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Zoro’s not sure why Nami is the one he trusts with his relationship matters.
Then again, when it comes to his friends, she’s just about the best option. Sanji has a rather misguided, old-fashioned view of romance, so he’s a bad choice. Luffy is, well, Luffy. Usopp is too much of a nervous wreck, and Franky is the flavor of weirdo that only someone as off-kilter as Robin could love. In contrast, Nami already has planned out her life with Vivi down to the color of the tablecloths at their future wedding. When it comes to questions of love, Nami is the most knowledgeable. And normal. Whatever ‘normal’ means for their friend group, at least.
So, when Nami sits across from him at the coffee-shop table and places down a suspicious brown paper bag, Zoro trusts her.
“What is this?” he asks, suspicious.
“Everything you’ll need for Valentine’s Day with Law.”
Zoro’s been dating Law for two years now. Last Valentine’s Day, Law was gone on a business trip to some medical conference, and they didn’t have the time to celebrate. Normally, Zoro wouldn’t care. He’s never been one to worry about nonsense like anniversaries or typical romantic gestures. He already knows Law has a wedding ring hidden in the sock drawer and keeps a spreadsheet tracking all their finances so that they can put aside enough money to buy a house. (“Psychopath behavior,” Nami had said when he’d told her, as if she doesn’t do the same things with Vivi.)
But—Law is home for this Valentine’s Day, and Zoro knows Law does care about stupid stuff like this. Last Valentine’s he’d even had a bouquet delivered to Zoro’s work the day of, which left Zoro the subject of relentless mockery from Perona and mild interest from Mihawk. As gross as it is, he wants to do something nice for Law this time.
Zoro opens the paper bag. Nami is smiling at him from across the table, sipping her blended mocha through a straw with an evil quirk to her lips. He sees a flash of folded white fabric.
“I thought it would be like, rose petals and chocolate or something. What is this?”
“That’s so last year,” Nami says, with a roll of her eyes. “I’m catering my services to the client!”
Zoro reaches into the bag and pulls out what looks to be a small white cap with a red cross on it. He squints at it, and then looks back to Nami.
“This is…”
“It’s a nurse outfit,” Nami finishes, as Zoro pulls out a pair of brand-new pantyhose and gives her a death glare. “For you.”
“You want me to wear this? For Law?”
“There’s a bralette and panties, too,” Nami says, tone casual. Zoro is so thankful the tables next to them are empty.
Zoro’s not opposed to cross-dressing. He finds gender, like most societal rules and regulations, to be a somewhat useless notion, and he didn’t even have to take a Gender Studies course like Sanji did to figure that out. It’s just—why for Valentine's Day? For Law?
“I did my research.” Nami taps a manicured nail on the table. She has new press-ons with little red hearts all over them, presumably for the season. “Zoro, I don’t want to be rude, but your boyfriend is a total pervert. He will love this.”
Zoro frowns. “What do you mean?”
“He keeps his robot figurines in a glass case in your living room. He makes you do anime themed couple costumes on Halloween, and he always makes you be the girl. Also, I’ve seen the way he smells you whenever he hugs you. He’s a nerd, and a freak, and guys like that love this kinky crossdressing stuff.”
Zoro grits his teeth. He wants to deny her accusations, but it’s not like she’s wrong. On weekends, when they’re not having sex, Law spends the rest of the time building Gundams in the living room. After their second date, he’d started playing League of Legends on his computer as Zoro was in the shower washing cum out of his ass. And yes, he does love doing anime couple costumes on Halloween for shows that Zoro’s never watched. It’s sort of endearing, to Zoro, in a way, Law’s nerdiness and tendency for perversion, but he hadn’t really considered how it played into their sex life.
“Okay but… why a nurse? Isn’t that kind of disrespectful to his line of work and all, being a doctor?”
“That’s what will make it sexier. It’s about the taboo.” Nami slaps her hand against the table. “Trust me, Zoro. I put a lot of thought into this.” She sips on her drink and leans forward. “If he doesn’t like it, then I’ll take the money for it off your tab.”
“My tab?” Zoro says, confused.
“How much money you owe me,” Nami says. “Duh.”
Zoro grimaces, and then looks down at the contents of the paper bag. “Fine.”
Nami grins, and then her eyes widen as she remembers something. “Oh! Wait! I almost forgot.” She reaches into her bag and pulls out something else, setting it on the table with a loud clack. It’s a pair of red high heels. “This should complete the look.”
Zoro puts his head in his hands and groans. (He takes the outfit home anyway.)
—
Folding his arms, Zoro stares at himself in the mirror.
