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Rocinante’s hands tremble as he runs them down Law’s sides, gripping his narrow waist while he deepens the kiss. Rocinante doesn’t push to move things along further, despite the ache between his legs, but he does tug Law closer. His sweet little muffled sounds being swallowed into the kiss. Law’s tiny hands grip Rocinante’s cheeks, holding him in place as he licks into his mouth.
Rocinante groans when Law bites his lip, scooting closer and his palms slip to Law’s back. There’s a whiny noise that gets pulled from Law’s throat because of Rocinante cupping his ass, a mixture of shock and arousal shown on his boyfriends face as he pulls back. Rocinante stares at the spit slick on his lips, mouth opened as he sucks in air.
“You’re so pretty baby.” Rocinante praises, lightly rutting his hips up as he drags Law down.
Law’s hands fly to his shoulder, chin dropping to his chest as he heaves. Pretty is an understatement. Gorgeous, insanely sexy, more than desirable. Law is enthralling to witness especially now. They haven’t been going out long, it’s been a little over two months, and while they’ve went on a handful of dates, this is the first time they’ve ever had time to spend the day together.
Rocinante would be the first to admit that he couldn’t wait to spread Law out on his bed, but his boyfriend seemed like the type to want to wait. Rocinante never pushed him because that’s not the only reason he was with Law. Yes, he was counting down the minutes to have him like this, but Rocinante genuinely adored Law in a way that he’s never felt about anyone else. From his pretty smile to glittering eyes, those insanely hot tattoos. Law is worth the wait.
“Roci.” Law murmurs, licking his lips as he glances up.
Law’s cheeks are flushed dark, bottom lip trapped between his teeth, golden eyes glazed over. Rocinante tries to not outright groan when Law settles on his lap, so warm and soft above his bulge. That doesn’t stop his cock from twitching in interest.
“What is it baby?”
“Roci, I, I can’t.” Law flicks his eyes away in a nervous gesture, and Rocinante stops immediately.
The change is quick. Rocinante’s hands no longer holding onto Law’s ass, but placed carefully on his waist. Law sucks in a breath, scooting back on his lap, eyes flicking downward. Rocinante wouldn’t call himself a shy person, but the way Law’s staring at his obvious hardon makes him bashful.
“Is everything okay Law?”
“I just need to breathe.” Is all Law says, not looking away from his crotch.
“That’s fine,” Rocinante soothes, “just take your time baby.”
Rocinante’s reassurance is met with a tilt of Law’s head, finally looking away from his bulge. One of Law’s hands slide to the front of his shirt, tattooed fingers trailing down. Heat rushes to Rocinante’s face when he makes it to his navel, quickly grabbing Law by his wrist.
“I’d stop if I were you.” Rocinante warns, ignoring the way Law squirms on his lap.
Try as he may to ignore it, it’s obvious Law is turned on. Those usual stoic eyes are blown black, chest raising with how quickly he’s breathing.
Law licks his lips, “does it hurt?”
The innocent question makes Rocinante’s brain stop, pausing to stare at Law. It’s not in a teasing way Law says it, as if he knows it’s actually killing Rocinante to not be buried inside of him. But in a way that Law’s eyes are widened in curiosity, genuine interest as if he never gave thought to the idea before. Rocinante pieces the puzzle together blindingly quick, and when he does, his cock grows harder.
“Law,” Rocinante starts quietly, moving his hand away to place them both on the couch, “Law, are you a- a virgin?”
Law wiggles on his lap nervously, chewing his bottom lip before nodding. Rocinante groans, head falling to the back of the couch. He can feel the twitch of his cock, how his precome is already staining his boxers, thankfully not leaking through to his pants. A virgin. Law can’t get any more perfect.
“Off.” Rocinante urges, fingers tensing on the couch, “get off Law.”
Law scrambles off his lap quickly and Rocinante closes his eyes, sucking in a deep breath. He contemplates on getting a cigarette, but decides against it. It all makes sense now, why Law hasn’t ever pushed for more, nonchalant at best despite how feverish he is during make out sessions. Rocinante thinks back to the swirl of his hips only minutes before, how Law didn’t move like a virgin at all, but with the knowledge of someone who had experience.
