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It’s a quarter past midnight and Law is still bent over his desk. He has a paper to write and a boring exam to pass in the following days, but his head is not quite in the right place.
He’s not distracted. He doesn’t get distracted. If he wants to focus on something he simply does so. That’s why he’s at the top of his class and has the highest marks.
He raises his head from the book he’s underlying and glances at Bepo softly snoring on the opposite side of the room.
To be honest, he feels restless. But it’s a quarter past midnight and the gym inside the campus is already closed for the night.
He could go for a walk, but he usually does that when he wants to calm down and find peace. This is quite the opposite. He doesn’t want to soothe the need to let out some stress, he actually wants to take it out so that he can go back to his assignment and get shit done.
He rests his back against the chair and runs a hand through his hair, joggling his pen in the other hand.
Well, there could be a way to solve his problem, but he’s not quite sure he’s willing to endure all that talking.
He tries to think about an alternative, but nothing comes to his mind, already focused on the prize of his first choice. So he stands up, grabs his phone, and sends three single letters to the only number he texts so late at night.
wyd
He doesn’t even add the question mark, he knows there’s no need for it.
He grabs his leather jacket from the hanger next to the door and feels his phone vibrating in the back pocket of his jeans. He glances at the notification without even opening the text just to find the reply he was looking for.
Nothing, come over!!!!!!!
He smirks as he puts away his phone, looking forward to the pleasurable activity that’s gonna help him decompress and let out some stress.
He exits the main entrance of the campus dormitory and slowly makes his way to the neighborhood that’s just ten minutes away.
The April breeze is chill against his face and Law zips up his jacket and puts his hands in the pocket of his jeans as he walks.
It doesn’t take long for him to reach the building he’s already been to countless times before, noticing a couple of people sitting next to the main entrance on some plastic chairs smoking and drinking. The smell of joints is thick in the air but Law is not surprised: exams are approaching, after all.
He knows a few of them and greets them with a nod as he walks past the main entrance and enters the building. The front door is always open and the elevator is broken, so he slowly makes his way up the stairs until he reaches the third floor.
There’s some loud music coming from the apartment next to the one he’s currently ringing the doorbell to, but he doesn’t care in the slightest. These are cheap accommodations for students and it’s hardly unusual for the people living here to make a lot of noise at any time of the day and night, not quite like the dormitory inside the campus.
The door opens a couple of seconds later and Law’s not surprised by the loud excited shriek that reaches his ears.
“Torao, hi! You made it!”
Luffy greets him with his usual big smile, and Law doesn’t fail to notice that he’s barefoot, shirtless, and wearing only a pair of shorts hung low on his hips. His dark messy hair is wet and his mouth is surrounded by what looks like tomato sauce.
Law nods at him but doesn’t say anything, because Luffy’s already moved aside to let him in, filling the silence with his usual endless chatter.
“I was surprised to receive your text, you know! I thought you were busy studying, everybody is always so busy studying important stuff these days!” He chirps as he moves away from the door and strolls to the small kitchen.
Law follows him without saying a word, closing the door behind his back, and making his way inside the small apartment Luffy and his friends share.
“Like, for example, Nami is so busy studying that she decided on this stupid rule that I can’t say a word from like nine in the morning to six in the evening while I’m in here, it’s crazy!”
Law doesn’t think it’s crazy because Luffy is loud and talkative and a pain in the ass for everyone who needs to concentrate on something important, but he doesn’t comment on it.
Luffy’s not a student at the college, Law’s sure of that because he’s never heard him talking about studying or attending classes. He has no idea what he does but it’s not like he cares either way.
Luffy’s life is far from being one of his main interests.
“And she even tried to make me clean the apartment like I’m some maid, can you believe it?” He continues his rambling as he picks up a slice of pizza right from the box on the table and shoves it into his mouth. The red thing on his face was tomato sauce, after all.
“You want some?” He asks with his mouth still full, nodding at the pizza, but Law shakes his head.
“I got so hungry all of a sudden!” Luffy explains after swallowing his bite and grabbing another slice. “We were out smoking and drinking and then I got super hungry! I asked Sanji to cook me something but then I craved pizza and so Zoro and I went to grab some just before you texted me!”
