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“You know, Captain, in most cultures it’s considered rude to stare.”
Luffy seems to snap out of a trance as he turns to look at Robin. A fond look casts her beautiful features, Nami side eyes him from her seat beside Robin but doesn’t rip into him so he thinks it can’t be that rude. So he glances back towards Torao as the Heart Captain discusses something with the bear guy. “I’m not staring,” Luffy mutters as an afterthought. He’s sure Torao doesn’t mind anyways.
After all he just looks so pretty all the time, and Luffy has never denied himself the things that he enjoys. Looking at Torao is just so nice! It makes his heart beat extra hard, like before a great adventure. Especially when Torao wears his shirt open. His tattoos stand out so nice against his bronzed skin. The yellow of his shirt is reflecting in his eyes making them look extra golden. So Luffy looks, Torao doesn’t seem to notice.
Law absolutely notices. Luffy is not subtle about anything in his life and Law does not expect him to be any more so now that they are officially dating. They’ve been… affectionate for a significant amount of time by this point. Law had been hesitant to put a label to it. They’re both captains with their own goals and destinations, not to mention they’re high bounties as pirates puts them doubly at risk when together. They could also die at any time and Law has enough baggage in regards to losing those he loves. He was actually pretty positive that Luffy didn’t even experience romantic attraction at first. Law himself thought those types of relationships were stressful at best, but Luffy always has this way of surprising him. So mostly Law was just letting things happen as they did. Not pushing for anything more and trying very hard to meet Luffy where he was at.
The pace they were going was actually pretty nice. They would try to meet up every few months, sometimes it’d be longer but they were independent enough to get by on transponder calls. They kissed and cuddled and spent time together and it all came naturally. Most of the time. Law was, admittedly, pretty awkward. He wasn’t good at voicing his feelings and wasn’t very good at showing affection. Luffy didn’t seem to mind though. So they had been officially referring to each other as partners for a long enough time that it was normal for their crews.
What was new was the staring. It was infrequent at first, Luffy has random bouts of intensity sometimes, where he’ll stare at Law for a moment and then say something startlingly romantic that Law scoffs and blushes at. But Law is noticing it more lately.
Like now. Luffy is on the lawn of The Sunny with Robin and Nami, relaxed looking but staring directly at the taller captain. Law can feel his gaze on him and it’s not… uncomfortable per se, but vexing. It makes him overanalyze his own actions in an attempt to figure out what’s got such a hold on the rubber man’s attention.
He’s standing on the deck of the Polar Tang talking to Bepo and surely it’s not all that interesting. So he turns to meet Luffy’s gaze and raises an eyebrow. The younger simply smiles and waves. Shameless as always. Law rolls his eyes.
He forgets about the interaction until the following day, when Luffy decides to keep him company while Law cleans and organizes his infirmary. It doubles as an operating room so it requires diligent upkeep. Normally, this is Law’s time to be alone with his thoughts, mind wandering as he goes through the muscle memory of disinfecting tools and rotating medicines. Luffy isn’t particularly disruptive, though, so Law won’t complain about the company this time.
It’s peacefully quiet. Luffy is staring again, watching Law work. Golden eyes glance up to meet an unyielding pair of dark brown. They don’t look away. Law sighs and looks back down at his work. He waits a while, rolling a few questions round on his tongue, trying to figure out if he even cares to ask. It’s probably just another Luffy-ism.
“What are you looking at, Luffy-ya?” Luffy straightens up a bit out of the corner of Law's eye.
“I’m looking at my pretty Torao!” He says happily, like it’s obvious.
It was obvious but that wasn’t actually what Law was asking, “I mean that you’re staring. You have been staring quite often lately.”
Luffy hums in acknowledgment and sounds like he’s fidgeting, “Does it bother you? “ He asks simply.
“Not necessarily, “ Law responds, “Depends on why you’re doing it, I guess.”
“Because I like it!” Law gives Luffy an unimpressed look at his response, spurring him to continue, “Torao is just so pretty! He looks so good in all his fancy clothes and has cool tattoos and you make the cutest faces when you're focused or explaining all that complicated doctor stuff you like to talk about. And sometimes you look like, uhh, a good meal? Or if I look at you too long I kind of want to fight you, but not. I’m not sure how to explain it.”
