, but right then, he couldn't even begin to fathom the idea of a life without Koby. A life without them- without a family, without--)
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And then Mihawk's pressing even deeper, and Koby's nails dig in tight, his neck throbbing and his body arching up and his voice going high and sharp and pleading as the wolf (his mate, his, all his) releases inside him. He might be a little biased after all this time, but Koby can't imagine that anything in any world feels better than Mihawk knotting him, the stretch, the burn, the fullness of it. He's nearly sobbing at how good it is, face pressed to the wolf's furry shoulder, body nearly senseless with pleasure, shuddering and quivering.
The soft, earnest whimpers rumbling through Mihawk's enormous form rouse Koby from that hazy, blissful, fucked-out place, his fingers twitching, moving, clumsily stroking at the wolf's neck, cheek, up to his ears.] S'okay. M'here. [Koby can't quite open his eyes, can't move except to shiver and pet at Mihawk's fur, moving to kiss the underside of his jaw. He nuzzles where he can hear the wolf's hear racing, breathing raspy and heavy.] I'm here, Mihawk. Not going anywhere, not ever. Never.
[It's the sort of promise Koby wouldn't have made while in a clear headspace -- except maybe he would, maybe he means it more than he fears it, finally. Maybe the sense of contentment, of stability and safety and home is worth it. Maybe he can curl his fingers into Mihawk's fur and whisper against his fur:] I love you, so, so much.