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Law fumbles with the keys at the door while Luffy paws at his clothes, running his hands beneath his shirt, mouth ghosting along his neck.
“Lu—LU! Can you stop for one second? I’m trying to—fuck.”
“I’m trying to do that too,” Luffy purrs, reaching around to pop the button on Law’s jeans.
After what feels like an eternity, Law hits his target, turning the lock before they tumble inside. Luffy kicks the door closed behind them, spinning his boyfriend in place to pin him against it. Law reaches up to slide the chain into its track as his lips are captured in a heated kiss.
It’s Law’s birthday, and they’ve just arrived home after an elaborate, yet intimate, dinner celebration. Luffy had somehow convinced Sanji to put together a multi-course feast of traditional Flevish cuisine featuring all manner of fare, from entrées to dessert, that Law hadn’t seen since he was a child. How the chef managed to scrounge up any of the recipes, let alone piece anything together based off the fleeting and non-descriptive recollections Law might have shared with him in passing, he’s unsure, but Sanji was brilliant, and Luffy seemed to make anything possible.
It was apparently something Luffy had been planning since last year after Law taught the group how to say ‘happy birthday’ in his native language. Luffy’d enlisted Robin’s help in the endeavor as well; with her background in history and love for research, scouring old tomes and calling in a favor or two felt less like an ask and more like something she would’ve done for fun anyway. She’d relay whatever she found to Luffy and Sanji. Luffy often took the helm when it came to talking to some of their sources. His ability to connect with others was truly a marvel. He’d coordinate meetings between the chef and all the new friends he’d made with the aid of Robin’s studious pursuits, situating them at a special table in the Baratie that stayed on permanent reservation for Luffy and the others. They’d taste-test Sanji’s recipes while he took diligent notes, determined to perfect every single element.
Luffy’d encouraged they arrive a bit early, mere minutes after Sanji and his staff finished setting the table, hoping to offer Law a quiet moment to take everything in before the others arrived, knowing that what was in store might elicit an emotional reaction. He’d pulled Luffy close, pressing their foreheads together as silent tears streaked his face, spilling forth an abundance of whispered ‘thank you’s, and receiving the steadfast confirmation of Luffy’s adoration in return. Law, not one for big shows of affection, even pulled Sanji into a hug once the man had returned from a smoke break, astonished at his ability to pull off such a task, yet failing to express how much it truly meant to him that he’d gone to such lengths to present him a gift of that caliber. Sanji assured that the only payback necessary was for him to sit and eat and enjoy himself, simply grateful for the challenge. The chef settled for nothing less, and even though it’d been a lengthy and arduous process to source the most authentic ingredients he could find, the hours he’d spent tweaking each dish until it was genuine was well worth it for the look on Law’s face when he took his first bite. He’d been at a loss for words just looking at the spread—the minute a spoonful of bourguignon hit his tastebuds, he nearly broke down. It was practically identical to the one his mother made on cold, blustering nights throughout his youth.
Their closest friends were in attendance, of course, all sharing the experience. Sanji had been determined to wait on the entire party, but after Law’s insistence, and a strong tug from Zoro on one of the blond’s belt loops, he’d sat and partook in the fruits of his labor alongside them.
“Did you enjoy your birthday dinner?” Luffy asks. His voice is low and silky, breath fanning against the shell of Law’s ear. He tugs Law’s earrings with his teeth before sinking them into the crook of his neck. The sensation sparks between Law’s newly parted thighs as Luffy wedges a knee between them.
“Yeah—yes,” Law sighs, threading his fingers in Luffy’s hair. He coaxes him closer, the hot press of Luffy’s tongue lapping into the dip of Law’s clavicle. He grinds against Luffy’s leg, practically soaking his jeans already. It’s pathetic, but that’s what Luffy does to him. Luffy and his kind words and thoughtful actions; the rich brown of his soft gaze, the one that rarely seems to stray afar, not tonight—not ever. Luffy and his calloused palms as they grope across his chest, thumb brushing against the bud of his nipple when Law’s shirt is pushed aside.
