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deathbyclown · 2 months ago

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Cotton Candy Clown Pairing: Buggy x Crocodile Rating: Explicit Words: 5200

Summary: Buggy is the birthday gift for Crocodile!

Notes: This is an established relationship. Buggy is dressed in a corset, tights and heels. I make a passing reference to Croc being trans, but he has a dick. Crocodile calls Buggy ‘sweet boy’ and ‘good boy’ if that’s not ur thing.

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This was it, weeks of planning had finally come to fruition. Buggy waited impatiently in Crocodile’s room, pacing the floor, fiddling with his outfit, arranging and rearranging pillows and decorations. He had everything perfect and he could barely contain his excitement. He couldn’t wait to see Crocodile’s reaction.

It was Crocodile’s birthday and for once Buggy genuinely tried to do something nice for him. The two of them had been kinda dating for a while now, their relationship deep enough that Crocodile gave him a fantastically flashy birthday bash back in August. He had such an amazing time that he wanted to return the favor. So, in order to plan a birthday that was as equally flashy, he did something rare: he paid close attention to someone else. He watched and listened and kept notes of all the things that Crocodile liked, what made him smile or laugh, or look at Buggy with that soft gaze when he thought Buggy did something sweet or cute.

And with all of that information stored away, Buggy made the greatest flashiest birthday present ever! He created an intricate scavenger hunt where each clue was something related to what Crocodile liked, each discovery leading him to his prize: Buggy! And not just everyday average Buggy! No! For such a special occasion he put together a special outfit, the kind of stuff he knew would drive Crocodile wild! Every choice he made was because he had seen Crocodile react to it in some way. One such reaction was when Buggy had returned to their room wearing his tights after some tightrope and contortion work and Crocodile couldn’t stop staring. He called Buggy over and ran his hand over Buggy’s thighs, squeezing and rubbing, working his way between Buggy’s legs, cupping him. He had Buggy bent over with those tights pulled down just over his ass before he could even react.

With that in mind, his outfit for tonight was a silky pink corset, with a huge bow in the back, easily undone with a single pull, light blue tights (only tights), and chunky pink heels. He had his hair lightly curled, tussled, and soft, loose over his shoulders. He completed his look with satiny white gloves, bright pink lips, light blue eyeshadow, and hearts drawn in matching colors on his cheeks. He had everything perfect, cute and sweet looking. Crocodile had called him sweet for the first time when he wore these colors, called him a cotton candy clown and spent the evening kissing and tasting him from head to toe. Buggy’s skin warmed at the memory, as if he could still feel his lips on him.

He fiddled with the lube and condoms he prepared at the bedside table. Crocodile had been diligent about using the condoms but Buggy had begged him on several occasions not to use them. Perhaps he could convince him tonight. He kept them out anyway.

Buggy made sure he was clean, stretched, and fully slick so he would be ready for anything. Maybe Crocodile would surprise him and ask Buggy to top tonight but, based off of the last time he wore tights, he made sure he was well and properly stretched.

Crocodile was taking a long time to return to his bedroom, and Buggy felt cold in his skimpy outfit. So he grabbed one of Crocodile’s spare coats from his wardrobe and put it on, feeling like he had shrunk. His hands weren’t even close to the cuffs of the sleeves, and the tail dragged behind him like a bridal train. He snickered at the thought and flopped onto Crocodile’s armchair. He arranged himself into what he hoped was an alluring pose, his legs bent underneath of him, Crocodile’s coat wrapped around his shoulders, ready to be thrown open as soon as Crocodile walked through the door. He adjusted his hair, making sure it framed his face and fell over top of the coat.

Buggy nearly dozed off in his wait, too nervous to leave his spot for fear of missing out on Crocodile. His head nodded forward but he sat straight up as soon as he heard footsteps approaching down the hall. Buggy threw open the coat, adjusted his hair and crossed his ankles to show off his heels.

Crocodile opened the door with a little more force than normal, the sudden breeze generated from it made Buggy’s hair sway against his shoulders. He had a gleam in his eye, and Buggy could tell by his body language that he was enjoying himself. He was obviously pleased that he solved Buggy’s scavenger hunt if the self-satisfied smile on his face was anything to go by.

