re: kiss prompts..... bennshanks 48 :)
48, out of habit! ngl it was hard to write this, but in a kind of nice way-- haven't stretched the one piece muscle in aaaages
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It got to be a habit, see. Benn couldn’t have told you when. Days blurred together on the sea, easy as drink. Easier, next to Shanks. He’d been sailing with his captain for a long time, and sharing a bed for the better part of that.
It went a little something like this.
Dawn crept out from under the sea, easy, and Shanks would lean in and kiss him. This one was warm, slow, a deep peaceful kind of kiss that didn’t want to go anywhere but where they were. Benn usually put a hand on the back of his captain’s neck and pulled him in. Shanks ran hot, and in the morning he was hotter, fresh from blankets and bed.
Benn felt burned by it, sometimes. Branded.
“Well, someone’s eager,” Shanks might say, smiling, not wicked but the beginnings of it.
“Yeah, captain,” Benn might say, dry, “you are.”
A rough laugh, an offended huff, a grin that never quite went away. All things that could happen after the first kiss of the day. First of many.
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ask game found here ! will only take a couple more, I am a slow snail writer sometimes and I'm pacing myself to one a day until I finish XD
