A/N: Well, well, well, here I am, back with another chapter as promised. I don't have much to say about it or whatever, though I think this is the longest one I've written in a while, so I'll just let you get on with reading. Enjoy and please please leave me your feedback I'd really appreciate knowing what you guys think! ~S
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mentions of self harm.
"Hey, Law!" He hears and turns around. It's Lamie. She's sitting at the docks, kicking her feet grazing over the water. He walks over and joins her. Plops himself down on the slowly rotting wood that really could give way at any time.
"Hey." He says with a genuine smile. He's happy to see her.
"You seem different." She says and he doesn't understand what his sister means. But smiles anyway. Because he does feel kind of different.
"Do I?" He asks though he's pretty aware of the answer.
"Yeah, but you smell gross. Cigarettes again?" She asks and he frowns a bit but laughs. Because she's just being Lamie, and he's missed her being funny and joking around with him instead of lashing out at him like a monster.
"Yeah. Sorry I-"
"Hey no don't apologize! Just take a shower!" She laughs and holds her nose as if a skunk had sprayed him, but he loves her humor. He loves her.
"At least you look kind of you know... not shitty." She says and he chokes on his own spit. Well that's one way to put it.
"How so?"
"Dunno. You're smiling, if that helps!"
"Huh." Yeah he is, and he's been smiling since the second he saw her. The smell of the sea is relaxing and he likes it like this. Seagulls squawking and the sound of the waves crashing. Her laughter too, it's nice.
"You'll get better you know that right?" She asks and he laughs. Sure, he thinks.
"You sound so sure." He says and she stares at him then curls her lips up into a large smile.
"I am. I know it, you'll get better." She says with such confidence that for a second, even Law has hope.
"Wakey wakey!" Is all Law hears and he's being shaken by some obvious asshole who has zero consideration for his sleep. He groans and digs his head into his pillow.
"What the hell?!" He shouts, pissed when he feels his covers ripped off and thrown onto the floor by Rocinante. What a pain in the ass.
"It's three in the afternoon! Get your ass up!" He shouts into his ear and Law's surprised. It's the middle of the afternoon?
"What? I only fell asleep like... two hours ago..." He says because that's how it feels. He blinks a couple times, rubs his eyes hard to get rid of that burning feeling before Rocinante slaps his shoulder.
"Don't you know rubbing your eyes is bad for you?" He says and begins to walk towards the door, only to trip over the same duvet he'd thrown onto the floor.
"That's what you get." He says and stretches. He hasn't felt this somewhat well rested in a while. There's the gross metallic taste in his mouth again and he lets out another throaty groan, because this is becoming a very annoying, and not to mention gross, habit.
"Shut up!" He shouts and Law just laughs at his stupidity.
"Why'd you wake me up? Was I supposed to do something today?" Law asks. He has no idea.
"How should I know do I look like your personal assistant?" Rocinante says and walks out the door, leaving Law with no real choice but to follow him.
"So then why?" He asks with a yawn and rubs his face, trying to wake himself up. He needs to shower maybe. A cold shower.
"Because you'll screw your schedule up if you sleep in until eight at night." Rocinante says and he's got a point. He's always got a point.
"It's already screwed up." He says and goes to make himself coffee, to at least stop his yawning but Rocinante beats him there first.
"No coffee! What'd I say?!" He shouts and Law didn't think he was all that serious about it. Damn him.
"What the hell am I supposed to drink then?" He asks. Hates that Rocinante's there and if he could he'd chug the entire pot of coffee, just to piss him off. But Rocinante's guarding it like a soldier.
"I bought you almond milk-" Rocinante says, pointing to the fridge and walks over happily taking out a carton of well, nut milk. Pretty much. Shaking it in front of Law's face, much to his own distaste.
"That sounds fucking disgusting." He says, looking at the discoloured milk being poured into a cup. He'd rather have his purely grind black coffee. Looks like he's sulking and Rocinante tells him to stop, to act his age, not like the twelve year old he pretends to be.
"It's healthy! You have to be healthy, Law." Rocinante says, wiggling his eyebrows and nudging him to drink the full cup and god, Law thinks this can't look anymore displeasing than it does. He drinks it anyways. Makes sure to scrunch up his face overly so, to make sure Rocinante gets the point. That it's gross.
"I even got you fruit! Look see," Rocinante goes on as Law watches him take out bags of apples and peaches, plastic boxes of raspberries and strawberries and he wonders what shady grocery store he got them from, considering it's the middle of November, "Isn't this great?" He asks with a smile and Law groans.
"Terrific." He responds, but pushes his chair back and heads straight for the bathroom.
"Stop being such a baby." He hears and eyes the older man. He walks past him, mumbling he's going to shower and Rocinante says something about making him a considerably late breakfast, but he's already down the hall and locking the bathroom door.
