Law was a renowned insomniac, so he didn't mind taking night shifts. Give him a cup of coffee and he'd be all set. Night shifts were always boring on highway patrol because there was literally no one out at night, especially in a middle-of-nowhere-midwest-hellscape town such as Foosha Village (not that it was anything close to a village, far too small in comparison).

If anything, Law almost enjoyed the night shifts. It meant that he could chill in his sleek, work-provided Dodge with a cup of coffee and allow his thoughts to consume him for hours on end. So fun.

All sarcasm aside, Law hadn't been in the mood for arguing with speeding rednecks that evening. He'd dealt with enough shit that day, and really wished that he was back home in his bed rather than stuck in uniform for another untold number of hours.

The time was edging closer and closer to midnight, and Law had until two before he could finally return home and be done with this shit for the weekend. He'd been scrolling absentmindedly on his phone, eyes anywhere but the radar gun propped lazily on his dash, when a car whizzed by out of fucking nowhere.

Now, this wasn't entirely out of the blue. People sped on the backroads literally all the time (mostly because cops didn't hide out in the empty pastures very often, most on the police force didn't go out of their way to avoid work like Law did). Had the situation been any different Law would have let this particular fool off the hook. He wasn't in the mood for turning on his lights and chasing the idiot down.

However… the thing that caught Law's attention was this person's speed.

It was a 45 zone on Punk Parkway, and Law would have been expecting people to whiz by going 55 or maybe even 60.

But 120 miles per hour on a winding and unlit country road?!

Law had to draw the line somewhere, and this was miles across his line in the sand.

With a scoff on his lips, Law stuffed his coffee into his cup holder and flicked on his siren and flashing blue lights. His radar gun frantically flashing the alarming speed in the corner of his eye, Law put his Dodge in gear and pulled onto the road. He was jostled in his seat as he drove onto the worn and faded pavement, but soon enough his tires were burning rubber and he was off.

Law's engine roared in time with his siren as he picked up speed, frowning in distaste as he was forced to drastically reduce his speed with every turn that he took. How had this idiot not crashed yet, Law wasn't even going 90 and he was already struggling not to veer into a tree!

Soon enough, Law's trusty Dodge caught up with his target. The distinct red taillights of a Toyota Camry winked at him between inclines and around sharp turns, teasing and daring him to draw closer. Law huffed, who the hell went that fast in a fucking Camry?

The idiot in front of him showed no signs of slowing, so Law laid on his horn. (apparently the flashing lights and loud-as-fuck siren hadn't been enough).

With the tell-tale red glow of brakelights, the idiot in the Camry finally began to slow down. Law smirked to himself as he followed the speeder until they pulled onto the non-existent shoulder to await their sentence.

Law switched off his siren, leaving his flashing lights on as he rolled to a stop behind the Camry and put his car in park. He sighed heavily as he checked his gun and prepared himself for either an argument, a flimsy excuse, or a bout of tears.

He watched with narrowed eyes as the lights within the Camry were not switched on. Usually people would turn their lights on immediately and keep their hands where Law could see them. It was plain common sense. They didn't want to get shot, did they?

Law shook his head and stepped out of his car with his ticket pad in hand.

He walked leisurely over to the driver's side window of the Camry, boots crunching in the gravelly dirt that lined the side of the road. The Camry remained pitch black inside, and the window remained rolled up even as Law pointedly took his time to walk up to the window… windows that were tinted a pitch black.

That's illegal.

Law came to a stop outside the driver's side window, cocking his hip as he waited for the window to roll down, or the light to turn on, or the nose of a gun to be pointed at him– something!

There was no movement from the driver within, and Law grumbled to himself as he rapped his knuckles on tinted glass.

The window slowly rolled down, and Law couldn't have prepared himself for the person who sat within if he tried.

It was a damn college kid, couldn't have been more than twenty, who was all bright eyed (and shockingly not drunk or high or both), with this big, dopey grin plastered all over his face.

Law glared.

What in the hell?

"Hello, officer," the idiot greeted. There wasn't a hint of respect or politeness in his tone. It was jovial, flippant. He seemed happy, almost, which Law couldn't begin to fathom. He'd been pulled over for going more than fifty miles over the speed limit! This was a far cry from a picnic.

