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The door to the limousine barely has time to open before a large hand is gripping Law’s bicep, roughly tugging him in. Law’s eyes widen in shock, gasping at the suddenness of it all. His back pressed against the seat before he can even think twice. Vergo closes the door without hesitance, and Law’s left plastered on leather, Doflamingo with his teeth grit. He doesn’t remember doing anything to garner the expression, Doflamingo visibly looking down at him.
“Good afternoon.” Law greets breathlessly, staring at his flushed reflection in Doflamingo’s glasses.
Doflamingo hums, the front door slamming shut before Vergo’s driving off. Law’s heart hammers in his chest when thick fingers trace the edge of his skirt, rubbing the soft material between his thumb and forefinger.
“What are you wearing Law?”
Law furrows his eyebrows at the question because it’s quite clear what he’s wearing. It’s not the first time Law has worn a skirt, a dress even for that matter.
“It’s a skirt Doflamingo.” Law has trouble hiding the snark in his tone and Doflamingo releases the skirt, hand sliding down his thigh.
The man acts as if he’s never seen anyone in such clothing and it almost makes Law squirm, wondering if he likes it or not. Law should have asked, but he’s never been one to do so in a relationship. If he likes something he’s going to wear it one way or the other, but with Doflamingo he’s unused to being under his type of scrutiny. Hell, if Law is being honest with himself, he’s still a little unnerved being with Doflamingo. The fact that they’ve been going out for almost 2 months still comes as a shock to him.
“You know we’ll be out in public.”
Is that what has Doflamingo so worried?
“Yes I know.”
Doflamingo’s fingers brush his inner thigh and Law’s heart skyrockets in his chest. His eyes flick to where the partition is still down, light streaming in from the glass.
“Dofla-“
“Do you always wear clothing like this out in public?” Doflamingo’s tone is genuinely curious.
This time Law does squirm because Doflamingo’s raising his palm higher, so close to where he’s somehow already aching. Doflamingo’s ever present possessiveness rearing its head, and Law will be the first to admit that he’s always liked that side of him. With others it had been overbearing, but Doflamingo does so naturally. The aura of a man that has people willingly obeying him without even speaking, of course Law would find it hot as hell.
“Uh huh,” Law licks his lips, “they’re just, it’s just comfortable.”
“I see.” Doflamingo hasn’t looked at Law once since he’s stepped into the fancy car, and for some reason that arouses him.
The fact that the perfectly stoic and always intact Donquixote Doflamingo is getting tripped up by a flimsy little skirt is amusing to Law at best. Law subtly spreads his other leg apart, but what he doesn’t foresee as soon as he does that is Doflamingo’s hand swooping in. Law’s back arches off the seat when Doflamingo cups him, quickly biting his fist but that doesn’t hide the sound that rips out of him.
Doflamingo massages Law’s pussy in an addicting way, large hand rubbing on his panties, fingers expertly lined between his covered folds. Law didn’t realize how wet he was until Doflamingo touched him, and now that he is he can’t help but grow wetter. He’s always loved Doflamingo’s hands, his body, that wicked tongue of his. Doflamingo is sure and expert, his age of experience one that has never failed to leave Law completely slack and mute.
“You smell so good.” Doflamingo suddenly whispers, leaning in close to nuzzle Law’s throat.
His other hand slaps away Law’s fist, fingers thrumming along his cunt.
“Doflamingo.” Law murmurs, breathing picking up.
Law looks frantically at Vergo just as Doflamingo is licking the lobe of his ear, sucking the jewelry into his mouth with a nip of his teeth. The clink of his piercings make Law shiver, nails clawing at leather to hold himself back.
“Oh god,” Law sighs, eyes rolling when Doflamingo finds his clit and rubs at it, “please, Doffy, please. I can’t be quiet here.”
Law’s quiet pleading falls on deaf ears, clearly, because Doflamingo makes it as if he said nothing at all. Law gasps when Doflamingo drops down, shoving his leg apart further to bury his face on his cunt. Law releases a shocked squeak, gripping Doflamingo’s hair, wide eyes staring up at Vergo and then back down. Doflamingo licks against his panties and Law writhes on the seat, wishing the partition was rolled up to conceal them. Doflamingo doesn’t have the same train of thoughts, he slips to the floor, fingers hooked in Law’s panties to tug them down to his knees.