He’s never really had any particular eye for fashion, or clothing. He doesn’t really know what’s supposed to be sexy, especially when it comes to Law, who gets flustered every time Zoro wears a v-neck sweater. The dress, first of all, is definitely a size too small, and Zoro just knows Nami did that on purpose as he struggles to pull a button closed over his chest. The heels are the worst part—Zoro’s got pretty good balance, but his legs still wobble, and he’d probably be able to look Law right in the eye now, which is strange. With a firm hand, he grabs onto one of his pecs and shakes it around a little. Law’s always had a thing about his boobs.
Zoro grabs his phone off the dresser that’s next to the full-length mirror. (“Send him a flirtatious text to invite him home,” Nami had said. “Something that entices him but doesn’t ruin the surprise.”)
He opens up his chat window with Law.
Zoro: when are you coming home
Zoro: i have something i need to talk about
He nods to himself. Straight and to the point, but still mysterious. He picks at the pantyhose clinging to his thigh and tries his best to tug it up further into place. The little gray bubble appears and disappears about five times in the chat window, as if Law is typing full paragraphs and deleting them over and over. Then, finally:
Law: Be there in fifteen.
Zoro smirks, and then, on shaky feet, he walks to the living room, and then the kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out a beer. It’s a little weird to do in the full nurse get-up, but he’s got to pass the time somehow. He cracks open the can and collapses onto the couch, staring at the front door, getting a little annoyed at the way the tight miniskirt of the dress keeps him from manspreading. He half-heartedly scrolls through the 17 TikToks Usopp sent him to pass the time, and waits.
About ten minutes later, he can hear the thud of footsteps outside the apartment door, followed by a hurried jangle of keys jamming in the lock. Zoro looks up from his phone and watches as the door swings open and Law stands there, face still flushed red from the February frost outside and hair a frazzled mess from running his hands through it too many times.
“Zoro,” he starts, looking panicked, “is everything o—oh.” He looks at Zoro, wide-eyed, and then slams the apartment door shut behind him.
“Happy Valentine’s, Traffy.”
“I—” Law looks at him, mouth agape, and then his brows furrow in anger. “You—you asshole—I thought something was wrong! Why did you say you had something you ‘needed to talk about’! I thought you were going to break up with me, or something!”
“Why would I do that? It’s Valentines,” Zoro replies, sipping on his beer. Annoyed, Law stomps over, still wearing his coat and his messenger bag, and grabs his wrist, pulling the can out of Zoro’s hand.
“I was going to get you flowers after work, and now my plans are all messed up—” The blush on Law’s face is crawling back to his ears. “And what are you wearing?”
“Valentine’s day gift,” Zoro says, grabbing on to the tail end of Law’s tie dangling near his nose and tugging it. Law jerks, and almost falls into his lap, only steadying himself by grabbing onto Zoro’s shoulder. “Do you not like it?” Zoro looks up at him, and grins. “Doctor?”
Law looks so red Zoro’s a little afraid he might get a bloody nose. “You know these costumes aren’t even accurate. Nurses wear scrubs, not tight little dresses—”
Zoro raises an eyebrow. “I can take it off, if you want.”
“No!” Law says, and then looks embarrassed. “Don’t.” He shakes his coat and bag off, dropping both on the floor. “Keep it on, please. I wasn’t complaining, I swear.”
Zoro shrugs, batting at Law’s tie like he’s a cat. “If you had other stuff in mind, it’s fine. Really. You can go get your flowers.” He drags a hand down Law’s chest, which is still heaving and probably a bit sweaty in his button-down, until he makes it to his belt. Just below, Zoro finds a firm hardness that makes him grin. “Wow, Traffy. Already hard?”
Law makes a face. “Can you not call me the stupid nickname Luffy gave me when we’re about to have sex?”
“So we are about to have sex,” Zoro replies, smug, fingers fiddling with the button of Law’s dress pants as he unbuckles the belt. “C’mon, Dr. Trafalgar, you want your dick sucked or not? Sit down.” He pats the seat on the couch next to him, and Law nervously pushes the throw pillows out of the way so he can take his seat.
“I was going to take you to dinner tonight,” Law mumbles, undoing his tie. His eyes are zeroed in on Zoro’s thighs as Zoro gets off the couch, and then situates himself on the ground between Law’s spread legs.
“We can still have dinner,” shrugs Zoro. The zipper of Law’s pants slides down. “Sex usually gets me pretty hungry.”
“Good point.” Law is looking down at Zoro with a dazed lust that has Zoro feeling pretty good about himself. “Where did you—ah—” he twitches and inhales a short breath as Zoro fishes his cock out from his briefs, “—get this stupid costume?”
