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Tap… tap, tap, tap, tap… tap, tap, tap, tap… tap…

The most pathetic, useless box fan sits in the motel window quietly screeching with effort as it blows hot air into the room and makes the cheap, plastic vertical blinds clap together.

Tap… tap, tap, tap, tap… tap, tap, tap, tap… tap…

It’s after 10 PM and the temperature gage in the room is still reading at 97°F, the new Pirate King, and his loyal Strategist, are sharing the room for the night. The shabby motel had only one vacancy. A cramped closet of a room with one twin sized murphy bed.

Its not a dingy hotel, it’s cheap, but acceptable. Law would never allow them to stay somewhere filthy, there have been plenty of times on their journey where they failed to find a suitable place to stay indoors, so opted to sleep outside under the stars.

The room has wooden floors and beige, floral printed wallpaper. It’s narrow. From the entry, there is mat for their shoes a little desk with a stool beneath, the bed, and some built in cabinets for spare linens, and their luggage. The room is clean, and smells of fresh linen and a kind of citrus scented cleaner used in their tiny, attached bathroom… it has no shower. Just a sink and toilet. A communal bath is available down the hall.

Luffy was able to fall asleep right away. He fell flat on the mattress as soon as it was pulled down. Law ventured down to the communal bath to shower off the day’s grime and returned fresh, and in pajamas. Joggers and a tank top in this heat didn’t last long. Long enough to get him back to the room before he shed the joggers and climbed into bed.

Law and Luffy have been on what they call a wandering adventure, while the rest of their crew and friends were on their own separate adventures to reunite with friends, family and reconnect now that they made it to the end of the grandline and Luffy finally claimed that title he’s been chasing.

It was a time of peace… and with peace, came boredom and time. Law and Luffy had an equal share of too much time on their hands, and after some talking, discovered that Law likes to aimlessly wander as his form of adventure, and Luffy was all too excited to suggest that’s what they do.

“Let’s do it, Traffy!! We’ll go on an adventure your way and see where it takes us! IT SOUNDS LIKE SO MUCH FUNNNN!!!”

And Law really had no reason to refuse him, so he said, “Okay.”

Now, they are there months in, and it really has been a lot of fun… at least when the weather doesn’t dip into the extremes or unusual. The heat they sometimes run into is about the only serious complaint Law has about their adventure. He even doesn’t mind the trouble Luffy gets them into, it’s entertaining… and Law has gotten the both of them into his own fair share of the trouble, if he’s being honest.

Luffy had gotten up right after Law returned, panting and uncomfortably sweaty and overheated. He had whined at Law about the temperature, who suggested a cold shower, and Luffy took him up on the advice, though, on Luffy’s way back, he had just a towel around his waist and his sandals on. He discarded his dirty clothes on the floor and flopped into bed, as is.

They both toss and turn from the heat, the uncomfortable and small bed soon had most of the bedding discarded to the floor aside from a couple of pillows and the sheets. Somewhere along the way, Luffy lost his towel, and Law sat up moaning about the miserable heat and peeled off his tank top to toss overboard to the floor’s growing heap.

Tap… tap, tap, tap, tap… tap, tap, tap, tap… tap…

The box fan rattles in the window, pushing around soupy air that makes the  plastic blinds flutter in lazy, uneven bursts.

The sheets are already damp from the slow accumulation of sweat seeping in through the night. Law can feel where the fabric clings to his hip and lower back every time he rolls. Rolling doesn’t help. The springs groan under even the smallest shift, like the bed itself is exhausted.

Luffy radiates heat like a furnace. The human embodiment of everything Law hates about this weather. Even with most of the bedding kicked to the floor, Luffy’s skin is a constant, warm press in the narrow space between them. Every accidental brush of his arm or knee seems to glue itself there, sticky with sweat.

Every so often, one of them flips a pillow over to the cooler side, only to find it warms up again within minutes. The relief never lasts.

Sleep comes in scraps — short, shallow dips that never reach anything restful. Law will let his eyes shut, let the noise of the blinds fade into background hum, and then some twitch from Luffy, or the sharp squeal of a bed spring, jerks him right back up to the surface. Luffy, for his part, seems to drift the same way — a groggy sigh, a restless turn, a mumble that disappears into the pillow.

The fan keeps up its lazy, useless struggle.

Tap… tap, tap, tap… tap… tap… tap…

…

Sometime around three, the air shifts. Not cool, exactly, but bearable. The fan’s endless drone feels less like mockery now that it’s pushing something closer to relief through the room. The heat has eased just enough that both of them finally sink into something deeper than the shallow half-dreams of earlier.

The bed is still stripped bare, just the fitted sheet stretched tight beneath them. No blankets. No top sheet. Luffy lies sprawled on his stomach, arm dangling over the side. Law’s on his side, back turned toward him, one arm tucked under his pillow. Their breathing has synced into the slow, unthinking rhythm of real sleep.

At some point, Luffy stirs. A sluggish roll onto his side, searching blindly for something solid to press against. Without thought, without even opening his eyes, he shuffles forward until his chest is flush with Law’s back. The fit is automatic — like the space between them was made to be filled. His nose bumps the nape of Law’s neck, and he breathes in. Law’s scent, that fresh note of his soaps and aftershave, pine and mint, mingling with that natural musk bleeding through from all the sweating. Luffy smiles against his skin.

“Mmm… meat…” he mumbles, voice heavy and slurred in his sleep. The thought must follow instinct, because his teeth press lightly into the skin just below Law’s hairline. Not a bite— just a lazy, curious nibble.

Law jolts at the contact, a small, involuntary twitch that ripples through his shoulders, but it’s not enough to drag him all the way to waking. The jolt fades into stillness, his body easing back into the pull of sleep even as Luffy’s mouth lingers for one more soft graze before he relaxes again.

The fan hums on, steady now. Outside, the night is quiet.

Luffy shifts again, nose brushing once more at the curve where Law’s neck meets shoulder. The faint, sleep-muddled hum he makes turns into something more purposeful, his lips part, sealing over that same spot, and he starts to suckle. Slow. Unhurried. A rhythm that’s not meant to wake, only to taste.

In Law’s dreams, the sensation trickles in like heat through a crack in the wall. It doesn’t belong in the nonsense fragments his mind had been tossing around with snippets of wandering roads, mismatched voices, the meaningless shuffle of pointless dreams, but it roots itself there anyway.

That warm pull at his skin blooms into something else entirely. He can’t see. There’s no clear image, no solid setting. Just feeling. Hands— too many to count— sliding over him in broad, claiming sweeps. Mouth after mouth pressing dozens of slow, lingering kisses into the side of his neck, down to his shoulder, back up again. A cocoon of heat around him, pressing, holding, stroking.

It’s good. Good enough that it draws a low, quiet sound from his throat in his sleep. His body arches subtly toward it, wanting more. That unseen pressure at his back— firm, warm, unyielding— makes him rock his hips back in invitation. Not calculated, not even conscious, just instinct answering instinct.

In the waking world, the movement is just as real. Law shifts against Luffy, a lazy roll of his hips that drags along the warmth pressed so solidly against him. Luffy breathes out a soft laugh through his nose, still not fully awake, his mouth never quite leaving Law’s neck as he keeps suckling, slow and content.

At some point in that tangle of breath and warmth, Luffy’s body starts responding on its own. Not from a dream of sex— just from chasing sensation, body always on auto pilot, like the way he can eat in his sleep when he needs to. The lazy grind of his hips against Law’s back gains weight the more Law’s ass entices him, his half-hard length stiffening until it’s pressed firm between Law’s cheeks. No fabric in the way on his end, just heat and skin, the thin barrier of Law’s underwear taking the brunt.

In Law’s dream, the shift hits like a shockwave. The hands and mouths that have been lavishing his neck, shoulders, chest— they don’t go where he needs them. They linger everywhere but the ache blooming low and deep inside him. They tease the edges of that hunger, making it sharper, needier. He feels empty. Starving for something he can’t name, except he knows it would fill him, stretch him, make the heat unbearable in the best possible way.

The teasing gets crueler— soft fingertips brushing his lips, shaping them, ghosting over the curve before pulling away. He parts his mouth, aching for them, wanting them down his throat, and instead they just skim the surface again, again, again. It brings a frustrated, helpless sound from him. In the dream, he weeps at the denial, he has no voice. His dream is completely silent. Void of thoughts, of sound. The only thing he can process is sensation. His hips rutting in shallow, restless pushes that never go deeper. The pressure never changes, never gives him what he’s begging for without words.

It’s suffocating in the sweetest, most maddening way. His body feels wrapped—no, bound— by something unseen, holding him just far enough away from what he wants. He can feel that if it weren’t there, they’d slide into him, fill the ache, quiet that desperate clench in his gut.