“Wait.”
Doflamingo’s tongue is already hanging out of his mouth and that’s just not fucking fair. How the hell is Law supposed to say no when he clearly wants him so badly, and all because he’s wearing a damn skirt. Law raises enough to flip the bottom of his skirt up, not wanting the garment to get ruined so easily. While it’s not his most expensive one, it is his most flattering.
“Try not to make too much of a mess.” Law murmurs, praying to every deity that Vergo did not hear.
Doflamingo doesn’t nod, doesn’t give any form of acknowledgment, he quickly dives under his skirt and the second his pierced tongue touches Law’s cunt his head is falling back to the seat. Law bites his lip hard, regulating his breathing so that he doesn’t moan to alert Vergo, but Doflamingo makes it so damn hard. He’s already drooling all over him, long tongue flicking up and down his slit, teasing him with the double piercing lining it.
Law’s hand flies to where his head is under the skirt, gripping for balance but Doflamingo must think it’s encouragement because he groans loudly. Doflamingo starts lapping away at his pussy, slurping on his clit, back down to his entrance to stick his fat tongue deep inside of Law. Whatever thoughts Law had flee from his mind, all of his focus is on Doflamingo eating him out in a way he’s never experienced.
Both of Doflamingo’s hands slide close to his folds, spreading him apart so he can properly fuck him with his tongue. Law tried to be quiet, really, he did, but his pussy is already sensitive to head and Doflamingo doesn’t make it any better since he’s pierced. Law’s trying to muffle his whines as best as he can, swallow moans despite the way Doflamingo zigzags his way up, tracing around his sensitive nub.
Law’s hands scramble to the seat, thighs shaking, chest heaving. Law’s flushed all over, so fucking wet with his own arousal but more with Doflamingo’s spit. Law’s thighs clamp around Doflamingo’s head when he suctions over his clit, tugging on it and Law actually squeals.
His eyes fly open at the sound, looking straight to where Vergo is. Law knows he heard it, it’s unmistakable, especially with Doflamingo smacking on his pussy. But Vergo makes no move to look behind him, the shades though, much like Doflamingo’s except a different shape and color. Law wonders if he’s watching him behind them, admiring the way his boss’s little boyfriend is cute and flushed. The thought alone makes him whine, curl his fingers onto leather.
Doflamingo wraps big hands around his thighs to yank them apart, groaning as he slurps at his entrance, nose pressed against his clit because of him licking around his walls. Law’s eyes roll, spasming on the seat. He’s never been with someone who not only had a passion for eating him out, but also the talent to go with it. Doflamingo’s long tongue was meant for touching all of Law, not leaving anything untraced, his piercings a teasing dance. Law could grow addicted to it, maybe he already has.
“So good,” Doflamingo pants, fingers tightening on his skin, “you taste so fucking good.”
Law’s mewl is high pitched and whiny, head thrashing on the seat at the sudden onslaught. Doflamingo messily shoving his face onto Law’s pussy, he’s sure that he’s hardly even eating him out. Doflamingo is moving like a desperate man, licking any part of him that he can, slurping wildly. Spit pools between the cheeks of Law’s ass, caking even his inner thighs, the leather below him. Doflamingo nips Law’s clit harshly, and the pain alone is what sends him over the edge.
Law convulses on the seat, hole clenching at the tongue that shoves into him, sobbing some semblance of Doflamingo’s name. Law doesn’t have enough time processing, still coming down from his high but now realizing that he’s on the floor of this pristine limo. Doflamingo’s hand that was cradling the back of his head pulls away, sitting on his heels.
Doflamingo looks so expansive in such a secluded space, otherworldly kneeling in between Law’s legs. There’s not another that could ever get Law as weak as Doflamingo, with his muscles stretching his shirt, looking as if the buttons might pop at any moment. Slacks molded around thick thighs; knees powerful. The bulge between his legs one that was meant for worship, straining against the zipper.
