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[redforce]

( shanks presses in, his hand dropping to set's waist, the small of his back, drawing him closer by touch and taste alike, licking past that plush bottom lip into familiar desert heat and always the lingering hint of spice —

and the world falls away, for a moment.

for a moment, nothing else matters but this: that you have loved me as you have, has been more than enough, and the swell in his chest, and the bright adoration in his eyes when he looks upon the man who is god and wife and chaos and desert and love. his love. for as long as they are bound to this place. )

And you, my Red Force. ( he would give that name to no other. ) You have my harbor, always.

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You silly thing.

[ With affection, he sighs the mild insult against Shanks's mouth; against the rough line of his jaw, as he rocks his teeth along the bone there, against the scratch of his unshaven skin. He bites, bites again, lower on his throat where his pulse throbs — feeling the warmth of Shanks's palm against his back. Wishing, briefly, it was on his hip, or thigh. Curled around his ankle to drag him back into an embrace. ]

I am busy, stop groping me already. I haven't the time yet to take you to bed.

[ He's teasing. Some part of him has warmed to the feeling of Shanks's hand pawing at his body, some part of him craves it, nowadays. ]

[redforce]

( a warm huff of laughter rises to his throat where set's teeth graze and bite, his hand dipping lower, squeezing at the swell of set's ass. it would be easy, to lean down and scoop his wife into the bend of his arm, to slot their hips together right here, where anyone could come across them. but he simply turns to chase set's mouth instead and kisses him once more, a quick, chaste thing. )

No?

( he sighs, playfully dejected. how cruel a fate it is to be left abandoned in such a state! then again, he knows when the wife needs enrichment, it is a losing battle to distract him from his goal for too long. but shanks, ever a child at heart, can't help being a little cheeky about it, his hand lightly smacking set's ass to get him going. )

Go, then. Play your game. Speak to your dead. You know where our bed is, when you're done.

( and, oh, he looks so satisfied indeed. )