Law would like to point out that it’s a side effect of the joints they probably spent the night smoking, but he doesn’t really care, because Luffy suddenly folds in half the remaining pizza and shoves it into his mouth like it’s nothing.
Law looks at him happily chewing and keeps silent even when some of the oil on the pizza falls on Luffy’s naked chest. He doesn’t seem concerned by it, because he scoots it with his fingers and licks them clean in a heartbeat, not at all worrying about the person watching him.
“Oops, so clumsy!” He giggles, high as a kite because of the food and possibly the drugs.
Law doesn’t care. He’s not in that small and dirty apartment looking at that caveman chewing on his pizza and dirtying himself because he cares about Luffy’s manners while eating.
They met at a party a few months earlier. Law was quite tipsy and was looking for his friends when he was cornered by this short guy (definitely more wasted than him) who had so many questions about his tattoos.
To this day, Law still doesn’t know how it happened and what made him act the way he did that night. He blames the alcohol in his veins and Luffy’s big Bambi eyes, but they ended up sloppily making out in one of the corners before stumbling into his dorm room and having some of the best sex of his life.
At first sight, Luffy didn’t look like some sort of expert in the sheets. Law remembers wondering if Luffy was a virgin since he looked barely legal (he was not underage, he checked, okay?) and so naive, but he had to reconsider his first impression when Luffy gave him the best blowjob of his life (did he even have a gag reflex?) and rode him like some sort of pornstar, moaning and sobbing because of how much he liked it.
It turned out, Luffy was not a virgin and that was the main reason Law kept coming back to this idiot, who has no manners whatsoever, and always manages to fuck him silly.
After that first night, they didn’t exchange phone numbers. Law pondered about doing it while Luffy was putting on his clothes, rambling about something he didn’t care about but decided against it. He didn’t want Luffy to think that he was looking for something serious and texts were dangerous from that point of view
Moreover, Luffy talked way too much for his liking. He was definitely not his type.
But in the following days, Law found out that it was quite hard to let go of that one-night stand and every time he jerked off in the shower it was always the image of Luffy’s face painted white with his come that made him tip over the edge.
Law was not the guy who obsessed over some random dude, but when he casually saw Luffy a couple of weeks later in the nightclub right off-campus, he couldn’t let go. They ended up hungrily kissing in one of the filthy bathroom stalls and when Luffy kneeled with that knowing smirk on his lips, Law had decided that Luffy deepthroating him was worth a couple of dangerous texts.
To Law’s surprise, after they exchanged phone numbers, Luffy never texted him.
No memes, no jokes, no stupid, pointless and futile chit-chats about his life or his friends or anything, really. It was like Luffy had no interest in him outside of the bedroom.
And it was okay, actually. It was more than okay.
Law texted him when he wanted to have sex and Luffy always replied immediately that he was down for it, even if it was three in the morning or right after the lunch break.
Luffy never texted him first, but his replies were fast and never came late. That didn’t go unnoticed by Law, but he didn’t care enough to wonder what that meant.
He got the best sex ever whenever he wanted and no silly boyfriend that could distract him from his goals. What more could he ask for?
So, that’s the reason he’s silently listening to Luffy’s rambling and patiently waiting for him to be done with his munchies.
“God, that pizza was good,” Luffy sighs after swallowing the last bite and grabbing some paper towels to clean his mouth. “I could eat another, though. Do you ever feel like you could eat like an entire elephant and not be sated?” He giggles. “That actually happens to me quite a lot,” he continues, opening the fridge door and grabbing a bottle of water.
He doesn’t look for a glass, he chugs it in literally two seconds, leaving it empty over the counter for someone else to fill it again and put it back inside the fridge.
“I was so thirsty too! The pepperoni on it was quite spicy, you know?” He exhales while patting his belly. “Or maybe it was the tacos I ate before the pizza, who knows,” he wonders while leaning against the counter and cocking his head to the side. “You want something to drink, Torao? You’re quieter than usual tonight.”
This is Law’s cue to stand straight and slowly walk up to him. He stops when he’s a few inches away from Luffy but doesn’t touch him. His hands are still in the pocket of his jacket but he can feel the heat radiating from the almost naked body in front of him. For once, Luffy actually smells good, his hair is probably damp from a recent shower.