Doflamingo’s face is a fucking mess, glistening and chin dripping, ignoring that to slide Law’s panties off. Law stares at him through lidded eyes that widen comically when Doflamingo brings the soiled garment to his nose, inhaling with a deep groan. Law’s walls positively throb, can only lay and watch as Doflamingo brings a palm to his cock to stroke himself. The veins of his hand prominent because of how hard he’s clutching Law’s panties.
Law’s never been the object of such a depraved act. If he’s being fairly honest with himself, he noticed intimate moments together with Doflamingo where his eyes would glow a little bit too darkly, he’d be just a tad bit too sadistic, a little more nasty. But the action now is downright dirty, and Law pulsates because of it. So incredibly turned on by the accompanying shiver from Doflamingo, how he pockets his panties without asking if that’s okay.
Law can only stare in aroused shock as Doflamingo runs a shaking hand through his hair, plucking his glasses off to toss them on the couch along the side of the limo. The unfamiliar color of his eyes always leaves Law breathless. Here in the afternoon light, with the backdrop silhouetting his large form, sun rays barely glowing in the backseat, it makes his crimson eyes look even more sinister.
A shiver rolls down his spine, biting his lip when Doflamingo’s hands slide under Law’s knees to easily drag them over his shoulder. Doflamingo keeps his eyes on him as he drops to his elbows, fingers digging into his skin as his tongue lolls out, two gold hoops glinting in the dim lighting. He’s so fucking sexy, Law moans at the sight of him alone, anticipation lining his skin. Doflamingo doesn’t keep him waiting long, he circles Law’s clit with more composure than before and he moans softly.
Law shivers on the floor when Doflamingo’s lips seal over it, suckling while flicking his jewelry around it. Goddamn does this man know how to eat pussy. Doflamingo tongue kisses his way down his slit, licking between his folds with a pleased hum that sends vibrations up Law’s spine. Doflamingo pulls away to spit on Law’s pussy, quickly delving back in to lick it up.
“Fuck,” Law whines, threading his fingers through Doflamingo’s hair, “you’re so good baby, please don’t stop.”
Doflamingo’s eyes roll closed, the reaction making it as if he’s getting off on this as much as Law is. He licks a little more fervently, panting against him as drool drips down to his throbbing asshole. Doflamingo opens his mouth wide, blonde eyelashes fluttering when he sticks his tongue in deep, licking around his pulsating walls slowly. Doflamingo moans just as brokenly as Law when he starts fucking him with it, stiffening the appendage up while Law clenches tight around him.
Law falls so damn slack on the floor, jaw hanging open with pleasure, getting lost in the sensation. Doflamingo sucks his way down to Law’s taint, going further only to tease him with a trace around his rim before his lips are on his clit again. One hand is gone from Law’s thigh and he whines when thick fingers shove into his pussy. Doflamingo grows faster with his pace, sucking Law’s clit in a way that has bubbles foaming around his lips, fingerfucking him roughly.
Law’s back arches off the floor, both hands flying to Doflamingo’s hair as he sobs loudly. Doflamingo pays no mind to how loud Law is being, that Vergo is only right there. He keeps on going until heat is coiling in Law’s belly, his breaths coming out like whiny mewls. It feels so fucking good Law can’t stand it, he grows mindless when Doflamingo hooks his fingers, rubbing on his g spot with accurate precision. Law’s eyes roll back, entire body shaking as he orgasms again.
And Doflamingo doesn’t stop, not even when his walls contract and squeeze his fingers tight. Doflamingo raises up on his knees, free hand gripping Law’s waist to drag him up until only his upper back is on the floor. Law screams because of Doflamingo adding another finger, yanking at his hair which is futile. Doflamingo opens his eyes, staring intently at Law while he ruins him. Law’s sure he won’t ever be the same for another man again, not after this.
It was only supposed to be a shopping trip, but it’s turned into Doflamingo eating Law out, finger fucking him until he’s blubbering on words. Law’s barely holding it together, every breath of his hitching with oversensitivity. Law’s sure white flashes behind his eyes because of his next orgasm, Doflamingo practically forcing it out of him. Law’s hands scramble to the floor, the seat, one on the bar, trying to pull away from the onslaught but Doflamingo follows him.
