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The night is young.
A cool breeze drapes Law’s body in a lingering embrace as he stands in the garden of some unnamed host. The pungent scent of alcohol is prevalent in the air as bottles and cups clink together with a resounding “cheers”, the merriment in the vicinity gripping and wringing Law’s entire being like a wet rag. Bodies stick close together in love, in lust, or in good fun, as music booms through the speakers littered throughout the house, and a headache is already budding in Law’s tired, heavy head.
Amidst the excitement pumping in the air, Law feels sick.
Attending a party wasn't in his plans for the day, the week, or even the upcoming months, yet here he is in all his tired, gloomy glory, all because of his friends’ stupid puppy eyes that he can’t ever seem to resist.
The thundering bass of the speakers rattle inside his head and he wishes he could just leave but he promised he’d stay there for at least an hour, and shit, what a bad choice.
Law walks back inside the house while dodging all the drunks to drown himself in alcohol and actually resign to his fate. He can see the other three living it up, talking and drinking with random girls, and Law really, really, wants to smack the back of their heads so he can get out of there soon.
Why invite him if they’ll just leave him all alone? Shit, he doesn’t even know whose party this is. All he got was a ‘We need to relax and unwind! There’s a party at Windmill Street so let’s go!’ and that was that.
He feels tired, stupid, and lonely,—a new addition—and maybe some alcohol in his veins can help curb the heavy feeling budding in his worn heart.
Law is fine alone, has been alone for years. Sure he’s had a couple, or a lot of sexual partners, but nothing really lasted and he actually preferred it that way. More sex, less feelings. It was easy to detach and just let his carnal desires overtake his otherwise preoccupied mind.
This time though, he’s been on a dry spell for four months because he never has the time. He’s always busy, always tired, and it’s hard to admit but maybe he does crave the heated touch of someone else on his body after so long.
Well if those three act like that tonight, then Law can definitely go pick someone up too.
Law goes straight for the fridge to get a beer because he’s actually cautious enough to not accept random drinks from strangers. Safe, sane, consensual—Law doesn’t look like the type to abide those rules but he definitely does. He scans the people on the stairs and the living room as he sits on a bolted swivel chair by the kitchen island, but his eyes zero in on the new guy walking in through the front door.
Black, unruly hair that sticks up in different directions; big, dark eyes that surprisingly seem to glimmer even from afar with an old, stitched scar framing it underneath; freckle-kissed cheeks, and thin lips pressed together in a pout.
He’s cute.
The cute guy immediately beelines for the kitchen with no regard for anything else and he quickly opens the fridge to, quite literally, plunder it for all it’s worth. He can’t seem to control himself as he takes a bite out of every food item he gets his hands on before he can even put them down on the counter. Amidst the kitchen chaos in front of him, Law snorts as a dollop of frosting smears across the side of the guy’s mouth.
“Need help?” Law asks and the guy suddenly whips his head to him, finally acknowledging his presence. Law taps his finger on the side of his mouth twice and the guy flushes the tiniest bit before he wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. Really cute.
Law and the guy have a mini staring contest for what feels like an eternity and Law belatedly realizes that his question and the act that followed it definitely classify as flirting when he actually wanted to help the guy out. Yikes. He wasn’t supposed to do that yet.
“Nope! Thanks though.” Law blinks out of their little competition and is rewarded with what is possibly the biggest smile he’s ever seen and eyes that curve along with it. Damn, how many times will Law think this unnamed man is cute?
“If you say so,” Law shrugs and purses his lips to stop a small smile from forming on his face.
“I’m Monkey D. Luffy! What’s your name? I’ve never seen you before.” The guy, Luffy, helpfully supplies in between stuffing his mouth.
“I’m Trafalgar Law. My friends dragged me out to ‘have fun’ they said, and now I’m just waiting for them to finish.” Law leans his arms on the island to stare at the man who emptied the poor, unknowing host of the party of all their food for the month.
“Well it’s”—Luffy looks at the clock—“9PM, so I doubt you’re leaving anytime soon.” Luffy wipes his hand on his shirt and Law cringes inside, definitely a minus point.
“Come meet my friends!” Luffy suddenly suggests, but he seems to ponder about something and Law is amused with how Luffy’s face doesn’t hide anything from the naked eye. If he imagined hard enough he can even make out the gears turning in Luffy’s head.
“Or stay here and enjoy all the food and drink.” That surprised Law. Luffy seemed like the type to pull people along for whatever whim he has, yet here he is, giving Law the option to sit out. And enjoy the food?
“You’d share?” Law raises an eyebrow and leans forward.
“It’s a party. I can hold back a little bit.” Luffy stuffs another cookie whole in his mouth.
“Right,” Law scoffs. That was his display of holding back? “I’ll be here if you need me.”
Luffy smiles at him again and walks to the couch with a comical amount of food and drink balanced on his tray that it almost toppled over if not for the green-haired guy catching the bottom of it. He sits down and spares Law one final glance then he focuses on whatever the conversation over there is.