Luffy is shorter than him, but he doesn’t back away. He stands still, a playful smile on his lips, cheeks slightly rosy and those naive Bambi eyes made even bigger from of the drugs.
Law likes the fact that he can look at him from above, not that he needs to assert some sort of dominance whatsoever. He knows Luffy’s strong even if he doesn’t look like it. There are times in which he needs to be pinned down and fucked raw into the mattress and Luffy delivers magnifically even on those occasions.
He learned that Luffy’s gluttony for food is endless and, in his opinion, that feeling translates to every single one of his activities, sex included. Not that he told Luffy that, they don’t talk about this stuff, like, ever. It’s just a random thought.
He just likes cornering Luffy on nights like this, when he feels restless and needs to hear his moans and sobs and his hot skin pressed against his body.
“Well?” Luffy murmurs, biting and licking his lower lip. “You want something to eat or drink?”
Law clears his throat and eyes Luffy’s slightly parted mouth, plumpy and wet lips waiting for him to claim them.
“I was waiting for you to stop talking,” he replies, a low murmur in the space between their faces.
Luffy chuckles. “What if I don’t stop?”
“I’ll have to make you.”
He notices Luffy’s eyes becoming bigger at his whisper and his smirk getting naughtier.
“Make me, Torao,” he purrs, standing on the tip of his toes to try to be the same height.
And this is the last straw. Law has never been very patient, after all.
He surges forward to capture Luffy’s mouth in a messy kiss, all tongue and hunger for what’s to come. Luffy tastes like pizza and blissful promises and sounds exactly like he’s been waiting for Law to claim his mouth for a lifetime.
Luffy closes the distance between them by standing on the tip of his toes and lacing his arms around Law’s shoulders, possessive hands sneaking under the t-shirt to touch his skin.
It’s not enough for Law, so he grabs Luffy’s waist and hoists him up onto the counter to have better access to his mouth and body.
Luffy squeaks in surprise from the sudden movement, but his mouth is back to devouring Law’s a second later, the sloppy sounds of their filthy making out resonating in Law’s ears and turning him on even more.
Luffy takes advantage of the sudden height and slides one of his hands along Law’s torso to rub against the bulge in the front of his pants. Law moans when he feels experienced fingers touching him through his jeans.
“God, you’re so hard already,” Luffy murmurs in between kisses, pressing the palm of his hand where Law needs him the most. “Lucky me.”
Law’s brain is not fast enough to find an adequate filthy answer to that, so he grabs Luffy’s hair and kisses him with the intent of leaving him breathless.
Luffy moans into his mouth and Law decides they should take this into some more private place. He doesn’t really care about anyone seeing them or interrupting, but he just wants Luffy on his hands and knees, and therefore a bed is needed. Any horizontal surface would do, to be honest, but he has the feeling that the floor is dirty and a bed would be more comfortable.
So he backs away and brings Luffy with him, trying not to break the contact. Luffy doesn’t need to be told anything, he follows Law without blinking or protesting, moaning louder over Law’s mouth when the grasp on his hair guides him outside the kitchen and into the corridor.
They keep kissing, moaning, and gasping as they stumble along the corridor with some difficulty, especially because Luffy is trying to undo Law’s belt while walking and his hands are very distracting.
Law almost trips and, to avoid falling, he presses Luffy against the wall just outside the room they are going to. The moan that escapes Luffy’s mouth when he gets trapped against the hard surface behind his back goes directly to Law’s already hard cock and has him gasp in anticipation.
He backs away from Luffy’s swollen and wet lips only to kiss, lick, and bite his neck. Luffy smells good tonight, he deserves to be treated right, after all.
Luffy loves it so much that he grabs Law’s hair and presses his face harder against his skin, his breath ragged and his heartbeat going crazy.
“Yes,” Luffy moans. “Keep doing that,” he says, tilting his head back to give Law more space. “Fucking bruise me.”
Law doesn’t like it when someone orders him around, but this isn’t something he’s willing to go against. So he sucks harder on Luffy’s skin, bites it, licks it, and cages his short frame against the wall.