“It was Nami’s idea.” Zoro watches the way precome already gathers at the tip of Law’s cock. He’s too easy. “I asked her for advice.”
“I’m a little offended that this is what she thinks my tastes are,” Law grumbles.
“Do you not like it?” Zoro says, stiffening. He really does trust Nami with these things, but if he’s fucked up and put on a ridiculous costume for no reason, he’s going to be pretty annoyed.
Law covers his face with a hand. “On the contrary. It’s uh… embarrassing just how much I like it.”
Zoro smirks, and then in lieu of a response, drags his tongue up the length of Law’s dick. He feels the cool metal of the piercing on Law’s frenulum and has to swallow down the thought of getting that thing inside him. It’s been a whole week without sex, a pretty big gap when it comes to the two of them. Law’s always been a bit of a pervert and Zoro loves his indulgences—combined, it leaves their trash can full of empty lube bottles and condom packets.
“I missed—” Law pauses, and makes a choked noise before continuing, “ —you. Today at work.”
Zoro can’t respond. Instead, he just laughs, and takes Law’s dick deeper down his throat, enjoying the stretch it gives his jaw. Burning anticipation is settling in his stomach. He’s planning on really giving Law the works, his best possible deepthroat to celebrate the holiday, but Law’s already got an awkward hand gripping Zoro’s shoulder and his thighs are trembling—telltale signs of an oncoming orgasm. Zoro always thinks of himself as the pent-up one, yet here’s Law, about to come down his throat after a few minutes.
Wrapping a hand around the base of Law’s cock, Zoro pulls off his dick, wiping traces of spit from around his mouth. “Are you seriously about to come?”
Law’s fingers dig into Zoro’s shoulders, crinkling the cheap fabric of the nurse costume. His face is burnt red in a way Zoro really enjoys—there’s something about getting Law hot and bothered that leaves Zoro feeling like the cat that got the cream.
“Shut up,” Law groans. “It’s been a week, and you look really hot right now.”
“I don’t care how many times you come, as long as you can keep up, old man,” Zoro replies.
“I’m only five years older than y—” Law’s voice trails off into a broken moan as Zoro takes his dick back in his mouth. Annoyed, he jerks his hips forward, fucking Zoro’s mouth in the rough and frantic way Zoro loves. Zoro almost chokes, and the stupid little nurse cap slides off his head and onto the floor. Not that it matters, because with the hat off, Law can grip at Zoro’s short hair and chase his orgasm. It only takes Zoro gagging messily once for Law to come, and Zoro swallows it all down like the show-off he is.
Law wheezes and leans his head back against the wall as Zoro grabs the can of beer off the coffee table and chugs the last bit of liquid remaining. Law looks at him, expression dazed as he stuffs his limp dick back into his underwear.
“Do you really need to drink right now?”
Zoro stands up, and crawls into Law’s lap. The miniskirt makes it awkward to spread his thighs too far, but he manages to find a comfortable angle so that he can tilt his head and give Law a sloppy kiss.
“It’s so my mouth doesn’t taste like your cum when I kiss you,” Zoro says, against Law’s lips. He can feel Law’s facial hair tickling his face.
Law’s hand is finding its way to Zoro’s ass, pushing the skirt up higher, as if it wasn’t short enough already. He kisses past Zoro’s mouth, along his jawline, down his neck, and plays with the button holding the neckline of the dress together.
“Do you care if the costume gets messed up?” Law asks. His fingers grip Zoro’s asscheeks, palms sliding against the material of the pantyhose.
Zoro tilts his head, thinking. “I think it’s fine. I mean, I’m planning on cumming with it on, so…”
Law grins, his earlier flustered attitude starting to slip away. His knowledge that he can reduce Zoro to a moaning mess gives him far more confidence in bed than Zoro would like. His nails dig into Zoro’s ass, and then there’s a sudden rip that makes Zoro gasp as he feels the material of the tights come apart.
“I didn’t mean you could rip it to pieces,” Zoro hisses, annoyed.
“It was in the way,” Law replies, resting his chin on Zoro’s chest. “You’re practically bursting out of this thing, anyway.”
“I think Nami got a size smaller than needed on purpose,” Zoro says, blushing. He can see the way the top button of the dress is straining a little like it’s about to pop off.
“Stop talking about other people, please,” Law replies. His finger is toying with the elastic of Zoro’s underwear. “Are you wearing uh… panties?”
Zoro’s cock is starting to get annoyingly hard, and he’s getting a bit frustrated with Law’s teasing touches. He shifts on Law’s lap and peels back the collar of the dress to show off his chest better.
