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“Hey dad, I’m — oh, sorry.”
Law steps into his father home office before taking notice of the suit-clad man standing next to him. They both look at him when he enters the room, and Law’s breath catches in his throat when he lays eyes on his father’s companion.
“Ah, son, it’s okay. We’re done here anyway.”
His father’s words fall on deaf ears as he continues to stare at the blond next to him. That’s gotta be the hottest man he’s ever seen. Maybe if all of his dad’s business partners looked like that he’d be a bit more interested in inheriting the family’s business. God, he didn’t even know he was into older men, but one look at this man has got him reconsidering his whole life. Shit, he’s been staring for way too long, he’s gotta say something now that he’s interrupted their meeting. He’s completely forgotten what he wanted to tell his father, but can definitely come up with a good excuse as to why he’s there. Maybe he can even say something that’ll impress father’s partner.
“Hi. I’m Law.” Fuck. Real eloquent idiot.
The man turns towards him and tilts his head. He walks towards him, his toned, long legs placing him in front of Law in only a few steps. He offers Law his hand and Law jumps at the chance to touch him, shaking the man’s hand firmly.
“Doflamingo.”
Oh, that voice. A single word is enough to have him weak on his knees. Doflamingo’s grip on his hand is firm, and he can’t help but think about how the man would have no trouble lifting him up and throwing him around. The way he holds himself exudes power, his expression unreadable behind his red-tinted sunglasses. Fuck, he even smells heavenly.
“I’d love to stay and chat, but I’m afraid I must get going. It was lovely meeting you, Law.”
“Please, Mr. Donquixote, let me walk you to the door,” his father says. They walk past Law, and, just like that, he’s left alone, speechless, and really fucking wet. Shit, his underwear is soaked.
Donquixote Doflamingo.
Ah, he thinks, I’m so fucked.
-
Doflamingo becomes a regular presence in Law’s home for the next few weeks since, apparently, he and his father are closing some kind of important deal. He doesn’t really know the specifics, and it’s not like he cares enough to ask. Law makes a conscious effort not to cross paths with the man; he knows any interaction between them will end up in him making a fool of himself, and he’d rather avoid the embarrassment.
He does, however, research the fuck out of Doflamingo. He’s filthy rich, old money, unlike Law’s family. The man is a goddamned minor noble for fuck’s sake. And he has a really hot younger brother too.
It’s only a month after their first meeting that Law finds himself face to face with the man again. He’s come to visit his father, who, coincidentally, is not home at the moment. Their housekeeper is also nowhere to be found, so Law is the one in charge of leading the man to his father’s office.
They make their way in silence, and, as soon as they arrive, Doflamingo sits at one of the comfy chairs lined in front of his father’s desk. He grabs one of the ornamented lowball glasses his father keeps on a tray at the corner of his desk, and raises it to the side.
“Be a doll and pour me a glass, will you?” he asks Law, not sparing him a glance.
Law hesitates for a moment. He should say no. He should make up an excuse and leave. Or maybe he should tell the man to go fuck himself for treating him like a servant. The bottle is right in front of Doflamingo, actually, so there’s no reason he can’t serve himself. But before he knows it, he’s walking forward, uncapping the licour bottle and tilting it towards Doflamingo’s glass.
The man’s presence makes him so fucking nervous he’s slightly shaking, and, when Doflamingo places a big hand on the back of his upper thigh, so very close to his ass, he jerks and spills the drink all over the man’s lap.
“Shit, I-I’m so sorry,” he stutters eyes widening in panic. He hurries to grab some tissues to try and pat Doflamingo’s pants dry. Only when he’s got both hands on the man’s lap he realizes how close they are to his cock, “I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to, sir, I…”
He looks at Doflamingo’s face, and his expression is not what Law was expecting, He thought the man would be mad over the liquor spilled all over his lap, over Law touching him so shamelessly, but instead of that, he’s smirking, head tilted, looking at Law over his glasses. He’s got pretty blue eyes, and, for a moment, Law gets completely lost in them.
“Go ahead, darling. Don’t be shy.”