Crocodile stilled as soon as his eyes met Buggy’s, his gaze sliding from his face to his feet. Buggy practically preened over Crocodile’s appreciation, giving him a seductive smile. Within a few steps he was right in front of Buggy, forcing him to look straight up. Crocodile reached forward, his thumb skimming Buggy’s cheek as he curled his fingers around a lock of blue hair.

“You’re my prize hmm?” Crocodile murmured, bending forward slightly, his fingers trailing down Buggy’s neck to his clavicle.

Buggy sighed, purposefully looking up at Crocodile through his eyelashes. He grabbed Crocodiles hand and pressed a kiss to his knuckles, leaving a smear of pink lipstick.

“Happy Birthday, Croccy~” Buggy said with a grin, breaking in half and floating up to wrap his arms around Crocodile’s neck, kissing him on his cheek next to his ear. He moved his bottom half off of the chair and with his top half pushed Crocodile down into his armchair. Crocodile threaded his fingers through Buggy’s hair and pulled his head back slightly, pressing a warm smoky kiss to Buggy’s lips.

Buggy pulled away with a coy smile but Crocodile wouldn’t let him go, holding onto his head.

“Crocodile! Let me go!! I have a performance to show you!! Let me do it and then you can do me!” Buggy said with a wink.

Crocodile grimaced and rolled his eyes but let go of Buggy who re-attached and stood with his back to Crocodile. He tapped his foot for a few beats, before starting the little dance he put together just a few days before. It was a loose sort of thing, more to tease Crocodile rather than to impress him. It was mostly gyrating, but Crocodile seemed to appreciate it all the same, watching him intently with his chin on his hand, his elbow on the armrest, his legs spread, his hook in his lap.

Buggy gave him a fanged grin and moved closer, close enough for Crocodile to touch. He swayed his hips, bending over and touched his toes. Crocodile let out a breath through his nose and Buggy felt his cold hook pull at his thigh, dragging him closer. He pulled Buggy onto his lap, his half-hard dick pressing against Buggy’s ass. Buggy broke in half, turning around and moving up to Crocodile’s face, slinging his arms around his shoulders.

“Did you like my dance?” Buggy asked, his gloved fingers brushing the back of Crocodile’s neck.

Crocodile huffed, a small smile on his lips. “Not bad. I’ll show you how much I enjoyed it.” Crocodile’s hand squeezed his ass and thigh, his head bending to mouth at Buggy’s neck.

Buggy whimpered, lifting his hips, wanting to feel more of Crocodile’s touch. His lips trailed down Buggy’s chest, stopping at the edge of the corset. Buggy rolled his hips, pressing his ass down, grinding against Crocodile. He captured Buggy’s lips in another kiss, their mouths moving over one another with warm and slick kisses. Buggy’s lips parted and Crocodile matched him, pushing his tongue into Buggy’s waiting mouth. Buggy moaned around his tongue, hips moving faster, his hands fisting Crocodile’s shirt.

Crocodile lifted Buggy, breaking their kiss, standing from the armchair and carried the split pieces of Buggy in his arms over to the bed. He let the top half of Buggy fall off to the side while he grabbed Buggy’s legs, bending over the bed, laying on his stomach to mouth at Buggy’s thighs.

Buggy opened his mouth to speak but a squawk came out instead because Crocodile pulled him closer and pushed his face into Buggy’s crotch. His tongue ran over Buggy’s half-hard cock, the hot wet sensation of his tongue barely dulled by the sheer tights. Buggy gasped, his hands flying to Crocodile’s hair.

Buggy whimpered as Crocodile wrapped his lips around Buggy’s growing cock, as much as he could through the thin barrier. He licked and sucked, making the fabric damp, cooling as soon as his mouth left to suck a different spot. The sensations were strange but not unwelcome, making Buggy’s cock pulse and twitch with every breath from Crocodile. Each warm press of Crocodile’s mouth felt like it wasn’t enough, just teasing him.

