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With as many years as they’ve been together, Smoker can usually tell what kind of day Law’s had within five seconds of him closing the door to their apartment.
Based on the quiet sound of the door locking again and the shuffling of Law’s feet down the hallway, today was a long one. Probably spent all day locked away in the operating room again. Smoker glances up from where he’s lounged across their bed, watching over the rims of his reading glasses as Law slouches past the door, waving idly on his way to take a shower.
Law looks tired and hungry, so once he hears the shower running, Smoker reaches over to dim the lights, then grabs his phone off the nightstand and orders a pizza. With that out of the way, he tosses his phone aside again and goes back to his book, listening to the faint sounds of Law scrubbing himself clean.
It’s not too much of a surprise when Law comes back wearing nothing but a loose pair of boxers and a hoodie that Smoker wore approximately once before his gremlin of a lover stole it. It’s enormous on him, especially unzipped and hanging off one bony, tattooed shoulder, so Smoker can’t exactly pretend he minds, not when the view is so nice.
While Law’s crawling onto the bed, then collapsing onto his face beside him, Smoker sets his book aside and watches, ever amused by Law’s frankly remarkable slug impression. “Looking good,” he snorts, threading his fingers into dark, wet hair once he can reach.
“Shut up, old man,” comes the muffled response, even as he inches closer and curls into Smoker’s touch. Law knows well enough that he means it, anyway, even if he’s still not entirely convinced that he makes everything he does look good.
Once Law’s cozied up against his side, cheek squished against his bare chest, Smoker slides his arm around his shoulders and gathers him closer. Eager as always for his attention, Law slings a leg over his hips too, fully engaged in the sleepy, starfish-like cuddling Smoker’s long since grown accustomed to. He slips his free hand along Law’s bare thigh with a pleased sigh, more than happy to indulge in the warmth of his lover’s smooth skin.
With how exhausted he’d looked coming in, Law seems surprisingly awake now that he’s washed up, not that Smoker’s complaining. He’s especially not complaining when Law squirms further up his body so he can nudge his nose against Smoker’s stubbly jaw, then drags his lips over sensitive skin just below his ear, earning himself a low, interested hum. Law pushes his bony hips against Smoker’s thigh, too, the heat of him already apparent even through the thin fabric of his shorts, which more than gets across what he wants.
Using his easy grip on Law’s shoulders and on his thigh, Smoker hefts his lover’s scrawny body right into his lap. Law huffs at him, but the needy jerk of his hips gives away how he feels about being manhandled, as does the faint flush over his cheeks when he feels Smoker’s cock swelling against him.
“You’re so easy,” Law murmurs, like he isn’t already spreading his thighs wide, pressing that tempting heat against him in return.
Smoker snorts at him, soothing his palms up Law’s bony ribs to trail his thumbs along the scars that run under his pecs. “Would you prefer I make you work for it?”
Law shakes his head and sits up, resting his slight weight in Smoker’s lap. He looks so damn good with Smoker’s hoodie dripping off of him, honey eyes warm and dark in the low light, so much of that golden skin on display it just makes Smoker want to put his mouth all over him, starting with the fine, dark trail of hair leading down his flat stomach and into his boxers.
Clearing his throat, Smoker flicks his eyes back up to Law’s, eating up the smug crook to those thin lips. “Then what do you want, brat?”
Rather than tell him plainly, Law licks his lips and looks him over, grinding slow and lazy along the hardening line of Smoker’s cock as he wraps his clever fingers around his wrists. Smoker raises an eyebrow, but lets Law guide his hands away from his ribs and around to his ass, eagerly curving his fingers around those tiny cheeks and squeezing.
Point taken, Smoker bucks his hips up, but only to jostle Law forward so he can kiss him. Law nips at his lips with a pissy grumble even as he melts against his chest, shifting his hands back up to frame Smoker’s face. He soothes his thumbs over stubbly cheeks and sighs between kisses, so unbearably sweet Smoker has to lick into him, his heart fluttering at the adorable little sound his attention earns him.
In interest of not making his lover wait, Smoker gives him another firm squeeze, then regretfully pulls one hand away so he can pull the nightstand drawer open and fish around for the lube. He’s briefly distracted by Law lifting his hips enough that he can flatten his palm against the bulge of Smoker’s cock through his sweatpants, but he gets himself together quickly enough, taking Law’s flushed lip between his teeth with a low growl.
