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Gram wondered if he was ever going to get used to that sight. Probably not anytime soon, he was wont to admit, but never in his greediest moment had he ever dreamed of this happening.
The strongest man was currently sprawled out in his bed. The golden strands of hair glittered in the setting sun. A treasure in his bed, as the large man stirred slightly at the door opening. Newgates grin was always as wide as his head it felt like. Huge and welcoming- a far cry from how they started off. Gram approached casually, setting the bottle on the table for After. He was going to indulge in the beautiful snack currently languidly watching him approach.
Newgate shifted slightly in the bed, starting to make a move to go after the alcohol, that greedy man. Gram certainly didn’t dislike it, he actually found it cute. But if they started drinking then Newgate would drink him beneath the table and they’d do nothing fun.
Gram threaded his fingers with Newgates, and used all of his strength and weight to nudge him backwards. Newgate’s smile grew even wider as he allowed Gram to shove him back into the bed. His blue eyes were pale gold in the growing darkness. Gram leaned forward, knocking foreheads together. Newgates mustache was in the way, and his hands were currently busy caressing Newgates. The large calluses, the rough skin from decades out at sea. “Tilt yer head up a little.”
“Pushy.” Newgate muttered back, even as he tilted his head up a little.
Gram responded with a kiss. Tongue plunging in to explore Newgate’s mouth. The faintest trace of curry for dinner and mostly the cheap wine Newgate favored lingered. Tongues intertwined as Newgate shifted his body to sprawl out on the bed. Gram pulled back, licking his lips thoughtfully. “You love pushy people. You only joined because my son claimed you.”
Newgate’s laughter rumbled beneath him. A deep, boneshaking laugh that made him just a little dizzy in anticipation. Especially as one hand disentangled itself to begin unbuttoning his shirt. Gram repaid in kind, free hand falling on Newgate’s pants. The man had eschewed his shirt and belt this close to bed time, and Gram was well pleased to find nothing beneath it. That made things easier, as he trailed small love bites down sun-kissed skin- Newgate couldn’t even register soft and gentle kisses, so the slightest bit of teeth was needed. The shirt and pants were tossed into the corner.
Gram stared down at the naked body with full delight.
Newgate usually kept his chest covered- which was fair when his tits were big enough to put some women to shame. One day he was absolutely going to get a tit job between them. Just tonight- He bit down less then gently on the exposed nipple. Newgate groaned, arm circling around him to pull him closer.
Grams fingers touched the tip of the slowly rising cock, feeling the sticky sensation of precum. Newgate shuddered beneath his touch, head tilting back. Newgate’s hand pulled away, careful not to harm despite the immense strength. Immense hands tugged on the last piece of clothing Gram had left, as Gram reached out to fumble with the lube.
It was shockingly cold, and Newgate might accidentally tip the seas if he just shoved it on in there. He didn’t want to remember the last time it happened. He’d much rather pull back from the red mark he’d bit into a claiming spot on the man’s broad chest as he balanced the small bowl in his hands. Letting the lube warm up slowly as he continued marking small lovebites into skin. By morning it’d all be gone.
So tonight he’d take advantage of everything he was allowed to do. Be as greedy as he could be. Long, thick fingers reached around to skim lightly along the underside of his penis. At those familiar callouses, Gram’s cock stood straight up. “Why’re you always so big?”
“You like it that way.”
Newgate clicked his tongue at such a response, but his steady, gentle strokes never stopped. Using his palm to lightly skim up his dick. Gram’s teeth tightened against skin- hard enough to draw blood. “Newie.”
“Mmm?” Newgate was smiling in his voice, as he dipped his hand in the lube to get a generous coating.
Gram chuckled softly, “If you go to hard I’ll shoot my load and you’ll be the one left frustrated. Sorry, but I’m a busy dad~ I can’t go all night long~”
“Don’t lie you damn bastard.” Newgate grumbled back, lubed fingers drifting across where the foreskin was quickly retracting. “You can fight for at least several days straight.”
