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The familiar wash of sensations that’s been clouding Law all week is starting to make total sense when a coworker accidentally brushes against him. A raw, primal instinct took over him in that moment. The slight protrusion of his fangs digging into his bottom lip, mouthwatering and fighting to walk away instead of making a fool of himself in the office.
To be fair, Law’s had his hands full after moving from a slightly good area to a condo downtown, a more than decent paying office job that he’s currently been climbing the ranks in. Law’s doing pretty good at making a name for himself, considering where he started out. Life wasn’t good to him at first, but Law didn’t bask in his tragedy, putting those emotions into something of substance.
It makes sense those tumultuous days escaped him in the midst of all the growth. The stirring of his rut ever present had him walking quickly to his supervisors office to inform him he would need the next few days off. Law didn’t look too much into his expression, his adamant agreement and lingering gaze.
The attention he attracted walking through the cubicles made Law hot. Knowing the reason for male coworkers happy to give Law a hand in finishing work, women purring if he needs anything, anything, the next few days, their homes are open. It made Law melt, wanting to agree to them all, to not have any shame and let them take care of him here in this office.
In the end, Law wound up rushing home. The ache in his pants growing, pressing. Omegas and Alphas turning their head, each reaction different. This was Law’s problem when first presenting. Nobody at school was surprised to find Law to be an Alpha, but the few days following were a lot different than expected.
An accident on the basketball court that had nostrils flaring, eyes dilating. There was a reason for young adolescents to be cautious during extracurricular activities, and the main problem for that was the rush of pheromones. Law became delirious with it, the smell of sweat on his Alpha friends, muscles flexing, a reach around turning to Law being pinned down.
The only thing that went through Law’s mind in that moment was pleasing. For the first time in Law’s life, he wanted to submit. He wanted an Alpha to order him into positions, to feel his hole wet with slick, dripping at commands. Law came to that conclusion very young, and very quickly. Law grew letting locker room talk end with him ass up, his face shoved on a cock while another was driving in his hole. Another waiting, and another.
When Law was old enough to get into clubs, and eventually bars, he did what every Alpha craved. One can never know how it feels for an Alpha to make another Alpha submit in complete surrender, willingly. Law drowns himself in it. The rough shoves, a knot fucking against his asshole, hot semen filling him as if he were born to be bred. The growls, different scents.
It helps that, even if Law presented as an Alpha, he often gets mistaken for an omega. Past partners have told Law he has a softness to him, something sweet that curls under the tongue, the need to own laced in Law’s glands. Law never corrected anyone if they assumed wrong, which is why he knows why his boss looked the way he did, why his coworkers were on him in seconds.
The spike in pheromones only turns Law on more, knowing if he were to stop and take a whiff of any Alpha, he’d end up presenting himself in the middle of the sidewalk. So he keeps his stride, head down to avoid the gazes. Law can practically sense his own desperation, a thin layer of perspiration on his skin aides in Law’s heat. The stirring in the pit of his stomach enough to get Law swallowing his gasp.
Law should have prepared for this better. He’s usually pretty good about it, but that was when life was less hectic, when Law could actually manage his calendar. Damn, this was one of the first things he learned in school. Here he is mid-twenties, letting something so important slip from his mind. Law’s beating himself up, dancing between paying attention to his surroundings and fighting the thoughts in his head, but he makes the mistake of not realizing what was in front of him.
The sudden body that lands in front of Law is a complete shock to his system. Law, in his guilty lust riddled mind, makes a surprised noise in the back of his throat. The powerful grip of a hand holding Law’s arm to steady him has his stupid mind blanking. It isn’t until he feels a low rumble that is an unmistakable purr from himself, a soft material against his nose, that Law realizes he’s basking in the scent.
Law sheepishly moves his head back, hands falling from the shirt he didn’t know he was gripping. He went and made a goddamn fool of himself and only because he couldn’t keep track of his rut.
“I- I’m, I’m sorry.” Law licks his lips, making the absolute mistake of glancing to the face the body belongs to.
Strong fingers tense against his arm and Law wants to moan so badly. The stranger looks fucking menacing. He easily towers above Law, crimson shades covering his eyes, jaw clenching visibly, the smell of danger. Oh he’s perfect, he’s so perfect. There’s no doubt that he’s an Alpha through and through. Not those kind that Law has met before that had to try to express their status through pathetic dominance. His touch alone proves he’s above the rest and Law’s knees wobble.
