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Doflamingo had been pestering Crocodile. While this was normal, the topic lately was sex. From the clearest implications to the most subtle gestures, Crocodile was able to pick them up, much to his annoyance. While he entertained the idea of the two of them fucking, he was far too busy to make time for that sort of thing. Each time Doflamingo made his surprise visits, it pushed back everything that Crocodile meticulously planned out. A carefully planned schedule was ruined due to a bird’s persistence. Completely ruined! It was starting to get on his nerves.
So when Doflamingo barged right into his office, it was the last straw. He crushed his cigar on the ashtray and shoved aside his paperwork before stomping right up to the flamingo with a snarl.
“We’ll fuck when you show me what’s under those glasses,” Crocodile hissed before making way for the exit. He was about to leave when a hand grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back.
“Wait, wait,” Doflamingo spun him around. “What did you just say? Say that again.”
“If you take off those glasses, we can have sex.”
There was a short pause before Doflamingo spoke again. “Really?” he asked, genuinely surprised.
“Do I have to keep repeating myself?!” Crocodile shook off Doflamingo’s hand. “Now if you can excuse me, I’ll–”
“Fine.”
Crocodile paused. “What?”
“I’ll take off my glasses.”
“What?” he asked again, stumped as he stared at Doflamingo.
“Fufufu, if that’s what it takes then I’ll take them off for you, baby~”
He messed up. It wasn’t supposed to go this way. Doflamingo was supposed to leave it at that, defeated. For a second, Crocodile thought that he was joking until he grabbed the white frames of his glasses.
“Wait—“
It was too late. Doflamingo’s hand lifted up his glasses, pulling them off his face. And at that moment, Crocodile’s world froze. The flamingo laughed at Crocodile’s expression, wide-eyed and shocked.
“What do you think~?” he purred out.
It took a couple of seconds before Crocodile snapped out of it. It was starting to dawn on him that he didn’t just mess up. He was fucked. Soon quite literally. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting under the glasses but it definitely wasn’t this.
Red eyes under long golden lashes stared at him. The left eye was lighter than the right, milky in color. Doflamingo was undeniably attractive, so very much so. So when Crocodile noticed the scar running across his left eye, his heart throbbed.
Doflamingo’s smile widened as he leaned in towards him.
“You’re turning red, Croccy,” he chuckled. “Is something the matter?”
Now with that face up close, Crocodile’s mind began to race with risqué images with Doflamingo’s face in the focus. Just imagining all the expressions that bird could make caused all the heat on his face to rush down to his groin.
Doflamingo was going to say something again when Crocodile suddenly grabbed him by the arm and pulled him out of the office. He would have laughed at how fast the reptile’s demeanor changed if he wasn’t immediately dragged to the bedroom.
He was delighted, excited that the idea of them having sex was coming true.
“Prepare yourself, Crocodile~I’m going to fuck you so good.”
Crocodile frowned.
“… What are you talking about? I’m the one who’s fucking you.”
The two stared at each other, slowly realizing that they weren’t thinking the same thing.
“You said you’d let me fuck you if I take off my glasses!” Doflamingo exclaimed. “Don’t tell me you’re breaking your end of your agreement!”
“I said ‘we can have sex’,” Crocodile pointed out. “I never said that you can fuck me.”
“In that case, you never said that I’ll be the receiving either.”
This went back and forth for a little while with Crocodile shutting down each one of Doflamingo’s protests. Now they stood on either side of the bed, looking at each other in tensed silence.
Crocodile had a newfound desire—to see what kind of faces that flamingo would make while under him. The flamingo would look so damn good but he bet the bird would look even better with a dick stuffed in his mouth. That would shut him up and him being unable to sprout any more nonsense was an added bonus.
Doflamingo wanted to see a more vulnerable expression from Crocodile. Having the other under him, face red while moaning loudly… Moaning his name. He finally was given the opportunity to make it happen and he isn’t going to back down. Fortunately, it looked like Crocodile was losing his patience little by little, brows burrowing with each passing second. A little push and he should fall over.