Luffy moans louder at that and one of his hands goes back to rubbing Law’s hard-on over his jeans.
“Torao,” he moans. “Tell me what you want-”
Law smirks against Luffy’s bruised neck and decides to take the matter into his own hands.
He grabs Luffy’s wrist and makes him turn to face the wall, slamming him hard against it, before pressing his hot and aroused body over his shorter one.
He then lowers Luffy’s shorts just enough to uncover his ass and proceeds to rub his clothed hard-on over him.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Law asks, filthy and low a few inches from Luffy’s ear, before sucking another hickey over his already bruised skin.
“I want to fuck your tight little ass until you’re no longer able to talk,” he murmurs, eliciting a soft groan from Luffy.
“And after that, I want to come all over this pretty face of yours,” he continues, sliding his hand over Luffy’s neck while his thumb roughly grazes over his swollen lips.
“Yes,” Luffy almost sobs, pressed against the wall and trying to rub his ass against Law’s clothed cock. “Yes, please -”
Luffy learned pretty early how much begging turns Law on, especially when Law makes him filthy promises such as this one.
They stumble clumsily inside Luffy’s room while trying to undress Law and they are so busy with his clothes, they don’t even close the door. It doesn’t matter, Law doesn’t care, he just needs to be naked and feel Luffy’s hot skin pressing against his.
The sound of the zipper of his jeans being opened and Luffy interrupting the kisses means only one thing to Law’s already fogged mind.
Their gazes meet and when Luffy smirks and licks his lips, Law’s brain stops working. He presses on Luffy’s shoulder to have him kneel while his other hand lowers his underwear to free his already leaking cock.
“Suck it,” he orders, grabbing Luffy’s dark locks. “Make it nice and wet.”
Luffy falls to his knees without questioning Law’s order and immediately takes him into his mouth, sucking the tip before letting his lips slide along the shaft a few times.
Law wants to go deeper, he knows that Luffy can take him deeper right from the start, so he grabs Luffy’s head with both hands and pushes inside his mouth until his cock touches the back of Luffy’s throat. Luffy gags on it and his eyes get glossy and teary, but Law doesn’t let him go, he grabs his locks harder and keeps his abused lips pressed against his pelvis, enjoying the warmth and wetness of Luffy’s throat.
“So fucking good,” he moans, meeting Luffy’s eyes and noticing a tear streaming down his cheek. “You look so hot choking on my dick.”
Luffy moans at the praise, the vibration almost too much for Law, who is forced to let his head go to avoid coming too early. Luffy coughs a little and takes a deep breath, but his mouth doesn’t stay empty for long. He just dries his cheeks before surging forward, sucking Law into his mouth, sloppy and wet, looking him in the eyes while swallowing him down, licking the precome leaking from his tip.
Law can’t help but caress his jaw and praise him again, because he definitely deserves that.
“Such a good boy,” he murmurs. “You were made for this, weren’t you?”
Luffy nods enthusiastically and takes him deep into that blessing of a mouth, making Law moan and curse from the sudden and unexpected pleasure.
He takes off his t-shirt as Luffy keeps pleasuring him, his leather jacket lost in the corridor while they were sloppily kissing.
The blowjob is starting to get a little bit too much for Law and since he has other plans for the night, he stops Luffy mid-gobble and makes him stand up on his feet.
Their mouths meet again in a sloppy and hungry kiss and Law takes advantage of it to kick off his shoes and get rid of his jeans and socks.
Tattooed hands slide from Luffy’s shoulder to his lower back and then finally, finally, Law is able to grab Luffy’s naked ass with both hands.
Luffy gasps as Law’s grasp on his flesh becomes firmer and a single finger slides between his cheeks. The kiss stops when Law slightly strokes his hole with his index and Luffy tries to push his ass back against his hand.
It’s so hot to see Luffy so desperate for his touch and were it another night, Law would have loved to spend some time teasing him and have him begging for his cock. But the foreplay has already been going on too long for his little patience today.
“Get on the bed on your hands and knees,” he whispers against Luffy’s lips, letting go of his ass and smirking seductively.