Ah, this might be a bust.
Law had expected Luffy to immediately sit down with him by the island and accidentally brush their knees and pinkies together, but none of that happened. Is he not that attractive anymore? Do four months of unintentional celibacy really do that to a man?
Law turns his seat away from Luffy, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he intertwines his fingers together and stretches his arms upward to ease the tension in his body. He picks up the neglected beer bottle and spins the chair back to observe all the people, but a little surprise greets him as he leans his back and elbow on the island.
Luffy’s staring at him—heavy and intense. Luffy holds eye contact as he takes a long sip out of his glass, the bottom of his face covered by the drink and his strangely big hand.
Law suddenly feels pinned to his seat; he feels like he might get eaten alive.
I thought he wasn’t interested?
Law decides to feel things out. He makes a show out of crossing his legs; he slowly lifts his right leg up until the side of his calf touches his knee, then he crosses it over his left leg while letting his foot hang loose, a few calculated swings angled in Luffy’s direction.
A look of surprise washes over Luffy’s face but he continues staring at him and Law’s not one to back down from a challenge.
He brings his beer to his lips but he doesn’t drink from it. He slowly slides his bottom lip up on the finish and Luffy’s eyebrows knit together from across the room. He starts pressing light kisses on the lip of the bottle and to top it all off, he mouths at the bore of it, his lips looking like they’re sucking at anything but a beer bottle.
“Hey, Trafalgar?” A big body suddenly blocks his view and Law almost clicks his tongue in irritation. He carefully places the bottle down on the table and looks up to see who the hell is interrupting him.
“And you are?” Law raises an eyebrow at the redhead. He’s big, beefy, with a scar lining his face down to his neck. Too bad for him, Law’s in the mood for cute tonight.
“The name’s Kid. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Kid inches closer and Law’s knees hit clothed thighs.
Ah, it seems like I accidentally fished something else.
“Bad things, I presume.”
“If you mean bad meaning good then definitely.” This man wants to fuck, Law thinks, but he has other plans tonight. Kid places a leg in the space between his thighs and a wicked thought crosses Law’s mind.
Law places a hand on Kid’s shoulder as he looks back at Luffy. The man looks pissed, like a kid whose candy got stolen right in front of him, and Law loves the effect he has on Luffy—it’s too easy. He lightly traces a finger down Kid’s arm then he clasps his hand around a thick wrist. Law leans back and looks up at Kid with his head tilted to the right, baring his neck for both men to see.
A small ‘huh’ leaves Law’s lips as Kid suddenly shakes off the hold he has on his wrist. He forcefully grabs Law—his right hand on the dip of Law’s back—tugging him up so close they’re chest to chest, and the stench of alcohol assaults Law’s nose.
“I guess the rumors were true,” Kid whispers, and Law feels his headache come back with a friend, anxiety.
“Trafalgar Law is a slut.”
Before Law could kick him right on the balls, Kid is already sitting on the floor with an exasperated look on his face.
“Watch it, Jaggy. Don’t bother Torao.” Luffy suddenly appears in front of him, sandwiching himself between him and Kid, and Law breathes out a sigh of relief. He’s fully capable of fending for himself but having someone on his side eases the stuffy feeling in his chest.
Wait, don’t bother who now?
“Oh, shut up! He was literally begging for it.” Law’s knuckles itch with the need to punch this guy.
Instead, Law places his hands on Luffy’s shoulders and pulls his back towards him. He leans forward as he slings his arms around Luffy’s neck to cage him in a half hug. He looks at Kid in the eye and kisses Luffy’s ear, the shorter man jolting the slightest bit in his arms.
“Who’s begging who, Kid-ya?”
Before anyone could react, Luffy grabs one of Law’s wrists and drags him out of his chair.
“Luffy-ya?” Law calls out with a tinge of nervousness as Luffy drags him upstairs. What in the world is going on? And why is he letting Luffy drag him around?
They head straight for the farthest room from the stairs and Luffy jerkily opens the door, yanking Law inside. Law’s back immediately hits the wooden door and hung clothes as Luffy pins him in place.
“Luffy-ya?” Law tries calling out again. He can’t see Luffy’s face like this; his face is cast downward, he’s breathing roughly, and the hold he has on Law’s wrist is bordering on painful already, the kind of pain he doesn’t want.
“Luffy-ya, it hurts.” Luffy finally looks up at him and quickly releases the hold on his wrist as if he burned him.
Law’s lips slightly part in awe because of the sight in front of him. Luffy’s eyes are half-lidded, the shine in them gone. He’s flushed from his freckled cheeks, all the way down to his neck, and his lips are wet and kiss-bitten. The fuck?
Law sneakily grabs the door handle as Luffy closes his eyes to take a deep breath in and out, just in case he needs to bolt out of there. Fuck picking up a cute guy, fuck the horny thoughts in his lust-addled brain.