Tears sting Law’s eyes when his back clashes with the floor, Doflamingo dropping to his elbows, not stopping with picking him apart. Law’s chest his heaving, choking on his own spit because it’s too fucking much. Law’s hips rise and fall, unknowing if he wants this to continue or end. He’s never ending, no beginning at all, only what Doflamingo is giving him right now in this moment. Law’s toes curl when an unfamiliar sensation pools close to his clit, squirming on the floor.
“Wait, wait,” Law sobs, trying to thrash away, “’s too much, oh god.”
Doflamingo presses hard on Law’s g spot and he practically blanks out, feeling wetness stream out of him. Doflamingo groans in delight, mouth sealing over him to slurp it all up. Law spasms on the floor, fingers twitching in aftershocks. He’s never squirted before, but then again, he’s never had back to back orgasms, let alone dealing with head. Doflamingo seems to be in an entire league of his own. Luckily, he pulls away, and Law can’t even sigh with relief. He’s so strung up, still high off oversensitivity, his body shivering in a way it never has.
Law only blinks bleary eyes open when he notices how cold he is without Doflamingo on him, only to witness the moment he sucks the same fingers that were buried in his cunt into his mouth. Doflamingo makes a show out of licking around the digits, moaning happily, and Law’s sure he won’t ever get that sight out of his mind. It’s the most arousing thing Law’s ever experienced. He follows his eyes down when Doflamingo moves his hand, and he groans weakly.
“Pl, please. I c-can’t take anymore.”
Doflamingo strokes his cock, lathering it up with his own spit.
“It’s okay baby,” Doflamingo reassures, and Law’s not so sure he cares if he can take it or not, “I won’t last long.”
As if that’s supposed to mean something with that massive fucking dick of his. Doflamingo drops to one elbow, lining himself up to Law’s entrance and he whimpers pathetically, more tears pooling in the corner of his eyes. Doflamingo licks his lips as if that gets him off more, and Law is almost positive he’s a masochist because his pussy throbs at the thought.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” Doflamingo murmurs, sweaty forehead knocking against Law’s, “been thinking about you for weeks.”
Doflamingo’s cock breeches his hole and Law arches entirely off the floor, walls tightening. Doflamingo doesn’t stop, he keeps pushing in and Law feels him all over. The throbbing of his veins, how he molds Law’s pussy to fit around him. Law’s eyes roll, bucking insistently until Doflamingo pushes off his elbows to grip his waist in a bruising hold. Doflamingo groans when he looks down, pulling out only to fuck back into him deeper than before, repeating the motion until he shoves in the last few inches and Law cries pathetically.
The distention is nearly painful, Doflamingo nudging on his belly button. Law doesn’t have any time to adjust when he picks up a rough pace, driving in hard enough for Law to hiccup on moans and sobs, shaky hand pressing on his belly. Doflamingo bulges his stomach with every pump of his cock and Law’s eyes roll once more, gagging as he slams in deep, hard enough that Law shifts up on the floor.
“Fuck, just look at you,” Doflamingo praises, hands shifting so that his fingers are spreading Law apart, not breaking his brutal rhythm, “I’ll never get over this sight. You take me so well baby.”
Law doesn’t feel as if he’s taking it well, he’s going insane, barely even able to keep up. Trying to scramble backwards at the thick length plunging in and out of him. They haven’t been together long, Law not so familiar with the entirety of Doflamingo who has not a care in the world for his struggling. It isn’t until he drops to his hands that Law realizes the rocking of the limo, how it’s matching Doflamingo’s pace because they’ve now stopped. Heat flares to Law’s cheeks, knowing that it’s noticeable. Not only to on lookers, but also to Vergo who’s right there in the driver’s seat.
“Stop running Law,” Doflamingo warns, “a slut like you can take it.”