Luffy nods eagerly, kicks off his shorts, and does exactly what Law told him. He gets on the unmade bed scattered with some of his clothes, opens the second drawer of the nightstand to retrieve the lube, and moves his pillow out of the way before kneeling with his legs spread, ass on full display, and fingers fisting the sheets in anticipation.
The room is just barely illuminated, they left the light on in the kitchen and the lamp-post just outside Luffy’s windows is enough to give Law quite the sight to look at.
He kneels on the bed just behind him and immediately his hands go stroking those round cheeks. Shivering, Luffy tries to push back against Law’s touch, but a firm grasp on his waist stops him.
“Don’t move,” Law orders, before spreading his ass and having a look at Luffy’s puckered hole, already twitching for him.
He can feel his arousal building up in his lower belly and without even thinking it through, he bends closer to it to spit on the tight opening. Luffy groans when his fingers spread the saliva all over that sensitive spot and his first digit breaches him, but it’s not enough.
Breathing heavily, Law reaches for the small bottle of lube and squeezes some of the clear gel on Luffy’s hole, watching it drip over his balls and onto the sheets. He almost expects Luffy to push back and impatiently beg him to fuck him, but surprisingly, he keeps still and doesn’t say a word. Law is shocked by the amount of self-restraint he’s showing and decides not to tease him any longer.
With one hand he parts his cheeks and with two fingers he starts fingering him without being too gentle, he knows Luffy doesn’t need that.
The high moan that reaches his ears makes him even more turned on and God, he just wishes he could push it in without spending a second longer opening him up.
Luffy seems to be able to read his mind tonight.
“I want it rough,” he sobs. “Don’t need all this prep.”
Law raises both his eyebrows and removes his two fingers from his hole. “No prep?”
“No,” Luffy confirms with a short breath. “I want it now.”
“So impatient,” Law comments, but stands up to look for his wallet and the condom he always has in it on nights like this.
He tears it open with his teeth and wears it while his thumb pushes the remaining lube on Luffy’s ass inside his hole. Luffy squirms under him and Law notices his legs trembling when he takes his place right behind him and lets his cock slide between his ass cheeks just to tease his hole.
“You sure?” Law asks once more, even if he knows it’s not necessary. Luffy’s not the kind of guy who goes back on his word.
“I like it more when you are rough,” Luffy lets out with a choked sigh. “It’s so much hotter.”
“You are gonna feel it tomorrow,” Law warns him, his eyes fixed on his cock sliding between Luffy’s cheeks and slowly probing his entrance with every stroke.
“God, I hope so,” Luffy replies with a sob, then he turns his head and Law catches a smirk on his lips. “You have to fuck me real good for that, Torao.”
Law is always up for a challenge.
He grabs Luffy’s waist with one hand, while the other guides his cock inside Luffy’s tense body.
“Relax,” he murmurs, letting go of Luffy’s waist and caressing his lower back. He even bends to leave a couple of kisses on Luffy’s shoulder blades. “You know it will feel good.”
Groaning, Luffy arches his back and turns his head. His cheeks are red, his lips are still swollen and his eyes are still a little bit teary. Without thinking it through, Law moves closer to capture his lips in a filthy kiss, eliciting a soft moan from Luffy, who turns his head as much as he can to deepen the contact.
While kissing, Law feels Luffy relaxing and takes advantage of it to slowly push the tip of his cock inside him. Luffy gasps and groans against his mouth, but Law doesn’t stop.
Luffy’s body is so hot and inviting, but most of all, he’s so fucking tight Law’s afraid he won’t even last a couple of minutes.
He keeps pushing inside, inch by inch, as Luffy’s head falls against the sheets while incoherent sobs leave his mouth.
Law stops midway just to add some more lube and to give Luffy time to regain his breath. He’s not gonna ask him if he wants to stop, after all, he warned him.
Trembling from the incredible pleasure Luffy’s body is giving him, Law keeps his eyes fixed on his cock slowly sliding inside, until he disappears completely in his tight little hole.
He stops only then and lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. His hands roam over Luffy’s lower back but his eyes are still fixed where they are connected and on Luffy’s ass spread and full right in front of him.
Luffy’s ragged breathing reaches his ears.