Law opens his mouth in surprise. He should say something, anything, but instead of that, he looks down at the man’s lap and drops the tissues he’s holding. One of his hands is still resting on Doflamingo’s muscular thigh. He gulps hard and starts sliding it up, towards Doflamingo’s bulge. He takes one last look at the man’s face and bites at his lower lip, searching for any sign that might indicate he’s misread the situation, but all he’s met with is Doflamingo’s hungry gaze.
He places his hand on top of Doflamingo’s covered cock. Shit, he feels so fucking big. Law gives the bulge a few exploratory squeezes, gently rubbing his hand against it. He’s still insecure about all of this. It’s the first time he’s touched a cock, so he’s not completely sure about what exactly he should be doing.
It’s not like he hasn’t had any suitors in college, it’s just that he’s been so busy studying, he’s barely had time for anything else. Plenty of men and women have thrown themselves at him, but after his parents fully paid for all his college expenses, including an expensive apartment near campus, he felt like he owed it to them to focus on his studies instead of partying and sleeping around. Right now, though, he wishes he hadn’t wasted his first year of college like that. He sure won’t make the same mistake once he gets back to campus. Hell, maybe he’ll even give that annoying redhead that’s been following around like a lost puppy a chance.
Doflamingo, taking notice of the younger boy’s hesitance, places his own hand on top of Law’s, applying more pressure to his cock, gently guiding him. Law can feel Doflamingo’s cock hardening under his touch. He gasps when it twitches in his hand.
“Why don’t you show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do?,” Doflamingo whispers into his ear, “be a good boy and I’ll make sure to reward you nicely.”
He presses a soft kiss to Law’s jaw, and before he can fully comprehend Doflamingo’s words, he’s already on his knees, in front of the man’s spread legs.
Doflamingo slowly undoes his belt, unzipping his pants unhurriedly. The fact that the man knows he’s in complete control of the situation shouldn’t turn Law on as much as it does, but fuck it’s so hot. He’s apparently not wearing underwear, so he gets his cock out easily. It’s not fully erect yet, but it’s size is already enough to impress Law. There’s no way that thing's gonna fit in any of his holes.
Doflamingo places his hand on the back of Law’s head, urging him to get on with it. Law wraps his lips around the tip, and sucks. It can’t be that hard, right? They do this shit in porn all the time. All he has to do is focus.
He leans back an licks around the tip, tonguing at the slit. He then gives it a good lick, from base to tip, and puts it back into his mouth. He bobs his head a bit, grunting. He can feel Doflamingo’s cock getting harder inside his mouth and God this is so fucking weird. It’s twitching, actually moving by itself.
Law reaches for Doflamingo’s thigh with his left hand, while his right goes to the man's cock, stroking what he can’t fit into his mouth, which, right know, is most of it.
Doflamingo’s hand plays with his hair. He’s not trying to push his head or hurry him in any way, and Law hopes it’s because he thinks Law has never taken anyone his size and not because he has already deducted Law has never taken anyone, at all.
He knows it’s silly to be self-conscious about something like this, but he can’t risk Doflamingo losing interest in him, not when he’s come this far already.
He lowers his head, slowly, taking as much of Doflamingo as he can. His hand doesn’t stop stroking, the glide made easier the spit he can’t swallow. He’s being really sloppy, and he hopes he’s not disappointing Doflamingo because he really wants his fucking reward.
He stops swallowing Doflamingo’s cock when he feels it getting too close to his uvula. He bobs his head up and down a few times, before opting for hollowing out his cheeks, giving Doflamingo’s dick a hard suckle. It must have been a good idea, because the man lets out a low groan and bucks his hips slightly, making Law gag.
Tears gather in the corner of his eyes, but he doesn’t pull back, not yet. He looks up at Doflamingo and finds the man already staring at him. He looks unbothered, bored even. It’s humiliating, having his efforts go completely unnoticed. He fucking loves it.
He shuts his eyes, a few tears slipping from them as they close. His chin is caked with his spit and it feels absolutely disgusting. He tries to take more of Doflamingo’s cock, but it only makes him gag again. He bobs his head with renewed might, trying to take Doflamingo deeper each time. He gags every few attempts, but if the way Doflamingo grips at Law’s hair means anything, the man seems to be enjoying it.
