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Virtue is its own reward
When he woke up from their adventurous one-night stand, he wasn’t surprised to wake up alone. On the contrary: He was accustomed to his nightly company leaving before he woke up. It was either them leaving on their own or him making crude remarks to remind them that they’d overstayed their welcome.
Some would try to keep up the physical they might have built up the night prior, but to their disappointment they were all usually quickly shut down by a grumpy, mostly hangover Kid that was too late to get to work.
While collecting all of his clothes that were scattered around, he couldn’t help but notice the tidied-up surface of his nightstand that was in stark contrast to his messy room. With two items placed in the middle. One was a small note. Where, in this mess of a room, Law was able to find a note and a pencil to leave a small message with, was a mystery to him.
Give me a call if you want to repeat our little game:
xxxx-xxxx-xxxx
You can keep this as a little souvenir
And with that he glanced over to the ‘souvenir’ in question. It was the damn cock ring again. He grumpily took the item and threw it into the first drawer of his nightstand.
“Souvenir my ass.” He mumbled, continuing to pick up his clothes again and starting to get ready for work. While he prided himself on knowing that that Trafalgar guy from the night before was more than willing to repeat their adventure from yesterday, Kid also had a few rules he liked to follow. And one of them was to never chase anyone. And Kid didn’t plan on making that raven haired man an exception.
Until now
Anyone with half a brain could tell that there was something going on with Kid in the last few weeks. His usual already elevated temper seemed to be up in the air, ready to explode at every minute. The usual skillful hands of the mechanic took almost twice as long for the simplest maintenance works on cars, and for the nth time today he dropped one of his tools. This time a decent 1-pound wrench right onto his toes.
“SON OF A—”
“What’s gotten into ya, Boss? You don’t seem to be feeling too good. Need a break?” Heat expressed, clearly worried for his colleague and friend of a couple years.
“None of your business.” Kid sneered, trying to ignore both: the unnecessary comments of his college and the pain that shot up his leg. “Just hangover again. That’s all.” He picked up the tool again only to walk over to his giant toolbox; And with a dull, yet loud sound, it landed in the box, right on top of his other tools. What a shit day.
“Hey, Kid. Can we talk for a bit?”
Great. Now Killer was also getting on his nerves. And like a worried mother, he would not let go until Kid grumpily told him what was going on with him. The worst part of all of this? Kid knew exactly what was wrong and how to fix it. Well not exactly how to fix it, but at least how to combat this mindlessness. And the solution? A phone number pinned onto the wall of his apartment; hell, even already saved on his phone. But he just couldn’t admit defeat in a situation like this.
Crawling back after a one-night stand, asking for seconds like a greedy dog after he’s been lured in with a sweet treat? Absolutely not. His motto has always been ‘once, and never again’. It made his life a lot easier than having to deal with countless situationships, labelless fuckbuddies or other headaches in the form of feelings. Absolutely not his style.
“What happened to you the last few weeks, Kid? You seem even more agitated than usual.”
“I’m fine.”
“Didn’t you leave the bar yesterday with that brunette? What happened to—”
“Don’t wanna talk about it, that’s all.” And while Kid tried to put a tone of indifference, his best friend knew better than to take his words at face value. But he also couldn’t force Kid to talk about things he so obviously didn’t want to be reminded of.
Trafalgar Law. That damn name rang in his head like a curse, ready to sour his mood every time he had to think about him. Not because of anything awful that happened that night: No, quite the contrary. It was that no following one-night stand was even able to remotely hold a candle to the experience with Law.
The sensation of that damn cock ring: how it kept him on that edge of pleasure for seemingly hours, how it made him drunk off of lust, craving more and more of that feeling. And how everything came crashing down in an orgasm that hit him like a wave he never stood a chance against. Knocking him off his feet, leaving him weak, soaked but satisfied. Like a craving, an addiction that he doesn’t know how to replicate without that man, without Law on top of him, and—
“Well, if you’re willing to talk about it, let me know. In the meantime, you might wanna consider changing into your boots with steel caps. At the rate you’ll lose your toes faster than your mind.” And with those last words Killer turned to the car in front of him again.