His hands were in his lap rather than on the steering wheel, which was an absolute no-no. Did he know how lucky he was that he'd gotten pulled over by Law? He would have been shot ages ago if he'd been pulled over by any of the other gasbags at the station!

"Late night, isn't it?" the idiot commented with a snicker. His teeth flashed white against the darkness of the country road. Unruly black hair drooped across chocolatey eyes, and Law couldn't help but notice that the younger man's shirt was completely unbuttoned. (He wasn't distracted. He fucking swears.)

Law ignored the idiot's commentary, "Do you know how fast you were going?" He got right down to business, more than ready to sentence this fool to hundreds of dollars of fines and move on with his life. Maybe if I play my cards right I can get him jail time. That stupid smile ticks me off for some reason.

"Uh… forty-five?" the raven offered, giving Law an unconvincing face.

Law gave the idiot an angry look. "You were going 120. That's 75 miles over."

The younger man snorted, "Damn, had to try, right?" He laughed. As if he hadn't just lied to a police officer's face. On purpose.

Law grumbled incoherently under his breath and clicked open his pen, prepared to write the wildest speeding ticket he'd ever had the privilege to give.

"Sooooo, we don't have to do that, right?" the idiot said, nodding at Law's ticket pad.

The officer glared at him. "Can I see an ID?"

"Getting personal already?" the raven joked. He flipped two fingers in Law's direction, a driver's license held between them as if he'd had it waiting the entire time.

Law glared, and snatched it spitefully from his fingers. Monkey D. Luffy. Nineteen years old, been driving for three. DL number is…

"I'm real sorry I was going fast and stuff," the idiot - Luffy - told Law. He didn't sound very remorseful. "I won't do it again, promise?"

Law rose an eyebrow and glanced down at him in an utter lack of amusement.

Chocolate brown eyes twinkled up at Law from the seat of the car. "What do you say, let me off with a warning?"

Law's expression didn't change.

"A really scary warning?"

Law began lowering his pen back to the ticket pad.

"Just this once?"

Law tossed Luffy's license back into his lap and went back to writing the ticket.

The raven scrambled to catch the license, and then continued his pathetic attempt at evading the law.

"Come on…" Luffy squinted at Law's badge. "Officer Tra– Trafal– Trafal-guy! Let me off the hook! You can trust me!"

Law glared. "It's Traflagar. And can I get a permanent address?"

Luffy pouted. "Come on, Traffy, don't be like that."

Law's eyebrow twitched.

"You're a nice guy," Luffy drawled, leaning his elbow out the window and drawing closer. He gazed up at Law through half lidded eyes, a crooked smile slipping across his face.

"Says who?" Law grumbled.

"You wouldn't give me a ticket, right Traffy?" Luffy said, exaggerating every syllable.

"Your optimism is breathtaking," Law muttered.

"You've got nice eyes."

Law's gaze snapped to Luffy's. "Excuse me?"

"I've never seen someone with gold eyes before," Luffy mused, leaning his chin on his hand as he gazed thoughtfully up at Law.

What…? The fuck…

Law shook his head and went back to his ticket.

"Are those tattoos a part of the uniform?" Luffy asked.

Law glared at him again. He's trying to distract me. "No. They're not."

"Makes sense," Luffy nodded. He gazed at Law's fingers where they gripped the pen, his eyes running across the ink on his knuckles. His gaze felt heavy, and Law didn't know how he felt about that. The air between them felt strange all of a sudden. What the hell was this idiot up to?

Brown eyes flicked back up to Law's, and he ignored the pressure of Luffy's gaze on his face. Number of miles over is–

"What do they say?"

Law startled when Luffy's hands snaked out of the window and rested around his. The skin of his palms was rough and slid across Law's, slowly taking his hands and turning them so that Luffy could read the letters on his fingers.

"Death?" the raven hummed.

Law blinked several times, and then gritted his teeth. What was he doing, just standing here and letting someone he'd pulled over hold his hands through the car window?! He tried to yank his hands out of Luffy's grip, but the grip tightened and he was tugged closer to the window.

