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Dracule Mihawk is anything but a selfish man. Sure, he’s a little aloof and he has a horrible time trusting people and expressing himself, but selfish? He’s far from that. Once he finally warms up to someone and is able to trust them completely, he becomes almost loyal to a fault. Crocodile and Buggy are probably the only two people in this world who have his full devotion, though. There is nobody in this life as precious to him as they are. In fact, a single smile from either man is worth more than all the treasure in the grandline and the one piece itself.
Mihawk would never in a million years betray them or intentionally hurt them, truth be told, he can barely stand the sight of either man looking upset or being in any sort of distress. He’s horrible when it comes to emotional support, and he knows it, but he still tries his damnest to make their days a little easier. Their wants and needs often come before Mihawk’s own. He makes sure that they’ve eaten three meals a day and they’re well looked after— He keeps an eye on Crocodile and makes sure he doesn’t go too long without any breaks because he’s a workaholic who sometimes locks himself away for hours and hours without even using the bathroom or eating, and that Buggy doesn’t get himself into too much trouble because bad luck seems to follow him wherever he goes. He makes sure that both men get the love and support that they need during the day and that they’re safe and protected at all times. Mihawk does the same thing during the night, except he makes sure that Buggy and Crocodile go to bed feeling worshiped and absolutely satisfied on top of everything else. Personally, Mihawk couldn't care less about his own needs. What matters the most to him is Crocodile and Buggy, and their happiness and safety.
However… There is one time of the year when he allows himself to let go. Even then, it’s not for long. For an hour, maybe two, he allows himself to be selfish and demanding. He lets things be about himself, and for once he pushes down all the instincts that drive him to take care of Crocodile and Buggy endlessly. That day is his birthday, actually— A day that he’s never truly cared about. Now that he thinks about it, though, he probably acts that way because they always tell him he should make his ‘special’ day about himself.
Even when he’s being selfish, he’s being selfish for them.
March 9th is just another day for Mihawk. He doesn’t think he truly celebrated his birthday until he met Red-Haired Shanks if he’s being honest. Shanks always made a big deal about his birthday whenever the two found themselves in each other’s company on that day. He liked to throw him huge parties full of chatter and alcohol, and the parties were more of an excuse for Shanks and his crew to drink than an actual celebration for Mihawk, but Mihawk didn’t mind. Of course there was also that brief period pf his life when he found himself looking after Roronoa Zoro and Perona. Zoro was just like Mihawk, he never cared too much for birthdays, but Perona was yet another person in Mihawk’s life who took birthdays a little too seriously. Their parties were small, but… comforting in their own way. There were always strange gifts too, like stuffed animals or even wine from Mihawk’s own wine cellar, but Mihawk would never complain. Now he spends his birthdays with Buggy and Crocodile, though, and his birthday parties are always somehow even more extravagant than the parties Shanks used to throw for him. Crocodile has too much wealth and a taste for the finer things in life, and Buggy has a deep desire to show off even during the most mundane moments of life. Mihawk loves them both dearly, but that’s a horrible combination.
Buggy’s the one who comes up with the idea to decorate the entire ship just for Mihawk if they’re at sea, or to decorate the island if they’re at home. He’s the one who says they need expensive decor, gifts, and food and beverages. Or he’s the one who says they need to go out for a fancy dinner or go see a live show. Buggy’s the one who always says they need to do something memorable even when Mihawk says it isn’t necessary. Of course, Crocodile always goes along with whatever Buggy wants, as long as it isn’t too troublesome for him or he doesn’t find something tacky and overly sentimental.
This year they’re at sea for Mihawk’s birthday. When he wakes up, the ship is already decorated in overly colorful decorations that seem to conflict with each other, and any time he’s roaming around their flagship, he has to resist the urge to gouge his own eyes out with the small blade that he keeps around his neck. Their ship was already… Hideous, and that’s putting it nicely. The big top blaster (He despises even the name.) is nothing more than a traveling circus but in ship form. Its colors are bright and vibrant, and attract needless attention in Mihawk’s opinion. It somehow looks worse with Buggy’s gaudy party decorations, though. There’s way too many balloons tied down around the ship, and Mihawk thinks all the colorful garlands that Buggy and his men have hung around are tacky. Oh, and, the party hats that everyone (except for Crocodile) is wearing are awful as well. He’s not a fan of how they decorated the dining room in various shades of red and white either, and wonders if that was more for Buggy than him. Or maybe Buggy thinks Mihawk’s favorite color is red? It isn’t, though, he doesn’t care about such trivial things, and he’s told him that repeatedly. Last year the decorations were black and purple, and the year before that they were gold and green. Maybe Buggy’s just trying out various color combinations until Mihawk finally says he likes one, but Mihawk isn’t completely sure what his beloved is thinking.
Party decor aside, the day is fine. It’s slightly exhausting because Buggy makes Mihawk’s birthday celebration a whole day long event instead of something that should be limited to an hour at most, but Mihawk doesn’t complain. (He never complains, though) The gifts are fine too. Every year the crew seems to struggle to figure out what Mihawk likes and dislikes, so wine ends up being the gift he receives the most by default. However, Crocodile and Buggy do buy him a nice suit and a new sword as well as some more wine like the others do- It’s nice, really. Mihawk has nothing to complain about.