“Croccy.~” Buggy whined. Crocodile’s eyes flicked up to look at him, his mouth still working. Buggy bit at his lips, probably smearing his lipstick onto his teeth, but the sight of Crocodile between his legs like this was breathtaking.

“Can I take off the tights now? I wanna feel your mouth.” Buggy pouted, over acting in the way that often got him what he wanted when it came to Crocodile.

Crocodile lifted his head and leaned up to press a kiss to Buggy’s lips, soft and sweet.

“No.” He breathed. He grabbed Buggy around the middle and picked him up, flipping him facedown onto the bed.

“Wait, what!?” Buggy pushed up onto his hands and knees but Crocodile forced his top half down, biting at his soft ass. Buggy gasped at the feeling of his teeth grazing the tights, moaning as Crocodile spread Buggy’s cheeks and tongued at his hole. He pressed his face deeper in between Buggy’s cheeks, his tongue swirling, writhing against him. Buggy felt like he was going to go crazy, feeling stifled, like he was caged, his cock desperate to be free, his body aching to feel Crocodile’s mouth directly on his skin.

“P-please” he stuttered out, trembling as Crocodile cupped him through tights, tongue still lapping firmly at his hole. Crocodile’s hand moved up to his ass and Buggy heard a rip. His head popped up to see what happened and dropped it with a groan as Crocodile licked a long filthy stripe between his cheeks, his tongue feeling especially hot and wet on his bare skin. Crocodile sucked at his rim, pushing his tongue into the tight ring. Buggy moaned and clawed at the blankets under him. It felt so good but he needed more, desperately so.

He wiggled his ass on his tongue, making Crocodile moan, his grip tightening around his hip. Buggy turned his top half to look at Crocodile, his heart skipping a beat as he looked up at him from over Buggy’s ass with disheveled hair and darkened eyes. Buggy paused, his mind blank for a moment before remembering why he turned around in the first place. With his best pout, pulling out all the stops to try and get his way, he begged Crocodile, “Can you please fuck me now?,” Buggy wiggled his ass again and Crocodile bit him, sucking the squishy flesh.

“You’re so impatient.” He grumbled, unbuckling his pants, pulling out his hard cock, not bothering to take off any of his clothes. Buggy whimpered at the sight of it, more than ready take him.

“You give me this nice gift and then you don’t let me enjoy it.” Crocodile said lowly, pulling Buggy to the edge of the bed so his legs could dangle. He reached over to the nightstand with the lube and condoms.

“W-wait! Croccy, baby, don’t you wanna fuck me without a condom?” Buggy offered, his hands plucking the condom out of Crocodile’s hand. Crocodile stopped him but didn’t move, as if he was thinking about it. Buggy had him!!

Buggy’s top half floated over to him and he wrapped his arms around him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Wouldn’t it feel good to fuck me raw? You could cum inside me, fill me up, cum all over my ass.” Buggy kissed his cheek and tucked his face into his neck, his hand easily sliding out from Crocodile’s grip, taking the condom away.

“I want it so badly. I want to feel you.” Buggy mouthed at his throat, his tongue sliding over Crocodile’s pulse point.

Crocodile let out a trembling breath, his hook pulling Buggy’s face away.

“Fine, but don’t come crying to me afterward when you have to clean up the mess that you asked for.” He said sounding annoyed, but Crocodile’s cheeks were pink, his eyes dark, eager.

He returned to Buggy’s legs, still dangling on the bed, and squeezed lube over his ass, pouring some onto his cock, tossing the bottle on the bed. He stroked himself, making himself slick. Buggy watched, hugging onto Crocodile’s back, unable to pull his eyes away from Crocodile’s hand stroking himself. He rubbed his cock between Buggy’s cheeks, slapping it against his hole. Buggy shivered in pleasure and anticipation, clutching onto Crocodile’s shoulders, mesmerized by the sight of himself.

