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Law tries to mask how much he’s aching, embarrassed because just the man’s presence is enough to get him hot and bothered. It was fine at first, though being around Doflamingo still leaves Law’s head jumbled. The older man a complex to him, Law never really knowing what to say or do when he’s near.
They aren’t boyfriends, Law wouldn’t even call him a lover, though he wishes to. To have all of Doflamingo to himself, but that would be wishful thinking. They’ve known each other for a few years, and while Law always thought about getting together with him, never did he think it would happen. Doflamingo came over one evening a few months ago, and what was only supposed to be catching up, turned into Law drunk out of his mind, being bent over his kitchen table and railed from behind.
Fuck, Law still gets off on it. He shouldn’t be thinking about that now. Not with the man so close to him. Doflamingo’s sitting close enough that Law can smell his expensive cologne, practically feel the power in his hands. How Doflamingo was able to hold him down, shove Law’s face on his cock, throw him in multiple positions until he was nothing but a mess of spasms.
Don’t think, don’t think.
Law tries to focus on the movie once more, subtly rubbing his legs together for relief. He’s soaking his panties, aching so much for Doflamingo to touch him. Law wonders if Doflamingo would push him away if he tries to initiate it, but he’s not bold enough for that. With anyone else, Law wouldn’t mind being shameless, but Law’s too shy next to Doflamingo. He’s so otherworldly that it intimidates the hell out of him, no way could Law be rejected by Doflamingo and not feel shame afterwards.
“I’d ask if you like the movie, but it’s obvious you haven’t been watching.”
Law startles at Doflamingo’s amused voice, whipping his head next to him to see his grin. God, that cocky smirk alone could make Law orgasm.
“Sorry,” Law mumbles sheepishly, “I just have a lot on my mind.”
Like you spreading me out on this couch, Law wants to add.
“Oh, I’m sure.”
The way Doflamingo phrases that like he knows every dirty thought Law has been having. He flushes as he looks away, staring in a daze at the tv. The movie is probably amazing, it could be a favorite if he just watched it, but his brain is being stupid. All Law can focus on is the heat of Doflamingo next to him, the spread of his massive thighs, his throaty laughter at some parts. To hell with it.
Law doesn’t think about his consequences when he turns to Doflamingo again, the man doesn’t even pay attention to him, and that makes it somewhat easier. Law scoots closer to him, so that he’s now tucked close to his side. Law’s clit throbs at how small he is, especially when Doflamingo wraps an arm over his shoulder. Law bites his lip, shifting on the couch, hoping he’s being subtle as he places a hand on Doflamingo’s thigh. Law’s hand dims in comparison to the size of him. Even glancing down shows both of Law’s thighs put together is still tinier than one of Doflamingo’s.
God, he could bully Law’s thighs apart without thought. Keep him placed perfectly still with his size alone as he thrusts powerfully into his cunt. Law wants to guide Doflamingo’s hand between his thighs, show him how wet he is just by being next to him. But instead he slides his hand up Doflamingo’s jeans, glancing up as he does so.
“I’m not in the mood Law.”
Law’s mouth parts when his wrist is slapped, Doflamingo looking down with a frown. Law has never felt so scolded before. His hand balls into a fist, heart thumping with clear embarrassment.
“Sorry.” Law murmurs.
Doflamingo only hums, going right back to watching the movie, and the neglect surprisingly turns him on. The fact that Doflamingo is so perfectly in control, meanwhile Law is feeling so needy. Polar opposites, but damn does it turn him on. Law pushes off the couch with only one thought in mind, barely even making a step before his forearm is gripped, and it’s just not fair. Law looks to Doflamingo, and he knows his eyes are lidded. Law knows it’s painfully obvious that he’s turned on.
“Don’t touch yourself.” Is all Doflamingo says.
The order rings in Law’s ears, and he scurries away once Doflamingo’s touch is gone. Law closes the door behind him and sucks in a lungful of air, looking at himself in the mirror to see he’s flushed. His eyes are dilated, lips puffy and red from biting them so much. Law’s fucked out without even being fucked, shit Doflamingo could probably smell how horny he is. Law wants to stuff a hand down his pants and quickly get off, but he knows Doflamingo would know.
Law’s not a very good liar, and Doflamingo would realize instantly that he went against his word. It frustrates Law to no end. Doflamingo won’t touch him, fuck him, why can’t Law do it himself. It’d be so easy too, barely a flick to his pulsating clit and he’d get off in seconds. Law turns the tap on, quickly splashing water on his face in the hopes of clearing his head. It doesn’t work, which Law knew it wouldn’t. He sighs, takes a deep breath, dries his face off.
Don’t think, don’t think. Law repeats it over and over like a mantra, quickly walking out of the bathroom. Dread fills him when he walks to his living room to find the light on, the movie is still going. Law wonders if he spaced out a good portion of it, Doflamingo hasn’t been here long, so he must have.
“That didn’t take you long.” Doflamingo muses, and Law swears he’s doing this on purpose now.