“I’m sorry,” Law murmurs, “I- I never knew when to bring it up, how you would act. I know it’s not,” Law sucks in a deep breath, “appealing, but I really like you, and I figured if I told you then you-“
“Stop Law.” Rocinante’s head flies off the couch, halting Law from whatever else he was going to say by placing a hand on his lap.
“That’s not something you have to apologize for,” Rocinante scolds fondly, furrowing his eyebrows as he shakes his head, “it’s not a problem Law, and I’m sorry if I made it seem like it was. It’s only natural.”
Natural and arousing. The fact that nobody at all has ever been inside Law, has ever given him pleasure. Rocinante would be a fool and a liar if he said it didn’t turn him on. Someone as pretty as Law being a virgin, holding himself off for whatever reason. Fuck, it shouldn’t make Rocinante aroused.
Law shuffles closer on his knees, tongue swiping against his bottom lip.
“It’s really not a problem Roci?”
Law’s eyelashes flutter so coyly, both hands landing on one of his thighs and Rocinante almost spreads him out on this couch.
“Not at all.” Rocinante’s breathless, staring at Law while he bites his bottom lip, crawling closer.
Law stops a hairsbreadth in front of him, “I’ve been thinking…”
Law trails off and Rocinante wills his eyes closed, wishing he could drown out whatever he’s going to say next. He doesn’t want to know what Law’s thinking, not with that glint in his eyes.
“Won’t you look at me baby.”
God, when did Law get so good at sweet talk. He’s always had a way of wording things that could bring Rocinante to his knees. Anything dealing with that sultry rasp and Rocinante is putty. Rocinante, reluctantly, opens his eyes to flick them over and Law looks to his lips.
“I want you.”
“I can’t do that Law.”
Yes he can. Rocinante would happily do it with Law, ruin him in ways he didn’t think possible, but he’s so tiny. Law’s so small, and he’s a virgin. Fuck, Rocinante wants to break him apart, show Law all that he’s been missing, what he can give him.
“Please.” The word comes out in a whisper, “Rocinante, I- I can’t stop it. It aches.”
Rocinante’s nails curl into the couch, trying to talk himself out of it while Law’s trying to talk him into it. It fucks with his mind. Law was just being so innocent, sharing a sloppy make out with him, and now here he is being the total opposite. Rocinante swallows a groan when Law’s hands slide up, so close to where he’s still aching.
“Don’t you want me Roci?”
Rocinante finally feels like he can breathe when Law’s hands are off him, only to be replaced with fingers gripping at his chin to yank his head down. The heated press of Law throwing one of his small legs over his lap. Rocinante’s eyes are hooded as he opens them, still not trusting himself to hold onto Law, not with this sudden boldness. Law meets his gaze head on, not straying away but drawing closer. Close enough that his lips brush over Rocinante’s.
“Don’t you think about it?” Law murmurs against his lips, “I know you do Roci.”
Rocinante groans loudly when Law’s hand presses firmly on his bulge, jostling the smaller man in his lap as his hips buck.
“This tells me everything I need to know.”
Rocinante’s mind conjures up all the ways Law could have become this confident, if he’s always had such a teasing nature in him. It’s a dangerous game to play, considering Law’s got no idea what he’s getting himself into. Unlucky for Law, the vile roots of his brother have long since been planted in Rocinante and the way he springs into action is second nature. Law startles when Rocinante grips his waist in order to push off the couch.
Rocinante should stop himself, tell Law that his first time should be romantic, but that’ll just be hypocritical. Rocinante definitely lost his virginity in the backseat of his car in high school, there’s no point in preaching to Law about romanticism. Here he has Law willing and open in his arms, and all Rocinante can think about is how long he’s wanted this. Months of craving, obsessing, touching himself to the mental image of Law.
“I didn’t think you were the manhandling type.” Law teases, throwing his arms over Rocinante’s shoulders. He almost trips over his own feet when Law dips to place a kiss along the column of his throat, “I like that baby.”
Rocinante’s fingers curl in the meat of Law’s ass, and it takes everything in his power to not lay him out right here on this floor and fuck him senseless. Somehow, Rocinante is able to make it to the room even with Law smearing sloppy kisses down his neck. Although he mumbles grumpily when Rocinante places a knee on his bed, guiding Law back by his hair. Rocinante admires the flush on his cheeks, how his golden eyes are glassy, lips slick with spit. Law’s always so beautiful, but he’s even more so when aroused.
