[Of course Koby's about to argue (when is he not, really, it's sort of a constant state with Mihawk), and insist that if not ugly, they're certainly not pretty, but those words stop him. Mihawk isn't the type to waste energy on empty flattery. So if he's saying these things...
He must mean them. That, more than anything, staggers Koby, coupled with the realization of just how deep in this he is. How it's no longer a passing, trivial fling. How maybe it never was.
And then all thoughts are driven away by the dizzying shock of pleasure from Mihawk's mouth on his chest. The sound Koby makes -- a gasping, needy sort of whine -- is deeply embarrassing, but he doesn't care. It's been years since anyone's touched his chest, including himself, and he'd half-believed the inexpert surgery would've resulted in a loss of feeling there.
But it definitely hasn't. If anything, Koby's especially sensitive now, knees literally buckling as his nails dig into the back of Mihawk's neck for stability.]
How did -- that isn't. That's. New. [Koby sort of gasps it out, shivering all over for a completely different reason.]
(Mihawk had a hunch that Koby had a bit of a kink for arguing with Mihawk. He endlessly humored the boy partially because it was cute seeing Koby get riled up about anything, and partly because he actually was that patient with Koby. He was worth the patience.
Anything about Koby struck Mihawk as beautiful. He hadn't been lying when he said he was his ultimate treasure. More valuable than the dozens of rare jewels and treasures he had found in his time as the world's greatest swordsman. More intriguing to Mihawk than the fabled one piece.
Ah. What fun they could have been having this entire time...No matter. Mihawk was good at making up for lost time. He sucks harder on Koby's nipple until he can feel it pebbled against his tongue. He smirks.)
Mmm. (He pops off of the nipple, looking ridiculously pleased with himself. )
Is it? (A bored drawl as he moves to Koby's other nipple to clamp down on. He sucks that one to hardness too, his other hand sliding up to play with the nipple he wasn't sucking at. He lets go of both, leaning back, exhaling slowly.)
I hope you don't expect to go anywhere else for the evening. You owe me. (His hands have gone to the waist of Koby's pants, already working them open and sliding them down over his hips.)
[Koby would likewise argue that Mihawk had a kink for riling him up -- everything about the warlord was maddening, like it was specially tailored to make Koby lose control. In softer moments, that actually makes him feel sort of flattered, which is probably a sign he's too far gone.
Right now, though, the teasing of Mihawk's mouth and long, clever fingers against his nipples is enough to completely block out any other thoughts. Koby's hands are knotted in Mihawk's hair by the time the pirate's done, simply to keep himself upright.
There isn't even a token protest, just a wordless, whimpering sound -- yes, he owes Mihawk, he'll make it up to him, anything he wants, anything. Koby always gets to this point, beyond his reservations, beyond thinking about anything that isn't Mihawk, Mihawk's hands, Mihawk's mouth, Mihawk's cock inside him.
So he gladly steps out of the rest of his clothes, knees wobbly, thighs trembling, so turned on that his boring, Marine-issued underwear clings like a second skin, absolutely drenched.
But he does find the words to gasp out:]
Not...done with the surprise yet. [One trembling hand reaches for Mihawk's, grabbing and guiding it around, pushing down the soaked underwear at the same time so the pirate can feel the unmistakable shape of a plug, nestled snugly inside Koby's ass.
(A fair argument, really, and completely true. Mihawk had a kink for anything involving Koby these days. Koby has become almost as familiar to him as his sword and he wasn't always sure what to do with that information. He had never exactly pictured someone for him in the life he led.
Yet here he was. Stopping by wherever Koby may be more often than he has ever bothered to stop by anyone else. He watches Koby step out of his pants, devouring him plainly in sight, his eyes soaking in how wet Koby evidently already was.
But then his eyes raise up to Koby, brows quirked in mute surprise.)
Oh...?