Law pushes away, no matter how much he wants to mold against that hard body. His hand falls and Law wants to beg for it back, but he turns and ignores the weary looks from people passing by. What looks to be an omega about to be devoured, smelling of a faux heat. Law’s toes curl in his dress shoes, biting his lip harshly as he starts walking.
The surprised noise that bubbles out of Law makes his cheeks burn, eyes widening because of that same hand curling on his bicep. Law is tugged around without problem, and for half a second, he expects the man to start beating his ass. Law’s pleasantly surprised to find his jaw being gripped gently, entranced at the sinister smile on the stranger’s face.
“Little omega.”
Oh god, he’s got the voice of a sinner, the sound nothing but an animalistic purr. Something that vibrates Law to his core, bodies stopping to stand in attention. Every hair on Law’s skin rises, body falling pliant in arousal, eyes lowering in complete submission. The Alpha before him growls in appreciation and the atmosphere goes quiet. The universe itself bowing before such a being, Law is immediately taken, wanting to figure out what makes him tick so that he can cater to it.
Law’s yanked closer, chest to chest and when he gazes to him again his neck bares to show how much he’s loving this. The scene they may be causing means nothing at all to Law, the only thing on his mind is that this one stranger, out of countless men that Law has been with, he alone will give Law what he’s craved since presentation. The strangers grin grows, Law’s pheromones silky and high in the air, the undertone of desperation that rises reassurance from the man in front of him.
“Alpha,” that delectable voice again, clearly surprised, “what a pretty Alpha.”
Law holds no resistance when he turns and drags him to the building he was either leaving from or going to. Law doesn’t know, just happy that it’s led to this moment.
“Have Monet clear my schedule for the remaining future.”
There’s no hesitance from the guy that was standing off to the side, he’s nodding with his phone already in hand.
“Yes young master.”
“You can leave until I call you.”
Hearing him spit out orders so casually, dominance not exuding off him but lingering in his aura. Law can’t help but whine, thinking of hearing that tone while he’s pumping him full of seed. The press of fingers on Law’s waist makes his cock stir, head tipping up to already find him staring down.
“I’m going to take care of you.” And his words are just as much of a threat as they are a promise.
Law nods either way, blissfully being guided into the elevator, barely registering the numbers that have to be input before the lift is closing. The ascent goes about how Law was hoping. The press of a huge body against his much, much smaller one. Big hands grip his waist entirely, shoving him against the wall.
“Forgive my hastiness,” he apologizes, “I just couldn’t let you get away.”
“That’s, that’s o-okay.” Law swallows down the Alpha.
His head is swimming, fluctuating between fucking himself open right here and now or dropping to his knees to feel that knot against his lips. The constant ache, needing to be filled, to get fucked roughly by this man. There’s that spike again, it’s dark and addicting, growing when he cages Law to the wall.
“Doflamingo.”
Law watches his mouth move, wondering what good use they could be put to on his body. Teeth and lips working bruises over his skin, Law whimpering as he thrusts into him.
“H- huh?”
They quirk at the edges and Law gets the distinct urge to kiss him.
“That’s my name.”
“Oh,” Law doesn’t care about his stupidity in that moment, “’m Law.”
“Law.”
Damn, Law wants to be claimed by him. The way his nostrils flare, the low rumble echoing in the elevator. Law sways at the mixture of soft and overwhelming tones in the enclosed space. Doflamingo seems to know Law’s exact thought, mouth parting, but the ding of the elevator interrupts whatever he was going to say.
Law stumbles out of the lift when Doflamingo drags him. Either he’s just as anxious as Law or he doesn’t want Law’s scent to stick, it’s hard to tell. Law’s guided into what looks to be a gorgeous penthouse, but his thoughts are completely wiped away because of Doflamingo coming to a halt.
Fingers curl around Law’s thighs and he’s hefted up without Doflamingo even being affected by his weight. Law moans softly, wrapping his legs around Doflamingo’s waist, throwing his arms over incredibly large shoulders. Law doesn’t seem to have control of his own movements because in one moment he’s staring at his own reflection, and in the next he’s mouthing at Doflamingo’s scent gland.
Nails cut into his skin even through his slacks and Law’s sound of pleasure is delirious, lapping at the musk, head dizzy with Doflamingo’s taste. His pace is sloppy at best, rutting against a hard chest, moaning at friction, at sweat. Doflamingo, this mere stranger, consuming Law in a way he never imagined. A soft mattress on Law’s back has his eyes opening, pulling away with a sway. Doflamingo’s already yanking at his tie, an obvious bulge in his pants.