“Thanks, fuck you too.”
With the rest of the day continuing as badly as it started, everyone knew how to avoid their boss, except for the most necessary interactions. After their lunch break Kid kept to himself, now just barricaded in his office and drowning his sexual frustration in a load of paperwork.
Knock
“No”
Knock Knock
“I said No.”
Without paying attention to the retort of the redhead, Killer just opened the door. “Kid, there is something here that might lighten up that mood of yours.”
“Well, if it ain’t an insomniac looking, black haired fella, I doubt it will help.”, Kid mindlessly blurted out, not looking up from the paper on his desk.
“How did you know?” Killer questioned, now being met with a confused look of his friend.
“Wait, the fuck are you talking about, Kil?!”
“What are you talking about? I called you because a new car came in. Guess what kind.”
“Hell no, don’t play with me now. A Porsche 918 Spyder??”
“You guessed it, champ.”
Kid jumped up from his chair and followed his friend at a ridiculous speed, not paying attention to how the chair flew onto the floor with a loud thud. That car had been Kid’s dream car ever since he laid eyes on it in a magazine. And now, to have that very car in his own shop—
“I gotta warn you though, the color is absolutely horrendous.” Killer ripped him out of his thoughts, but Kid didn’t seem to mind. Having the car in his shop was good enough, no matter what boring color the car was cursed with. Bright red? A dull white? Hell, even gra—
“Oh, hell no”
It looked like a fucking lemon. A gorgeous car dumped in a color that should be prohibited in Kid’s opinion. A crime, a —
“Well, my bad. Didn’t mean to offend with my presence, Eustass.”
And there he stood: The owner of his dream car, wrapped in this nightmarish color. The reason for Kid’s current frustration with the solution conveniently dropping by at his workshop.
He just stood there, like a bratty child that dropped by to casually remind Kid of the reason why he’s losing his mind. What he’s been craving for the last few weeks, and what he could’ve gotten, if he wasn’t so damn stubborn.
“I’m just gonna assume you two know each other?” Killer observed, only now picking up on the awkward atmosphere created by Kid’s lack of answer and Law’s little attitude regarding the redhead’s reaction. “I’ll let you handle that one then, boss.” With that, he left his best friend to fend for himself not trying to get between whatever it was going on between these two men. Not like it was any of his business anyway.
And now; they just remained there: Law, waiting for any kind of answer from the taller-in front of him, and Kid, just standing there like a deer, caught in the headlights. Like an awkward teenager standing in front of his fucking crush, unable to get even one word out.
“I’m serious.” Law said again, this time more irritated with the lack of, well, anything from the other. “Didn’t know this was your shop, honestly. ‘m just here to get my car checked out, and this shop popped up in an ad. If you want me to get out of here, I’m leaving.” Though Law had some hopes of repeating their last encounter, he had no interest in chasing after someone who so clearly didn’t reciprocate his interest.
“Huh? Wait, no. That’s not what I—. No, I mean— argh, fuck.” It was embarrassing how Kid stumbled over his words, not being able to remotely put the thoughts buzzing in his head in a straight line, let alone, put them into words. He tried to start again, this time clearing his throat first before he spoke:
“No… I just didn’t’” Kid’s voice shrunk to a softer and quieter mumble, until the last words were almost incomprehensible to his counterpart.
“— know how to…c—… call you.”
He stuttered. He fucking stuttered.
Even avoiding eye contact, to not let his already flustered demeanor be more emphasized.
“No way.” The raven haired now smugly retorted, having quite obviously taken a liking to the shaken-up man in front of him. “What happened to that cocky red-head I met at the bar a few weeks ago? Or were you not able to get that special night of ours out of your head, huh Eustass?”
For one second, Kid thought about telling him the truth: How he really wasn’t able to let go of their encounter, how he craved his company, his touch, or at the very least, his body.
“No, that’s not what I meant.” Thank God for his voice, not betraying him again. He didn’t know if he could handle one more embarrassment on his side. “We can go into my office if you want, Trafalgar.”
