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They don’t live together yet, but with how often Luffy stays over, he might as well pack up everything and move right in.
Law wouldn’t mind, he thinks, as he’s pulling warm sheets from the dryer and bundling them up against his bare chest, because half of Luffy’s belongings are already here anyway.
Kicking the dryer shut and ambling to the bedroom they share, Law thinks he wouldn’t mind not only because Luffy is already always here, but because he’s gotten more than accustomed to the certain brand of chaos Luffy is always in the center of and even though the average person would agree dealing with it is more stress than it’s worth, Law finds himself wondering where he would even be if Luffy hadn’t shown up out of the blue one day and grabbed him by the heartstrings.
He sighs, because getting Luffy to shower at all is a hassle most of the time, and he still refuses to do it everyday, but as long as he does it more than once a week Law can't really argue too much about it. There’s nothing wrong with a bit of compromise here and there. Even the fact he's still in there is surprising enough because he's usually in and out like Law can't tell he didn't even wash his hair or anything, but the amount of times Law makes him get back in must be teaching him something because it's been a whole five minutes now, at least, and Law has to admit he's kind of impressed.
Shaking out the rumpled sheets and grabbing an elastic corner, Law pulls it over one edge of the bed and tucks it cleanly under the heavy mattress. Shuffling around the bed, Law does this for each side, and sometime in between getting that done, the spray of the shower shuts off and Law passively listens as Luffy pads around the attached bathroom. As he shoves a fluffy pillow in its thin case, Law can imagine Luffy barely drying off before struggling to squeeze himself into clothes that stick to his soaking body.
He’s so damn impatient, but no matter how many times Law informs him how much easier getting dressed would be if he’d take the time to pat himself down at the very least, Luffy never takes it to heart and continues fighting with clothing until he’s at least somewhat presentable.
Well, nothing has been knocked over or came crashing to the floor yet so he must not be flailing around too much, and by the time Law is tossing the second, cased pillow on the mostly finished bed, aside from the comforter he still needs to switch over to the dryer, Luffy bursts through the door to the bedroom with his thin, wet hair dripping all over the neck of his red t-shirt.
"I feel better, Torao," he sighs, stepping out of the doorway and into the room where Law had been working on the bed and flops face first right across the center, bouncing a bit on the plush mattress and soaking the dark sheets with his less-than-dry hair, which looks as if he didn't even bother to run a towel through it.
Law restrains himself from getting on to him for it, because it's a little too late now. Plus, it's only water, it'll dry in a bit, but still, he bites back his verbal complaints and sighs them instead. "How about showering every day then?" he says, pushing the hygiene agenda once more before taking a seat on the opposite side of Luffy, facing away from where he lies on the bed.
He gets a muffled groan in response which is more than he could have even hoped for.
It goes quiet after that, and Law remembers he should probably get the comforter started in the dryer, but before he can get on that Luffy says, with his face still shoved into the sheets, "Smells good, like Torao."
A simple statement like that...shouldn't have Law's stomach growing warm the way it is now, or his thighs squeezing together where his legs are crossed one over the other. It's just an innocent observation, especially coming from Luffy no less, so he shouldn't be attempting to fight off the urge of dirtying the fresh sheets he just finished cleaning…marking them with sweat, among other things.
Not only that, but they've both already showered too, so it'd be such a waste to get down to business after all the effort he went through just to convince Luffy to wash off in the first place, which wasn't all that hard this time around since Law had threatened to put him on the couch if he dared to touch his nice, clean bed before doing so. Luffy had pouted a bit, but ultimately agreed without much of a fight, so as much as Law hates to admit it, he might feel a little guilty if he seduced Luffy after all of that.
It's just so tempting though, and he chews on his bottom lip while Luffy breathes in deep again behind him.
"I'm hard, Torao."
Well, that certainly lessens the burden of bringing it up himself. At least even after they finish up he can pin some of the blame on Luffy.
Of course, Luffy has never been the type to shy away from getting what he wants. If he says it, then he means it, and sometimes Law is willing to go along with it because sometimes his and Luffy's wants just so happen to line up.
"Are you saying you want to have sex, Luffy-ya?" He asks, already knowing the answer but wanting Luffy to admit it.
He hears him grumble into the sheets behind him and the playful grin curving Law’s mouth remains unseen.
"Yes..." Luffy pouts, and Law hears him shuffling on the bed before he continues with, "but Torao won't do it because the sheets are all clean."