The warm thrum of arousal had been brewing within him all evening. It was hard not to crave the feeling of Luffy pressed against him when he made it so consistently obvious that he wanted every single piece of Law for himself. Luffy’s love for him was all-consuming, the type of affection that borders undying devotion. Law often feels like his heart can’t hold it all; it overflows and bleeds into the most deeply rooted, visceral desire he’s ever known. He hasn’t quite figured out how to stop chasing it, but he’s never running after it for long.
“Good. Are you ready for what’s next?” Luffy pinches the stiffened peak between his fingers while taking the other in his mouth, sucking hard and pulling away just as Law’s back arches, pushing his chest out, pursuing the sensation.
Law licks his lips, nodding.
He’s hoisted up in an instant, Luffy’s hands on his ass as he’s carried the short walk down the hall and tossed unceremoniously on the bed. He crawls backwards towards the headboard, and Luffy crowds over him, dotting every inch of exposed skin in sloppy, open-mouthed kisses until he’s situated between Law’s legs. Law traps him there, crossing his ankles tightly against Luffy’s back, forcing their hips together. He grinds against the stiff erection straining behind the zipper of Luffy’s shorts, pussy throbbing in anticipation.
“You want it that bad, huh? I’ve barely touched you.” Luffy’s toying, but his hips rock against Law’s just as desperately, seeking the same friction. “I’ll give it to you, don’t worry.”
Their mouths slot together, all tongue and teeth as they clash passionately, tugging at each other’s clothes all the while. Luffy tosses Law’s jeans across the room but takes his time relieving the man of his boxers, mesmerized by the wet patch spreading around the seam. He trails his finger up the center with a feather-light touch, teasing from his gushing entrance up to his clit, relishing the way Law’s hips snap, and he chokes back a moan.
“Fuck.”
Luffy circles the pads of his fingers around the sensitive nub through the fabric of his underwear, earning him a full-body tremor. Law’s middle curls inwards, hands gripping the sheets as the tension builds. “Luffy, please,” he begs.
Luffy’s gaze flits upwards, regarding Law through eyes clouded with arousal. “I know. What do you want first? My tongue or my fingers?” he asks, continuing the slow, deliberate motion.
Law collapses back into the pillows. His chest rises and falls in sharp, uneven breaths. Luffy stares intently at the dark ink adorning his chest before taking in the sight of his face contorted in pleasure, hair splayed around his head. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before answering.
“I—nngh—fuck. Anything, everything, just—ah,” Law pleads, canting his hips into the pressure of Luffy’s hand, rutting upwards fervently.
“You’re that close already?” Luffy lilts, shifting backwards and kissing up Law’s thigh until his lips meet fabric. He continues mouthing along the garment, licking a firm, flat stripe through the center of the damp cotton, wetting it further with his saliva.
Law whimpers, back arching. He plants his feet, lifting his ass off the mattress as Luffy slips his fingers into the elastic and pulls, slipping the garb to his ankles and flinging it aside. He sits back on his heels, entranced by the way Law spreads his legs, staring through a veil of barely controlled lust at his newly exposed cunt. It’s flushed and slick, clenching around nothing and begging to be tasted. Law watches through half-lidded eyes as Luffy lowers his head, breath like gossamer over the dark curls covering his mound. His mouth is lax and pliant as he seals his lips around Law’s clit, sucking gently.
“Oh god,” Law moans. He’s got one fist in Luffy’s hair, pressing against his scalp and pushing his face further into his cunt. There was nothing wrong with Luffy’s technique; his approach was perfect, but, regardless of the fact that Luffy’d been teasing, his assumption was spot on. Law was close—almost painfully so after the brief amount of petting he’s already endured. He wants to grind his clit against Luffy’s tongue and crash over the edge.
He can feel Luffy smirk against him before abandoning the suction and flicking his tongue against the plush bud instead. He starts slow, sinking a finger into his pussy and thrusting in time with the motion of his tongue. After a few strokes, he adds another and crooks them upwards, grazing Law’s G-spot with delicious accuracy as his tongue sweeps faster.
