fiery violent pirate babies

[hiken]

Who: The Spade Pirates. Babies.
Where: Somewhere on the ocean, constantly circling the same reef. Babies.
When: May 15th - May 18th Babies.
What: IDK, look at the subject header.
Warnings: Babies.
Style: Action, Log, Babies.
Status: Babies.

General catch-all for baby-things! Make your own threads, babies. /slaps

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[thatchette]

[flustered Marco is too cute. He can't. How could anyone? He eats and then leans over and gives Marco a peck on the cheek. And then a slower peck by his ear, giving a low meaningless whistle full of intent]

[fierypineapplebird]

[He freezes completely again, blinking and eyes going wide.]

[He starts leaning his ear to the other man's mouth without even realizing it, and when he does notice, he just freezes for yet a third time.]

[What do, what do, what do.]

[He swings his feet idly under the table, and then gives a low curious, confused whistle back.]

Me?

[Like surely he must have gotten stuck in some crossfire. Or Thatch was making someone else jealous or...]

[Marco slowly drags the big toe of his foot in a line up Thatch's calf, mimicking some of the play from before, and then lightly molests the underside of his knee.]

[HA! There. He can totally keep up--]

[Okay he totally can't, he's already blushing up a storm and he just defiantly turns and looks the opposite direction, carefully munching on the sunflower seeds like he's not doing anything.]

[Not doing anyyyything.]

[thatchette]

Aye

[a chill went up him at the movement of Marco's toe, and he shifted his leg out a bit to give him better access. That was hot and freaking adorable. Especially the looking away.

Thatch ate casually with one hand and with the other, slid it up Marco's knee and along the inside of his thigh]

[fierypineapplebird]

[He just BARELY refrains from giving a startled chirp, but he trembles nervously again, and has to still himself not to accidentally kick Thatch out of reflex.]

What are...

What should I?

Hum...

[He hands Thatch another forkful of food without looking. Because clearly the only reason someone would be trying to get this much attention is food.]

[thatchette]

[chuckles. This is too adorable. He can't resist. Can't stop, won't stop. He eats the offered food, sliding his mouth off the fork even if Marco isn't looking.] Mmm.

Use your instinct.

[massages that place on his inner thigh, rubbing his thumb up and down]

[fierybluebird]

My instincts say run.

[And something else he doesn't know how to handle or what to do with.]

[He doesn't run though, just sort of still frozen and startled, and gets Thatch more food, feeling like he's feeding a baby bird, yaaay.]

[thatchette]

[he stops massaging but keeps his hand there, eating it slowly and holding his gaze]

Then what do you want to do?

[fierypineapplebird]

[There's a quiet pause and he glances back at Thatch, slowly blushing again and fidgets.]

I can't tell you that yet.

How long does it take to seduce someone?

[thatchette]

[chuckle]

Depends on how good you are.

[tugs him a little closer and peeps softly. Still hungry]

[fierypineapplebird]

[Gives more food!]

And are you good at it?

[thatchette]

[noms and tugs a bit closer still, leaning forward to murmur in his ear]

Very.

[fierybluebird]

[He kind of hiccups a surprised chirp and bites the bottom of his on lip, getting more food to keep Thatch's mouth busy.]

[GLANCING AWAY AGAIN TOO!]

And me?

Am I... seducing you?

[thatchette]

[nom nom happy sounds]

Aye. [massages again softly] Already my life is in your hands.

[fierypineapplebird]

[Marco takes that literally and gives Thatch a quizzical look.]

[Then carefully wraps his free hand around Thatch's throat and gently presses with the thumb.]

You mean now it is?

[Sly wicked grin.]

[thatchette]

[instead of answering, he tilts his head back a little, his expression open ans he looks down at Marco's eyes and then wets a corner of his lip and gives a low needy whistle.]

[fierybluebird]

[asdkjasldkajsldkj]

[And we go right back to blushing confused Marco.]

[It's like fighting, but it's not.]

[He's excited like it's fighting, but not.]

[Half of him wants to kick, tackle, or otherwise pin the brat down to show him who's boss, but it's not bloodlust it's...]

[O-oh.]

[Well then.]

[So he's just.]

[A BILLION WAYS confused.]

[And then gulps and runs his foot along Thatch's calf again.]

Who wins a bloodlust fight when there is no blood? Is it always a draw, or is it not a fight?

[That's probably a weird question, but he has to know.]

[thatchette]

[that foot is going to drive him crazy after a while, but he likes it, and likes watching the reactions flit over Marco's face and burn in his eyes]

More of a wrestle than a fight. You may play to see who dominates but the important thing at the end is that everyone wins.

[he reaches up and smoothes his hand over the one on his throat, looking at Marco through hooded eyes as if it's the best sensation in the world]

[fierypineapplebird]

[Marco's eyes go more hooded as well as he smoothly glides the thumb up and down Thatch's throat before going to tug an ear closer to him.]

Okay.

[It's dark and growled, and incredibly quietly, but he likes the way it sounds different from all the whistles that always smooth and playful and light.]

[More serious and dangerous.]

Just so long as you know I hate losing.

[He says it calmly enough, but it's definitely a warning and he slides his foot flexibly up the inside of Thatch's legs, still yet, even more warning.]

[And before Thatch can answer, Marco stuffs more food in his mouth.]

[Fufufufu.]

[thatchette]

[he swallowed. It was going to be really ha... difficult to get up from the table... Damn his voice sounding like that. He opened his mouth to reply in kind but]

Harlferff

[that's a lot of bread all at once, Marco. He's not Ace. But he chews it anyway]

[fierypineapplebird]

[SMILES.]

[Thatch is funny.]

[Okay Marco is going to finish up his round, and put Ikki to bed and then you know. Stuff. And things.]

[See ya funny dude.]

[He disentangles himself and pats Thatch's head.]

See you later tonight.

[He so doesn't even know for what, but you know. Whatever.]