Law's definitely awake now, and as he pulls his sweater over his head he hears faint chatter coming from beyond the door. He thinks Rocinante must still be there and got bored, maybe switched on the TV and is watching some boring ass show. Never listening to his recommendations to watch criminal shows. Those are the best.
But he's not. He's sitting on the couch, having a good old conversation with Luffy, as if they'd been friends forever and it wasn't all that weird that Rocinante had just let him in while he was in the shower.
"What the fuck?" He says, making himself noticed, standing in the middle of the living room, hair dripping onto the towel on his shoulders. Luffy smiles at him, looks like he's about to say something but Law really doesn't want to hear it. Not that Rocinante is about to let him speak anyways.
"Oh Law! You didn't tell me you made a friend!" Rocinante shouts and he's got a big smile on his face as if he was one who'd been friends with Luffy for years, and they'd just been reunited. Luffy's still smiling next to him, waving. He ignores Rocinante and addresses Luffy, because why the fuck is he here again anyways?
"What are you doing here?" And it comes out kind of offensive, but Luffy doesn't notice all that much.
"I tried to come in the morning but no one was answering so I figured you were out or something!" He starts and that's sort of the case. He was out, out cold. Sleeping.
"So I came back after my classes and Roci answered the door, said you were in the shower!"
"Roci?" He questions the nickname, only for the fact it reminds him of when he was younger. He'd only ever address Rocinante by Roci.
"Yeah he told me to call him that!" Luffy says smiling and Rocinante nods his head.
"I did. Don't pout, Law." He says, and Law's taken aback, he's not pouting. Is he? Shit.
"I'm not pouting- why'd you come by in the first place?" He says, looking back at Luffy and it's kind of an awkward conversation. Mostly because Luffy and Rocinante are looking ridiculously comfortable on his couch, while he stands in the middle of the living room. Like it isn't his own place and Luffy and Rocinante aren't the ones intruding. First waking him up, then having a jolly good time on his couch.
"Brunch? Hello, keep up Law." Luffy says as if he was supposed to know, like they'd made up some schedule. They didn't.
"He does tend to zone out sometimes doesn't he?" Rocinante says, looking at Luffy and the younger nods then shakes his head as if he can't believe Law's "forgotten".
"Yeah! Are you here or aren't you?" Luffy says and Law just glares at the two of them. They're much too alike. Being around just one of them was enough to drive him crazy, but both at the same time? He was surely not mentally prepared for the amount of shitty jokes that was without a doubt about to come pouring out of their mouths.
He doesn't say anything. Just keeps staring at the two of them who stare at him back. Like some awkward staring competition.
"Well anyways, since you missed brunch, I brought linner!" Luffy says and Law's so fucking confused.
"What the fuck is linner?" He asks and Luffy looks at him again, with a face that screams 'I'm offended'.
"Lunch and dinner, linner!" Luffy says and points to his kitchen, where again there are paper bags stacked up and he thinks of Luffy like his own personal chef of sorts. But he can't cook all that well, or at all he guesses, so maybe his own caterer.
"Even I know that, Law." Rocinante adds, and Law glares at the two of them again before Luffy jumps up and pushes him to the kitchen, eager to eat. He's a bit surprised he hadn't eaten while he was in the shower.
"Is this going to be a regular thing?" He asks as soon as Luffy's satisfied with how far into the kitchen he's shoved him and he hears him laugh.
"Hmm... yeah! Sabo is out working all the damn time, eating alone is so crappy." Luffy says and Law nods but wonders.
"Who's Sabo?" He asks, keeps it subtle. Like he's not really jealous of whoever the guy is, like he's not bothered.
"My big bro! Here!" Luffy says with a smile that could send him into cardiac arrest, all while handing Law packaged meat. And spices. All he needs is a hat and he could pass for an amateur chef.
"Do you even know what you're doing?" He asks, and assumes the answers no. He didn't trust Luffy to make simple strips of bacon, so all this... there was no way.
"Not a clue! Roci said you can cook really good though so I trust you!" Luffy says and Law can see Rocinante smiling from the couch and just rolls his eyes. Doesn't let it get to him. But he'll cook the damn meat if it'll shut him up for a bit. But as he's seen before, he doesn't exactly stay quiet, even if there's food in his mouth.
But if it makes Luffy happy, then so be it.
It's been a couple of hours since Luffy and Rocinante left, the lively feel of his home died down to zero. So he's sitting on the couch, doodling into his notebook all the while enjoying a large glass of whiskey. And damn he thinks he's such a fucking idiot, because he doesn't need to drink. He doesn't feel as though he needs to. And he knows he shouldn't be. But it's numbing the bitter loneliness so why not.
There's the grown habit of Luffy's special way of knocking on his door heard loud and he turns his head. Cocking it to the side.
He's at his door. Again. He's over so much it's beginning to seem like he lives with Law. He's not exactly drunk yet, still doesn't have a clue as to why he's over. But he swings the door wide open, glass of whiskey in hand, and makes a motion that's all why do come in.