“How do you want it baby?” Rocinante asks, following Law to the bed, mindful of his weight above him.
Law licks his lips, chest heaving the slightest bit, thighs tensing when Rocinante’s hips rock down the slightest. A flutter of his eyelashes shows how affected he is, and it really shouldn’t turn Rocinante on, but he wants to know if he’s ever been like this with another. Even if he knows they never did anything, Rocinante’s curious if Law’s had the press of another person against him. Rocinante’s desperate to show Law how good it can be, how good it will be.
“Do you want me to take my time with you,” Rocinante places a chaste kiss on Law’s lips, dragging them down the stubble on his chin, “show you how much you mean to me, what all I’ve been willing to give you.”
Because Rocinante would give it all to him. Law gasps when he nips at his chin, jolting as he licks along his jawline. Law’s tiny hands fly to his back, grabbing onto his shirt.
“I’ll give it to you slow baby,” Law moans hoarsely when Rocinante rocks down hard, making sure he can feel every inch of his cock between his legs, “or fast, make it so you know who you belong to.”
Law stutters on a whine, chest rising and falling. Rocinante sucks on his pulsing point, sliding his hands under Law’s back to drag him closer, grinding with firm thrusts. Even with the layer of clothes Law’s still so warm against him, clinging onto Rocinante as if he doesn’t know any better.
“Want me to go deep in you baby?”
“Roci,” Law whimpers, “I- I want-“
Law fades off after another shift of his hips and Rocinante pulls away to find his expression dazed. Law’s jaw is slack, drool pooling in the back of his mouth. Rocinante grows a little bit harder, but he stops himself so Law can say what he wants.
“Don’t forget to breathe Law.”
Law sucks in air as if he forgot the action was even possible, swallowing spit and blinking his eyes. The way he stares at Rocinante makes him want to worship every single inch of his body. Pure and utter adoration brimming in his eyes.
“Want it slow,” Law murmurs, “want to feel you.”
Rocinante nods, sweeping Law up into his arms, lips finding his once more. Rocinante kisses him slowly, hands trailing down Law’s back to play with the edge of his shirt. Law tenses in anticipation, panting as their tongues tangle together. The only reason they pull apart is so Rocinante can pull Law’s shirt off, ready to capture his lips once more but he’s speechless at the work of art that’s suddenly in front of him.
Rocinante’s eyes roam over Law’s body, quick to push him back to gaze at him fully. Rocinante traces the heart chiseled onto his chest. Intricate swirls and lines making up such a pretty picture. Rocinante has only seen a sliver of it, what was engraved on his collarbones. He’s happy for it now, it somehow seems significant seeing all of Law’s body when they’re like this.
“You’re gorgeous Law.”
Law’s head knocks to the side, fist coming up to his mouth as if that’ll hide the blush on his cheeks. Rocinante dips down to place a kiss between his pecs, trailing butterfly kisses across scars, his taut stomach, licking around his navel. Law moans airily, hips rocking up, hand falling away to stare at the ceiling.
Rocinante teases Law only a little, just to see how much he can take, if he’ll break and start begging for it. Rocinante drags his tongue above the waist band of his pants, hands slipping under his backside. Law makes a noise in the back of his throat when Rocinante noses his way down the seam, opening his mouth wide to allow his teeth to rake over Law’s mound. Law shudders visibly, fingers curling into his sheets.
“Oh god,” Law pants, hips bucking upwards, “oh god, that’s-”
“Good?” Rocinante muses.
“Amazing.”
“Have you ever tried it before,” Rocinante places a kiss over where Law’s aching, “has anyone ever tasted you baby?”
Law shakes his head from side to side, breathing harder.
“Would you like me too?” Rocinante asks, unsure if Law’s the type to not be vocal and speak on what he wants, or if the thought of it made him uncomfortable.
Law’s chin falls to his chest, eyes glazed over as he licks his lips.
“Please,” Law rasps, “please eat me out.”
Fuck, Law sounds so sexy, Rocinante can’t help but groan, curling his fingers into the waistband of Law’s pants. Law eagerly lifts his hips up and when Rocinante has them tugged down enough to see his underwear, he pauses.
“Do you like them?” Law almost sounds shy, a bit of coyness to get Rocinante’s heart thrumming.