(Despite his intimidating reputation, he really is too easy-going at times, and his birthdays just highlight that fact.)
After an excellent salmon dinner and a relaxing bath together, Mihawk, Crocodile, and Buggy find themselves back in their bedroom for the night. Mihawk’s grateful for everything, but he’s rather relieved that the day is over with and that he doesn’t have to put on any more happy smiles, socialize endlessly, and thank everyone for their birthday wishes or gifts any more.
He’s in the midst of brushing out Buggy’s hair, when Crocodile comes up behind him and wraps an arm around his waist. “You spoil his ass too much,” He grumbles into the crook of Mihawk’s neck. “We’re supposed to be taking care of you tonight, not the other way around.”
“I wanted to do this for him.” Mihawk simply replies. He often enjoys small, intimate moments like this and the warmth and pleasure they bring him and his partners. Besides, he’s just brushing Buggy’s hair, he’s not truly spoiling Buggy like Crocodile claims he is.
Crocodile shakes his head and chuckles, “That’s part of the problem, baby.” He replies as he gently takes the brush that Mihawk’s holding out of his hand and tosses it onto the nearby vanity that Buggy’s sitting in front of. “Today’s all about you, Hawkeye, remember?” Yes, Yes, Mihawk remembers. Buggy and Crocodile have only told him today is all about him a dozen or so times today.
Mihawk exhales a soft sigh, “Of course, I remember.”
“Then be a little selfish,” Crocodile tells him as he presses an affectionate kiss against the side of Mihawk’s neck. “Don’t think about me and Buggy, just let loose for once, will you? You take care of us enough.” While he realizes that Crocodile has a point, Mihawk is still a little hesitant to let go completely.
“Crocodile’s right,” Buggy says, suddenly speaking up. He turns his head around and looks up at Mihawk with a soft expression, “Today’s about you, we should be taking care of you and doing what you want to do.”
Crocodile hums, “So, tell us what you want, Birthday boy. We’re all ears. Do you want to cuddle or are you up for something a little more exciting?”
“...” Mihawk takes a moment to think about the question. Honestly, he’s fine with anything, but that’s part of the problem, isn’t it? What does he really want? He wonders before he wordlessly motions for Buggy to get out of his seat and pulls him into a kiss. Buggy’s lips are incredibly soft and warm, and Mihawk can faintly taste a hint of vanilla chapstick on them as their lips brush slowly against each other. It’s then that he decides he’ll just have to see where the night takes them instead of making any definitive plans.
Some soft kisses are a good starting point, though. He wants to kiss his partners and be close to them after a long day. That counts as being selfish, doesn’t it? Okay, so maybe it doesn’t, but he’s trying to get into a more selfish mindset, he really is. Mihawk pulls away from Buggy’s lips with a smile before he turns his head slightly and gives Crocodile some attention. He kisses him just as tenderly as he kissed Buggy less than a minute ago, however things quickly become a little heated. He can still taste hints of red wine on Crocodile’s lips and the flavor makes their kiss a little bitter, but he’s too caught up in the moment to care about something trivial like that.
Mihawk keeps things moving along at a steady, controlled pace and takes turns kissing both Crocodile and Buggy, making sure that he gets his fill of both men. Each kiss is addictive in its own way, and Mihawk soon finds himself wanting more than just slow, passionate kisses. He instructs the other two to touch him – it doesn’t matter where – he just wants to feel their hands on him.
Buggy and Crocodile’s rough, eager touches as well as their hot, messy kisses leave Mihawk breathless and more than a little turned on. They move in perfect unity, one kisses Mihawk’s lips while the other kisses his neck or palms the front of his pants, then they switch when Mihawk’s ready to.
Mihawk somehow feels like he’s both in complete control of the situation and at the other two’s mercy at the same time. He breaks a rather intense kiss with Buggy to try and catch his breath and get his head straight but doing so is rather difficult. Just because the kisses stop, doesn’t mean the touches stop. Crocodile and Buggy continue to touch and caress any part of Mihawk that they can get their hands on while exchanging brief kisses of their own, and Mihawk leans into their calloused hands, quickly falling apart.
Soon enough, the three men are clumsily making their way towards the large bed in the center of the room, still unable to keep their hands off of each other. Mihawk has a seat at the foot of the bed after finally managing to pry himself away from the other two. “Buggy, come here,” He orders, still panting slightly, “Get on your knees.”
“Why is it always me?” Buggy mutters under his breath, “Why is it never Crocodile?” he asks. There’s a simple answer to that, really: Crocodile is nowhere near as dedicated to giving head as Buggy is. Crocodile likes to rush things, whilst Buggy takes his time and makes sure his partners are fully satisfied even if it causes him to have a sore jaw afterwards. Also, he’s usually fine with Mihawk fucking his throat raw. (But Mihawk won’t say that out loud)
“Oh, but you’re so good at using that pretty little mouth of yours,” Mihawk replies, hoping to pacify Buggy a little. “Won’t you come over here and make me feel good, darling?” He asks in a sweet tone.