Law’s sure that Doflamingo can sense his inner turmoil, and he’s not doing shit about it. Law pouts as he sits down, hoping Doflamingo won’t notice the childish expression. If he does, he ignores it to slide a hand around his waist, tugging him closer and Law melts against him.
“Are you okay baby?” Doflamingo whispers it close to Law’s ear, and that baritone of his spreads heat in his lower belly.
Law’s cunt is pulsating, getting insanely wet by hearing Doflamingo speak.
“Uh huh.” Law lies.
Law’s heart rate picks up when Doflamingo’s hand slides down to his hip, large fingers so close to his pelvis.
“How do you like it?”
Law stops himself from moaning out loud, the sultry question conjuring up naughty thoughts. All the ways Doflamingo could take him, and none of them are sweet. Law knows Doflamingo would fuck him raw and dirty just like last time, except this time they’ll be sober. Doflamingo would be more intact, methodical in the way he picks Law apart.
“The movie,” Doflamingo teases, “I was talking about the movie Law.”
Law can’t help his whimper, knocking his head back to stare up at Doflamingo with pleading eyes.
“Please,” Law begs, “please Mingo.”
“What’s wrong baby?” Doflamingo’s eyebrows furrow as if he’s so worried, but Law spots the mirth glittering his irises.
“I need you,” to hell with Law’s pride when he’s got a man like Doflamingo next to him, “I’ll do anything, please.”
Law goes for Doflamingo’s wrist, and either he’s really weak right now, or Doflamingo is displaying his strength, because he doesn’t budge an inch. Law tries to tug on it again, rocking his hips up, searching for friction. It’s given to him by his own panties rubbing against his jeans, and he has not a hint of shame staring at Doflamingo while chasing the sensation. Doflamingo’s eyes flick to Law’s lips when they part, and his hand finally moves.
Law could thank every holy being for Doflamingo tightening his grip to flip his position. Doflamingo situates Law over his thigh, both hands on his waist. Law claws at Doflamingo’s shirt when he settles on his lap, eyes fluttering because of the muscle between his legs.
“Ride it pretty.” Doflamingo urges, moving Law by his waist.
This isn’t at all what Law was hoping for, but if it’s all Doflamingo is going to give him then he’ll take it. Law’s chin drops to his chest in shame, picking up a desperate pace of humping Doflamingo’s thigh. It feels so good, Law’s so wet and it feels as if he’s just gliding on his lap even against jeans. Law shudders and moans, whining when Doflamingo’s fingers dig into his skin. Law almost thinks it’s because he’s affected, but with one glance he sees that Doflamingo isn’t even fucking hard.
That only serves to turn him on more, every rock of his hips turning dirtier, moaning wildly. Fuck, Law hasn’t ever been this way with another, hasn’t ever been so aroused all because of a simple man. Law’s eyelashes flutter, shivering as he raises his head, and a nasty feeling pools in his stomach. Doflamingo’s not even looking at him, but staring at the television. Here Law’s been defiling himself on Doflamingo’s thigh, and he hasn’t even been paying attention.
Law chokes on a moan, tears welling up in his eyes, hips stuttering at the neglect. He ends up slumping forward on Doflamingo’s chest, taking in his scent, growing mindless. He’s been reduced to nothing, a single atom of need. Law wraps his arms around Doflamingo’s waist, mouth hanging open as he humps his thigh faster. Law grows so hot, so dazed, drenching his panties and jeans, staining Doflamingo’s thigh.
Law imagines he’s fully naked, sat on this powerful man’s lap while he’s fully clothed. How the warmth of Doflamingo would be between his legs, so strong and immense, coarse fabric rubbing against his aching clit. Law drools at the thought, not even caring that he’s wetting Doflamingo’s shirt because this is much better. Even if Doflamingo’s no longer touching him, not paying attention to him, having his thigh pressed against Law’s pussy is all he needs.
“Feels so good.” Law whines, his voice delirious.
Law rocks harder, jostling Doflamingo in the process and all the man does is grunt and hold his hips steady. Law sobs at the action, he was so close to his orgasm only for him to be stopped. Law shifts to his chin, staring at Doflamingo with watery eyes.
“You fucking slut,” Doflamingo scoffs, and Law’s eyes roll when his ass is slapped, “I can’t even watch the movie because of you. Are you really so desperate?”
“Just needa come, need to come so bad,” Law whines, “let me come Mingo, let me come.”
Doflamingo’s lips split into a grin, “I knew you’d beg like a bitch for it.”
Law shudders at the next slap, the entirety of Doflamingo’s hand palming over both cheeks. With every hit, Law’s rocked forward, a steady back and forth pace. Law stares at Doflamingo stupidly, tensing against him.
“I don’t think so.” Doflamingo huffs.
Law cries when Doflamingo picks him up, his pleading fading off because of him being situated over his lap. Law only has enough time to grab onto Doflamingo’s shin before a massive leg locks over both of his. Harsh slaps reign down on his ass and Law sobs hoarsely, pleasure coursing through him with every tingle of pain. Doflamingo is meticulous with it, slapping one cheek and then the next, angling one between his legs.
