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Every kiss felt like a challenge, every breath gasped into her mouth felt like victory. He was cupping her face, leaving her free to let her hand dance up and down his body.
Crocodile knew what came next, she had it practiced down to an art and yet. Dragon made no move towards to the bed, seemingly content to keep kissing her like she was his only source of oxygen.
She couldn’t understand this infuriating man, whose hands only drifted from her face to her shoulders.
It was.. it felt..
“You know most men would’ve been grabbing my tits by now.” She half mumbles into his mouth.
“Not interested in breasts.” Dragon sighs softly. “Just you.”
Crocodile doesn’t know what to do with that information. Her body shivers without her permission, and within seconds a white button up is being draped over her.
She breaks the kiss giggling, “what, what are you doing?”
Dragon buttons the collar under her chin. “Well I dont think I’d get the sleeve over your hook unless you took it off.”
It’s true, even at their thickest Dragon's arms were smaller than the base to crocodiles hook.
She eyes those bare arms. “So what, you just took off your shirt because I was cold?” Her tone was meant to be teasing but it fell more accusing. “You trying to mark you territory?”
“Alabastian fashion doesn’t suit you.” Dragon states as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You're more confident in button ups. Besides.” He adds with a glimmer of canines. “I’ll only mark you if you want me to.”
Crocodile a swoop of heat but more than that, something deep within her cracked at his words. Like a baby caiman just breaking through the shell.
“You know you're the only man I’ve met who's tried to put clothes on me in the bedroom.” Crocodile snarked, shrugging on the shirt, removing her hook with shaking hands and reattaching it once her stump was through the sleeve. All the while Dragon was there, close enough to feel the heat off his chest while not touching her.
Once both arms were in sleeves, Dragon reached out. Buttoning up his shirt, normally Crocodile would’ve protested. She could do it herself, but this didn’t feel like pity. When he was half way Crocodile reached up to undo the button around her throat. Allowing the shirt to slide off her shoulder. Dragon's eyes followed the movement and Crocodile swallowed her shoulder feeling more bare than it did before she donned the shirt.
They stayed there for who knows how long, his hands just brushing her sleeves.
“Now tell me that didn't just kill the mood.” Crocodile muttered, feeling rather ludicrous in this shirt. Why had he done that? She was going to take it off anyway.
“Don't you like this more?”
Like the shirt? Crocodile floundered, it wasn't scratchy. Smelled like rain and sweat and a heavy spice. It was a bit heavier than she expected, resting on her, a solid steady thing. The was a bit big on her, but not by much she could probably pass it off as her own.
She thought back to the store and how Robin had told her she looked pretty. How something had crawled up her throat at the word.
Crocodile rolled her shoulders, there was the tip of something dancing just out of reach. “I feel…” Powerful. “Good?”
“Good.”
She will never understand this man… Instead of doing some well needed self reflection, Crocodile let her hand trail down Dragon’s lower back, pulling him into another kiss.
One kiss turned to two, three, four, It started getting hard to keep track. The pair stumbled back onto the bed. Dragon didn't quite fall on her but she felt his weight, his knees coming to either side of her hips as he draped over her. She could feel the muscles in his back, his arms. Just running her fingers over his neck, she could feel his pulse racing.
An absurd thought struck her, if she were to sit up Dragon would be sitting in her lap. Even more shocking was how much that thought excited her. To have Dragon the most wanted man in her lap, to be strong and powerful enough to hold Dragon, to have Dragon.
She let out a hysterical giggle, how did her brain come up with such a alluring ridiculous notion. Like Crocodile was one of those mobsters in a pinstripe suit whose ring covered hands rested on dainty womens hips.
Dragon wasn't like those women who laughed at every word and Crocodile wasn't.. Whatever, it was ridiculous.
Almost if he could read her mind, Dragon broke off the kiss, his dark hair falling around her like a curtain. Shielding her, like they were the only two in the world. She could see the sheen of sweat along his neck.
“Hey.”