“I’ve never met an Alpha so willing to give themselves up.”
Law doesn’t take that as an insult at all. He’s shameless in the way he spreads his legs, rubbing over his crotch while Doflamingo continues undressing.
“Why was a pretty thing like you walking outside smelling like this.” There’s a certain scold in Doflamingo’s voice that goes unnoticed by Law.
Doflamingo’s careless in the way he takes Law’s tie off, unlike how he did his own. The fabric cuts around his throat, twitching and gasping when it’s yanked away and thrown to the side. Doflamingo’s finger snags one of his buttons, grinning as he rips Law’s shirt open. Law moans brazenly, the action shooting straight down to his cock.
Doflamingo takes in the young Alpha below him, almost losing it at the sight of him writhing. Doflamingo almost let this slip away from him. He almost listened to that little sliver of self-control and walked away until he caught a hint of ruggedness amidst the flowery aroma. The way Law reacted when being called an omega without the usual cowering those little lambs do.
There was complete and utter subjugation in Law’s eyes, something much more fitting for a leader wanting to be owned. As if Law’s resolve was settled right then and there in that moment. Doflamingo could taste Law’s arousal, his submission that of an omega but his subtle confidence that of an Alpha. Doflamingo has never once experienced it, though he’s been with many Alphas before. None like Law. There was always that hint of a fight, the bracing for a baring of fangs instead of necks, no feral intent.
Oh, Law’s a thing of beauty. Doflamingo hardly has to do a thing to get the boy to comply. Law’s raising up, tattooed fingers working at Doflamingo’s slacks. Golden eyes completely ravenous take Doflamingo’s bulge in, sliding his palm over it with reddening cheeks.
“Want you,” Law rasps, “want this in me.”
A small foot nudges Doflamingo’s thigh and the next set of movements are nothing but franticness. Doflamingo’s yanking Law’s shoes and socks off, pants and an enticing pair of panties. Law clawing at his boxers, moaning brokenly when he shoves them down and his cock falls heavily between them.
“Oh Alpha,” Law’s hand is too small wrapped around him, and the difference sends a thrill up Doflamingo’s spine, “you’re so big.”
Law sounds much more like himself now, no hint of that past slur, stuttering. He shifts on his knees, barely reaching Doflamingo’s chin from where he’s standing. Doflamingo loses a little bit more of himself when Law’s other hand slides to the nape of his neck, thumb stroking his gland slowly. He can’t look away from Law’s eyes, the upyield of an Alpha, the same as himself. Law’s arousal is binding, and it makes Doflamingo’s inner self want to tame that desire. Capture it.
“You’re perfect for my rut.” Law purrs, licking across Doflamingo’s bottom lip before nipping at it.
To hear Law’s confirmation on his rut, this is just too good. Doflamingo’s not sure who he pleased in a past life, but he’s more than grateful. Doflamingo swats Law’s hand away from his cock, shoving on his chest and he falls so easily. Law splays on his bed, hair that already looks fucked out spreading in messy strands. Long legs expand, showing off his cock that’s an impressive size, balls hanging over where he wants Doflamingo the most.
It’s clear this is a position he’s used to, and Law doesn’t hold a hint of shame to that. He focuses on Doflamingo, fingers clenching his sheets before relaxing. Law’s chest is heaving and Doflamingo aches in ways he never has. Doflamingo hesitates for one quick second, contemplating on if he wants to do so or not, but that strange mixture of giving Law whatever he wants is what leads him to taking his glasses off.
Law, despite the ache of his rut, looks to him with a familiar recognition that fades to understanding.
“You’re rut,” Doflamingo ignores the expression, placing one knee on the bed, his hand next to Law’s head, “you smell of a bitch in heat.”
Law obviously melts, eyelashes sweeping slow as he blinks, his scent coming stronger. Doflamingo’s heavily affected by the clear acceptance, that beautiful compliance despite the way he intended for that to be humiliating. Law’s staring at him like he wishes for Doflamingo to keep speaking, and he’s always been such a sucker for greedy people.
“I can, I can be that.” Law sucks in a sharp breath, pupils drowning out his eyes like an eclipse.