“Straight to the point again, hm?” Law giggled, voice just as smooth as his motions, following Kid to his office.
While the walk to Kid’s apartment last time, even if it was only ten minutes at most, really did stretch out, the walk to the office felt even worse. At least in Kid’s head. Every step he took was in anticipation of what was about to happen.
And just like last time: The second Kid’s office door closed he grabbed the shorter one by the shoulder to turn him around.
“What. No cheesy line this time? No ‘You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that to your pretty little face.’” Law practically purred into Kid’s ear before he himself took the initiative to close the distance between the two of them.
But Kid’s actions spoke for himself; he immediately wanted to repeat that feeling from last time, that desire that made him pull Law closer to himself by the collar of his shirt to not let go of him but also to trap Law, to keep him here and not let him go.
“Now that’s more like it, big man. Or do you wanna go with ‘good boy’ again? You seemed quite fond of that name, Kid.”
“Shut it, Trafalgar.” He was really sick of being mocked like a little, horny teenage boy. And with that the urge to remind the other who’s really in charge of this little game was starting to grow in him. If not by words, Kid had to put him in his place by using his (superior) physical force.
Not giving the raven-haired a second to come up with a snarky remark, he forced him to take a couple steps back, enough until Law bumped into the desk, that was the distraction for Kid’s pent-up frustration just half an hour ago. With a particular forceful push, Law landed with his back on the paperwork that was still scattered out on the table. Not that Kid cared.
A moan escaped Law’s lips; just a small one, but enough for Kid to take him up on his invitation and explore the mouth with his tongue and could only smile, when he felt the familiar metal going straight through Law’s tongue.
But it wasn’t enough for him. He needed Law, and he needed him right now.
One knee was immediately pushed between Law’s legs, trapping him in a compromising position, not that he seemed to mind, since the shorter wasted no time to lift up his hips just enough, to let them graze Kid’s leg and God did it feel good.
Kid’s hands went on to hastily unbutton the shirt Law was wearing and there they were again: The small metal rods, going right through both of his nipples. And while Kid wasn’t able to explore much of the others body last time, due to the improvised handcuffs, he now had all the time in the world to explore the body beneath him.
With quick movements, his hands traveled up Law’s chest and started to target one of them by circling them with a finger, before giving the one a slight pinch. Not enough to really hurt, but enough to make him squirm and moan under him, to make him beg for more.
The jewelry Law wore, a small thin silver necklace with some sort of key as a pendant, fell off to Law’s side. Kid didn’t really pay it any attention, the object of his (current) desire was something else.
“More.” Law whispered. It was faint, but assertive, waiting for an action from Kid to follow that order. But that one never came; instead, he took both of Law’s hands, which were getting distractingly close to Kid’s pants. In the end, he didn’t make it far with the larger taking both of his hands in a swift motion and pinning them right over his head.
“Last time you called the shoots. Only fair if I repay you for that, Trafalgar,” he growled, using his free hand now to move down to Law’s thigh and giving it a squeeze, hard enough to coax out a whimper, followed by a squirm and more whines when Kid moved his motions more inward. “Or is that what you wanted me to do from the start, huh?”
“Just…” Law started, already lifting his hips up from the desk to look for more of that friction he was so desperately craving. “Just anything, Kid.” He whined. And who was Kid to deny him that wish.
In a hastily fashion, he picked Law up from the desk, only to put one of his hands onto his shoulders and exert a little pressure. “On your knees, pretty boy.”
For a mere moment, Law considered going against it. To just refuse, like a little child, and to rile up the man in front of him. A little payback for literally leaving him on read with the little note of his. But eventually he decided against it. He’d find other ways to make Kid lose his temper. Not like he was short on options.
“I’m not really sure what you mean, Eustass. Like this?” he asked innocently enough to rival a fucking virgin. But his actions were just the opposite. Without breaking eye contact, he virtually slid down, until both his knees touched the cold floor of Eustass’s office. His legs were spread enough, so Kid could stand comfortably between them. And in slow motion, he moved one of his hands up to Kid´s zipper, but not to open it, not yet. Only to stop merely inches before it. Instead, he just placed the hand onto his thigh, eliciting the tortured in front of him a sharp groan.