"You smell like alcohol." Luffy says, and Law's shirtless, the big heart tattoo on his chest staring back at him in the face. And for someone with such skinny limbs he's a bit shocked when he realizes Law's not all that lanky, he's pretty toned. He thinks the tattoo suits him kind of, takes a few seconds to admire it.
"What'd you think this was apple juice?" Law says, closing the door and swishing the liquid in his glass around.
"Well, I forgot my phone here so, can I just dig in your couch?"
"If you want." He groans and walks to the kitchen, pouring himself a refill. Well deserved, he thinks. He hasn't done anything particularly bad to himself. Unless him drinking counts, because that could be potentially lethal.
"Oh where are my manners, would you like to join me?" Law asks him, leaning over the counter while Luffy's digging through his couch cushions and emerges with his phone.
"Sure." He accepts and Law's all for it, pouring him a drink in a second glass and sliding it down the counter as if he's some skilled bartender.
"God that's strong." Luffy says, taking a large gulp then squeezing his eyes shut at the burn.
"That means I've got good shit. I don't half ass my liquor." Law says, walking with his glass and the bottle in hand and he plops himself down on the couch, Luffy sitting next to him.
"Ya know earlier, you didn't tell me. 'Bout those. I didn't even know you had that huge one." Luffy points at Law's hands and chest, meaning the tattoos.
"Oh. Nothing to them really, death is death."
"Yeah but why'd you get em'?"
"Because I really want to die." He says and Luffy looks back at him, squinting his eyes and he can't tell if he's serious or joking around. Until Law lets out a loud laugh. "Why do you look so serious?"
"That sucks." Luffy says, he knows it's not the best but he's so taken back he doesn't know what else to say. He doesn't know how to deal or act in situations like this. And Law looks down. It does suck.
"I don't want you to die." Luffy tells him and he looks as sad as a kid who just witnessed his puppy get run over.
"Isn't that sweet." Law mocks, rolls his eyes and finishes the rest of his drink.
"How come you wanna go?"
"Because."
"Cause what?"
"Because I don't see my life getting any easier."
"What's so hard?"
"Everything. Living. Breathing. It's all hard."
"Maybe you need to get away. Go on vacation." Luffy suggests with a visibly forced smile and Law returns the gesture.
"Yeah, maybe the plane will crash with me in it too."
/
Luffy notices gashes, cuts on Law's wrists. Suddenly some things make sense to him. And he knows it's probably the rudest thing in the world to stare, but he can't avert his eyes.
"I hate myself for being so weak that I let certain reasons get to me and I did it." Law tells him, because it looks like Luffy wants to ask. Why he did it. It took about four seconds for him to feel like Luffy's eyes were burning into his scabs.
"I've was able to keep my composure for a few months, but certain things made me feel so fucking low and worthless. I let it get to me that badly that I felt I deserved to do it." He continues and watches Luffy nod his head to every word he says, every sentence he finishes. He's got no idea where it's all coming from. Words are just spewing out and he regrets drinking only for the annoying saying that a drunk's words are a sober minds thoughts. He'd never say any of this if he were.
"Do you still feel like that?" Luffy asks, and he can tell he's hesitating. That's a first, so Law hums.
"I always feel stupid when I look back at them while they heal. I think I wanted to believe that during that time I didn't do anything to myself, I became a stronger person. More wise and open minded and I knew how to handle things like that and I was proud of myself for that." Law admits and he doesn't believe that this good feeling is from him saying it all out loud to someone who isn't in charge of his medication. Which he really, should be taking properly and not drink with. He'll do it tomorrow.
"But...?" Luffy says, because it really sounds like there's a but. There should be one.
"But I guess I wasn't nearly as strong as I thought and was probably trying to keep it together to prove to people around me. That I was okay and that I didn't need anyone to help me professionally." He finishes, along with the rest of his drink and exhales at the burn.
"If you choose to sit and wallow in self pity and stay stuck thinking about what ifs you're not going to get anywhere." Luffy tells him and finally, Law thinks, something smart comes out of his mouth. It's out of character for him. But maybe there's a wise man under that childish cover up. He's almost preaching to him. But even so, his chest aches.
"It hurts." Law whimpers and he feels like he could cry. He's crumbling apart right in front of Luffy, he'd never meant to spill his heart out this much. Maybe a little, but damn, not this much.
"That isn't something strange, we're human of course shit hurts. We feel disappointed and hurt when the people we love abandon us in our time of need but what can we do? You have to be strong for yourself and learn to live without the people that hurt you so badly! I know you can do it. The fact you're still sitting here in front of me tells me that!" Luffy says with a big smile like his words are the easy cure to everything. Law appreciates it. He really does. It's been so damn long since someone other that his psychiatrist and Rocinante sat in front of him saying shit like that. The fact it's Luffy too. But it's still not enough.