Pink panties are practically painted on Law, sheer but with crimson hearts decorating them. Rocinante’s forehead drops to Law’s thigh, sucking in a calming breath. He places a kiss along the inner seam to show just how much he does like them, even though like is a severe understatement.
“They’re perfect,” Rocinante praises, “so fucking perfect Law.”
As much as he wants to do nothing but bury himself in Law’s heat, he takes his time in pulling his pants off all the way. Rocinante slides his hands up Law’s shins, over his knees, following the path with kisses. Rocinante can’t seem to get his lips off Law, and judging by the constant moans above him, Law doesn’t want him to.
Rocinante’s kisses start getting sloppier the higher he goes, leaving behind spit, groaning when Law’s legs clamp around his head. Rocinante pays no mind to it, licking along the seam of the panties, right near his labia, closer to his inner thigh if only to tease him more. Law’s hand cards through his hair, yanking and whining, a glance up showing him near tears.
“Please.”
Had Rocinante been more sadistic, he’d have made Law wait, but he’s a weak man. Such a weak man for those pretty eyes and that pretty pleading voice. It takes nothing but a shift of his head and he’s mouthing over his cunt through his panties. Rocinante groans at the wetness, the salty taste of Law on his tongue through sheer fabric. Law cries out, fingers gripping his hair harshly, but he doesn’t stop.
Rocinante starts with lapping slowly, dragging his tongue from his entrance, pointing his tip when he gets to Law’s clit. The reaction is gorgeous, Law moves as if he’s trying to run from it, but Rocinante grunts, grabbing under his knees to tug him closer before he can.
“Fuck,” Law’s back arches in a display that looks painful, sobbing as he yanks at his hair, “fuck Roci, I- I can’t. It’s too much.”
Rocinante delivers one last lick before pulling away, hands sliding up to draw Law’s panties down.
“You haven’t even felt me yet,” Rocinante taunts, tossing it aside to thumb Law’s folds open, “if you can’t take my tongue, how do I know you’ll be able to take my cock?”
Law sniffles adorably, hand falling out of his hair to swipe at his cheeks, bottom lip quivering.
“Go slower?”
“You don’t even have to ask.” Rocinante keeps Law spread, driving forward but he pauses when Law’s thighs tense and he can’t help but smirk, “let me know if it’s too much baby.”
Red dusts over Law’s cheeks, staring through lidded eyes as Rocinante lolls his tongue out. He makes sure to keep looking at him. He wants to etch this moment in his mind, the moment Law falls apart for him and only him. Rocinante licks slowly around Law’s clit and his eyes roll, head falling back to the bed, but he doesn’t stop. Rocinante sucks lightly on it, mindful to not add too much pressure, but enough to get Law moaning like that, just like that.
Rocinante slips his tongue under the hood, flicking it teasingly and Law’s hips rock up mindlessly. Rocinante, only because he can’t help himself, nips at the sensitive bud and Law nearly screams. He’s trembling at this point, even more so when Rocinante tongue kisses his way down his slit, tracing his entrance, groaning because of how wet he is. Law’s dripping, cunt pulsating as he thrusts his tongue into him.
“Oh god.” Law whines.
Rocinante sees that as a sign to keep going. He’s slow to fuck his tongue into him, savoring every flutter of his walls, the way Law looks with his back arched and chest heaving. His pretty fingers curled into his sheets, yanking them off the mattress. Rocinante ignores the throb of his cock to slurp loudly, swallowing Law down hungrily.
“You taste so good baby.” Rocinante groans deliriously against him, getting too into it but he can’t help himself.
Law’s so wet and so tight, clenching around his tongue. Rocinante traces his fingers down to where Law’s leaking, keeping his eyes on him while he skirts around his entrance. Law’s hips push downwards, biting his lip to hold in a desperate sound. Rocinante slips his tongue out to replace it with his finger, driving it slowly into him as his lips find Law’s clit again. Rocinante sucks and licks around Law’s clit, curling his finger to find that rough patch of skin and when he does Law sings.
Rocinante rubs over it, uncaring about the mess on his face because Law sounds so damn beautiful falling apart for him. He adds in another finger after Law loosens up, scissoring and stretching him, lavishing his clit in tongue kisses. Law seizes up, predictably, hands scrambling to Rocinante’s hair, body bowing as he screams.