(Then he's being guided and when his fingers brush against something hard, he has to take an actual moment to remind himself to breathe. It's far from the first time he's ever encountered a toy like this, but he would have never in all his life imagined Koby would know about that sort of thing let alone use it.
There's an unmistakable glimmer in Mihawk's eyes. Full of surprises indeed. Were he a lesser man or infinitely younger, his stoic expression may have cracked.
He lets out a breath and moves to stand instead.)
You.
(A deeper breath. He lifts Koby off the ground and moves him onto the bed in one effortless motion, laying Koby against his back, sliding onto the bed after him.)
Are the most delightful creature I've ever discovered.
(An understatement. He moves south at once, stripping Koby of that standard underwear and tossing it aside.)
[Somehow Koby maintains the innocent, doe-eyed expression, even pausing to push his glasses up his nose with one finger. He'd been very businesslike about the whole thing -- he'd done research, finding that while the Marine library had almost nothing on the subject, there were plenty of side street stores with limitless knowledge. He may or may not have made a list of pros and cons of various toys (and almost definitely had to frantically tear said list to pieces when Helmeppo found it).
But it's all worth it for that reaction -- it's subtle, like everything Mihawk says and does, notable only in the slight brightening of those intense golden eyes. But by now, Koby has learned to read those signs, knows that he's thrown the pirate off balance, genuinely surprised him. It's a delightful, addictive feeling.
Being manhandled onto the bed is equally enjoyable, albeit much more familiar. It even gets a slightly tipsy, breathless laugh from the young cadet, who reaches out immediately, shaky fingers stroking along Mihawk's sharp cheek, his jaw.]
Good surprise? [There's a sweet, genuine note of hope in his voice, an eagerness to be praised that Koby can't ever pretend he doesn't possess. He craves every bit of approval, every sweet word, even more so because Mihawk rarely gives them. Being called things like delightful and treasure mean even more because of their rarity.]
(Koby is cute tipsy, Mihawk discovers. He should get him drunk more often for this side of Koby. He settles down against Koby and kisses him firmly, already hard against Koby's hip. It really would have been a disaster if those two men had had their way with Koby in the alleyway...Finding him with this toy inside of him. It occurs to Mihawk then that Koby had planned to come over and...
What a minx. He grins against Koby, hiding the rare expression in their kiss as he slides his tongue into Koby's mouth. As he kisses him, he strips himself of his own pants and his hat. Everything gets tossed aside without a care, a rarity as well from Mihawk, but there are more important things to appreciate right now than neatness.
He breaks their kiss to begin kissing down the length of Koby's neck. Once he reaches his chest, he takes care with sucking at each nipple yet again, one after the other before repeating.)
Have you ever- (A pause between licks.)
Taken a man like that before? (He's doubtful, but he wants to make sure anyway. Granted, the plug would have taken care of most of the work, but still. Some people were rather skittish about that sort of thing.)
[There's a very satisfied, smug look on Koby's face, triumphant at the success. Definitely worth all the research, not to mention figuring out how to actually use the toy. He'd said he'd been practicing, after all, no easy feat in a Marine base.
But it's all worth it, having the long, lean, muscled form of Mihawk pressed against him, kissing him deep and possessive. Even the alleyway is forgotten, in favor of Koby getting his hands all up in the pirate's hair, pulling him even closer, panting against his mouth when they finally pull apart.
And then Mihawk is moving back downwards, and Koby has truly created a monster. A chest-tormenting monster. The question comes in between those teasing, maddening licks and sucks, each one sending electric pulses of pleasure right down the young cadet's spine, pooling hot between his legs.
And Koby's so distracted, so thoroughly caught up in how good it feels that he tells the truth without thinking, breathless and whimpering:] N-No. Never been with -- anyone else, s-so.
[Which Mihawk probably already guessed, but this is the first time Koby's admitted it aloud.]
