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The metal wall of the Polar Tang is frigid against Shachi's bare shoulder blades, a stark contrast to Penguin's warm hands on his hips. Teeth against his throat pull a soft whimper from him, and he buries his hand in Penguin's hair, knocking his hat to the floor with a muffled thud. Penguin dislodges it easily as he pulls back, and Shachi only has a moment to process his partner's smirk before he's turned around and pressed against the wall. The chill of the wall permeates the thin fabric of his tank top instantaneously, leaving him to bite back another whimper.
"Hands on the wall, Shachi." The way Penguin's voice deepens when they're alone like this is burned into Shachi's memory permanently, and yet it will always have the same effect on him. His hands are both placed flat on the fall within the next second, sliding upwards as he slides his body down just enough to arch his back, pressing his ass against Penguin's clothed erection.
The little grunt it draws out of Penguin is further proof that he's just as affected by Shachi. Unfortunately, neither one of them possesses an ounce of seriousness. "Gonna frisk me, Mr. Marine?" Shachi barely manages to finish the sentence before he's overcome with laughter at what he believes to be his own comedic genius.
Penguin folds himself over Shachi, bracing a hand beside his lover's as he laughs alongside him. "If this is how marines have tried to frisk you, then I'm gonna have to go marine hunting." The hand on his hip trails down and around to Shachi's inner thigh, squeezing at the sensitive skin. His fingertips press into bitten bruises from the night before, and he's rewarded with a moan that stalls Shachi's retort.
It echoes around Law's operation theater and probably down the hall, but if they're lucky, no one will hear it over Bepo's music playing on deck. Neither of them have an ounce of shame to spare, but that doesn't make their captain's punishments any more appealing.
"You're gonna have to be a little quieter, Shach," Penguin mumbles, lips lightly brushing across the back of his neck.
Shachi snorts, "I can do that, Peng." He tilts his head just enough to press a kiss to the raised scar that wraps around Penguin's arm. Penguin drops his head onto Shachi's shoulder, and he can feel the heat as it rises to his partner's face. "I can be quiet."
Penguin's hand traces up his thigh and ghosts across his crotch before trailing under his tank top to sit against the scarring from the same explosion, but Shachi only shivers. "You can do anything you put your mind to," Penguin mumbles. His fingers trace the outline without looking, for a moment, taking the time to memorize it again.
Shachi leaves another kiss on his arm before it inevitably moves out of his reach. He knows Penguin still blames himself after all these years, but Shachi could never blame him for doing what he could to take care of them both. They were young and stupid, and Law was able to put them back together in the end. "Thanks, baby."
"Except be quiet." Shachi gasps in mock betrayal, but it quickly turns into a hiss as Penguin slides his hand down, taking Shachi's pants with it. His fingers lightly brush the base of Shachi's cock, effectively distracting him from Penguin's other hand swinging at his rear.
Shachi can't stop the sharp moan, but it's silent in comparison to the echoing crack of his ass. The laughter that rips out of both of them leaves them weak in the knees and sliding down the wall despite their fight to stay standing. Penguin's arms wrap around Shachi once they're on the floor, keeping him close as their bodies shake. "Why was that so crisp?"
Penguin shrugs. "Probably because you have the fattest ass to ever come out of North Blue." Penguin leaves several kisses across his shoulders and back, but they're more teeth than lip from how wide his partner is smiling. He leans all the way back against Penguin's chest to lock lips instead, but they're both smiling too wide for it to work well either.
"And it's all yours, baby. I'm all yours." Their lips brush together with every word. The giggling between kisses doesn't fully stop, even as Penguin's hands return to roaming Shachi's body, but it's nothing new to either one of them. By the time Penguin has ditched his shirt, Shachi is naked in his lap, legs spread and content to be teased however Penguin pleases.
Unfortunately for both of them, the familiar tingly feeling of one of Law's Rooms opening shoots through them before Penguin can get his own pants off. Both of them go completely still, but their hopes dashed when Law appears right in front of them.
Law's sharp gold eyes take in the sight before him, and his arms are already crossed. He's pissed and they both know it. "Fuck in your quarters, not in my sterile operating room." He doesn't give them the chance to respond before they're both Shambled into their shared quarters.
The floating feeling is one they're both used to shaking off in a single instant, so it's no inconvenience to them. However, Law has separated their dicks from their bodies.
"Why does captain have to be such a buzzkill," Penguin mumbles, assuming Law had sent their dicks elsewhere on the ship.
Shachi quickly lifts both from where he grabbed them out of midair, just before they could be teleported away. "I think he's just offered us an opportunity, actually." He hands his dick to Penguin, smirking as he keeps Penguin's for himself. "Use me like a dildo, and I can put on a little show for you. It'll be fun."
"Have I ever told you that you're a genius, because you're a genius." Penguin's smirk matches Shachi's as he sits back to watch. They're just going to have to miss the rest of the duties today.