He pushed into Buggy, the stretch familiar to him now, more pleasure than pain, unlike the first few times he bottomed for Crocodile. He watched with bated breath, his mouth agape, watching his own ass get spread open by Crocodile’s thick cock. Buggy groaned as Crocodile pushed all the way in, his eyes fluttering closed as soon as Crocodile bottomed out. He felt so good, his hot naked flesh felt satisfying, the lack of a barrier would be worth the mess later.

Crocodile’s cock filled him so completely, it reached so deep inside of him, pushed against every pleasant and unpleasant part of him until he was nothing but raw sensation. And it was always so overwhelming, but Buggy had come to enjoy that feeling, of being pushed to his limits. And it seemed Crocodile liked pushing him too; his grip, his bites, his thrusts, everything more powerful and unrestrained every time they had sex. It seemed like he was testing how much Buggy could take, and Buggy wanted to know that too.

“You made yourself nice and wet for me.” Crocodile slowly thrust in and out, enjoying the slick, tight feeling of Buggy’s ass. Buggy couldn’t speak, his mouth hanging open as he focused on the feeling of Crocodile’s hips gradually increasing their pace.

“My sweet boy.” He thrust in sharply, making Buggy cry out. Crocodile chuckled softly, his hand kneading Buggy’s ass, still partially covered by his tights. Buggy whimpered and nodded, panting into Crocodile’s shoulder, his cock pulsing.

“I wanna be so good for you, wanna make you cum inside me.” Buggy said into his shirt, his words muffled. But Crocodile heard it all.

He pulled Buggy’s top half around and pinned him to the bed, his back hitting the firm mattress, Crocodile hovering just above him, still deep inside of Buggy.

“You drive me wild.” He said huskily against Buggy’s lips, kissing him deeply, his tongue thick in Buggy’s smaller mouth. Buggy moaned into the kiss, his fingers sinking into Crocodile’s hair, keeping him close.

Crocodile’s hips moved faster, his thrusts forceful, making Buggy cry out into his mouth. Buggy’s cock ached, leaking against the already damp tights. He was trapped, wanting desperately to be free from the restrictive fabric.

“Baby, let my cock free, please.”

“No. I want you to cum all over yourself.” Crocodile panted, nipping Buggy’s chin, kissing along his throat.

Buggy groaned, his hands sliding over Crocodile’s back, spreading his legs, trying to adjust his cock, wanting to rut into the bed but the tights kept him close to his thigh. He could barely get any friction and Crocodile continued to ignore Buggy’s cock, sucking his neck.

“Please, please, please!” Buggy begged, his cock aching, the feeling of Crocodile’s mouth on his neck going straight down. Crocodile ignored him, mouth moving to the other side, sucking hard enough that Buggy would definitely have dark bruises on his neck. Buggy moaned, his hands gripping Crocodile’s hair.

“Croccyyyyyy! I need it, please.” Buggy cried, feeling like he wanted to burst out of his skin. Everything was starting to become so intense.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He growled into his skin, mouthing his neck and shoulder. “Such a good boy, getting dolled up for me, taking my cock, begging me for more.”

“Yes, all yours, I’m your good boy.” Buggy rushed out, as if he’s said the phrase a hundred times before.

He bit down onto Buggy’s shoulder, his hips slapping against Buggy’s ass with the force of his thrusts.

“Mmm, baby!” Buggy whined, arching his back, heat curling in his belly.

Crocodile groaned, reaching his hand under Buggy, finally giving him the friction he needed.

“Oh god, yes, don’t stop.” Buggy gasped, Crocodile latched onto his neck as he rubbed Buggy through his tights, pounding into him. Buggy was overwhelmed by sensation, moaning and writhing under Crocodile. His eyes rolled back in his head as he came, spilling in his tights, the feeling hot and slick as it pooled around him.

“Fuck, that’s it.” Crocodile groaned, squeezing his hand over Buggy’s wet spot, rubbing it over his tights and Buggy’s wilting cock.

Buggy whimpered and whined, feeling overstimulated, but he wanted to hold out for Crocodile, wanted to help him finish.