Sure, but he’d crash for a long time afterwards. Gram would never call himself weak for a moment, but he was no monster like Newgate or any of the other Rocks pirates. Though it did feel good to kick Silver Axe in the face.
He left his answer die with a kiss, tongues intertwining as Newgate gently, firmly, but too softly stroked up and down. Avoiding using fingertips full of ragged nails that could catch on the sensitive skin. The lube was finally warm enough Gram could scoop up some, and unerringly find his way south to the damn tight ass hole that never seemed to loosen up. Fucking Newgate’s healing factor being so quick.
The tight hole clenched down on the single finger almost hard enough to break a finger, as Newgate grimaced slightly. Gram leaned in more insistently, aiming for the mouth. Newgate met him, their tongues intertwining again as his hand continued it’s far too soft and light petting. Fucker did it for a reason- it’d make sliding in that much more satisfying.
Newie rumbled low and soft in his throat. Gram kissed harder as the second finger joined the first. There was a suspicious creak from the headboard of the bed. The poor shipwright was gonna become a bedwright at the pace they were going, but Gram didn’t want it any other way.
Gram spread his fingers, fighting against the claiming walls of flesh that felt like they were suctioning down on him. Preventing him from pulling out as he flicked his fingers against those warm, soft walls. Searching for that sweetspot among the folds as Newie shifted his hips slightly at the pressure.
The headboard cracked as Gram brushed against the lump. Newgate’s head fell back, breath hissing in. Gram chased Newgate's breath in, lips sealing against his. Newie’s moustache tickled against his own face, as Newgate bucked. Gram pushed up, firmly abusing the prostrate. Rather then preventing the wild bucking, he rode with it.
A leg hooked around his waist, and Gram didn’t have the chance to so much as curse as Newgate slammed him closer. Gram was left half sprawling on Newgate’s frame, dicks pressed up against each other. He bit his lip hard to prevent himself from shooting early as Newgate shuddered beneath him.
Not quite shooting off yet either, but- Gram twisted his wrist, putting his full weight into pressing down, and was rewarded. Thick white strings of cum exploded outwards, covering their stomachs, as the leg finally loosened and lost a bit of strength. Gram kept up the pressure as he slowly slid out his fingers, eyes on Newgate’s face as the man moaned softly. His head tilted all the way back, exposing his throat. Fuck if his dick didn’t twitch at that sight. Newie could crush him like a bug, but was allowing all of this.
Including-
Gram split apart his fingers against the desperately clenching rim, as Newies hips twisted and shook. Desperately and silently begging him to fucking hurry up. Nope, no way. He was someone who liked to savor the good times. “Newie~”
“G-Gram- Nnn!”
Newgates breath shuddered in, breath faltering just for a moment as Gram added a third finger to the fray. He didn’t need it, but it was cute to see Newie glaring at him with no rancour. Especially as he stretched the rim yet again. “Fucking hurry up!”
“No, I like to savor the good times.”
“For the past three times Marco woke up and interrupted. I’d like to finish properly for once.”
Gram chuckled, “Isn’t the fact we’re forced to wait make it that much sweeter?”
Newie lifted his hand, resting against the back of his head. Not pulling him back, but- “I’m not a patient man.”
What a fucking liar. Gram certainly wasn’t going to say that out loud. Newie tended to end things violently if he got too embarrassed. He set his free hand against the cum covered stomach, running his fingers across the firm muscles there. He could feel them flutter beneath his hands. He leaned in to press a gentle kiss against the corner of Newgates mouth. There was the lightest of tugs on his hair, the wide smile slowly morphing into a petulant pout.
