Requested by my friend Tom UvU Enjoy!
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Law loves his boyfriend.
Like, a whole lot. Don't get him wrong.
But the little… brat , Knows what he's doing.
Ace isn't always the smartest tool in the shed, that's fine he's plenty of charm anyway, but if there's one thing the man is, it's sneaky and determined.
And, right now, Law's pretty sure the man is determined to get his dick. Or something.
Now, Ace has this personal ideology with 'sky's out tits out", that is to say, the man Always wears his shirt unbuttoned, or, no shirt at all.
Law's gotten used to the eyes following his partner, and, albeit he doesn't want to admit it, he tends to flaunt the other male proudly.
He wouldn't really call his boyfriends fashion for fashion per se, more like, Guy Fieri. But slutty? Yes, that feels right.
So Law can just Tell when the man wants something.
And not just his fashion sense changes all of a sudden.
For the past few days, whenever they've left the house Ace's been going all out. Like today for example, his boyfriend's wearing black cargo pants with orange straps around his thighs, combat boots, a mesh crop top and sleeveless black vest on top with an equally black harness, that starts around his neck and frames his torso.
And, if he's spying correctly, slightly smudged eyeliner.
Law's pants has been uncomfortably tight a lot of the day.
But more than that..
As he said, he's gotten used to the eyes and stares, because usually it's due to Ace's 'fashion'. He can deal with the few appreciative stares they get.
But when Ace dresses like this, All he gets are lust-filled gazes, cat calls, eyes that linger too long.
It makes Law's skin crawl.
And every comment "You and your friend busy?"
"Your Friend gonna hang around you?"
"How about leaving your Friend and joining us?"
Makes him want to dissect them on a table for all to see.
And Ace Knows exactly what he's doing, if the sway of his hips is any indication.
So yes, Law knows he's playing into his boyfriend's hand.
Does he care? Well, a little. But mostly? He needs to make sure that the man Learns just Who it is he's with.
They don't live together, not officially, but Ace spends a lot of time at his condo.
More so than they do at his, but mostly due to the privacy issue.
So, Ace doesn't look surprised when they pull up at his condo.
They stumble into the entryway, and Law immediately grips the man's harness, and tugs him towards himself, so he can push the smaller man up against the wall.
Ace feels hot breath on his face, near his ear as Law gently bites the lobe.
"Why did you do this, Ace-ya?"
He whispers.
His low voice causes enticement to run down Ace's spine in ripples.
He bites his lip, and arches his neck slightly. He meets an amber eye.
"I know I'm yours, but still.. Take me, and Show me that"
He grunts as the pressure pushing him into the wall increases, and Law bites his jaw, before lifting him off the floor.
"Fine. But don't complain to me when you can't use your legs for the next week,"
Shivers crawl from his cheat.
Law attacks his mouth, biting his lip roughly, before their tongues meat in an open mouthed dance.
He moves them to the living room, where he pushes Ace down onto the table surface, he undoes his zipper, reaching inside the man's boxers, letting his hand trail down between that warm, wet slick heat.
Ace shudders beneath him, and Law wastes no time in ripping the man's pants down.
He licks a long stripe from ankle to thigh, before biting down hard enough to draw blood.
The freckled man groans deeply, a sound reverberating out from his chest.
Law wastes no time, undoing his own pants and letting his erection breathe, he pulls the man towards him and enters him in one go. Ace makes a deep sound in his throat, before moaning as Law starts up a fast pace instantly.
"Ah, fuck" He bites his lip, and Law reaches out to grip the mans jaw. Forcing it open with his thumb, he meets Ace's hooded eyes.
Saliva drips from the freckled man's chin, Law wipes it, before pulling out and turning Ace around, forcing the man's torso down onto the table.
He spreads his legs, eyeing the glistening sweat in the low lighting, he enters again and bottoms out swiftly before restarting the pace.
His left hand holding onto Ace's hip with bruising force, his other snakes up and undoes the hooks in the harness, before tracing his spine in an act of gentleness.
Then, reaching out, he grips Ace's long dark locks and forces his spine to bend backwards. Lifting the man's left leg a little bit onto the table, he changes his angle and resumes the pace.
Law bends forward and meets Ace's warm flushed skin, his lips feeling the man's pulse beneath them before he licks a trail to the junction of his neck.
He nips, before biting down just as harshly as before. Ace moans deeply, and Law feels the man's inside clench as he reaches climax.
But he's far from done yet.
He speeds up, pulling all the way out before slamming his way back in so harshly the tabletop shakes. Ace's moans change in pitch, as the man feels oversensitivity slither throughout his body, but Law doesn't relent.
Letting go of Ace's hair, he brings a hand around him and forces him to stand up and lay against his chest, not letting him get a moment's rest. His left hand holding him from beneath his knee, and his other keeping him upright.
Ace shudders as Law sucks bruises into the side of his neck.
Law's hand slowly unwinds from his body, traveling down his torso to between his legs.
Finding his clit, he rubs it in timings with his rough thrusts, while Ace's legs begin to shake.
He feels the beginnings of ripples of pleasure in his feet traveling up his legs to collect at the base of his spine, clenching, clenching and clenching until it finally releases.
Ace moans again, and Law feels him climaxing a second time, only then does he slow down a little, before picking him up again and pushing him up against the wall. He lifts him so his body is bent, and Law is pushing against his legs to keep him up.
Ace's heavy breathing fills the air, as the sounds of the wet noises surrounds them, Ace's face is completely flushed, making his freckles nearly invisible.
Law reaches into his back pocket for a small virbrator he'd planned there earlier for this, before putting it in besides his cock and setting it to high, before quickly going back to holding his partner up.
Ace's vocals increase, as the man blinks verily at Law, unable to really focus.
Overstimulation clouding his senses, all he feels are a mixture of pain and pleasure.
And he wouldn't have it any other way.
Law begins to feel the telltale beginnings of an orgasm build in his stomach, sneaking it's ways inside of him like snakes.
He feels Ace's walls clamp down on him again as the man shrieks with a throaty sound, and Law's balls tighten as he comes inside of his lover.
He keeps going, riding out both of their orgasms, before he starts to slow down.
When he pulls out, he carefully catches Ace and carries him to his bed, where Law watches the man drip from cum and his own juices, skin red and flushed with sweat, bite marks adorning the inner sides of his thighs and neck like a collar, lips plum and bitten, eyeliner smushed all around the corners of his eyes and pupils blown to all hell.
He watches with a curious delight, as Ace's thighs and legs twitch slightly, the tan skin looking inviting like the sweetest dessert.
He reaches in and tastes it on his tongue, before pulling his shirt off.
He smirks at Ace.
"Time for round two"