Buggy rolls his eyes, but they both know it’s just for show because he almost immediately sinks down to his knees in front of Mihawk. “You always say that.” he mutters as he palms Mihawk through his pants. It’s true, Mihawk does often praise Buggy and his sinful mouth, but he means each and every word he says. Buggy is ridiculously good at sucking cock and they all know it, so why not be open and honest about it?
Crocodile laughs as he has a seat next to Mihawk on their bed, “What are you complaining for? He complimented you, didn’t he? You should be thanking him for doing that because I would have just told you to shut up and shoved my dick down your throat instead.”
He has such a way with words.
The glare Buggy gives Crocodile is equal parts adorable and comedic. “I’m going to pretend that I didn’t hear that,” He grumbles, which is honestly the best thing to do when Crocodile has said something particularly crude. Buggy undoes Mihawk’s pants and carefully pulls his cock free before he gives him a few slow strokes.
The steady movements of Buggy’s hand is enough to send tiny waves of pleasure through Mihawk’s body, and he exhales a soft sigh at the feeling. He finds himself struggling to keep his hips still and wanting to just thrust into Buggy’s loose fist, but he doesn’t allow himself to chase after the pleasure he wants, not yet, at least. Somewhere at the back of his head he can hear Crocodile telling him to just let go, but he doesn’t want to seem too eager.
His resolve almost crumbles in a matter of seconds, though, when Buggy wets his lips and parts them before he slowly begins to take Mihawk into his mouth. Good fucking lord. Mihawk thinks as he instinctively sinks his nails into Buggy’s scalp. “Buggy,” he gasps out quietly, but he doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence because Crocodile grabs him by the chin and pulls him in for another rough kiss.
Mihawk tries to focus on kissing Crocodile back, but it’s hard to concentrate while Buggy is teasing his cock with his tongue. His touch is frustratingly arousing, and if Mihawk didn’t have Crocodile’s tongue in his mouth, he’d probably tell Buggy to suck his dick properly instead of screwing around.
Crocodile must be a mind reader, though, (or maybe he was just watching Buggy) because he breaks their kiss, “Stop fucking around, Buggy.” he orders as he begins to press Buggy’s head down Mihawk’s length, making him take more of his cock into his mouth, “Come on, open wide.”
Buggy whines noisily in response to the rough treatment, but still lets Crocodile guide his head downwards anyways, and Mihawk couldn’t be more grateful. “Good boy, that's it.” Crocodile praises before he goes back to kissing Mihawk.
“Be more gentle with him,” Mihawk mutters in between kisses, though he’ll probably sound like a hypocrite by the end of the night and he knows it.
“He’s fine, he’s not complaining,” Crocodile replies as his hands begin to roam all over Mihawk’s body again. “Well, not any more than usual. He’ll let me know if I'm being too rough.” While that’s all true, Mihawk still can’t help but feel a little protective of Buggy. “Quit worrying about everything, will you? Just let go.” He tells Mihawk yet again.
Right, He needs to just let go and enjoy himself. The other two will let him know if he takes things too far or if they don’t want to do something. It’s Mihawk’s birthday, and he can be selfish and demanding for once– just for Crocodile and Buggy.
Oh, he’s horrible at this.
Mihawk exhales a low, shaky breath once Buggy’s taken him into his mouth completely, and it’s only then that he begins to lose his grip on his control. “Go faster,” He almost immediately orders as Buggy begins to move his head, needing a lot more than what Buggy’s giving him.
Crocodile scoffs from his side, now pressing more kisses into Mihawk’s skin and leaving small bruises along the way “You can be more demanding than that, can’t you?” Oh, be quiet for once in your life, Mihawk thinks but the words never leave his mouth. “Come on, baby, just let go already. Use his mouth, it's okay. He wants you to, don't you Buggy?”
“Mm...” Buggy confirms with a small hum that sends a jolt of pleasure down Mihawk’s spine.
Just let go, Mihawk tells himself as pulls Buggy’s hair back into a long, blue ponytail, holding it in place with his hands as Buggy continues to bob his head up and down quickly. Another soft, shaky sigh falls from his lips as he slowly begins to rock his hips forward.
Crocodile grins, “There you go, Hawkeye. Does that feel good, baby?”
Oh, words can’t even begin to explain how good Buggy’s hot, velvety mouth feels around him right now, so he simply groans in response and nods his head quickly. Crocodile leans over so he can whisper into Mihawk’s ear and chuckles lowly, “Make him gag on it.”