Rocinante slurps lewdly and he can tell the moment he orgasms. His back is clean off the bed as Rocinante adds a third, sobbing in a way he’s never heard before, walls growing so tight. Rocinante fingers him through it, continues to mouth over Law’s clit, smearing spit as he goes until a full body shudder rolls through him. His whines turning into painful cries. Rocinante’s slow to pull his fingers out, threads of juices on his mouth and chin as he pulls away.
Law’s eyes are lidded, but he notices the way he looks away bashfully as Rocinante sucks on his fingers, lapping at the mess. Law’s little body is still trembling, and it isn’t until Rocinante pushes off his knees to stand that he realizes just how hard he is. His cock bulges painfully in his jeans, palming for relief. Rocinante looks down at Law’s limp form as he strokes himself, wanting to be buried in him so badly. The way his pussy looks dripping with spit and his arousal, pulsating in aftershocks. Rocinante bites his lip, struggling to pull himself together.
He should wait, Rocinante knows he should, but his hands have a mind of their own when he pulls his shirt off. Fingers thumbing at his button, uncaring about how needy he looks shoving his pants and boxers down. Law’s suddenly much more aware than before, his eyes are zeroed in on Rocinante’s length, heavy and hanging between his legs. The way Law licks his lips doesn’t look innocent in the least bit, neither is the way his knees drop open, presenting himself.
“I like that,” Law sighs, “I really like that.”
Rocinante’s almost about to ask if Law’s sure, he’s still coming down from his high, most likely still sensitive as hell. But then Law’s pushing off shaking hands, elbows wobbling. Rocinante’s breath catches in his throat because the action brings Law face to face with his cock. In the most arousing sight he’s seen to date, Law rolls those hazy golden eyes up slowly, drawing close to press a kiss to the tip of his cock. Law licks his lips salaciously, moaning at the taste.
“Come here baby.” Law grabs his wrist, and Rocinante can do nothing but follow him to the bed.
Law shifts and Rocinante crawls closer, not stopping until they get to the middle and Law’s falling to his back. Rocinante’s starstruck staring at him, how his hair is splayed out like a halo, skin glowing with his sweat. The moment growing heated because of Law spreading his legs wide, two fingers tracing his labia slowly. Rocinante watches enraptured, mouth parting when Law drags his hand up to suck on them.
“Don’t keep me waiting Roci.”
For as long as Rocinante’s known Law, he’s never once had his patience tested with him. It’s safe to say with that sly little comment Rocinante’s finally snapped. Law doesn’t blink an eye when Rocinante grabs at his thigh to yank him closer, if anything, his eyes hood, licking his lips. The sultry expression does a lot of things to him, as well as the hitch in his breath because of Rocinante slipping his cock through Law’s wet folds. Law bites his lip, squirming on the bed, fingers latched into the sheets.
Rocinante slows his pace when Law’s eyelashes start fluttering, really letting him feel it. Law’s so wet on his length that Rocinante glides between his folds, earning wrecked mewls from Law, tiny body squirming. On his next grind Rocinante slides his hand up to Law’s waist, holding him gently, cock head pushing in the tiniest bit into his hole. Law’s still so tight, which Rocinante knew, it’s not his first time going through something like this, but with that person being Law the feeling intensifies.
“Hold on to me baby.” Rocinante urges, dropping to his elbows so that they’re nose to nose.
Law’s golden eyes are glazed over with tears, arms trembling as he tosses them over his shoulders.
“I’m pushing in now.” Rocinante warns softly.
Law’s nod is more like a jerk, panting against Rocinante’s face. He takes this moment in with reverence, the second his cock first pushes into Law and he bows entirely, nails scrambling on his back. Rocinante groans, pausing to let him adjust even though there’s still so much left, but he doesn’t want to overwhelm Law so soon. Rocinante presses kisses to Law’s lips, slipping his hands into his hair to rub in soothing circles. Law stutters out a breath, staring up at him through lidded eyes, fingers relaxing.
“’m ready.”
Rocinante kisses him again, swiping his tongue along his bottom lip.
“Deep breath baby.”
He waits until the tension is gone from Law’s back, settling comfortably on the bed. The pulsating of his walls addicting as hell, but he doesn’t grind inside of Law until he goes slack as best as he can. Rocinante doesn’t pull out, but drive in further, head swimming at Law’s cry.
“Don’t, don’t stop th-this time,” Law begs when he senses Rocinante slowing his pace, “wanna feel you.”