His voice is clear now and Law can imagine Luffy has his round chin propped on his hand with a cute little frown on his face. "We can always do it somewhere else," he suggests, still turned away from Luffy so he doesn't catch on too quickly of his teasing from the look on his face. “Oh, but you just showered, Luffy-ya, we can’t let all your hard work go to waste.”
As fun as it is to string Luffy along, Law finally decides to lie back across the bed, slightly to Luffy's side so he can glance up at him from where he lays and, sure enough, he’s met with a grumpy little stuck out bottom lip.
“I’ll shower again,” he grumbles, oblivious to the implications of the fond smile Law is giving him.
“Of course you will,” Law sighs, “but first, you have to put in the effort of earning another one,” and he slaps the back of Luffy’s soaked head with a heavy palm and pulls him down for a persuasive kiss.
The angle is so awkward, and no matter how Law tilts his head their mouths don’t line up quite right, but that hardly deters Law from slipping his insistent tongue between Luffy’s thin lips and sighing when Luffy meets him with just as much enthusiasm.
Along with the terrible angle and cold drops of water falling on his face from Luffy’s soaking wet hair, Law pulls Luffy away by the back of his damp shirt, “Care to get a little more comfortable with me?” and sinks his teeth in the corner of his bottom lip, fluttering his long lashes in a way that would have any other man fucking him into the mattress by now while Luffy simply blinks at him.
Not because he’s any less attracted to Law as anyone else might be, but simple displays of lust are lost on him, no matter how hard Law attempts to seduce him on a near daily basis.
If he doesn’t out-right ask for it, Luffy might not get it, but when he gets it he gets it.
“Okay, but where?” he asks while absently glancing around the room and Law can’t stop the rushed huff of a muted laugh blowing from his nose as Luffy responds essentially how he predicted him to. Oh, how easily he forgets all the other convenient surfaces they’ve fooled around on up to now.
Rolling away from Luffy, Law shuffles around on the bed until he’s lounging back on plush pillows, heavy with the scent of his usual detergent, the same scent that supposedly smells like Torao and is enough to get Luffy hard for him, and pulls his legs up, spreading them just enough for him to peer at Luffy still stretched across the bed, from between his open knees. “Come here, idiot.”
And Luffy doesn’t waste a single second to settle his way between Law’s legs, spreading them easily with insistent pushes until he can fit between them.
Winding his bare arms around Luffy’s damp neck, Law tugs him down and picks up where they left off.
This kiss is so much better. It’s deep and sensual while Luffy’s curious hands begin to roam Law’s body, familiar to him yet still so desperate to touch.
Despite being literally on top of him, Law doesn’t think Luffy is nearly close enough, so he slings one of his long legs behind Luffy’s back, and with the added leverage he has around his neck, Law hauls all his weight to one side and drags Luffy with him until he’s sitting on Luffy’s lap and every bit of evidence of Luffy’s proposed arousal is pressing insistently into his ass.
Rocking back on it, Law groans when Luffy’s dick twitches beneath him and Luffy’s wandering hands are back on him, grabbing his bony hips and keeping him moving.
“But…the sheets…” Luffy trails off in a breathy sigh as they move against each other and Law can’t keep the besotted grin off his face because Luffy isn’t the considerate type on most days.
“Still worried about something so trivial when I’m sitting on your dick, Luffy-ya?” he purrs just before bracing himself on both palms pressed into the bed on either side of Luffy’s shoulders. He leans down close, enjoying the tiny blush building on Luffy’s cute face and says, “Why don’t you forget about it and help me get them dirty again?” and takes Luffy’s mouth a third time, breathing a low moan into him as his strong grip tightens on Law’s narrow hips.
With as wet as Luffy’s hair is, Law is well aware it must be soaking into the pillowcase beneath him by now. It’s a nagging thought that won’t quite disappear entirely while they undo all of Law’s work, but Luffy’s forceful tongue boldly licks into Law’s mouth with a couple years worth of experience figuring out how to kiss Law silly, and he’s hoping Luffy can fuck those annoying worries right out of his anxious head. He’s already aching to be filled and Luffy seems more than up for the task.
When Law pulls away again, Luffy gives him an adorable, toothy grin and says, “Sure, Torao,” but he’s quick to flip that bright smile into a stern frown and adds, “but don’t get mad at me later because you’re the one who said it’s okay.”