Law’s face is burning at Luffy’s explanation. He should have expected that answer really, it just always shocks Law to hear that Luffy thinks he’s attractive, so attractive that he apparently can’t help but stare at him. And from the way he’s just described it, it sounds like- No, no, couldn’t be. Luffy is pretty clearly asexual, which doesn’t mean he’s not interested in sex at all. But he’s certainly never shown interest in it in any of the time Law’s known him. Has blatantly stated that it’s never interested him. Law doesn’t really think too hard about it, if Luffy wanted something, he wouldn’t hesitate to ask anyways. Still, Law can’t help but feel flattered that he’s got Luffy’s attention when no one else has before.
Luffy is still looking at him expectantly, Law can feel it, but he doesn’t know how to respond to that.
“Is Torao mad?” He asks after a few minutes of silent cleaning.
“No! Just- surprised. I think.”
“You think too much.” Luffy says easily.
“So I’ve been told.” Law answers, “I suppose you can look, just ask me first. It can be inappropriate in certain circumstances.”
“Okay!” Luffy agrees easily and that’s the end of it.
Or Law thought it would be. He had grossly underestimated how often the staring was occuring. Luffy was not afraid to ask either. And he did ask, all the time.
The first time is when Law’s reading in the library. He’s not much to look at in his opinion, half sprawled across a bench in jeans and a sweater that’s just a bit too big.
Luffy is barely in the door before, “Can I look, Torao?”
Law lets out a snort, “At what?” When Luffy just looks at him expectantly, he returns to his book and mutters his consent.
Luffy giggles happily and makes himself comfortable half on top of Law. He grabs a tattooed hand and rubs at the ink and Law pointedly blocks Luffy’s face from view with the book.
The next time is in the middle of a very small run in with some rookies. The Straw Hats are treating the attack like a game. Law can admit he was having a bit of fun himself, toying with the overconfident offenders. He’s got an amused grin while enemy extremities fly around. He’s dodging and flicking Kikoku at a leisurely pace, eyes on the enemy ship as he considers whether to sink it or not.
“Torao!” His eyes shift to Luffy, his grin manic. His eyes are fixed on Law, punching at bodies without looking.
Law just raises an eyebrow, what could he possibly need in the middle of- “Can I?”
It takes Law a second to understand the question. There are bullets flying towards him, but when it clicks he’s even more confused, “Eh? Now?!”
“Yes, now!” Luffy says like this isn’t a weird time to ask if he can stare at his boyfriend.
“Ugh yes just don’t get killed, dumbass!” Law grumbles just as Luffy narrowly avoids a decent sword swipe. “Fucking idiot.” He mutters and tells himself the warmth on his cheeks is from the exertion of fighting.
Another time Law is in the shower! This one really gets him because Luffy will always sit in the room with Law while he takes his daily shower. He’s a bit clingy and thinks Law needs company for such a ‘boring task’. Law’s hoping it’ll encourage the rubber captain to shower more often himself. It’s only sort of working.
Law expected the immediate chatter. He was not expecting, however, the “Oi! Torao, can I?”
The older pirate freezes for a second, hands paused half buried in his soapy hair. He chances a glance over at the other man. He almost looks completely unapologetic, if not for the tiniest tinge of pink on rubber cheeks. He’s looking pointedly into amber eyes.
Law feels the heat in his face even under the spray of hot water. He’s never really wanted this kind of attention from anyone but coming from Luffy? Something about it made his head spin a little.
“Please.” Luffy tacks on like an afterthought, as if that doesn’t throw Law deeper into a spiral.
He tries very hard not to appear embarrassed when he nods but he has to look away. He’s not sure if it’s better or worse not knowing where exactly he’s looking.
Luffy continues his chattering like usual.
And it doesn’t stop there. Law could be doing literally anything. Sharpening Kikoku? Eating dinner? “Can I, Torao?” Sparring? Changing his clothes? It’s all the time! He asks so often they’re crewmates have caught on to the meaning. He’s basically a peeping tom and Law hadn’t even noticed until he made him start asking! The knowledge that Luffy was looking so much and how often he was looking at Law naked made the older pirate flush to his ears if he thought about it too much. It was a lot.
Law was lost in thought as he entered The Tang’s kitchen, barely noticing the mix of Straw Hats and Hearts loitering around. He doesn’t acknowledge anyone, just starts the process of brewing a fresh pot of coffee.