He decided to change tactics.
“Crocodile~” Doflamingo let out a purr. “I’m obviously the bigger person here in height and length, I should be the one that–”
“I’m older.” Crocodile’s interruption was flat and short.
Doflamingo’s smile froze. “What?”
Crocodile crossed his arms across his chest.
“I have more experience than you.”
Somebody like Crocodile having more experience than him? In sex? Doflamingo burst out laughing after processing what the other said. Now that was something.
“You…? More experienced?” he repeated between laughter. “I didn’t know you were capable of making such jokes, Crocodile-man!”
Crocodile glared at him.
“Just hurry up and strip,” he barked, impatiently. “ Now .”
Doflamingo’s smile broadened. It seemed like the push didn’t make the reptile fall over. That was fine. He’d just have to play along for now.
“As you wish~”
He shrugged off his pink feathered coat, letting it fall to the ground behind him. He kicked off his shoes while pulling off his white shirt and then threw it over his shoulders. When his hands started to reach down to his pants, he felt Crocodile’s eyes on him, intense and heavy. Doflamingo gave a sly smile as he began to work on his pants in a tortuously slow manner. It took a long moment before he pulled down his pants to reveal his pink-colored boxers.
Annoyance flashed through Crocodile’s face. He reached outwards and used his hook to pull Doflamingo forward by his neck. He tripped, stumbling in his half-off pants but managed to catch himself on the edge of the bed.
This position leveled the two to see eye to eye with Crocodile’s knees on the bed and Doflamingo hovering over the mattress.
“I’m not doing this,” Crocodile hissed at him. “Waste time again and you won’t like what’s coming next.” The tip of his hook was brought threateningly close to the other’s jugular.
Despite the fact that a single movement would have Doflamingo bleeding out on the floor, he was unfazed, even smiling at Crocodile.
“If you’re in such a hurry, how about you take them off yourself?”
Crocodile stared at him, considering it for a moment before pulling his hook down. It cut through the fabric easily, allowing it to fall to the floor. His eyes lowered, taking in what was in front of him.
Doflamingo’s length and girth were impressive. At half-hard, it was more than just impressive. Crocodile hated to admit it but Doflamingo was in fact, bigger than him, and not by a little. His gaze must have lingered on his crotch a second too long as Doflamingo began to chuckle.
“Well? Can you take it?”
Crocodile shot him a glare. “Don’t get ahead of yourself now. You will be the one receiving it.”
“Fufufu… We’ll see about that. Should we establish a safe word?“
“I have no need for those but go ahead and make one for yourself.”
Doflamingo chuckled.
“I’m only asking in case you’d want one but I guess wrong… Well then, how should we start?”
Crocodile answered in a heartbeat.
“Suck me off.”
Wasting no more time, Doflamingo’s hands reach out towards Crocodile’s belt. He lets him fumble with it while he propped himself down, hand (and hook) on the mattress while his legs hang off the bed. The other man dropped to his knees on the floor when he managed to unbuckle Crocodile’s pants and pull down his boxers, allowing his cock to spring forward.
“Do you think you can take me?” Crocodile questioned him with a smirk playing on his face.
Doflamingo looked amused but didn't answer. Instead, he leaned forward, drawing out his tongue to run it to the tip, starting from the shaft. It was slow and deliberate, sending shivers up Crocodile’s back.
Crocodile could only watch with awe as Doflamingo repeated it from different angles, letting his tongue drag up and down his length, wet and long. While his tongue worked near the top, fingers began to slide up and down the rest. A delicate kiss was planted at the tip and he was so very glad that he was sitting, otherwise his legs would have given out. Warmth began to flood his senses as Doflamingo took him inside his mouth. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any warmer, Doflamingo took him deeper in one quick motion. He gasped as he reached out, fingers frantically tugging the blonde hair to keep Doflamingo from swallowing him whole.
“Don’t be greedy,” he growled roughly. “Do it slow.”