In the waking world, that frustration bleeds through. Law shifts, fumbling at his own waist. His fingers hook in the band of his underwear and shove them down, just far enough to bunch at the cleft of his ass. It’s messy, annoyed, not thought out, but it’s enough. Enough that Luffy’s heat is against bare skin now, the barrier gone.

The movement between doesn’t take long to get slick and messy. Luffy’s cock, bare and pressed between Law’s cheeks, is leaking now, considerably more than your average man. Precum smears over heated skin every time either of them shifts, making it slick enough that the glide is easier. The bed’s old springs creak louder with each push— a groaning protest that marks how often Law is rocking his hips back. It’s clumsy, uncoordinated, the kind of movement that comes from sleep rather than thought, but there’s intent in it.

Law’s still lost in his dream, whimpering into the pillow. His hips keep pushing back because in the dream he’s silently begging to be filled. Not just touched, but claimed completely. The ache in him is severe— to be wanted, to be loved, to be made whole— and it burns through him in a greedy, visceral way. He wants more, all of it, everything.

Luffy shifts just right, his cockhead lining up against Law’s entrance. The slick precum helps it catch and press forward, and Law’s steady push back does the rest. There’s a sudden slip — the blunt head pops past the tight ring of muscle, pushing into him.

Law’s body squeezes down on him instantly, the stretch sharp and stinging. For Luffy, it’s like plunging into something hotter, tighter, and more alive than anything he’s felt before. His cock throbs from the shock of sensation, his hips giving a faint, instinctive jerk forward before stilling.

The jolt half-wakes them both.

Law’s eyes blink open, heavy with exhaustion, stinging from how dry they feel. The room is dark, painted in stripes of orange from the streetlights bleeding through the fluttering blinds. Was it a sound that woke him? The fan? The bed? He can’t place it. His eyelids fall shut again almost immediately.

There’s weight around his waist— Luffy, curled up against his back. That’s normal. Familiar. He’s used to Luffy clinging to him at night. He doesn’t mind, in fact, it’s comfortable, it feels safe. His breathing evens out as sleep starts to pull him under again.

On Luffy’s side, his eyes open to see the back of Law’s head. His gaze drifts to the heart tattoo on Law’s shoulder, then to the scar cutting through it. He’s flushed all over, but he went to sleep hot, so it feels normal. The heat is annoying, sure, but cuddling makes it worth it. Especially with Law.  most of his friends don’t let him hold them like this, but Law does. And Luffy does too.

He hikes a leg over Law’s hip, his cock still buried shallowly inside without him really thinking about it. His arms cinch tighter around Law, drawing him closer until there’s no space left between them. He noses into Law’s hair and breathes him in, the warm, pleasant feeling in his gut getting dismissed as just heat and comfort.

Within moments, he’s drifting back to sleep… and that’s all they do. Sleep. No dreams now, no restless shifting. Just the quiet, heavy pull of deep rest.

When Luffy shifts forward in his sleep, it’s enough to seat him root-deep inside Law. The movement is unthinking, slow, a lazy nudge that pushes past the half-in, half-out drift he’d been in before and leaves him buried all the way. Law doesn’t stir. His body simply accepts the intrusion, the muscles loose and pliant from unconscious relaxation. They stay like that.

Thirty minutes pass. Law’s earlier wet dream is gone, replaced by stillness. His breathing is slow and even, body slack in Luffy’s hold. Luffy snores softly into the back of his neck, the occasional warm puff of air tickling the fine hairs there. Neither of them moves.

By the forty-minute mark, Luffy is still hard enough to stay inside, and Law’s body has adapted around him, warm, soft, molded to his shape. It’s the most relaxed Law’s ever been in his life, though he hasn’t the faintest clue. If anyone were to walk in now, they’d see his face slack with sleep, a faint, unconscious smile at the corner of his lips, his whole body wrapped securely in Luffy’s arms and legs like he’s being kept safe on all sides.

Forty-five minutes in, something stirs Luffy. He frowns in his sleep, brows drawing tight. The feeling is faint but persistent— something irritating. Not painful. Not enough to wake him fully. Just… distracting.

His eyes crack open, red from sleep. He scans the dim room, the stripes of orange streetlight cutting in through the fluttering blinds. Nothing is out of place. He groans low in his throat, eyes falling shut again as the weight of sleep drags him back.

By the one-hour mark, nothing has changed— except that for an entire hour, his cock has been inside Law without either of them realizing. The fan hums on in the window. The bed creaks softly now and then as one of them breathes deeper. Outside, the street stays quiet. Inside, they sleep on, wrapped in each other.

An hour and six minutes in, Luffy shifts in his sleep. It’s the kind of movement meant to roll him onto his back, but the moment he starts to move, there’s resistance— a tight, warm pull around his cock. It drags along the inside of Law’s body, slow and deliberate just from that small shift, and it stops him cold.

His eyes don’t open. He’s not awake, not asleep, caught somewhere in between. What was that? It felt… good. Mh… want that again. Where was it?

He pushes his hips forward a little, just enough to test it. Heat wraps around him, gripping in a way that makes his breath hitch even in his half-conscious haze. That is good...

Curiosity takes over before thought does. He tries it again, and again— small, lazy pumps of his hips, experimenting with the pressure, with the drag. It’s so slow it barely disturbs the bed, each push just enough to feel that silky squeeze and the faint, wet slide inside from all his precum lubing up Law’s insides. He doesn’t know it could feel better than this. He’s just soaking in whatever this feeling is, his mind floating in warm fog.

On Law’s side, the movement drags him toward consciousness. But instead of waking clear-headed, he comes up in a haze of delirious arousal. His body’s thrumming, every nerve tuned to pleasure. There’s no thought, no analysis, no memory— just sensation.

His fingers curl into the fitted sheet, twisting the fabric tight as his hips start moving back. It’s automatic, his body chasing that deep, filling pressure without questioning it. Every time he pushes back, he takes Luffy deeper, stretching and gripping around him, drawing out a low, rough sound from his own throat as the feeling blooms hotter.

They move together in that half-conscious rhythm— slow, clumsy, but perfectly matched, lost in the pull of the moment without either of them fully realizing what’s happening.

The slow, experimental movement between them grows faster. Luffy’s hips begin to push a little harder, chasing the pleasure, and Law’s delirious, half-awake rocking amplifies it. The sensation feeds both of them— Law’s body responding draws Luffy deeper, makes him move faster, and the friction and heat mount. Their motions synchronize without thought, accelerating into a rhythm neither fully controls.

Then, with a sudden clarity, they’re both fully awake.

It takes a heartbeat for the realization to strike. Luffy freezes, panic making his body tense. He lets out a startled sound, lifts his leg off Law’s hip, and completely releases him. One hand goes up, fingers splayed, like he’s just been burned. His gaze drops immediately to where they’re still connected. Shock pins him there, frozen.

Law props himself awkwardly on one elbow, twisting to glance over his shoulder. His face is a mixture of disbelief and something hotter than the summer air around them. He takes in the same sight as Luffy and pauses, unable to speak.

For a moment, they stare at each other— the heat of the room nothing compared to the sudden, raw heat between them. Neither moves, and neither speaks.

Then their eyes drift upward, and they meet. That single connection sparks a reaction. Luffy jerks backward abruptly, pulling out. The sudden movement produces a mortifying pop sound.

Both of them sit upright, frozen, hearts racing, lungs working too fast. The room feels heavier, hotter, the air thick despite the cooler temperature outside the bed.

Luffy is the first to break the silence, panting, frantic. “I… I woke up like that! In… I—I don’t… I don’t know how it happened! Traffy, were you messing with me in my sleep!?”

Law scowls at him, still trying to process, voice tight. “I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

The room hangs between them, charged, uncomfortable, and unbearably hot.

After a few moments of staring at each other, hearts hammering and breaths uneven, a quiet understanding settles between them. It was an accident. They were both asleep, neither had any intent. They trust each other enough to believe it— enough to know that neither of them would do something like that deliberately while the other was asleep. The panic softens into relief, though the flush of embarrassment burns hotter than the room ever could.

“So it was…?” Law starts.

Luffy finishes, “An accident.”

They both agree without a word, and the silent thickens the air between them.

Law’s cheeks are bright red as he finally croaks, voice trembling slightly. “Luffy… why are you… naked in bed?”

Luffy shrugs, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips, his own flush matching Law’s. “It was too hot to wear clothes after my shower. I had on a towel but… I guess it got lost.” he admits, voice quiet. Then, fumbling a bit, he grabs a sheet from the floor and drapes it over both of them. Not because they’re cold, but because it helps cover up the shame somehow. It feels… better.

“I’m sorry,” Luffy murmurs.

Law’s voice is quieter, steadier, though still tinged with heat. “It’s okay. Just… get some sleep.”

They lay back down, side by side but on their backs staring at the ceiling. Wide-eyed, flushed, bodies still buzzing with the memory of what just happened.