"Your tattoos are really cool," Luffy hummed. He ran his thumbs across the backs of Law's hands, and the sensation did not make his skin prickle. "Do you have any more?"

The question sounded oddly suggestive, and Law really didn't like the glimmer in Luffy's eye.

"Several," he responded gruffly. "Now quick fucking around and–"

"-You look pretty young, for a cop," Luffy commented. He had his head cocked to one side, and was gazing up at Law half lidded with that damned expression– what the hell was this–

"What's your name?" Luffy asked, his voice silken and his smile oddly sweet. "I want to know what to call you."

Law opened his mouth to answer, and then changed his mind. He quickly snapped his mouth closed, shutting himself up before he could encourage this weird ass behavior. Is he flirting with me? What the fuck is he doing?

"I don't know what you think this is," Law snapped, "But I have a job to do, thank you." He yanked against Luffy's grip, but was shocked when those hands constricted once again and kept him trapped on the spot. Luffy tugged his hands through the window, and Law was vaguely aware of his pad and pen dropping to the dirt.

"What do you say we… forget this ever happened?" Luffy suggested, gazing up at Law with that strange glimmer in his eye. His grin was lopsided and uncomfortably suggestive. Law's heart was starting to race, and he did not appreciate that reaction.

"Sorry," Law said shortly, "You were driving recklessly, and now you have to pay for it. You can't get out of this situation by acting cute."

Luffy's eyes flashed. "Oh, so you think I'm cute?"

Law's jaw dropped in horror. Oh my god–

"For the record, I think that you're cute too," Luffy declared.

What the fuck–

Luffy's grin turned sly. "Come on, Traffy. Let me off the hook? It's just a happy little accident, right?"

"Stop it," Law hissed. He didn't know what was going on, but whatever it was was giving him a weird feeling. I don't think he's cute. What is he talking about? Sure, I said that he was but that was just a figure of speech. It's not like I actually think that about him–

"I'll convince you, don't worry. I'll make you forget this ever happened.," Luffy said with a growing grin. That damn look in his eyes seemed to be growing more prominent, and Law's heart just about leapt out of his chest when Luffy's eyes flicked down to his mouth.

Wait. He can't mean–

Luffy moved, and before Law's mind could catch up to what was happening he'd been tugged down to level with the car window. That grin was practically devious, and Law was overcome with a sense of impending doom.

A rough hand knotted in the collar of Law's uniform, and Luffy yanked him forward into a kiss. Their lips crashed together unceremoniously, and Law couldn't deny the shiver that ran up his spine when Luffy's other hand strayed from his tattooed fingers to grab the hair at the nape of his neck.

Luffy didn't leave any room for escape. He pressed a firm kiss to Law's lips once, then cracked his jaw open and shoved his tongue between Law's teeth. The sudden advance took Law off guard, and Luffy took full advantage of his surprised gasp. A hot tongue crowded against Law's, and Luffy tilted his head to capture his mouth in full.

Fingers tightened in Law's hair, and his hands found the window of Luffy's car door, where they gripped the frame with white knuckles. Law leaned into Luffy's kiss, dropping his jaw wider and–

What the fuck am I doing–

Luffy broke off with a gasp, his eyes dark and lips wet. Law stared at him with wide eyes and a flushed face. His heart was racing in his chest and good lord had that been messy–

A breathless laugh bubbled up from Luffy's chest, and that's when Law knew that he was doomed.

They surged forward in unison, and before Law's common sense could catch up with him he was molding his lips with Luffy's and allowing himself to be pulled further through the window. Greedy fingers plunged into Law's hair and knocked his hat onto the street below. Luffy's mouth was searing, licking at his lips between kisses and knocking their teeth together unforgivingly.

Law knew that his mind would catch up with him at any second and pull him back to his senses, but Luffy made his head spin. His body wouldn't stop responding to his touch, his lips wouldn't stop letting Luffy's tongue through. When was the last time he'd done something like this? It had been far too long, if his embarrassing lack of self control was any indication.

Luffy grinned against Law's mouth, and his hands slipped from his hair. Strong arms locked around Law's neck, and Luffy heaved him forward in one quick motion.