"You might be considered an adult in the eyes of the law, but god, you're such a child."
/
It's how it all starts is what's really funny. He calls Luffy a child, and Luffy says he's not. So Law calls him out on it says he has no sense of realism and is just living life like a child with no care in the world. Tells him he's got no part in trying to mend together someone who's got nothing to fix. Someone who's just empty. Luffy doesn't buy it. Says he's not, says he's just locked away all there is to him because he's scared.
Luffy says he wants to be the one to make Law feel like he has a heart and he's not just some big empty shell. Because he's not. But Law calls him out on his bluff, says he's only saying it for his own gain and Luffy's pissed he'd even think let alone say something like that. Doesn't get mad physically, tries to keep his facial expression subtle, says he'll make Law feel he swears by it.
And then they're locking lips and the key is nowhere to be found and neither of them are particularly interested in finding it either.
It's funny how things work sometimes. Or so Law thinks. The whole situation going on now is mildly amusing, even for his very judgmental taste. He's not entirely sure how or why what's happening started happening. Maybe he's just looking for comfort. And Luffy's the only one available, so why not. Take it upon himself, to take the comfort he wants- he needs, from Luffy. Who seems, just as eager to give it to him. To be the one to comfort him. He doesn't mind. He'll gladly take what he can get.
Neither of them are all that drunk. Intoxicated to a certain point, yes. They wouldn't be able to drive. But not to the point where they're only acting on the depressant. They know full well what they're doing. Neither of them has lost all sense, they're still relatively coherent. But mostly lost in each other, Law looking for some sort of sanctuary, Luffy being the literal asylum that'll keep him from harms way.
And even so, they walk into the bedroom rather hastily, and Law pushes Luffy against the door, pinning his wrists against the sides of his head. Cocking his head to the side, he's almost trying analyzing him, but the drunk part of him is saying no, just let whatever happen, happen. But he persists, tries to figure out just what it is Luffy's after. What he wants from him. It's too silent, minus the heavy breathing coming from the two of them. Luffy stares at him with a fierce gaze, which Law matches back, and hold their positions for a few seconds of silence and intensity that Law thinks has got to be the most anxiety ridden few seconds of his life, before Luffy only smiles, whispers a 'kiss me' and Law doesn't need any further instructions.
It's not the smartest thing to be doing. Law knows it and Luffy knows it but neither of them are going to act on the little voice saying 'stop', instead they go by the voice that encourages this. The one that presses them closer together telling Law he needs this, telling Luffy he wants to be the one to give this to him.
Neither of them are thinking clearly and that's not really a first for either of them either, and life's too full of shit for Law to care and too full of missed chances if one doesn't seize the opportunity to walk down the yellow brick road and through the big door that holds something great beyond it. For Luffy that's Law, and for Law it's Luffy.
Law wants nothing but to please him to be the one who keeps that beautiful smile of his plastered on his face and the one who brings out the erotic face he finds himself in awe at now and Luffy wants to be the one for Law.
Just the one. His rock, his shoulder, all of it.
Thinks law deserves it and he cares so fucking much that he wants to be that person for law. Needs to be that person, in his own selfish way. But it's not just about Law; it's about him too. He wants this just as bad, has wanted it for a while now. Will always want this from Law because he's who he is to Luffy and that is important. He's special, he's one of a kind, he's Law. And Luffy thinks it's no time to get sentimental even though he'll never say it out loud now, neither of them will. Laws too busy slipping his tongue into Luffy's mouth to pull back and say 'damn you for being like this for doing this to me' and Luffy's in a different world loving every second his tongue dances with Law's to tell him how much he really means to him. How proud he is of him that he's still alive and how happy he is he'll continue to live.
"Law..." Luffy murmurs and it's almost like a whine. A plea. Law let's go of one of Luffy's wrists, bringing his hand to his neck. He could squeeze the life out of him in less than ten seconds, he thinks. Not that he's going to do it. Just that Luffy's so damned trusting, it frustrates him. The touch of Law's cold fingers makes Luffy shiver under him, squinting his eyes a bit but never breaking contact with Law's lust filled golden eyes. To him, his name has never sounded so erotic and needy. Like Law could jump Luffy right then and there, and he wouldn't care. He's all for it.
He hovers over Luffy and brings his face closer and closer at a painfully slow rate and Luffy can't take it. He's got to tippy toe, but he does it, taking hold of one side of Law's face with his free hand and eagerly kisses him, like he can't do anything else. Like he doesn't ever want to do anything else. At first, they're soft kisses on chapped lips. But they're not enough for Law. He presses his mouth onto Luffy's earnestly, and the younger boy under him moans into his mouth. They'd gone from soft kisses to fierce hungry ones in no time flat and neither one of them could muster up the need or want to complain.
"My my, you really know how to satisfy a man's needs." Law says and he can tell just by the way Luffy kisses he's not as inexperienced as he looks.