“Watch it, Trafalgar.” It was a warning; in fact, the last warning Kid would offer him, before he’d just take the raven haired by his locks to make that cocky bastard choke on his dick. Whether it be his ass or his pretty throat didn’t matter anymore.
“Show me...” Law now mumbled, again coming dangerously close with his fingers to Kid’s zipper, without actually touching it. “… what I should do. Tell me exactly what you want from me.” Before he hastily added a quick “please, Kid” for the desired effect.
“Fuck, you really might be the death of me, Trafalgar.”
“Hmm…” it came back as a lazy answer. “If you’re about to die by my hands, it’s only fair I give you one last taste of me, right?”
One last taste of heaven you mean. But Kid decided it was smarter to keep that part to himself. “If you’re really that confident about yourself, show me what that pretty little mouth of yours has to offer.” “Gladly.”
With those last words, he finally started to unzip Kid’s pants, his member practically waiting to be freed from its way too tight prison. Law gave only a chuckle in response before he looked up to Kid’s eyes. Without breaking eye contact he stuck out his tongue, the tip barely touching Kid’s dick. But the reaction was all the more pleasing. One of the taller man’s hands now moved into Law’s hair and fastened itself in his locks, not giving him any more room to get out of this delicate situation.
“No more games, Law.” Law. Oh, how he loved the way that name just rolled off of his tongue, like a prayer and a curse all at once. A small shudder of anticipation went over his entire body. His grip on the locks tightened, pushing Law’s face even closer to his manhood. “Now be a good boy and open up.” “Yes, sir.”
Law wasted no time to get to work on him and boy, did he not disappoint. In a smooth motion he started down at the very beginning of Kid´s shaft, licking all the way up, only for him to stay focused at the tip.
It was wet, messy, dirty. And it was everything Kid loved about this. The way Law tried so desperately not to break their eye contact. How his eyes seemed to cloud with lust and how both of Law’s hands started to move. One began to stroke Kid’s shaft in steady movements, while the other hand moved down to his own pants to massage his own bulge. He looked absolutely pathetic, and Kid decided then and there to go one step further. The hand that he kept buried in his hair, and that Law seemed to have forgotten, pushed him down in a cruel and almost brutal manner; all the way down and with no way to escape.
The reaction he was looking for followed immediately. Law’s eyes revealed some sort of panic that was building up slowly. The hand that let go of the other’s shaft now placed itself on his thigh, pushing slightly to get away from the iron grip of Kid, but to no avail: Law’s air was successfully cut off, and he could only look up at Kid again, tears slowly filling the corners of his eyes. “Hmpfh…” God, how Kid loved those dirty sounds coming out of him.
After a few moments of total control, Kid finally seemed to have mercy on him; with a sudden pull on his hair, he moved him off of his dick, but the sight was one for the books; tears started to run down Law’s cheeks, a string of saliva still connecting the tip of Kid’s dick with Law’s gaping mouth. It was dirty — it was exactly what Kid wanted.
“Not so witty now, huh Law.” He remarked, not loosening the grip in his hair, keeping it there as a reminder, that Kid could always do with Law as he pleased. But to his surprise, the other answered with a crooked smile.
“Glad to see that nothing’s changed, Eustass.” He said again, in a way that could rile Kid up in seconds. “You still think I walked into that little shop of yours on accident, huh?” making Kid stop right in his tracks.
What.
“Huh?”
That offhand little comment was, again, enough to completely knock him off of his stride, much to Law’s amusement. But he wasn’t done yet, not in the slightest. He had one more ace up his sleeve, and was willing to reveal it now, just for Kid’s reaction.
“I got a little present for you, if you don’t believe me.” With those words he got up from his knees, leaned back, until his back hit the edge of the desk and lazily spread his legs.
“Open up, Kid.”
While Kid was desperately trying to gain control, dominance or anything, in any situation with Law, he was also just a man. And damn it, what a weak man he was, confronted with the devil that was sitting in his office.
