Kinktober 2021

Summary: Day 6: Bondage/Overstimulation: Mihawk/Shanks.

Warnings: Bondage, Overstimulation, Sexual Content, Modern AU

Kinktober Day Six: Bondage/Overstimulation (Mihawk/Shanks)

His arms were bound over his head. Ropes crisscrossing over his arms. Biting into his skin as he flexed his hands. A thin layer of sweat glistened over his skin. His body bare as he stared up at the person responsible for this position. A smirk playing on their lips, eyes sharp as they practically pierced a hole through him. Hands gliding over his skin, feeling every inch of his body. Tracing over the dips of his hips.

"Mihawk, please." Shanks gasped, fingers teasing over his thighs, nails scratching along the skin that had Shanks attempting to curl in on himself before hands pinned them back down with his thighs open.

Mihawk twitched inside of him, gaining a groan from Shanks from the stimulation. The older man smirked, snapping his hips that had the red head's body rocking, hitting his prostate dead on. Throwing his head back and pulling a pleased moan from his lips as stars practically formed in his eyes.

Mihawk was absolutely fulfilling that promise to absolutely wreck him, and it was working. Shanks pulled at his arms, wishing for nothing more than to just claw at the older man's back. Twist his fingers through his hair.

Their bodies rocked together as Mihawk thrusted his hips. Smirking from the lewd sounds he was pulling from the younger man. The sound of their skin slapping together filling Shanks' ears as one of Mihawk's hands found their way to his hair. Twisting into red strands and jerking his head back that had him mewling.

He completely loved it when Mihawk manhandled him like this. He was a, in his own words, slut for it. The harsh treatment. The way that Mihawk ravished and used his body in every way that he pleased. Knowing every part of him that ticked.

He almost cried out when Mihawk wrapped a hand around his cock, pumping in time with the thrusts into his body. Shanks bit down on his lip, looking up to Mihawk though haze filled eyes. Silently pleading with him.

Mihawk let out a grunt as he snapped his hips harder, hitting Shanks' sweet spot again. Keeping his movements lined up and continuously hitting that exact spot. Shanks moaned out, groaning as he hooked his feet on Mihawk's hips, urging him to go deeper. Mihawk complied to the wordless request, freeing Shanks' hair from his grasp. Hooking his arm underneath Shanks' waist to pull him almost impossibly closer.

The red head was practically gasping as he listened to the bed creak. Nails digging into his palms. His stomach twisting as he felt his climax approaching. Mihawk twisted his wrist, hand moving of the tip of Shanks' cock. Swirling his thumb over the precum that was collected there. Shanks could only turn his head to the side as he heaved. "Moan for me, Red-hair." Mihawk drawled, teeth nipping Shanks' ear that sent chills down his spine. Toes curling as the hairs on his neck stand up. Goosebumps ghosting over his skin from where the older man's breath ghosting over his skin. It sent him over the edge. His climax racking through his body before he could even blink. Let out a sound. His mind was jumbled as he jerked at his restraints.

Mihawk's own movements getting sporadic as Shanks came. Hot spurts coating Mihawk's hand and over his stomach in white ribbons. The older man didn't stop his ministrations. Hand still twisting that had Shanks withering.

"God—Mihawk, please—" Shanks drawled through huffs of air that was being forced out of his lungs.

He jerked his legs, making mewling sounds, tears springing to his eyes as Mihawk continued. With a final thrust of his hips, Mihawk came deep inside of the red head. "Shanks." Groaning as he leaned his forehead against Shanks. With a few more small rocks of his hips, Mihawk pulled out of the red head, reaching up and undoing the bindings around his wrists.

Shanks didn't have the mindset to pull his arms down. Instead, Mihawk did it for him. The red head let out a pleased sound as he curled up into the older man's side. Arms sore and marks visible on his skin from where the ropes had dug into them. Fingers moved through red hair as Shanks lazily drew shapes into Mihawk's pale skin, the satisfied smile on his lips. "You look wrecked, Red-Hair." Mihawk murmured, lips brushing over his forehead.

Shanks sighed, exhaling harshly. "Good." He mumbled back.

Mihawk smirked against his forehead. "You need to clean up." Shanks groaned, burying his face in the croak of Mihawk's neck. "You're dirty."

"I don't wanna move." Shanks muttered. "I'm comfortable."

"And gross." Mihawk stated, shifting off of the bed and pulling up the red head with him. Shanks still had the smile gracing his face as he leaned forward. "Let's go get cleaned up." Mihawk whispered against his lips.

Shanks rolled his eyes. "Fine, but you're cleaning my hair."

"With pleasure."