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Crocodile inhaled a deep mouthful of sweet smoke, holding the tingling sensation in his mouth as he set his cigar down in the ashtray.
Without warning he grabbed Buggy's hair tightly, and yanked him close, jarring him out of the conversation he was having with Mihawk.
The clown looked at him wide eyed as Crocodile pried his jaw open and forced his mouth against Buggy's lips. He squirmed, and Crocodile enjoyed that, putting his hook around his waist as he forced the kiss on him, breathing the smoke from his mouth into Buggy's.
Crocodile felt him shiver in his arms.