Doflamingo barely has enough time to push off his hand, sitting up in shock at Law flipping over. The position of someone meant to be mated and bred, filled with knot and seed. It’s always a wonderful sight, especially for an Alpha of Doflamingo’s stature. Seeing the position from an Alpha? It must be fate.
Law’s cheek and chest are molded on the bed, knees digging and spread perfectly, his back arching at a stunning angle. Perfect. Hips raised as if Law himself is an omega, has experienced what it’s like to have a belly full of pups. Doflamingo growls in pure adulation, hands curling in the divot of Law’s waist and hips, fingers meeting in each middle.
Small enough to be tossed around, even if Doflamingo can feel the strength of his body. Law’s muscular yet compared to Doflamingo he’s scrawny at best. His limbs are sinewy, created to be held down, grasped on. Stomach taunt enough to show the bearings of a large cock and what it produces.
“Knot me,” Law’s hole winks, clenching and unclenching, “knot me, please Alpha.”
Doflamingo can’t even begin to describe the noise he made. All he can think about is holding Law in place while he dips down, his tongue licking around his asshole reverently. Law’s moan is delightful, pushing back and Doflamingo’s all too happy to comply. He eats Law out like a man starved, spitting and lapping it up, thrusting his tongue into Law and wiggling it.
“More, more, I wan’ more Alpha.”
Damn. Doflamingo’s already leaking so much, swelling between his legs, moving one hand away to drive a finger in next to his tongue. While Doflamingo loves the difference in taste of slick, nothing compares to the tightness of an Alpha or beta. Doflamingo’s had legs thrown over his shoulders and had hands in his hair to keep him in place, but never bent and slumped, happy to take it up the ass without warrant.
Law is making all these pretty moans and gasps, rocking onto his digit and thick muscle. It’s long enough for Doflamingo to curl it, to wiggle on the spot that makes Law spasm, a shrill cry echoing in his room. Doflamingo adds a second finger, slurping loudly, eyes falling shut in devotion. Law’s so open beneath him, so terribly wonderful. Doflamingo groans as he eats him out, scissoring his fingers apart, tongue flicking deep inside of Law.
That hole stretches out beautifully, Law going soft and pliant, relaxing as he fucks him deeper. Doflamingo gets lost in it, the mess of spit that makes it as if Law’s an omega, his airy whines adding to the effect. Doflamingo’s not even thinking when he stuffs Law with four fingers, a debauched scream ripping from his throat.
The stretch must be painful and Doflamingo apologizes by eating him out with more enthusiasm. Doflamingo licks around the digits buried in Law, tongue sliding to his perineum, spreading one of his thighs apart to lap at his balls. A small hand flies behind him, nails gripping Doflamingo’s hair as he fucks him faster, pulling his sack into his mouth to slobber on it.
“Mingo, oh daddy please, please Alpha.” Law starts shaking, body trembling as Doflamingo continues his onslaught.
Tight walls grip his knuckles and Doflamingo spreads them out, eyes enrapt on Law’s ass gaping before squeezing once more. Doflamingo’s teeth catch on Law’s sensitive skin, slurping on one ball and then the next, fangs protruding. All the while Law’s moans go higher, mewling breathlessly.
It’s clear Law’s close, and Doflamingo desperately wants him to fall over the edge. To hear that raspy voice grow hoarse, smaller body thrashing as he falls over the edge. Doflamingo sits back on his knees, face a mess of spit, pushing and pulling his fingers in and out in a quick pace. Doflamingo’s chest is heaving, every instinct focused on Law’s hips bucking wildly, the lewd squelch of his spit being fucked into him.
Doflamingo angles his fingers every time he thrusts in, the paddings catching on that spot and when Doflamingo finds it he rubs intently. The sheets on his bed get messed up entirely when Law yanks, his back arching at a nearly painful looking angle. Law’s scream is ragged, his ass squeezing as he cums onto his bed.
Law’s golden eyes are unfocused, lips slack with a puddle of drool staining silk red covers. Doflamingo hates that he rid himself of this sight, but if it led to this because he had his tongue inside of Law then he can’t be too upset. Law coming undone is otherworldly, prettier than anything Doflamingo’s ever seen. Doflamingo’s afraid he won’t ever forget it, won’t ever let him go just so he alone can be the one to experience it.
“My pretty omega.”