“What’s got you all worked up, Cap?” Penguin asks casually from his seat. He’s got Usopp and Shachi beside him and Ikkaku and Nami are sitting across from them. Law doesn’t respond, just watches the coffee drip into the pot, hoping to send a clear ‘not in the mood’.
“He’s frustrated ‘cause Straw Hat won’t stop ogling him all the time.” Ikkaku pipes up. Apparently the message was not received. Law gives her a flat look. The staring was obvious to everyone but he wasn’t exactly seeking advice at the moment. He was letting shit happen the same way he always went about him and Straw Hat’s relationship. “C’mon, Cap, just let him jump your bones!!”
Law’s flat look becomes a harsh glare as giggles erupt around the table, it seems to only really deter the sniper.
“Be nice to the poor guy. Torao’s got the patience of a saint here, I don’t even think Luffy realizes what he wants yet.” Nami says as if it’s painful for her to watch, not that anyone was asking her to.
“Does Straw Hat even know what sex is? He seems like he hasn’t even had The Talk yet.” Shachi asks, curiously. Law stares painstakingly at the gurgling coffee pot, willing it to finish filtering faster so he could leave the room.
“Oh he has definitely had the talk. Repeatedly, apparently, because no one believes him. ” Nami says, then her voice turns bitter, “Trust me, it’s the only bet I’ve ever lost money on. Truly devastating.”
“Are you sure he retained any of it?” Ikkaku asks. Law sighs in small relief as he quickly pours his caffeinated drink into a mug. He’s clanking things around aggressively.
“He knew it all. We questioned him for hours. He even knows about fetishes and stuff, gay, straight, boy, girl, you name it, someone has explained it to him. He just never pursued any of it.” Nami explains further.
“To be honest, I thought he was the type to sleep around casually with how overly friendly he is. It’s not like he doesn’t have the opportunities.” Penguin contributes which sends a spike of further irritation through Law at the thought of Luffy sleeping with other people. Not that he can’t do what he wants, especially before he and Law were even a thing but it doesn’t mean Law wants to sit here theorizing. He’s about to turn around and tell them all that they’re out of line when Straw Hat himself comes waltzing in.
The room goes dead silent at his arrival. He pauses for a second and blinks owlishly at the group of pirates. They look as if they’ve been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Law is very annoyed and not interested in letting this type of talk continue, since it’s none of their damn business whether he and Luffy were fucking, the little gossips.
“What’re you guys talkin’ about?” Luffy asks simply, tactless as ever.
“Nothin’!” Shachi supplies quickly just as Ikkaku pipes up, grin wicked, “We’re trying to figure out when you’re going to blow our captain’s back out!”
Law’s jaw drops at the same time the rest of the group, including Luffy, burst out into cackles. Law sets his mug down loudly and forms a Room. Everyone clears out of the kitchen before he can even finish saying the word.
They can run now, but he will be rearranging some limbs later.
They’re having a party now. Again. Since the two crews will be parting ways in just a day or two. Law is watching the party happen from his spot on the deck of The Polar Tang. The celebration has spread out across the beach and onto The Sunny, leaving the sub to the more introverted of the crews. Which means Law is sitting against the railing by himself, people watching, just how he likes it. It’s nice and peaceful, watching his friends dance around and enjoy themselves. As much as he chastises them for all the excess partying, it’s good to see everyone happy and relaxed. These types of moments can be rare and fleeting. Law is hyper aware of that.
His eyes scan the partygoers for a particular straw hat, it doesn’t take long to find Luffy dancing around with a very drunk Usopp, saving the sniper from tumbling off the table he’s standing on and laughing loudly when he just stumbles off the opposite side. Law feels an affectionate smile worm its way onto his features. Luffy looks so happy, his grin takes up his whole face and he spreads joy like an infectious disease. A pandemic of delight, wreaking havoc at every turn and somehow only becoming more endeared to everyone.
Law’s heart does this little pitter patter the more he watches the younger man. It was nice to be the one doing the staring for once. He was an attractive guy after all. All toned muscle and powerful determination. Harsh scars contrasting with soft features and -
Oh! Brown eyes are looking back at him now. Law just cracks a small smile, tilts his head just a bit and raises an eyebrow.
Luffy’s smile shifts a little to his Law exclusive smile, the one that’s just the right mix of affection and intrigue, and truly that’s Law’s most favorite one. So he grins just a bit wider and nods his head up in invitation.