(No, Mihawk could imagine not. Not with how nosey some cadets were known to be. CoughcoughKOBYcough. What really makes Mihawk's blood run hot is perhaps the idea that Koby was thinking extensively about him in his downtime.
Enough to do the research. Enough to get the toy. Enough to practice. It makes something simmering hot flow through his chest and threatens to capsize his better sensibilities.
It's what causes him to physically pause over Koby.
It shouldn't be a surprise, really. Koby really was not the sort of guy who struck Mihawk as the sort to sleep around. Too dedicated to his duties and too shy. Still too insecure. They had never once discussed anything like commitment - why would they? They had only ever fallen together for the sake of sex, after all.
Yet something like relief creeps into Mihawk anyway. It's a foolish, stupid emotion. He was a grown man. If Koby had wanted to sleep with other men, it wouldn't have been surprising. By the sea gods, he knew he was hardly Koby's ideal sort. No, Mihawk always figured that title was reserved for the likes of Luffy.
Knowing that Koby hadn't though...He feels elated. He hadn't slept with anyone else since entering this thing with Koby either. But he was never a particularly sexual man to begin with. He doesn't realize he's come back up to look Koby in the eye, something bright and nearly starved in his gaze, uncharacteristically open for Mihawk. He grabs him by the jaw and gives him a firm kiss. One that speaks volumes: Good. You better not.)
You know who you belong to then. (A growl of words, utterly satisfied.)
[If Koby was more sober, the pause would've worried him, prompted a downward spiral of concern that was unfortunately very characteristic of him. As it is, though, all it makes him do is huff in annoyance that Mihawk's stopped doing that truly exquisite thing with his tongue.
But then the pirate is rising back up, meeting Koby's eyes, and it's surprisingly easy to read the emotion there -- dangerous and fierce as always, but also alight with a hunger Koby usually only catches glimpses of. It makes him relieved that his glasses are still in place -- he'd tried to take them off, the first time, but apparently Mihawk liked them? Strange.
In response to the look, there's an almost shy smile. Now that it's out there -- there hasn't been anyone else, there isn't now -- Koby isn't sure why he'd been so desperate to keep that secret. Because it's the truth. Luffy is -- both complex and breathtakingly simple, a symbol of all the things Koby had been too afraid to pursue for years. He's idealistic and unattainable, like trying to touch the sun.
Mihawk is intimidating, but he's real. He's flesh and heat and pleasure and sweat. Koby can reach out and touch him, know he's real. There's something about him that's addictive, that stokes the feverish hunger Koby usually tries to pretend he doesn't have.
The firm, hard kiss, the grip on his chin does that as well, sending the cadet into luxurious shivers. He's already soaked, has been since they got here, thighs pressing together to try and alleviate the insistent pulse of desire that Mihawk's words bring.]
Mmmhmm. [It's barely words, mumbled against the warlord's mouth, some irrational part of Koby wanting that hand to bruise his face, leave some physical reminder of the ferociously possessive words.]
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He must mean them. That, more than anything, staggers Koby, coupled with the realization of just how deep in this he is. How it's no longer a passing, trivial fling. How maybe it never was.
And then all thoughts are driven away by the dizzying shock of pleasure from Mihawk's mouth on his chest. The sound Koby makes -- a gasping, needy sort of whine -- is deeply embarrassing, but he doesn't care. It's been years since anyone's touched his chest, including himself, and he'd half-believed the inexpert surgery would've resulted in a loss of feeling there.
But it definitely hasn't. If anything, Koby's especially sensitive now, knees literally buckling as his nails dig into the back of Mihawk's neck for stability.]
How did -- that isn't. That's. New. [Koby sort of gasps it out, shivering all over for a completely different reason.]
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Anything about Koby struck Mihawk as beautiful. He hadn't been lying when he said he was his ultimate treasure. More valuable than the dozens of rare jewels and treasures he had found in his time as the world's greatest swordsman. More intriguing to Mihawk than the fabled one piece.