Rocinante groans softly, pressing his forehead against Law’s while stroking deeper. Law’s thighs tense at his waist, mouth falling open as he moans. Law molds around his cock, so tight and wet, plush walls fluttering with every drive. Law quickly locks his legs around Rocinante, hands twitching on his back, spasming in between thrusts.
“So big.” Law whispers the words more so to himself than Rocinante, holding onto him tighter.
Law chokes out a whimper when Rocinante finally stills inside of him, hips pressed firm against him. Law’s eyes are widening just as Rocinante’s are falling shut, both of them shaking. It’s the most intense sensation he’s ever felt, even with past lovers, none compare to the way Law feels. There’s not a hint of resistance, despite how damn tight Law is, the way he’s clenching around him, breaths sounding close to mewls.
Even now with him being as deep as he can be, Law just relaxes so easily like this is everything he’s been waiting for his entire life. And Rocinante doesn’t know how to make sense of that with his head being so fuzzy, but it’s enough to get his hips twitching, pulling out the faintest bit before driving in once more. Law lets out the prettiest sob, burying his face in the crook of Rocinante’s neck. Rocinante’s forehead drops to the bed, keeping his pace slow and steady despite the rage of his heartbeat.
“You feel so good baby.” Rocinante rasps, gasping when Law squeezes his cock.
It’s impossibly tight, even after being fingered open. Law’s happily accepting it even if he is sobbing, clutching onto him for dear life. Rocinante doesn’t stop though, knowing that once the pain ebbs away for Law he’ll be met with nothing but mind-blowing pleasure. Sweat is already clinging to their bodies, heat sweltering around the room, both of their sounds of pleasure high in the air.
Law muffles something against his neck, but before Rocinante can ask what it is, a tiny mouth is biting down on him, ripping a surprised groan out of him. Rocinante’s hips shoot forward in shock, burying balls deep in Law and the way he arches into him makes him see stars.
“Fuck!” Law screams.
“Sorry baby.” Rocinante pulls away from the bed, more apologies on the tip of his tongue only to be rendered speechless by Law’s blissed out expression.
Rocinante’s cock twitches inside of Law at the image he makes, Law’s own body jumping with the action. So damn sensitive.
“Roci,” Law gasps, unfocused eyes blinking to stare up at him in a daze, “Roci, that’s, that’s good.”
Shit, Rocinante’s not going to last long. Not with Law sounding so delirious, cunt pulsating as if begging for more.
“Faster,” Law urges with a rock of his hips and Rocinante’s eyes nearly roll, “please, please, go faster.”
Rocinante’s elbows wobble when he pushes to his hands, knees shifting closer to Law’s ass.
“Don’t move your legs.” The words come out harsher than Rocinante intended, but his self-control is slowly slipping away from him despite the way he’s desperately trying to hang on to it.
Law locks his legs around his waist as best as he can, another sick thrill shooting down his spine because his ankles can’t even cross. Rocinante sits back on his heels, big hands overlapping Law’s waist. A glance down shows Law’s cunt stretched wide around the base of his cock, feeling so good wrapped around Rocinante. Law’s walls are pulsating in such a delicious way, he can’t help the roll of his hips. Head swimming at Law’s slurred moan.
“Baby,” Rocinante groans, “you feel so damn good. Just look at you.”
Rocinante’s fingers are trembling when he traces around Law’s entrance, placing both thumbs on either side to keep him spread open. Rocinante watches enraptured as he pulls out, his length glistening because of how Law’s dripping. Law’s snatch tightens so good, trying to keep him sucked in, buried deep and Rocinante already knows he won’t last long. Not with Law feeling this good.
“Roci.” Law sobs, the broken sound shooting straight down to his cock.
Rocinante doesn’t pause when he looks up at Law, taking in that teary expression. Law shouldn’t look so cute weeping, cheeks flushed, looking like he might break down at any moment. Rocinante traces Law’s folds, rocking back inside of him, fingers brushing over his clit. Law’s eyes roll closed, jaw going slack. The reaction is enough for Rocinante to pick up his speed, sliding his hands up to grip Law’s waist, holding him in place.
It's the sweetest feeling he’s ever experienced. Law opens for him so beautifully, accepting all of him with tiny whimpers, muted cries, fingers clawing at his sheets. Rocinante chases the warmth of him, pushing his cock in as deep as it can go, shivering when Law screams. His body pulls taut, hands scrambling to hold onto Rocinante’s forearms.