“Inside, please, I need it. Cum inside me, mark me.” Buggy panted out between moans, his hands gripping Crocodile’s shoulders. Crocodile moaned into Buggy’s neck, hips stuttering, and then Buggy felt it, the hot gush of cum, thick spurts filling him up, leaking out around Crocodile’s cock.

Crocodile pressed his face into Buggy’s shoulder, catching his breath. Buggy just laid there, too tired to move, but starting to become uncomfortable in his wet sticky tights. He squirmed a little, trying to move out of his wet spot, but it was on his skin, clinging to him.

Crocodile slowly pressed soft kisses to his tender neck, his breath fanning out from his nose over his skin as he traveled upward. He hovered over Buggy, looking over his face, and Buggy watched him, hands moving to cup his cheeks. Buggy broke out into a smile as his thumb trailed over Crocodile’s bright pink lip, Buggy’s lipstick smeared all over his mouth.

“You look so cute.” Buggy cooed, grinning up at Crocodile as he wrapped his arms behind his neck.

Crocodile huffed, meeting Buggy’s lips in another kiss. “You’re cute. My cute cotton candy clown.” He murmured, kissing the heart on his cheek, nuzzling his face into his neck. Buggy’s heart swelled and he held Crocodile a little tighter, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. This was special. He could recognize that. Crocodile wouldn’t act like this with just anyone, wouldn’t show this side of himself to anyone. This was only for Buggy; the cuddling, the tender words, the compliments. It was only for him, and he buzzed with pride.

“Let’s get cleaned up, I want to finish unwrapping my gift.” He rumbled into Buggy’s ear, the heat from Crocodile’s words sending a tingle over his skin.

“Yes, please.” Buggy held onto Crocodile as he lifted the two of them off of the bed. Buggy corrected his bottom half, wrapping his legs around Crocodile’s middle, his body too wide for him to cross his ankles. He put his hooked arm under Buggy’s exposed butt and held him, walking the both of them to the bathroom.

He set Buggy down on the ground in front of the bathroom counter, making him face the mirror. Surprisingly Buggy’s makeup still looked pretty good, the only smudges were around his lips, bright pink smeared up to his cheek, or perhaps it was just the kiss marks from Crocodile.

Crocodile pulled Buggy’s hair back over his shoulder, kissing the exposed skin. Buggy sighed in pleasure, letting Crocodile trail his hand and hook over his back and down his sides, fingers pulling at the large bow holding together his corset. Crocodile looked at Buggy through the mirror, undoing the bow and pulling the corset loose, pulling it up past Buggy’s arms and over his head, setting it on the counter.

Crocodile’s hand went to his chest, fingers trailing over his nipples, hardening over the exposure to the air and Crocodile’s touch. His hook held Buggy’s hair out of the way as he crouched down, mouthing at his neck and shoulder, fingers circling his nipple. Buggy gripped the counter, his breaths becoming shorter, Crocodile stoking his arousal back to life. Buggy held his lips together, a small whine building in his throat as Crocodile pinched and tugged his nipple, his hot tongue laving over his neck. Buggy couldn’t take his eyes off of Crocodile, who was watching him with obvious pleasure, his eyes shining.

His fingers slid across his chest to play with his other nipple, teeth grazing his shoulder, biting down at his meatiest part. Buggy’s whine broke past his lips, his spent cock trying to come back to life.

“Mmm” Crocodile’s voice rumbled in his chest, his hand sliding down Buggy’s abdomen to the waistband of his split tights, fingers hooking into and pulling them down, the fabric of it wetly pulling away from his barely swollen cock.

Crocodile’s breath hitched, abandoning the tights in favor of playing with Buggy’s cock, his large hand cupping him before running the residual cum up and down his flaccid shaft with his thumb and forefinger.

“Hnnnn, too much! Ah ah.” Buggy gasped, his hand grabbing Crocodile’s wrist, squirming away from him as Crocodile’s thumb rubbed at his sensitive head. His body responded though, his cock swelling within Crocodile’s grasp.

“Good boy.” Crocodile rumbled in his ear. He sank down further, sitting on his knees, hunched over, working at the small buckles on Buggy’s heels. Buggy sighed in relief, not sure how much teasing he could take at the moment.

