!Trigger Warning!
Playing with a knife, cuts, a little blood
Oh, I'm just in awe of this little story from Tembii
It's something forbidden and a little bit intimate...
“Shanks…” He climbed on top of his lap, caressing his neck, tilting it back.
“Mm,” Shanks shivered, making that sound again. Buggy sitting on him, exposing his neck- His breath hitched as Buggy held the knife to his neck. His eyes dilated and his lips parted open.
“Aren't you scared?” Buggy whispered slowly, digging his fingers in gently, experimentally into Shanks' neck. Testing him.
Shanks swallowed shakily and gave a small shake of his head. Something about the way Buggy's hand wrapped around him made his head swim, his loins burn, his stomach ache pleasurably. He felt something. But it wasn't fear.
“I'm not scared,” He whispered back, tilting his neck with his own free will. He gulped. “You can cut me.” His dark doe eyes gazed trustfully back and forth between Buggy's crystallines.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