“Too much for you baby?” Rocinante teases, slapping his hands away to drop to his elbows.
Law sobs pitifully, tears leaking down his cheeks and Rocinante groans. Law lets out a lewd moan when Rocinante licks up his cheek, pushing closer so that his thighs are firm against Law. Tiny hands wrap around him, Law’s nails scratching up and down his back, the pain only spurring Rocinante on.
“You wanted it so badly,” Rocinante murmurs, brushing their lips together, “wanted me to take your virginity so badly.”
Rocinante slams in faster and Law hiccups on moans, walls fluttering.
“I knew you wouldn’t be able to take it.”
Fuck, does Law look gorgeous struggling. Rocinante grows hotter because of it. Every slap of his balls against Law’s skin has him reaching closer to his climax, his plush walls milking him, begging to be filled up.
“Shit,” Rocinante groans, forehead falling against Law’s, “can’t wait to fill you up.”
Law’s fingers tense on his back, whining long and needy.
“That what you want baby,” god, Rocinante’s never heard himself sound so desperate, “want me to come in your pussy, fill you up nice and good.”
“Yes god, Roci, want it.”
Rocinante’s moan sounds more like a whine, head full of all the ways he can get Law dripping, mold his cunt so that it’s fit only for him. The fact that nobody on this earth could ever say they’ve been inside of him, Rocinante alone holding the title of taking this pretty boy’s virginity. He could make it to where Law won’t even think about looking at another person, keep him nice and pliant and good, so good for him.
“Daddy’s gonna breed you baby.”
If Rocinante sounds possessive, then Law doesn’t seem to mind if the way he whines is anything to go by. Law trembles beneath him, pulling in shaky breaths with every dirty snap of Rocinante’s hips. Law’s cunt pulsates around him, scratching lines across his back while he sobs. Rocinante slips a hand between them, licking Law’s bottom lips as his fingers find his clit. Law mewls out the prettiest sound, immediately tensing once Rocinante strokes him.
“That’s it,” Rocinante urges, fucking Law faster, playing with his clit, “come on my cock baby.”
Law’s nails drag up Rocinante’s back and into his hair, gripping it as his climax takes over. Rocinante’s sure nothing will ever be as gorgeous as the sight of Law orgasming. Rocinante twitches deep in Law, gasping because of how damn tight he gets. Rocinante’s pace grows frantic with every push and pull, his thrusts turning sloppy. He’s only able to last so long, hips stuttering as he drives into Law. Law’s breath hitches, yanking at Rocinante’s hair.
“Goddamn.” Law keens, thighs shaking on either side of him.
Rocinante groans, hands curling on the bedsheets while he buries balls deep in Law. He tenses when his orgasm takes over him, panting against Law’s spit slicked lips, getting lost in Law’s dazed expression. His usual vibrant golden eyes are eclipsed black, staring at Rocinante unfocused as he fills him up. Rocinante doesn’t move at all, keeps himself pressed firm against Law, letting him know how it feels to get stuffed with cock and come. His very first time being full to the brim, it’s intoxicating.
The tension in Law’s body ebbs spurt after spurt, going slack under him and Rocinante can’t help but curse under his breath. He probably doesn’t even realize it, but Rocinante can tell how he just slumps, taking all of Rocinante’s seed without hesitation. Law barely reacts when Rocinante kisses him, slow and deep, gasping into it. Law’s cunt flutters, moaning weakly because of Rocinante sucking on his bottom lip as he pulls away.
“Feel it baby.” Rocinante’s voice is gruff as he comes down from his high, guiding one of Law’s hands out of his hair to between their bodies.
Law’s eyelashes flutter, chest heaving but he does as he’s told. Rocinante keeps their hands locked together, tracing their fingers where Law’s plugged with his half hard cock, no doubt feeling the warmth deep inside of him.
“You’ll never experience this with another,” the words are nothing short of a demand, holding Law’s gaze, “get used to it now, Law. You belong to me.”
Law moans, nodding shakily against him, “only yours.”
Rocinante captures Law’s lips in a bruising kiss, yet the way he holds onto Law’s waist is delicate. Pouring all of his feelings into it with every swipe of his tongue, tilt of his head, deepening it until they’re sharing breaths, gasping pants.