“Torao,” Luffy finally says, his voice two pitches lower than before—fiercer yet somehow restrained. A shiver runs up along Law’s spine at the sound.
“I’m sorry,” he adds, to Law’s surprise. Luffy opens his eyes and looks at Law, then at the red mark he made on Law’s wrist. Luffy uses one hand to lift Law’s hand up and run his thumb along the mark. Law lets out a soft sigh from the touch and maybe he’s just overreacting, Luffy doesn’t pose any danger.
“Care to explain why you dragged me here?” Law asks, his voice unbelievably stable despite the unusual nervousness thrumming in his veins.
“I—” Luffy starts, but he quickly snaps his eyes shut and grits his teeth. He takes a steadying breath and continues, “Do you have any idea what you looked like earlier?”
“Me?” Law feigns innocence, but he knows his earlier display was anything but subtle.
“You were so sexy, Torao. Everyone on that floor was staring at you.” Luffy’s eyes feel heavy on his being, nothing like the look he was giving him when they were talking in the kitchen. His honesty and straightforwardness does things to Law, but he can’t help but tease him—see what will cause him to crumble.
“Really? Didn’t notice.” He really didn’t. All of his attention was focused on showing the man across him a taste of what he could have, and he honestly thought he was hidden well enough by the walls.
Luffy slides his arms around Law’s waist and hooks his fingers on a belt loop. Law’s back arches off the door even more, saliva pooling in his mouth in anticipation for what’s to come.
“You picked me. Do you know how lucky I feel?” Luffy tugs his belt loops up, the unforgiving tautness of denim digs and rubs against his clothed pussy and a spike of arousal pools in his gut.
Law licks his lips and wetly whispers, “Don’t make me regret it then.”
Law feels the weight of Luffy’s hand on the back of his neck before he gets yanked down to meet cracked lips. It’s wet, messy, and Luffy tastes like a mixed buffet but Law doesn’t have it in him to care. Luffy kisses as if there’s no tomorrow. He’s greedy and inexperienced but the hand gently caressing the hair on his nape provides a delectable contrast that Law can’t have enough of.
Law feels Luffy move and he swallows the groan that follows. Luffy breaks the kiss and the cute thing looks so red and bothered, Law does his best to stifle a chuckle.
“Torao, sit.” Luffy suddenly says, and Law looks down to see Luffy’s leg propped up between his thighs. Then he realizes that Luffy has to bend his thigh higher to reach him and fuck, that’s kinda funny. Well, Law can’t do anything about their height difference and Luffy’s inability to comfortably tease his crotch.
Luffy grabs Law’s chin and says, “Don’t laugh! And I’m strong so don't worry.” And Law guesses he made a bad attempt at concealing his facial expression.
“If you say so,” Law says, and drops his weight on Luffy’s thigh. Luffy doesn’t move one bit, so Law latches his hands on Luffy’s shoulders and tests him by grinding down hard. Luffy gasps and his eyebrows knit together while looking at Law accusingly. He still looks cute in Law’s eyes.
“Impressive. I guess you were telling the truth.” Law tilts his head with another grind of his hips, a smirk painting his lips as he sees the conflicted emotions running through Luffy’s face.
“I don’t lie.”
Law feels Luffy’s hands encircle his waist and a groan escapes Luffy’s lips which just puzzles Law. A hand slides under his hoodie and Law leans forward to kiss Luffy, an honorable attempt to muffle the sounds he knows will tumble from his lips. Law lightly bites Luffy’s lower lip but he doesn’t budge, so Law nibbles and sucks on it, making wet sounds that are way too noisy just for a kiss.
“Come on Luffy-ya.” He kisses him again and attempts to grind down on Luffy but the hand on his waist anchors him in place. Suppressing a whine, Law peppers Luffy’s freckled cheeks with kisses.
“What are you waiting for?” Impatience colors his voice as he continues kissing Luffy along his jaw. He goes for Luffy’s neck, kissing and sucking along the thin skin that will definitely bloom red marks in the morning.
“Should I just—” Luffy suddenly covers Law’s mouth and a squeak escapes his throat at the unexpected action. Luffy’s jaw is clenched, his lips are curved downward, and the hand on his waist tightens its hold.
Law swallows deafeningly loud and Luffy stares at his neck. The hand on his mouth trails lower, cupping his jaw, then down the column of his neck. Luffy’s fingers stop at Law’s pulse point, not exactly gripping but exuding a slight pressure, and Law can’t suppress the full body shiver that encompasses him.
His eyes involuntarily close shut and he tries to stabilize his breathing with deep inhales and exhales, but every breath he takes just accentuates the feeling of Luffy’s fingers on his neck even more. Pleasure courses through Law’s veins and a shuddering sigh leaves his lips, making Law’s face scrunch up because he definitely got caught this time. He slowly tries to open his eyes to gauge Luffy’s reaction but the fingers on his neck dig deeper, and Law can’t help the tiny moan that tumbles from his lips and the way his thighs attempt to close on each other.