“There’s a bra too, so hurry up and get me into bed if you want to see it.” He pauses, and presses a kiss to Law’s flushed cheeks. “Doctor.”
Law makes a noise that lands somewhere between horny and annoyed, and then hefts his arms under Zoro’s thighs, lifting him in the air as he stands up off the couch. Back when they’d started dating, Law had been built a bit like a wet noodle, but it seems the prospect of getting to watch Zoro’s ass when he’s doing squats was enough to get him to actually go to the gym on workout dates. Now he can lift Zoro, no problem.
One of Zoro’s heels falls off his foot as Law carries him to their bedroom, and Law looks at it with a forlorn expression before tossing him onto the bed. He runs back into the hallway to grab it as Zoro tries to straighten out the wrinkles in his dress.
“You really like these, huh?” Zoro asks, as Law picks up his foot and slides the shoe back on. Law, about to press a kiss to Zoro’s ankle, flushes.
“I didn’t want the costume to be incomplete,” Law mutters, as if he hadn’t left the hat back in the living room.
Zoro grins, pressing his foot against Law’s chest, the shoe's heel digging into his chest. “Pervert,” he says, and laughs when Law pushes his leg out of the way so he can crawl closer and pin him against the sheets.
It’s awkward, because the skirt still makes it hard to spread his legs, and there’s something wrong about being on the bed in shoes. Law has kicked his off by the door, and is undoing his button-down, exposing the tattoos on his chest. Zoro reaches for the bedside table with one hand, and grabs the half-empty bottle of lube there as Law sticks his face in Zoro’s neck and drags his tongue down the length of it. He’s already hard again. Too easy. Zoro taps the bottom of the bottle against Law’s head, and Law meets his eyes.
“Why is the lube already out?” Law asks, accusatory.
“Because I fingered myself earlier, idiot,” Zoro replies.
Law has a hand between his legs, fiddling with the ripped pantyhose, pulling on it to let it rip a little more. “But you still…” He looks at Zoro, who is offering him the bottle of lube. Zoro twists against the bedsheets.
“I still want you to do it,” Zoro mutters. His face feels hot. “I like your fingers.”
(The first thing Zoro fell in love with, when it came to Law, was his hands, after all. The way they looked under the low lights of the dingy bar where they had met, the finger tattoos he brushed off as an edgy mistake from his teenage years. The way they had felt that night when Law had fingered him in the bathroom after Zoro had convinced him into a dirty, nasty, quickie that had left Law panting “I think I’m in love with you,” into Zoro’s ear.
He had fallen in love with his hands in the less dirty ways, too: the care and precision with which he takes care of the others in his life, messing with Zoro’s hair in the morning and carefully rubbing out the knots in Zoro’s back whenever Zoro groans about his neck getting tight. Zoro is rough and reckless, always has been. He’s usually got a bandaid or two around one of his fingers. So he admires the way Law uses his hands with such practiced methodology.
Especially when they’re taking Zoro apart at the seams.)
Law pauses in undoing his shirt, and takes the bottle, a smarmy grin sneaking onto his face. He’s too easy to please. Zoro can’t help but love that about him. He pushes the skirt of the dress up so that it stops restricting his legs and bunches instead around his waist, and watches as Law practically drools at the sight of Zoro’s hard cock trapped under the panties and pantyhose.
“You’re gorgeous,” Law says, a quiet mutter more to himself than anyone. His fingers are now slick with lube, and Zoro shivers as Law pushes the ripped pantyhose and underwear to the side so he can press a finger to Zoro’s hole. Much to Zoro’s embarrassment, it slides right in. He had been a little carried away and had brought himself to orgasm earlier, in the shower, fingers of one hand in his ass and the others in his mouth to muffle his noises. But Law’s fingers can scrape deeper than Zoro could ever reach.
Law bends down and kisses him, far too sweet and gentle, at least until his tongue glides across the roof of Zoro’s mouth in a way that makes Zoro feel numb behind the eyes. Already, a second finger is pushing inside him, and Zoro is a bit embarrassed that he was already that stretched open.
Law pulls away, beginning to undo his pants with the hand that isn’t currently buried halfway in Zoro’s ass, and Zoro remembers something.
“No condom,” he blurts out, but it ends in a broken off moan as Law pushes his finger right up against his prostate.
“Huh?” Law asks, confused.
“I don’t want to wear a condom tonight,” Zoro says. Law’s a little neurotic, and always insists on wearing one when they can. He claims it’s part of his pride as a doctor. Doing it raw is pretty much a once-a-month occasion, and Zoro plans to cash in his ticket tonight.
