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They’d be leaving Wano at dawn.
Soon he wouldn’t have to see any of the StrawHats ever again.
Wouldn’t have to see Kuroashi-ya and Roronoa-ya again.
After accidentally walking in on the two of them fucking and getting caught, Law wished to never see them again for the rest of his life.
Especially Kuroashi-ya.
Even though he still wanted an autograph from Stealth Black—or “Soba Mask”—Law’d never forget what he’d seen, or how he’d wished to be in Roronoa-ya’s place.
How he still wanted to know what it felt like to have a childhood idol come undone on his cock.
Law was putting away the Sora comic he read before bed when a knock came at his door. Straightening his robe, he went to it, ready to tell whoever it was to leave.
Law froze, eyes wide and jaw dropping.
It was Stealth Black.
Or rather, Soba Mask—in full costume!
“Heard you wanted my autograph?” he asked, and Law blinked a few times.
Alright. Kuroashi-ya was in his room, but Law could still keep this under control.
“Yeah, but I didn’t mean to see that, and I promise I won’t say anything, so you can go now,” he answered closing the door, but Sanji stopped it with his leg and pushed his way inside uninvited.
“But you left without my autograph, Trao. Don’t want it anymore?”
Sanji wasn’t threatening him and seemed sincere about the offer, so Law allowed himself to relax, gave a small smile, nodded, and turned to fetch the comic he’d been reading.
He stopped and turned back confused when Sanji locked the door, only for his jaw to drop again as he watched him spin in the air, Raid Suit peeling away from his body to reform into a canister.
When he landed, Sanji wasn’t wearing a yukata or a suit.
He was wearing nothing.
Law nearly swallowed his own tongue.
“W-what th–.”
“You want more than my autograph, don’t you?”
Law nearly collapsed onto the bed at the sudden dizziness that hit him.
“I-I…” What would Sora do in a situation like this?
“I’ll give you my autograph if you fuck me, Trao.”
This had to be a dream.
Yeah, Law must’ve dozed off without realizing.
So there was no reason for him to be stupid and turn down an offer like that.
Seeing Kuroashi-ya naked, lit only by the faint glow of candlelight, helped Law shed his robe and underwear without hesitation, his eyes roaming over every firm muscle, those long strong legs, sharp collarbones, elegant neck, and the flushed semi-hard cock brushing against the jut of his hipbone.
Law wanted to lick and bite that hipbone.
Hungry blue eyes tracked his every move from beneath long dark lashes, sending shivers of anticipation across his skin. When Sanji crooked a finger at him, Law’s still soft cock throbbed, but his stomach twisted, hands trembling in fists at his sides.
What if this wasn’t a dream?
Sensing his hesitation, Sanji came close till his hot breath was hitting the skin of Law’s throat.
Law’s mouth went dry.
“Can I suck you off?”
Sanji’s mouth was small, lips plump and reddened, a hint of stubble framing them and for certain they would look perfect stretched around his cock.
“You can.”
Kuroashi-ya knelt in front of him without breaking eye contact, and Law held his breath.
Until a deep moan ripped out of him as a hot tongue slid over the tip of his cock, followed by the practiced suction of a mouth that took him all the way to the tight throat.
Sanji sucked him until he was hard and slick, then stood again.
“Sit on the bed, Trao,” he ordered, and Law obeyed, planting his feet on the ground as Sanji rummaged through the nightstand, only to climb into his lap with a pen in hand, straddling him and kissing him hungrily.
Law returned it breathlessly, one hand gripping his slim waist while the other cupped his face, pulling him closer until their chests pressed flush together.
Stealth Black tasted of tobacco, soba, and childhood dreams deliciously ruined.
“Sanji,” Law panted when the kiss broke, lowering his mouth to drag teeth and tongue down his neck and throat, hands kneading his waist before sliding down to squeeze his ass, spreading him open. Sanji moaned right in his ear.
And then Law’s cock was being guided into a hot hole.
“Wait-.”
“Zoro prepped me before I came here,” Sanji confessed as he sank down onto Law’s cock with startling ease, drawing a guttural moan from both of them.
Sure enough, Sanji’s asshole felt looser and slicker than it should’ve, but it still gripped and milked Law so tightly he feared he wouldn’t last long. It only got worse when the cook started riding him, those lethal legs driving with such force and speed that Law was left at his mercy, hands and eyes devouring every inch of him.
Kuroashi-ya was even more beautiful up close, sweat gleaming under the candlelight, blond strands a halo, blue irises nearly swallowed by blown pupils staring at Law like he was the very cause of his lust. His average-length cock leaked strings of precum against his toned stomach, which bulged a little when Law bottomed out in that addictive heat.
Law’s eyes rolled back, fingers digging into waist hard enough to leave marks, nearly spilling just from the sight alone.
Then something small and cold pressed against his shoulder, and Law frowned, glancing down to see the pen gliding over bare, tattoo-free skin.
“Wha-?”
“I’m… ah, gi-giving you my au-ah-autograph.”
The jolt that shot through Law was sudden and uncontrollable. Before he realized it, he was spreading Sanji wider, burying his cock as deep as it could go, releasing all his cum that spilled down both their legs.
Law only noticed that Kuroashi-ya had made a mess across his chest and stomach when the blond lazily started scrawling his autograph with his own semen.
Stigma_S Sat 06 Sep 2025 09:05PM UTC
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