"What about my needs?"
Law brushes a finger over Luffy's bottom lip, "I'm sure I can amuse you," He teases. Looking down at him like he could devour him whole.
"Are you sure?" Luffy asks and he's just trying to get conformation really, that it's okay. That this is okay.
"Quite."
Law brings their lips back together, biting down hard on his bottom lip. Luffy slides his arms around Law's neck, pressing a hand to the back of head to bring them as close as they could possibly get. Law moves his hips against Luffy's, pushing him back against the door and wedges his leg between him, his thigh against Luffy's crotch.
And there's a slight chance, Law thinks, that he shouldn't be doing this. He shouldn't but he can't stop. It's foolish of him to continue, he's a fool. A big fucking fool. And he should stop. He can't. He isn't thinking clearly.
Luffy opens his mouth eagerly and desperately, allowing Law to slip his tongue inside. Luffy feels like he's melting every time the hot slick organs touch.
Luffy's shirt rides up as Law's hands travel, sliding over his abdomen and lightly tracing over his nipples and shoulder blades, making Luffy gasp at the touch. The cold room quickly heats up with every passing second.
It's a strange side to Luffy that Law can't help but want to see more of. Law feels like his skin is on fire, his whole body's burning against Luffy's. Sweating under the restraints known as clothing. He doesn't know if it's because of Luffy's lust filled voice, his hips aligned with his, or the fact he just really wants to feel. He craves it now.
"You're playing with fire…" He grumbles in a low voice. A warning really, the last straw before they can't go back. Because they could stop. And Law can put a few drunken kisses behind him. Anymore than that, he knows. It'll fuck with his head. He knows, but he has the same urge Luffy does, to keep going.
"Great, I love games..." Luffy whispers and raises his hips against Law's, initiating him to let go of the teen's wrists and cup the sides of his face. He brings them together, moans escape each of their lips into each other's mouths.
"Bed, bed," Luffy breathes out between dances of their tongues and biting at each others lips and Law complies, not letting his mouth go, kissing him while fumbling and tripping over each other until Law finds his back hitting the cool duvet, pulling Luffy on top of him with little to no effort.
Law knows it's bad. It's really bad. That since Luffy's so convinent to him, he'll wind up getting attached. Too attached. But he's in no mind to think; he can't think, with Luffy's eyes, pupils dilated, dark as coal, staring back into his own.
He's completely undone underneath Luffy who's straddling his waist on his bed. In his room. In his apartment. And he struggles to make sense of it while at the same time having all air sucked out of him. Both desperately grinding against each other, the barrier of clothing again, gets in the way. Luffy's hands entangle in Law's hair, Law's hands grip Luffy's hips. Law sees no need for Luffy's shirt that keeps him from reaching more skin. He pulls back to lift it over Luffy's head quickly, then their mouths connect again. They're like a couple of horny teenagers who ache for more friction.
They break apart, only to catch their breath, hot air hitting each other's faces. Law can't take past this; his burning desire to see the usually full of energy and loudly eccentric Luffy, at his mercy is off the charts. He pulls him down, kissing him hard over and over while his fingers trail down his abdomen to the button of his jeans and pops them open. Luffy lets out a sharp breath when Law starts palming him over his boxers, mouths still over each others.
Law's long fingers slide under his waistband, forming a fist around Luffy's throbbing erection. Almost instantly, Luffy lifts his hips a bit so Law can lower his pants and boxers far enough to pull his cock out completely. Law presses his own clothed erection against him, letting out a whine full of need and urgency.
"F-fuck Law," Luffy moans against Law's lips, thrusting his hips into the older man's hand. He drops his forehead to Law's bare shoulder, his own hands somehow finding their way to the hem of his pants and unties them hastily. Luffy's comparably small hands wrap around Law's cock, giving him an hard stroke and Law's so in deep.
"Shit," He groans against the pressure Luffy squeezes him with. He's enjoying this all too much.
Their mouths collide once more in a hot possessing way that drives Luffy to his own insanity. Making him moan in delight as their hips move against each other. Law nibbles at Luffy's bottom lip before swiping across with his tongue that Luffy begs to have tangle with his. As hard as he finds it, Law pulls his lips from Luffy's. Only to start kissing a trail down his jaw and neck, following up by nipping and sucking at his skin.
Luffy's pressing himself harder against Law. Feeling his impending orgasm approaching and moves even faster while panting against Law's ear. The only words either of them manages to get out are each other's names, a string of curse words, and calls to god. Luffy feels his own breathing become irregular and arduous, a part of him not really caring if he'll suffocate right now.
"Oh god, Law I-"
"Yeah, yeah come on," Law says and tightens his grip, moving his hand quicker and twisting with every pull.
The pleasures too great for Luffy to give a damn about anything other than getting off. He's so fucking close, right on the edge.