Law looks down at him, face flushed and eyes wild. “Oh,” he says, and swallows.
“And I want you to come inside,” Zoro adds. He digs the heel of the stupid shoe he still has on into the bedsheets like he’s staking his claim. “More than once, if possible.”
Usually, Law would protest, or give him some lecture about sexual safety, or ask three hundred times if Zoro was really okay with it, but today he just nods. “I can do that,” he says, voice low. “Since it’s Valentines.”
Zoro grins at him. “Aren’t you nice,” he teases, but then Law drags his finger along Zoro’s walls and Zoro shudders, toes curling in the red tips of his high heels. He revels in the sensation of Law’s fingers taking him apart for a bit, but his impatience gets the best of him. “Okay, just hurry up and put it in already.”
“I thought you wanted my fingers,” Law says, a hint of exasperation to his tone, but he complies anyway. “Such a brat,” he mutters as he undoes his pants and fists his cock in his hand.
“You like it,” Zoro replies as he holds onto his thighs. He wants to just take the tights and the underwear off, but it’s worth keeping them on for the sake of Law’s hungry gaze. Law gets in close between his legs, the head of his cock pressing against Zoro’s stretched entrance and It summons an instantaneous groan from Zoro—he didn’t realize just how sex-starved he was.
As Law pushes in, Zoro can feel the way the piercing drags against his insides. It’s an addicting sensation, which is why he convinced Law to get it in the first place (and held his hand during the entire process). Law pulls one of Zoro’s legs over his shoulder, and when he yanks on it, Zoro hears the tights rip again, but he couldn’t care less when his brain is too busy trying to comprehend the feeling of Law’s cock filling him up.
“Shit, you’re still so tight,” Law mutters, more to himself than anything. Missionary isn’t Zoro’s favorite position, but he does love the way he can watch Law’s forehead wrinkle and eyelids flutter when he slides his cock in. Law’s always so put together, so professional, and when he crumbles, just for Zoro, he can’t help but savor it. Zoro reaches up and grabs Law’s neck, pulling him down for another kiss.
“Promise you won’t come before I do,” Zoro says, licking the corner of Law’s mouth. He can feel Law frown before he sees it, and laughs.
“Don’t think so low of me.” His hands are on Zoro’s waist, thumbs sliding over the jut of his hip bones, and he pulls back to look at where Zoro’s cock remains trapped under the pantyhose and underwear, hard and leaking pre-come. “You’re the one so wet it’s staining your panties.”
Zoro flushes, and finds Law’s words only send another pulse of arousal straight to his gut. “Bastard,” he mutters, right as he realizes Law’s dick isn’t all the way inside yet, and he chokes on a breath as Law presses to the hilt.
“Don’t know why you always tease me and then act shocked when I tease back, babe.”
Zoro huffs, and doesn’t respond, a little light-headed from the fullness he feels. Law pulls back and delivers another mean thrust, and Zoro feels his back arch off the bed. The skirt of the nurse outfit still stays half-bunched around his waist, Law keeps trying to pin him against the mattress with his hands, and Zoro can hear himself making pathetic noises he tries to disguise as stuttering breaths. It’s everything he wanted.
Law takes both his thighs, so that Zoro can rest his legs on his shoulders, and starts moving properly. As the slap of skin-on-skin fills their bedroom, Zoro feels one of his heels fall off again. Luckily, this time Law seems more focused on fucking Zoro than maintaining his fantasy, and doesn’t stop. Zoro shakes his foot to kick the other one off, and listens to it bounce off the mattress and onto the floor.
Law’s fingers dig into Zoro’s thigh, ripping the tights again, and Zoro groans. “Law,” he says, voice hoarse, “can you—” He presses his hand against his stomach instead of saying what he wants, because it’s embarrassing.
Meeting his eyes with a grin, Law angles his next thrust so that it hits right against Zoro’s prostate, looking satisfied at Zoro’s following broken gasp. “Was I neglecting you?” he asks, so cocky that it almost would piss Zoro off. If he wasn’t so head over heels, that is.
If Law wasn’t holding his legs in place, Zoro might flip him over and ride him instead, but he reminds himself that this is supposed to be a present for Law. He’s supposed to be giving Law what he wants, and he knows that Law loves this: holding Zoro down and proving to him he’s all bark and no bite.
Zoro bites his lip as each new thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure along his spine, and he tries to reach down between his legs to shove his hands under the tights and jerk himself off, the creep of imminent orgasm swelling in his stomach. But right as he does, a stern hand slaps his away.