Within seconds, sandals are slapping onto The Tang’s deck. “Hello my pretty Torao! Why are you all alone over here?” Luffy teases and Law has a very hard time thinking of something snarky to say as he approaches.
“Just thinking.” He says as a rubber hand guides him to his feet.
“Always the thinking with you.” Luffy mutters while he pulls Law's arms until they’re resting comfortably on rubber shoulders. He smacks a kiss on the side of Law’s tanned jaw and squeezes the taller pirate around the middle. “What could that big brain be thinkin’ about when there’s a party to have fun at.”
“Thinkin’ about how my dumb, attractive Luffy-ya should come closer. ” Law says right up against the other’s lips. He must be feeling bold. Normally he would never say something so flirtatious. He mostly means it teasing; to poke fun, but something about his words has his partner's eyes sharpening.
“Silly, Torao,” Luffy says and he kisses Law on the lips this time.
Of course Law kisses back, always does. He's learned to soak up any and all affection he can get from the younger captain.
It's a slow thing, the kind of kiss that makes Law's brain shut off for a second. He's so taken with the other man that he doesn't actually process his sentence right away.
"Let's go lay down, Torao." Once he understands the statement, Law feels his damn cheeks heat up again. Surely he means it completely innocent but it definitely sounded like a proposition.
"You forget yourself, Mugiwara-ya. " Law manages to scoff.
Luffy appears as comfortable as ever, just laughs and literally sweeps Law off of his feet. He carries the taller pirate straight into the Polar Tang, headed towards the captain's quarters. Law pointedly does not react, accepting long ago that Luffy will haul him around like a potato sack whether he protests or not.
Still, on principle, "You know I am capable of walking, Luffy-ya."
"Sure I do! " Luffy says as he dumps Law into his own bed, hat tumbling off to the side, "this way is more fun though!"
Law barely hums a half acknowledgement. He just sprawls out and makes himself comfortable. He closes his eyes and tries to relax. That stupid talk from earlier was making him read too deeply into things. The sounds of Luffy locking the door were normal for when they spent any meaningful time in Law's room. And yet his mind was in the gutter anyways. All the attention lately wasn't exactly helping either. It gave the Heart Captain a certain ego boost. It was almost embarrassing how much he wanted to preen under the other pirate’s gaze.
"Torao," Luffy's voice pulls him from his thoughts into the present where he realizes it has gone quiet. He peaks an eye open to see Luffy standing a half step from the door, as if frozen. Law makes a confused sound.
Luffy licks his lips, "Can I look, Torao? " he asks very quietly, like he's treading carefully, but his voice has that deeper grumble to it that he's only heard in the midst of a particularly serious fight.
Law hasn't said no yet, and he doesn't think now's the time to start. He nods before he even really considers the question.
He thinks maybe he should have considered it more because the way Luffy's eyes rake over him has him swallowing a mouth full of spit. Brown eyes trace up long, jean clad legs, landing where a yellow shirt has started to bunch up, showing a teasing flash of Law's stomach and hips.
It's oddly erotic, he can almost feel the ghost of a touch as Luffy continues looking. But what really has blood rushing straight to Law's dick is the look in Luffy's eyes, hungry, as if he really did look like a feast laid out for the other. It feels startlingly fast when a rubber knee lands onto the bed between Law's legs. Before he knows it Luffy's leaning over him for a kiss.
Law's head spins as he's pressed into the sheets. Luffy's tongue pushes into his mouth and Law struggles to keep up. He buries tattooed hands into messy dark locks to pull the other captain closer, despite the way he's panting for breath.
Law rarely wants. Right now, he can't figure out how to proceed. He hates asking for things, feels embarrassed by just the thought of voicing his wants. But with Luffy on him, licking into his mouth, he wants Luffy.
He gasps and tenses up for a moment, because a toned thigh is pressed firmly against the erection in Law's pants. He knows the other can definitely feel his arousal and he waits for any type of reaction because while they've made out plenty, even heavy petting was new territory.
Luffy pulls back and Law thinks it ends there but then the rubber pirate is rocking up experimentally. The friction has the older twitching at the tiny shock of pleasure that shoots through him.