So much for Doflamingo saying he won’t last long. Sure, Law’s taken multiple dicks, but nobody has ever been as big or long as Doflamingo. Law wills himself to relax, trying to regulate his breathing. Even as he does so his head ends up shoving against the floorboard of the seat, trembling hands reaching the edge so that he won’t get fucked into it. And there it is, the way Doflamingo’s eyes seem to glow, grinning like a damn maniac as he pummels his pussy.
“That’s it baby, it feels good, yeah?” Doflamingo purrs like the devil himself, big palm shoving on his chest to keep him locked in place, “you’ve never felt anything this good, isn’t that right?”
Law moans at the words, the manhandling, finding himself falling pliant despite how oversensitive he is. Law sniffles and nods, arousal coursing through him when Doflamingo bites his lip. His hands cover over Law’s, the action bringing them not quite face to face, but to where he can’t look away from the hypnotizing glow of Doflamingo’s eyes. It’s mesmerizing, how he’s able to keep his stride, not breaking the slap of his hips with the fast pace.
“Want me to pull out?”
“No,” Law whines, “no, god no, come in me.”
Doflamingo groans lowly, slipping to his elbows once more. He’s panting heavily against Law’s face, growing larger inside of him. Doflamingo pumps in and out of him at a mindless pace, red eyes rolling when Law’s walls clench. The sight of him falling apart has him moaning wantonly, sweaty hands sliding off leather to reach around to his ass. Law spreads his legs as wide as they can go, jaw falling slack when his cock brushes over that spot of nerves, each driving feeling more delicious than the last.
“My god,” Law keens, “my fuckin’ gosh, don’t stop baby, don’t stop.”
Law’s cheeks heat up at his debauched voice, so unfamiliar even to his own ears. Doflamingo blinks, staring at him with lidded eyes, nodding without saying a word. His gaze flicks down to Law’s parted lips, delving forward hungrily. Doflamingo’s pierced tongue licks deep into Law’s mouth, the taste of him lined in the buds. Law whines, tilting his head for more of it, feeling Doflamingo in him so deep.
Law’s hands slide from Doflamingo’s ass up to his back, relishing in the shifting of his muscles, how strong he is above Law. Up further to tangle his fingers in blonde hair, returning the kiss with equal enthusiasm. It’s a messy glide of their lips, not at all as meticulous as it usually is. It’s both of them making desperate noises, spit pooling out the sides of their mouths. Sloppy thrusts from Doflamingo leaving Law tensing up, thighs snapping closed around his strong waist.
Law breaks the kiss when his fat tip pounds on his sweet spot, Doflamingo taking over by sucking on his tongue. He bobs his head to match his pace, lips closed tight, groaning when he flicks his piercings around the tip of Law’s. It’s delectable, which is surprising considering Law hasn’t ever cared for sloppy make outs before, but Doflamingo was meant for this. Law can only lay pliant and keep loose, losing himself in the dirty fucking his cunt and tongue are receiving.
Doflamingo pulls away with a broken sound, sliding his hands under Law’s back to sweep him up. Law’s eyes roll when he’s sat fully on his cock, feeling him up to his throat. Doflamingo bounces Law on and off his thick length, the car jumping right along with them.
“You like it baby?”
Law whines because of how desperate it comes out, as if Doflamingo needs to know if he’s making this good for him, which is insane because it’s mind blowing. This is the best Law has ever been fucked and it’s in the backseat of his damn limousine. Law wraps his legs around Doflamingo’s waist, tugging him by his hair to press a messy kiss to his lips.
“I love it daddy.”
Law doesn’t know where the fuck that came from, but Doflamingo doesn’t seem to mind the name if the rolling of his eyes is anything to go by. Doflamingo doesn’t groan, he whines when he shoves them back to the floor, forehead plastered between the dip of Law’s neck. He ruts into him without any finesse, solely doing it for the purpose of chasing his orgasm and that alone is what sends Law over the edge.
Doflamingo’s moan is as broken as it gets when Law flutters tightly around him. Law’s skin growing slick because of how hard he’s panting, his drives nearly animalistic. He fucks Law hard through it, shoving in from root to tip, staying settled balls deep so that Law really feels it. Law spasms against him, wondering how the fuck he has so much energy. Law’s quickly reaching exhaustion, limbs boneless, the only thing keeping him grounded are the firm thrusts Doflamingo continues to aim at his abused g spot.