After a slight pause, he let go of his hair, resting his hand on top of Doflamingo’s head instead. Surprisingly obedient, Doflamingo complied, taking his sweet time while running his tongue all over. Him being this compliant was a pleasant surprise and Crocodile wanted to enjoy it while it lasts. So he sat back and let Doflamingo do his thing.
And oh how fucking good Doflamingo was at this—it has Crocodile groaning and biting his lips as he felt his tongue swiping and flicking over at all the right places.
Doflamingo pressed his forearms on Crocodile’s thighs, preventing him from moving upwards into his mouth. Crocodile let him have that small bit of control while he let out a pleased hum, feeling as if he was on cloud nine.
“Good… very good…”
There was a rising level of heat burning through his body which kicked up a notch when Crocodile met Doflamingo’s gaze. He let out a shaky breath. Doflamingo was looking up at him through his long, blonde lashes. God… He was right about how Doflamingo would look while sucking his dick. It was so fucking erotic with his lips around Crocodile’s length. He could get off on that sight alone.
“Mm… You’re so fucking good, Doffy.”
Hearing this, Doflamingo started working more enthusiastically. His tongue wrapped around Crocodile’s erection, making sure he covered every inch of it. He completely disregarded Crocodile’s earlier demand to go slow and engulfed him entirely.
“Fuck…!” Crocodile cursed out and Doflamingo let out a hum, amused by the strong reaction. It sends a vibration that he could feel right on his cock, spiking up the sensations.
Crocodile tried to find a way to gain back some control. Once Doflamingo’s forearms lifted a bit, he took this opportunity to thrust his hips forward into the man’s mouth. The noise that Doflamingo made was an obscene, surprised choking noise as the cock went deep into his throat. Despite this, he recovered quickly and went right back to sucking and licking even while the dick was in the back of his throat.
It was fast, too fast in Crocodile’s opinion. His fingers curl around the blonde hair in an attempt to take control of the movement. Doflamingo doesn’t let this deter him even a little bit, determined to taste every inch of him and send the other over the edge while he’s at it.
Crocodile’s grip tightened as he cursed again, louder this time. His head arched up as he came directly into Doflamingo’s mouth. He felt the flamingo bastard eagerly swallow before pulling back.
“You… piece of…”
Crocodile was about to curse him out until he paused, his eyes landing on him. Doflamingo was letting his tongue hang with cum dripping down to his chin. He watched him wipe his chin with his hand and licked his fingers, one by one. He was gazing directly at him while doing this and with that cocky smile on his face, the bird knew exactly what he was doing.
Mesmerized by the sight before him, Crocodile watched as he licked and sucked his fingers clean, making sure to get every last drop. He let out a shaky breath, wishing that Doflamingo’s mouth was back around his dick.
As Doflamingo stood up, he slide a hand up the other’s body and stopped once he got to Crocodile’s chest. With a gentle push, Crocodile’s back was on the mattress and Doflamingo was leaning over him, his other hand propping himself up from the bed.
“Did you enjoy that, Croccy?” he asked in a low, husky voice. He reached up and cupped one side of his cheek, fingers cool to Crocodile’s burning, flushed face. “Well? Tell me.”
Crocodile thought the answer was obvious. Doflamingo must be wanting to hear it directly from him, a confirmation to inflate his already huge ego. Crocodile isn’t about to do that, at least not this easily.
“You’re rather experienced in this field…” Crocodile smirked. “Do you suck people off often?”
“What can I say? I’m just a natural,” he answered. “I’m a natural kisser as well~”
Crocodile raises a brow. “Oh? Hurry and prove it to me then.”
Doflamingo slid his hand from Crocodile’s cheek to his chin, tilting it up. They lock eyes for a brief moment, the reptile’s gold eyes bore into his red ones before his lips press onto Crocodile’s mouth. Crocodile was too caught up in the heat to even care that his own dick was in Doflamingo’s mouth just moments ago. It was soft and sweet until Doflamingo bit Crocodile’s lower lips which got a soft gasp in return. His tongue slipped in and Doflamingo’s fingers entangled themselves in Crocodile’s long, raven-black locks. There was a strong taste of cigar but Doflamingo didn't mind, especially when Crocodile’s own tongue readily met with his, now entwining with one another.