The words are out of Doflamingo’s mouth before he can even think to stop them, and Law’s reaction is the very definition of submission. Law trembles with shivers, gasping loudly and Doflamingo pulls his fingers out to reach around him, finding Law’s cock spurting. Doflamingo’s forehead falls between his shoulder blades in a broken groan, stroking Law through his surprising second release.
“You’re perfect,” Doflamingo’s tone is guttural, rich and thick with praise, “you’re the perfect omega.”
Doflamingo shifts his hips, holding Law in place with one hand and continuing to stroke his cock with the other, his shaft slipping between the crack of his ass. Law whimpers in what sounds to be pleasurable pain, but he stays still, and that compliance does things to him. Doflamingo loosens his grip on Law’s length but keeps his hand around the base, grinding faster. The pace is too sloppy, nothing like Doflamingo’s used to. He ruts against Law, breathing hotly on his skin, embarrassed that he can feel the swell of his knot with every passing movement.
“In me, in me.” Law begs.
Doflamingo loses all sense of composure when Law’s hands slide between them, fingers digging into his ass to spread them apart. Doflamingo pushes quickly off him, gritting his teeth at the picture. Law, the perfect Alpha, presenting himself as an omega. Doflamingo grips the base of his cock, guiding it to Law’s entrance.
“I’m going to mount you now.”
Law’s eyelashes flutter, and if anything, he melts further on the bed, hole sucking the tip of his cock without resistance.
“By the end of your heat, you’ll realize who it is that’s going to claim you.”
Doflamingo gets lightheaded when Law screams at him bottoming out, his large cock stretching Law’s too small hole. Law pulls the bedding clean off the mattress, fingers tensing, the tattoo on his back shifting with every shudder of his breath. Tears pool out of Law’s eyes and all Doflamingo can think to do is grab Law’s hips tighter, shoving as deep as he can into him. Doflamingo takes in everything. Law’s eyes and lips, his pretty hands, thighs trembling, knees slipping further apart.
“Fuck.” Doflamingo growls, the huge girth of his cock glistening because of his own spit, disappearing into tight walls.
Doflamingo’s hips snap faster, harder, his knot catching every now and then on Law’s hole is damn near addicting. Judging by Law’s nearly screeching sobs changing to delirious keens proves he thinks the same also. Law keeps that position no matter how reckless Doflamingo gets. Doflamingo pounding deeper, head knocking back to stare mindlessly at the ceiling.
Much too good. Law’s too fucking good, feels too fucking good. A fresh wash of pheromones leaves Doflamingo dizzy, hands pressing next to Law’s head, fucking him up the bed with how hard he’s driving into him. Doflamingo never wants it to end, wants to feel Law wrapped around him. He wouldn’t care at all if this is how he died, Law tight yet loose, crying and willing and so happy to be getting his rut fulfilled by an Alpha more than twice his size.
This moment right here. This one, out of all the countless memorable ones he’s had, this means something.
Doflamingo doesn’t care about his wealth, his status, what he owns, who he is. None of that matters except his knot sliding in an inch, another inch snug around tight walls not meant for this, but Law is enthusiastic. Law takes his cock and knot with choked off whines made out of pure submission, eyes rolling when Doflamingo covers over him.
The haze in Law’s eyes, desperate moans of daddy breed me, Alpha, Alpha knot me. Doflamingo ruts wildly into Law, a raw animalistic need to pump Law full and continue taking his fill. The thought alone sends Doflamingo over the edge, his pelvis flush against Law’s tiny ass, thighs tensing as he loads his seed deep. Law clenches tight and Doflamingo knows he’s following him in his orgasm, coming solely because he’s being bred. Doflamingo couldn’t ask for anything else.
Doflamingo doesn’t realize until Law’s baring his neck that he’s been running his teeth over his scent gland. The smell of Law’s consent is heavy in his nostrils, and Doflamingo would love nothing more than to sink his teeth, have Law’s blood on his tongue. But instead of that bite… Instead of feeling that bond Doflamingo knows will be so good for them, he starts licking and nuzzling at the skin, drowning himself in Law.
“Alpha, Alpha,” Law mumbles, over and over again, “mate.”
If at any other time, Doflamingo would have laughed mockingly and pulled away. But hearing something from those sweet lips, sliding his hand to Law’s belly to feel him full, filled to the brim, locked into place by his knot. Doflamingo doesn’t make a move except holding Law closer, rubbing over Law’s tummy while he continues to lap away at his gland, up to his ear, shushing his whining.