He’s still not letting out any noises. In fact, Law is being way louder than him. He grunts, gags, and even moans at times, enjoying the sensation of Doflamingo’s cock filling his mouth.
He sucks Doflamingo’s dick until his jaw is aching, until he can’t remember how to breathe, tears streaking down his face. He feels so fucking filthy, behaving like a whore in his father’s office, sucking his partner off. He can feel his panties getting wetter by the second, and he can only hope Doflamingo will be kind enough to reward him by touching him where he aches the most.
He doesn’t know how long he spends on his knees, servicing Doflamingo, but he’s very disappointed when the man grabs him by his hair and pushes his head back.
“Close your eyes baby,” he says. Law catches sight of him rising his button up a bit before he starts stroking himself. Oh how he wishes he could have buried his nose in Doflamingo’s blond pubes, taking all of him in his mouth.
He shuts his eyes, not daring to disobey the man's orders. Right after he does, he can hear Doflamingo grunting, and he startles a bit when the first streak of cum hits his face. As soon as it lands, he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, longing for a taste of Doflamingo’s seed. He's quick to gets what he wants, moaning wantonly, quickly swallowing it up. He presses his legs together, pussy throbbing.
He doesn’t open his eyes when he feels Doflamingo’s fingers caressing his face, pushing his cum into his open mouth.
“Look at me,” Doflamingo mutters, fingers still in Law’s mouth. Law opens his eyes as he closes his lips around Doflamingo’s fingers and swirls them around, getting them nice and wet. They come out of his mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva still connecting them to Law’s mouth, “good boy.”
Doflamingo gestures for Law to sit on his lap, and he scrambles to obey. He places one of his legs between Doflamingo’s spread ones, and sits his perky little ass on top of Doflamingo's right leg, his cunt pressing deliciously against the man’s thigh. His eyes are still teary, and he sniffles a few times, trying to calm himself down.
“Did I… did I do good?” he asks before Doflamingo can say anything. Doflamingo blinks a few times, the question taking him by surprise, but he recovers quickly, smiling sweetly.
“Well… It could’ve been better,” he says. Law’s heart sinks as he hears those words. So, that’s it. He didn’t manage to satisfy Doflamingo, and now the man is going to hate him forever. He looks away, ashamed, cheeks burning up, but instead of pushing him off his lap, Doflamingo leans down to whisper in his ear, “but I’m sure all you need is some practice… which I’d be honored to provide.”
Law gasps, eyes lighting up as raises his head to look at Doflamingo. The man is grinning, clearly pleased with himself. He gives Law a few seconds to breathe, to fully understand the implications of what he just said, and then he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to Law’s lips.
Law reciprocates the kiss messily. He’s a bit more experienced in that area, but his expertise can’t compare to Doflamingo’s. “It’s just…” he says in-between kisses, “you’re… too big…”
“I know baby,” Doflamingo coos, “it’s okay.”
Doflamingo bites his lip and Law moans, allowing the older man to push his tongue inside of Law’s mouth. They kiss slowly, the wet sounds of their tongues exploring each other’s mouths resounding loudly in the otherwise quiet room. Doflamingo grabs Laws hips and forces him to rock back and forth on his leg a few times.
Doflamingo furrows his brows, confused by the lack of a bulge in Law’s pants, and when the realization hits, he feels as if his brain is melting out of his ears. He can feel Law’s heat through his pants, and he groans as he tightens his grip on Law’s hip, using it to grind him harder against his leg.
Law moans against his mouth, spurred on by Doflamingo’s manhandling. He starts rocking his hips by himself, humping Doflamingo’s leg like a bitch in heat as they make out. He desperately wants to move faster, but Doflamingo’s grip on his hips is unforgiving and he’s forced to follow the rhythm the older man has set for him. Soon enough, all he can do is pant into Doflamingo’s mouth as the man licks into his, their kisses getting sloppier by the second.