One of these days Crocodile’s filthy mouth and his tendency to say whatever is on his mind will be the death of Mihawk. Mihawk shouldn’t listen to him, he should remind him that he’s in charge for tonight instead, but it’s hard to argue with Crocodile once he starts putting ideas like that into his head. “Be quiet or I'll have you trade places with him.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?” Crocodile asks as he begins to take Mihawk’s shirt off for him. Both if he doesn’t learn how to keep quiet. Despite everything, though, Mihawk still follows Crocodile’s orders. His grip on Buggy’s hair tightens and he lifts his hips up off the bed and begins to fuck into Buggy’s mouth with a series of quick, deep thrusts.
It’s then that Mihawk glances over at the full length mirror in the corner of the room and is instantly mesmerized by the sight of his own flushed body, slightly pink and covered in lovebites thanks mainly to Crocodile. He watches himself in motion, finding the sight of himself fucking Buggy’s face painfully erotic. It’s not just the act on its own that turns him on, it’s also the sight of Buggy between his thighs, and Mihawk’s own subtle expressions that add fuel to an already raging fire.
Buggy’s jaw goes slack and he rests his hands on top of Mihawk’s thighs as he lets him freely use his mouth. He glances up at Mihawk occasionally with watery half lidded eyes, and that’s just about the only thing that can rip Mihawk’s gaze away from the mirror. That look does something to Mihawk. He’s never seen a more beautiful man in his entire life.
He wants to ruin him.
Mihawk closes his eyes and loses himself to the pleasure that he’s feeling. He doesn’t think, he just allows his desires to run wild and his body to do whatever it wants. Right now, he only wants to feel more of Buggy’s warm mouth, he truly doesn’t care about anything else. His hips start moving faster and he practically has a death grip on Buggy’s head, but he can’t stop himself from taking what he wants. It doesn't help that Crocodile is in his ear the entire time, egging him on and telling him to put Buggy’s big mouth to good use either. God, Mihawk doesn’t understand how someone can be so arousing and irritating at the same time, and he briefly considers shutting Crocodile once and for all before his attention goes back to Buggy.
Buggy gags slightly and squeezes Mihawk’s upper thigh gently, and the world’s strongest swordsman instantly loosens his grip on Buggy’s head and slows his hips down a little, moving at a slightly gentler pace. “Sorry, darling.” he mutters breathlessly between thrusts, and Buggy gives him another small squeeze, signaling everything is fine. God, he’s perfect.
There’s a noticeable tent in the front of Buggy’s pants but he doesn’t touch himself, instead he keeps his hands where Mihawk can see them. He really is perfect – so good, so pretty, so obedient. Mihawk gradually slows his pace more before he lets go of Buggy hair, opting to stroke his head affectionately instead.
Buggy lifts his head up from Mihawk’s lap, “Am I doing good?” He asks in a hoarse voice, now looking up at Mihawk with big, beautiful eyes. He wraps his hand around his cock again, his grip firm as he jerks him off. He looks like a mess with his makeup smeared and his splayed out in all different directions.
“Of course you are, darling. You’re making me feel incredible,” Mihawk confirms in a rather affectionate tone, and at the small praise, Buggy smiles happily and leans into Mihawk’s touch. So cute, Mihawk thinks and he practically has to hold himself back from grabbing Buggy by the back of his head again and picking up where they left off.
Quite naturally, the third member of their trio has to ruin the soft, affectionate moment, though. Crocodile has his moments of softness, of course, but this isn’t one of them. “Buggy, spit on his cock for me, baby,” He orders, and Mihawk almost gets whiplash from the sudden command.
Going from soft and affectionate back to filthy and passionate is a bit jarring but Mihawk barely has the chance to react before Buggy’s spits loudly onto his cock like Crocodile orders him to. The sight along with the sound is almost enough to make Mihawk moan. He should be appalled but he’s turned on instead.
Crocodile takes over for Buggy and grabs Mihawk’s cock with his giant hand. He uses Buggy’s spit as lube as he begins to quickly pump Mihawk’s cock with a closed fist. “God, Crocodile,” He groans quietly. With almost all his control gone now, Mihawk lifts his hips up and quickly fucks into Crocodile’s hand. It’s not as good as Buggy’s mouth, but it’s a close second while said man takes a much needed break
Crocodile and Buggy’s lips and hands are all over Mihawk yet again. Crocodile’s lips are against Mihawk’s ear as he whispers into his ear in a low, gruff voice, whilst Buggy’s lips are all over Mihawk’s inner thighs and occasionally travels down to his balls, the same can be said about his hands.
It’s only when Buggy pulls Mihawk’s pants all the way off that Mihawk remembers the damn things are still halfway on in the first place. He also takes note of how the other two are still fully clothed while he’s now fully naked. He feels exposed for a moment, but being the only one naked is the last thing he should care about right now.
Mihawk glances over at the mirror again and his breath catches in his throat at the sight of himself naked with two beautiful men all over him. He doesn’t usually think too much about his appearance, but tonight he can’t help but think he looks…pretty. Wait a second, he’s pretty?
Mihawk stares at himself for a moment longer, taking every detail about himself in at that moment. He starts at his messy, jet black hair and slowly lets his gaze travel down to his chiseled abs; in between that, he lets his gaze linger over his neck again as well as his own chest. It’s like he’s realizing his own beauty for the first time, and he doesn’t know what to do about it other than continuously look at himself.