And Law really can’t help the pure affection blooming in his fluttering chest as Luffy rightfully proclaims his innocence, so he hides his own smile, the one he can’t seem to get rid of, in a soft kiss to Luffy’s warm forehead. “Get the lube,” he murmurs into Luffy’s skin and sits up in Luffy’s lap again.
While Luffy fumbles for the bedside table, Law pushes up to his knees and tugs at the loose band of his sweats. “Do you want to use a condom?” Luffy wonders while he rustles around in the drawer.
“I want you to use that empty head of yours,” he sighs as he shoves his irritating sweats down his legs and his aching cock springs free from confines. “We’re trying to make a mess, Luffy-ya,” and before Law can completely shuffle out of his sweats, Luffy’s impatient little ass is bucking him off his lap and rolling over him before he can reorient himself enough to kick them off his legs.
There’s nothing to worry about when Luffy is already yanking them off and throwing them across the room. Law figures now that Luffy has no inhibitions about the clean sheets he’s free to fuck Law however he likes, which is how Law wants him to do it anyway.
Now that he’s fully undressed, Luffy pushes his legs apart and fits in between again, right where he should be. It's always an attractive sight with Luffy confident between his legs, but he’s a little too covered up for Law’s taste, so he reaches one of his unfairly long arms out and grabs Luffy by the collar of his shirt. “Take this off,” he selfishly demands and Luffy is ducking out of it with Law’s eager help.
Tossing it aside much like Luffy had before with his pants, Law drags his appreciative gaze down the toned expanse of Luffy’s muscular body. His smaller stature and rounder features are mildly displaced on a body so well built, but Law is still wildly attracted to him enough to spread his legs for him time and time again.
“And don’t make it boring or I’ll rescind any and all peace offerings for dirtying my sheets,” he says in an empty, distracted threat, but despite his shallow fib, Luffy is still gullible enough to give him a pouty glare before popping open the lube and squeezing a generous amount onto his palm.
While Luffy smooths it over his hands, Law spreads his legs further and tilts his hips up for him. He indulgently stares as Luffy drops his thoroughly slick hand behind Law’s heavy balls. He slips so easily between Law’s cheeks and when he presses a firm finger against Law’s hole, he grumpily says, “You think I’m boring, Torao,” and shoves one finger in as far as he can without any warning.
Just one finger is more of a tease than anything else, drawing a soft gasp at the unexpected push inside, so Law lets Luffy take his attitude out on him with quick, jabbing thrusts while he sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and hungrily watches the muscles of Luffy’s arm flex as he hastily works him open.
The second finger stretches a greedy moan from Law’s chest and he lets his head fall back into his fluffy pillow while his hips move with Luffy’s searching fingers. He can feel the pads rubbing him inside with every practiced curl and just when he’s ready to demand Luffy hurry up and fuck him, Luffy then stuffs him with three and the added strain on his loosening muscles pulls a hitched groan from him, caught in his throat as he adjusts to the rushed preparation.
Aside from that, Luffy is reaching deeper than before and there’s a ghost of budding pleasure coursing through Law's needy body as he sinks closer to Law's sweet spot. Soft sighs fall from his mouth as Luffy finishes up, just as impatient as Law is for him to get inside.
When Luffy finally pulls his fingers out, he grabs behind one of Law’s bent knees, sliding his hand over the curve of Law’s calf and straightening that leg out enough to prop it over his shoulder. Even compared to Luffy’s toned arms, Law’s legs are unfairly thin, but the obvious difference in size has Law curling his long fingers into his soon-to-be mussed up sheets and huffing a shaky moan in anticipation of Luffy filling him full.
“I’ll be boring then, Torao,” Luffy mutters once again as he slips his loose shorts down just enough for his cock to bounce out. He’s still pouting over what Law said even though he was mostly joking, but leave it to Luffy to act so childish over something so insignificant.
Right now, Law hardly cares what Luffy might mean by that, just as long as he gets inside him soon, and the loose fist Luffy curls around the base of his cock as he uses whatever lube he has left to slick himself up, then angles and guides himself closer to Law is promising enough.
Just the touch of Luffy’s cock on his hole is enough to have Law relaxing back into the pillows with his lip bitten between his teeth and a shameless moan rumbling from deep within his chest. The push in is slow and agonizing but the fullness of Luffy sinking deeper with every short, deliberate thrust gives him no room for complaints. “Ahh, Luffy…” he sighs between shallow breaths, hands tightening in the pillow he lays on as he opens up easily for Luffy.