“Say it again Law,” Doflamingo urges, nails digging into his back out of pure franticness, “call me daddy, need to hear it.”
Law tries to work his mouth open, form something other than shrill screams, pitiful sobs, but it’s all too much. Law can feel the heavy slap of Doflamingo’s balls even through his boxers, fat dick fucking him mute. Doflamingo starts rolling his hips in bold grinds, each one more determined than the last.
Law sniffles, burying his face on Doflamingo’s shoulders, twitching arms wrapping around him. Law gasps when he tries to speak, the shaking of his body uncontrollable at this point. Law seizes up when Doflamingo shoves inside of him faster, the sloppy sounds of how wet he is echoing in the car.
“Fuck, I love this cunt,” Doflamingo grunts, “so fucking wet baby, gonna fill you up so good, leave you dripping.”
Law whines, arching into Doflamingo, walls pulsating to milk him closer to his release.
“Pl- please, please,” Law chants, “it’s yours daddy, ‘s all yours.”
Heat swelters all around them, lining their clothes, every touch of Doflamingo’s hot against his skin. Doflamingo’s hands slide up Law’s body, bringing his shirt with it, pulling away to slot their lips together. Law whimpers into it when Doflamingo slams in to a hilt, groaning against his mouth. Law’s eyes roll closed at the first sign of warmth, how Doflamingo spurts deep inside of him. Law bucks his hips to chase his own orgasm, shuddering because of Doflamingo helping him, panting harshly against his lips as he does so.
It's euphoric, falling over the edge with Doflamingo, screaming his name. Law doesn’t know why on earth he’s never done it before, but having Doflamingo fill him to the brim with come is the most pleasurable sensation. Law’s orgasm is intense because of it, convulsing under Doflamingo who does nothing except pin his weight to keep him in place. Thrusting his hips forward so Law can really feel how big of a load he shoots.
Doflamingo’s release lasts longer than Law’s, and he can’t help but think about how he must’ve really wanted it. A man like Doflamingo most likely doesn’t touch himself since he could have any hole that he pleased. Law’s somehow grateful he saved his first creampie for him, knowing nobody at all has never felt him without the constriction of a condom. Law knows it’s not Doflamingo’s first time, but somewhere deep inside of him he hopes this felt just as new to him.
Law doesn’t know why he feels the sudden influx of emotions, considering it’s not like him, especially after sex. Sex has always been just that, but with Doflamingo he hopes it means something more. That Doflamingo won’t grow tired of him too soon. With a heavy sigh Doflamingo pulls away, cheeks red as he runs a hand through his hair. And with the shift comes the remembrance of their surroundings.
Law flushes at the rush of cars outside, a flick to the windows shows them fogged up. He doesn’t know whether to be relieved or not to find Vergo standing by their door, back against it with his arms crossed. Not a care in the world. Law wonders if Doflamingo has done this often. Large hands sweep over Law’s thighs, close to where he’s still buried inside of him, and he hopes to every deity that Doflamingo doesn’t want to go shopping anymore.
Doflamingo pulls out slowly, eyes enraptured as he bites his lip. Law’s lucky that the rough fucking bunched his skirt up to his waist because otherwise the rush of come would’ve stained the black material. Instead, it drools down to the rim of his ass, pooling in a puddle on the floor. No doubt it’ll stain, more heat rushes to Law’s face and he throws an arm over his eyes. Doflamingo laughs loudly, thick fingers sliding to where he’s still throbbing, pushing the come deeper in him.
“I wish I could keep you plugged,” Doflamingo says wistfully, “a shame, but I guess the panties will do.”
Law’s eyes widen, jerking his arm away in time to see Doflamingo sucking his fingers clean. Law would have got lost in the enticing sight, but there are much more important things to handle right now.
“We’re still going shopping?” Law hates how little he sounds, his throat a fucking mess because of all the screaming.
Doflamingo raises a nonexistent eyebrow, staring down at Law as if he’s stupid.