“Hey.” She parroted back, her hand seeking out old scars mapped along his chest. It felt like a waste that she hadn't been really looking at his shirtless form. Dragon was built like a fighter, yet he didn’t boast of his strength. She knew he had power, she could feel the muscles under his skin jumping at her touch. He was hairier than she expected, yet thick curls running down his chest were deceptively soft.
She eyed the waistband of his pants, his stomach folding over slightly due to the angle. A prominent bulge visible just below. Crocodile ran her hook along the V of Dragons waistline, careful not to draw blood.
“Pants off.”
It wasn't a question, Dragon certainly didn't treat it as one. He rolled off her, kicking off his heavy boots, followed by his pants.
“Boxers too.”
She lay there in anticipation till heavy hands found Crocodile's thighs, resting there.
When Crocodile finally dared to look, her throat turns dry. Dragon sits on his heels between her legs, like a- like a holy man probably. His hair spills around him like ink, long legs stretch out framing a cock that weeps precome from a dusky head. In the moonlight he almost looks ethereal, his eyes seeming to glimmer red.
He kneels in front of her, so reverent. Dragon rests a cheek on her thigh, looking up at her with something close to devotion. “Can I? Please?” His voice is husky.
Crocodile swallows around a parched throat, heat rushing to her face. “..It’s just sex! You don't need…” She trails off.
Those big eyes blink up at her uncomprehending. Crocodile bites her lip looking away, she always knew how to wield power but this? This was different, this wasn't about power, this was about submission.
Dragon would not move till she asked. Till she said she wanted this, wanted him.
Crocodile doubts there was ever a time she has wanted someone more. So she tilts her chin up, Remembering how her mother did. Embodying that force of absolute control and strength.
“Yes.”
She prays that Dragon doesn’t hear how her voice breaks over that one word.
Sex has always been fast and dirty, a means to an end. A transaction, She knows how to handle herself in those moments, what to say and what to do.
But here..
Here she is flailing.
Dragon is pulling off her pants, slowly and steadily. His thumb swipes over the arch of her foot, ever so gently. It's hardly sexual yet Crocodile feels her pulse drop down into her underwear.
He presses a kiss to her inner thigh, right where a vein runs.
It all makes Crocodile feel even more out of depth. How can this man just.. Just..? during all the lonely nights, she never imagined this would be their reunion. She had thought of pushing him down, taking what she wanted. His hands in her hair as she tasted him. Heated kisses, bruises on her hips. Her face shoved into a pillow, uncomfortable but after… All her notions feel so far away right now.
Where does she put her hand for this? Where does she put her fucking hook?!
Dragon has to be reading her mind, because again he stops. Looking up, his fingers which had been toying with her waistband vanish, coming to hold her hand.
“Hey.”
That tone should make her furious, incandescent with rage. It's the tone you’d use trying to soothe a spooked animal. She drops her gaze to their interlaced hands.
“Hi.” Her voice is hoarse and she bites her lip feeling uncharacteristically shy.
Dragon kisses her knuckles and her hook, his lips are soft and slightly chapped.
“I’m fine with sleeping.” He says in a low voice.
“It’s been a year and 4 months.”
A small chuckle escapes him, Dragon lightly opens her hand pressing his face into her open palm as he looks up at her. “I can wait one more night.” His stubble scratches her palm, tiny scars run under her fingertips that aren’t visible to the eye.
“I- I don’t know what I’m doing.” She whispers, the overwhelming shame bleeding into her voice. “I don't-”
Her heart beat wildly in her chest and she couldn't fully articulate why, why Dragon's soft touch made her feel so.. So helpless.
“Me neither,” Dragon replied, “I don't know what I'm doing.” He said it like it wasn’t a terrible secret, just a simple fact. He leaned into her touch more, her thumb unconsciously rubbing his cheek.
“I don’t know how you liked to be touched, I don’t know what to do to make you moan or writhe. I want to learn though. I want to know what makes you tick, Wani. I want to be able to put you together.”
Dragon keeps his eyes on her, “let me learn Wani.” His tongue traces a path along her hook. “Let me take care of you.”