“Torao, we’re exploring this next time.”
Next time?
“I’m fucking you tonight, okay?” Luffy looks dangerous. His eyes are menacingly darker, the pure lust radiating off him making Law weak in the knees. He’s so fucking straightforward too, and all Law can do is blush and stutter.
“O-okay.”
Law tries to gather his thoughts as he’s dragged and manhandled to the bed. He still has half a mind to remove his shoes before his back hits the mattress so they fall on the floor with a dull thud. With a soft bed under his back and a pretty boy straddling his lap, Law thinks he must have saved a country in a past life. Or maybe his brain’s just fried from months of not getting laid.
“Torao, up.” Luffy’s voice slices through Law’s thoughts and the words fall flat on his brain. Up? Sensing Law’s confusion, Luffy tugs on the hem of Law’s hoodie and slides it up, the bottom of his heart tattoo showing itself. Luffy uses one hand to trace over the tendrils, while the other hand impatiently keeps tugging upward, so Law finally raises his arms for Luffy to fully remove his hoodie.
With his tattoos on full display, Law feels like a museum piece. Luffy’s staring—the massive heart tattoo on his chest, the glinting zircon barbels piercing his nipples, the matching hearts on his shoulders, more matching tattoos on his forearms and hands, and lastly the inked letters of DEATH spelled across his fingers. Luffy’s lips are slightly parted and Law can’t remember the last time someone looked at him like this—with awe, without judgment.
Luffy picks up his hands to kiss each letter of death on his fingers, and Law’s heart clenches at the sight. This was supposed to be a quick fuck, a one night stand. So why is Luffy holding him like he’s something, someone precious? Why did he say ‘next time?’ Pushing those thoughts away, Law allows himself to bask in the attention and the warmth. Of course, ultimately, they’re going to fuck, but Luffy makes him feel like he’s loved.
Law’s hands are gently placed back down on the mattress and he feels warm hands settle on the sides of his waist. Luffy’s hands slowly inch up towards Law’s ribs and he feels thumbs lightly trace the raised skin on his chest. Law suddenly feels pleasure coil in his gut as Luffy flicks his pierced nipples with his nails.
Law arches into the touch as he feels his pussy clench. Luffy’s fingers feel cold, but maybe it's his body that’s gotten too warm from the teasing touches and the thoughts swirling in his head. Deft thumbs continue rubbing Law’s nipples and he buries the side of his face on a pillow to stifle the moans getting plucked out of him.
“Torao,”—Luffy hooks his fingers on Law’s chin and turns his face to him—“no holding back. Let me hear you.” Law gulps and nods his head, the hazy feeling encompassing his head growing stronger with each minute passing by. Through the cotton lining his thoughts, Law wonders why he lets Luffy boss him around. Normally he would quip back, put his middle finger up or something, but here he is letting Luffy command him like he’s some kind of pet.
Fuck.
Law accidentally moans at the thought, the man above him suddenly still as a rock. More kinks he never knew he had keep surfacing and it fucking feels like he’s on a segment of the Discovery Channel with a man he’s known for less than a day. His ow— fuck no.
“Torao, you need to stop thinking too much.”
Luffy palms Law’s crotch and if he’s surprised to feel nothing there, he doesn’t show it. Instead, Luffy traces a finger along the seam of his jeans and Law can almost feel the touch on his slit. Impatience slices through the haze in his head that beckons him to quickly unbutton and unzip his jeans.
Cursing his taste for skinny denim in his head, Law hooks his fingers on the waistband of his jeans and tugs it down his ass. He can’t fully remove it with Luffy sitting in between his thighs, so Luffy bends Law’s knees in front of him and tugs the pants down. Now he’s almost fully bare, his boxers the only thing covering him, while Luffy’s still fully clothed.
***
Law looks so beautiful sprawled out on Luffy’s bed. If he looked sexy from afar then now he’s just stunning. His hair’s splayed on the pillow, his pretty chest is arched, his hands are clutching the sheets for dear life, and Law probably doesn’t notice it but he’s been trembling ever since they got on the bed. He’s actually cute, Luffy thinks. The raw, sexy confidence Law had simmered down to pliable obedience once he’s on bed and that does things to Luffy.
Luffy stares at Law’s boxers, the poor thing drenched in Law’s wetness, and Luffy thinks he must have saved a country in his past life. This cute, sexy man suddenly shows up to his house party and flirts with him? Out of all people? And he’s this affected by him? God, he’s so lucky.
“Torao,”—Luffy traces a teasing finger along Law’s clothed slit from bottom to top—“do you know how wet you are right now?”
Law’s face darkens a few shades redder at his words and Luffy’s heart skips a beat. He really has no business looking cute and sexy at the same time. Law just purses his lips and looks off to the side to evade his question and Luffy lets him, his Torao’s been so responsive in a different manner anyway.