"Shit," Law hissed as his stomach connected with the frame of Luffy's window. Laughter rang out in the dark of the car, and Luffy latched onto Law's shoulders to pull him forward. The older man grunted under his breath and scrambled through the window, long legs searching for purchase as he crashed into Luffy's front seat.

No sooner had he tumbled into the car did Luffy plant himself in his lap. The car rumbled in park around them, and Law was vaguely aware of the window being rolled back up. Luffy's knees dug into the seat on either side of Law's hips, and that devious grin flashed in the dark.

Luffy cackled like a madman. "That's more like it." The raven reached around for the base of the seat, and Law bit back a gasp as the seat snapped backwards and left him laying on his back with Luffy perched on his hips.

The younger man dipped downwards to capture Law's mouth once again. His greedy tongue thrusted forward, lapping like waves on a lake. Law could hardly catch his breath, and he felt himself succumbing to the will of this maniac faster and faster.

Luffy's hands cupped Law's face, and kisses rang out in the silence of the car. He hovered over the older's lap, not quite straddling him but keeping him pinned to the seat all the same. Law had half a mind to swap their positions, but Luffy was too insistent. His kiss was too commanding.

A hum rumbled from Luffy's chest and sent a buzz through Law's mind. He suddenly lowered himself down, his body relaxing over Law's and his weight dropping down on his waist. Law almost groaned when a hot pressure sank onto the half-hard friend in his pants, but just almost.

Things were moving fast, but there was no stopping Luffy now. He knew what he wanted to do and he did it. A pair of hands strayed from Law's hair to his chest and began to creep downwards. They roamed across his chest almost teasingly, feeling him up through his uniform.

Luffy's fingers slid down to his waist, where they untucked Law's shirt from his pants and dove underneath. Law gasped against Luffy's mouth when scalding hands palmed at his stomach and reached further under his shirt to grab at his pecks. Law could feel Luffy's smirk against his lips. He was enjoying this.

With a grumble on his lips, Law reached for Luffy's shoulders. Like hell he was going to sit back and let himself be–

"Ah!" Luffy swiftly whipped his hands out and grabbed onto Law's wrists. He grinned wolfishly down at him and held his hands hostage. "Nice try, but I think I like your hands up here."

He leaned over Law, breath ghosting across his lips as he pinned Law's arms down high over his head. Law glared up at him, his cheeks starting to tint with humiliation of the fact that he was attracted to this.

Luffy's gaze roamed over Law's face, lingering on his lips and glaring eyes. The chocolate of his eyes was entirely eaten up by pitch disks, and the look on his face was downright hungry. He blew on Law's lips, making the older man startle before he sat up and changed the grip he held on his wrists. Luffy took both of Law's arms hostage in one hand, and used the other to push his shirt up to his chin.

A surprised gasp rose past Law's lips against his will, and he squirmed uncomfortably as Luffy's eyes blazed trails of fire across his bare chest. A pink tongue covered Luffy's upper lip, and Law watched him trace the tattoos on his chest with his gaze. "You do have more," Luffy breathed as he shamelessly appreciated the art.

Law didn't know how many minutes passed with Luffy perched on his waist and eating him alive with his eyes, but the silence only seemed to make the tension between them coil. Law felt like an insect pinned to a board, and the longer Luffy stared at him the warmer his face became. Annoyed, he thrusted his hips upwards and made Luffy bounce on his lap.

Luffy's eyebrows turned up and he shivered.

That was– not the reaction he'd been expecting–

Luffy's eyes snapped to Law's, now darker than ever before. He huffed a laugh, then ground his ass against the bulge in Law's pants and made both of them squirm. Luffy watched Law's reactions like a hawk, one hand still splayed across the heart on his chest while the other tightened its grip on his captured wrists.

"You're the hottest person who's ever pulled me over," Luffy declared. Law felt his face turn dark red, much to his own mortification.

"Do you do this to every cop who tries to write you up?" Law panted through gritted teeth. He hated how undone he was. He also hated the bitterness that brewed in his chest at the prospect that Luffy did this on a regular basis, that he was nothing special.