Kid really didn’t know what to expect. Some sort of lingerie? A new piercing maybe? Kid’s mind had no problem imagining a few things. The unfastening of the belt got faster, rougher. And the second the belt opened, Kid wasted no time in carelessly throwing it out of his way to now get to his pants. In one swift motion he pulled down the pants that were in the way, quickly followed by his shorts and—
Oh God.
Oh, my fucking God.
It was a cock cage.
Kid had never seen one in real life before, only in porn or other dirty videos he’d only watched in the middle of the night. Seeing it right in front of him managed to run a shudder throughout his body. How it kept Law’s manhood in a cage, that seemed way too small and yet perfect for him. The precum that was slowly collecting at the very tip, just waiting to spill over and run down to the side.
Law was still smiling like a little child, maintaining eye contact and looking absolutely stunning. “What is it, Kid?” he said with such an indifference, while slowly, almost in slow motion, licking over his lips. His actions had the intended effect:
Kid was absolutely dumbfounded. He had no idea how to react since he was never put in such a situation before. Like an overwhelmed child in a candy store, all he could do was stare. With his mouth agape and his eyes almost comically wide open, he made a fine figure. Especially in Law’s eyes.
“Careful Eustass, you’re drooling.” Again
Fuck it.
He really couldn’t take it any longer.
How could anyone, really, with a man like Trafalgar.
With a motion, lacking both patience and grace, Kid maneuvers him back onto the table, with his back hitting the wooden board, coaxing a groan out of Law in the process. The redhead’s fingers swiftly found their way into Law’s mouth, where they wasted no time in exploring the insides of his mouth.
“Can’t wait to wipe that smug little grin off your face, Trafalgar.”
The man in question held up his demeanor, albeit with some cracks in his facade:
His back ever so slightly arched, like he was silently begging Kid to continue.
Small tears had collected in his eyelashes from the little ordeal Kid had subjected him earlier, but not without a hint of defiance in his eyes. Defiance Kid was more than willing to work with (and crush when needed).
The tongue of the raven-haired skillfully wrapped itself around the fingers and coated them with more than enough saliva. And the sly smile that decorated his face never faded.
“You seem to be enjoying this shit way too much.” He stated the more than obvious. It didn’t bug him per se, but he couldn’t help but see all of Law’s little smug expressions as a sign of defeat. A defeat he was willing to prevent if possible. Kid couldn’t just let him gain the upper hand in this game. Not again.
His fingers left Law’s mouth as quickly as they entered, a small trace of saliva connecting them. With no time for Law to question or even protest the actions of the redhead, Kid positioned both of his fingers at Law’s entrance and entered, slowly but firmly. The reaction came soon after: A drawn-out whine, almost a mewl escaped his lips, accompanied by a growing blush that spread across his face. Every thrust was aimed perfectly at the bundle of nerves that was slowly driving Law insane, and every jab was accompanied by a moan by Law.
But before Law could get any more used to the sensations, Kid pulled out his fingers again. “That should be enough for you, not like you need any prep at all.” Kid teased him, but instead of a flustered face, Law lazily responded with a weak grin. “No need to lie, Kid. Just admit you can’t wait anymore.”
Bastard. He was right though, but still.
He put one of Law’s legs over his shoulder, the other leg hanging off of the desk, barly touching the ground with his feet. Kid positioned himself right in front of Law’s hole. One last time he looked at the others face, searching for any sign of protest or doubt, but that concern of his was quickly dismissed. The only thing staring back at him was lust with a hint of impatience.
“C’mon, Kid.”
It was a swift thrust with absolutely no hesitation. No slow entering, just a quick and deliberate force. Law’s reaction came immediately: “God, fuck.” That’s right. Those were the sounds he wanted to hear from Law. That and nothing else. No sly answer, no smart-ass response; just an undisputed yield.
Kid gave him little to no time to rest. Almost immediately he began moving in a ruthless rhythm, burying any protest Law could have, in the involuntary sounds Kid so skillfully elicited from him. Every thrust met with a moan. Every change of angle met with a brand-new sound. It was purely addicting.