It was hot and messy, only broken by soft groans and panting. A line of drools followed Doflamingo as he pulled back with a huff.
“It’s not fair I’m the only one naked here,” Doflamingo muttered between pants. “Let me help you out of these clothes.”
Doflamingo’s hands slid down from Crocodile’s head and began to work on undressing. He started with the hook first, popping it off and letting it roll to the floor. With the help of his strings, he cut the clothes to avoid even the slightest hassle of removing them before tossing them off the bed. He can always sew them back up and Crocodile doesn’t seem to mind.
Crocodile let Doflamingo do the work, watching him with half-lidded eyes as Doflamingo kisses each newly uncovered skin. He bit him too, teeth sinking into flesh enough to cause the right amount of pain for an explosive spark of pleasure that made Crocodile’s toes curl.
Crocodile groaned at it all while Doflamingo decorated his body with marks. Once the reptile’s upper body was fully exposed, Doflamingo shamelessly squeezed his pecs and then ran his hands all over each curve and line of his muscles while he let the strings finish the job of undressing.
Crocodile was breathtaking to look at. While his skin was pale in comparison to Doflamingo, each of his muscles was well refined. He was well endowed for a man, making Doflamingo wish the man doesn’t dress so modestly so he can gaze at the massive chest whenever he pleases. At the same time, he was glad that it was all hidden away from prying eyes. Having it all displayed in front of him… Doflamingo couldn’t help but lick his lips in anticipation.
Once all of Crocodile’s clothes were taken off, Doflamingo grind their arousals together, relishing in the hitched breath that came from the other.
“Let me fuck you, baby,” Doflamingo crooned. “I’d give you a turn next time.”
Crocodile let out a low growl of pleasure in response when Doflamingo jerked his hips forward which pressed their bodies firmly together.
Crocodile knew better than to trust Doflamingo on his promise but right now he just wants to fulfill what his body wants. Arguing with him will get them nowhere and he can’t have that, especially not when he’s this turned on.
“Hah… Fine, Doffy! Alright!”
Doflamingo’s smile widened as he pulled back. Someone tossed him a bottle of lube which he caught with one hand. Crocodile turned his head, eyes widening in dismay at a second Doflamingo in the room and just as naked.
“He’s been there for a while, haven't you noticed? It’s my string clone.”
The clone does a slow turnaround with a sultry smile plastered on his face. “Like what you see, Croccy?” it purred out.
It looked and sounded just like Doflamingo, down to the smallest details. If the clone wasn’t wearing the glasses, Crocodile would have never been able to tell them apart.
“When were you able to do that…?”
Doflamingo laughed.
“Always. Though, it’s the first time that I’ve used this ability in this sort of situation. Now that there’s another me, have you changed your mind about using a safe word, Croccy?”
One Doflamingo was already a handful but with two… Crocodile eyed the flamingo, who was smiling and clearly feeling like he had won and Crocodile can’t have that.
“I’ve told you before, I don’t need it.”
Doflamingo scowled.
“How do I know if I should stop then?”
“I’ll grab you and dry you up. Don’t worry, it’ll only be the part I touch.”
Doflamingo grimaced at Crocodile’s words, unsure if he should be thankful or afraid. A reaction which brought a chuckle from Crocodile and now he doesn’t know if the reptile was joking or serious.
“Doffy, don’t keep me waiting now…”
His voice was thick and Doflamingo caught the undertone of an unmistakable feeling of need. Crocodile was telling him to fuck him already. The unspoken words set Doflamingo ablaze again and his worries dissipated.
He wet his lips and nodded. On cue, the string copy crawled onto the bed and pulled Crocodile along with it. The clone’s head laid against the pillows with Crocodile on top of him.