He has to be pretty, how else would he have managed to get not one, but two extremely attractive partners?
Mihawk’s hips are still moving furiously as he watches every movement he, Buggy, and Crocodile make. He bites his lip as he feels his orgasm creep up on him. No, not yet. He knows there’s nothing stopping him from coming but Mihawk needs more, so much more.
It takes more strength than anyone will ever know, but Mihawk eventually calls out a single order: “Enough.” he says in a tight voice. Crocodile and Buggy give him space in an instant, and while Mihawk knows he’s the one who told them to stop, his body still misses their touches immediately anyways.
Mihawk takes a moment to calm himself down a little before he looks between Crocodile and Buggy. It’s his birthday, so he feels like changing things up a little bit. Ordinarily, Mihawk would’ve probably just grabbed Buggy (or possibly even the Sir Crocodile), thrown him onto the mattress and fucked him senseless but he wants to do something different tonight.
Now, which one of them does he want first?
After a moment of consideration, Mihawk speaks up again, “Buggy, I want you inside me.” he says, having absolutely no shame at the moment. He wants Buggy, Buggy most likely won’t tease him or try to make him come over and over again like Crocodile would.
Crocodile chuckles, “Is it your birthday or his?” He teases.
“Mine,” Mihawk replies, “I want him first, you can wait your turn.” He tells Crocodile, who simply laughs as he gets off the bed and begins to remove his suit as well as all his rings and hook. “Yes, Sir.” The title would be more arousing coming from Crocodile if he weren’t so smug all the time
Mihawk rolls his eyes as he reaches for Buggy, who seems a little surprised himself. “Uh, are you sure you want me to fuck you?” he asks.
“Absolutely.”
Mihawk pulls Buggy up to his feet, and within seconds all his clothes are discarded and thrown onto the floor. He takes a moment to check him out, almost changing his mind as soon as his eyes land on Buggy’s ass in the mirror, but he doesn’t. He can always make a mess of Buggy some other time.
Mihawk crawls back onto their plush mattress, remaining towards the bottom of the bed so that he can keep his eyes on himself in the mirror. He briefly considers lying down on his back, but finds himself thinking it would be entertaining to see the look on Buggy’s face if he waited for him on all fours.
So, he does just that. He gets onto all fours and gets comfortable with his hips up in the air. Buggy’s reaction is definitely entertaining when he returns to the bed with a bottle of lube. His face is beet red and he looks extremely embarrassed, like he’s the one with his ass up in the air and not Mihawk. He’s so cute, Mihawk thinks again. He really should stop tormenting the poor thing.
Buggy is a bit tense as he settles behind Mihawk on the bed. He looks nervous, like he’s afraid he’ll make some sort of mistake. He always has that look on his face whenever Mihawk or Crocodile actually let him fuck them. It’s an adorable look, actually, one Mihawk is quite fond of.
A change in their normal routine always rattles Buggy’s brain, which is exactly why they should do things like this more often. Buggy pours some lube onto his fingers and warms it up before he shuffles a little closer to Mihawk on his knees.
“Relax,” Mihawk chuckles as he watches Buggy from over his shoulder. “You know how to make me feel good.” He tries to assure him, but it only seems to make Buggy even more embarrassed.
“Of course, I know how to make you feel good…Idiot..” Buggy quickly mutters in response. “Now can you shut up so I can focus?” He asks. It really isn’t rocket science, Mihawk thinks with a small chuckle.
As Buggy fingers him, Mihawk keeps glancing at that mirror in the corner in the room, watching every little expression he makes as Buggy’s fingers move inside him. He hardly reacts to one finger, but his expression changes noticeably when Buggy works two, and then finally a third finger into him. Mihawk looks so pretty in this position, not as pretty as Buggy, but still pretty regardless.
He also pays close attention to how his breathing changes because he’s never been particularly vocal in bed, so that’s all he really can focus on. Mihawk’s breathing starts out a little shaky, but he gradually becomes more and more breathless as Buggy stretches him open. He looks pretty, he sounds pretty, and now Mihawk even feels pretty – Perfect.
Soon enough, another erotic thought pops up in Mihawk’s head. He wants to see the faces he makes while he’s being fucked. “Buggy, get on with it already.” he orders impatiently.
“Okay, okay,” Buggy mutters as he slowly pulls his fingers out of Mihawk, even that causes Mihawk to make the prettiest expression. “Sorry for taking my time with you.”
“Just hurry it up,” Mihawk replies, almost excited at the thought of seeing the way his face changes in the mirror.
“I’m hurrying, okay? Jeez, you’re so bossy.” Buggy complains before he grabs Mihawk by the hips and digs his nails into his skin. He lines himself up perfectly before sinking into Mihawk with a groan, and almost instantly any complaints he has seem to melt on the spot, “O-Oh, god,” He gasps out, “Oh, god, you feel amazing around me, Hawkeye. I might come just from the feeling of you squeezing me like that.”