“I’ll take care of you.”
Doflamingo doesn’t need to explain further, considering the flash of understanding now that he’s been sated if only for a while. Law nods only once, allowing himself to be tucked against Doflamingo’s chest when he lays them on their side.
••••••
Law’s groggy when he wakes up, head dizzy with pleasure, his body aching in the best way possible. Law has shared a rut with only one person before, but it was subpar compared to this. Law was just desperate enough to beg for it and his longtime neighbor was happy to give it up. Doflamingo, on the other hand, he’s in a league of his own.
Law can’t count how many positions he was tossed in, shoved onto. The past few days were nothing but a blur of desperate fucking, two strangers somehow finding a connection in between all of it.
The sun is present when Law blinks his eyes open, finding his surroundings a fucking mess. The sheets are crumpled and will most likely need to be changed again. Law has a slight recollection of Doflamingo doing so after the first night, which was futile when he laid back into his bed. Law quickly learned that he became addicted with Doflamingo’s cock, that much he could tell even though he was in a rut.
It’s like every time he remembered that baritone saying my omega, my sweet little omega, Law couldn’t help but roll belly down and present himself, let Doflamingo have his fill. The absolute last thing Law expected was having the man flip him to his back, hiking his knees over his elbows and fucking him open slowly.
Law’s cock rouses, remembering those red eyes going soft, how Doflamingo looked so immense and breathtaking. Those rock-hard abs tensing as he grinded so deep inside of him. That big hand pressing on Law’s distended stomach, promising to take care of him and his pups even though they both knew it was a faux imagination.
But just the thought, the thought that Law could have gotten knocked up by this stranger. An Alpha whose last name he doesn’t have a clue to, doesn’t know what he does except that he’s clearly two feet taller than Law and has a cock to die for. It’s enough to get Law shifting on his elbows, looking at the humungous sleeping form next to him.
Doflamingo is gorgeous in sleep, he didn’t get to experience it the last few nights, but now that he has the chance, Law admires him. He runs a finger along his jawline, down to the gland Law has lapped up adamantly, that he’s wished to have claimed. Doflamingo stirs the slightest, and Law’s fueled by that, leaning down to lick around one of his nipples. Law smirks against Doflamingo when he writhes subtly, a sleepy gasp following. Law drags his lips down, leaving hickies in his path.
Damn, Law can’t believe he bagged a stranger like this. Doflamingo is sculpted out of perfection, no doubt he really is every single omegas wet dream. What Law would give to really be knotted and full of Doflamingo’s babies. Law’s not even ashamed by the amount of pre he’s leaving behind on Doflamingo’s sleeping body, just happy to snuggle in between his unnaturally long limbs.
Law doesn’t bother throwing the covers over himself, he wants to see the moment Doflamingo shifts awake. Even while soft, Doflamingo’s still huge. Law’s thumb and forefinger touch but only barely, and he tamps down the moan that almost threatened to spill out. Law starts jacking Doflamingo off slowly, tracing a bulging vein on the underside of his cock, another close to his middle finger.
Doflamingo stirs softly, and Law looks to him when he takes the head of his cock into his mouth. There’s a dangerous spike of scent that’s thick and loaded with tension, and Law rolls his hips against the bed, overwhelmed by Doflamingo’s dominance even in sleep. Law places both hands around the base of his length, giving kitten licks to the head, mouth working along the sides.
Doflamingo makes this breathy groan, eyebrows twitching while Law suckles on the tip, coaxing more of that delicious precum into his mouth. Law starts bobbing his head faster, getting turned on by the amount of spit connecting them. The taste of Doflamingo fills him, makes Law try to take him deeper, breathing through his nose as his huge tip presses against the back of his throat.
Tears pool in Law’s eyes when he gags, but he’s much too hungry for cock to stop. With every inch Law tries to take deeper, the harder he rocks on the bed, spit slick hands pressing to Doflamingo’s thighs as he tries to regulate his breathing. Law’s so cock crazy he doesn’t notice the rousing sound above him until a big hand presses on the back of his head, Doflamingo bucking into his mouth.
“Stop moving Law,” Doflamingo demands softly and Law stops moving at once, “eyes up here pretty.”
Damn, Law could get off to that voice. It’s a husky rasp, low and throaty, making Law’s toes curl as his gaze travels the expanse of his chest until he meets crimson eyes. The color of a true Alpha. Law’s only heard stories of them, he had honestly come to believe it was all just a myth, but here Doflamingo is.