“I hope you didn’t think this would be enough to distract me.”
The this in question is a flick of Law’s skirt that’s flared on his stomach. Law actually pouts, he’d even stomp his foot if he could.
“I don’t wanna go shopping now.”
Doflamingo coos, ignoring him by plucking his panties out of his pocket, tossing them to him.
“You’re so cute baby,” Doflamingo pats his thigh, “I’m sure you know better than to talk back.”
Law’s not so sure that’s meant to be a reminder considering it comes out like a threat. He’d push it further if not for the front of the limousine opening up, and that gets Law snapping to attention. He’s quick to put his panties on, cheeks flaring when Vergo looks to them- well, to Doflamingo.
“Ready young master?”
Law wonders just how rich one must be in order to be addressed that way. Maybe he is in over his head.
“Monet has been asking?”
Doflamingo looks behind him, paying no mind to Law at all. He tries to put himself together as best as he can during that time, but Law’s sure that no matter the amount of time he won’t be. His face is on fire, his cunt is throbbing, legs shaking embarrassingly when he kneels to situate his skirt.
“There was an appointment.” Vergo’s reminder is met with a scoff, a sudden big hand wrapping in Law’s hair.
“She can wait,” Doflamingo grunts, yanking Law down, “clean your mess up Law.”
Law licks his lips at the sight, wishing Doflamingo would have tugged his balls out also. Law drives forward because he’s easy, an easy little slut to please Doflamingo. His arms are wobbling as he kneels, but he does his best in licking Doflamingo clean, tasting himself and also Doflamingo’s come down the impressive length. Even while soft he’s huge, bulging Law’s mouth, stretching him wide. Law rubs his legs together for relief, getting turned on as he bobs his head.
“Have Monet get ready,” Doflamingo replies casually, dragging Law’s head on and off his soft cock faster, “start with the Chanel line, something vintage skirt wise, and heels. Can you walk in heels princess?”
Law moans around the mouthful, finding it so fucking hot Doflamingo is conducting business while he’s sucking him off. He nods as best as he can with Doflamingo keeping himself warm inside of his mouth, not even growing hard, really using him like a cleaning rag. It puts in perfect perspective Law’s place, meant for pleasing yet getting spoiled afterwards.
“Stilettoes, Vergo, make them high,” fucking sadist, “that will be it for now. Leave us.”
Law’s pussy clenches at the order, chin soaked in drool when Doflamingo pulls him off his cock. Doflamingo looks down at him thoughtfully, most likely admiring the way he just fucked Law stupid and is now about to send him on a shopping spree.
“Vergo.”
Law can see the way Vergo pauses.
“Tell Monet to have a spare change of panties also.”
Law’s cheeks flame up, glancing to the front just as the door is slamming shut.
“When we get inside give me your panties.” Doflamingo says without a care in the world, releasing Law’s hair to tuck himself away.
He looks a lot more put together than Law. Doflamingo’s cheeks are no longer flushed, his shirt the slightest bit wet because of recent activities, but that’s it. No shaking to his limbs, dazed expression, heaving chest. Law’s the only one feeling raw yet somehow still aroused.
“Come Law, it’s time to go.”
Law ducks his head as he turns, quickly wiping the spit off his mouth. Vergo opens the door the rest of the way once Law reaches for the handle, and he allows him to do so, squinting his eyes at the sudden influx of sunlight. The breeze wafts under Law’s skirt, his soiled panties, a permanent blush on his cheeks because he can feel how slick his thighs are, knees wobbling.
“Oh, and Vergo.”
Law looks back when Doflamingo speaks, watching him unfasten three of his top buttons, revealing golden skin in a teasing display. Doflamingo doesn’t play fair not one fucking bit.
“Yes, young master?”
Doflamingo’s grin is wicked as hell, looking to Law with teasing eyes before putting on his sunglasses.
“How did he sound?” Doflamingo muses.
Law’s eyes widen, jerking his head around with a pounding heart.
“Like a dream, sir.”
Doflamingo’s laugh is booming, a large hand covering the base of Law’s spine, pushing him forward.
“I told you.”