Brown eyes twinkled knowingly, and Law broke eye contact. Luffy smiled. "You're a special case. You're also the only person who's ever pulled me over," he purred. Law cursed the way his heart jumped in his chest. He got the feeling that the idiot had been ignoring his sirens on purpose…

Luffy dipped over Law again, scooting backwards onto his thighs as he dragged his tongue from the dip of Law's throat to the underside of his chin. The older man's breath caught in his throat, fuck that was gross–

With a giggle that made his blood curdle, Luffy recaptured Law's lips. He responded embarrassingly fast, all too desperate to meet Luffy's tongue in the middle and taste that wild grin for himself. His hips jerked helplessly at empty air, making Luffy laugh at his expense.

"Calm down, beautiful," he said, his voice ragged.

Law growled, his face flaming. "Don't call me that," he snapped.

Luffy broke off from his lips and leaned in close, gaze jumping between Law's eyes with their noses smushed uncomfortably together. "Don't have such pretty eyes then," he accused, as if it was Law's fault that he'd seduced him into his car–

Law couldn't get another word in before Luffy's hand shot down his pants. He gasped, his back arching in surprise as Luffy's hand wrapped around his dick.

"Hey–" he managed, only for his words to break off when Luffy started awkwardly jerking him off in the tight confines of his slacks. Law tried not to react, he really did, but gritting his teeth did nothing to hold back the whine rising up his throat. Luffy giggled manically as he ripped his hand out of Law's pants almost as soon as he'd shoved it down there.

Law shuddered and tried to ignore how utterly humiliating this all was. What was he doing, allowing himself to be strung up in a criminal's car and played like a fiddle? This was ridiculous, he barely even knew this guy! What, was he so desperate for it that he'd bury his pride six feet under and let Luffy do whatever the fuck he wanted?

Luffy hunched over Law's waist and undid his belt buckle with unsettling ease. His cheeks were flushed and his brows furrowed in determination. Luffy unbuttoned Law's pants and yanked his zipper with quick fingers. He then pulled Law out of his pants with fingers that shook with desire, and yes, the answer to that question was, in fact, yes.

Law groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, this was too much. His hips jerked pitifully into Luffy's fist, drawing another laugh from those smiling lips.

"That's not very professional," Luffy snorted.

Law outright glared at him. "Fuck you."

Luffy glanced at Law through his bangs, sitting on his thighs with a dick in his hands and a betraying tent in his shorts. "That's the idea," he agreed with a lopsided smirk that sent Law's heart stumbling down a flight of stairs. Fuck, he was a lost cause.

He gave Law's dick a playful squeeze, before dropping it to rest on his stomach and reaching for his center console. Law watched Luffy leisurely open the compartment and root around inside, before locating his prize and yanking a crumpled bottle from within. He shut the compartment with his elbow and then grinned down at Law.

"Gotta keep it in your car too, right?" he snickered, before tossing a bottle of strawberry flavored lube to rest on Law's chest. His face burned. If the police chief knew what he was doing right now–

Luffy rose up on his knees and awkwardly shimmied his shorts around his thighs one handed. His fingers flexed around Law's wrists as he worked, and he didn't seem like he was going to be letting go any time soon.

Law watched in confusion as Luffy reached between his own legs, and then– and then–

Luffy bit his lip and screwed his eyes shut tight, and Law watched in utter shock as he worked an entire butt plug out of his ass and tossed it into the passenger seat.

What. The fuck.

Luffy sighed and sat back onto Law's thighs with a shudder. "Shit," he panted. Law was finding it very difficult to ignore the wet spot forming on his pants where Luffy sat. Law gawked at him.

"That– that was–" his voice was embarrassingly high pitched. "Why were you driving with that?!"

Luffy laughed and looked more sheepish than embarrassed, which was astonishing. He scratched the back of his head, "Felt like it. People do that."

Law sputtered. He couldn't decide how he felt about this development. "No, no they don't–"

He was silenced by a finger smooshed against his lips. Luffy had a lot of audacity to look so unfairly confident in himself after what he'd just done. "Oh shut up," he snorted. "This will make your life easier."

So that entire time. Luffy had been sitting on that damn thing. With a straight face? He had to have been feeling, feeling something, not that Law had any experience with… with…

God dammit.