Had he not been wearing those sunglasses outside, everyone around would have had no choice but to stop and fall to their knees, grovel for their disobedience in passing by without acknowledging Doflamingo’s presence.
“Relax your throat,” Doflamingo grips his hair to tug him up and Law moans, doing as he’s told when he pushes him down, “do it like that baby, use your teeth.”
Law follows the silent demand. It’s easy to pull his lips back considering how they’re being stretched, letting his teeth rake up and down Doflamingo’s length. Doflamingo groans in appreciation, raising on an elbow to look down at Law.
“Can you take it all?”
Law moans his answer, hoping Doflamingo can tell by his gaze he can. Doflamingo hums, hand moving away to lean on it, spreading his legs wider.
“Show your Alpha how you deepthroat.”
And Law’s a simple, simple man. When being told a clear-cut order, he has no choice but to be obedient. Law closes his eyes, and instead of sucking to his tip, he continues to swallow every inch of Doflamingo. It’s more than palpable, more than what he’s ever taken from any Alpha, but Law’s been waiting on this moment.
Law’s been waiting to have a man more than worthy and lavish him, worship him. The lack of air is exquisite, Law’s nose almost pressed in blonde pubes before he’s coming up for air. Law sucks in a sharp breath, delving back in for more, tilting his head to feel that nudge against his tonsils. Doflamingo’s thigh twitches, gasping loudly.
The bed creaks because of how Law’s humping it, but he can’t help himself. Doflamingo’s so heavy and big, thick spurts of pre coating the roof of his mouth and tongue. Law’s sure he looks like a fucking slut swallowing his entire cock, rubbing for relief as he does so, but he wants more.
Doflamingo’s head tips back, adams apple shifting as Law bobs faster on his dick, mewls gurgled every time he plunges to the base. The mattress shakes because of Doflamingo slumping against it, one hand gripping his hair while the other holds onto his pillow. Law, when he’s got a mouth and throatful of Doflamingo again, bites delicately and the reaction is quick.
Doflamingo grunts hoarsely, muscles in his biceps flexing, the slight bulge against Law’s lips has him eager to glide up. Between Law’s sloppy blowjob and the noises he’s coaxing out of Doflamingo, it’s hard to tell which is filthier. They grow louder, Law bobbing on and off Doflamingo’s cock, his knot getting bigger.
This. This is what Law’s wanted, a big fat knock being forced into his mouth. Doflamingo huffs in irritation when Law releases his cock entirely, and he would have withered under his glare, but Law needs this.
“My mouth Alpha,” Law murmurs, elbows almost buckling as he tries to slink off the bed.
Law clumsily crawls to the floor, sitting on his knees as he looks to Doflamingo who’s shocked for only a second until he’s practically jumping to the floor. That large cock bounces in front of Law’s face, the protrusion of his knot, just waiting to be shoved into him. Law salivates, cupping Doflamingo’s balls with both hands.
“Knot my mouth.”
Doflamingo stares down at Law in something akin to wonder, lips parting when his jaw slackens. Law begs silently with his eyes while lapping around his tip, taking Doflamingo deeper and humming happily when his hips rock forward. Law wants to tell him just like that, but once Doflamingo starts he doesn’t stop.
Rough fingers yank at Law’s hair harshly and his yelp is muffled by Doflamingo fucking his face. He gives Law exactly what he wants, forcing every single hard inch into his mouth, knot driving against his lips every time. Law reaches a hand to his own cock, moaning when he finds his knot forming also, jacking off in time to Doflamingo’s thrusts. Doflamingo starts pumping fast in Law’s mouth, damn near bruising his throat and he loves it. Doflamingo angles downwards, grunting loudly as his balls slap against Law’s throat.
“You were made to take my cock.” Doflamingo pulls Law’s hair harder, dragging his head back, “swallow that knot baby, open wider and take it.”
Law tries to, tries to will his jaw to stay slack, and it works for the first inch. With the lack of oxygen Law goes dizzy at the unfamiliar sensation, but Doflamingo doesn’t let him rest at all. He keeps bobbing Law on and off him, driving harsher, seemingly not caring that Law’s teeth are in the way. If anything it makes Doflamingo pant desperately, palm splaying on the back of his head to keep him in place.