“You’ll have to borrow my clothes y’know?” Luffy says, and he feels Law’s thighs close in on him. Too bad for him, Luffy’s body is blocking the way.
Having had enough of the teasing, Luffy hooks his fingers on Law’s boxers to remove them but Law grabs his wrist before he could pull them off. With a questioning look, he looks at Law’s flushed face.
“You’re still clothed jackass,” Law says, and lets go of his wrist. He’s right, Law’s only his boxers while Luffy still has everything on except for his sandals and straw hat. Before his pretty partner could start huffing and puffing, Luffy removes his vest, shirt, and shorts as fast as he can. Now both of them are down to their underwear, and Law looks pleased with how his eyes keep roaming around Luffy’s body. Or, he’s probably wondering about the massive scar on his chest, and Luffy can’t believe he forgot about that.
“It’s—”
Before Luffy could worm his way out of explaining, Law covers his mouth just like what he did earlier. Sly man.
“Next time.” Law crosses his legs on Luffy’s back and tugs him closer. He snakes a hand down his clothed crotch and spreads two fingers apart. “Fuck me, Lu-ya.”
Luffy groans as he closes his eyes and wills his thundering heart to go back to normal. His grip on Law’s thighs becomes harder, fingers leaving harsh indents on soft flesh, and Luffy hopes it will leave marks by tomorrow. Then he reopens his eyes to peel off their underwear as fast as he can without ripping anything.
With Law fully naked under him, Luffy can’t help but stare again. His hands roam around inked skin and uneven spots; Law is the prettiest person he’s ever seen. He can’t pinpoint what it is about Law that seems so different, but he just feels that way and that’s enough for him.
Luffy suddenly feels fingertips around his cock and he jerks at the unexpected touch. Law’s staring at his cock, his hand experimentally pumping up and down, and Luffy swears he sees saliva dribble from Law’s mouth. God, he’s so adorable.
Luffy caresses a soft thigh as he slides a finger along Law’s glistening cunt, gathering the slick and tasting it on his tongue.
“You taste good, Torao.” Luffy compliments Law, and he sees Law’s pussy clench and release more slick. Law just blushes below him, eyes all glassy and lips bitten red. Can a man get any hotter?
Law probably doesn’t need more lubrication with how wet he already is, but Luffy licks and lathers his fingers with saliva for good measure. Law’s hands are back on the sheets, lean thighs quivering as he bites his lip in slight fear or anticipation, Luffy doesn’t know.
Law’s staring at his fingers with half-lidded eyes, his eyelashes fluttering with every blink. He sees him swallow and sigh with parted lips, and Luffy thinks Law’s mouth feels empty. So he places his fingers on Law’s bottom lip and a hot tongue immediately licks the pad of his fingers. Law lightly sucks on his fingers, his wet tongue coating spit all over the digits with each excruciating inch. When Law bottoms out, he smiles at Luffy with a proud look on his face and Luffy feels butterflies rampage in his stomach.
Luffy pulls out his fingers and Law’s mouth makes a loud pop. He stares at Law’s wet cunt as he pushes a finger inside and Law just sighs beneath him. He’s met with no resistance at all, his finger pumping in and out with ease which just proves how wet Law really is. He gently pushes a second finger in, and Law squirms and clenches around him so Luffy pauses to look at his face.
“I’m good. Keep going.” Law reassures him, but Luffy keeps a gentle pace; he doesn’t want to hurt him. Law seems to have a different opinion however, because he starts actively pushing his hips back, fucking himself on Luffy’s fingers, and Luffy wonders if Law’s aware of what he’s doing.
Luffy speeds up his pace and crooks his fingers in an attempt to find the spot that makes Law feel good. Law doesn’t react much though, aside from the soft moans and sighs that come out of him with every thrust. So Luffy gives up on it and sticks a third finger in. Law clenches tight around him and a groan escapes Luffy’s lip as he imagines how good Law’s going to feel around him later. He thrusts in and out at a lazy pace when he suddenly feels something tap him on the waist.
“Lu-ya,” Law says breathlessly, “are you gonna fuck me or are you gonna finger me all night?” Ah, ah, he has a bossy side to him, the impatient little thing.
“That depends.” Luffy’s thumb rubs on Law’s puffy clit and Law shouts, his torso arches off the mattress and his cunt clenches around his fingers unbelievably tight. He keeps rubbing the hood with feather-like strokes, occasionally flicking it with his nail, and Law sings underneath him. He’s writhing like he can’t decide if he wants more or not so Luffy makes the decision for him.
Luffy pulls his hand away and Law keens from the sudden emptiness. Luffy sees Law’s small drenched pussy clench around nothing then he spares a glance at his neglected cock. He’s so fucking hard, the tip’s red and leaking precum all over the sheets. Who could blame him when Law’s been acting like that the whole night?
Luffy braces Law’s thighs to angle him just right. He slides his cock along Law’s swollen folds to tease, and the whimper he hears has him inadvertently rutting and dipping his dick in Law’s hole.
