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It's not that Killer hadn't gotten this drunk before, or this tired, and he'd definitely been this horny more times than he'd admit without a gun to Kid's head, but he could not summon a single memory of them all being this bad at once.
His head was spinning, even laying down, dizzy exhaustion curling through his joints and making his limbs feel heavy and weak, despite the insistent needy ache pulsing between his thighs.
He was in Kid's bed, the man himself looming over him, the low light doing nothing to hide every gorgeous plane of his body as he pushed Killer's legs open with an appreciative whistle.
Killer was soaked, the thick waves of his bush sticking to his skin, his dick throbbing above the slick, puffy lips of his cunt. Kid wasn't doing much better, eyes a little glassy, cock twitching and throbbing needily without his pants to keep it restrained.
God. What Killer wouldn't give right now to have the energy and coordination to shove Kid down and ride him, dig his fingers bruisingly into the man's thick, meaty chest and hear him moan like a girl as his thick cock stretched Killer open.
As it stands, Killer had made it as far as staggering back with Kid to the room, with several breaks to grope each other, and stripping down to one remaining sock, before a wave of exhaustion had him almost passing out on his feet.
Kid had taken over, carried Killer to the bed, there was no real question about continuing or not. Frantic, drunk sex had practically become the traditional end to every Kid Pirates Rager.
But Killer was so tired too this time, so heavy, his eyes fluttering against the onslaught of sleep even as he felt Kid's cock press promisingly against his aching, dripping cunt. He gripped Kid's shoulders, trying to ground himself, anchor his brain to the waking world just long enough to satisfy the throbbing in his core.
He felt Kid pause and heard his own voice spilling out drunk and needy and higher than he intended,
"Don't stop-"
Kid snickered, somewhere strange between affection and arrogance, his right hand on Killer's thigh holding him open as slowly, too slowly, he began to ease inside.
"Not goin' anywhere, partner," He murmured, his own eyes rolling back as his aching cock was swallowed by the tight, pulsing heat of Killer's cunt, "mmmf- just dont- don't make yerself sick,"
Killer nodded weakly, panting as he was stretched open, the blissful, familiar ache of it making it even harder to focus. He rolled his hips against the lazy rhythm Kid was setting, trying to keep up. He wanted to push Kid for faster, rougher, wanted to be bounced against the bed as he gave as good as he got. Wanted teeth scraping against each other's throats, hair twisted between fingers, Kid whining as he struggled to hold out, but even this languid, steady pace felt so difficult now to follow.
Killer’s vision swam, eyes drooping shut as he felt Kid's cock grinding against his sweet spot, an insistent pressure on core that made Killer’s whole body buzz. His dick was pinned and rubbed against Kid's gut, furthur fuzzing the edges of Killer's mind with uneven, sparking pleasure that crackled off every heavy thrust. The temptation to just lay back and take it was overwhelming, to just let the bliss wash over him with every deep, steady roll of Kid’s hips.
Killer realised his eyes were shut again and they snapped open with a start, his blunt nails digging helplessly into Kid's shoulders as he panted with the effort of staying present as much as the pleasure.
Killer tried again to match Kid's movements, head spinning, vision blurring as he tried to pull himself close enough to get at Kid's neck. A wave of dizziness rose in his chest and he swore frustratedly, eyes screwing shut once more.
"Fuckin' hell-"
Kid shushed him, pushing down on Killer's thigh a little harder, opening him up a little wider.
"Kil', relax," He murmured, voice low and breathy and trailing off into a groan, "lemme take care 'f ya,"
Killer's head fell back once more with a shuddering sigh, fingers wrapping around his own wrists in an effort to keep his arms looped loosely around Kid's shoulders.
"Yeah- hahh- yeah, jus' like that," Kid breathed, shifting his prosthetic where it was braced on the bed to lean further over Killer, thrusting in deeper and making the blond groan.
"'s so good..." Killer murmured, eyes fluttering open enough to catch the slight smirk on Kid's face, his features otherwise pinched in concentration as he tried to keep the roll of his hips slow and steady.
Killer let his eyes slip shut again, allowing his brain to wind down to the heavy, stretching pleasure of Kid grinding into him, the thick head of Kid's cock rocking insistently against his sweet spot and making him dizzy with bliss.
He could feel everything, the broad, hot hand wrapped halfway around his thigh and tensing as Kid resisted the urge the squeeze, the way Kid's balls bounced against his ass with every measured thrust, the metal warming against his hip where Kid's other hand was keeping him balanced, the insistent grinding of his own dick against Kid's gut.
