(A soft snort escapes Mihawk. The closest thing he has to a laugh. The boy still hadn't said no and Mihawk knew he wasn't going to. He ignores the words entirely then because he had no problem proving how right he was in other ways.
Instead, he finally brings his mouth to Koby's. He didn't always kiss the men he sought after. It was an overly intimate gesture, after all, but that didn't mean there wasn't a time and place for it. Koby seemed the sort who might enjoy kissing a lot.
And his mouth is soft. Mihawk, however, isn't. It's a firm kiss and one that hardly stays innocent for within seconds, Mihawk is sliding his lips apart to swipe his tongue against Koby's mouth, pressing in.)
[The most embarrassing thing is that this is pretty much exactly how Koby's secret hot pirate fantasies go -- someone forbidden, dangerous, mysterious (and usually wearing a hat) presses him up against a wall and kisses him senseless. It's the plot of countless cheap romance novels. It's cliched. It's tired out.
But actually experiencing it is something else entirely. Mihawk is insistent, relentless, mouth firm and experienced and demanding. Koby's whole body goes hot, knees buckling a little, hands coming up like he's about to push the pirate away.
He doesn't. He closes his eyes and fists both hands in Mihawk's (stupid, hot, impractical) coat and holds on and opens his mouth without resistance. He can feel his hat being pushed off, falling to the ground, and there's the vague concern that someone will find it and wonder. But it's passing, lost in the shivery, mind-melting sensation of someone else's tongue in his mouth, hot and filthy and sinful.]
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Instead, he finally brings his mouth to Koby's. He didn't always kiss the men he sought after. It was an overly intimate gesture, after all, but that didn't mean there wasn't a time and place for it. Koby seemed the sort who might enjoy kissing a lot.
And his mouth is soft. Mihawk, however, isn't. It's a firm kiss and one that hardly stays innocent for within seconds, Mihawk is sliding his lips apart to swipe his tongue against Koby's mouth, pressing in.)
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But actually experiencing it is something else entirely. Mihawk is insistent, relentless, mouth firm and experienced and demanding. Koby's whole body goes hot, knees buckling a little, hands coming up like he's about to push the pirate away.
He doesn't. He closes his eyes and fists both hands in Mihawk's (stupid, hot, impractical) coat and holds on and opens his mouth without resistance. He can feel his hat being pushed off, falling to the ground, and there's the vague concern that someone will find it and wonder. But it's passing, lost in the shivery, mind-melting sensation of someone else's tongue in his mouth, hot and filthy and sinful.]