When Luffy rests his hips against Law, finally all the way inside, he curls his arm around Law’s leg propped on his shoulder and leans over Law until he’s bracing himself with his other palm flat on the bed, just under Law’s shoulder
He can feel every little shift of Luffy inside him as he moves and Law breathes a shuddering huff as the pressure brushes over his sweet spot.
However, where Luffy would already be railing his lights out normally, he barely pulls out and sinks back in. It’s a mere ghost of a tease as he does it again, and even though Luffy knows how to hit all the right spots, what Luffy is giving him now won’t be nearly enough. “I thought I told you-” his breath hitches when Luffy shoves in just a bit harder, “not to bore me.”
Continuing his snail’s pace, Luffy bites at Law’s calf just below his knee.
Arching his back, Law rolls his hips onto Luffy’s lap as best as he can with Luffy holding him firm and gets absolutely nowhere when Luffy only matches his motions. He huffs a frustrated groan, trailing into a whine of Luffy’s name as the relentless teasing grows into a painful ache.
If he’s learned anything about Luffy in the time they’ve been together, it’s that he doesn’t have a single patient bone in his body and it’s only a matter of moments before Luffy gives in and takes everything he wants from Law. So, while he wraps his free leg around Luffy’s waist, he slides a light hand up the length of Luffy’s arm, the one holding himself up above Law, until his long fingers curl around the back of Luffy’s neck and he tugs on him until he obediently follows.
With one leg still over Luffy’s shoulder as he does so, Law is essentially bent in half when Luffy comes to him. The deeper angle forces a strained groan from Law, stuffed so full of Luffy but still not quite enough. “Still so stubborn, huh,” he breathes as Luffy begins to visibly struggle to hold himself back, “even when it’s obvious how bad you want to fuck me.” He threads his inked fingers into Luffy’s thin and drying hair, forcing him closer until he can kiss away the complaint Law knows was forming on the tip of his bratty tongue.
As stubborn as he is, Luffy is also simple, thinking with his dick while Law kisses his attitude right out of him. He sighs his approval into Luffy’s mouth when Luffy can’t help but shove in a little harder and tightens up on him in the hope Luffy will keep it up.
He doesn’t, of course, because Luffy can be annoyingly perceptive when Law doesn’t want him to the most, and he slows back down to long, tortuous thrusts despite Law’s silent pleas.
Law doesn’t particularly hate it, the way he can feel every leisurely drag of Luffy's cock inside him when he pulls out, and the fullness up to his heaving lungs when Luffy sinks back in. They don’t do it like this very much after all, with Luffy chasing release as fast as possible and Law begging him to go harder, faster until he's coming too, but it's nice every once in a while, even if Luffy is only doing it out of spite.
"Am I boring you, Torao?" Luffy murmurs on Law's lips and Law can't hold back the huffy laugh fucked out of him at Luffy's usual ridiculousness. It's annoying most of the time, but it also gives Law a chance to pick on Luffy back, and sometimes he takes it.
"Boring, yes," he pauses with a bite to his lip when Luffy fills him just right, "but it still feels good."
There's a cute, little wrinkle in Luffy's forehead and Law knows he's getting to him.
And then, Luffy is leaning away, unfortunately taking his dick with him and Law would deny the low whine he can't stifle fast enough if Luffy were to point it out, but then Luffy is grabbing him and making him turn over.
He goes easily, shoving his face into his pillow just long enough to breathe a muffled moan in the hopes Luffy is finally getting on with it.
The firm grip on his thighs yanking his hips up until he's on his knees is so promising. His chest drags over the sheet from Luffy handling him and he huffs another shuddering moan and spreads his knees further for Luffy.
While Luffy fumbles around behind him, slapping his cock on Law's ass and dragging it down the slick mess between his cheeks, Law pants, "It's about timehahh-" drawn out into a satisfied moan when Luffy fills him back up.
"You're gonna...come all over your sheets...Torao," Luffy says, nearly demands, and Law is shuddering again and letting his body do all of the talking with a deliberate squeeze on Luffy's cock as he clenches his fists in his sheets. “I’m gonna make you.”
All Law can do in response to that is suck his bottom lip between his teeth and rest his forehead on the bed. Luffy is still teasing him with deliberately slow thrusts but he's reaching deeper like this and driving straight into Law's aching sweet spot.
