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Mihawk should have expected it the second that he got to Shanks’ house. The loud music playing that could be heard from the street. Though, in the red head’s defense, he lived on the outskirts of the town and his neighbors weren’t close enough that they would file a noise complaint against him.
Walking up to the door, he let himself in like he normally would. Shanks was sitting on his couch, a red cup in hand as he spoke to Whitey Bay. He could smell the marijuana already. The room full of smoke that assaulted his nose the second he had the door open.
Izou was sitting between Shanks’ legs. The red head’s legs crossed in front of his torso. Benn and Yasopp weren’t far from them with Yasopp’s wife. A few of the Newgates were straggling around. He noticed Marco, Thatch, and Jozu immediately. Some of the other people of Shanks’ friend group were around. He was sure there were more people, but he didn’t care as he walked in, crossing until he sat down on the edge of the couch. Leaning back as Shanks looked up a grin on his face.
The red head’s eyes were already blood shot. Clear to the fact that he had probably gotten involved with the marijuana usage. Mihawk couldn’t even actually tell if he was high or drunk. Probably both knowing the younger man. Shanks giggled the second his head fell back against Mihawk’s thigh. His nose crinkling as he muttered, “Hey, Hawky is here.”
“How high are you, Red-Hair?” Mihawk questioned.
Shanks shrugged, raising his arm up. “This high.”
Mihawk rolled his eyes, leaning down and pressing his lips into Shanks’. He could taste the sake on his lips. Smell the weed on his clothes. Shanks normally didn’t get involved with smoking weed with the others, but sometimes he would indulge. Usually becoming a giggling mess before he ran off in search of snacks. Mihawk would admit that it was entertaining to watch most times.
Shanks kissed him back, giggling slightly against his lips as Mihawk pulled away. The red head stumbled up, a hand landing on the top of Izou’s head to balance himself before he was practically bouncing to stand next to Mihawk.
Shanks appeared to be more high then intoxicated from the way he moved around. He didn’t have the same sway he would from his normal drinking. He could only assume that Shanks only had a drink or two at this point. Shanks leaned into him, chin balanced on his collarbone as he looked up through his bangs. Eyelashes fluttering as he hummed, a smile on his face as he leaned into Mihawk’s torso.
“I’m glad you’re here, Mihawk.” Shanks mumbled. “It’s always better when you’re here.”
Mihawk smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of Shanks’ head. The twenty-year-old looked up at him again, grinning like a mad man as he reached for Mihawk’s wrist, pulling him away from the large family room and towards the kitchen. Placing his cup down on a nearby table. There was no one in the kitchen as Shanks pulled him in, closing the door behind him.
It only took a few seconds before Shanks’ arms were around his shoulders, connecting their lips. Mihawk’s hands immediately found Shanks’ back pockets. Slipping into them without a second thought.
He could say this was some sort of perk. Shanks always got a bit more handsy. The red head’s fingers turned around the short hairs on the back of his neck, moving up into the spikes before he pulled away. That same grin on his face.
Lowering one of his hands, he reached down into his pocket, pulling out a rolled joint from inside that some miraculous survived within the confines of Shanks’ obsidian jeans. Mihawk snorted. It wasn’t often he got involved in these activities, but he would admit, the loose feeling he got from the high was something he did enjoy.
“Brought me in here just to get me high, Red-Hair?” Mihawk mused, reaching up and tucking his hand within Shanks’ hair, his palm curving around the younger man’s jaw. “That’s not like you.”
Shanks smirked, tilting his head into Mihawk’s touch. “No, I brought you in here to fuck me while we get high.”
Mihawk smirked.
There was always something about the chance that they could get caught that he thrived on. The way that Shanks’ face would grace a blissed out look on it. How he would look completely torn apart. Something that only Mihawk has ever seen. He was positive Shanks got off on it too, judging by the way he continually put them into these situations.
Shanks grinned as he backed up, a wiggle to his hips as he reached into his other pocket for the red lighter that he kept on him at all times. Rather it was for Benn or just to have it. He never left anywhere without it.
“You’re impossible.” Mihawk muttered.
“I’m fun.” Shanks immediately shot back. Placing the joint and lighter down, he reached up, slipping his jacket off of his arms, leaving just his pinstriped shirt on. He had his head tilted, eyeing Mihawk through his hair again as he reached for his belt.
Mihawk moved forward, looping his fingers underneath the leather as Shanks gripped the kitchen counter, sending a smirk up at him as he bit down on his lip in anticipation. The older man moved his hands, undoing the belt before he was jerking it from Shanks’ hips, discarding it on the floor.
Shanks reached back behind him, grabbing the joint and his lighter. Placing the paper between his lips before he was lighting. The glow of orange reflecting off of his face before he was inhaling. The paper burning right along with it. The smell of marijuana moving up into Mihawk’s nose as Shanks pulled the joint away from his lips and handed it over to Mihawk.
The older man took it between his fingers as Shanks leaned forward, slotting their lips together before he exhaled, blowing the smoke directly into the older man’s mouth. Mihawk inhaled at the same time. Some of the smoke escaping between where their lips didn’t connect together in the opened mouth kiss.
When the red head pulled away, Mihawk pulled the joint to his lips, inhaling another puff of smoke. Listening to the paper burn. Taking it away, Shanks pinched it between his fingers as Mihawk repeated the same action that Shanks had done to him. Blowing the smoke into Shanks’ mouth. A smirk on Mihawk’s face as Shanks moaned into his mouth as he slotted his leg between Shanks’. Pushing up against the already hardened member straining against his jeans. It had caught Shanks off guard, who was in the middle of taking a hit of his own. The red head coughing slightly as the smoke rolled out of his parted lips.