As nice as that touch is, Smoker’s much more interested in giving the little brat what he wants. He makes quick work of slicking his fingers, then dipping his hands down into Law’s shorts, pulling him closer so he can slip him his tongue as he rubs the pads of his fingers against his tight hole.
Law breathes a quiet moan at the feeling, his thighs spreading further as he rocks back for more, his eagerness clearly apparent. That exact eagerness has always done the most for Smoker, leaving his cock throbbing in his pants, but he ignores that for now in favor of kissing Law messy and indulgent while he works a finger inside him. His attention doesn’t go unappreciated, either; Law relaxes for him so beautifully, curling their tongues together and rocking down against him, so wet now Smoker can feel it soaking through the thin layers of their clothes.
With as worked up as his lover seems, Smoker picks up his pace, dizzy with the need to take care of him. He buries his finger inside Law’s perfect ass with a low groan, only encouraged by the shivering little moan he gets in return, and the way Law squeezes around him.
That sound has Smoker pulling away from his lips with one last, lingering kiss, if only so he can drag his lips along Law’s cheek, to the stubbly line of his jaw. Law leans his head aside for him, lightly dragging his nails down Smoker’s chest with a pleased hum when he nuzzles into his lover’s fuzzy sideburns.
As he’s coaxing another finger inside him, Smoker flicks his tongue between the rings piercing Law’s ear, then bites along the line of his throat just for the way it makes him melt. He can feel how hard his lover is, too, grinding his cock against Smoker’s in short, insistent jerks, so he pulls him closer and eagerly rocks up into that hitching rhythm, keeping his hand moving all the while.
The rushed sigh that earns him sends a thrill of heat all through Smoker, his cock twitching hard against him. Law arches into the feeling, then back onto Smoker’s fingers, his teeth sinking into his lip as his pace grows needier and needier.
Growling raggedly, Smoker buries his fingers deep one more time, then slips them out entirely, instead hooking them under the waist of Law’s boxers so he can snap them against his skin. “Take these off.”
Law huffs at him, then leans in and nips at his lips, breathing an irritable little grumble into him even as he does as requested.
While he’s pushing his boxers down, Smoker rolls out from under him, moving instead to kneel behind him with a quiet groan. The frown Law throws over his shoulder is way too flushed to be properly menacing, especially when Smoker makes a show of untying his sweats, the thin, loose material straining against the weight of his aching cock. He takes his sweet time smearing lube over himself, too, licking his lips and openly staring at the faint gleam of gold hidden in soft, dripping folds, the barest hint of yet more pretty piercings.
Smoker’s intimately familiar with both of those piercings, one through the hood above and one just under Law’s cock, but the sight never fails to make his mouth water, his tongue and lips restless with the desire to toy with warm metal. Tempted as he is, though, Law’s been pretty clear about what he wants, so he shelves the thought for later.
Giving himself one last loose stroke, Smoker moves closer, patiently waiting for Law to spread his thighs for him, his weight braced on his forearms. Once he’s settled, Smoker soothes his hands up narrow thighs, taking a long, indulgent moment to admire the tight curve of Law’s spine, and the bright flush lingering around his ears.
Before Law can get impatient, Smoker wraps a hand around himself and nudges his cock against him, murmuring appreciatively when Law sighs shakily, then melts for him.
As he sinks into him, Smoker shifts both hands to his bony hips to hold him still, his firm grip earning him a quiet, raspy moan from flushed lips. Law ducks his head, bracing his forehead against his wrist and panting softly, the deep curve of his spine just making it easier for Smoker to bury himself to the hilt with a breathless groan.
“Fuck,” Law whispers raggedly, his neediness apparent in the best way when he glances back over his shoulder. “C’mon, want you.”
God, Smoker has it so bad.
Heart fluttering, he licks his lips and eases back, still holding him tight as he rocks back into him in a quick, rutting thrust. The feeling has Law biting down a shaky groan, his scrawny body collapsing entirely so he can muffle the sound against the sheets. Smoker clicks his tongue impatiently and hikes Law’s hips right back up, his vision swimming when Law squeezes tight around him with a stifled whine, either at the bullying or the manhandling or both.
Once Law’s shakily supporting his weight again, his knees slipping through the sheets until his thighs are spread wide, Smoker leans over him on one forearm, nuzzling into his ear with a low, rumbling growl. That has Law squirming too, burying his face deeper in the sheets even as he shoves his hips back.
Well, fine. Let him be bashful while he still can.