“I thought you wanted me to make you come,” Law says, and if it wasn’t for the intense glare he has, Zoro might think he sounds a little pitiful.
“Don’t get jealous of my hand,” Zoro snaps back, though it comes out more of a gasp, because Law still does not stop thrusting.
“C’mon Zoro,” Law says, leaning in again to press a kiss against Zoro’s exposed collarbone. “Let me do this.”
“Fine,” Zoro mutters, as if he wouldn’t let Law do whatever the hell he wanted to him as long as he kept fucking him. Law bites the flesh of Zoro’s neck right in time with a particularly rough thrust, and the mix of pain and pleasure rips through Zoro’s chest.
When Zoro really does come, it’s when Law pulls his legs off his shoulders and hoists Zoro’s hips in the air, practically spearing him on his dick. Zoro shudders, and comes, feeling messy and dirty and burning with an addictive shame that makes his orgasm last even longer. Before he can even complain about the sticky mess of cum under his clothes, Law comes, painting Zoro’s still-sensitive insides. The sensation of Law filling every inch of him, hot and pulsing, makes Zoro dizzy, and he grabs the sheets of their bed like it’ll tether him to reality.
When Law pulls out, Zoro can feel his piercing catching on his sensitive rim, and whines. Law kisses his cheek as he grabs the waistband of Zoro’s tights and tugs them down, proceeding to peel them off a leg at a time. Zoro’s still twitching and trying to mentally recover from coming so hard, but the gesture is so surprisingly gentle that it keeps him sane. The tights get rolled into a ball and tossed somewhere in the room for Law to find and complain about later, and then the panties. Now, Zoro feels far more bare, bottom half entirely exposed, and with Law’s cum still dripping out of his ass.
“Was that good enough for you?” Law asks, calm voice cutting through Zoro’s post-orgasm haze. When Zoro can finally see him with clear eyes, however, he realizes Law’s face is flushed pink, too.
“It was alright,” Zoro says, trying to be defiant, but judging from Law’s smile, it’s not coming off as well as he hopes.
“You’re cute,” Law mutters, fingertips ghosting down Zoro’s now-bare thighs. “You look really gorgeous like this, you know.”
Zoro scoffs. His outfit is barely on anymore, and he’s covered in sticky sweat and come.
“Really?” he smirks.
Law looks at him like he’s an idiot. “Yeah.” He leans in, placing his hands on Zoro’s tits. He thumbs one of Zoro’s nipples and kisses up the curve of his neck. “I feel lucky to get to lay my eyes on you. Not kidding.”
“You sap,” Zoro growls, but there’s no real malice to it. The back of his neck is heating up at the embarrassment combined with the strange fluttering sensation in his chest. Law nips at the soft skin behind his ear, making a pleased noise like an animal that’s pinned down its prey right where it wants.
As much as Zoro loves to complain and bite back at Law, there is something so unique about the way Law treats his body with a careful reverence. All Zoro’s life, he’s only dated guys who took him fast and rough, who saw little past his strength. Sometimes that’s fine. It was fine, until he met Law, with all his weird oddities and his raw fascination with Zoro, one that went past his muscle and down to the bone. It’s—nice. Zoro thinks it's nice to be loved like this, sometimes. That’s why he went and put on this stupid dress in the first place.
“You look wistful,” Law says, and Zoro realizes he’s been lost in thought, letting Law suck a hickey into his neck and staring at the ceiling lamp’s dim glow. “Something up?”
“No, not really.” Zoro clears his throat. This close, it feels like Law’s gaze is going to burn marks into his skin, so he closes his eyes for a second, clearing his throat. “Uh… I love you,” he says, and humiliation washes through his whole body like a flood. It’s not as if it’s the first time he’s ever said it, but there’s something about it happening in this ridiculous and intimate situation that makes him want to curl up into a ball and hide.
There’s a few seconds of silence. Zoro feels something poking at his thigh, and opens his eyes to see that—Law’s getting hard again. He looks up at Law, with a confused expression, and Law looks away, as if the stack of medical magazines and mass-market fantasy paperbacks on his bedside table is suddenly very interesting.
Zoro can’t help but laugh. “Oh my God,” he says, and Law reaches up to put a hand on his face. “That made you horny, seriously?”
Law peers down at him between his fingers. “A lot of things make me horny when it comes to you,” he protests. He presses his hands against the bed, and leans in close to knock his forehead against Zoro’s. “Love you too,” he says, eyes closed like he’s too nervous to look Zoro in the eye.
“Think you can go another round, then?” Zoro replies, heat coiling in his stomach already.
