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Mihawk looked over his shoulder to his reflection in the floor length mirror, the soft tail attached to the metal butt plug swaying between his naked legs. His eyes roamed over the furry cuffs on his wrists and the perky cat ears that were nestled in his short black hair. The texture of the fabric and faux fur wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but the gauche costume wasn’t something he would have picked out for himself. He remained silent, the toy clenched in his ass, until he looked at the reflection to an excited Buggy, with wide eyes and an even wider mouth. Mihawk turned to the clown who brought up his gloved white hands to his own cheeks with a small slap, his lips twisted in a wide grin, his words rapidly pouring from his tongue
“Do you like it? I hope you like it, you look sooooo pretty.”
Buggy scrambled to Mihawk’s feet, eyes wide and glistening as he met the intense gaze of the swordsman. Without his great red cloak Buggy was much shorter than both of his partners, but what he lacked in size he made up for in how attentive he was, how much he showed Crocodile and Mihawk that they mattered. This was the clown’s idea after all, following a mandatory date night and discussion of kinks they had all wanted to try. Buggy took notes and made a list with supplies and ideas, insisting the two cleared their schedules for quality time to indulge. Mihawk winning the coin toss and his request of being edged was chosen. Leading up to tonight Buggy took great pride in planning and had presented Mihawk with his current outfit, a vibrating butt plug, the remote in the possession of Crocodile, but the rest just useless accessories.
Mihawk’s brow furrowed, “Why a cat?”
Buggy pursed his lips, “You’re like a cat. You don’t really like being touched, you like sitting out in the sun, you need your own chair in every room, you can be mean when you need your own space, and you are picky with food.”
Crocodile added from the edge of the bed, the side of his head lazily leaning into his palm, his elbow resting on his knee, “And you hiss.”
Mihawk’s voice lowered, eyes narrowing, he spat, “I do no such of a thing.”
There was a beat of silence, then Buggy smiled, Crocodile chuckled, and Mihawk huffed. The swordsman looked back down at the clown, “It is not my first choice, but it is not bad, the tail is exceptionally soft. Here, feel.” He offered the tail to Buggy who nodded as he gently pet it, he met Mihawk’s gaze, “Thank you for trying anyway.”
Mihawk’s face softened, he took Buggy’s face in his hands and kissed him slowly, “Of course dragul meu.” Buggy took Mihawk’s hand, leading him to the bed, where a waiting Crocodile watched him sit, lifting the tail before feeling the butt plug shift.
Crocodile leaned over and kissed the swordman’s neck, licking a trail down his jaw before breathing into his ear, “I am going to turn this remote on so you can get used to the sensation alright? If you do not like it we will not use it.”
Mihawk’s eyes closed as the hook hand pulled him closer to his partner, his hands on Crocodile’s chest, he breathed out sharply when the first vibrations rippled through him. He felt his body already melting, tensing under the toy, the springs coiling for an impending orgasm.
It stopped.
“Is that okay baby?”
Mihawk opened his eyes and nodded, “Better than okay. Keep going please.”
The vibrator turned on and Mihawk was once again in the throes of pleasure. He gripped the front of Crocodile’s dress shirt, not having a moment to feel ashamed that he was going to cum so fast, his exposed dick already leaking with precum. He rocked his body with the sensation, breathing heavy into Crocodile’s face, who murmured to him,
“Oh yeah, I know you fucking like that. You like that I’m in control don’t you baby. You love that daddy can make you cum without touching you, that you can touch me while I fuck you so good.”
Mihawk panted, his shoulders tensing, his lips open, he let out a surprised grunt then a moan when Crocodile tilted his jaw up with his hook and drew him into a wet hot kiss. The two kissed more intensely, Crocodile nipping at Mihawk’s tongue, but just as the swordsman felt the ascension of climax, the vibration stopped again.
His eyes flew open with confusion and Crocodile smiled, brushing the hook across his cheek, “Not yet baby.”
Mihawk’s expression was wild, his body screaming in want. He looked down to the feeling of soft hands on his legs, opening them, Buggy kneeling on a large pillow and he kissed the inside of Mihawk’s thighs. Crocodile whispered in his ear, “Are you okay baby?”
