Kinktober 2022

Summary: Kinktober 2022: Day Four: Body Worship. Benn/Shanks.

Author's Note: Hey everyone and welcome back to Kinktober! So, this time around, I didn't really feel like writing out smut, so I just stuck with implying it xD sorry xD anyway, On with the fic!

Pairing: Benn Beckman/Shanks

Warnings: Sexual Content

Kinktober 2022: Day Four: Body Worship (Benn/Shanks)

Who was the person who took care of the Captain after the Captain took care of his nakama? There was no one else who knew Shanks the way that Benn did. Knew of all his small ticks that he had that would tell him when Shanks needed to unwind. It was never really that noticeable, and Shanks did a good job at hiding it. He wore the perfect poker face that never gave away the mood he was truly in. He could be smiling and laughing alongside someone, but Benn could see right through it.

It was all in his body language and his eyes.

There would be a sharpness in him. A change from the normally laid-back and relaxed, carefree nature. That would change within a blink of an eye. A tenseness that would appear. How he would fake a smile in an attempt to hide the pain in his eyes. Everyone always focused on the smile. Within seconds, he could read it. Read Shanks like an open book. There was probably no one else on these seas that could read him the way that Benn could.

Then there were the other moments.

The moments that Benn loved the most.

Seeing Shanks just be free. How he would just be lost within the beauty that remained within the world, even within all the darkness that it held. Rather it was smirk that came to his face that told Benn that he was up to something. A hand on his hip while tilting his head to the side to let his bangs fall into his eyes.

One of his absolute favorites were when they were in battle. If Shanks was facing off against Mihawk. He held his sword like it was an extension to himself. Just another part of his body that he could use freely. How his fingers would curl around the grip of the sword and his muscles would move underneath his shirt as he moved around. Shanks in battle moved much like he was dancing. Showing the world what he was through movement alone. Rather it was haki radiating off of him, showing the confidence that Benn knew he held or even just his strength alone. Benn could tell what Shanks' next move could be just by watching his body. A twitch of his eyebrow, a quirk of his lips. A curl of his fingers. A twist of his hips.

Benn could never take his eyes off of him most of the time.

He was drawn into the sensuality that radiated off of the red head. With all of them, Shanks wore his heart on his sleeve, even if he didn't tell them what was on his mind. Benn would wait for the moment that they were alone. That Shanks would be at his most vulnerable. That's when he would finally talk. Even then, there were those few slight moments that Benn would know he was holding back.

Those were the moments where Benn knew every part of Shanks' body. Each and every curve. Every scar that littered his skin. Each freckle that he had. Where the spots that would send him over the edge were. The places that would gain a laugh from him from merely touching it.

How any of the tension that he held, Benn could get to go away within mere moments of entering the bedroom. Letting his hands glide across his soft skin. The moment that he would take to just rip Shanks apart by the seams. Leaving a trail of kisses along his skin. At each scar. Exposed piece of skin. It didn't matter.

Benn loved Shanks. Everything about him. His body. His personality. His smile. Everything. There was not another person within this world that Benn loved more than anything. Someone he would risk his life for within a heartbeat. Someone he didn't want to see injured even though they lived a life where any day could be their last.

That's why he used their private moments to just show Shanks how much he meant to him. Worshipping the body that belonged to the same man that held every part of his being. A man he trusted with his life. Shanks would wither underneath him. Falling apart as he let Benn's hands run over his body. Benn would do it with a smile on his face. Nipping at his skin, right in the place that he knew that would get Shanks going.

How beautiful his naked body looked underneath him. Above him. It didn't matter. Shanks was beautiful.

Shanks often shied away from most touch. Keeping someone at an arm's length unless he was the first to interact. The first to make a move. In this time, Benn was the one who would get to make that first move. Shanks would never back away from him. Leaning into it. Melting underneath his touch. It wasn't just his body that Benn would pick apart. It was all of him, and Shanks allowed it.

Benn would continue doing this as long as if Shanks would allow him to. Allow him to show him his love in a way that Shanks doesn't let others do so. Allow Benn to show his affection to him in the privacy of his room.

All those moments were worth it.

Seeing the flush come across Shanks' face, the only times that Shanks looked like he didn't know what to say or do. How he would pant as his body quivered underneath Benn's touch. The way the air would catch in his throat whenever Benn would enter him. How almost immediately, Shanks would relax. He was beyond beautiful, and Benn would continue to show him.

How flustered he would get whenever Benn would kiss him. Pressing their lips together either within a sensual, soft kiss or rough and passionate. It sometimes felt like there was no in between. Just one look at Shanks' body and Benn would know exactly what his Captain needed to unwind, and he would be there. Showing him just how much Benn truly treasured him. Showing that he was there for him.

If he was being honest, it was perfect to him, and he wouldn't change it for the world. Not a piece of gold. Nothing. Shanks was all that he needed.