Instead of responding, Law grabs Zoro’s waist, and suddenly rolls him over onto his stomach. Getting the idea, Zoro lifts his hips in the air, and feels Law’s cum crawl down his thigh as he does. His cock throbs and starts to stiffen against his stomach at the sensation of it, the raw and dirty feeling that gets his head spinning with desire. He rolls his head to the side, cheek flat against the mattress so he can just barely see Law out of his periphery.
Law thumbs at Zoro’s hole, spreads him open, and Zoro twitches. He’s still sensitive, and leaking Law’s cum everywhere, and getting hornier by the second.
“So wet for me,” Law mutters, sounding satisfied with himself. Zoro considers biting back with a remark about how Law’s the one that came in him in the first place, but then he remembers begging for no condom and decides it’s a sparring match he can’t win.
Zoro feels the way his thighs shake when Law slides in. Properly stretched open now, there’s barely a push. He lets himself take Law, all the way, accompanied by the wet sound of it and Law’s hot, heavy breath. Law folds over Zoro, kissing his neck, and pinning one of his wrists against the bedsheets.
“Good?” Law asks, voice so close it feels like it’s reaching inside Zoro’s ear.
“S’good,” Zoro mumbles, trying to rock back against Law, wiggling his hips. He can feel Law’s piercing, and it makes him want it even deeper, to feel Law as much as he can. “More,” he manages, and Law gives him a strained laugh.
Law peels off Zoro’s back so he can get a better position, and angles a slow thrust so that his piercing runs right against Zoro’s insides, and Zoro gasps into the sheets. Gritting his teeth, he tries to lift himself up on his forearms, but Law still has his one arm pinned into the mattress. It shouldn’t really matter, Zoro could overpower him easily if he wanted, but it’s more about the principle of the thing. He pants, becoming overwhelmingly aware of the dress and the way the tight, cheap fabric sticks with sweat. But Law’s dick is enough to take the edge off any uncomfortable sensations, leaving his head hot and spinning.
Letting go of his wrist, Law grips Zoro’s waist again, shoving the fabric of the dress as far up Zoro’s waist as it can go. His fingers are pressing so hard there’s probably going to be marks for weeks, and he’s sure that means Law will start bugging Zoro about only wearing shirts with long enough hems even though he’s the one who left the marks there in the first place.
He hears Law make a dissatisfied noise, and then suddenly, he’s heaved in the air until he’s practically on Law’s lap, cock still inside. The sudden movement forces it even deeper, and Zoro chokes as Law buries his nose in the nape of Zoro’s neck, busy running hands up Zoro’s chest. When Zoro tries to lower himself down against the mattress (he’s tired, okay), Law holds him up. All Zoro can do is try to spread his legs and lean his head back against Law’s shoulder.
“Zoro,” Law says, breaths coming out heavy and persistent, “I really love this outfit.”
Zoro laughs, but it comes out more like a wheeze. “I… okay? I’m glad.”
“But I want to touch all of you,” Law continues, and Zoro can see the furrow of his brow, as if this is a matter that requires deep thought. “Can I—”
“Just take it off already, Christ,” Zoro groans, and it’s as if Zoro’s fired a gun to announce the start of a race, with the way Law speedily starts ripping at the buttons holding the front of the dress together. One of them snaps off and bounces off the bed, rolling off to a corner of the room.
“Arms up,” Law commands, and Zoro complies because he’s already too fucked out to act like a brat, and just wants Law to get back to thrusting into him like there’s no tomorrow. The dress comes off and flies behind them into the growing pile on the floor, leaving Zoro naked except for… Right. That stupid bralette.
Law makes a noise that somehow teeters the line between pathetic whimper and horny growl when he sees it, and gropes Zoro’s chest as he leans down to bite one of the straps between his teeth.
“Law,” Zoro whines. Law’s hand slides under the lace fabric so he can play with Zoro’s nipple directly, and maybe it’s because he’s so oversensitive already—but it makes Zoro gasp and collapse forward. Law keeps holding him steady, undoing the bralette and throwing that off, too.
“Pretty, but it’s in the way,” Law says, like that needs to be explained. His fingers trace down Zoro’s now-bare torso, dancing over his abdomen as he grinds his cock upward, hitting so deep it leaves Zoro light-headed. “Can you feel me in there?” he murmurs, pressing a finger against Zoro’s navel.
Zoro groans. “Your dick is stupid big, I can always feel it.” Pleasure is starting to swallow him whole, to the point he can barely think. He just wants to lie down and take it, let Law turn him into a thoughtless puddle.