Then golden eyes crack open to see Luffy watching his face with an intense look. The next push between his legs has Law whimpering out a quiet, "Luffy-ya.. "
Law feels nervous. High strung. He wonders if Luffy knows how much of an effect he has on the other. If he thinks it's normal that Law's already squirming under him from just some kissing and frottage.
He doesn't want to admit what the staring does to him either.
Luffy's eyes dilate at the sound of his name tumbling out of Torao's mouth. He wonders if he's ever said it like that before, all shy and out of breath, maybe while he touches himself and thinks about him. He looks so pretty already with his eyes fluttering and cheeks flushed.
Luffy grins as the thought enters his head. He adjusts Torao's pretty long legs to rest on his hips, hands trailing along toned thighs.
"Torao," he mutters, sitting up between the others legs. Torao blinks at him hazily, looking like he's scared to move. "Pretty Torao~" he sing-songs, smirking mischievously. This makes Torao squint suspiciously.
"Yes, Luffy-ya? " he asks, going for sarcastic but mostly sounding winded.
Luffy tries not to let his excitement show too much. He doesn't usually hold back but he wants to make sure Torao is comfortable. He can be easily startled when making 'big steps'. But Luffy isn't ever shy about saying what's on his mind, so he makes direct eye contact with his partner when he makes his request.
"I want to see you touch yourself." He says, head tilting forward, "Can I, Torao? Please? "
Law feels his entire face nearly burst into flames. His brain nearly short circuits entirely. "You want what?!"
Luffy quickly starts pecking kisses all over the olders face. "Please, Torao? I bet you look so pretty-"
Law uses his open palm to push Luffy's face away from his own. His other hand comes up to hide his burning face, whole body curling up a bit. "Luffy-ya, that's fucking embarrassing! " he spits. As if Luffy has any concept of shame.
Luffy just grabs the hand from his own face and uses it to pull Law closer by the wrist. "Why's it embarrassing? " he asks simply. "Torao looks so good like this, I want to see what he looks like when he feels good. Plus if I see how you like it, I can-"
"Fine! " Law interrupts, voice muffled by his own arm now completely thrown over his face. He doesn't think he can hear the rest of that sentence. "Fine." He mutters again and takes a deep breath. He makes no move for a minute, trying to reason with himself.
Having Luffy over him, watching him while he masturbates sounds absolutely humiliating. Shamefully, he also acknowledges that the idea makes his dick twitch in his too tight jeans. He hates that every flagrant compliment that flies out of that idiot's mouth fuels the fire in his belly. Luffy is incapable of lying which means him talking like that is giving Law a head rush.
After a few steadying breaths, Law moves the hand he's not hiding behind to his exposed hip, fingers grazing the hem of his pants. His blush has definitely spread to his ears but he tries to pretend the other isn't there. That he's alone in his room, simply thinking about this very scenario instead of actually being in it.
It's difficult when he can feel Luffy's gaze boring into him; can hear his heavy breathing.
Law bites his lip and palms himself through his clothes. A shuddering sigh escapes him. He hears a hum of approval from above. Arousal shoots up his spine at the noise. Surely Luffy can't be getting much from this, he tells himself.
He quickly moves on, dick straining in his too tight jeans. Just as Law's hand moves to undo the button of his pants, a second set of hands pushes up under his shirt. He can't help moaning softly into his own arm at the contact. The path tracing up his stomach feels static charged. He can’t tell if he’s nervous or if it’s because of who exactly is touching him. Law's legs squeeze around Luffy's waist and the reminder of their position has him bucking into his own hand when he finally gets it into his pants.
“Pretty Torao…” He hears. It’s huffed out like Luffy doesn’t realize he’s spoken. Law bites hard on his own lip, trying not to embarrass himself further with his own noises. He risks a peek from under his elbow, too anxious to keep his eyes closed.
“Fuck,” he whispers because the way Luffy is looking at him has his hand tightening on his dick. Luffy’s eyes are glazed over with lust but he seems dead set on taking in every piece of Law that he can see. His hands are tracing reverently over dark ink and the way he seems to tower over the other, all dense muscle and barely contained power, has Law moaning softly to the thought of more.
Brown eyes shoot up to meet gold at the sound. Law feels the air punch out of his lungs at the feral look in the younger’s eyes. It seems like a dam has broken in Luffy once they’re eyes locked because suddenly he was talking, talking a lot.