“Slide down a bit for me, Croccy,” it cooed. “And get on your knees.”
Crocodile did as he was told and once he was down far enough, the clone grabbed his hair and pushed his head down. The string puppet’s dick presses against Crocodile’s cheek.
“I’ll let you have a taste of him,” Doflamingo said behind Crocodile. “Well, he’s certainly lacking in some areas but I think you’ll be able to have some fun anyway.”
“Making me suck your puppet off…” Crocodile tutted. “Are you afraid that I’d bite? Or that I’d dry up your dick?”
“Don’t mention that to those things while talking about my dick! Both the biting and the drying.”
“Hmm… but your twin here seems excited.” Crocodile eyed the string copy’s hard erection. “Very excited.”
“If you have to bite, then go ahead and bite my string clone. Or dry him up if you can,” Doflamingo told him as he poured lube out onto his right hand. “While you’re doing that, I’ll make sure you’re nicely stretched out.”
The clone rubbed its dick against Crocodile’s lips in slow circles, with a wide cocky grin. “Open wide, Croccy~” it chirped. “And go easy on me, okay?”
Crocodile opened his mouth, letting the clone guide itself in. As more inches went in, Crocodile’s jaws began to widen slowly and his eyes began to water from the sheer size of its dick. The clone was practically as big as Doflamingo. He wouldn’t be surprised if the flamingo enlarged his copy’s cock just for this. He can’t see Doflamingo but he just knows he was smirking all while watching him struggle.
Well fuck that pink bastard. He’s going to give his string clone the best blowjob, better than what Doflamingo had done.
As Crocodile concentrated on his task, Doflamingo was busy at his end. With lubed fingers, he first slid his index finger. Crocodile tensed at the feeling, expecting it to be pushed in with a quick motion. Instead, Doflamingo didn’t fully insert his finger in, slowly pulling out and then going back in with just his fingertips, almost teasingly. Then without warning, he pushed two inside, making Crocodile jolt and lift his head up.
“What’s the matter, Croccy? Is my dick too big for you?” the clone asked him while smirking.
Crocodile didn’t say anything, he couldn’t. The clone’s hands had prevented him from leaving its cock unattended. He slowly worked his way down again, focusing on his task while Doflamingo skillfully stretched him open. The clone tasted off—after all, strings couldn’t replace human flesh. He didn’t think much of it as he shut his eyes and devoted himself to sucking the clone off.
The stretching was taking a while but Doflamingo didn't mind. He was in no hurry and besides, he’d like their first fuck together to be the hottest, mindblowing experience, one that neither one of them could ever forget. Once he felt Crocodile was ready, he added more pressure, able to get down to his knuckles. Crocodile groaned at this, muffled but continued to diligently work on the copy's dick. Doflamingo slipped in a third finger and gave a few stretches before he started to dig—searching for the right spot.
He pressed forward and Crocodile’s body lurched forward, choking as the dick hit the back of his throat.
Doflamingo’s smile widened. He found it.
He started a steady rhythm, fucking Crocodile with his fingers. Crocodile moaned around the clone’s dick, still determined to finish his job so he went back onto his task. It was quite a show that Crocodile was giving here and Doflamingo was starting to feel jealous.
“Ah, Croccy. Maybe when I’m done with this, I’ll switch with my clone. That way you’d know how I really taste. Do you like the sound of that?”
Crocodile gave a muffled groan in response. Doflamingo wasn’t sure if it was a noise of agreement or not. Whatever it was, it was overtaken by another moan when he deliberately turned his wrist in order to hit the sensitive spot. Crocodile jerked his head up from the clone’s dick, moaning breathlessly. He was drooling, with a line of saliva still connected to the clone’s wet dick.
“Hah… Shit!”
His voice was hoarse. Doflamingo would be surprised if it wasn’t. He continued at a quick pace, his fingers pressing against the prostate with each thrust. A curl of his fingers made Crocodile’s eyes roll back and he let out a loud, sharp moan.
