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"Lord Trafalgar"
In the dimly lit room, a few flickering candle flames cast wavering shadows.
Two men in brown suits bow their heads as they deliver their daily report to Trafalgar Law.
The man infamous for his cunning and ruthlessness lounges lazily in a gilded chair, his fingers tapping lightly against the desk. He wears his usual odd furry spotted hat, skin-tight blue jeans, and his chest—darker than wheat—exposed without restraint. His entire chest is covered in exaggerated, eerie tattoos, the smiling face pattern undulating with his breath, appearing like a floating ghost under the murky yellow candlelight.
The low, methodical report is abruptly cut off by a faint whimper.
Law finally raises his head, revealing his narrow golden eyes beneath the brim of his hat.
He ordered the two subordinates to leave the room with a wave. The heavy wooden door clicks shut—and the next second, violent coughs tear through the air, carrying a slightly salty mineral flavor, with a hint of bitterness from plants and trees.
He pulls his chair back, revealing a curled-up green-haired man in the narrow space beneath the table.
The man is nearly naked, wrists and ankles bound in chains, retching up saliva mixed with thick white semen.
Law watches, his expression devoid of irritation at the interrupted report. Instead, his slightly narrowed eyes glint with amusement.
"I warned you, Zoro-ya," he said, "if you make a sound, we'll start over."
Law gripped Zoro’s jaw, forcing his cock back into his mouth again. Feeling Zoro’s throat clench tight and the hands trembling against his thighs, Law thrust harder, driven by raw hunger excitedly. Zoro’s crimson eye—forced open by the fist tangled in his hair—glazed over with lust and helpless haze, was more intoxicating to Law than any aphrodisiac.
Law's lower abdomen tightens, his fingers brushing over Zoro's flushed eyelids—swollen from repeated physiological tears. He withdraws his penis from Zoro's mouth, and sits on a distant leather sofa, his legs spread wide.
He orders coldly, "Come here."
Zoro rises slowly, transparent mucus gushing from beneath him, trickling down his slender thighs. Law's gaze drops to the carpet, where a large wet spot marked where Zoro has been kneeling.
"You held it in well down there."
Law licks his lips, despite having witnessed this scene many times, his throat still fells dry. He pulls out a circular device from his pocket and switches the gear from second to maximum. Zoro freezes, biting his lip to swallow his moans. As the object inside him vibrates violently, the tender flesh at the base of his thighs trembles, and Zoro instinctively arches his back, squeezing his legs together like a woman.
Hatred flashes in Zoro’s eyes, but only for a second before he reverts to his usual docile demeanor.
This is just the beginning of a long night. For the safety of his companions imprisoned in the dungeon, Zoro has to endure.
Zoro kneels down at Law's feet again, licks Law's hand and the hard big thing like a kitten, and then looks up tightly at him. He knows Law eats this up.
As expected, the hot penis bounces heavily. Despite Law's remains impassive face, Zoro keenly catches the eager gaze that fell on him and then quickly snaps away.
"Climb up. Sit on my lap." Law's cold voice is even hoarser than usual.
Zoro obeys, straddling his thighs, clumsily grinding his soaked entrance against the bulge in Law’s pants.
"Law, you’re burning up." Zoro smirks, playfully winking at Law. But he soon regrets it—Law have never been this rough with him before. Each thrust slams his trembling body against the cold wall, then yanks him back by the waist, plunging deeper than ever before. The first stroke alone brings tears to his eyes, let alone the ones that follow, faster, harder, deeper.
"You should call me Master."
Law grips his chin, forcing a kiss.
"You should call me— Lord Trafalgar."
As Law presses him hard during his climax, Zoro fells as if his entire body is being filled. In the violent spasms, Law's voice sounds distant and unreal.
The heavy breathing only ceases as dawn approaches. Law doesn't even change his clothes, falling asleep with Zoro in his arms on the sofa.
Zoro recalls the conversation he once overheard between Law's servants—the Lord with heavy dark circles under his eyes had always been a light sleeper, never managing more than three hours of sleep each night. Yet now, Law lies quietly on him like a large dog.
The deep nasal breaths causes a faint itch on his neck. Zoro thinks of getting up to take a shower, but as soon as he moves, Law locks him in an even more domineering embrace, pinning his legs down.
Law hasn't woken, just following his subconscious to kiss the back of Zoro’s neck—his usual "reward" whenever Zoro "behaves well."
Zoro curves his lips slightly.
Any indulgence is deadly.
So in this game, he hasn't lost yet.
End.