Gram ignored that pout, knowing he was skirting a fine line to work his way down. Teeth scraping against that exposed line of throat, making sure to leave a mark. Little red marks trailing down like a ruby necklace. Gram swapped hands, using Newgate’s own cum as makeshift lube as he sank further in. Newgates dick was quickly regaining girth and hardness. Gram set his nose against the hollow of his throat, breathing in deep. The scent of sea and alcohol was a heady, familiar mix. Two fingers tugged on his hair agin, a little more strongly as he sank his teeth into that soft and tender skin. A slight distraction as he located the prostrate again. Newie groaned, low and deep as he tapped a single finger against it.
Gram bit down harder, and was rewarded with a harder yank. Fuck, his dick hurt from how much he wanted to bury in.
Not yet.
Gram could taste blood on his tongue, tangy and irony. The two fingers tugging at his hair clenched as he went for the double attack- a bite strong enough to draw blood and fingers thrusting in strong enough Newgate’s breath hissed in as his entire body bucked. The shaky breaths filled the air in the darkness. He couldn’t see Newgate’s eyes anymore, but he didn’t need to. Especially not as Newgate reached around his waist and pulled him closer. A large thumb traced his lips, before gently guiding him back towards chapped, dry lips. Gram pulled his fingers out, pulling back just a little.
Newgate’s hand steadied him, as he propped himself up to use touch to slowly guide himself in. One arm remained draped against his waist, not pushing nor pressing. Just steadying him as he lined up slowly. Newie’s breath hissed in as he pressed against the puckering, kissing hole. No matter how many times they did this, Newie was always so damn sensitive.
That’s why…
Gram stopped with the tip of his head up Newie’s ass, and listened to the frustrated groan of a man trying to decide whether or not he could just force him to jam it in.
Gram chuckled to himself, as he swirled his hips slightly. The warm walls clenched around him, a heavy, heavy pulling motion that made him bite his lip to keep from shooting his load too early. Fuck if it wasn’t enticing. “Oi, Gram!”
“Yes, what is it?”
“Don’t fucking tease me like this!”
Gram laughed softly, as he unerringly followed his nose to blood to lap at it. Instead of responding, he licked at the small amount of blood and sweat pooled where he’d left his mark. He could already feel the scab forming beneath his tongue. Newie grumbled as his arm tightened just slightly-
Gram used armament haki to prevent himself from being moved.
In the darkness, gold flashed. Whoops he might be treading a little too lightly. He reopened the wound with dragging teeth. The taste of blood was a familiar one, as he licked and set his teeth even further in. “You’re not a dog.”
“Woof.”
“Dogs behave better then you.”
Gram rolled his hips, sinking in a few extra centimeters. The headboard cracked loudly in the darkness. Gram grinned as he stopped his hips from swinging. It was tough to keep hard and balanced especially as Newie insistently pressed against him. Trying to get him to sink in.
Well, Gram was. He just simply-
Fuck, who was he kidding.
Gram slammed in, aiming carefully.
Newgates gulped down wail was music to his ears.
It was muffled into cloth, entire body tightening down on him hard enough to crush if it weren’t for the armament haki protecting him. Yeah, that’s right. The scent of danger abounded, and he loved it as he sank his teeth into exposed flesh.
Newgate was tight, hot, and it felt insanely good to slide in. Armament haki crackling along his veins as adrenaline surged. Gram could feel more wetness between them- had Newie come just from insertion? That would be the first time. A smile spread across his face, and Gram licked blood covered teeth. Without waiting for his partner to collect his breath, Gram pulled back. As agonisingly slowly as he could. Making Newie whine a soft protest. A hand reached out- Gram caught it with his hand and used his full weight to smash down.
Newgate’s teeth ground to keep from howling, hand tightening against his so strongly if it weren’t for Haki it’d be shattered. Gram pulled back, ignoring the weakly stuttered out, “N-No, p-please- I’m still sensitive!”
“I’m not.” Gram whispered back, hips swinging back down. Newie’s walls and hands clung to him, muffled groans reverberating through his chest. He was on the edge, fighting not to cum yet. He wanted to hold off, especially when Newie was so weak right now.