“You better not.” Crocodile and Mihawk manage to say at the same time - their timing both perfect and almost comedic.
Buggy groans, “I won’t, I won’t…” He claims, already starting to move his hips eagerly, “But, god, he’s so tight.”
Mihawk closes his eyes and has to bite back a low whimper as Buggy starts fucking him. His thrusts are fast and lack any proper rhythm, and Mihawk has to resist the urge to tell Buggy to slow down a little and get himself more organized. It feels good, but Buggy’s all out of control. Even when he’s the one fucking someone, Buggy’s still somehow a needy, desperate mess, and incredibly vocal. His moans easily drown out Mihawk’s as their bodies meet, and if Mihawk weren’t occupied, he’d probably tease Buggy mercilessly right now. “Fuck, Hawkeye.” Buggy calls out before letting out a deep, guttural moan, “Hawkeye. Fuck.” He babbles. “So good…”
Mihawk opens his golden eyes again and looks over his shoulder at Buggy, taking note of the blissful expression on his face before he turns his attention back to the mirror yet again. He can’t help it at this point, he has a deep desire to see his every little reaction.
His expression (and body) definitely betrays him. No matter how calm, cool, and collected he tries to be, his face reveals his true feelings. Some expressions are more subtle than others, but Mihawk can definitely see the pleasure he’s feeling written all over his face. He wonders if always makes lustful faces like these during sex and what Crocodile and Buggy think of them, but he doesn’t dare ask.
Mihawk exhales a shaky breath, panting slightly as he begins to throw his hips back. Almost instantly, he receives a breathless praise from Buggy. “Oh, God.” Buggy groans loudly, “That’s it, fuck me back. Fuck me. Please.” Mihawk almost chuckles and asks who’s taking who right now. Instead he complies, moving his hips back to meet Buggy’s.
The pacing is all off, but it’s good enough for Mihawk at the moment. He really isn’t about to complain, but Crocodile is another story. “Buggy, slow your ass down and fuck him right.” He suddenly orders, pulling both men out of their temporary haze.
“I’m trying,” Buggy complains in a tight, high-pitched voice, “He just feels so goddamn good, Croc,”
“Fuck him right or don’t fuck him at all.”
Buggy whines at that before instantly slowing down a little. Instead of fucking wildly into Mihawk, he tries to calm down a little and match his pace. It takes a moment, but eventually Buggy’s thrusts become less disjointed and the two find a steady pace to move at.
Mihawk silently thanks Crocodile for his interference, he was already feeling good, but he feels twice as good now that Buggy’s thrusts have slowed down a little and become deeper.”
“Buggy, go harder.” He rasps out, his head dropping slightly.
“Harder?” Buggy repeats before he nods his head obediently and gives Mihawk exactly what he wants. However it’s only enough for him for a few moments, and Mihawk soon finds himself wanting more again. “Buggy, My love.” He calls out in a tight voice, “More. Go harder.” He repeats, clutching at the silk sheets beneath him.
“You heard the birthday boy, Buggy.” Crocodile calls out, “Fuck him harder.”
“So bossy,” Buggy complains under his breath before his grip on Mihawk’s hips tighten and he slams his cock into him, damn near knocking the breath out of him, “Better?”
“Much better.” Mihawk confirms in a small, shaky voice.
Crocodile returns to their bed, now completely naked as well, and situates himself in front of Mihawk, “Here, birthday boy, I got a treat for you.” He says as he gives his cock a few strokes.
A small moan escapes from Mihawk’s mouth as Crocodile guides his head towards his length. Who’s this really a treat for? he wonders but still parts his lips for Crocodile anyways. He takes Crocodile’s thick cock into his mouth, his mouth stretching slightly to accommodate his size, before he begins to steadily bob his head up and down.
Mihawk glances over at the mirror again: Seeing both of his holes being filled and stretched wide is almost surreal to him. He’s almost never in this position, but he can’t deny the fact that the sight is definitely arousing. Maybe they should do this more often because Mihawk is absolutely infatuated with the sight of himself right now.
Somehow watching himself get fucked just adds to the pleasure he’s feeling. Mihawk’s orgasm is steadily building up and each thrust from Buggy sends him closer and closer to the edge. Yet, he once again finds himself desperate to drag things out for as long as possible. He gives Crocodile’s cock one last suck before he pulls his head away and looks back at Buggy.
“Slow down a little, I don’t want to come yet.” Mihawk orders in a breathless voice.
Buggy groans, his hips still snapping forward as he replies, “Yeah, but can I come, baby?”
“No, You can’t come either.” Mihawk tells him, almost annoyed that he would ask that question, but then he hears Buggy whine pathetically. It’s music to his ears. Maybe if this were any other night, Mihawk would let Buggy have his way, but not tonight.
Buggy’s thrusts slow down, and Mihawk can tell he’s getting frustrated, but he doesn’t care– Not when he’s completely focused on himself at the moment. Honestly, he doesn’t think he’s ever felt this good while having someone fuck him, and maybe it has something to do with that damn mirror, but maybe it also has something to do with the fact that he’s letting go to a certain degree yet holding back at the same time.