Mihawk’s heart pounded, his thoughts racing, and he licked his lips then nodded, “Yes, please don’t stop.”
Crocodile kissed the side of his head and murmured, “Yes sir.” He began to shift on the bed, kicking off his shoes to sit behind Mihwak, but before the swordsman could lean back into the man, he gasped when Buggy took his whole cock in his mouth. The clown hummed with pleasure while he deepthroated his curved partner’s cock, his hands detaching and wandering up Mihawk’s chest. One of the hands was pinching his nipples, one at a time, with the other was prodding fingers at Mihawk’s mouth, the swordsman eagerly sucking on the clown’s fingers. Fuck, Buggy knew how to take his cock into his pretty lips, licking the base of cock head while sucking in his checks to tighten the hole. Mihawk started to buck into the clown’s mouth, his hand reaching for that bunched sloppy bun, but his arm was pinned back by a hook. Crocodile chuckled,
“Sorry baby, those are the rules.”
Mihawk was too flustered to argue, but as he crested the hill of yet another orgasm, he felt Buggy withdraw, his dick falling out his mouth with a pop. The hands stopped touching him and he was left, frustrated and wanting. He opened his mouth to scold Buggy, who looked up apologetically, but then he yelped in surprise, the butt plug was back on, the vibrations increased in strength and speed. His fists balled in the sheets of the bed, his body trembling, he cried out in whining moans,
“Please Crocodile, please daddy, please, please.”
Crocodile was there again, in his ear after kissing the back of his neck, “Please what baby.”
The vibrations were building pressure again, his ass was clenching and unclenching, the pit of his belly warming. It was a feat of will to speak again,
“Please let me cum Daddy.”
Crocodile kissed his neck and pressed his tongue in his ear, Mihawk letting out a whimper, “Not right now baby, but soon, I promise.”
Mihawk hated how pathetic he sounded, he had never begged during sex, but fuck he had never needed to cum so much, he had never wanted to finish so badly in his life. But as he chased yet another possibility of an orgasm he felt the vibrations cease and he moaned again, his eyes flitted open to Crocodile rising out of the bed to lay Mihawk back. Buggy had already placed a pillow under Mihawk’s head and kissed him gently, fighting off Mihawk’s attempts to deepen the kiss. The swordsman barely heard Crocodile’s belt hit the floor, his partners talking in low voices, but then there was Buggy’s hand in his whispering to him,
“Baby what do you think of Daddy riding your face while I eat you out?”
Mihawk nodded eagerly, but Buggy brushed his hand against the swordsman’s cheek, “What color are you at baby?”
Mihawk forced his eyes open, looking up to a concerned Buggy and Crocodile, “I’m okay, I’m a green. I just–” He smiled softly, “I didn’t know it would be this intense.” Crocodile watched without his expression changing, but Buggy leaned down and kissed his forehead, “It's okay baby, we can stop if you want.” Mihawk snapped, “No, you will not.”
Crocodile shrugged and then laughed, crawling back over Mihawk, his thighs on either side of his partner’s head. Mihawk reached up to grip Crocodile’s hips, his nails digging into the muscular skin while his tongue began to eagerly lap at Crocodile’s clit. His tongue swirled in circles while Crocodile’s thick heavy heat already soaked his face. While the man began to ride Mihawk’s face, he groaned as Buggy had removed the tail butt plug, an apologetic sorry rising over the filthy sounds of the headboard slapping the wall with Crocodile’s rocking movements against his mouth.