Law wouldn't be surprised if his face was giving off light, given how hot it felt. "You're insane."

Luffy barked a laugh. "I get that a lot!" He rocked forward on Law's thighs with half lidded eyes. Luffy's fingers met Law's, and he slowly drew them higher above his head, leading them to the headrest of the driver's seat. "Hold on for me?" Luffy asked, though it was more of a command.

Law's mind must have melted out of his ears by now, because he listened and gripped the headrest.

Luffy hummed his praise and pressed a slow kiss to Law's lips, both hands roaming across his chest and pushing his shirt back up to his chin. He then reached for the bottle of lube. The lid snapped open, and Law's breath hitched in his throat. Luffy pressed one last kiss to Law's mouth, before sitting up with a wicked grin and retreating further downwards. Law didn't dare watch.

Eyes squeezed shut, Law tried to ignore Luffy's ragged breathing and the squelch of his hands. A cold and wet fist wrapped around his aching dick, and Law sucked in a breath. A whine forced its way up his throat as Luffy slicked him up with slow, painfully tight passes of his hand.

Then Luffy's touch vanished, and everything was silent. Law stared into the backs of his eyelids and listened to the pounding of his heart in his chest. He saw nothing but Luffy in his mind's eye, and he found himself admitting that the guy was painfully attractive.

This newfound realization didn't help his case.

Law winced when Luffy's fingers found his cock again, lining himself up. It took everything in him not to cry out when Luffy pressed against his tip, and then sank down. Slowly, so painfully slowly. He dug his fingers into the headrest and ground his teeth until his jaw ached, it was near impossible to keep still.

Luffy's body was hot, impossibly hot inside. The contact was easy, he slid inside with no resistance whatsoever. Law almost sobbed when a choked sound erupted from where Luffy perched on top of him. The seconds seemed to drag, and Law's mind was numb with sensation.

After what felt like hours, Luffy sat fully down on Law's waist. He was heavy. Law shuddered. Luffy took a deep breath, then slowly let it out as he relaxed on Law's dick. His composure was downright illegal. Law could hardly keep his soul reeled inside his body where it belonged.

Luffy huffed a laugh. His voice was tight and strangled, and that turned Law on more than he was willing to admit. "Open your eyes, Law," Luffy chuckled shakily. That voice was down right sultry, and hearing his name spill from those devilish lips was going to be Law's undoing.

Once again, he found himself at Luffy's beck and call.

He snapped his eyes open with a gasp, and then immediately regretted it. This was impossible. There Luffy was, sitting fully on his dick with his shoulders hunched to his ears and his eyes dark with desire. His knees were spread, his legs propped at either side of Law's waist.

"Holy…" Law couldn't properly formulate the rest of the thought.

Luffy choked a laugh, making his body jerk. Law gasped and tried not to pass out. It was too good. Luffy looked too good with his face splattered in red and skewered on Law's dick, when had this ever been a bad idea?

Looking drunk with pleasure, Luffy tilted his head back and rocked on Law's lap. He was so tight and impossibly hot, Law felt like he'd been swallowed whole. His arms flexed as he gripped the seat, the headrest creaking under his grip. It was so unfair. Luffy was right there, looking so pretty and wrecked, but Law wasn't allowed to touch. The test on his restraint almost made it better.

"Okay," Luffy whispered, seeming to have gotten used to the sensation of Law filling him up. He leaned back on his hands, then bit his lip and lifted his hips up. The two of them hissed in unison, then struggled to stay silent as Luffy slammed himself back down. He did it again. Then again. Then he did it faster, and set a pace that set Law into a tizzy.

Law bit his lip and forced himself to stay silent. Or at least he tried to, and failed spectacularly. He couldn't keep himself quiet. His reactions bubbled up his throat and breached the air of the car. Luffy, on the other hand, was dead silent. For such a talkative mother fucker it was almost unsettling.

His face was strewn tight with focus, his eyes were trained on Law's toned chest as he fucked himself on Law's cock. Veins popped in his arms as he held himself up, his hair bouncing against his brow as he worked himself at a steady pace. He looked so…

Fuck.