Mihawk wants to see himself in every position imaginable now. He wants to see himself from various different angles and lighting too, and how his face contorts with pleasure with each new position. Most importantly, he wants to see what he looks like either when he’s about to come or coming. Not now, though, he still has more he wants to see.
Finally, Mihawk orders Buggy to stop completely when he feels himself just moments away from falling over the edge, “Buggy, stop. I’m going to come.” he warns. He’s sweaty and breathless, and there’s a slight ache in his jaw from giving Crocodile head, but other than that, he’s fine.
Buggy whines again, but he’s such a sweet, obedient thing, and instantly does what Mihawk tells him to do. “Aw…” He complains as he rests his sweaty forehead against Mihawk’s back, “You want to kill me, don’t you?” He asks breathlessly, sounding almost like he’s pouting. Mm, far from it. Mihawk thinks.
He just needs to rest for a minute or two at most, that’s all, but that’s apparently too long for Crocodile, “Move your ass, Buggy. I want a turn with the birthday boy.” He orders, and Buggy begrudgingly pulls out of Mihawk slowly, but not before muttering another complaint underneath his breath.
Mihawk’s not a small man by any means, but Crocodile still manages to manhandle him. “C’mere, pretty boy.” He orders softly, grabbing Mihawk by his hair and pulling him into another deep, tongue filled kiss. “How do you want it?” He asks once they pull apart for air.
Mihawk takes a moment to consider the question before he gives a firm answer, “Let me ride you.” he says – It’s yet another position he wants to see himself in, but he doesn’t tell Crocodile that.
Crocodile gives him a lopsided grin, “Yeah?” He chuckles, “What are you waiting for, then? Get your ass over here.”
Mihawk doesn’t have to be told twice. He knows exactly what he wants now, and he moves forward quickly, climbing into Crocodile’s lap.
Mihawk grabs Crocodile by the base of his cock before he slowly lowers himself down onto his tip. There’s a little bit more of a stretch than there was when Buggy was inside of him, but Mihawk still manages to slip Crocodile’s cock into himself with relative ease.
He holds onto Crocodile’s broad shoulders as he begins to ride him.
Mihawk looks back, wanting to watch himself in the mirror as he bounces on Crocodile’s cock. He can’t help but notice how easily he takes the older man, and feels a rush of both pleasure and pride when he sees Crocodile’s dick sliding in and out of him.
“The hell you lookin’ at?” Crocodile suddenly asks and follows Mihawk’s gaze over to the corner of the room. He grabs him by the chin a moment later and turns his head, making him face him again, “You watchin’ yourself get fucked?” he asks.
Oh, he’s been caught. “I suppose I am,” Mihawk admits, having absolutely no shame.
“You like seeing my dick sliding in and out of you?”
“You have a filthy mouth, but yes.”
Crocodile snickers, “You should have said something earlier. I would have brought that damn mirror closer if I knew you liked seeing yourself get fucked.” He gives Mihawk’s ass a rough squeeze before he stops him from moving, “Get up for a minute,” He orders.
Mihawk gives the other man a rather confused look before he gets off of Crocodile’s lap, only to have said man spin him around, “Since you want to watch yourself so badly, I’ll let you.” He says before he pulls him backwards and back onto his lap.
Mihawk's back is pressed against Crocodile’s meaty chest as he sinks back down onto his cock with a low moan. The moment Crocodile is buried inside him again, Crocodile spreads Mihawk’s legs apart and begins to lift him up slightly before dropping him back down onto his cock. He does it effortlessly, and Mihawk is momentarily grateful for having such a big, strong partner because it means Crocodile can just do things like this without getting tired or worrying about losing his grip on Mihawk.
“Bug,” Crocodile calls out, “Go bring that mirror closer, baby. I want Hawkeye to get a good look of himself while I fuck him.”
Buggy gets up and goes to grab the mirror, but he can’t help but give his opinion on the matter before he places the mirror down in front of the bed and leans against it, watching them, “How come you aren’t teasing, Hawkeye? If I said I liked to watch myself get fucked, you would never let me live it down.”
“I can’t torment Hawkeye too much on his special day, can I?” Crocodile says in between pants.
Buggy huffs, but his eyes follow Mihawk and Crocodile’s movements. He stays where he is, seemingly mesmerized by the two. as he begins to jerk his own cock while watching them. Mihawk wants to call him back over to the bed and have him do something, anything other than just watch them, but he can hardly form coherent thoughts at this point let alone sentences.
Mihawk lets Crocodile have full control of the situation and only focuses on the sight of them in the mirror and on the sight of his own cock bouncing with every powerful thrust from Crocodile. He moans softly, once again unable to stop himself from enjoying the sight of him being taken and manhandled. It’s honestly an attractive sight, but he would never admit that out loud, he has way too much pride for that.
A series of breathy moans leave Mihawk’s mouth as he feels himself getting closer and closer to the edge again. It’s all too much: Both Crocodile’s deep, sensual thrusts, as well as the sight of Buggy eagerly stroking his own cock while he watches the other two, make Mihawk feel like he’s about to snap at any second.