The air is heavy. Their hips press against the sheets, both painfully aware of how hard they still are beneath the covers. Luffy’s trying too hard not to move, resisting the desperate urge to shift his hips. His cock aches, angry and wet. Law’s hole is soft and loose, squeezing faintly around the empty space, still aware of what had filled it only moments before.

Neither speaks. Neither moves. They want to continue, badly, but the accident and the unspoken rules of their friendship keep them frozen. Minutes stretch into what feels like hours. The ceiling becomes a landscape of orange-and-beige stripes from the streetlights through the blinds. Breathing slows but the desire remains, raw and insistent beneath their skin.

Both of them lie there, trying to be quiet beneath the covers. Each assumes the other has fallen asleep, and each is wrong. The heat of the night, the memory of what had just happened, the ache of need beneath the sheets— it presses at them relentlessly.

Luffy grips himself first, fingers wrapping around his cock, squeezing just enough to calm the throbbing ache without making a sound. He doesn’t trust himself to stroke, not with Law so close. The slick warmth between his fingers is a tiny relief, but it only makes the rest of him burn more, hips twitching against the sheets.

Law is slower, more deliberate. He plants his feet on the bed and gradually slides them up toward his body, careful, silent. One knee drops apart, giving himself access without accidentally brushing against Luffy. His hand drifts under the thin sheet, fingers slipping inside him just enough to soothe the ache, scratch the itch that’s been growing since the accidental intrusion. The movement is slow, experimental, and meticulous— just enough to ease the heat but not call attention to itself.

Their breathing is quiet but uneven, bodies tense and aware. Every shift, every tug, every tiny drag of skin against skin could betray them. Yet they continue, wrapped up in the sheets, each thinking they’re alone in their desire.

The ceiling above them remains a slow-moving canvas of orange and beige stripes from the streetlights, unnoticed as minutes stretch into what feels like hours. Their muscles loosen only slightly, hips rocking just enough to chase the relief, fingers adjusting, dragging, pressing. The desire hums between them, raw and insistent, a silent pulse neither can ignore.

Every subtle shift brings them closer, yet keeps them apart, each trapped in the quiet tension of shared heat and the unspoken need neither can fully admit.

Law realizes first that he isn’t alone in his lust. Luffy isn’t subtle, not at all. The little squeezes and shifts of his hips, the slick warmth seeping through the sheet, and the way his elbow nudges against Law’s bicep with each motion— it’s all too obvious.

God… he’s jerking off right here next to me, Law thinks, heat pooling in his chest and stomach. He can hear how wet Luffy is, the slick, soft sounds that make his own body tremble. He’s horny from being inside me.

Without thinking, without planning, Law slides another finger inside himself. The first one isn’t enough. Then a third. His mouth drops open at the sheer scandal of it, the erotic impossibility of the situation.

Argh… not the same… Luffy is so damn thick. FUCK I shouldn’t know that. I should NOT know how thick his dick is!! What the hell am I doing here with my fingers in my ass anyway?!

It’s absurd, Law has never been anyone’s bottom before. He rarely even masturbates with anything inside him, and now all he can think about is Luffy, the way his dick felt earlier, the warmth, the wetness, that damn stretch. He wants him inside this badly that it makes his head spin.

The small, cheap bed does no favors for privacy. Every movement presses them together, amplifying the sensation. Law hears Luffy’s soft, needy breathing and the slick sounds of his own cock, and he can’t take it. Impulsively, he sits upright.

Luffy jolts at the movement, freezes, then immediately squeezes his eyes shut and presses into the sheet, pretending to be innocently asleep.

Law acts without thinking. Reckless, hungry. He yanks his underwear off completely, letting them fall somewhere to get lost on the bed. Then he rolls on top of Luffy, straddling his waist. He keeps the sheets pulled up around them, like hiding it beneath the covers will somehow make it less real.

His face buries itself into Luffy’s neck, skin burning against skin already hot from the night. He adjusts his hips, grinding and shifting until he feels the head of Luffy’s cock nudging at his hole.

Luffy’s hands find his narrow waist then, clutching. His breaths are as hard and fast as Law’s own, little gasps caught in the quiet, heavy air of the room. They’re both aware, both alive with it. Luffy’s hands start exploring without hesitation. One drifts down, slipping along Law’s side before settling on his ass, fingers pressing and groping one cheek. The other hand slides further down, wrapping around the base of his own cock. He nudges the slick head against Law’s opening, pressing just enough to tease, to invite without a word.

Law feels the heat of Luffy's palm against him, the way those calloused fingers knead into the muscle there. The touch sends a jolt through his entire body—electric, demanding. He rocks his hips down, pressing against the blunt head of Luffy's cock, and the slick contact makes him shudder.

"Traffy..." Luffy's voice is barely a whisper, rough with want.

The sound of his name like that—breathless, needy—makes Law's resolve crumble completely. He pushes down slowly, taking just the head inside, and the stretch doesn’t hurt at all. His mind may be unaware, but his body still remembers the shape of Luffy from keeping him warm for so long. All that precum inside makes the glide so slick. Law feels like a fucked out whore taking cock so easily like this, even though Luffy is his first.

Luffy's free hand slides up Law's spine, fingers tracing the ridge of vertebrae with surprising gentleness. The touch makes Law arch, pushing himself down further, taking more. The stretch burns in the best way—familiar now, like his body was made for this.

"Shit," Law breathes against Luffy's collarbone, tasting salt and heat. His thighs tremble from holding himself up, from controlling the pace when all he wants is to slam down and take everything at once.

Luffy's grip on his ass tightens, thumb pressing into the dimple just above his tailbone. "Mhh… you feel so good, Traffy. So tight and hot and, nghh—"

The words cut off in a groan as Law sinks down another inch. The sensation floods through him, white-hot and overwhelming. He can feel every ridge, every vein, the way Luffy's cock throbs against his insides.

Luffy keeps babbling, making Law’s ears burn and his stomach hot with his honesty, “—I never thought an ass could feel so good— hhnn— Traffy— my dick is inside you, that’s crazy… I thought you were mad at me—mhh—fhh— mad at me earlier, but you climbed on me, just as hot as me, and you sat on it. Do you like it? Does my dick feel good in your ass?”

Law's face burns at the raw honesty pouring from Luffy's mouth. The words hit him like physical touches, making his cock twitch where it's trapped between their bodies. He's never heard anyone talk like this during sex—so open, so fucking direct about what they're doing.

"Shut up," he gasps, but there's no real bite to it. His voice comes out strangled, desperate. The way Luffy says, my dick is inside you, makes something clench deep in his gut, makes him want to grind down harder just to feel more of that thick length splitting him open.

But Luffy doesn't shut up. Of course he doesn't, "I can feel you squeezing me," Luffy continues, his voice getting rougher, more breathless. "Every time I talk, you get tighter. Do you like hearing about it? Mmmhh…” Luffy plants his feet on the bed and starts moving to meet Law’s slow pace. The plap, plap, plap, of wet skin hitting skin is a little more noticeable, and both of them burn as it makes what they’re doing all the more real.

Luffy’s hands won’t stay still, they’re all over Law, especially his thighs, ass and hips. They pay special focus to the dip of Law’s waist and his stomach— to Law’s surprise, he can feel Luffy’s cock throbbing more while he’s doing this.

“Hmhh, Law… you’re so small… such a tall guy, but so tiny,”

Law doesn’t take kindly to that and bites Luffy’s cheek. When he releases and the skin snaps back with a red ring he argues, “You’re the tiny one.”

Luffy grins, eyelids low, and the both of them have stopped their slow movements; both of them are very aware of each other, of being squeezed and being filled.

Luffy lets go of Law to flex his biceps, “Heheh! I got more muscle!”

Law’s face burns a little hotter at that charming smile and cute giggle. It’s not enough to make Law cave on an argument, “I weigh more,”

“Nu-uh,” Luffy argues.

“You weigh 141 pounds, I weigh 150.” Law counters, matter-of-factly, with a twinge of smugness.

Luffy crosses his arms and turns his head, clearly sore about losing. He blows a raspberry, “Pfft— big deal. I can gain 9 pounds— no 10!”

Law cups his adorably pouty face to make Luffy meet his eyes again, and Luffy chooses that moment to add another point to his own case, “I can just go into 5th gear and make myself HUGE. So big you’d fit in my hand. SO… you are the tiny one, not me.

Law snickers, “Oh yeah..?” He leans in, grinning, that devilishly handsome, arrogant smile of his, “Wanna go get a measuring stick…? Or would you rather keep fucking?” 

Luffy's pout melts into that wide, infectious grin that always makes Law's chest do something stupid. "Keep fucking," he says without hesitation, hands sliding back to Law's hips with renewed enthusiasm.

The directness of it hits Law like a physical blow. No hesitation, no embarrassment—just pure, honest want. It's so fucking Luffy that Law can't help the breathless laugh that escapes him.

"Good choice," Law murmurs, and starts moving again.