But as he felt Buggy’s tongue at his entrance, Mihawk bucked his own hips, his fully erect cock flopping over the clown’s face. The pleasure made him see stars before diving back into Crocodile’s pussy eagerly slurping up his cum and nipping at the inside of his vaginal lips. Crocodile groaned, reaching his hand down to grasp Mihawk’s hair, accidentally digging the cat head band into Mihawk’s scalp. The swordsman barely felt the sting, instead taking pleasure in eating out his partner as Buggy’s tongue penetrated his ass, the tip brushing against his prostate. The clown pulled Mihawk’s hips into him, one hand pumping Mihawk’s cock, and other with fingers diving into his ass. The swordsman felt tears prickle at the corner of eyes, the pleasure was overwhelming, he was being touched in so many places, his partners were both enjoying his body and he could feel the build up again. He wanted to cum so bad, he needed to, his movements became more frantic, but just as he began to tremble with an oncoming orgasm, Crocodile stilled then shifted off of his face and Buggy removed himself from Mihawk’s ass. The swordsman’s lip curled into a frustrated snarl, but he felt the rough hands of Crocodile on his cheek, he focused his eyes to the man looming above him. Crocodile brushed his lips with a large thumb, “Do you want to cum baby?”
Mihawk let out a choked sob and nodded, “Please, I…I can’t, I can’t take it.”
Buggy appeared at the side of the bed, he put a hand on Crocodile’s shoulder and Mihawk’s cheek, “Okay baby, we are going to take care of you, just lay back.”
Mihawk felt the clown wipe his tear and Crocodile shifted to straddle his hips, Buggy’s stumbling around their bedroom breaking the silence. The clown returned and Mihawk hissed as he felt lube applied to his throbbing cock and he threw his head back groaning when Crocodile lowered himself on the swordsman. He picked up the swordsman’s hands to hold them and use them to steady himself, Mihawk letting out whimpers as Crocodile rolled his hips. He fought his temptation to rut into his boyfriend’s pussy, but then he felt hands lifting his own thighs to lay over Buggy’s. The clown inserted two fingers and spread them to prepare the swordsman with one hand, the other hand floating to Crocodile’s throat, squeezing the sides to ignite him to grind faster. Mihawk moaned at the increasing pace, but just as he let himself go completely he felt Buggy’s thick cock enter him. The clown used his free hand to wrap around Crocodile’s stomach, holding them together as he eagerly fucked Mihawk. The swordsman’s grip tightened in Crocodile’s hands, his eyes closed, his body sparking with the stimulation. He had been chasing this orgasm for what seemed like hours and now he was overwhelmed with the sensations. Crocodile’s tight pussy gripped his cock as the larger man slammed onto him repeatedly. Meanwhile Buggy was fucking Mihawk as if his life depended on it, a brutal pace with a cock that stretched Mihawk’s ass.
The swordsman felt his hips soak again with Crocodile’s cum and Buggy was screaming with delightful animalistic noises, both showering Mihawk in praise,
“You fill me up so good baby”
“You’re so tight for me.”
“Fuck baby, daddy loves riding your cock.”
“You deserve to feel good”
“Come for daddy.”
“Come for us baby.”
Mihawk’s hands loosened in Crocodile’s, his toes curling and eyes rolling, his whole body trembling in an orgasm that erupted with a force of a man denied. He then squeezed Crocodile’s hands so tight his knuckles whitened and he screamed, his climax finally sputtering from his body into Crocodile’s pussy and soaking Buggy’s cock. There was a glorious moment in the aftermath where they all panted, they all basked in the glow of a fuck between lovers. He shivered as Crocodile removed himself, followed by Buggy. Every touch, every kiss after felt like fire and ice, chilling and burning. He allowed himself to be cleaned up, the costume removed, and then he was tucked under a cover, to be between both men who silently held him.
His heart still pounded, his mind rushing with colors and sensations, but during his time post orgasm, he did not rush himself. He opened his eyes some time later to a sleeping Buggy, who had an arm around him, and a smoking Crocodile, sitting up reading the paper. Crocodile felt the stare and set aside his reading materials and cigar, leaning over to kiss Mihawk, “How do you feel baby?”
Mihawk pursued his lips, a coy smile on the corner of his mouth, “Like Buggy was right.”
Crocodile chuckled, “Don’t tell him that.”
Mihawk reached his hand out and Crocodile took it, “Of course not, then we have to tell him he’s better at something than us.”
Crocodile looked over to the snoring clown who had nestled his face in Mihawk’s shoulder, “You know, somehow I’m okay with that.”
Mihawk circled his thumb in Crocodile’s palm, “Me too.”