Nipping sharply at his pulse, Smoker picks up his pace, fucking down into Law quick and hard just the way he likes it. The needy twitching of his thighs gives away how much he’s enjoying the feeling, but he’s still hiding, so Smoker slips his free hand down his flat stomach, down between his hips, until he can take Law’s pierced, soaked cock between his thumb and forefinger.
Law bucks his hips into the feeling, his raspy yelp loud even through his mouthful of sheets. Craving more of those sweet sounds, Smoker sets to stroking him off, his grip slipping more and more with every tight pass of his fingers.
Like this, it doesn’t take long for Smoker to get what he wants.
Without firm hands keeping him still, Law is free to fuck into Smoker’s grip on his cock, moving his narrow hips in sloppy, desperate snaps that only go sloppier and more desperate as Smoker plays with his piercings between strokes. When he fucks into him faster, leaning his weight into his thrusts and squeezing his cock harder to match, Law forgets to hide his face entirely, instead throwing his head back with a loud, whiny moan of Smoker’s name.
Delirious with pleasure, Smoker sinks his teeth into the curve of Law’s shoulder, biting his own rough sounds into golden skin. Law’s so tight, squeezing tighter with every thrust, but as blindingly good as that feels, it’s not enough to distract from the trembling hand he wraps around Smoker's.
He keeps his hips moving, rumbling curiously as Law squeezes, then tugs on his fingers with a shaky whimper. Rather than move him away, he guides two of Smoker’s fingers deeper, tightening around him so fucking exquisitely as he presses them into his soaked, slippery heat.
God, he’s so wet.
Law’s so fucking wet, the slick dripping from Smoker's knuckles barely a passable preview for the mess smearing between his thighs as he takes his cock. He’s so wet it makes Smoker dizzy, leaves him gasping brainlessly and grinding his cock deep, rendered useless until he has both fingers buried inside Law.
This isn’t something Law wants all that often, but when he does, Smoker rushes to oblige, because the sloppy mess his lover makes clenching around his fingers, rutting his cock into Smoker’s palm will always get him off.
Heart pounding, Smoker fucks his fingers into him as quickly as he can from this angle, mercilessly hooking them into Law’s sweet spot. It’s not quite in time to the feverish pace of his hips, but that doesn’t seem to matter, if the sobbing moans Law’s not even bothering to bite down are any indication. He’s clawing at the sheets, too, his hips rocking as much as Smoker will let him, his incredible body drawing tighter and tighter with every greedy thrust.
It takes everything Smoker has not to come when Law clamps down tight and wet around his fingers with a loud, hitching cry of his name, but he manages it, snarling into his lover’s pulse as he fucks him through his orgasm. He helpfully grinds the heel of his hand against Law’s cock, too, which just makes him louder, squirmier, more enticing.
As Law peaks out, his breath a shivering whine, Smoker shoves his fingers deep and keeps them there. The feeling has Law moaning so sweetly for him, but this touch is arguably selfish, since it lets Smoker feel the way he stuffs his perfect lover full, how rough, how unsteady his rhythm goes as he succumbs to his own orgasm, fucking his come into Law’s tight ass with a ragged growl.
Once he can’t take the overwhelming clutch of Law’s body anymore, Smoker buries himself to the hilt and eases his drenched fingers free, already burning with the brainless urge to suck every stray smear of Law's come off of them.
Before he can, there’s a few smart knocks at the door, which is when he remembers that the pizza he'd ordered isn't going to collect itself.
Well, fuck.
“‘S that?” Law mumbles, his cheek squished against the bed.
“Food.” Smoker sighs, then pulls out and uses the sheet to wipe his hand off, sulking the entire time. Law watches him with a raised eyebrow, clearly bemused, so Smoker leans over him and rumbles, “Let me suck your dick after.”
Law blinks widely, both eyebrows shooting up, but despite his bleary surprise, he still nods.
With a pleased huff, Smoker presses his lips against his lover’s sweaty temple, only lingering until another few knocks force him to pull away.
After perhaps the fastest door-answering of his life, Smoker brings the pizza to Law, waiting for him to roll over and take the box to wrap his hands around those narrow thighs. Law laughs at him, a cute sound that trails into an equally cute little moan when Smoker ducks down and takes him between his lips, entirely too pleased to find Law still dripping wet.
The pizza’s cold by the time Smoker gets to his half, but it’s more than worth it in exchange for getting to suck Law to an orgasm powerful enough to put his exhausted ass to sleep.