Law’s hand is flying up and down his length, choking on sobs, trying not to gag. The pace is sadistic at best, unlike anything Law’s ever experienced. Doflamingo cages Law in with rough grips, pushing and pushing and Law’s eyes widen. The stretch is inhumane, too much. Law’s hands fly to Doflamingo’s thighs, trying to push away but he just groans, pushing harder.
Law’s eyes roll to the back of his head, mouth being split by a knot, throat stuffed with cock. Law spasms, nails scratching at Doflamingo’s skin, tears streaming down his face while he gags. An obscene amount of drool spills from Law’s mouth when he’s free, sucking down air and Doflamingo slaps his cheek to get his attention.
“One more, take it for me one more time.”
Law’s sure he nodded, but his head’s so fuzzy he doesn’t comprehend the motion. The only important thing is the heel of those huge hands digging onto his cheeks, holding Law in place as he begins to sink inside him again. Law’s better prepared for it this time, but it doesn’t make it any less intense.
Doflamingo shoves the last few inches in quick enough for his balls to slap under Law’s chin, tossing his head back as he shudders. Thick fluid slides down Law’s throat and his eyes roll, humping the air at the sheer dominance of this action. An Alpha on his knees for another Alpha, taking his knot into his mouth, being forced to swallow streams of cum.
The taste alone has Law reaching for his cock, stroking around his own knot while his other hand tugs on his balls. Doflamingo is able to fill Law’s mouth the same way he’s filled his ass. Warmth settling in Law’s belly is what sends him over the edge. Doflamingo shivers because of his moans, pulling out slightly, but still painting the inside of Law’s mouth.
Law spills on the floor between them, happy to keep himself pliant and open while Doflamingo watches him as he strokes to completion. The size of his load alone is enough to make Law want another round, but Doflamingo’s suddenly pulling him clean off the floor. Law barely has time to swallow the rest of the cum in his mouth when Doflamingo smashes their lips together.
Law makes a surprised noise, Doflamingo’s long tongue licking deep in his mouth, pivoting so that he’s pressed against the bed. It’s not a kiss, just Doflamingo sucking on Law’s tongue, nipping his lips, shoving the muscle deeper until it’s as if he can feel him in the back of his throat. Law’s eyes cross shut, hands sliding into Doflamingo’s hair.
Good god, the way he just fucks his tongue into Law’s mouth. All dirty and filthy as if he didn’t just fill him with his seed. Law hates it when he pulls away, Doflamingo staring at Law heatedly, both of their lips and chin a mess.
“All these years,” Doflamingo rasps, “all these years I’ve been on this earth, and I’ve never met another like you.”
They’re merely just strangers, that’s all they were, yet the way they stare into each other’s eyes is something much more than that.
“You’ll wear my mark,” Doflamingo says, pushing Law up the bed to settle in between his legs, “the mark of a true Alpha, Law. You were able to capture something not meant to be kept, but I find I’m utterly devoted to you.”
Law is tugged into Doflamingo’s lap, and he happily wraps his legs around his waist, heart hammering in his chest because of his words. Big hands sweep down Law’s back, and he ignores the fact that both of them are already hard and rubbing against each other again. Law can’t look away from the glow of Doflamingo’s eyes, body attuned to one man only.
“And you know that after only a couple of days with me being in your bed?”
Law knows the answer, because his is the same. It was there from the first moment they met, fate connecting them with a red thread.
“Of all the things I know Law, the one I’ve ever been most sure of is this,” Doflamingo responds without hesitance, “I would be honored for you to lay claim on me.”
“What a way with words you have.” Law teases if only to not show how smitten he is.
“My word is absolute.”
Law imagines it is, and he can’t wait to see what else is lurking under this man’s presence.
“I hope you’re ready for countless sleeping nights.”
“That, and many other things.” Doflamingo accentuates his words with a caress to Law’s ass, “pretty soon you won’t know anything other than being courted and bred properly.”
Law snickers, fingers tracing around Doflamingo’s scent gland in a soothing motion.
“Seems my mate is rather old.”
“We’ll have to get you disciplined better, I see.”
Doflamingo’s aura curls around them and Law’s smile is dopy, a bone satiating numbness taking ahold of him when a big hand curls around the nape of Law’s neck. His touch, his smell. This body that not only used every inch of him, but protected him and took care of Law as well. Law’s never felt so at peace with another before, so thoroughly blissed out and pleasured beyond words. Law won’t ever come to regret this.
“I’ll be looking forward to that baby.”