This time he doesn't hold back. He doesn’t care that the sheet falls away. He lifts himself up until just the head remains inside, then drops down hard, taking all of Luffy in one smooth motion. The sudden fullness punches a broken sound from his throat, his back arching as pleasure shoots up his spine.

Luffy's fingers dig into his hips, probably leaving marks. "Fuck, Traffy—"

Law giggles breathlessly, delighted with how he’s made Luffy lose his composure so fast. Seeing that look on Luffy’s face, how his eyes fluttered and rolled back, it has Law’s cock aching and his head feeling light with want and a perverse kind of power, “You’re a virgin, aren’t you, Luffy..? I wonder how fast I can make you cum.”

Luffy's face goes bright red at the question, his grip on Law's hips tightening reflexively. The way he looks up at Law—eyes wide, pupils blown with desire but tinged with something vulnerable—tells Law everything he needs to know before Luffy even opens his mouth.

"I... yeah," Luffy admits, voice rough. "But I'm not gonna be fast! I can last!" The protest comes out more breathless than defiant, especially when Law deliberately clenches around him, drawing a strangled noise from Luffy's throat.

Law feels a dark thrill at the admission, at the way Luffy's cock throbs inside him when he's embarrassed. There's something intoxicating about being someone's first, about the way Luffy looks at him like he's discovered something incredible. Law's never felt this kind of power before—sexual, commanding, but also tender.

Law reaches forward to pat the top of Luffy’s head and coos, “It’s okay if you cum fast, puppy,”

The pet name hits Luffy like a physical blow. His entire body goes rigid beneath Law, cock twitching hard inside him as his face flames even redder. Law can feel the reaction, the way Luffy's breathing hitches and his hands tremble against Law's skin.

"Don't—" Luffy starts to protest, but his voice cracks on the word. The nickname does something to him that he clearly wasn't expecting, something that makes his hips jerk up involuntarily, driving himself deeper.

Law grins wickedly, filing that reaction away for later use. He starts moving again, rolling his hips in slow, deliberate circles that make Luffy's eyes roll back. The stretch and drag feels incredible, like his body was designed specifically for this, for taking Luffy apart piece by piece.

"What's wrong?" Law purrs, leaning back, bracing his hands on the mattress, putting himself shamelessly on display as he rolls his hips while looking down his nose through half-lidded eyes at Luffy— who now can’t speak.

“Speak, boy,” he commands playfully, chuckling when all Luffy can do is let out a moan with his mouth slacked open. Law notices Luffy’s eyes then, trailing his body, following the shape of the heart tattoo on his chest, down his tone stomach, to his bouncing cock between his hips and the one he’s impailing himself on. He notices Luffy swallow.

Law keeps one hand behind him for balance, with the other he holds his cock out of the way and spreads his legs a little wider, moves slower, in deep circles, “Yeah? See that? That fat dick you’re packing stretching me out? You’re the first you know… I’m not usually into this… but whatever happened while we were sleeping got me so fucking horny all I want right now is to ride this cute little cock deep in me,”

Law watches Luffy's mouth fall open, no sound coming out this time, just that slack-jawed expression of pure overwhelm. The sight sends heat spiraling through Law's chest—he's never seen anyone look at him like that, like he's something miraculous and devastating all at once.

Luffy's brain short-circuits. The words hit him like punches—fat dick, first, ride this cute little cock—and his body responds before his mind can catch up. His hips buck up hard, driving himself deeper, and the sound that tears from his throat is somewhere between a whimper and a growl.

He can't look away from where they're connected, watching himself disappear inside Law's body over and over. The sight makes his head spin, makes his cock throb so hard it hurts. Law's hole stretches around him, slick and pink and perfect, and fuck, he's really inside someone, inside Law, and it's better than any dream he could have imagined.

"T-Traffy," he gasps, hands sliding up to grip Law's waist. His fingers span almost the entire width, and that thought makes something possessive and hungry roar to life— and he can’t hold it, his orgasm cruelly crashes into him.

Law felt it the moment it happened—the way Luffy's entire body went rigid beneath him, the desperate grip on his waist turning almost painful. Luffy's cock pulsed inside him, thick and hot, and then there was wetness, so much wetness flooding him that Law could feel it leaking out around Luffy's length.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—" Luffy's voice cracked, his head thrown back against the pillow as his hips jerked up in uncontrolled spasms. His face was twisted in something between ecstasy and embarrassment, cheeks burning red as his orgasm tore through him.

Law had expected to feel smug, victorious even. He'd called it, hadn't he? But watching Luffy fall apart beneath him, feeling that thick cock throb and spill inside him—it was intoxicating, he feels out of control of himself for what he does next, possessed as he shifts forward and cradles Luffy’s face in his hands and kisses him.

Their first kiss… which should have come before their first fuck but— since when do they do anything the normal way? Law is greedy to taste those whimpers. Luffy's lips are soft, parted in surprise, and Law can taste the salt of sweat and something uniquely Luffy underneath. The kiss is messy, desperate—Law pressing down as Luffy's body still trembles through the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Luffy's hands fly to Law's face, mirroring the gesture, thumbs brushing over sharp cheekbones as he kisses back with clumsy enthusiasm. He's still panting, still coming down, but he meets Law's mouth eagerly, tongue sliding against Law's in a way that makes Law's cock throb where it's trapped between their bodies.

When they break apart, Luffy's eyes are dazed, pupils blown wide. "Traffy," he breathes, like the name is something sacred.

Law’s mouth is on a horny autopilot. The things he whispers against Luffy’s mouth aren’t as sweet as they ought to be after their first kiss, “Why does taking it up the ass make me feel like such a dirty whore? In a good way? What the fuck… I thought I’d be grossed out feeling cum leak out of me— it’s a damn mess but it’s getting me so hot right now, Luffy.” His admission is followed by another sudden and hungry kiss.

Luffy's hands shake against Law's face as he processes those words, the raw honesty of them hitting him like a physical blow. I’ve never heard Traffy talk like this, it’s crazy! The way Law talks about it should probably shock him, but instead it makes his spent cock twitch with renewed interest inside Law's tight heat.

"You're not—" Luffy starts, then stops, because Law is still moving on top of him, slow grinding circles that make the mess between them even wetter, more obscene. "Traffy, you're not a whore. You're... fuck, you're perfect."

The words tumble out before he can stop them, honest and unfiltered in the way that makes Law's chest do that stupid fluttering thing again. Luffy's thumbs stroke over Law's cheekbones, reverent, like he can't quite believe this is real. He’s in no headspace to make this something soft and sweet.

“Wanna fuck me like one?”

The words hit Luffy like lightning. His breath catches, eyes going wide as he stares up at Law's flushed face, at the way his lips are slightly pinker from kissing, at the desperate hunger written across his features. Law wants to be fucked like a whore—wants Luffy to do it—and the thought makes something primal and possessive roar to life in his chest.

"If you want me to," Luffy breathes, voice rough and already getting harder again inside Law's slick heat. "Then yeah, I do."

His hands slide down from Law's face to grip his hips, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises. The gentle reverence from moments before evaporates, replaced by something raw and demanding. He can feel Law clench around him at the change in his grip, can see the way Law's pupils dilate even further.

"Turn around," Luffy commands.

The smirk curling the corner of Law’s lips upward is followed by a brazen, “Make me, Pirate King.”

Something dangerous flashed in Luffy's eyes at the challenge. Law felt his stomach drop—not from fear, but from the sudden shift in energy crackling between them. He'd pushed, and now Luffy was pushing back.

Luffy's grip tightened on Law's hips, fingers pressing deep enough that Law knew there would be marks tomorrow. Without warning, Luffy sat up, using his impossible strength to flip them both. Law found himself on his back, breath knocked out of him, staring up at Luffy who was now braced above him on his palms. His cock slipped out of Law during the flip, allowing cum to dribble from Law’s loosend hole onto the sheets.

"There," Luffy said, voice lower than Law had ever heard it. "Made you."

Law's cock throbbed at the display of easy strength, at how effortlessly Luffy had manhandled him. Law has a sudden craving from Luffy’s strength, and given all the shame he’s lost already, he figures he might as well keep indulging.

“Can I ask to try something a little freaky? You can say no if it’s too weird.” Law asks— he can’t hold it together for a second after the question comes out, he’s giggling, feeling a flash of embarrassment and heat flood his cheeks from what he is about to say.

Luffy smiles brightly and he giggles with Law, “Yeah? I’ll try it, I’m not afraid of weird. What do you want?”

“I wanna fight you,” Law says, those first words make Luffy tilt his head, and the rest raise his eyebrows to his hairline, “Force me, hold me down and fuck me if you can… I wanna see how strong you are, if you can keep me down… really make me.”

Luffy's eyes went wide, and then something shifted in his expression—something dark and thrilled that made Law's pulse spike. The bright smile transformed into something more predatory, more focused. Law could see the exact moment Luffy understood what he was asking for, could see the hunger flare to life in those dark eyes.