"Come on," Law panted. He earned Luffy's attention, those dark eyes snapping to him and pinning him with a fire that could eat him alive. Law grinned, and looked Luffy dead in the eye as he thrust his hips up to meet him on his next fall.

Luffy grunted, and Law ate his expression up. He rutted upwards into Luffy, pushing him to go harder. The bastard gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, his face screwing up as Law reached deeper inside him with every thrust.

Right when Law thought he'd be able to get away with flipping Luffy onto his back, those eyes snapped open. Luffy growled and jerked forward, making Law gasp. His hands slammed down on Law's shoulders, and Luffy leaned in close. He bounced on Law's lap, landing hard enough to make Law's legs begin to ache and bruise.

Those eyes were wild. Luffy rode him mercilessly with a grin pulling at his lips. Law groaned and dug his head into the seat beneath him, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Luffy's nails bit as they tightened around his shoulders and broke the skin. The entire car rocked along with them and it was vile.

Law's stomach began to tighten, and he found himself jerking helplessly upwards. He couldn't keep himself quiet any longer, he sobbed and gasped and wouldn't have been able to hide his pleasure from Luffy if he tried.

Luffy watched as he began to come apart at the seams, and fucked himself harder as if he knew. As if he could see it in Law's eyes.

"You're so… beautiful, you know?" Luffy gasped. Sweat dripped from his brow to splatter across Law's cheeks. He couldn't help but moan.

Pinned down and caught in a gaze of molten chocolate, Law couldn't help but think… He's got nice eyes.

Luffy dropped his full body weight onto Law's waist, and that's when he lost it. Law came with a choked cry, his back arching as he painted Luffy's insides. The man above him laughed victoriously, and fucked Law through his orgasm until he fell limp as a ragdoll. But Luffy didn't stop.

He picked up the pace, trying to catch up with Law now that he'd beat him to the finish line. Law whimpered as Luffy used his wasted dick. He was dizzy with overstimulation, his own cum starting to leak from Luffy to splatter his stomach and legs. Luffy leaned his forehead against Law's and fucked himself frantically, his face beginning to screw up and a trail of drool dropping from his lips to land across Law's.

Luffy came right when Law thought he couldn't take it any longer. With an impressive groan and hot spurts splattering the space between them, Law had never seen a man look so beautiful.

Utterly wasted, Luffy dropped to a stop on Law's dick, making both of them wince in pain through the afterglow that hung in Luffy's car. With an unapologetic laugh, Luffy picked himself up and released Law's spent cock. He then flopped over the center console to collapse into the passenger seat.

Law laid on his back and stared wide eyed at the roof of Luffy's car. His veins were still thrumming, every single nerve ending was on fire. He'd never…

That was both the stupidest and hottest thing he'd ever done in his life.

Luffy broke down into giggles where sat beside Law. A waiting hand flopped over Law's armrest, and he placed his own into Luffy's without thinking much of it. Luffy laced their fingers together and squeezed his hand tight. It felt… oddly… right.

"You're a terrible cop," Luffy snorted, still laughing like a madman.

"Fuck… you," Law panted.

"Again?"

Law groaned and slapped his free hand across his face. He'd never blushed consecutively for so long before in his life. "Hell no."

Luffy's laughter bubbled up between them, and Law couldn't help but like it.

Law stood outside Luffy's car door. His uniform was rumbled and sticky with a mixture that he didn't want to dwell over. He ran his hand through his disheveled hair before tugging his cap back onto his head.

Luffy was leaning halfway out his window with a stupid grin on his face. He hadn't stopped looking at Law like… like that, ever since… well, since he'd fucked him.

"Just how fast were you driving?" Law sighed heavily, unable to meet Luffy's gaze for too long.

"Forty-five," Luffy said with a wicked grin.

Law pinched the bridge of his nose. His face was still red. "F– false alarm then," he mumbled.

Luffy cackled. Law would have turned on his heel to return to the station in shame, but Luffy's hand snaked from his car window to grab his hand. His skin tingled where their fingers laced together.

Shit.

Law summoned his courage and glanced back at Luffy.

The soft smile on his face made him melt a little inside.

"Coffee? Tomorrow?" Luffy suggested.

Law didn't know why he pretended to consider.

"...Yeah."