“Fuck—fuck—just like that.” Law’s breath hitches; sweat rolls down his temples and beads across his chest. His free hand grips the sheets like his life depends on it as Luffy continues to finger his sopping cunt in tandem with the fluttering rhythm of his mouth.
Law feels the telltale sign of his orgasm beginning to crest; only, the pressure that’s been building feels… different. It’s higher, sitting below his belly button as opposed to starting in his groin like usual. He tries to focus on the electric sensation of the warm, wet muscle lavishing his clit with unwavering intensity, but the feeling becomes impossible to ignore. It’s like he has to piss, which makes sense considering all the wine he’d had with dinner, and the fact that Luffy had been on him (and he had been willing) the minute they got out of the car.
Luffy seems oblivious, lost in the pursuit of making Law cum. All the signals are there—thighs clamped around his head, body trembling, pitchy moans, and the relentless tug against his scalp as Law’s grip tightens involuntarily. To him, nothing is out of the ordinary.
“Lu-Luf-fy, wait a—ah, hah—wait a sec-ond, I think I have to—oh,” he pants.
Luffy continues his ministrations, flattening his fingers and pressing upwards, pushing deeper. The switch is now an unreal, deeply pleasurable drag against his G-spot, and every time Luffy’s fingertips sink in further, they hit the pocket behind his cervix that never fails to make his eyes roll into the back of his head and his toes curl so hard he fears they’ll get stuck that way. It feels incredible, but the tension pools quickly, threatening to burst any minute, and he’s not sure he can cum before it pops.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—LU! Just wait a minute, I’m—”
Luffy seals his lips around the swell once more, holding steady suction while the tip of his tongue continues stroking across the glans and—
“Ohhh my god,” Law keens. His stomach clenches, and he’s shoved over the edge. The pressure that’d been threatening to make itself a problem shatters, dissipating instantly as a warm gush cascades forth, accompanied by the most mind-melting relief. Like a cord pulled taut until it snaps, his climax tears through his body in waves, enhanced by an eruption of fluid he couldn’t tamp off even if he tried.
Luffy works him through it all the same, slowing his motions only when Law shivers from overstimulation and feebly attempts to push him away. Law barely processes what’s happened until his muscles stop seizing, and he’s able to prop himself up on his elbows, prying apart his crinkled lids. Luffy stares back at him, still situated between his thighs, mouth agape and eyes wide. His bangs are plastered to his forehead by the same solution that drips from his nose and chin, joining a puddle between Law’s legs that has soaked the bedding beneath them. Luffy licks his lips before speaking.
“…Did you just—”
“Oh, shit, Luffy, I’m so sorry! I tried to warn you—”
“—squirt?”
“What?” Law furrows his brows, trying to decipher Luffy’s words after they’d both started speaking at the same time.
“Torao… I made you squirt… That’s never happened before.”
No. It hasn’t, and Law isn’t quite sure how he feels about it. Wet and messy, mostly, and a little embarrassed, maybe.
“Get up so I can get a towel or something,” Law grumbles, feeling his cheeks flush as the haze of his orgasm dissipates further and he’s able to take in the extent of the damage with a slightly clearer head. He tries to sit up and throw a leg over Luffy’s form, hoping that when he swings them over the side of the bed and stands up, he won’t collapse like a freshly dropped fawn—but Luffy’s fingers press harshly into the meat of his thigh, pinning him back in place. His gaze is dark and calculating.
“No way. I’m gonna make you do it again,” he states, voice laced with hunger.
“Luffy, don’t be ridicul—ah!”
Luffy slips to the edge of the bed and rises to his full height, taking a firm hold of Law’s ankles and yanking him down the bed. He’s lying right in the middle of the sodden bedding now; it’s still warm, and the fabric clings to the skin of his back, feeling somewhat abrasive in its dampened state as he’s manhandled this way and that. Luffy wipes his eyes and follows the motion by reaching down to pump his cock a few times, lining up with his hole. It’s all the preamble Law gets before he buries himself deep, engulfing his length in hot velvet.