"You want me to force you? While I fuck you like a whore?" Luffy's voice dropped lower, rougher. His hands were already moving, sliding up Law's arms to pin his wrists above his head. The grip was firm but not painful—yet. "You want to fight back?"

Law's heart hammered against his ribs. This was insane. He'd never wanted anything like this before, never even thought about it, but something about Luffy's strength, the way he'd flipped him so effortlessly, made him desperate to test those limits. To see what Luffy could do to him.

"Yeah," Law breathed, already testing Luffy's grip on his wrists. "If you can."

The challenge was barely out of his mouth before Luffy's hold tightened, fingers wrapping around Law's wrists like shackles. Law twisted, trying to break free, and found himself genuinely surprised by the unyielding strength. Luffy wasn't even straining.

"Oh, I can," Luffy said, voice carrying a confidence that made Law's stomach flip. He shifted his weight, using one hand to pin both of Law's wrists while the other traced down his chest. "Question is how hard you're gonna make me work for it."

Law bucked his hips up, trying to throw Luffy off balance, but it was like trying to move a mountain. Luffy just grinned and pressed him down harder into the mattress, his free hand sliding between Law's legs to grip his thigh.

"Fuck," Law gasped, genuinely struggling now, muscles straining against Luffy's hold. The effortless way Luffy controlled him sent heat spiraling through his body. "You're stronger than I thought."

"I'm a lot of things you haven't figured out yet," Luffy murmured, leaning down to bite at Law’s jaw.

Law jerked his head away from the bite, twisting his body and managing to get one leg up to push against Luffy's chest. For a moment, he thought he might actually break free—but then Luffy caught his ankle with his free hand, fingers wrapping around it like a vice.

"Nice try," Luffy laughed, dark and breathless. He pushed Law's leg up and out, spreading him open, exposing the mess of cum still leaking from his hole. The position left Law completely vulnerable, unable to close his legs or hide from Luffy's hungry gaze.

Law's face burned with a mixture of arousal and humiliation. Being held down, displayed like this—it should have made him feel weak, but instead it made his cock throb against his stomach, "Yeah," Law spat, still struggling, still testing the boundaries of Luffy's grip. "Smug bastard."

Luffy's grin widened. With Law's leg pushed up and out, he had a perfect view of what he'd done—the way Law's hole was still slick and swollen, the way his own cum was slowly dripping out. It made his cock, already half-hard again, throb with renewed interest.

"Look at you," Luffy said, voice rough with want. He shifted his grip, pressing Law's leg further up toward his chest. "All spread out for me, leaking my cum. You sure you want to fight? Because you look pretty comfortable like this."

The taunt made Law snarl, renewing his struggles with vicious intensity. He managed to twist his hips, trying to close his legs, but Luffy's hold was absolute.

Luffy seemed to have a thought then, and switched tones to more seriously ask, “What kind of things am I supposed to do to you? When you say fuck you like a whore, what are you asking for, Traffy? I mean… I know about basic sex, and I’ve seen whores, but I never stopped and stared. I saw one get spit on once. And slapped, Do I do that?”

Law's struggles paused for a moment as he processed Luffy's earnest question. Even in the middle of this heated moment, Luffy was still so genuinely curious, so honest about not knowing what he was doing. It was disarming in the best way.

"It’s… whatever you want," Law said quickly, breathless from his struggles but needing to answer. "Just... Don't be so careful with me. Use your strength. Take and do what you want… I guess being degrading is part of it too."

“Hmm… whatever I want. Hehehehe… okay, anything else?”

He tested Luffy's grip again, rolling his shoulders and trying to twist free. He’s too horny to think, to have this conversation, he’s over it, especially with how much he’s burning with a heady cocktail of shame at his own weakness and arousal at Luffy’s strength, "No— just do something,"

Luffy's eyes darkened with understanding, his grip shifting to get better leverage.

Law felt something shift in Luffy's expression—a predatory focus that made his breath catch. The playful grin was still there, but underneath it was something hungrier, more dangerous. Luffy's grip on his wrists tightened until Law could feel his pulse throbbing against those strong fingers.

"Alright," Luffy said, voice dropping to something almost conversational.

Before Law could respond, Luffy was moving. He released Law's ankle only to grab his hips with both hands, flipping him over onto his stomach with that casual, terrifying strength. Law's face pressed into the pillow, muffling his gasp as Luffy's hands settled on his ass, spreading him open.

"This is better," Luffy said, and Law could hear the grin in his voice. Luffy’s body presses over him, sweat sticky flesh hot against his back, the shift of weight makes the mattress springs protest. Luffy’s lips graze Law’s neck, then come his teeth, a nibble— that’s all Luffy can manage before Law decides to start fighting back again.

Law takes advantage of how careless Luffy had been, how lax he was, lying there, not holding Law down with anything other than his body weight. Law jabs a haki-coated elbow back into Luffy’s ribs and knocks him off. He springs up with his goal being the door— not that he actually planned to run out into the motel halls naked in the dead of the night. It was all a game.The thrill of the chase, and he wanted Luffy to take his request seriously.

Just as Law suspects, he doesn’t even make it off the bed, he uses his rubbery legs to catch Law around the middle and roll the both of them. There is a moment where he gets Law back how he wants him, belly down ass up— but Law is perfectly prepared to be the biggest brat imaginable. He’s the only man I’m ever going to let do this, and it’s a one off thing… call it a special occasion brought on by heat-induced insanity, and I’m gonna make him REALLY work for it. Law can’t contain his smirk or his little huffs of laughter that come out between pants and grunts during their struggle.

Luffy may be beastly strong, he definitely outmatches Law in strength, but Law is no slouch, he’s not some docile, pathetic little wuss that’s just going to arch his back and shake his ass like a bitch in heat with his face down and let Luffy hit it… no, Law, when he really exerts himself, can put up a damn good fight with Luffy. His damn arms are shaking and all his muscles are getting exhausted from doing it, but he’s doing it.

How they don’t fall off the tiny twin bed in their wrestling around is some miracle. Law has his arms pinned above his head by Luffy’s bruising grip, but both his legs over Luffy’s shoulders and his thighs coated in haki, squeezing Luffy’s neck, not hard enough to REALLY hurt him, but to make him struggle to breathe just a bit— unfortunately, Law is shaking to hold him there, and Luffy is giggling at him, even through his struggled, labored breathing as his airway is compressed.

"You're... hehe... cute when you're trying so hard," Luffy managed between strained breaths, his voice rough but still carrying that infuriating amusement. His grip on Law's wrists never wavered, even as Law's thighs trembled with the effort of maintaining pressure around his throat, “You’re shaking, Traffy!”

Law felt a flash of irritation cut through his arousal. The bastard was laughing at him, even now. "Shut up," he gritted out, trying to squeeze harder, but his muscles were screaming in protest.

Law really couldn’t keep it up. The room is stifling with soupy warmth, and Luffy is relentlessly pressing forward on his thighs, intent to lean over Law and bend him in half in the process— then with an exhausted exhale, Law releases and Luffy presses forward, as expected, bringing Law’s knees close to his shoulders as Luffy dips down to lick the sweat on the side of Law’s face and follow the curve of his cheek to his lips.

Law squeezes his eyes shut, suppressing a grunt when he’s made to bend in on himself and cringing at the hot tongue swiping across his cheek like an overly friendly dog.

“I just need to catch my breath,” Law insists defensively.

Luffy giggles against his cheek, “I didn’t say anything…”

Law slides his legs off Luffy’s shoulders in defiance. Since the Pirate King’s hands are occupied pinning Law’s, there is nothing keeping them there. They settled around Luffy’s hips, while the rubber man occupied his mouth with Law’s earlobe and earrings, flicking between both gold loops playfully with his tongue and tugging on them with his teeth.

Strangely… it feels good. No one has done that to Law before, a soft, almost imperceivable, “Ah…” flutters out of him in his next breath, on the next tug. Law didn’t notice Luffy’s cock until then, because that sound causes it to twitch with excitement against inside of his thigh, bent at an awkward angle.

Luffy makes a small hum as he continues to suck and toy with Law’s ear, and shifts, using one hand to keep Law pinned and freeing the other so he could reach down and adjust his cock, grab the base and rub the head against Law’s opening.

Luffy lets go of his earlobe to nose against Law’s side burn in an affectionate way, as if he likes the way the patch of fuzz feels, then whispers hotly towards Law’s ear in a way that suggested he was going to say something sexy, “You’re terrible at socializing. You suck. Awkward weirdo… tall nerd. Such a geek… filthy bookworm.”