Ah. What fun they could have been having this entire time...No matter. Mihawk was good at making up for lost time. He sucks harder on Koby's nipple until he can feel it pebbled against his tongue. He smirks.)
Mmm. (He pops off of the nipple, looking ridiculously pleased with himself. )
Is it? (A bored drawl as he moves to Koby's other nipple to clamp down on. He sucks that one to hardness too, his other hand sliding up to play with the nipple he wasn't sucking at. He lets go of both, leaning back, exhaling slowly.)
I hope you don't expect to go anywhere else for the evening. You owe me. (His hands have gone to the waist of Koby's pants, already working them open and sliding them down over his hips.)
For wandering off down a dark alley by yourself.
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Right now, though, the teasing of Mihawk's mouth and long, clever fingers against his nipples is enough to completely block out any other thoughts. Koby's hands are knotted in Mihawk's hair by the time the pirate's done, simply to keep himself upright.
There isn't even a token protest, just a wordless, whimpering sound -- yes, he owes Mihawk, he'll make it up to him, anything he wants, anything. Koby always gets to this point, beyond his reservations, beyond thinking about anything that isn't Mihawk, Mihawk's hands, Mihawk's mouth, Mihawk's cock inside him.
So he gladly steps out of the rest of his clothes, knees wobbly, thighs trembling, so turned on that his boring, Marine-issued underwear clings like a second skin, absolutely drenched.
But he does find the words to gasp out:]
Not...done with the surprise yet. [One trembling hand reaches for Mihawk's, grabbing and guiding it around, pushing down the soaked underwear at the same time so the pirate can feel the unmistakable shape of a plug, nestled snugly inside Koby's ass.
Full of surprises today, apparently.]
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Yet here he was. Stopping by wherever Koby may be more often than he has ever bothered to stop by anyone else. He watches Koby step out of his pants, devouring him plainly in sight, his eyes soaking in how wet Koby evidently already was.
But then his eyes raise up to Koby, brows quirked in mute surprise.)
Oh...?
(Then he's being guided and when his fingers brush against something hard, he has to take an actual moment to remind himself to breathe. It's far from the first time he's ever encountered a toy like this, but he would have never in all his life imagined Koby would know about that sort of thing let alone use it.
There's an unmistakable glimmer in Mihawk's eyes. Full of surprises indeed. Were he a lesser man or infinitely younger, his stoic expression may have cracked.
He lets out a breath and moves to stand instead.)
You.
(A deeper breath. He lifts Koby off the ground and moves him onto the bed in one effortless motion, laying Koby against his back, sliding onto the bed after him.)
Are the most delightful creature I've ever discovered.
(An understatement. He moves south at once, stripping Koby of that standard underwear and tossing it aside.)
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But it's all worth it for that reaction -- it's subtle, like everything Mihawk says and does, notable only in the slight brightening of those intense golden eyes. But by now, Koby has learned to read those signs, knows that he's thrown the pirate off balance, genuinely surprised him. It's a delightful, addictive feeling.
Being manhandled onto the bed is equally enjoyable, albeit much more familiar. It even gets a slightly tipsy, breathless laugh from the young cadet, who reaches out immediately, shaky fingers stroking along Mihawk's sharp cheek, his jaw.]
Good surprise? [There's a sweet, genuine note of hope in his voice, an eagerness to be praised that Koby can't ever pretend he doesn't possess. He craves every bit of approval, every sweet word, even more so because Mihawk rarely gives them. Being called things like delightful and treasure mean even more because of their rarity.]
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(Koby is cute tipsy, Mihawk discovers. He should get him drunk more often for this side of Koby. He settles down against Koby and kisses him firmly, already hard against Koby's hip. It really would have been a disaster if those two men had had their way with Koby in the alleyway...Finding him with this toy inside of him. It occurs to Mihawk then that Koby had planned to come over and...