“You okay?” He asks, trying to feign indifference.
“Yeah,” Luffy replies as he raises his head from the mattress and glances over his shoulders at him. “I love your cock.”
Law smirks and slowly starts to move his hips back and forth. “I know you do,” he replies, fastening the pace and admiring how Luffy’s face twitches from the increasing pleasure. “You always moan like a bitch when I fuck you like this.”
He says this and then proceeds to thrust hard inside of Luffy and the sound of his skin slapping against his ass blends with the sudden and loud moan that escapes Luffy’s lips.
“Told you,” Law comments, mostly to himself, because he knows Luffy’s not hearing a single word he’s saying, given how fast he’s fucking into him and the loud groans that are filling the room.
Luffy doesn’t shut up even in bed, but Law doesn’t mind it too much.
He grabs Luffy’s waist with both hands and takes his sweet time opening him up on his cock, driving slowly in and out of him, getting more and more aroused by looking at himself disappearing in Luffy’s slick and sloppy hole. The sound of their fucking is maybe one of his favorite things ever: the slapping of his hips against Luffy’s asscheeks, his own ragged breathing, Luffy’s loud moans barely muffled by the mattress, the bed creaking under their movements, and, of course, the occasional slap on Luffy’s ass. Law loves doing it, loves to see how red the skin gets, and to feel the muscles around his dick tightening from the sudden sting of pain. Luffy loves it too considering the way he squirms after every slap and moves backward to meet Law’s hard thrusts.
He has his face smeared against the mattress by now, his arms have long since given up supporting him, but his ass is high and his legs always spread, accommodating Law behind him to do what he pleases. His back is covered in sweat and his face is the definition of bliss.
Law loves to see him so wrecked because of him and just this simple sight is enough to make him fall even closer to the finish line.
Trying to hold back his orgasm, because he doesn’t want to finish like this, he grabs Luffy’s shoulder and makes him stand on his knees, back pressed against his sweaty chest. Luffy gasps from the new position that has Law going even deeper inside him but can’t say a word. Law grabs his chin to make him turn his head and kisses him roughly, all tongue and teeth, while still pushing inside.
Luffy is an incoherent mess by the time Law lets go of his mouth.
“It feels so good,” he sobs, resting against Law and trying to meet his thrusts halfway. “So fucking good, Torao-” He continues, as Law fastens the pace. “I love it when you fuck me like this, ah, yes -”
Luffy is marvelous for Law’s ego and since he’s been such a good boy, maybe it’s time for him to finally come.
Law wastes no time, he grabs Luffy’s neglected dick and doesn’t stop moving his hips, as he sucks another hickey into his neck.
“You are so wet,” he murmurs as he spreads the precum all over the tip of Luffy’s cock. “You wanna come?”
“Yes,” Luffy babbles, nodding and tilting his head to the side to give Law more space to suck other hickeys all over his already bruised neck. “Please, please,” he begs. “Make me come, Torao, make me come hard-”
Law chuckles low against his ear and enjoys how Luffy shivers in his arms. “Only good boys deserve to come,” he murmurs. “Have you been good?”
“Yes yes yes,” Luffy chants, trying to have Law go deeper inside him, but failing. “Please, Torao, please-”
Law snickers again and licks a stripe along Luffy’s neck. “Okay,” he agrees. “But only because you begged so nicely.”
Having said that, he lets go of Luffy’s dick, grabs him by the waist, and moves him to his back on the bed, earning a surprised gasp from Luffy. He doesn’t give him time to do or say anything, though, because he settles between his legs, grabs him by the back of his knees, and folds him in half. Law loves it when Luffy’s in this position, pinned down, unable to move, and completely powerless underneath him.
With a smirk on his lips, he slowly drives back into Luffy’s wet and sloppy hole and he goes all the way in with one single hard thrust that has Luffy moaning loudly in the quiet apartment.
“If you love my dick so much,” Law murmurs, getting close to Luffy’s lips. “I want you to come on it alone,” he says with a devilish smile. “You think you can do it?”
Luffy nods eagerly. “Yes,” he moans. “Please, Torao, please-”
That’s the only encouragement Law needs.