Just five more minutes, that’s all he needs. Five more measly minutes.
Mihawk tilts his head back and Crocodile’s lips instantly latch back onto his neck. “I…I want…” It's getting more and more difficult to speak or even think, but he still tries to communicate with his partner, “I want both of you at the same time.” He confesses.
At first almost nothing changes, and Mihawk starts to think he wasn’t making any sense after all and that Crocodile and Buggy genuinely didn’t hear or understand him. However Crocodile gives a delayed grunt in response, “Whatever you want, birthday boy.”
Crocodile makes almost no effort to change their position. Instead he lies back, pulling Mihawk down with him and against his chest before he pulls Mihawk’s knees up and out of the way.
“Oh, that’s sexy.” Buggy murmurs as he joins the other two on the bed again. He takes the time and effort to further stretch Mihawk open before he pulls his fingers back and lines himself up. A moment later, he pushes himself into Mihawk alongside Crocodile.
“Fuck.” The words are out of Mihawk’s mouth before he even gets a chance to stop them. His voice sounds so high pitched, that it almost doesn’t sound like it belongs to him. “Don’t move yet.” he orders, panting.
There’s a long pause as Mihawk tries to catch his breath. He feels a little breathless at this moment. Everything is almost too much for him to handle - almost. He feels filled and stretched in ways that he’s never felt before .
“Start moving.” Mihawk finally orders. There’s a slight delay before Crocodile starts moving his hips. He rocks gently into Mihawk a few times before he stops and lets Buggy do the same, and soon, the two wordlessly and effortlessly find the perfect rhythm that has Mihawk feeling like he might burst.
He has no idea how long he’ll be able to last in this position, in all honesty. It’s hard to do anything other than moan and hold onto whatever he can get his hands on. Crocodile’s in his ear again, whispering something absolutely filthy to him, but he can hardly focus on any of that when he feels like his orgasm could hit at any moment.
Mihawk can’t even see the mirror any more thanks to the position they’re in. It’s a shame because he really did want to watch himself come, but he doesn’t want Crocodile and Buggy to stop fucking him just so one of them can adjust the mirror again. All well, there’s always next time.
“One of you…” Mihawk manages to say in between broken moans and deep thrusts, “Touch me. Now.” He orders.
“Yes, sir.” Crocodile replies, sounding more breathless than smug at that moment. Buggy keeps his legs out of the way while Crocodile begins to pump Mihawk’s leaky cock. It’s at that moment that a long, low moan falls from Mihawk’s lips, and he bites his lips as the pleasure becomes too much again. “I’m going to come.” He announces in that same unfamiliar voice from earlier.
“Me too,” Crocodile and Buggy say at the same time. Oh, good, Mihawk thinks, feeling slightly relieved.
Crocodile and Buggy’s thrusts become more desperate and impatient, they stop taking turns and instead fuck Mihawk at the same time, and Mihawk has never experience anything so intense yet incredible at the same time.
Mihawk’s not sure who’s doing it, but one of them ends up hitting his prostate almost every other thrust, and he’s unable to hold back any longer. His entire body tenses up and he exhales one more sharp breath before his orgasm hits him. Almost instantly he comes hard, covering his stomach and parts of Crocdile’s hand in his own release.
Fuck, Mihawk finds himself thinking as his body trembles post orgasm. It’s been a while since he came that hard, and he almost doesn’t know what to do with himself as he tries to recover while Crocodile and Buggy chase after their own orgasms.
Buggy and Crocodile don’t last much longer. Unsurprisingly, Buggy comes almost immediately after Mihawk does and with a high-pitched whimper. He rides out his orgasm before he slowly pulls out of him and collapses to the side of the bed, panting heavily. Crocodile is next, and once Buggy pulls out, Crocodile simply continues to pound into Mihawk with quick, shallow thrusts before finally coming inside of Mihawk with a rather loud groan.
The three of them lie there on their bed for a moment, trying to catch their breaths and recover from their own respective orgasms. Mihawk’s body feels light as a feather yet he can still feel some deep aches start to form in his muscles. He doesn’t want to move or do anything and grumbles out a quiet complaint when Crocodile and Buggy, but mainly Crocodile, start to clean them up.
It’s then that Mihawk remembers that the three of them took a bath together earlier and realizes that it was all for nothing because they ended up having sex almost immediately afterwards, but he regrets absolutely nothing.
Once the three are all cleaned up, they settle down in bed and Mihawk finds himself sandwiched between the other two men, with Crocodile at his front and Buggy behind him. There’s so much heat between their three bodies, but Mihawk is too tired to complain. Instead he finds himself falling asleep while both of them cover him in kisses and mutter sweet nothings to him.
“Happy birthday. I love you.” He’s not sure who says it, honestly. Maybe both Buggy and Crocodile say it together, but Mihawk is halfway asleep when the words are whispered to him. All he remembers is smiling and muttering a quiet thank you or maybe two before finally drifting off for the night.