He sets a slow, even pace, pulling out almost entirely before delving back in. The head of his cock maps every rib and ridge, a silken texture he knows by heart. The tops of his thighs meet the backs of Law’s with enough force to nudge him up the bed if it weren’t for the way he’d anchored his arms just above Law’s knees, binding him in place.
Whatever embarrassment Law was feeling about coating Luffy in a sheen of slick is lost almost instantly. Lying atop the wet sheets no longer feels like discomfort when the blunt tip of his boyfriend’s cock keeps hitting all the right spots with each deliberate drive.
“You’re so wet; you feel so good.” Luffy mouths along Law’s calf where it hangs against his shoulder. “That was really hot.” He admires the luster of squirt that’s painted his body and glossed Law’s thighs. They glisten in the soft lighting of their bedroom.
Law’s mouth hangs open, brows knit together, and skin flushed as he loses himself in bliss, completely obedient to the steady drag of each stroke. Despite the relaxation that came with his climax, he can feel every inch of Luffy’s erection filling him up, stretching him out—hard and thick and perfect. There’s a calming, thorough satisfaction that comes with being fucked like this. It quiets every thought in his head, leaving the flutter in his chest and the pleasant frisson dancing along every nerve ending as the only two sensations able to hold his attention. It’s pleasant, an easy kind of warmth that starts in his core and spills outwards. Sometimes Luffy keeps him in that place, suspended in soothing oblivion until he’s melting away, but judging from the look in his eye as he’d snatched Law up and pulled him onto his cock, Law knows this languid pace won’t last much longer.
Luffy’s hand finds its way to Law’s mons. He presses firmly, down and upwards, exposing his clit and resting the heel of his palm against it before the snap of his hips quickens. He doesn’t adjust its placement in the slightest, relying solely on the force and speed of his thrusts to provide enough stimulation without anything extra. He leans forward, slipping even deeper into Law’s warm cunt, relishing every gasp and breathy moan he elicits from Law as their hips meet. The added weight of Luffy’s hand creates a devastatingly tight channel for him to pump into, the previous sluice of Law’s juices facilitating the glide. They’ve created an obscene melody of sounds—wooden slats creaking, skin slapping, growing heated and sticky—choked out curses and strings of desperate babble as Law pleads for more, faster, right there, harder! Fuck me harder!
Law’s back arches, and his fists pull at the sheets, every muscle in his body coiling tight once more. Luffy tracks the slight tremble of Law’s legs, determined to turn it into full-blown shaking. His pace becomes punishing, animalistic in its intensity. Law’s voice feels raw and ragged as he twists side to side, unable to lie still. Pressure builds in his belly again, but the transition from the initial spark of an impending climax and the explosive wave of pleasure that rips through him after fringes on spontaneous.
“Yes, yes, yes, oh my god,” he wails. Another hot surge spills between them, creating a slippery squelching sound that rings louder than anything else as Luffy continues to fuck him through it.
“There it is. C’mon, let it all out,” he coos, admiring the flood of Law’s essence as it gushes from where they’re connected.
Luffy retracts his drenched hand and threads their fingers together as Law continues riding the high of his orgasm. Law’s body twitches, pussy undulating around his stiff cock, trying to suck him deeper. The slow, warm dribble of his juices coats Luffy’s thighs and begins puddling beneath his feet, but it’s not enough.
He craves more.
Luffy trails his knuckles up and down Law’s thigh, scrutinizing every detail of his beautifully debauched form with blown pupils. He studies the image before him intently, committing it to memory—the most breathtaking man he’s ever seen, completely wrecked and soaking. Fucked out of his mind. He plants kisses on the insides of Law’s knees while the man struggles to catch his breath, trying to claw himself back to reality after a second earth-shattering orgasm. Once he appears somewhat present, Luffy taps his hips, encouraging Law to scoot back up the bed. He does so weakly on bent elbows, dragging himself atop the sheets as Luffy cages him in, nipping at his chest. When Law finally manages to situate himself in place, he’s met with a command that feels impossible to follow.
“Roll over,” Luffy requests.