Law is dumbstruck for a moment—then he’s laughing, full on belly laughing, turning his head and struggling against Luffy’s hold to try and free his arms so he can cover his face, but he can’t. Luffy was trying to be degrading, like Law asked. But fuck, it was endearing in the most ridiculous way. Law could feel his face heating up from laughter and embarrassment combined, his stomach muscles aching from the giggles he couldn't control. "That's—that's not how you do dirty talk, you idiot," he managed between laughs, his voice cracking.

"No?" Luffy asked, genuinely curious, still rubbing his cock against Law's slick entrance in slow, maddening circles. "What am I supposed to say then?"

Law tried to think through the haze of arousal and amusement, but it was impossible with Luffy's thick head catching on his rim with every pass. Sure, Law could help him and give him a list of things to say, but where was the fun in that? It wasn’t natural. And it’s much more exciting to hear whatever Luffy’s enigma of a brain might conjure up than it would be to spoon-feed some easy options, "Mh… be creative, use dirty words, you know? I’m sure you had to have heard some dirty talk at some point in your life, You can’t be THAT big of a virgin."

Luffy paused, his expression growing thoughtful as he continued those slow, torturous circles. Law could feel himself getting wetter, his body responding despite—or maybe because of—the ridiculous conversation they were having.

Luffy stared at him, like he was really considering it, then, instead of saying anything, he hocked a wad of spit on Law’s face— and as if that weren’t surprising enough, he wheeled his hand back and slaps Law across the other cheek with a resounding SMACK!

Law is still in shock, head turned and unblinking as Luffy asks, “How about that?”

Law blinks once, twice. Then closes his eyes and sighs. Okay… so Luffy really needs some education about dirty talk… he was doing really good earlier when he was just saying what he wanted… God, I’m too horny to give him a lesson. I just wanna get pinned down and fucked.

Law’s cock has wilted some, and its disheartening. He still really wants this, but doesn’t have the patience to give Luffy a crash course on BDSM right now. So he gives an encouraging rock of his hips, trying to entice Luffy, “Forget it, let’s just fuck. Sound good?”

Luffy tilts his head, a little concern and confusion muddying his adorable face, “Was I that bad?”

“Yeah, terrible. Just look at my poor boner, you’re killing it.” Law grins at him, “Come kiss me before I completely lose it.”

Luffy's face lit up at the invitation, that familiar bright grin spreading across his features as he leaned down. But just as their lips were about to meet, Law twisted his head away at the last second, grinning wickedly.

"Too slow," Law taunted, testing Luffy's grip on his wrists again.

The playful defiance sparked something in Luffy's eyes. His free hand shot up to grip Law's jaw, fingers pressing into his cheeks as he forced Law's face back toward him. "Stay still," Luffy said, voice carrying more command than Law had ever heard from him.

The firm grip on his jaw sent heat shooting straight to Law's cock. He could feel Luffy's fingers digging in just shy of painful, could taste the salt of his own sweat where Luffy's thumb pressed against the corner of his mouth.

Luffy’s eyes search his for a moment, flickering between them, unblinking as he kisses the tip of Law’s nose, “Still want me to be rough with you?”

Law feels himself grinning, the words already on the tip of his tongue, his eyes lower to Luffy’s soft lips, and his voice is quiet and silky as he challenges, “Ohh… I don’t know… do you think you can handle me, Luffy?”

Something dark and predatory flashed across Luffy's face that made Law's breath catch. The grip on his jaw tightened, thumb pressing harder against the corner of his mouth until he’s pressing his thumb in and forcing it between his clenched teeth.

"Are you pinned under me by choice? " Luffy's voice dropped to something Law had never heard before—low and rough and dangerous in a way that made his cock twitch back to full hardness.

Before Law could respond with another smart remark, Luffy's mouth crashed against his, all teeth and tongue and bruising pressure. It wasn't the sweet, exploratory kiss from before—this was claiming, possessive, meant to shut him up and show him exactly who was in control.

Law tried to bite Luffy's tongue when it invaded his mouth, but Luffy just pressed deeper, swallowing the sound Law made. His grip on Law's wrists was iron, Law couldn't move his hands, couldn't pull away, could only submit to the brutal kiss that was more conquest than affection. The taste of copper bloomed on his tongue—whether from his own lip or Luffy's, he couldn't tell. His body arched involuntarily against Luffy, seeking friction, contact, anything.

When Luffy finally broke the kiss, Law was gasping, his lips swollen and stinging. Luffy's thumb was still pressed between his teeth, and Law could taste salt and skin. The weight of Luffy's body pressed him deeper into the mattress, and he could feel every muscle, every ridge of scar tissue against his own heated flesh.

"Look at you," Luffy said, his voice rough and breathless. "Still under me, huh? Like it down there? Gonna try to say you can get out whenever you wanna?" Luffy dives in to bite Law’s bottom lip, its mean and it stings— and that pain has Law fully hard and achingly empty in an instant. The sting shoots down his spine like liquid heat and swells somewhere so devastatingly empty.

Luffy spits again— this time right into Law’s propped-open mouth before he pulls his thumb out from between Law’s molars. Law opened his mouth to retort—because of course he did—but Luffy chose that moment to thrust forward, burying himself halfway inside in one smooth stroke. The words died in Law's throat, replaced by a choked gasp that Luffy swallowed greedily.

"Fuck—" Law's voice cracked, his back arching off the mattress as his body tried to adjust to the sudden fullness. Luffy was thick, thicker than Law remembered, and the stretch burned in the best way. His legs tightened around Luffy's hips instinctively, trying to pull him deeper even as his mind reeled from the intensity.

Luffy didn't give him time to adjust. He pulled back and thrust forward again, deeper this time, until Law could feel him pressing against that spot that made stars explode behind his eyelids. The sound that tore from Law's throat was raw and desperate, echoing off the cheap motel walls.

"You feel so good, mhh," Luffy growled against his ear, hips snapping forward in a rhythm that was anything but gentle. "You aren’t fighting me at all now. You’re clinging to me with your legs. Do you give up already, Traffy?"

Law's breath hitched, something hot and defiant flaring in his chest even as his body betrayed him by melting under Luffy's relentless pace. The accusation stung because it was true—he wasn't fighting anymore, couldn't even pretend to when every thrust hit that perfect spot that made his vision blur white at the edges.

"I'm not—" he started to protest, but Luffy chose that moment to slam into him particularly hard, driving all the air from his lungs in a strangled moan. His fingers flexed uselessly in Luffy's grip, wanting desperately to grab onto something, anything, but finding only the iron strength of those calloused hands keeping him pinned.

The room felt stifling, thick with the smell of sex and sweat, and Law could taste copper and salt on his tongue from where Luffy had bitten his lip— he wants to hold on to Luffy so bad, having his arms pinned is driving him crazy.

“Ah—fh-hahh— Luffy— Luffy!! Please— let my— let go, wanna hold you, please!!”

Luffy's grip loosened on Law's wrists—not releasing hin, but easing up enough that Law could feel the blood rushing back into his fingers. The small mercy made him whimper with relief even as Luffy continued that punishing rhythm, each thrust driving him deeper into the mattress.

"You're begging now?" Luffy's voice carried a note of wonder, like he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. His free hand slid down to grip Law's hip instead, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise. "That's not very tough, Traffy."

Law is beyond caring with Luffy tunneling him out like this, he’s got the damn legstands for the murphy bed creaking like they’re about to break. The sight blessing Law’s eyes is something he’s burning into his brain forever. Luffy looks so damn good in this pale lighting, with the orange street lights barely reaching their bed and highlighting his muscles, the glistening sweat on his biceps and abs— and fuck, the way those hips are moving, watching Luffy’s thick cock push in and out of him had Law in a trance— and that face.

Luffy's expression was something Law had never seen before, focused and intense in a way that made his stomach flip. His dark eyes were locked on Law's face, drinking in every expression of pleasure, every desperate sound that spilled from his lips. There was something almost reverent in the way Luffy watched him fall apart, like he was memorizing every detail.

When Law tries to tug his arms free, Luffy tightens his grip and refuses him. A pathetic sound falls out of Law, a miserable whimper, “Luffy— kiss me!”

Luffy seemed happy to comply with at least that. An overeager tongue clashes with a hungry one, wet smacks and moans are exchanged between breaths and messy mouths. The kissing sparks Luffy to fuck in deeper, but not as hard.

"Mhhh— feel so good— Luffy— Luffy— ahhh— your cock feels so good in me," Law moaned against Luffy's lips, his voice barely recognizable even to himself.

Luffy's breath hitched at those words, his rhythm faltering for just a moment before he pressed deeper, chasing that praise like it was oxygen. Law could feel the tremor that ran through Luffy's body, the way his grip on Law's wrists tightened reflexively.

"Yeah?" Luffy's voice was rough, strained with effort and arousal. He pulled back to look at Law's face, pupils blown wide and dark. "You like it? Like feeling me inside you?"

Law nodded frantically, beyond caring how desperate he looked. The angle had shifted with Luffy's pause, and now every thrust was hitting that spot that made his toes curl and his vision blur.

