Mihawk needs to teach manners to brats

Mihawk hummed, stroking Kid's hair. "Prepare me well." He let out an aroused sound, hissing as his fingers brushed against a sweet spot inside him.

Of course preparation was never that pleasurable - it was nothing more than a boring inconvenience, especially when he was the one that had to endure it. Though, he had to admit, that brat knew what he was doing. And he knew way better than other partners he may or may not have had back in the days. Mihawk allowed himself to close his eyes. For once, why not simply enjoy the attention?

Mihawk let out a soft grunt, his brows knitting in concentration, shifting a bit to make his situation a bit more comfortable. If that was even possible. Four fingers? Was all of that preparation really necessary? Granted, from what he observed, that brat was pretty well endowed, but... At least his mouth was providing a good enough distraction from the discomfort.

The warlord slowly relaxed under Kid's ministrations, even allowing himself to let out some low, pleased sounds from time to time, either when he licked at a sensitive spot or when his fingers pressed just the right place. The hand that was still nestled in the other's hair tugged at it a bit, as if to warn him. 'Do this for too long and it might end too soon for my liking.'

Mihawk arched his neck to give the other better access to it. "I feel pleased", he conceded with a small nod of his head, his voice almost playful, his hands tracing imaginary patterns on Kid's broad back. "But I hope for your sake that the... main act will be worth the preparation." His eyes were dark with arousal, and his voice low and a bit hoarse with lust.

"Hm, maybe it's for the best. I didn't think you could be so thoughtful." Of couse he knew it wasn't about thoughtfulness, but a matter of dominance. He was genuinely surprised that Kid would actually give up the control he could have that easily. With that, Mihawk pushed slightly on Kid to have him roll off of him and lay down on the bed. The warlord climbed on top of him, sitting on his stomach. "I will let you choose if you want to see my face or not." He smirked down to him. "See, I can be nice too." He leant down and nibbled on the other's neck, leaving a trail of small red spots all the way to his shoulder.

"Good then." Mihawk kissed him briefly on the lips. Then he sat up, reaching behind him for Kid's dick and, grasping it firmly, he lifted his hips and guided it to his entrance, slowly having it enter him.

The good thing about being him was to have a good control over muscles and pain. Mihawk still took his time, however, taking deep breaths to get used to the sensation of being filled to the brink. That boy wasn't by any means small, after all. He blinked, then looked down at Kid. "I am fine", he reassured him, his hand going to cover the other one's. He moved a few times experimentally, slowly, taking him completely in each time, looking intently at his expression.

For as much as he could deny it when people made him notice, Mihawk /loved/ to see his partners squirm. And he loved to be a tease just as much. He grinned an almost cruel grin down at Kid, his hips still moving at that torturous pace. "Like what you feel?" He made a brief dip down to lick at his neck and follow a trail of bites he had made a bit before.

Mihawk didn't even try to pick up the pace. Instead, he almost stopped, one of his hands going behind him to grab Kid's balls, cupping them gently. His lips near his lover's ear, he breathed out - more growled, actually - "If you want more... then take it." The warlord bit Kid's ear and got up, his hands grabbing the other's hands to guide them on his hips. "Do it /your/ way."

At the scorching pain that followed suit that hard thrust, Mihawk almost repented of his decision; he gritted his teeth, his nails digging deep in Kid's human arm.
Though. He /almost/ repented. Because going that deep, Kid had actually managed to hit a spot that made his knees weak, and his lips part in a gasp. "I won't..." he hissed, lust clouding his brain.

The warlord laid his cold, piercing stare on the grinning brat that was under him. Maybe the ice of his gaze was a bit suffocated by the evident arousal in his eyes, but he didn't care. "Did I say something about regret?" He groaned at the second thrust, grinding his hips down to meet with the other's, his hands on Kid's chest to keep a minimum of balance.

Mihawk growled again when he felt Kid reaching for his sex. Like hell he would've given up all of the control yet! His nails dug deep in his lover's chest, drawing blood; his hips moved following Kid's thrusts, keeping up with the rhythm without too many problems. Pleasure was building up in him; a long time had passed from the last time he had felt... full like this.