“Wha?”
“Roll over; ‘m gonna fuck you how you like.”
It’s a foolish statement, and Law would tell him as much if he were able to string together a sentence that complex. “I don’t think I can.”
“C’mon, yes you can,” Luffy insists, taking matters into his own hands and flipping Law onto his stomach. He assumes a firm grip around his waist and tugs him onto his knees. They quiver with the effort. The top half of Law’s body remains sunken in the mattress, head turned aside as to not suffocate in the pillows. He pulls his lip between his teeth as he attempts to slide his legs further apart to accommodate Luffy’s width.
“See? You want it, don’t you?”
“Lu,” Law breathes.
Luffy takes his cock in hand and glides the tip along Law’s slit, teasing his clit before continuing up, slipping effortlessly between his folds, slick and swollen. The head of his cock catches on Law’s insatiable hole, and he groans. Law instinctively flexes his spine into a steeper curve, trying to coax Luffy’s length back in.
“Just a second,” Luffy murmurs. He plants his hands against Law’s ass and massages each cheek before spreading them apart slightly, exposing a perfect, glistening rim, soaked in squirt. A fresh bead of precum oozes from the tip of Luffy’s cock, mingling with the rest of their shared mess on the sheets. He leans forward, pressing the flat of his tongue against the pucker, and licks slowly. A deep groan resonates in Law’s throat.
“Fffuckkk.”
Luffy continues, licking a few broad stripes over the textured skin before pointing his tongue and prodding. He closes his lips around it and sucks while sliding two fingers into Law’s dripping cunt.
“Oh, fuck,” Law gasps. His hips jerk backwards before tilting inwards; he rocks back and forth on weak knees, attempting to fuck himself open on his boyfriend’s fingers, hoping that his sinful tongue slips beyond the tight ring of muscle.
Luffy could probably cum like this, he thinks—he knows he can. It’s happened before, and it’ll probably happen again. He’s absolutely drenched in Law’s spill, and so is Law, and their sheets, and the floor. It’s in his hair, on his chest; it’d gone over his shoulder and poured down his back in rivulets. It drips down Law’s thighs as Luffy continues eating his ass and feeding his fingers into the greedy, wet mess of Law’s pussy.
He needs more.
He wants to drown in it.
Law sucks in harsh gulps of air. His entire body spasms and quakes. He’s beyond incoherent, operating on nothing more than an absolutely primal need to chase the pleasure he’s being given so freely.
Every time Law grinds his ass in Luffy’s face, his patience wanes all the more thin. He’d love to ride this out and make Law squirt with his tongue in his ass, but he’s so hard it hurts. Precum steadily drools from the tip of his cock which stands firm against his abdomen, flushed and red. It twitches restlessly, and after a particularly needy-sounding rendition of his name makes its way past Law’s lips, half broken as he practically sobs, indulging in his passion unabashedly, something in Luffy’s brain breaks.
Law whines as Luffy pulls away and lines up again, keening as he sinks to the hilt in one harsh thrust and fervently snaps his hips against Law’s ass, frantic and brutal. The force sends visible shock waves through Law’s supple flesh. Luffy leans forward, wrapping his arms around his partner and pulling him off the pillows. He snakes one hand up his chest and clasps it around Law’s neck while the other holds tightly across his middle, bracing him against the powerful drive of his thrusts. He tilts Law’s head back, opening his throat fully, and each guttural sound that leaves his lungs hits Luffy’s system like adrenaline.
He wants to ruin him.
Every cell in his body feels supercharged; buzzing with electricity and crackling like static. His hips move on their own, balls drawing tight as his release approaches. It sounds like Law is trying to say his name, but all he can manage to stammer out is the slurred first syllable before it dissolves into a wanton moan. He can feel Law’s abs tensing against his forearm, and figures he’s close already. He buries his forehead against Law’s shoulder as he fucks him, coaxing his body into a sharper arch so that his cock sinks even deeper. Law’s walls clamp around him like a vise and he screams as a spray of fluid soaks his legs. The sudden heat triggers Luffy’s orgasm, and he groans loudly, spilling into Law. Thick ropes of cum paint his insides to excess, spurting out from around Luffy’s cock as he continues thrusting, fucking as much of it as he can into Law’s sloppy cunt. He rides out the stuttered jolt of his hips as he pumps Law full; the rhythmic clench of the plush heat surrounding him milks every last drop.
