Warnings for this chapter: Alpha/Beta relationship, sexual content, Shanks is awesome


"Mihawk, I need a little attention, put that away," Shanks says, pressing himself against his mate and laying his head on his shoulder.

Mihawk chuckles as he wraps an arm around the slightly smaller man and puts his book on the nightstand.

"Light," Shanks says.

"Demanding," Mihawk chides as a hand twists in his hair and he's pulled into a kiss.

"You like when I'm demanding; you don't have to think of anything that way," Shanks says. "Light off, and these, too," he tugs on his boxers.

"You think you're ready for that?"

"Oh, Hawky, you don't notice anything when you're reading. I'm more than ready."

Mihawk growls and kisses him fiercely as he switches the lamp off, rolling the Beta onto his back and pinning him to the mattress. Shanks moans, arching up to meet him as he tilts his head to the side to bare his throat.