“Lu-ya!” Law whines, and heavens, he sounds amazing.
Even with just the tip in, Law feels incredible—tight, wet, and it’s as if he’s sucking his cock deeper inside. Luffy adjusts his hold on Law’s thighs and slowly pushes his cock inside inch by inch. Law’s hole keeps squeezing around him and the pressure feels so incredible that he has to pause because he’s literally about to come then and there.
Luffy tries to stabilize his breathing but he realizes that it isn’t him making all those noises, it’s Law. He whips his head up to Law’s face and Luffy gulps at the sight. Law looks so wrecked already—his face and neck are flushed, his eyes are pooling with unshed tears, his chin’s all wet from drool, and his lips are bitten red from all the times he tried stifling his moans. Beautiful.
Luffy leans forward to caress Law’s face but that just nudges his cock even deeper, making the both of them moan at the sensation. After recovering his wits, Luffy lets go of one thigh to cup Law’s cheek, and to his delight, Law nuzzles his face on his palm, just like a cat.
Luffy retracts his hand, earning him a strained whimper from Law that goes straight to his dick. Law clenches around him even tighter and it takes all of Luffy’s willpower to stave off his orgasm because there’s no way he’s going to fumble this and stay in Law’s memory as a premature ejaculator.
He groans as he buries himself to the hilt in one go and the loud moan Law lets out will definitely stay in his head for months. Law’s so soft and tight around him, and Luffy thinks he’s never going to fuck anyone else ever. He’s addicted—Law’s face, voice, body, and what little bits of personality he could pick up from Law’s clumsily guarded self; he likes them all.
The snap of Law’s hips pulls Luffy out of his reverie and the pout plastered on Law’s face brings a smile to his own.
“Lu-ya.” Law fucks himself again on Luffy’s cock but Luffy doesn’t move even if he’s dying to do so. He wants to see what Law’s going to do.
Law spreads his legs wider and grinds his hips up faster. Unbridled moans tumble out of his mouth and Luffy leans in to swallow it all. The kiss is wet, messy, and Luffy feels like Law is consuming him for all his worth. Law keeps fucking himself on Luffy’s dick but his pace stutters after a few more thrusts. He must be tired, Luffy’s the one who’s supposed to move in this position anyway.
“Lu-ya!” Law whines and he sees tears finally stream down Law’s face. Luffy suddenly feels Law clamp down on him, his nails leaving indents on Law’s thighs from the waves of pleasure coursing through him as Law’s walls keep clenching and throbbing around him.
What just happened? Did he just—
Luffy’s heart takes a leap again as he wipes the tears off of Law’s face, but Law keeps crying and he starts to worry that maybe he accidentally broke him.
“Torao?” Luffy calls out, but Law doesn’t respond. He’s still crying, and shit, Luffy fucked up.
Luffy hugs Law’s trembling body as he peppers kisses along Law’s face—his forehead, his closed eyes, then his lips. He continues leaving kisses down Law’s neck, his collarbone, and his shoulders, while caressing his back with slow glides of his hand. Luffy comes back up to kiss Law on the lips again, and he tries calling out to him a second time.
“Torao?” Still nothing, just sniffling and whimpering.
“Law? Can you hear me?”
A soft ‘huh’ leaves Law’s lips and Luffy finally exhales the breath he’s been holding. He cradles Law’s face with one hand and pulls his body closer with the other. He kisses Law’s ear which earns him a shuddered sigh and Luffy thinks it’s a success, Law’s not crying anymore.
“I’m sorry Law,” Luffy whispers. “We can stop if you want to.”
Yes, Luffy wants to continue fucking Law. No, he won’t do it if Torao tells him no. He’s a feral animal when it comes to food, not Law.
Luffy waits for Law to answer, no matter how long it takes. Law’s eyebrows scrunch together in thought and Luffy suppresses the urge to rub his thumb on the crease of it. Ease is a better look on Law’s face.
Law slowly blinks his eyes and Luffy follows the gesture. He takes a long, deep breath in and hopes that Law actually understood and decides soon because his dick’s about to fall off from the unexpected cockwarming session.
Luffy massages Law’s arms as best as he can in hopes of pulling his pretty partner back to Earth, starting from bony shoulders, all the way down to thin fingertips. The trembling of Law’s body comes to a halt, but the tight squeeze of his hole continues to assault Luffy’s poor dick that he can’t believe he lasted this long out of sheer willpower.
Luffy suddenly feels a hand on his neck, the slight pressure making him lean closer. Law pulls him in an open-mouthed kiss, the sound reverberating in his room, and Law will definitely haunt Luffy’s fantasies for days or months to come. The wet, tight heat on his cock, the bitten off moans Law makes when he just can’t get enough, the way Law looks so debauched and pleased yet still greedy for more—Luffy is beyond addicted; he’ll do anything Law wants just so he can experience this again.