He fucks roughly into his body, enjoying the moaning and the praising that escape Luffy’s mouth, but most of all, the sight of Luffy being wrecked underneath him.
It doesn’t take long for Luffy to start babbling words that don’t make sense, body tensing up. Law looks down just in time to see Luffy’s dick spurting white stripes of come all over his stomach and up to his chin. He doesn’t stop though, he fucks harder into Luffy through his orgasm and doesn’t even care about how loud Luffy is being. He even ignores the sweat dripping down his face and back. He stops only when Luffy squirms under him, spent and exhausted.
He lets go of his legs but he’s not finished yet, he’s still hard and there is one last thing he had told Luffy he would do.
Taking off the condom, he moves closer to Luffy’s sweaty and exhausted face. He grabs his dick with one hand, and with the other, he tilts Luffy’s head toward his crotch.
“Open up,” he orders, using his thumb to graze over Luffy’s lower lips to have him open his mouth.
Luffy does that without saying a word and with his eyes still closed, breathing raggedly from the nose. He even takes out his tongue and Law doesn’t waste any time, as he’s already so close to the finish line.
He starts jerking off, rubbing the tip of his cock over Luffy’s lips, tongue, and cheeks, smearing the leaking precum all over his face. His hand gets faster when Luffy begins to come back to his senses and moves his tongue over Law’s hot cock every time he gets the chance.
The thing that sends Law over the edge, however, is Luffy opening his eyes and meeting his gaze.
Law curses loudly and his hand moves even faster as his orgasm finally reaches him. White stripes of cum paint Luffy’s lips, nose, and cheeks, and Law can’t help but groan in satisfaction when Luffy swallows whatever ends in his mouth and on his tongue. Law loves it when he’s this filthy.
Exhausted and spent, he lays down on his back next to Luffy on the unmade bed, trying to regain his breath, mind still focused on how mind-blowing sex with Luffy always is.
Luffy talks too much on every single occasion, but Law found out that it’s always right after an orgasm that Luffy is the quietest. Moments like this are nice, Law likes them a lot.
He turns his head slightly when he notices Luffy grabbing something from the bed, probably a dirty t-shirt, to clean up the mess on his stomach and his face. Law smirks mostly to himself when he’s reminded that it’s all his doing.
“Crap, I need to take another shower,” Luffy murmurs after a while, throwing the t-shirt into a corner of his room.
Law watches him turning on his side, digging an elbow in the mattress, resting his head on the palm of his hand, and shooting him a horny glance. “You want to join me?”
Law doesn’t answer straight away, he just stares at Luffy debating whether to agree or just leave.
“I could, you know,” Luffy continues, lowering his voice. “Take care of your nice ass and eat you out,” he smirks. “I’ve been dying to do that ever since the last time you let me.”
As appealing as such a proposal sounds (and to Law, it is very appealing, Luffy’s oral fixation and the way he uses his tongue in every single aspect of sex is something Law can’t have enough of, he still has wet dreams about the time he let Luffy rim him) Law isn’t going to say yes.
He’s probably going to get sleepy after shower sex and he doesn’t want to spend the night there with Luffy. It happened once, after a crazy sex marathon, and waking up tangled up in Luffy’s limbs had not felt right and as detached as Law would have wanted.
So he sits and stands up from the bed. “Gotta go back to my dorm room, I have a paper to finish.”
Before he has time to look for his clothes, he feels Luffy’s arms circling his waist and his hot lips kissing the dimples on his back.
“You sure?” Luffy asks, kissing and biting the skin and moving lower on his ass. “I bet you still have time to write that thing.”
Law closes his eyes at the feeling of Luffy’s mouth leaving a wet trail over his asscheeks and his brain can’t help but visualize him in the shower pressed against the tiles while Luffy is kneeling behind him spreading his ass open with his tongue.
He comes back to his senses when Luffy bites his flesh and takes a step forward to get away from his grip.
“Next time,” he mumbles, as he looks for his underwear and socks.
He notices Luffy shrugging out of the corner of his eyes. “Okay,” he says nonchalantly, before laying down on his bed again with his arms crossed behind his head.
“How are your exams going?” He asks after a couple of seconds of silence.
