Wouldn't he just love that, now? "I am considering it." But mostly he wants to make sure Shanks is well settled in bed and spend some time drying off that hair so he doesn't catch a cold in the middle of the night.
Look how spoiled Shanks is when Mihawk is around. It's frankly unacceptable. Especially when they're both meant to be formidable, menacing, deadly pirates, if the wanted posters promise anything about them.
Oh, he'd undoubtedly love it, whatever it entailed. Mostly. No further limb loss, please... he's having so much trouble filling out the clothes he has already with the one missing.
He huffs out a laugh as he looks up at Mihawk, eyes lingering on him. "You should come a little closer, you know. Keep me warm."
"You didn't seem cold." Mihawk sighs and shuffles in closer. He presses the back of his cool fingers against Shanks's bare skin just to check, and satisfied that Shanks is normal post-bath level of cold, he goes back to fussing over Shanks a bit. Helping him towel dry his hair, making sure he sits up for a while until the dampness is mostly gone.
And then if he absolutely has to snuggle, well. Mihawk will just have to put up with it. He'll try his best not to complain.
"Well, you wouldn't want me to get cold, would you?" Don't be such spoilsport... the snuggling is hardly so bad, even if it means maneuvering a stump out of the way and the brief irritation that flares when he can't... really do this properly. He doesn't have the arm for it.
But he settles the one he does around Mihawk's middle and leans up to press a quick kiss to his lips.
"I suppose you'd be rather cross if I made us messy again..."
"I'll not clean you up again," Mihawk threatens. But no protests against the snuggling. Apparently that's vaguely tolerable. And hey, there are benefits to not having an arm. It won't lose feeling or get pins and needles if he presses himself right up against Mihawk.
He does smell nice now. They both do. It'd be silly to undo all that time spent rubbing each other clean. Even if smelling nice is part of the allure...
It's true. No more dead limbs when they inevitably drift off curled around each other as they are. There's a breath that leaves his lips as he nuzzles his way under Mihawk's jaw and seems to settle a bit, his good arm sliding around his waist to keep him in place.
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Look how spoiled Shanks is when Mihawk is around. It's frankly unacceptable. Especially when they're both meant to be formidable, menacing, deadly pirates, if the wanted posters promise anything about them.
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He huffs out a laugh as he looks up at Mihawk, eyes lingering on him. "You should come a little closer, you know. Keep me warm."
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And then if he absolutely has to snuggle, well. Mihawk will just have to put up with it. He'll try his best not to complain.
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But he settles the one he does around Mihawk's middle and leans up to press a quick kiss to his lips.
"I suppose you'd be rather cross if I made us messy again..."
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He does smell nice now. They both do. It'd be silly to undo all that time spent rubbing each other clean. Even if smelling nice is part of the allure...
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"Fine, you win this time, I suppose."