“W—” Law voices into the kiss but Luffy keeps kissing him through it, his control is slowly slipping away and Law just feels so good on his mouth; hot, sloppy, and—
“Wanna f-feel your cum in me, Lu-ya.” Law’s voice breaks on the last syllable and Luffy’s vision fucking swims. Finally.
Luffy flips Law around, still impaled on his cock, ignoring the surprised yelp from under him. His eyes widen at the sight before him, momentarily forgetting about his need for release. The entirety of Law’s back is also inked with symbols he doesn’t know the meaning of just yet and Luffy traces his hands all over the lines. His pretty partner whimpers and thrashes against his hold, his face mushed against the mattress, so Luffy abruptly stops admiring him—he can do that later.
Luffy grabs and pulls lithe hips towards him with ease, Law barely weighing anything despite his tall stature.
Law wants, begged, for his cum in him. Who is Luffy to deprive him of that?
Luffy pulls out achingly slow just until the tip is inside Law’s pussy then he rams it in hard in one harsh thrust. Law wails below him, his hands scrambling for comfort on crumpled sheets, and the beautiful sounds coming out of him bring Luffy one step closer to orgasm.
Luffy sets a punishing pace, thrusting in and out like a starved man because that’s exactly what he is. He’s never felt a pussy so tight, wet, and inviting—just staying inside Law could turn him into a mindless madman.
And Law, oh, Law. Luffy knows that the only thing tethering Law to Earth at this moment is the harsh grip on his hips. Law’s babbling incoherent noises now, high pitched moans and wails continue escaping his throat and god, Law’s gonna sound so wrecked tomorrow. The side of his face is mushed on the pillow, his golden eyes are rolled back into his head, and his tongue is lolled out as he drools onto cotton—Law is ridiculously beautiful.
Luffy lets go of one useless leg and hikes the other one up, changing the angle of his thrusting, his cock penetrating even deeper. Law suddenly jerks and his hips jut up higher, walls pulsating and clenching even tighter on Luffy’s cock.
“You like it there?” Luffy chokes out, the slapping sounds of their fucking are deafeningly loud despite the music blasting all over the house. Luffy’s balls keep hitting Law’s clit and his hot walls just keep tightening with each fervent thrust.
“L–Lu-ya!” Law manages to squeak out, reduced to nothing but moans and pants, a pliable body that can only take what’s given to it.
“You’re only for me. Right, Law?” Luffy asks on a particularly harsh thrust, the sharp cry emerging from Law’s throat is nothing but music to Luffy’s ears. He’s getting close, they’re getting close, but Law needs to come first.
“Feels s-so good,” Law drools out, all filters gone from his sex-worn form. “Love—” Law cuts himself off with a loud whimper, and fuck, Luffy doesn’t care if it means he loves his cock or he loves Luffy himself. Just that one word spurs Luffy on, his vision going dark from the implication, his brain succumbing to one thought—make Law come.
Luffy snakes his hand to Law’s clit and rubs hard. Law writhes under him, keening as his back bows in pleasure, and Luffy fucks him through it. The pressure in Luffy builds up and he feels his impending orgasm loom over him, so he fucks Law faster, rubs Law harder.
He mindlessly babbles out something along the lines of ‘so good on my cock’ and ‘you feel amazing Law’, and his brain manages to register the whines and whimpers tumbling out of Law. Luffy leans forward to bite deep on Law’s neck and Law wails, his body spasming under Luffy.
It feels good, way too good. Law’s cunt is unbelievably tight, clenching and pulsating around Luffy’s cock that he cums right after, hot semen rushing out, filling Law up just like he wanted. Luffy sees sparks dance around his eyes as he fucks his cum into Law’s pussy and buries himself to the hilt. He rubs a soothing hand on Law’s ass when he suddenly thinks of something fun.
Luffy flips Law so that they’re facing each other, and Luffy’s softening cock throbs at the sight of Law’s face. His eyes are rolled back, tear tracks staining his temples; his jaw’s slack open, his tongue lolling out, while his chin’s shiny with spit. He’s still trembling, cunt spasming around Luffy’s cock that it almost hurts, but that doesn’t matter.
Law can do one more, right?
Luffy sucks his fingers and laves them with spit, then he pinches Law’s clit between two fingers. Law jolts at the touch and a strained ‘Luffy-ya’ leaves his lips.
“One more.” Luffy says, and Law cries beautiful tears at his words.
“N-no more! Plea—”
Law gets cut off with another pinch on his clit, and Law’s hips buck up to the touch. Oh, he definitely can.
Luffy feels a rush of adrenaline as he bullies Law’s clit with deliberate strokes. He grinds his cock inside and they both moan from overstimulation, but Luffy has a goal—one more.
“You’re being so good for me, Torao.” Luffy says in between small thrusts, and Law’s cunt tightens around him, a high pitched moan leaving his swollen lips. So that’s what Torao likes.