Buggy yelped when Crocodile nipped his soft cheek, his lips following, kissing over the spot before moving over and sinking his teeth into Buggy’s plush flesh again. He freed Buggy’s foot, and moved to the other side, his face moving to Buggy’s other cheek, biting and kissing him as his hand worked at the buckle.

He helped Buggy step out of both of his shoes and his tights, leaving Buggy totally naked. He tried to turn around, to help Crocodile undress but Crocodile stood swiftly and lifted him by his hips, bending him over the countertop, his hard cock rubbing against his ass.

Buggy whimpered, looking up at Crocodile from the mirror, whose eyes watched Buggy’s ass. The counter was hard, unforgiving, digging into his hips, into all the hard bony parts of him. Crocodile didn’t keep him there for long, seeming to get his fill after pushing his cock between the cleft of a Buggy’s ass, squeezing his cheeks together and rutting between them.

He let Buggy go, turning him around and kissing his mouth, pushing his tongue in, tasting him.

“Start the shower while I get undressed.” He ordered, standing straight and unbuttoning his shirt.

“Yes, sir.” Buggy said breathlessly, hurrying over and turning the knobs, making sure the water was nice and warm before he stepped in. Buggy stood there for a few moments unsure of what he wanted to do. He grabbed the soap and mindlessly started lathering it, hands swiping along himself, hissing at the burns and aches he felt as his hands travelled over his body.

Crocodile stepped in behind him, into the spray of water, totally naked now, making Buggy stop and stare. He had seen this a few times now, Crocodile totally bare, but it still felt special. His body was covered in scars, scars from battle, from childhood, from his top surgery, all before his devil fruit abilities. Crocodile had told him only the source of a few scars in passing, when they were lying in bed and Buggy’s fingers traced the long stitched lines. But it was enough for Buggy to get the picture. His childhood was painful, a fight for survival.

“You gonna keep staring? Or do you wanna help me wash my body?” Crocodile looked like he was annoyed but Buggy could tell he was enjoying the attention. They were similar in that way, they liked attention, but in different ways. Buggy liked the loud praise, the thousands of voices chanting his name, but Crocodile liked the private kind. The intimate setting, where he drew you in, made you focus on him.

“You’re so sexy, baby.” Buggy murmured, bringing soapy hands to rub over his thick chest. “I can’t help but be distracted by your body.”

Crocodile sighed, his hand resting on Buggy’s shoulder as he washed Crocodile, his hands moving slowly down, until they met his hard dick. Buggy wrapped his hands around him, not looking up, lathering the soap over the hard shaft, using the slick glide to stroke him, twisting his hands as he jerked his cock. Crocodile groaned, gripping the back of Buggy’s neck. His hand slid down his back, his fingers pushing between his cheeks, pushing his fingertip into him, slick lube and cum squelching out of him.

“I wanna fuck your messy little hole. Do you want that? Want me to fill you up again?” He panted, hips jumping.

“Yes.” Buggy breathed, moaning as his finger sunk deeper into him.

“Of course you do. My sweet boy wants me to use my birthday gift til it breaks, doesn’t he?” He husked into his ear, curling two fingers into Buggy, searching for his prostate.

Buggy gripped Crocodile’s arms, gasping as his fingers brushed over it, giving him sparks of intense pleasure before the fingers disappeared.

“Y-yeah. Hah- I want you to fuck me until I scream.”

Crocodile turned them around, rinsing off the soap then put his back to the shower spray, blocking it from reaching Buggy. Buggy stared up at him, glancing at his massive cock jutting out. Crocodile scooped him up, holding his hips with his hand and his forearm. Buggy gasped, breaking in half, wrapping his arms and legs around him. Crocodile guided him onto his cock, his tip catching his hole and slowly pushed in.

Buggy groaned, his cock twitching as Crocodile filled him, stretching him until he bottomed out.

“So good. Your tight little ass feels so good.” Crocodile panted, slowly lifting Buggy before slamming him back down.