Kid was relentless in everything he did. Relentless now in sheer commitment to the slow, rolling grind of his hips, despite every cell of him that screamed for faster, harder. His breathing was heavy and laboured, body burning as he forced himself to stay steady, measured, the closest he could keep to gentle.
The scent of him, of the two of them tangled together, would’ve overwhelmed Killer if he wasn't so unfocused already. Sweat and hairspray and motor oil, blood and the ozone edge of Kid’s devil fruit swirled slowly like fog through Killer’s senses, dragging him further into safely familiar oblivion.
“S’ good, Kid…” Killer heard himself slurring between shuddering gasps, “takin’ care ‘f me s’ good…”
Exhaustion and alcohol settled like sediment in Killer's bones as he let the sensation of Kid filling him wash through and fill the space left behind. He felt hazy and weak, and he was almost certain that he was drooling, but the longer he focused on the steady intensity of Kid fucking him, the less he cared.
Soon Killer was floating, absent. Everything having melted away to leave him as an unfocused mass of simmering, aching pleasure, pure sensation drifting languidly on the edge of consciousness.
Distantly, he heard Kid swear softly, and mustered a vague hum in response. Seconds or an eternity later, he felt the grip on his thigh vanish, heard something hard and heavy clatter in some far away place. Then Kid was everywhere. Pressed down on top of him, the familiar angles of his face buried in Killer's neck, the thick shape of his cock angled deep and insistent with the pressure.
Kid panted, hot, shuddering breaths, sticky against Killer's skin.
"Mmfh- Wanna... Wanna hold ya..."
The words were barely coherent to the haze of Killer's mind, but he felt Kid's arm wrap around his back, felt his own lips twitch into a grin he was too blissed out to hate. Felt, more than heard, the breathy groan that spilled from his throat as Kid began to move again, drawing back just enough to let his own weight force him home.
Kid's voice was far away and everywhere at once, low, needy moans vibrating against Killer's throat as despite himself he couldn't help but move faster, chase the pleasure building in his gut.
Killer didn't mind the change in pace, or didn't notice. It still felt so good, still kept him in that blissful void where nothing else in the world existed, where the heavy shapes of Kid against him, inside him, with him, were the start and end of everything.
Killer could feel a deep, rhythmic throbbing throughout his body, a lazy tension drawing tighter between the pulse and the thrust. He couldn't tell which of them was close, he couldn't care. All that mattered was staying here, floating, feeling, loved, loving, love love love.
"Love y'too, Kil'," Kid's reply was the only indication Killer had that he'd even spoken, "so- nnnnf- fuckin' much..."
Killer was slipping, his gasps softening to sighs, the heavy, aching pleasure starting to feel more distant even as the tension continued to draw. His hands slipped bonelessly from Kid's shoulders, his slack body a heavy doll in Kid's embrace as the claws of sleep dragged him ever further from the present.
Just a little longer.
"'m close-"
He knew Kid was talking, somewhere.
"Nnnh- fuck- Kil'..."
Knew he was still here, still feeling, feeling, feeling…
Killer felt his own breath catch in his throat as something snapped. A wave of hot, rolling bliss washed through his body, and the steady, rhythmic pressure of Kid thrusting into him faltered.
"Nngh-! fuck- Killer-!"
Kid's gasps of pleasure was the last thing Killer heard. Far away, the heavy throbbing inside him gave way to a hot, pulsing heat. A hazy, molten pleasure filling the space where his focus used to be.
The velvet oblivion of sleep finally dragged Killer over the edge. He fell fully, slack and peaceful beneath Kid's body, his breaths growing slow and even as Kid jerked and spilled inside him.
Kid panted, exhaustion and his own partying catching up rapidly as he lazily mouthed at Killer’s neck, hips still shifting to milk out the rest of his pleasure. A lazy quiet settled over the room, Kid catching his breath to the rhythm of Killer's peaceful, easy breathing. The sounds of music and movement elsewhere on the ship felt a million miles away, and Kid tuned it out almost as soon as he remembered it was there.
Kid rolled heavily onto his side, arm wrapped securely around Killer’s waist, keeping them close, keeping them joined. He lazily kicked the covers as far over them as far as he could bother, burying his nose in blond waves and the familiar scent of hairspray and sweat.
"Love y' Kil'..."
The world around them blurred away and Kid didn't fight it, surrendering to sleep as it pulled him under to join Killer.