Feeling his boss’ hand in his hair he groaned as his cheeks went red as Xanxus’ hand made it’s way up his shirt only to redden as the sky rolled his hips against the rain’s. Following his boss’ example his hand traveled to the front of Xanxus’ shirt where he began to unbutton it.
As the marksman rolled his hips against the swordsman’s the latter arched his back to press his own hips against the other’s adding to the friction. Squalo hadn’t even realized how turned on he had become up until he found himself practically squirming under his boss.
Escaping his lips was a gutteral moan; it felt good. It always did, but this time it felt… different. Not one to dwell on whys, it was decided that foreplay was not on his to do list.
Stripping off the shirt that Squalo unbuttoned for him, Xanxus would assist in getting rid of the other’s shirt and coat before moving to remove both of their pants. They were in the god damn way. And, remembering that the shark likes going commando, the liger-tamer was actually careful in zipping down the way too damn tight pants from his partner. He has his moments of kindness.
While disrobing the other male, Xanxus found himself unsatisfied with the mark he’d left. Once more kissing and nipping the swordsman’s neck, intent to expand and widen the bruise from earlier. Yep. No bitches better be touchin’ his shark.
Squalos hands traveled his boss’ now exposed chest and abdomen before assisting Xanxus in losing his pants. Appreciative of the care that was given in removing the tighter than usual pants the corner of his mouth twitched into a smirk. It was always nice to see Xanxus could give a fuck now and again.
Again he found his head rolling to the side giving Xanxus room. He didn’t mind the marks the other left. In fact he liked them. Proof Xanxus claimed him and therefor he was important to the boss, right?
Flesh and steel hands traveled his boss’ body once again. The right hand traced a scar before resting against the tanned male’s chest. The left hand still balled into a fist found it’s way behind the boss to try and pull him closer. He wanted to feel their bodies against one another.
Of course the stupid shark was important to the Varia boss. He wouldn’t mark him like this otherwise and making it clearly visible in almost any outfit his second-in-command would have. Which is why Xanxus was always so pleased see Squalo give in and not bitch about the hickey’s the next day. Anyone else would, considering where they’re placed.
Satisfied with his masterpiece on the silverette’s neck, quick nips and kisses were placed along his jawline before settling on the swordsman’s lips. Tongue gliding along the lower lip and demanding entrance to explore his mouth. Being pulled closer, the gunslinger couldn’t help but smirk within the kiss and grind his now exposed hips and member against the other male.