“Already on edge?” Mihawk questioned, more smoke rolling from his mouth as he blew it away this time from what was left over. He reached forward, taking the rolled paper back.
Shanks tilted his head back, a small, choked noise falling from his lips. Mihawk brought the joint back to his lips, inhaling another puff from it. This time holding the hit in as he handed it back to Shanks. Hands moving to his hips to turn him towards the counter. Pushing against his shoulder blades to bend him over the surface. Shanks had complied as he took his next hit. Letting Mihawk do what he wanted in favor of smoking down his next toke.
The older man reached around, unbuttoning Shanks’ pants, jerking them to unzip them. He could already feel the change in his own mood. The lighter feeling flooding through him. He didn’t smoke often, most of the times only with Shanks. It wouldn’t hit him hard, but he definitely felt the uplift of his mood.
He didn’t even take the moment to touch Shanks, instead choosing to pull the obsidian fabric over the curve of his ass, pulling his boxers down along with it. He hummed as he noticed the toy stretching the rim of Shanks’ entrance. The lube spread over the skin surrounding it. He smirked as he leaned over Shanks’ back, lips grazing over Shanks’ ear. “Someone was eager.”
Shanks smirked as he lifted his arm, holding the joint up for Mihawk. The smoke not escaping from his mouth. Mihawk had taken it from him, reaching for Shanks’ backside, grabbing the toy, and pulling it out of him, discarding it onto the counter for now. He had plans for it later now that he knew Shanks had brought it out. With the same hand, he undid his own pants, letting his own cock spring free. The member bouncing off the younger man’s ass. He reached around, pulling Shanks’ face towards him by his jaw, slotting their lips together so Shanks could blow the smoke into his mouth. Mihawk had inhaled without a second thought, taking in the smoke before he was pulling back, slipping his fingers into Shanks’ mouth.
The red head obliged, coating the digits with his saliva just enough that Mihawk deemed them alright. The older man pulled back, coating his cock with them before he was pushing into the still tight heat of his lover.
Shanks dropped his head onto the counter, biting his lip to conceal the moan that escaped him, muttering out a quick, “Fuck.”
Mihawk snapped his hips forward, bottoming out in one movement as he leaned up, moving into the still slicked walls. One hand settled on Shanks’ now bare hip. The other with the joint in hand. Bringing it to his lips to take the hit. It was small enough now that it probably had one good one left on it. He handed it back over to Shanks, who barely registered the movement in favor of gripping the countertop.
He kept the smoke in his mouth and lungs, waiting for Shanks to take the final hit. He pulled back, leaving just the head of his cock within the younger man. Rutting his hips forward, setting a pace that had Shanks rocking against the counter. The red head finally managed to pick his head up. Taking the last drag from it before he was placing it into the nearby ashtray.
Mihawk smirked, his now free hand reaching for Shanks’ face again. Connecting their lips, they both blew out at the same time. The smoke moving between their mouths and into their noses. When the smoke floated away. Mihawk connected their lips fully, moving his hand into red hair. Curling his fingers through the wavy strands.
Shanks moaned into his mouth, curses dropping from his lips with each snap of Mihawk’s hips. The older man wouldn’t last long between the tightness of the younger man and the sounds he was making and attempting to keep concealed.
“Shit.” Mihawk muttered, moaning as he rolled his hips. Hearing their skin slapping together. Shanks was making small whines with each movement. Kissing him almost in desperation as he reached back with one arm, wrapping it around to curl behind Mihawk’s neck. His hand sprawling out over the nape of his neck.
The older man reached in between Shanks and counter, hand curling around the neglected, straining cock. Pumping with each movement of his hips. Thumb swiping through the precum as he twisted his wrist over the head.
The red head’s legs shook as his walls tightened around Mihawk. Pulling a groan from the older man. Shanks spilled over his fist, coming hard as a loud moan of Mihawk’s name dropped from the red head. Before he was collapsing against the countertop, gripping at it as Mihawk quickened his own pace. Moving both hands to settle on Shanks’ hips to pull him back at the same time that he thrusted forward. Biting at his lip to conceal the moans that was leaving himself.
He shuddered as he felt the build up of heat in his abdomen. Snapping his hips almost harshly as he climaxed. Rutting as he rode out his high. Breathing heavily as he stopped, staying like that for a moment before he was backing up, letting his now softening member to slip out of the red head. He tucked himself away, redoing his pants as he reached for the discarded toy. Draping himself over Shanks’ back as he slipped the toy back into the spent red head. Hearing the soft whine leaving his lover as the toy slipped back into place, trapping Mihawk’s come within him.
Shanks had that grin back on his face as he propped his head up, letting Mihawk do the work of replacing his clothes back into place. Pulling his jeans back up. When Shanks finally stood back to his full height, he stumbled on shaky legs. Redoing the zipper and button of his jeans and Mihawk reached down for his belt. Handing it back to him.
Shanks turned, wrapping his arms around his shoulders again. “I love you, Mihawk.” Shanks whispered, leaning his head up to connect their lips once again into a quick kiss before he was pulling away.
Mihawk smiled, leaning his forehead down against Shanks’. “I love you too, Shanks.”