“Oh fuck!” Buggy cried out, clutching onto Crocodile as he bounced him up and down on his cock. Each slam into him was toe-curling, the sensations overwhelming. Buggy moaned into his shoulder, his cock rubbing against Crocodile’s belly with every movement, giving him stimulation from both ends.

He broke his legs away from his lower half, letting Crocodile use his ass freely, loving the feeling of being used like this. Crocodile picked up the pace, groaning, his hips thrusting to meet Buggy’s ass as he pushed him down onto his cock.

“Good boy.” Crocodile growled, “helping me use what’s mine.”

“Yeah” Buggy moaned, shuddering, eyes sliding closed, spilling white stripes of cum over Crocodile’s belly.

“Mmmm, feels good, doesn’t it?” Crocodile murmured into his ear, slowing his pace, sliding Buggy up and down his cock with more care, making him feel every inch, every ridge and bump and vein, and enjoying the slick hot feeling of Buggy’s ass in turn.

“Mmmhmm” Buggy grit his teeth, every sensation was too much, he felt like he was going to burst out of his skin. There was no way he could cum anymore, his ass was done! But he couldn’t get a word out, his body trembling so violently he had to clench his jaw to keep his teeth from chattering.

Crocodile started moving faster, tilting Buggy’s hips back just slightly, making it feel tighter for Crocodile. But the change in angle and speed had Buggy seeing stars, had him crying out, had tears leaking from the corners of his eyes, closed so tightly shut it was beginning to ache.

He clawed at Crocodile’s back, his nails digging into his skin, a rarity, but the water made every contact real. There was no sand to disperse Buggy’s grasping fingertips, no sand to disperse the pain.

Crocodile groaned at the sharp contact, hips stuttering, then he slammed Buggy down hard on his cock, his mouth finding his neck and biting down. Buggy clawed harder at Crocodile’s back, crying out, screaming as his ass met Crocodile’s hips with hard slaps, his thick cock re-arranging his guts, grazing over his prostate with every thrust.

Buggy’s flaccid cock twitched, thin watery spurts of cum oozed out as he sobbed into Crocodile’s shoulder, slumping against him, his vision darkening.

Buggy felt Crocodile cum inside of him, the hot wet sensation making him gasp, his hands weakly gripping his back.

“So perfect. My sweet boy. You did such a good job.” Crocodile said softly into his damp hair, pulling Buggy off of his cock, and cradling him close as Buggy put himself back together.

Buggy just made a sound in his throat, keeping his eyes closed as he laid his head on Crocodile's shoulder and let himself be held. Crocodile brought them both into the warm spray of water, cooler than before, but Crocodile turned up the knob as hot as it would go. Buggy sighed in pleasure at the hot water washing over his head and skin, the change in temperature making him very aware of his bruised and tender spots.

Crocodile washed the both of them as he held Buggy, dragging a soapy hand over his back and butt and thighs, apologizing as he pushed a finger into him and scooped out the cum, letting it get rinsed away. That was really the only uncomfortable part, the rest of the shower just made Buggy sink further into Crocodile, too sleepy and tired to do anything but loosely hold onto him.

Crocodile turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and dried both of them, not setting down Buggy for a moment as he did his best to towel them off. He brought Buggy back into the room, grabbed his thick fluffy robe from his wardrobe and wrapped Buggy up. Crocodile almost never used the robe, and Buggy was surprised he held onto it, since he usually got rid of things he wasn’t using. But he had a feeling Crocodile kept it around just because Buggy liked to wear it. It was far too large, but that was what Buggy liked about it. It was soft and big enough to engulf him entirely. And it smelled just like Crocodile.

Buggy sighed in pleasure, wiggling around in the soft robe, loving the feeling of it on his bare skin. Crocodile brought him to the bed, made sure he was wrapped in his robe, and then tucked them under the covers. He turned off the lights and they lay there, Buggy starting to fall asleep, with Crocodile tracing his fingers over his face, so soft, so gentle, like a butterfly wing. Buggy was nearly gone, but he was awake enough to feel Crocodile kiss his forehead and say “I love you. Thank you for the gift.”

Buggy fell asleep with a smile on his face.