When Luffy leans over him, placing his palms over Law's wrists on either side of his lowered head, the motion curves Law's back tighter and the shift in angle has Law's mouth falling open on quiet, airy sounds.
Gazing between his spread legs, since he can't do much of anything else with Luffy on him, Law's cock is more than a soaking, drooling mess, leaking all over the bed and leaving behind spattered spots of precum every time Luffy fucks into him. His fingers twitch, aching to touch himself, but his wrists are trapped under Luffy's weight and Law can do no more than beg him for some sort of relief.
"Luffy-ya," he sighs, panting desperate huffs in between, "Please, I-I'm...getting close..."
That's when Luffy curls his fingers completely around Law's thin wrists in a tight grip, sinking them further into the mattress as Luffy finally puts his back into it.
"Torao," he groans over the slap of his hips on Law's ass, "Torao...you're gonna...come on my cock."
With his eyes fluttering shut and a wavering breath, Law lets himself surrender to Luffy's desires and rocks back into Luffy's heavy thrusts. He's absolutely aching to touch himself but Luffy isn't going to let him.
It takes him by surprise when Luffy leans down further and sinks his teeth in the thin skin of Law's back. It startles a rushed gasp from him and he pushes harder against the force of Luffy's next thrust. He’s so deep and the sound torn from Law's raspy throat is nothing more than a pitiful whine as he grapples at the sheets just for something to keep himself grounded.
Then, Luffy is rumbling hitched, little growls into Law's skin where he's still latched on. He's just as close as Law is with increasingly erratic thrusts giving him away and rocking Law on the bed.
It's when the weight of Luffy on his wrists is gone, arms wrapping tight around Law's waist so Luffy can haul him back on his cock himself, that Law is completely done for. With shaky cries fucked out of him, Law hazily watches himself come a white mess all over his dark sheets just as Luffy said he would, before he can even consider reaching a trembling hand down to touch himself.
And Luffy is fucking him with short, stuttering motions so he must be coming too, filling Law full and biting deep teeth marks into Law’s sensitive skin.
It takes what little strength Law has left not to slump under Luffy, into his own mess, even with Luffy still holding him in place. He doesn't have to fight the urge to drop for long, though, not when Luffy is tossing him to the side like a limp ragdoll. Classic inconsiderate Luffy.
"Oh, Torao, look what you did," Luffy childishly points and snickers at the new, drying stain on the bed.
He doesn't even have the decency to put his dick away before poking fun at Law.
Rolling his eyes with an irritated sigh, Law isn't the least bit surprised by Luffy's insistence on Law being the most at fault for ruining his own hard work. The come leaking from his tired body tells a different story, and with a hopefully menacing curve of his lips, Law gets comfortable on the bed, stretching out on his back with his knees drawn up and making damn sure Luffy can see between his legs.
"Oh? And what about you're mess, Luffy-ya?" He isn't subtle in the least reaching down to grab an ass cheek just to watch Luffy's curious gaze follow.
The realization widening Luffy's round eyes when he notices he is, in fact, just as responsible as Law, is so fucking funny, but Law holds himself back from laughing out loud and pushes off the mattress to sit up instead.
"Hey- that's not fair, Torao," Luffy stubbornly pouts, "It's still you making the mess!"
While he technically has a point, Law isn't going to let Luffy whine his way out of this one. "Throw them back in the washer, since it's your turn to do the laundry now," he reminds, and without giving Luffy a second to argue back, continues with, "and then you can join me in the bath."
And while Luffy isn't the fondest of maintaining personal hygiene, he likes doing it with Torao. Still stubborn about it sometimes, sure, but it's enough of an incentive to have Luffy practically tearing the sheet off the bed, nearly throwing Law into the floor, and zooming to get it started.
Law lets himself laugh this time, muffling it in the palm of his hand because Luffy still didn't fix his shorts when he ran out of the room and the tumbling thumps and bangs accompanied with alarming squawks echoing through the house definitely means exactly what one would expect.
Despite the constant chaos being with Luffy entails, he's anything but boring, and Law thinks he definitely wouldn't want it any other way.
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"Hey, Luffy-ya. You're moving in with me."
"Hmm. I don't think my brothers would like that."
"I don't care what your brothers would like. Move in with me."
"Well...sure, Torao! Seems like a lot of fun!"
They don't live together yet, but it's only a matter of time now, even if Law has to fight off Luffy’s brothers to make it happen.