“You sound so nice, Torao. You’re so amazing, so good for me.” He mutters in between wet kisses along Law’s jaw. “I love Torao’s pretty noises, and soft skin, and you smell so sweet.” Law squirms under the attention, one hand slowly stroking himself in the confines of his own pants, the other burying itself in dark, messy hair. “Luffy-ya-” He manages to whimper in an attempt to get him to stop saying all that shit but he can’t get much more out. Luffy bites down on his neck, just on the right side of painful, forcing a choked moan out of the taller. “I especially love when you say my name like that,” Luffy growls against a pierced ear, hands pushing into the back of spotted jeans, forcing Law’s hips off the bed enough to push the pants down. “Do you think about me when you do this? Do you pretend it’s me touching you?”
“Shut up.” Law’s panting now. He had not been expecting this but he was quickly discovering he would do almost anything if Luffy asked. The way his words twisted up his stomach in all the right ways, the feeling of his hands on him. He wanted more, anything Luffy would give him. He wanted-
“Show me how you like to be touched, Torao.”
Law quickly found himself pushing at his jeans again, Luffy pulling back enough to help him kick them off. He only had to stretch a little bit to get to his night stand, returning with a small bottle of lube right as Luffy was making himself comfortable between his legs again. Law managed to pour some onto his fingers before he suddenly felt very vulnerable. He was spread out under Luffy, in just a t-shirt, about to finger himself just because Luffy asked him how he liked to be touched.
Luffy grins and presses an encouraging kiss to Law's knee, eyes full of want and affection. Law has to screw his eyes shut and cover them with his free hand before he can reach down and prod at his entrance. “Fuck,” he mutters and he has to move his hand over his mouth to muffle the moan when he presses a finger in. He’s got long fingers but he can’t ever reach much when he does this himself. Always just barely satisfying enough to get off.
A higher noise escapes through his fingers when he imagines Luffy as the one stretching him. A firm hand grips Law’s thigh and really this is so embarrassing but also so infuriatingly hot. Stupid Luffy and his stupid ideas and his stupid impulsiveness. It’s not fair, the grip that Luffy has on him, the way Law feels high under his sharp gaze.
He has to bite down on his fist when he presses a second finger into himself. He can feel himself pushing back onto his hand and he flushes all over again at the reminder that he’s on display for Luffy to see and God he doesn’t do this often, even by himself but something about this is just so-
Law’s eyes shoot open when a hand plants itself beside his head. At some point, his fist had moved from his mouth and instead was clutching the pillow above his head. Luffy’s eyes are blown wide as he leans over the older pirate. He looks almost in a trance as he presses their mouths together, tongue invading Law’s mouth slowly, like he wanted to map out the whole thing.
Then Luffy’s other hand skims over the skin of a tattooed forearm, loosely gripping the wrist between Law’s legs. He breaks the kiss with a sharp gasp because Luffy was guiding Law’s hand in and out of himself in slow, firm strokes. His cock was leaking against his stomach, hard and heavy.
“Fuck, Law,” Luffy groans out and Law clenches on his own fingers, unable to stop the quiet moans stuttering out because Luffy rarely swears and even rarer does he say Law’s name. “You look so… shit… can I?” His fingertips barely touch where Law’s are pressed into himself and Law feels like he’s losing his mind.
“Ah! - Please!-” He barely stutters because he’d give Luffy literally anything right now. Still, he whines when his hand is pulled away from his twitching hole.
Luffy smirks teasingly when he presses a soft kiss to his palm. Then he splays the lube covered fingers over his chest where his red shirt is open. Law registers the steady heartbeat thrumming against his skin before his hand is dragged slowly over firm abs. He watches in dazed fascination as Luffy guides his hand down until he’s pressing the shape of his very hard and very big dick into his palm.
Another moan escapes his lips as he squeezes Luffy through his unbuttoned shorts and really when had he unbuttoned those? Where had his sash gone? Law doesn’t have time to contemplate this, too distracted by Luffy’s reaction. He bites his lip and rocks his whole body forward into Law’s touch, eyes heavy lidded and staring intently at him.
With what looks like intense focus, Luffy finds the abandoned lube and squirts some messily onto his own fingers. The promise that comes with that action has Law’s hands fumbling when he pushes his way into the others pants in order to get his hand wrapped around Luffy’s dick. He has no right being this hot with lube smeared down his front, panting and rutting into Law’s hand.