Doflamingo looked absolutely delighted, feeling how Crocodile clenched around his fingers as he reveled in the sounds Crocodile was making.
“Are you going to come from just my fingers alone?”
There was only a groan in response. Crocodile wanted to come. Doflamingo was far too good at this, fingers expertly brushing against all of the sensitive areas, sending shocks of electricity up his spine. It was a newfound pleasure and Doflamingo was making full use of it. Fingers now slide into him with ease, going back and forth at a rapid pace, each thrust now hitting the same spot with precision. Hands grabbed his hair and the clone pushed him down to its cock and Crocodile hurriedly opened his mouth, licking its length.
So close. His body was coiling, precum already leaking all over the mattress. Just a little more and he would be able to release.
Fingers abruptly left Crocodile, pulling him back from the rising feeling of bliss and leaving him undesirably empty. Still licking, he waited with anticipation, for the flamingo’s long fingers to enter him again.
After a short pause, they did. Pressing gently against his prostate with each thrust, it began to build back up to the tight, burning feeling once again.
And then the fingers retracted again. This process repeated a few more times, with Doflamingo bringing Crocodile close only to pull out at the last second. He squirmed, trying to get one last press against his prostate but Doflamingo was quick to pull back his fingers.
Crocodile made a noise, a mixture of frustration and an indignant protest. Doflamingo laughed at this and it only infuriated him further. With the copy’s dick still in his mouth, Crocodile clamped down his jaw and bit hard. The clone reacted, its face twisting with pain before it yanked Crocodile off of it. He angrily spitted out frayed threads in his mouth before twisting back to glare at the real Doflamingo. No real damage was done but the appalled look on Doflamingo’s face made it feel good.
“Bastard, what are you doing?!” Crocodile growled. “Do it properly! Otherwise, turn around and I will show you how it's done.”
“Calm down, Croccy,” Doflamingo told him before hovering over his body, pressing against him. Crocodile could feel the hot breath next to his ear. “It’ll feel real good soon… Hold on for a little longer.”
Doflamingo’s dick dragged against his body, long and thick with arousal, making Crocodile shudder. His words held an alluring promise, enticing enough to quell Crocodile’s anger.
“Fine… Just… hurry up…”
Doflamingo squeezed out more lube, lathering it over his cock as the clone pulled Crocodile forward. The clone’s dick pressed against Crocodile’s. Unable to help himself, Crocodile began to grind against it, letting out a soft, breathless groan.
Once Doflamingo was done, he aligned himself with Crocodile’s hole, hardly able to contain his excitement. Still, he paused, tip pressing against the entrance.
“Ready?”
“For fuck’s sake, hurry !” Crocodile didn’t bother to hide the sound of urgent need in his tone, not when he was leaking all over the place.
Doflamingo didn’t need to be told twice. He pushed himself in and a loud guttural groan ripped through him.
“Oh… Fuck, Croccy,” he breathed out, slowly sinking deeper into Crocodile. His stretches proved to be effective, his cock effortlessly sliding inside. He stilled, letting out a harsh hiss.
Crocodile’s arms trembled, threatening to give out and cause him to fall right on the clone’s body. It seemed ready to catch him, hands already on his shoulder blades. He didn’t fall, panting noisily as he adjusted to Doflamingo’s size. The clone massaged his shoulder blades as if encouraging him to relax.
There was a slight pause before Doflamingo began moving again, slow at first before picking up speed. Crocodile gritted his teeth, feeling the familiar rush of pleasure from when Doflamingo was fingerfucking him. His body remembered it clearly too, shooting back to the same blissful feeling. He recalled the times Doflamingo denied him and oh how frustrating it felt, and deciding to take matters into his own hand, he moved his own hips to build up more friction. His cock dragged against the clone’s own cock and its body and he swore that the clone was moving as well. His hips rocked backward, pushing Doflamingo deeper inside and motivating him to go at a faster pace. Moaning loudly, Crocodile glanced up at the clone’s face, desperately wishing that the glasses were off so he could see his face.
