Kinktober 2021
Summary: Kinktober Day 4: Cockwarming. Mihawk x Shanks
Warnings: Cockwarming, Light Bondage, Anal Fingering
Author's Note: Hey everyone and welcome back to Kinktober 2021 where we are jumping into part one of day four. The other day four is a different pairing but I hope you enjoy nonetheless. Just a note that if you decide to read all of my kinktober fics: Shanks will always have both arms cause reasons xD also, it's stupidly annoying to write him with one arm despite that being canon (and one of the most iconic moments ever) because I'm so used to writing out characters that way so I leave things ambiguous for myself cause I always imagine him with both despite knowing he only has his right arm. So just a heads up. Either these will take place in the Modern Era, or I will specifically say that he has both arms plus put it in the tags. This will be the same for my Whumptober fics as well. This specific fic takes place pre-Dawn Island and meeting Luffy. Now, on with the fic.
Kinktober Day Four: Cockwarming (Mihawk/Shanks)
It wasn't often that the two of them got to spend time together. Let alone time to actually be alone. Shanks was always surrounded by his men. Usually the main three being Benn, Yasopp, and Lucky Roux. The three always sticking by their Captain's side no matter what he was doing. Sometimes they would leave him alone when Mihawk and Shanks were dueling each other in favor of running into town for whatever supplies they needed to help make sure the Red Force was stocked up with whatever they needed.
With their duel complete, Shanks found himself back in his quarters with Mihawk. His legs wrapped around the Swordsman's waist. Mihawk's hands sprawled out over his ass, keeping him hoisted in the air. His back against his own door as he held onto the door frame to help keep him balanced. Their lips slotted together as they fought for dominance, which Shanks ultimately relented and let Mihawk take the lead.
Shanks had his own hands curled into the Swordsman's hair, twisting his fingers through the wisps of black hair.
Soft touches moved across his skin. Graceful in their movements. Just like Mihawk was whenever he wielded a blade. Fingers snaking their way into the back of the pants that Shanks wore, pulling a gasp from Shanks as he felt calloused fingers getting closer to his entrance. Teasing the muscle as Mihawk backed away from the door, falling back against the mattress on his back.
Mihawk flipped their positions, gaining a laugh from Shanks as he pulled away from him. Looking down at his younger lover with those piercing golden eyes that sent chills down Shanks' spine whenever he saw them. Mihawk was leaning over him, braced on his elbow, fingers ghosting over his tanned skin. Leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
"You're tense." Mihawk muttered.
Shanks shrugged, letting his arms stay wrapped loosely around Mihawk's shoulders. "It's nothing."
Mihawk snorted. "So, you say." He retorted. "You've always been a terrible liar."
Shanks grinned, pausing as he noticed the soft look on Mihawk's face. Not one that he saw very often. Mihawk was always a man of few words. Normally quiet compared to Shanks' upbeat and carefree attitude. "To you apparently." The Captain replied.
"Let me help you relax." Mihawk muttered, leaning in, and letting his lips ghost over Shanks' ear. The action causing Shanks to shiver and bit his lip to keep the breath from escaping him. "Just something simple. You're just going to let loose for once."
Shanks gulped as Mihawk pulled up, the glint in his eye that Shanks was all too familiar with. The Swordsman pulled Shanks up with him, grabbing the sash that had been discarded within the room, using his other hand to pull Shanks' arms behind his back and quickly made work at tying the fabric around them to where Shanks couldn't get them free.
The red head's eyes went wide as Mihawk practically manhandled him onto the bed. His heart skipping a beat as he found himself face first on the bed with his ass in the air. He would be lying if he said that he didn't like it. It was hot. He turned his head enough that he could see Mihawk looming over him. The Swordsman's hands trailing down his sides.
Mihawk's fingers dipped under the band of his pants again before he was pulling them down, revealing Shanks' naked skin to him. A second later, Mihawk had pulled them quickly off and tossing them off to the side. The younger pirate bit back the moan as Mihawk's finger swirled around the rim of his entrance. Mihawk's face disappeared from sight, but he heard his bedside drawer open before the Swordsman was back in his line of sight.
He couldn't help the moan that escaped him when he felt the cold gel over his hole. Mihawk's finger moved the gel around before it was breaching him. The Swordsman pulled out his finger until it was barely left inside before he was pushing back into Shanks. Mihawk pulled it back out, adding more gel before pushing back in with two. The red head let out another moan, shuddering as Mihawk pumped his fingers, hooking them and hitting the bundle of nerves within the younger pirate that had his toes curling. "Mihawk." He gasped out.
Mihawk made a scissoring motion, stretching the muscle. Shanks pulled at his bindings, balling his fists as the Swordsman continued his ministrations. Thrusting his fingers in and out of Shanks, pulling small huffs from Shanks as he pushed back against Mihawk's hand. Chasing the feeling of Mihawk hitting his prostate again.
Mihawk leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss to his hip. The older pirate retracted his fingers enough to add in a third one, bringing out the moan that Shanks had been holding in. Twisting his wrist and hitting Shanks' sweet spot. The red head mewling, a grin coming to his face as Mihawk turned his fingers again. Stroking Shanks' prostate with each motion.
The Swordsman pulled his fingers out of his younger lover, crawling up further onto the bed. Pulling his jacket off and casting it off to the side. He reached forward, pulling Shanks' hat from around his neck and placing it on the bedside table where Shanks always kept it.
Mihawk adjusted himself, leaning back over to Shanks and hulling him up by under his arms. Shanks found himself flush against Mihawk's chest. "Just relax, Red-Hair." Mihawk muttered.
The younger pirate let his forehead fall against Mihawk's collar bone. Burying his nose into the croak of the older man's neck. They have done this numerous times before. Mihawk knew Shanks inside and out. Exactly what made him tick. What made him relax. What excited him. Mihawk was just a piece of him that fit perfectly. They were ying and yang of each other. Polar opposite that attracted to each other without even trying. Powers that swirled together in loud clashes over the Grand Line. The older pirate was someone that Shanks couldn't live without. No matter what they may do in the future.
He didn't even have to watch Mihawk's movements to know what he was doing. He simply raised himself up enough that Mihawk could do exactly what he wanted. He bit down on lip in anticipation as he felt the head of Mihawk's cock at his entrance. Slicked up and ready. At the same time that Mihawk was pushing up, Shanks was moving his hips back down. Hissing slightly from the stretch and sting that followed.
He threw his head back as Mihawk bottomed out. Their thighs touching as he moaned out Mihawk's name. The Swordsman placed one of his hands on the back of his neck, pulling him back to lean against his chest. His other hand going to lay flat on the small of Shanks' back.
They fit together like a puzzle piece meant to be connected. The intimate way they were connected to each other as Mihawk turned his head enough to connect his lips to Shanks'. A soft tender touch before he was pulled back and leaning his forehead against the red head's.
The younger pirate could feel the stress already leaving his body. His body relaxing at the feel of Mihawk pulsating inside of him despite the lack of movement. "Just stay here for a while." Mihawk mumbled.
Shanks nodded, letting his eyes slip shut as Mihawk moved just enough to pull the blanket that Shanks kept on the bed up to his shoulders. The younger pirate sighed in content, curling as much as he could into Mihawk.
He could forget the world.
At least for the moment.