It barely takes him few minutes to come, mewling pathetically when he reaches his peak, hands clenching on Doflamingo’s shoulders tightly.
“You poor thing,” Doflamingo mumbles into his neck, leaving a trail of kisses down his throat, “so needy. I bet those college boys can’t even figure out where to put it. I can’t imagine how pent up you must feel.”
Law wants to tell him there’s no college boys, only him, but he forgets every single word he knows when Doflamingo begins wiping his face down with one of the abandoned tissues he had dropped before. The older man is being incredibly sweet, and it’s not exactly what he was expecting, but he can’t say he isn’t enjoying it.
He shuts his eyes and lets Doflamingo take care of him. The man’s cock stands erect between them, but he pays no attention to himself, focusing on cleaning Law up. Once he’s done, he pecks at Law’s lips a few times and leans back slowly.
Law opens his eyes to the sight of Doflamingo smiling at him. His heart is beating so fast he’s afraid the man will be able to hear it. He flushes as he scoots back a bit, unbuttons his pants and takes Doflamingo’s hand, guiding it inside his underwear. “Please,” he breathes, eyeing Doflamingo’s hard cock.
Doflamingo takes a deep breath and removes his hand from Law’s panties. Law’s brows furrow, did he fuck up? Does Doflamingo not want to fuck him? He needs it so bad tears gather in his eyes, and he’s about to question the man when he grabs him by the thighs and stands up, roughly slamming him against his fathers desk a few moments later.
“Anything for you, baby.”
Law knows he doesn’t mean it, not really; they barely know each other and there’s no way he’s anything to Doflamingo but and easy fuck, but oh, how good it feels to hear it.
Doflamingo yanks his pants off, and only then does Law remember he’s wearing the most embarrassing pair of panties he owns. They’re white, with a little pink bow on top and a cartoonish polar bear stamped on the middle.
He covers his eyes with his arm, mortified at Doflamingo’s chuckle.
“Cute,” the man says, clasping Law’s arm and pinning it to the table so that he can look into his eyes. His other hand travels to his pussy, stroking him over his underwear, and his hips buck, a soft moan leaving his lips, “you’re so wet for me, darling.”
Doflamingo drags his panties down, letting them fall to the ground before kneeling in front of Law. Law raises himself on his elbows, curious eyes following Doflamingo’s movements. Doflamingo grabs him by the thighs and pulls him forward, using his grip to spread his legs so that he can get a good look at Law’s cunt.
“Your pussy is so pretty baby,” he drags two fingers over his slit, rubbing at his clit. Law’s legs try to close on instinct, but Doflamingo’s strong hold on his thigh doesn’t allow them to. Doflamingo brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them greedily, “and you taste so good, too,” he says, before diving in.
Law throws his head back, moaning loudly at the first press of Doflamingo’s tongue on his cunt. He laps at Law’s pussy like a starving man, releasing his thighs and pushing on his chest so that he’s laying down again. Law’s back flies off the table, his legs closing around Doflamingo’s head.
He grinds his hips, riding the man’s face. “Oh…” he mutters, “fuck baby, just like that.”
Doflamingo groans from between his legs and Law decides it’s time he takes some initiative. He doesn’t want Doflamingo to grow bored of him, not before he’s actually fucked him at least once. Plus, he wants to see if those cheesy lines they use in porn really work.
“You’re so good at that, please, please, don’t stop,” he moans.
Doflamingo spits on his pussy, using his fingers to spread his saliva around, pressing them deliciously against his clit, before going back to the licking. Shit, the man really knows how to use his tongue. He can feel Doflamingo smiling when he lets out a high pitched whine, head knocking back against the desk.
His lover shoves two fingers inside his cunt, and he straight up screams at the touch, eyes tearing up once again. He shouldn’t be so loud, not when there’s people around who could hear them, but he can’t stop himself, not with Doflamingo eating him out like that.
“Ah! Yes! Oh, I’m gonna…”
Doflamingo sucks on his clit harshly, curving his fingers right on the perfect spot, and Law bawls, hands reaching down to grab at the man’s hair, hips bucking wildly. His back is arching almost painfully, and he’s so, so close.