Luffy drags his wet hand over Law’s hole before finally sinking two fingers into him. Law’s toes curl and he keens pathetically because Luffy’s fingers are thicker than his own. He’s agonizingly slow, thrusting shallowly into the older man. Law squeezes the cock in his hand and glares at the other pirate, rocking his hips to try and reach deeper.
Luffy just drops his forehead against Law’s, eyes fluttering for a second. Then he’s thrusting his fingers in to the knuckle, forcing out a startled moan. It only takes a couple tries for Luffy to find that spot Law can never quite reach on his own. He grabs at a rubber shoulder and chokes out, “F-fuck, Luffy!”
The self satisfied grin that consumes Luffy’s own flushed face makes Law angry and horny. The worst part is that Luffy can feel every clench Law makes and has always been able to read him easily. Still, Law stubbornly bites his lip and tries his damndest to not be so easy. He strokes the younger captain steadily to even the playing field but Luffy just grins wider. Mischievous as he adjusted to finger Law at the same pace he was getting jerked off at.
Law’s resolve didn’t last long as Luffy continued to match his strokes, targeting his sweet spot with every inward thrust. He couldn’t help the airy moans babbling out of him at the shocks of pleasure shooting up his spine. He thought Luffy touching him like this would only happen in his dreams and yet here they are. And fuck it was almost like they were-
“Seas, Torao, you should see yourself.” Luffy nearly slurs, “You look so amazing. I want to eat you alive.”
And fuck if that didn’t have Law close. Luffy’s touch, his voice, his gaze, he felt like he was drowning in it. The other man’s name tumbled out of his mouth in between staccato moans like a mantra.
“Do you feel good, Torao?” He asked, fingers curling inside him in a way that made him tense, a fire in the pit of his stomach. Law vaguely processes Luffy’s hips stuttering against his hand.
“Next time I’ll fuck you then, yeah?” Luffy mutters against Law’s mouth. The words seem to hit just right because a second later Law’s yanking the rubber captain close and coming,throwing his head back and babbling nonsense. Luffy holds his face gently, coming in Law’s hand with a quiet grunt, apparently appreciating the show.
It takes them both a second to collect themselves, but Luffy, ever energetic, is the first to move. He pecks small kisses all over Law’s face as he withdraws his fingers. He rubs random patterns over tattooed skin and gets comfortable, draped across the other.
He heaves a big, happy sigh into the side of Law’s neck. Law drags his heavy feeling arms up to wrap around rubber shoulders. He feels sticky and sweaty, but he also feels relaxed and there’s a giddy little buzz in his chest.
Luffy sits up just enough to grin at his partner, “Thanks, Torao!” He says simply.
Law tries to portray an unimpressed and definitely not flustered glare. Luffy just giggles at him, somehow sinking them both even further into the bed. Law feels a bit blindsided and also not at all surprised by this turn of events. In hindsight, he should’ve seen it coming a mile away. Still, he’s gotta ask,
“So what brought all that on?”
Luffy hums noncommittal, “Just felt like it.” Law gives a flat look, so Luffy rolls onto his side and elaborates, “I didn’t realize I wanted this stuff until I heard Nami and them talking in the kitchen about how you might be interested in this kind of stuff. And I thought well if it’s Torao I wouldn’t mind trying it out and it was great! You liked it a lot too, so we should do this kind of thing more! If you want to.”
It takes a minute for Law to process that. Once he does, though, he isn’t sure how to put into words the kinds of gooey feelings in him that Luffy’s words have caused.
“Shower.” Law grumbles, changing the subject. It only takes some convincing for Luffy to join him. He wonders if this will have helped Luffy get all the staring out of his system. At least for a while. Not that Law’s complaining, he’ll take any and all attention Luffy will give him, which extends to sex apparently. And really Law doesn’t deserve such a considerate, loving boyfriend. As a pirate, he’ll selfishly accept the affections of one Monkey D. Luffy, who the Most Beautiful woman herself couldn’t win over. Law’s pride really gets something out of that.
“You’re cute when you smile.” Luffy says and smacks a loud kiss on Law’s cheek. Instead of acknowledging that he’d been caught thinking about gay shit, he shoves the shorter under the spray of water.
“You’re so fucking embarrassing.” Law mutters.
The staring does not improve.