"Don't stop- god, I- don't stop!" He pants, barely making the words come out of his mouth as his orgasm takes over his entire lower half, making him shake under Law's hands. Coming on tattooed fingers. Law gives him a few more strokes, letting him ride out his orgasm while he pants into his collarbone. Breath so hot against Law's ear. Luffy's trying to catch his breath, breathing in and out from his mouth that he thinks might have spazzed and is stuck in an eternal jaw drop. It's not. His heartbeat slows down, back to regular and he pushes himself up, before moving to slide down.
"What exactly is it you think you're doing, Luffy?" Law whispers hoarsely, watching the teen go down and take hold of his still, very hard cock.
"Repaying the favor."
"That was no favor, I'll tell you now I thoroughly enjoyed myself. But, I'm also not one to reject such a… generous offer." He says, surprised he can even make out a proper sentence while gazing into Luffy's eyes. It's almost like Luffy can actually see into his soul and read every thought and desire he has within him with the level of intensity his eyes are giving off. He curls his finger, calling Lufy back, and Luffy does as he's asked, back up to meet him, face to face.
"How exactly do you plan on repaying me?" He whispers into his ear and Law's hot breath feels cold against Luffy's sweaty skin.
"Well I figured… you could do… whatever you wanted…" He whispers back, gasping between words as Law drags his tongue from his collarbone to the tender spot under Luffy's earlobe. He's good.
"Whatever I want huh? You're being awfully generous to someone who only gave you a handjob."
"I don't care… Just let me do it!" Luffy yells, not loud enough for anyone to hear him through the walls, but loud enough for Law to notice just how badly Luffy wants him. He can do that; comply with Luffy's needy demands. But he pushes him off, and Luffy almost whines. And he stands by the edge of the bed, pulling Luffy to him by his chin.
Luffy goes along with the unspoken command; after all he did say he could do whatever he wanted. He props himself on his knees and finds himself alternating between looking up at Law's sensual face and his cock. Law's nearly certain Luffy has no idea what he's about to do and assumes he's just going to tell him to suck him off, but that's not what he has in mind.
Law takes hold of Luffy's jaw and opens his mouth, a bit by force and there's a gleam of greed and hunger in his eyes.
"I don't think you have any idea how fucking hot you look right now Luffy. At my mercy."
Luffy licks his lips in anticipation and Law pushes himself into his mouth. Luffy lifts one of his hands to take hold of his shaft but Law's quick grip on his wrist stops him.
"Oh no, you get absolutely no say in this." He says with a grunt, and gives a sharp thrust into Luffy, pushing himself a bit further. Luffy lets him slowly push into his mouth while he swirls his tongue around the tip and grazes his teeth along his shaft. Law releasing a noticeable noise as he hovers over him, one hand tightly grabbing Luffy's hair and the other still holding his wrist.
Law's lips part before he brings his tongue out to lick them while he watches Luffy take him deeper into his mouth with every thrust. His breathing starts to happen in short intervals as the feeling of Luffy's tongue sliding under his shaft and dipping into the slit of his cock. As well as the occasional graze of his teeth, leaves him breathless.
Luffy takes short breaths in between Law's thrusts that now go as far as the back of his throat and start happening quicker, leaving him less time to take in the air he needs. His own chest feels like it's going to erupt due to lack of oxygen and the sound of Law's grunts above send him into a haze. He can feel his own cock hardening again, whining as Law fucks his face.
"So pretty..." Law gets out and he's not all that drunk anymore, or so he feels. At least not because of the alcohol. Luffy's more potent than any liquor.
Law changes the style of his thrusts from a mixture of slow deep thrusts to shallow jerky ones. He pushes himself further with each one, and he can feel himself touch the back of Luffy's throat. Law's going deeper than Luffy thought he would, making breathing a near impossible task. Law jerks into his mouth quicker, panting heavily, close to his climax.
"Fuck- you feel so fucking good Luffy," He grunts almost breathless and the grip he's got on the Luffy's wrist is tight enough to bruise. Luffy himself, really can't breathe, and just one look at Law panting above him makes him attempt to swallow back saliva and precum, reacting to his erotic expression.
"So close Luffy... be a good boy and swallow." Law says, and it sounds so seductive to Luffy. He can't think of anything but how impossible it is to swallow with a cock lodged in his throat. But also doesn't refuse as he hears Law's grunts grow louder. But the lack of air to his brain is also telling him to breathe, breathe before he passes out. Tears well up in his eyes at the slight pain of his throat being stretched, retracted, and repeat. He doesn't care. Luffy continues to suck on his cock, matching the rhythm of Law's thrusts.
Law lets out what sounds like the sweetest noise of pleasure to Luffy, from above. Shuddering and giving his wrist one last squeeze before he loosens his grip, coming into his mouth, down his throat. Law's cock is still in Luffy's mouth and he's trying his best to swallow, despite the way his lungs cry out to him, begging for air. It becomes easier when Law slowly pulls himself out of his mouth and Luffy takes one long deep breath, followed up with many quicker shorter ones to refill his poor deprived lungs.