“D-daddy! Yes, fuck, daddy!” he cries as he comes. He doesn’t know where that came from, but damn, it felt so good to say it. He’s come embarrassingly fast, again. He brings his hands up to cover his face, not wanting to see the smug look Doflamingo is for sure sporting.
“Come on sweetheart, don’t get all shy on me now.”
Law spreads his fingers to take a peek at Doflamingo and, just as he thought, the man is smiling sheepishly. He leans down to kiss Law, grabbing his hands and placing them on the back of his head. “Pull on my hair again, baby.”
Law complies, tugging gently at Doflamingo’s hair as they kiss. Doflamingo bites his lip harshly and Law tugs harder, making the man groan into his mouth.
Doflamingo’s hard cock is rubbing against his thigh and he swears if he doesn’t get it inside of him in the next 5 seconds he’s gonna go insane.
He brings one of his hands down to Doflamingo’s dick and guides it to his wet whole, wiggling his hips a little bit until he gets the fat tip to pop inside. Doflamingo squeezes his hips, groaning, and begins to slide in at a steady pace.
“Fuck,” he grunts, “you’re so fucking tight.”
Oh God it fucking hurts. He’s soaking wet, which makes the glide easier, but the stretch still stings. He opens his mouth in a silent scream, the hand that’s still on Doflamingo’s hair tugging at it, knuckles turning white.
“Keep going,” Law begs, “oh, please daddy, keep going, I need it so bad.”
Doflamingo works himself into Law, slowly but firmly. Law can’t do anything but lay there, waiting for Doflamingo to bottom out. Once he does, he stays still for a few seconds, letting Law really feel him.
“You’re so big daddy,” Law whimpers, “so deep, i can feel you in my belly,” he says, hooking his legs around Doflamingo.
Lies — he can feel the man in his fucking throat. It’s too much and not enough at the same time, and he absolutely loses it when Doflamingo starts grinding deep inside of him.
Doflamingo groans, slapping his hands on the sides of Law’s head. One of Law’s hands is still lowered, feeling Doflamingo’s abs up, while the other is pulling on his hair. Doflamingo drops his weight on top of Law, caging him in, and his little grinds become thrusts as he gets more and more lost in the pleasure.
Law helps him by grinding his hips as much as he can while trapped under the bigger man. Doflamingo drops to his elbows and dips his head to Law’s neck, pressing a few wet kisses there, careful not to leave any visible marks. He wants to mark the boy as his, but the hickeys and bite marks will be difficult to hide around his family. Fuck, he should’ve taken his chance when he was kneeling before him. He can't stop himself from imagining how good his pretty thighs would look with his mark on them.
“D-do it,” Law says, “I’ll make something up if anyone notices,” he uses the grip he has on Doflamingo’s hair push him into his neck, “I want it, please” he pleads, sensing Doflamingo hesitance.
Doflamingo feels his self-control slipping. What an enchantress he has found himself, he thinks. He sucks a few pretty marks on Law’s neck and takes a few bites at the boys shoulder before leaning up to press their lips together. They lick at each other mouths filthily, Doflamingo’s thrusts getting harder and faster as he gets closer to his orgasm.
Had they been fully unclothed, their sweaty skin would stick together, but as they are, only their thighs are really touching, Doflamingo’s balls slapping against Law’s ass with every thrust.
Doflamingo breaks their kiss, much to his regret, and grabs Law’s thighs, forcing his knees to his chest. “Hold yourself for me, baby.”
Law brings his shaky hands to his thighs and holds himself open. Doflamingo lifts one his knees, placing it on the table, hands coming up to hold onto the desk’s edge, and Law whines loudly when he sheathes himself fully inside of his wet heat, the position allowing him to grind into Law deeper than before.
They can’t really kiss like this, but it’s so fucking worth it. Law feels like a whore, spread wide on his father’s office desk, loud moans leaving his lips every time Doflamingo thrusts into him.
“Am I doing good, daddy?” he manages to ask, tears begging to fall down the sides of his face.
