Crocodile sighs, trails his thumb along Mihawk's jawline. Takes Mihawk everything he has to not shudder and melt into the touch with a happy little sigh. Curls tail in on itself to keep it from swishing. “I freed up my schedule for this evening.” Perfect. Just what Mihawk had been waiting for. Not showing his elation, he hummed, showing that he had heard Crocodile. “Let me spoil you tonight, kitten,” Crocodile murmured as he bent down and leaned forward until they were breathing the same air, letting Mihawk smell the smokey and nutty aftertaste of Crocodile's cigars. Was the closest thing to an apology he'd get. Mihawk knew that. He didn't mind. He wasn't actually angry at Crocodile. Crocodile knew that. Was all just part of their game of cat and mouse. If either of them were truly bothered by it or not in the mood for it, all it'd take was a single word for the other to stop. If at all. Could understand each other perfectly fine even without words. Could almost always tell when the other wasn't in the mood, when they could push and when they rather not. “That is what you should have been doing all along,” Mihawk pouted, but he finally allowed himself to lean into Crocodile's touch. “I know.” Crocodile smiled. Brushed lips over Mihawk's. “I'll make it worth your while, kitten.” “I know you will,” Mihawk huffed. He would make sure of that.
Crocodile gets up with more force than necessary, briefly has to brace himself on the dining table. half stalks, half staggers over to Mihawk, puts hook around nape of his neck. Hand comes to rest at the backrest of chair Mihawk was sitting on. grips it hard enough to make wood groan in protest. “Be honest now,” Crocodile clicked his tongue. “What did you put into my drink?” “I did not tamper with your drink, my dear.” Mihawk allowed his lips to curl up into a small if mischievous grin. He wasn't lying. It wasn't the drink he had messed with. Crocodile's hand wrapped around his throat, his fingertips putting the faintest bit of pressure of Mihawk's carotid arteries. “Answer my question, Kitten. What. Did. You. Do?” Mihawk didn't know if it was the growl in Crocodile's voice or the heady feeling of Crocodile's large hand around his neck that caused it, but Mihawk shamelessly let the moan building deep within his chest spill forth. Looks up at Crocodile through his lashes. Licks his lips. “You promised to spoil me tonight, to make it worth my while.” “So you drugged me,” Crocodile deadpanned. “Did you think I wouldn't be able to sufficiently please you otherwise?” Didn't give Mihawk the chance to answer. Yanked him to his feet, flipped him around, pressed his chest against the dining table, which Crocodile made short process of clearing by brushing stuff aside. By some small miracle, nothing clattered to the ground, but the glass of wine Mihawk had been sipping on tipped over and spilled.
#WIPScrapyard #CrocHawk #nsfw
tags: aphrodisiacs (so dubcon), catboy Mihawk, bottom Mihawk
Crocodile and Mihawk are playing a game of cat and mouse (or crocodile, i suppose?) because this kind of push and pull teasing is just foreplay to them. They're weird like that (affectionately)