Law takes a couple of breaths of his own while he tucks himself back into his sweats and traces over Luffy's swollen red lips with his thumb.
"You're so obedient... I didn't think you would actually let me do that." He says, licking his own lips before he leans down to press his mouth against Luffy's and he can taste himself. Imagine that. Law honestly can't. The fact he's still hazy isn't helping him restrain himself from just pushing Luffy down onto bed that he's kneeling on. But he doesn't need to, when Luffy's arms wrap around his neck and pull him down again, kissing the air out of his lungs. Their bodies, slick with sweat sliding against one another.
Thinks shit they shouldn't do this they really shouldn't, not with Luffy who he's become so close to in such a short amount of time. He almost feels like he's known him his whole damn life.
So they shouldn't be doing this. Because Law knowing himself, will get way too fucking attached and he can't do that. He can't bear that.
But they are and they do, the need is too great and the comfort, the safety that's given off with each touch and hold is only urging Law to keep going. Thinking maybe it's not so bad; maybe it won't end up as bad.
And he thinks shit this is really bad, this is really fucking bad, because he knows how he is. Any other stranger and he wouldn't give a shit, but Luffy's no stranger to him. At least not anymore and he shouldn't be doing this.
But the way Luffy moans into his mouth and nearly begs for him is way too big of a challenge to overcome, and damn it all because he's no where near as strong as he needs to be to overcome it. So he gives in.
Gives into the need the want all of it all of Luffy, kisses him so hard their teeth clink against each other and press into their cheeks indenting them, making them bleed. He doesn't care. He needs this and he damn well deserves this because shit, after god knows how long he's gone without feeling this good, this safe, and out of harms way, he fucking deserves this.
Doesn't think he's taking advantage of Luffy because the way he reacts, lifting his body to slide harder against Law's is just needy and just perfect that Law begins to think Luffy's of a divine being who's come down to give him his just reward.
He'll take it, claim it, make it his all he wants and what he wants is Luffy. And Luffy he will receive
And he fucking adores the way Luffy calls out his name to bring him back to reality which isn't all that different from his day dreams, because there Luffy is, helplessly grinding against him calling out his name and asking for more as if he'll die in a matter of seconds if he's denied
Who'd Law be if he denied such a request? Surely not someone he knows.
"Luffy…" He breathes against the younger's mouth but quickly pulls back. Sticks his fingers into Luffy's mouth because unfortunately for him, he didn't know this would be happening otherwise he would have for sure stocked up on lube, but this'll have to do. And Luffy's so good, the way he licks around his digits, sucking on them until their soaked with saliva. Moans a 'please' through a mouthful of fingers, and fuck Luffy for being so damn sexy.
Law dips his head down, leaving a trail of wet hard kisses on Luffy's abdomen until he hovers over his cock, dripping with precum and plays around, probing his hole while biting the inside of his thigh.
He wants to make him beg, make him squeal underneath him, all in due time which doesn't take long after all, with Luffy's mouth hung open, panting 'please' and 'hurry up', says he feels like he's going to die and no no, Law can't have that. So he pushes in both fingers, figures Luffy can handle it. He's a big boy. And handle it Luffy does. Lets out a moan that's so sweet the noise goes straight to Law's groin.
Luffy immediately tightens around his fingers and it's not as easy without lube, the burn of the drag when Law pulls out and pushes his fingers back in as deep as he can hurts, but in the best way possible. He ruts back, making Law go exactly as deep every time. And it fucking hurts, but the pleasure outweighs the pain.
"Oh god, oh god, Law…" Luffy moans, because shit the guy's too good with his fucking fingers to be real. Law just smirks and hums, pushes his fingers in faster and Luffy squeezes his eyes shut, mouth open, moaning for him, and only him. Finally Law knows he's found that spot when Luffy's eyes spring open and his mouth hangs lower than before, throat lets out the roughest and most blissful noise he's ever heard he smirks thinks he's doing a good job. His mouth finds his way back to Luffy's, which in between kisses and biting at Laws' lower lip asks for it again and again, until he's ready. He's so fucking impatient and needs Law, now.
Law doesn't waste any time, pulls out his fingers to which Luffy whines a bit before he feels Law waiting for some kind of approval to continue.
"God just do it- shit," Luffy says and oh no, that's not good enough for Law.
"Ask nicely." He says, pulling himself further away from him, just to tease.
"God please Law, fuck me!" And that's all Law fucking needs to go all in. And of course without lube it's ten times rougher, so he takes his time pushing himself in until Luffy's face makes Law's hips involuntarily jerk and thrust all the way in. And he's so fucking tight, squeezing his cock but he feels so damn good. He's considerate of Luffy though, doesn't want to hurt him so he waits until he gives the signal, that it's okay to move.