“More” Law practically begged, his hands at his sides, looking desperately for some sort of grip. He arched his back slightly, giving Kid a silent invitation to go faster, deeper, harder, anything.
“Beg, and I might think about it, Law.” A wide grin in Kid’s voice was unmistakable. The rhythm slowed down, until it was only a small jab here and there, nowhere near enough to get Law over any kind of edge, not that he was physically able to anyway.
Kid’s movements had now come to a stop, the head buried exactly at the most sensitive part of Law’s hole. The taller reached for the other’s waist, grabbing him at each side, securing Law on the table and giving him no room to move on its own. He was trapped by Kid, with nowhere to escape.
“Do it, Law. Beg.”
“Just…more, Kid…” it sounded like a small defeat on Law’s end, but it was nowhere enough for Kid. He removed himself for one second, before he quickly and intentionally entered again. Just one thrust. Just enough to have Law asking for more.
“That’s not begging, Trafalgar. You know what I wanna hear, pretty boy.” he punctuated his counterpart’s nickname with a particular hard thrust to his sweet spot and Law could swear he could cum any second now.
“Kid…
please…”
That little defeat of Law’s sounded like music in his ears; like a favorite song or sound he was willing to play over and over again. And he’d never get enough of that. To celebrate that little victory of his, Kid locked eyes with him again, waiting for that smug expression on law’s face to falter, but quite the contrary; he was enjoying every second of it. A wide smile paired with an almost frozen gaze, fixed up on the ceiling, or something else his eyes picked to focus on.
And tears. Not the ones from Kid’s manhandling earlier, no. New ones that started to form in the corners of his eyes, just waiting to collapse under their own weight and making their way down to his flushed cheeks. Like a tortured yet highly ecstatic prey.
“See, wasn’t so hard now Law, was it?” Kid laughed mockingly, but not without giving him what he so desperately asked for.
“More…”
More.
Harder thrusts that kept him on the brink of insanity and ecstasy.
Deeper thrusts that met Law’s pitiful attempts to try to meet him halfway.
Law didn’t even know anymore what he was begging for. Just more. The tension that was collecting in his lower abdomen grew more and more, with no way to escape.
Until now.
Oh God.
“Fuck Kid… I think I—”
It was small, almost unnoticeable; the change in Law’s body language that tipped Kid off. The way his eyes became gradually more unfocused, virtually dazed. Tears had streamed down his face a long time ago, giving his face an additional dimension with all the beads of sweat that had collected all over him. How his breathing came in shorter, faltering bursts, flatter yet more intense.
“I knew you were on the kinky side, Law, getting off like this? You’re a real pervert.” Kid knew exactly what was gonna happen. And he had no intention of stopping it. On the contrary: He wanted to see what would happen if he pushed Law over the edge with that lewd piece of jewelry. Whether it would make his orgasm more intense or utterly unsatisfying: Kid was willing to find out now.
Kid’s thrusts picked up on speed, relentlessly pounding into Law. He let go of his grip on the other’s waist, considering his goal had shifted a little bit. He grabbed both of Law’s hands and pinned them to his sides. He just couldn’t risk Law trying to muffle even one moan, he wanted to hear every single one of ‘em, no matter how dirty or loud. Kid locked eyes with Law one last time before putting all his remaining stamina into his thrusts and Law’s reaction followed immediately.
Nothing more than a whimper, a sad excuse for a moan, really and slightly disappointing in Kid’s eyes. But what Law lacked in sound in that moment, he made up in fucking everything else. His back arched beautifully one last time before he tensed up completely. From the legs that Kid had previously thrown over his shoulder all the way to his restrained arms.
Law’s trapped cock managed to spill a good amount of his climax all over himself, with some drops collecting onto the cold office floor. His pelvis, in all the limited movement he had, twitched a few times before coming to an abrupt stop. With his eyes wide open, and matching his gaping mouth, Law could only watch in horror how a wicked grin spread over Kid’s face one last time.