“Doffy… Fuck.. Oh fuck !”
The most immense pleasure overcame him, so impossibly intense and hot. Never did Crocodile ever achieve this ecstatic feeling, it was all new to him. His back began to slowly arch, and intense heat pooled down in his abdomen. The most filthy, obscene moan escaped him as the heat suddenly exploded, turning his vision white. Hot sprouts of cum went onto the clone's body in which it looked more thrilled than anything. Then Crocodile's body turned rigid before suddenly collapsing on top of the clone.
Doflamingo fucked him through his entire orgasm, teeming with lust and desire. He set a steady pace, groaning behind Crocodile. Crocodile panted against the clone’s chest, letting out moans, loud and unrestrained. Hands ran over his body and Crocodile could barely understand that it was the clone’s hand, fingers dancing over his now sensitive body. Then he felt something else press against his hole.
“Croccy… Croccy… let me fuck you too,” the clone whined, something so very uncharacteristic of Doflamingo.
Crocodile nodded fervently, not really caring or thinking at this point. Though he came just moments ago, his body could still continue and he wanted to reach the same heightened ecstasy as before. He felt the clone slowly push himself inside and his own body stretching to accommodate the two cocks inside of his body.
For a second, he doesn’t think it’ll go then. The clone rolled his hips and then it was in. Crocodile’s fingers gripped the bedsheets as he let out a scream. He felt so, so full . There was pain too, as one would feel from how massive the two Doflamingos were but the pain felt so right when coupled with pleasure, doubling how fucking good it felt.
“So, so good…” Doflamingo murmured, leaning over Crocodile which left him pressed against him and his clone. “Holy shit, Croccy…”
Then the two began to thrust.
Crocodile’s body clenched instantly, making the movement much more apparent. There was no rhythm to it and it was fast, making Crocodile unable to keep up with the sensations. It was staggering, making him cry out from it all. Through the overwhelming haze, he started to bite the clone’s body or otherwise, he would begin to scream, loud and shameless as the two fucked him. Strings tore apart, mimicking what flesh would do as Crocodile sank his teeth hard into the clone’s body. It repaired itself quickly, smoothing once more as if nothing happened, and gave him an opportunity to completely tear the clone apart. And so Crocodile kept biting to keep himself from screaming and because it felt so enjoyable to take Doflamingo apart even if it was just a string clone.
It was just too much. Thrust after thrust and Crocodile began to lose himself, lost to the immense pleasure. He was crying, tears streaming down his cheeks. At some point, he must have flipped positions as the real Doflamingo was leaning right over him, whispering sweet nothings down into his ear and the string clone was the one behind him, arms hooked around his knees to keep them spread. Crocodile couldn’t hear what Doflamingo was saying, only able to hear his own debauched moans. He somehow focused on Doflamingo’s face and his red eyes peered back at him, burning with lust, love, and everything else.
Doflamingo panting became labored. God, he was getting close.
“Doffy, Doffy… Doffy…”
His breathing went up a hitch as Crocodile began to moan his name. How he wished he could stay like this forever with Crocodile, basking in the neverending feeling of utter euphoria. The clone was latched onto his neck, kissing and sucking and leaving behind bruises.
Doflamingo leaned down before Crocodile would whine, pressing his mouth against his. As he began closing into his climax, he began a punishing pace alongside his clone. Crocodile writhed from under him, moaning and crying against the kiss. He pulled back, groaning loudly before suddenly going still as he came inside Crocodile. After a long moment, his clone pulled itself out and cradled Crocodile’s trembling body. Doflamingo followed soon after, panting and huffing. Unlike his clone, Doflamingo was spent and drenched in sweat and so was Crocodile. The string clone began to unravel from under Crocodile, the threads coming back to Doflamingo’s palm. Once the clone was gone, Doflamingo laid out next to Crocodile and pulled him in a close embrace.
Too exhausted to do anything else, the two fell asleep in each other arms.