"God fuck, please please please," Luffy says as quick as he can because he's got about half or maybe less the air inside him and Law kisses him hard like he needs him, and moves.
Sliding out of Luffy's body slowly only to sink right back into him again like it wasn't their first time. Like he knows Luffy's body, inside out. Repeating again and again, Luffy letting out mewls and moans each time. Law letting out his own grunts.
"Fucking hell," Law gets out through a tightly clenched jaw, leaning down to pant into Luffy's ear, the hot air hitting against Luffy's sweaty skin immediately sending chills down his spine. "You feel so fucking amazing, Luffy."
Luffy's too dazed to give him an answer, to busy drowning in Law to reply. Instead he just opens his mouth, replies with louder moans when Law hits him perfectly, letting out hard breaths he can't control that he know's he needs, but doesn't care much for now anyways.
But he loves it. Loves the way Law gives into him, loves the way he looks at him with such desire and thinks it's a little taste of heaven. Thinks he'll never get this image out of his mind ever again, it's burned into him. Engraved into his skin.
"Fuck, fuck! H-harder..." He lets out with a gulp, squeezing his eyes as tight as he could.
Law looks down at him, panting, mumbles a quick 'anything for you' and gives into the demand. Luffy's legs tightening the hold he has on Law's waist when Law trusts even deeper into him. Both letting out a moan so delicous, it's hard not to do again.
Law starts moving faster, to please Luffy. To do anything for Luffy. Loving the way Luffy melts, whithers underneath him and Luffy's hips rut up to match every thrust, filling Law's room with blissful moans and skin slapping against skin.
"Yeah, yeah fuck! Law!" Luffy moans but he needs more. More and more and more.
Law lets out his own groan that's doused with pleasure, increasing his pace even more. Pounding into Luffy relentlessly as if Luffy's body is all he knows. All that matters anymore. Not that it's anywhere far from the truth. He can't find himself concentrating on anything or anyone but Luffy.
Pleasure ripples through their blood, rips through them like a drug. Feeling it like ecstasy in every single inch of their body, every sense focused on the other. All Luffy can hear is Law's pants and grunts, and all Law can feel, see, hear, touch, is Luffy.
Every second that passes only allowed their sex to become rougher, more needy and desperate. Luffy's only adding more fuel to the fire that is Law with every moan and string of curse words. The way Luffy shifts his hips makes it so that every thrust Law gives him hits that spot of his perfectly, too good to be true. And it sends doses of pleasure through every vein in his body. Not even sure if his moans or gasps are coming out moderately coherent anymore, he doesn't care.
Digs his nails into the skin on Law's back. He doesn't care. Biting down on his shoulder to keep his mouth busy from letting out any other embarrassing noise he can't make out. He's just a quivering and shaking mess. Law loves it. Showing absolutely no mercy as he trusts in as deep as Luffy's body will let him.
Luffy's core only burns with the desperate need to come, let his orgasm wash over him. And with the way Law looks at him, like he's about to be devoured it only further pushes him to the edge.
"Luffy, Luffy fuck," Law groans, because shit he's about to let his own orgasm engluf him to the fullest extent too. Luffy's got no problem with that. Can't even make out a proper response that isn't filled with a throaty need. Law digging his own nails so deep into the skin on Luffy's hip it's hard enough to bruise. Thrusting with no intention of holding back, giving it his all and then some.
"Y-yeah, yes fuck, fuck Law!" Luffy gets out somehow when one of Law's hands take hold of his throbbing erection that's just begging, begging to be played with and released. And it only takes a few strokes to send Luffy running for the hills, spinning around with pleasure he's gone.
His whole body trembling underneath Law, the force of it shooting right through his body like a bullet. Every nerve, everything he could feel was on fire. His eyes squeezed shut so damn hard he doesn't see the face Law makes when he comes inside him. Feels him shake above him before he collapses on top of him, holding back most of his body weight, but it's enough to press Luffy into the bed.
Neither of them really find the need to talk through heavy breathing and panting. Just look at each other with a face that's been satisfied from the longing of this all. Law pushes himself off, lies next to him on his bed and listens to the sound of his heart as well as his own beating so hard it could jump out of his chest. And it's still silent.
Luffy finally looks down from the ceiling, turning to see eye to eye with Law and gestures for him to come closer. He does. He'll do it all. Luffy sliding an arm around his waist and digs his head into his shoulder, Law loving the hold he has on him. Loves the way his finger makes little circles on his back. Thinks he could sleep so peacefully like this.
God damn it's got to be the most "emotional" thing that he's ever had happen to him in… forever. The odd tender look in Luffy's tired eyes very well sends his own head into paranoia. Like he'd gotten what he wanted, and he'll fuck off the second Law closes his eyes. But he's so tired, and the one time he doesn't want sleep to wash over him, it does.
Last thing he remembers seeing is Luffy, tired grin across his face, lips moving to say 'goodnight.'