“Ah, shit,” Luffy whimpers, thrusts growing shallow as the intensity of his release begins to dissolve.
Law has gone limp in his arms, legs shaky and hardly able to support his own weight anymore. Luffy helps lay him down and straighten him out. The slap of wet cloth echoes through the room as his own back hits the sheets after flopping down beside him, resting his hand over his heart as it races behind his ribs.
The room is quiet save for the sound of their mingled breathing, shifting from frenetic and labored to calm and steady as they melt in the afterglow of mutual release.
Law hadn’t even realized he’d fallen asleep until the sound of hard crinkling plastic and the uncomfortable sensation of cold, damp fabric against his skin roused him from the brief slumber. He blinks his heavy eyelids open and pans to the man beside him. Luffy’s propped up against the headboard with a package of deli meat in his lap, shoveling individual slices into his mouth.
“Oh! You’re awake!” he quips once he catches Law eyeing him. He peels another slice of ham away and makes a questioning noise, holding it towards Law in offering. Law closes his eyes once more and opens his mouth. It’s all he feels capable of doing. The salty cold cut hits his tongue, and he chews slowly before swallowing.
“Thank you, but what I really need is—” He’s cut off by Luffy leaning over his face and grabbing something off of the nightstand, sitting back upright with Law’s water bottle in hand.
“Already got it. It’s half gatorade,” he says, tilting the cup and angling the straw closer to Law’s mouth. Law manages to prop himself up just enough to drink without choking. It’s ice cold and amazing. Ambrosial. He downs it like a man at an oasis, stranded in the desert, feeling like he’d just suffered that exact fate. Luffy had practically wrung out every ounce of fluid in his body, and all the heavy breathing and loud moaning he’d been doing while fucked to the brink of dehydration certainly hadn’t done him any favors. His throat felt like sandpaper, tongue pasty and dry. After finishing what must’ve been over half the bottle, he pulls away, and Luffy twists to set it on his own night table instead.
“Damn, that’s refreshing. It’s just regular ice water and gatorade?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Fuck, that’s good,” Law whispers, sighing as he sinks back into the pillows. He tosses an arm over his eyes, feeling every bit like a bowl of gelatin—sticky, gooey, and generally unpleasant.
Luffy chuckles before shoving more ham into his mouth.
“Thank god we’ve got a mattress protector on this thing,” Law muses. It was a purchase he’d made after Luffy spilled a mixing bowl full of cereal in their bed shortly after they’d moved in together—not because their usual lovemaking necessitated it. He’s still in a state of disbelief over the fact that Luffy’d made him squirt. Truthfully, he can’t believe that it happened at all, but it’s no real surprise that Luffy was the one who’d unlocked such pleasure. Sex with Luffy was on another level in every way; they’ve been in sync since day one, and it only kept getting better. Their chemistry was insane, and after every session, he still finds himself pinching his side, unable to believe his luck.
His entire birthday had been a dream, really. He can’t remember a time before Luffy that he’s ever felt so loved—so genuinely cared for and seen for who he truly was without the slightest bit of judgment. For as goofy as Luffy was known for being, he’s honestly one of the kindest, most thoughtful people Law has ever met… But that doesn’t mean he wants to sleep beside him on wet sheets.
“We should probably throw this stuff in the wash.”
Luffy makes a quizzical noise. “What for?”
“Uhhh… Because they’re soaked, Lu. I’m not sleeping in this.”
“Sleeping?!?” Luffy exclaims, setting the now-empty package of meat next to Law’s water bottle before rolling on top of him with far more energy than one person should have after all the physical effort he’d just exerted.
He noses up Law’s neck before nibbling on his ear.
“Your birthday isn’t over yet, Torao. We’re just getting started.”