“No, plea—”
Kid didn’t stop.
His grip didn’t loosen, and his thrusts didn’t slow down. Law was being thrown from a mind-blowing orgasm into merciless overstimulation. With no way to escape.
“Kid, I’m serio— hngh—”
But to no avail.
Kid picked up his pace again, not just to tease the man beneath him, but also because he himself was on the verge of his orgasm. An orgasm he started craving again the moment their last encounter ended. And Kid would be crazy to let go of that again too soon. “Just…a bit more, Law…”
Law wasn’t able to give a verbal answer, even if he wanted to. All words were stuck in his throat and reached his mouth as incomprehensive sounds all scrambled together. In between all of his whimpers and moans he managed to give Kid a weak nod. Kid acknowledged that response with a weak grin.
“Fuck, Law.” Both of them could tell that Kid was close as well. His whole body was ready to just let go and give Law everything he piled up over the last few weeks.
“I’m close, Law.” The thrusts turned sloppier and more random every second. Kid let go of the wrists he had fixed, instead he turned his attention to Law’s face. His legs slid down Kid’s body before hanging over the edge of the desk. Kid leaned over him, their faces merely inches apart. Like he was memorizing every expression that came over Law, not willing to let go again.
“You feel fucking amazing.
.
.
You’re doing so well Law…”
And there it was again. The praise that would slip out of him when he had nothing but Law in his mind. When their little rivalry had reached the climax and everything else left was pure honesty. The first words that would come to his mind and out of his mouth.
“Good…
Good boy…”
Kid managed to give it two more thrusts before he completely buried himself one last time inside of the other and released everything that had built up. Law felt how Kid filled him up yet could only give a weak whimper as a response. His arms spread out to his sides and his legs dangled on either side of Kid. Not being able to really do anything, but only to lay there and take it.
It was a comfortable silence that filled the room, with only their heavy breaths that filled the room. Until Kid began and removed himself out of Law. That sudden movement was met with a slight groan.
“Fuckin mess we made there.” Kid broke their silence, looking at all the bodily fluids that were spread all over the desk and floor of his office.
“That’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one with the mess dripping out of him, are you?”
“Ah shit, I forgot,” Kid groaned before looking for something to clean the mess off and in Law. He gave the tissues in the corner of the shelves an approving look, before grabbing the whole box and giving Law a few of them. The raven-haired on the other hand only gave him a crooked grin. “You got that much sex in your office that you need to stack up on some tissues here? How dirty.”
“If that’s your attempt to rile me up again, you’re failing, Law. This is a garage, and shit needs to be cleaned every god-damn hour.” Kid retorted after giving Law a quick sidelong glance.
“Still, it does seem like a quite strategic place to keep them.”
“Guess I just knew you would drag your ass into this little shop of mine.” He glanced downward and couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, “especially with that toy of yours. You always run around with something like that— in case some guy comes to get ya off in it?”
And now it was Law’s turn to give Kid’s answer a raised eyebrow and a small chuckle. He removed the key-necklace around his neck and used the key to open the cage. A small sigh escaped his lips before he reached for more tissue papers to clean the aftermath of their ordeal. “I told you, Kid. Wasn’t a coincidence I met you here.”
“What, you been stalking me now?”
“Not exactly, but when I left someone my phone number a few weeks ago and didn’t get an answer…” he started, making sure to throw away all the soiled tissues. “And when one of my colleagues at the hospital told me that he had his car in the repair shop, and that the owner of said shop looked like a grumpy giant with red hair, I wanted to come and check for myself.”
That snide little comment had its intended effect. Kid averted his gaze by lowering his eyes to the ground. “Told you…” he started proudly, before getting more and more quiet, “didn’t know how to call you.”
“Well…” Law hesitated before finishing that sentence. “You, Eustass Kid? At a loss for words? If I didn’t know you, I’d almost call that ‘cute’.” He looked around for his pants and found them wrinkled under the desk.
“Oh, shut it.” And while Kid’s tone of voice managed to stay surprisingly stable, his glowing cheeks gave away his timidity.