What a minx. He grins against Koby, hiding the rare expression in their kiss as he slides his tongue into Koby's mouth. As he kisses him, he strips himself of his own pants and his hat. Everything gets tossed aside without a care, a rarity as well from Mihawk, but there are more important things to appreciate right now than neatness.
He breaks their kiss to begin kissing down the length of Koby's neck. Once he reaches his chest, he takes care with sucking at each nipple yet again, one after the other before repeating.)
Have you ever- (A pause between licks.)
Taken a man like that before? (He's doubtful, but he wants to make sure anyway. Granted, the plug would have taken care of most of the work, but still. Some people were rather skittish about that sort of thing.)
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But it's all worth it, having the long, lean, muscled form of Mihawk pressed against him, kissing him deep and possessive. Even the alleyway is forgotten, in favor of Koby getting his hands all up in the pirate's hair, pulling him even closer, panting against his mouth when they finally pull apart.
And then Mihawk is moving back downwards, and Koby has truly created a monster. A chest-tormenting monster. The question comes in between those teasing, maddening licks and sucks, each one sending electric pulses of pleasure right down the young cadet's spine, pooling hot between his legs.
And Koby's so distracted, so thoroughly caught up in how good it feels that he tells the truth without thinking, breathless and whimpering:] N-No. Never been with -- anyone else, s-so.
[Which Mihawk probably already guessed, but this is the first time Koby's admitted it aloud.]
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Enough to do the research. Enough to get the toy. Enough to practice. It makes something simmering hot flow through his chest and threatens to capsize his better sensibilities.
It's what causes him to physically pause over Koby.
It shouldn't be a surprise, really. Koby really was not the sort of guy who struck Mihawk as the sort to sleep around. Too dedicated to his duties and too shy. Still too insecure. They had never once discussed anything like commitment - why would they? They had only ever fallen together for the sake of sex, after all.
Yet something like relief creeps into Mihawk anyway. It's a foolish, stupid emotion. He was a grown man. If Koby had wanted to sleep with other men, it wouldn't have been surprising. By the sea gods, he knew he was hardly Koby's ideal sort. No, Mihawk always figured that title was reserved for the likes of Luffy.
Knowing that Koby hadn't though...He feels elated. He hadn't slept with anyone else since entering this thing with Koby either. But he was never a particularly sexual man to begin with. He doesn't realize he's come back up to look Koby in the eye, something bright and nearly starved in his gaze, uncharacteristically open for Mihawk. He grabs him by the jaw and gives him a firm kiss. One that speaks volumes: Good. You better not.)
You know who you belong to then. (A growl of words, utterly satisfied.)
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But then the pirate is rising back up, meeting Koby's eyes, and it's surprisingly easy to read the emotion there -- dangerous and fierce as always, but also alight with a hunger Koby usually only catches glimpses of. It makes him relieved that his glasses are still in place -- he'd tried to take them off, the first time, but apparently Mihawk liked them? Strange.
In response to the look, there's an almost shy smile. Now that it's out there -- there hasn't been anyone else, there isn't now -- Koby isn't sure why he'd been so desperate to keep that secret. Because it's the truth. Luffy is -- both complex and breathtakingly simple, a symbol of all the things Koby had been too afraid to pursue for years. He's idealistic and unattainable, like trying to touch the sun.
Mihawk is intimidating, but he's real. He's flesh and heat and pleasure and sweat. Koby can reach out and touch him, know he's real. There's something about him that's addictive, that stokes the feverish hunger Koby usually tries to pretend he doesn't have.
The firm, hard kiss, the grip on his chin does that as well, sending the cadet into luxurious shivers. He's already soaked, has been since they got here, thighs pressing together to try and alleviate the insistent pulse of desire that Mihawk's words bring.]
Mmmhmm. [It's barely words, mumbled against the warlord's mouth, some irrational part of Koby wanting that hand to bruise his face, leave some physical reminder of the ferociously possessive words.]