“Hnn… why’s it feel so good? Having me in there?” Luffy asks, seeming genuinely clueless as to what could be pleasurable about getting a cock in the ass.

Law is too scrambled and fucked out to give an anatomy lesson, instead he offers, “I can show you… play with yours while you’re fucking me…” He gives a tug at his bound hands.

Luffy's eyes widened with curiosity, and for a moment Law could see the boy he knew—eager to try new things, to learn and experience everything. But there was still that predatory edge underneath, that new darkness that made Law's pulse race.

"Show me," Luffy said, finally releasing Law's wrists.

Law's arms fell to his sides, muscles screaming from being held in that position for so long. He flexed his fingers, working feeling back into them as Luffy continued those slow, deep thrusts that kept him right on the edge of desperation.

Law lets one hand greedily feel up Luffy, touching the scar on his chest and resting on his stomach to feel the way it flexes with his movements, the other hand he brings to his mouth and slips his fingers in with, the ones with the letters E A T. He gets them sloppy with saliva in a rush, eager to get his fingers inside Luffy and play with his prostate and watch this cute virgin puppy lose his fucking mind in a second.

Law pulls them out and takes notice of the way Luffy is watching him and his movements are going slower. For the moment he doesn’t mind. He’s enjoying the body beneath his wandering hand, cupping Luffy’s pecks, squeezing those cute little tits and thumbing over a nipple— which has Luffy biting his lip and whining.

Sensitive… Law notes and files away for later. His arms are long enough that it’s not awkward to just reach behind Luffy. It’s tempting to cope a feel of his thick ass— but Law is a horny man on a mission right now, his wet fingers finding the tight ring of muscle just behind Luffy's balls. He pressed one finger inside, feeling Luffy's entire body go rigid above him. It slips in easy, as expected of Luffy’s anatomy.

Luffy stops moving and has this focused look on his face, as if devoting all his brain power and energy to experiencing this. “Feels weird…” He says, there’s an annoyed edge to his tone, “I don’t think I like it.”

“Give it a minute, it’s normal to feel weird at first…” Law uses Luffy’s cock inside of him to his advantage, squeezing down on him to distract Luffy from the strangeness of having his body invaded like this.

Luffy's breath came out in sharp puffs against Law's neck, his body tense like a coiled spring. Law could feel every muscle in Luffy's torso rigid with uncertainty, could feel the way his cock had gone still inside him while he processed this new sensation.

Law worked his finger deeper, searching for that spot he knew would change everything. Luffy's breathing hitched when Law's fingertip brushed against something that made his hips jerk forward involuntarily.

"There," Law whispered, pressing against that small bundle of nerves again. "Feel that?"

Luffy's eyes went wide, his mouth falling open as Law massaged his prostate with gentle circles. The annoyed expression melted away, replaced by something dazed and wondering.

"Oh," Luffy breathed, and then louder as Law pressed harder, "Oh—fuck—what is that?"

“That’s your sweet spot, baby. Feel good?”

Luffy's entire body shuddered above him, and Law felt the tremor run through the cock still buried inside him. The rubber man's face was a picture of stunned revelation, dark eyes wide and unfocused as Law worked that sensitive spot with practiced fingers.

"Good?" Law asked again, adding a second finger and watching Luffy's reaction with satisfaction.

Luffy's hips bucked involuntarily, driving deeper into Law while simultaneously pushing back against his fingers. The dual sensation made him gasp, a broken sound that went straight to Law's own aching cock.

"I—yeah—fuck, Traffy, that's—" Luffy's words dissolved into a low moan as Law crooked his fingers just right. His grip on Law's hip tightened reflexively, fingernails digging crescents into tan skin.

Law had never seen Luffy look so completely undone.

Luffy’s mouth drops open, panting as he rocks his hips, fucking himself on Law’s fingers and working his cock deep into Law’s quivering hole— the sounds are wet and sloppy as he fucks out the remnants of his cumload from earlier, “Ah—ahh-hah— hhaahh— fahh— fuck!! Laww! Don’t stop..!”

Law groans and roughly fucks four of his fingers into Luffy nice and deep, he could feel Luffy's prostate swelling under his touch, could feel the way his whole body was winding tighter and tighter like a spring about to snap. The sight of the Pirate King completely undone, reduced to desperate whimpers and broken words, sent a thrill through Law that he'd never experienced before.

The rubber man's rhythm turned desperate, erratic, like he couldn't decide whether to chase the feeling inside him or the tight heat wrapped around his cock.

"Feels like—like I'm gonna—" Luffy's voice cracked, his face flushed and sweaty as he ground down on Law's fingers. "Ahh…!”

Law uses his free hand to grab a deep dish handful of Luffy’s ass cheek and change the speed, make Luffy fuck him faster while he’s pistoning his fingers harder. Luffy's body went rigid as Law's fingers found their mark again, the combination of sensations clearly overwhelming him. His eyes rolled back, a strangled cry tearing from his throat that was nothing like the controlled commands he'd been giving earlier. Law felt Luffy's cock pulse inside him, could feel the way his whole body trembled on the edge of complete surrender.

"That's it," Law breathed, watching Luffy's face contort with pleasure while buzzing with his own. "Mhh, right there..!"

The grip on his hip turned bruising as Luffy lost all pretense of control, fucking into Law with abandon while grinding back against his fingers. The bed frame creaked ominously under the force of their movements, but neither of them cared. Law was drunk on the power of reducing the strongest man in the world to this—desperate, needy, completely at his mercy.

"Can't—can't think—" Luffy gasped, his head dropping forward until his forehead pressed against Law's shoulder. The words came out muffled and broken, punctuated by harsh breaths that felt scorching against Law's skin. "Too much—it's too much—"

Law twisted his fingers just so, pressing hard against that swollen bundle of nerves, and Luffy's entire body seized. A strangled cry tore from his throat as his hips snapped forward violently, burying himself to the hilt inside Law's tight heat. The sound he made was raw and animalistic, completely unlike anything Law had ever heard from him before.

Law felt Luffy's release flooding him, hot and thick, mixing with what was already inside him from their earlier round. The sensation made his own cock throb desperately against his stomach, untouched and aching for friction. But he was transfixed by the sight above him—Luffy's face slack with pleasure, sweat dripping from his hair onto Law's chest, his whole body shaking with the aftershocks.

"Fuck," Law breathed, still working his fingers inside Luffy's clenching hole, drawing out every last tremor. The rubber man was beautiful like this, completely wrecked and vulnerable in a way Law suspected few people had ever seen.

Luffy's breathing slowly evened out, though he was still trembling slightly— all too suddenly, Luffy pulls out of him, and its a miserable feeling when Law is so close. His hole gapes, red and puffy, squeezing pathetically and oozing Luffy’s warm seed. Law almost sobs at the loss.

Luffy gets off the bed, panting.

“What are you—?” Law starts to ask, then he his grabbed by the thighs and drug to the edge of the bed.

Luffy drops to his knees and pushes Law’s far apart. He looks up at Law, messy-haired, sweaty, the prettiest shade of red Law has ever seen and smiling in a way that makes Law’s heart lurch and stomach swoop, “Mmhh, I feel like jelly… don’t wanna leave you hanging, you’re almost there, want my mouth?”

Law's breath caught in his throat at the sight—Luffy on his knees between his spread legs, looking absolutely debauched and somehow still radiating that eager energy that made Law's chest tight. The offer hung in the air between them, and Law felt his cock twitch desperately at just the thought of that mouth on him.

"God, yes," Law managed, his voice coming out rougher than he intended. He could feel Luffy's cum slowly leaking out of him, warm and slick against his sensitive skin, and the sensation made him clench involuntarily around nothing.

Luffy's grin widened, and without any preamble, he leaned forward and ran his tongue along Law's inner thigh, licking up the trail of cum that had escaped. The wet heat of his tongue so close to where Law needed him most made his hips jerk upward involuntarily.

"Taste so good…” Luffy moans. He licks up to Law’s balls and licks the precum gathered in the folds, “You look so damn hot right now, Law— so pretty—Mm-” He cuts himself off by sucking one of Law’s balls into his mouth.

Law's back arched off the bed, a strangled gasp tearing from his throat as that wet heat enveloped him. The sensation was overwhelming after being so close for so long—every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, hypersensitive to every movement of Luffy's tongue and lips.

"Nhh--Fuck—Luffy—" Law's hands flew to tangle in those dark curls, his fingers shaking as they gripped tight. He could feel the vibration of Luffy's satisfied hum around him, could see those dark eyes looking up at him with something like worship mixed with mischief.

Luffy released him with a wet pop, tongue darting out to lick at the sensitive spot just behind Law's balls before moving lower. He grabs Law’s thighs and pushes them up and apart, giving himself moe access. Law felt his breath hitch as that clever tongue found his stretched, oversensitive entrance, lapping at the mess they'd made together.