“So good baby,” Doflamingo groans, “you’re sucking me in so fucking well, shit, you were made to take my fucking cock weren’t you?”
Doflamingo’s thrusts grow frantic at the boy’s words. Goddamned fucking slut. “I bet you’d love it if I kept you like this. I might fucking do it,” he grunts, “steal you away and lock you up, use you as my personal cocksleeve. I’d treat you so fucking good baby.”
Law’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he orgasms, screeching loudly. His hole spasms around Doflamingo’s dick, and the man’s thrusts lose their rhythm. “So fucking tight, shit!” he howls.
“Inside,” Law whimpers, “please daddy come inside, I-I need it, please, knock me up.”
Doflamingo’s hips still, his cock buried deep inside of him. Law sobs when he feels Doflamingo’s cum painting his insides, filling him up.
Law lets fo of his legs and holds his arms open so Doflamingo can drop against him. The man wraps his own arms around Law’s waist and snuggles him, holding him tightly.
The position becomes uncomfortable soon, both of them running too hot to cuddle for more than a minute, and Doflamingo steps back, his softening cock slipping from Law’s hole. Law feels the man’s cum flowing out of him and he shuts his legs, trying not to make too much of a mess.
Doflamingo tucks his cock inside his pants, fastening his belt while he tries to regain his composure. He’s flushed and out of breath. Fuck maybe he is getting old. He raises his head to look at Law when the boy clears his throat, offering him his full attention.
“That was…” amazing. The best sex I’ve ever had, he expects Law to say, “the first time… I've ever done any of this… y’know…”
Doflamingo laughs at the boy’s words. So he really wants to play at that, huh?
He’s about to respond to the claim with a cutting remark, when he takes notice of Law’s crestfallen expression. Shit. Oh no. God-fucking-damnit, he’s not lying. He’s not lying and Doflamingo just laughed in his face.
“Oh,” he mutters, “why didn’t you say anything?”
“I… I really wanted you and I… was afraid… you’d think it was unappealing…” Law mumbles. He looks like he’s about to cry.
The knowledge that Doflamingo is the first person to touch the boy is almost enough to get him hard again, but he has to control himself. He’s gotta leave before Law’s father comes back, he really doesn’t have time for this right now, but fuck how he wishes Law had told him before he’d fucked him on a desk like a vulgar whore.
“Oh baby,” Doflamingo steps closer to him, caressing his cheek, trying to offer his lover some comfort, “you should’ve told me. I would have cleared up my schedule for you. Taken you to a nice place for dinner before fucking you on an actual bed instead of…” he gestures to the office. He doesn’t know what’s gotten into him. Had it been anyone else, he wouldn’t really care about having popped their cherry in such an inappropriate place but Law… fuck, he knows it’s not right, but he’s been crazy for the boy since the first time they met. As soon as he laid eyes on him, he knew he had to make him his.
It’s not the first time he finds himself in this... situation. Love (he really shouldn't be calling this love, shouldn't admit to himself or anyone else he's developing inappropriate feelings for a boy half his age) at first sight.
It happened with one of his first business partners. He had been young and inexperienced, they both had. He fell in love fast and hard, but he should’ve known not to mix business with pleasure. Needless to say, their relationship hadn’t ended well, although they had managed to mend their friendship over time.
Now, this thing with Law wasn’t supposed to ever happen again. He promised himself he’d fuck the boy once, just a little taste before he wrapped up his business with his father and the boy went back to college, but now, knowing he had taken his first time, he can’t help but feel a bit… possessive.
No. He can’t do this again. He has told himself time and time again love is not for him. He’s gotta focus on what’s better for —
“Well… there’s always next time,” Law says, interrupting his thoughts, “you did say you’d help me get some practice, didn’t you?” he bats his eyelashes at Doflamingo, smiling sweetly. No. Absolutely not. He’s taking that offer back, immediately. He won’t let his resolve break, no matter how good Law’s cunt feels, how fucking hot he is, how, when he looks at Doflamingo like that, his heart flutters and his cheeks flush and, shit, he’s so cute.
“Yes. There’s always next time.”
Ah. He'll never learn, will he.