“Come on my cock like the good boy you are.” Luffy pinches Law’s clit and nipple at the same time, and Law cums on his cock again, the poor thing wailing a silent scream as his second orgasm rips out of his body. A groan leaves Luffy’s grit teeth as warm walls clamp and pulsate around his overstimulated dick, the pleasure eventually morphing into pain. He basks in the silence of their orgasm, their shared pants the only sound he can hear in his bedroom.
Luffy’s pulled out of his thoughts, or lack thereof, by a vaguely familiar tune that bounces around his otherwise silent room. He pulls out of Law, who whines at what Luffy thinks is sensitivity, and gets out of the bed to find what’s playing and where it’s coming from.
There’s no way it’s mine, so I guess it’s Torao’s.
Luffy rummages through Law’s clothes and finds the buzzing culprit inside Law’s hoodie. Luffy checks the phone as the tune finally clicks in his head, it’s the opening theme song for Germa 66, a popular long running cartoon from the North.
The call suddenly stops when Luffy was about to answer, but it’s well worth it because he gets to see what Law’s lockscreen is. A fluffy white dog with a black stripe on its head is looking at the camera, its snout snuggly trapped in a hole made by Law’s inked fingers.
The phone buzzes again, a call from Shachi, and Luffy slides the button to answer.
“Cap, where are you?!” “Hello?”
Luffy mindlessly contorts his face to form duck lips, his right foot already impatiently tapping the floor.
“Uh, who is this and why do you have Law’s phone?” Shachi suspiciously asks, and Luffy thinks he might be mistaken as a thief the longer this plays out.
“I’m Monkey D. Luffy! Torao’s with me now, he’s just resting ‘cause he got tired.” Luffy replies as he pads to his dresser, fishing out a small towel and two boxers.
“Oh, Luffy! Wait, Torao? Who’s that?”
“Torao! Y’know? Law!” Luffy proudly says, and a series of ‘what the fuck’, ‘holy shit’, and ‘LMFAO’ gets picked up in the background while Luffy goes to the en-suite bathroom to dampen the towel.
“Gotcha. Where is he? We’ll go pick him up.” With Torao looking like that? Hell no.
“Oh, Torao’s staying the night.” Luffy walks back to the bed and gasps in surprise. Law has two fingers plugged in his cunt to prevent more of his cum from leaking out, and good god, Law keeps doing things that drive him crazy. Luffy gets on the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he situates himself beside Law.
“Oho, I see how it is. Alright then, take care of him for us.” Shachi finally says. Luffy answers with an ‘mhm’ and the call ends, then he throws Law’s phone on the pile of clothes.
“You don’t mind me telling them you’re staying the night, right?” Luffy asks the wet noodle flopped on his bed, who just answers with an approving hum.
Luffy grabs the wrist plugging Law up to pull it away, and he hears a tiny, needy whine rip out of Law. Actually insatiable. The cum inside Law leaks out with each clench of his cunt and Luffy is enthralled. He feels the beginning of lust build in him again but he shoos the thought away for Law’s sake.
Luffy places the damp towel on Law’s face but Law jumps at the touch. Oops. Law immediately realizes what’s happening so Luffy starts wiping him down—the dried tears and drool on his face; the sweat on his neck, arms, and chest; then the dried cum on his hand and swollen pussy. He dresses Law in his boxers that thankfully fit, then he haphazardly wipes and clothes himself to press his body against Law faster.
Luffy snuggles and wraps his arms around Law, kissing the heart tattoo on his shoulder. Law languidly moves his body so that they’re facing each other despite the exertion ruling over him. Law’s eyes are still closed, so Luffy rubs soothing touches on the dip of Law’s waist and his back.
“Torao?” Luffy whispers, and Law responds with a soft ‘hm?’ that brings a smile to Luffy’s face.
Luffy closes his eyes as he cards through Law’s hair, his innermost thoughts quietly spilling out once the hurried haze has passed.
“I have to thank your friends for dragging you out here or we wouldn’t have ever met. I wanna know who you are, what you do, what you like—if you’ll let me.”
Luffy’s deft hand gently scratches Law’s scalp, soft sighs bubbling out of his lips. Luffy inwardly thinks that if Law was a cat, he’d probably be purring right now.
“We can start as friends! We can stay that way too if that’s what you want.” But I don’t, I want more.
“I wanna be in your life, Torao. I wanna see you when you’re free, or I could drop by to give you a snack when you’re busy and have no time to talk to me. No offense Torao, but you look like someone who skips three out of three meals in a day, and I eat seven! But before all that—”
Luffy’s rambling is cut off by the sound of Law’s quiet snoring and he giggles at how adorable Law is. Of course he’s asleep, the guy looked half dead from the moment they met and then they had sex for hours. Law probably drank a bit of alcohol too, so it’s totally understandable that he’s out like a light.
Luffy hugs Law tighter, relishing in the warmth of his body. He plants a gentle kiss on top of Law’s head as he drifts off to sleep, rendering a small hope that he meets Law in his dreams too.