Law can’t help himself, he grabs his weeping, near purple cock and starts rubbing it, its obscenely slick from all the precum he’s been leaking. Law's thumb circled the swollen head of his cock as Luffy's tongue worked him open, the dual sensations threatening to shatter what little composure he had left. The wet sounds Luffy was making between his legs were obscene, hungry, like he was savoring every drop of his own cum mixed with Law's taste.

"Mh. So good," Luffy mumbled against his rim, the words vibrating through Law's oversensitive flesh. "Love how you taste mixed with me, Traffy.” he lets go of Law’s thighs and nibbles his way back up towards Law’s cock, leaving some pretty hickeys against tan skin.

With the last one, Luffy reaches for Law’s hand as he’s sucking on his salty skin, stops him from playing with himself and hums as he pulls at the delicious flesh in his mouth until he’s sure he’s left a good mark before letting go, "Traffy," Luffy said, his voice soft but with that commanding edge that made Law's toes curl against the cool wood floor, "let me."

Law released his grip reluctantly, his hand falling to clutch at the rumpled sheets instead. The loss of stimulation made him whimper, his hips lifting desperately toward Luffy's face. He was so close he could taste it, every nerve in his body wound tight and ready to snap.

Luffy's mouth was furnace-hot when it closed around the head of his cock, and Law nearly came right then from the intensity of it. His vision blurred white at the edges as that wicked tongue swirled around his sensitive glans, collecting the precum that had been steadily leaking for what felt like hours.

Law's thighs trembled on either side of Luffy's head, muscles jumping with the effort of not thrusting up into that perfect wet heat. He could feel Luffy's hands on his hips, not restraining him exactly, but grounding him as that mouth worked him over with lazy, sloppy bobs. Luffy closes his eyes and hums in pleasure, relaxation, almost.

That rubbery tongue stretches inhumanly and coils around Law’s cock like a corkscrew. The sensation was unlike anything Law had ever experienced. He could feel the impossible flexibility of Luffy's tongue as it wound around his shaft, the wet heat and pressure sending shockwaves through his entire body. His back arched violently off the bed, a broken cry tearing from his throat.

"What the—fuck—" Law gasped, his hands flying to grip Luffy's hair as that inhuman tongue worked him over. The coiling motion created a spiraling pressure that had him seeing stars, every nerve ending in his cock firing at once. He'd forgotten about Luffy's devil fruit powers in the haze of arousal, but this reminder was devastating.

Luffy's eyes opened to look up at him, dark and pleased with himself as his tongue continued its relentless coiling motion. The sight of those satisfied eyes watching him fall apart was almost as overwhelming as the physical sensation. Law could feel drool dribbling down his shaft and down his balls.

Luffy presses himself all the way down, until his lips kiss where the stem of Law’s cock meets his body, his nose buried in the thick heart shaped pubes above it. Luffy’s eyes roll back as he inhales and laves his tongue around Law’s dick— as if that weren’t overwhelming enough, his sneaky hand, previously resting on Law’s thigh, slides down and slips two fingers into Law easy, and searches deep, curling until he finds that tender spot inside Law that makes his whole body go electric.

Law's vision whited out completely. The combination of Luffy's impossibly flexible tongue wrapped around his cock and those fingers pressing mercilessly against his prostate shattered what little control he had left. His body seized, every muscle going rigid as the orgasm tore through him like lightning.

He came with a broken scream, his release painting the inside of Luffy's throat in hot spurts. His hips bucked uncontrollably against Luffy's face, but the rubber man just took it all, swallowing greedily while his fingers continued their relentless massage of that swollen bundle of nerves inside him.

Wave after wave crashed over Law, each pulse of his cock met by the tight coil of Luffy's tongue and the clever press of his fingers.

The sensation went on and on until Law thought he might pass out from the intensity of it. His body was a live wire, every nerve ending singing as Luffy wrung every last drop from him with that devastating combination of tongue and fingers.

When the waves finally began to subside, Law collapsed back against the mattress, his chest heaving as he tried to remember how to breathe. His limbs felt like they were made of water, boneless and heavy. Luffy's mouth was still wrapped around him, tongue now moving in gentle, soothing strokes as he cleaned him up with careful attention.

The fingers inside him had stilled but hadn't withdrawn, and Law could feel his body still clenching weakly around them in the aftermath. Every small movement sent little aftershocks through his oversensitive system.

Luffy finally pulled off with a wet sound, his lips swollen and glistening. He rested his cheek against Law’s thigh and nuzzles like an affectionate cat. He carefully pulls his fingers out too. “That was soooo good, Traffy… why haven’t we been fucking all this time?”

Law lets out a sound, that was half laugh, half exhausted wheeze. His throat felt raw, his entire body thrumming with the afterglow of what might have been the most intense orgasm of his life. The question hung in the air between them, and Law found himself wondering the same thing through the haze of post-climax bliss.

"Because you never asked." Law managed, his voice hoarse and wrecked, “Damn, Luffy… if I’m being honest, I would have hit it you if you’d asked me back in Sabaody. You’re cute as fuck.”

Luffy's eyes lit up at that admission, a grin spreading across his flushed face. He pressed a soft kiss to the inside of Law's thigh before crawling back up his body, settling beside him on the narrow motel bed. The mattress dipped under his weight, and Law felt the warmth of Luffy's skin against his side.

"Really?" Luffy asked, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at Law. There was something almost shy in his expression now, so different from the commanding presence he'd been just minutes before. "You thought I was cute back then?"

Law turned his head to meet those dark eyes, still feeling boneless and wrung out. The question seemed genuine, like Luffy actually couldn't believe someone might have found him attractive all those years ago. It was endearing in a way that made Law's chest tighten.

"Still do,"

Luffy giggles, smiling that adorable, beautiful smile of his that never fails to make Law’s stomach do somersaults.

“What about Punk Hazard? You were REALLY grumpy!”

Law chuckles, “There wasn’t really a good time for it then, now was there?”

“Nope!” Luffy agrees, then adds, “Well, when we were tied up with Robin, Franky, and those marines.”

Law laughs, shaking his head, he throws his arms around Luffy and pulls him into a cuddle, hiding his face in his sweaty chest, “In front of a whole damn audience, huh? No, I don’t think I would have taken you up on your offer then, Luffy… I guess the earliest I would have is when we were on your ship after that.” Luffy's laugh rumbled against Law's ear, the vibration traveling through his chest where Law had pressed his face.

“Hehehe! Makes sense!”

Luffy’s hands are in his hair now, playing with the damp strands, nails raking across his scalp pleasently. It made him sleepy… but there was still something he wanted to know, while the topic was brought up, “How about you? Were you ever— are you attracted to me? Or was it a blessing for you that it’s so dark in here?”

The question hung in the air between them, and Law felt his heart rate pick up despite his exhaustion. He'd thrown it out casually, but now that the words were out there, he realized how much the answer mattered to him. The darkness of the room suddenly felt less like a blessing and more like a barrier, hiding Luffy's expression when Law needed to see it most.

Luffy's fingers stilled in his hair for a moment, and Law could feel him shifting, trying to get a better look at his face in the dim orange glow filtering through the window. The silence stretched long enough that Law started to wonder if he'd made a mistake asking.

"Law," Luffy said finally, his voice softer than Law had heard it all night. "I've been thinking you're hot since Dressrosa."

Law blushes— suddenly grateful for the dark, he can’t fight the nervous and genuine burst of giggles bubbling up out of him, “What? Why then?”

Luffy touches Law’s chest, finger swirling around the lines of his tattoo, “Its the first time I saw you shirtless! Your tattoos are so HOT! I had to do a double take at you and I realized, DAMN, ALL of Traffy is HOT!”

Law's face burned hotter, and he buried it deeper against Luffy's chest to hide his embarrassment. The admission shouldn't have affected him this much—they'd just had sex twice, for fuck's sake—but somehow hearing that Luffy had been attracted to him for years made his stomach flutter like a teenager's.

"You're such an idiot," Law mumbled against Luffy's skin, though there was no heat in it. He could taste salt and the lingering musk of their activities on Luffy's chest. "All this time I thought you were completely oblivious to everything that wasn't food or fighting."

Luffy's laugh vibrated through his ribcage again. "I notice stuff! Just... not always the same stuff other people notice." His fingers resumed their gentle exploration of Law's hair, and Law felt himself melting further into the touch. "But I definitely noticed you before now.”

Law smiles and squeezes Luffy, feeling the heavy weight of sleep pulling at him now that he’s saited, physically and emotionally. “I’m going to sleep, Luffy.”

“Mmh,” Luffy hums in agreement, nuzzling the top of Law’s head and throwing a leg over his hip, “We’re gross though…”

Law yawns, eyes prickling with tired tears and burning with a desperate need for sleep. Luffy is already softly snoring by the time he mumbles out, “Future us’ problem…”

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