Crocodile has felt less exposed, fully naked than right now. Fingers trail alongside her waistband, Dragon flicks his eyes up to her asking again.
She gives a tiny nod, her underwear is removed agonizingly slowly. Butterfly kisses are pressed to her thighs, her knees, her calves.
Her hand which had been clenching the sheets is pulled away as the older man takes her hand and places it in his hair. Crocodile's fingers curl around silky tresses, unsure but steady.
The noise Dragon makes when he first tastes her will be seared into Crocodiles brain forever. Her legs are pulled over his shoulders and Dragon is pulling her closer. Shoving his face deeper into her cunt, His hands burning like brands on her thighs. Crocodile chokes back a whine as the man sucks on her clit.
Some men enjoy giving, Crocodile knows that. She has been on the receiving end a few times of such men. But never has she experienced such enthusiasm, there's a certain lack of finesse. That is leaving Crocodile biting down on her arm, as her body shudders. Dragon eats pussy like it’s his sole purpose. He eats like a starving man given a feast. It’s wet and sloppy and his tongue is working over Crocodile’s cunt like it is the best thing he's ever tasted.
Her hand tightens in that mane of hair, dragging the man closer. Grinding against his face. Trying to chase her release while stifling any and all noises that are climbing up her throat.
In such a daze of pleasure, It takes a second to register the loud screaming in the corner of her mind that Dragon needs to fucking breath. Crocodile abruptly yanks his hair back, even as her cunt screamed at the loss.
“Fuck Dragon I - “
But any and all apologies she had immediately died on her lips as Dragon's face was bathed in moonlight. His eyes were partially glazed over, his nose and chin glistening with Crocodile.
Something was dripping out of his mouth and she wasn't sure it was drool or her. His hips were making tiny jerking thrusts, precome dripping onto the floor. His cock dripping all over himself.
“Wani.” Dragon gasped, “Wani, please, just a taste.”
He’s had a taste, fuck he's had the whole goddamn meal in her opinion. But her nerves are on fire, she's aching and her legs are opening of their own accord. “Help yourself.” she says in a voice that sounds far to breathless.
Dragon dives back in, sending Crocodile’s hook into the mattress. Crocodile is certain the bed sheets will not be salvageable after this. Her heels thud against his back as she gasps. Every tiny exhale and whimper that leaks past her lips only seems to spurn Dragon on more. His tongue reaching further and further to the point that seems impossible.
Her hand finds its way back to his hair, tugging and pulling in rhythm with the roll of her hips.
“Fuck.” she whispers, “fuck, Dragon.” She's right on the precipice, just a little more. Dragons nails dig into the meat of her thigh and Crocodile comes, her mouth flooding with blood as she bites down to stop herself from screaming.
It takes a minute for her to come back to herself still panting. She pushes up into a sitting position, taking stock of her extremities.
“Next time I'm on top.” She wheezes, covered in sweat. fumbling trying to get both of the shirts off of her body. Dragons comes off easy, her Alabastian top however seems firmly stuck to her skin.
Dragon groans “yes please.” As he clambers onto the bed, grabbing at the offending fabric and pulling it over her head. Before dropping down beside her in a glorious expanse of skin.
It takes Crocodile a minute or two between repurposing a pillowcase to wipe down stickier areas with and staring at his crotch to figure out what's bugging her. She eyes his soft cock. “When did that happen?”
“Hmm?” Dragon is pulling her closer, burrowing into her side. “I dunno a little bit before you came?” He yawned. “--u Tasted so good.”
He came from eating her out, if there wasn't a child in the next room Crocodile would have demanded a round two.
Dragon cracks an eye open but closes it soon enough as she snuggles down into his arms, uninterested as ever in her tits.
“Next time,” she yawns “I'm having you proper.”
“You can have me, I can have you..” Dragon chuffs in her ear, his voice thick with sleep. “So long as you sit on my face.”
Hmmm Crocodile would have to examine that statement in the morning.