Law kisses at the nape of Zoro’s neck and then lowers him, slow and steady, into the bedding. His cock slides halfway out when he does and it makes Zoro whimper in the most pathetic way possible. He attempts to steady himself on his forearms so he doesn’t drool into the bedding, and Law pushes himself in so deep Zoro can feel it in his chest this time. Zoro feels a hand on his chin, and finds Law tilting his jaw up, delivering a messy kiss that doesn’t quite work because of the angle but still makes Zoro blush all the same. As retaliation, he laps his tongue at one of the fingers cradling his chin, taking it into his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Law’s expression go from confident to flustered, and feels satisfied with himself.
“Do you ever stop acting like a tease?” Law growls, and as he says it, his piercing hits Zoro’s prostate again, summoning a spark of pleasure so delicious it brings tears to Zoro’s eyes.
Zoro bites down on Law’s finger, not hard enough to actually hurt, and then lets it slide out of his mouth. “If you fuck me good enough, maybe—” His voice cuts off with a drawn-out moan, and he gives up. His head is buzzing, everything is hot, and Law is tracing a hand down his spine and into the small of his back, where he’s sensitive, and it’s just too much to care or focus anymore. Thoughtless puddle, he remembers. He just has to let himself drown in it.
Law’s hand splays across Zoro’s back, pushing him into the mattress, and Zoro buries his face in the pillow, biting it between his teeth. He’s close again, somehow, and it doesn’t help that his cock is trapped between his stomach and the sheets, the friction that comes with each thrust sparking right along his nerves. With Law’s cum from the previous round still in him and his weight sandwiching Zoro against the bed, Zoro feels fuller than he’s ever been in his life.
“Law,” he says again, coming out more of a garbled mess into the pillow, but Law hears him anyway. “I think I’m gonna…” he trails off, and rolls his head to the side so he can speak more easily. “Lemme see your face again.”
He hears Law inhale, and then he’s rolled onto his back, Law’s cock leaving him for a painful moment. His eyes feel wet, and he can’t stop panting like he’s just run a marathon, and he’s so close to the edge it feels like he might pass out from the anticipation of orgasm. It’s good to see Law’s face again, and he recognizes Law looks just as fucked up as Zoro feels: he has that wild look in his eyes that makes him look a little insane, sweat dripping down the side of his face and a faint smile when he takes in Zoro’s wrecked, blushing expression. He leans in and kisses Zoro as he pushes back in, and Zoro fists a hand in his messy black hair, wrapping his legs around Law’s back like he’s attempting to trap him there.
“I’m close too,” he says, letting Zoro lick at his lips and kiss his jawline. He wraps a hand around Zoro’s cock, which has been standing against his stomach, and digs his finger into the tip. Sensitive and swallowed by the headrush of approaching orgasm, Zoro gasps, wriggling under Law against the mattress. “Be good, Zoro,” Law reminds him, murmuring in his ear.
That’s what makes him come—the sound of Law’s low voice in his ear combined with Law inside him and wrapped around him, it’s all too much. He spills all over his stomach, and Law just keeps fucking him, lets the oversensitivity burn through his nerves. All Zoro can do is lie there and take it. He wraps his legs tight around Law’s back and digs his nails into Law’s neck, and finally, finally, Law comes a second time, filling up Zoro until he’s convinced he might start overflowing.
Zoro arches his back off the bed, and Law licks a tear from the corner of his eye, dragging his flat palm down Zoro’s chest before pulling out. It’s slow, and Zoro is still so sensitive.
“Oh God,” Law mutters, “we made such a mess.” He runs a hand through his sweaty hair, and Zoro is reminded of just how handsome he really is. “This is why we wear condoms.”
“Who cares,” Zoro replies. He likes this feeling: ruined and stuffed full. “I like feeling you in me. S’nice.” His voice slurs a little, but he smiles when Law gives him a look like he’s debating fucking Zoro into the mattress for the third time.
“I should go get to the bathroom and get something to clean you up—” Law starts, flustered, but Zoro reaches up with a limp arm, grabbing Law’s wrist.
“Hey,” he says. “Happy Valentine's day, big guy.” He pulls Law down close enough to press a gentle kiss to his flushed cheek. “Hope you liked your present. Still want to do dinner and flowers?”
Law slumps into Zoro’s chest. “...I think maybe we should do takeout, actually.” A pause, and he scrunches up his face in thought. “And then another round.”
Zoro grins, fingers reaching up to toy with the piercings on Law’s ear. “Sounds good.”
“Happy Valentines,” Law says, muffled. “Tell Nami I owe her big time.”
Satisfied, Zoro grins to himself. Looks like Nami was the right person to trust with Valentine’s day plans, after all. He just really hopes she doesn’t need the dress back.