“Well,” Law replies, not looking at him as he puts on his underwear. “Almost finished.”
“That’s good,” Luffy replies enthusiastically. “After you finish those, well, we could…”
He doesn’t finish his sentence and Law looks up from the jeans in his hands to meet his gaze.
“What?” He asks, trying but failing to hide his curiosity.
Luffy sits up and cocks his head to the side.
“You know, Nami says that you like me.”
Law raises an eyebrow, mildly confused. “I don’t usually have sex with guys I don’t find attractive.”
Luffy shakes his head. “She means you like me like me,” he explains. “She says you are developing some sort of feelings for me.”
“That’s ridiculous,” he mocks him, putting on his jeans. “How high was she when she told you that?”
Luffy shrugs. “Everyone agrees with her, to be honest.”
“Bullshit,” Law replies, avoiding his eyes. “This is just sex.”
Luffy remains silent for a couple of seconds. “How many guys do you have sex with, except for me?”
Law is taken aback by that question. “That is none of your fucking business.”
“I fuck other guys,” Luffy replies as if it’s nothing.
This confession is not something Law’s expecting and he can’t stop his mouth from moving. “You do?” He asks.
“You don’t?”
No, Law doesn’t. If he wants to fuck, he texts Luffy.
There are a few guys in his class that hit on him recently, but Law didn’t feel like having sex with them, given how amazing sex with Luffy always is.
He shrugs. “I don’t have time for this shit,” he justifies himself as he looks for his t-shirt on the floor.
“Yet we see each other twice a week,” Luffy points out.
“To have sex.”
“We spend time together, though.”
“Yeah, having sex.”
“But you always text me first.”
Law sighs, exasperated, and looks up to meet Luffy’s gaze. “I can stop doing that, if it’s such a problem.”
“It’s not a problem,” Luffy replies with an honest smile. “It’s just a funny coincidence, you know. You want to spend so much time with me, and yet claim you aren’t developing feelings for me.”
Law looks down and finally finds his shirt. “Whatever makes you sleep at night, buddy, I don’t give a fuck.”
Luffy keeps silent as Law finishes putting on his clothes and sits on the edge of the bed to tie his shoes.
“I prefer having sex with you, though,” Luffy adds and, by the way he sounds, he’s probably smiling. Law’s not looking at him right now because this conversation is getting weird and he wants to leave as soon as possible.
“So, I was thinking,” Luffy continues. “That since you aren’t really seeing anyone and I prefer seeing you, and that your exams are almost over, we could, you know, go on a date.”
Law tenses up and doesn’t say anything until he’s finished with his shoes.
When he stands up and meets Luffy’s eyes, it’s with an unpleasant feeling in his chest.
“I don’t like you like that,” he affirms. “I don’t want to date you and I don’t need you as my boyfriend.”
Luffy raises an eyebrow. “You don’t even know me.”
“You talk too much,” he adds. “You’re a nice fuck, but that’s it.”
Luffy shrugs. “You have my number if you change your mind.”
Law is bewildered by how Luffy is reacting to his refusal and doesn’t understand why, all of a sudden, he’s getting angry.
“We should probably stop seeing each other.”
Luffy looks unaffected by his proposal. “Okay,” he says with another shrug and Law doesn’t understand why that gesture gets him infuriated.
He looks into Luffy’s eyes one more time before sealing his lips tight and storming out of the bedroom. He picks up his leather jacket from the floor and rushes out of the front door, leaving Luffy and his stupid rambling behind.
He walks fast out of the building and ignores Luffy’s friends calling him and offering him a beer, he just wants to be in the safe space of his own dorm room, away from that anger, that discomfort, and most of all, from Luffy.
Bepo is still snoring when he makes his way into his room, takes off his jacket, and sits at his desk. His books and laptop are exactly where he left them, but he can’t seem to put his mind to it.
He feels angry. He feels hurt. He feels guilty.
He should be rested after the release of stress, ready to get back into studying what he loves most, and focused on the target ahead.
But he’s actually none of these things.
He’s distracted by an amused laugh and a pair of honest deep eyes.
He runs a hand through his hair and sighs deeply.
Well, fuck.