The headboard was shattered- Gram could hear the pieces of it falling to the wooden flooring as Newie’s breath shuddered and shook. Gram moaned loudly as warm walls twitched around his dick, clamping down. He pulled back slowly, and barely managed to hold on as Newie didn’t want to let him go. Clenching down hard enough to prevent any normal human from being able to so much as twitch.
No, he wanted to have his fill for a little bit longer. He wanted to make Newgate lose control. Newie would sulk for a long time afterwards, but he didn’t care. He was far more drunk on the fact that every time he swung his hips he wrung out new and exciting sounds.
Gram could feel his armament haki cracking as he rocked upwards to directly strike at that weak point. Newgates hips jumped, entire body clenching down again. There was blood trickling down his back from where Newie broke through the armament haki and his heart pounded in excitement. “Oi! Gram!”
It sounded far weaker then maybe what it should be. “C’mon, c’mon, I’m close. Just a little bit longer.”
“G-Give me a second to-”
Gram didn’t wait, pulling back to rock up. If Newgate really disliked it, he could use conquerors haki to make him stop. But it was clear Newie had no real desire to do so. Especially as when Gram paused, Newgate hooked his leg around him to push him in despite asking for a moment.
Fuck if that didn’t almost make him lose control. Gram groaned, burying his head against Newgate’s shoulder. Newgate breathed in slowly, hand sliding up to tug lightly at his hair. Gram braced himself and pushed back. Beginning a slow, steady piston. Making sure to drag his dick against those walls, trying to rub on every crack and crevice.
Newgate’s breath hitched softly as he groaned and rolled his hips. Chasing Gram’s dick with every roll. Nails dug into exposed skin, scoring grooves. Gram rolled his hips again, scoring his goal. The bed cracked.
Gram didn’t pause, following up with another swing of his hips. Newgate writhed around him, groans and moans gutterally reverberating in his chest. He was not expecting Newgate to full on grab his hair with his full hand to tug it hard enough to claim a kiss. It was blood mingled between them, Gram’s lip splitting underneath the strength.
He came, nearly whiting out from the sheer pleasure of how good it felt.
What felt like a eternity and yet too short of a time, Gram blinked back stars. Newgate took a deep breath below him, hips shifting just slightly. Grams breath hissed in, “Wait, wait-”
“I should teach you a lesson.” Newgate complained, even as he stilled. Fingers still buried in his hair. Gram wondered briefly if he should grow it out, before discarding the thought. It’d be far too much work.
Gram pulled out quickly, breath hitching at the overload- despite the multiple orgasms in a row, Newgate was as tight and raring to go as ever. The sound of a match being struck was loud in the small room. The oil lamp caught, illuminating the scene. The dried and new cum on Newgate, the red marks made by fingers and teeth-
The smile Newgate had that felt as bright as the sun as he stood up. Gram yanked off the sheets, and inspected the half-destroyed bed. Yep, he’d have to talk to the shipwright, but that could wait until morning. For now, a new set of sheets, a piss, and maybe even a smoke would be nice.
It wasn’t long before Newgate emerged from the bathroom, clean. Gram ducked in to take care of himself. Reaching up to his secret cigar stash he had tucked away. He leaned out, and the offer to smoke died on his lips.
Newgate had crawled back into bed, still completely naked, and marks fading by the second.
“Hey, Newie, wanna go for round two?”
“Stop joking around and come to bed.”
Gram grinned as approached. Newgate reached out- brushing down the long scratch marks left. Frown growing. “I didn’t control my strength very well.”
“Doesn’t it look pretty?” Gram questioned brightly, as he happily slid up against Newgate’s body. He could easily grab a boob from this position, and he considered it for a moment. Newgate snorted loudly at him, fingers trailing against the long marks left behind.
There was no sleep that night, and the shipwright already had a new bedframe underway in the morning.