Stars flash behind Law’s eyes, and he’s sure he reached nirvana. Law hasn’t ever been spanked before, and never did he think he’d find it this arousing, but Doflamingo is so good. Law hates it when he pauses, rubbing over his covered ass in a soothing manner. Law sinks on his lap, his sigh turning to a lewd moan as soon as Doflamingo slides a hand between his legs. His palm covers over his cunt, and a finger rubs on his clit, and Law’s just died.
Law’s nails claw at Doflamingo’s jeans, shaking uncontrollably as he orgasms. Doflamingo rubs him through it, takes it so much further than Law expected. He keeps on, keeps going until Law is begging him to stop but he doesn’t. Doflamingo shoves a strong hand on the base of Law’s spine, finger working over his clit faster.
“You wanted it so bad baby, you’re going to shut up and take it.”
It’s too fucking much, tears streak down Law’s face, wailing because of the oversensitivity. Doflamingo forces the orgasm out of Law, and it’s so painful he ends up biting down on Doflamingo to hide his scream. Blood rushes through Law’s ears, and if he expected Doflamingo to be done, then he was sorely mistaken. Doflamingo yanks Law up by his hair, hard enough to maneuver him back onto his lap.
“What a pretty little expression,” Doflamingo muses, shoving Law’s legs on either side of his, “I love breaking bitches like you.”
Law can only grab onto Doflamingo’s shoulders when his hands splay out on his abused ass. Law’s whine is broken around the edges, head rocking back once Doflamingo grinds him onto his hard cock. Law’s still feeling the aftershocks, not made any better by the huge bulge rubbing along his aching cunt.
“You look so pathetic baby,” Doflamingo groans, “look at me, let me see you cry.”
Doflamingo’s fingers grip Law’s chin before he can move, the blurry image of him coming into view. Doflamingo licks his lips, wrapping his arm around Law’s waist to hold him in place. Doflamingo ruts up and Law shivers, mewling as he’s being dry humped. Law feels wore thin, a mass of limbs tangled over Doflamingo, boneless as he’s being bounced. Warmth trickles down his spine, a hiccupped moan falling passed his lips as he melts into it.
“Fuck you’re a nasty thing,” Doflamingo chuckles, moving his hand away to slap Law’s cheek, “so good you’re pissing all over me.”
Shame rolls through Law, but he can’t stop it. Doflamingo is pressing on him just right, fucking pee out of him and staining both of their laps.
“One day I’ll have you squirting all over my dick,” Doflamingo grunts, “all on my tongue. Daddy’s gonna turn you into a piss loving bitch.”
The dirty talk is something Law’s never experienced. Something so degrading made to sound so good, so nasty and filthy. Law fucking loves it. Law’s head swims when he’s suddenly pushed on his back, shivering not only because of the cold, but also Doflamingo snatching at the button to his jeans. There’s a wild look in those usually impassive blue eyes, something that touches the darkest parts of Law. Doflamingo only pulls his pants down to where Law’s cunt is on display, following suit with his own jeans.
“Hold your legs,” Doflamingo orders, “drop them and I’ll fuck your ass how it is.”
Law shouldn’t find that hot, the thought of Doflamingo taking him as is. But he needs him so badly, he has all night. It’s no problem for him to hold his legs up and make this as easy as possible for Doflamingo, and it’s so worth it. Seeing him free his cock and shuffle closer, fingers spreading his messy pussy apart, fuck is it worth it.
“You have such a pretty cunt.”
Law’s eyes widen when Doflamingo suddenly pushes into him, stuffing him already and it’s only just the tip. Doflamingo jacks off the rest of his cock, staring heatedly at his pussy.
“Can’t stop thinking about the way you suck me, how pretty you sound calling my name.”
Doflamingo swells inside of him and Law’s back arches, fingers digging under his knee. He’s so fucking big, stretching him out in such a pleasurable way that it’s almost painful. But just knowing he thinks about him like that is what he loves to hear. Doflamingo jacks himself off faster, gasping when Law’s walls clench, his hand stuttering. Doflamingo doesn’t warn him of his orgasm, but he can feel it all the same.
Warmth spills into Law’s pussy, filling him to the brim and his eyes roll closed. Nothing will ever be as good as getting bred by Doflamingo, he shoots the fattest fucking loads Law’s ever experienced. Doflamingo spreads Law out as he continues to come, rocking in deeper, his walls molding around his still hard cock. And then it all changes, because it feels as if it’s pouring into him. Law wiggles, choking on a moan at the borderline uncomfortable sensation. Doflamingo twitches inside of him, sighing in content.
“Mi- Mingo, wh-“
“Shh, shh, it’s okay baby. Daddy’s almost done.”
It hits Law what he’s doing, and he can’t stop it at all, can’t move away because Doflamingo shoves in to a hilt. Doflamingo grabs onto Law’s waist with a harsh grip, groaning as he fills Law up with more piss than he did come. Law’s stomach bulges and he feels sick, but more than that he feels so good. Law doesn’t know why it makes him tingle all over, but he’s dopey and more satisfied than he’s ever been.
“Don’t clench up.” Doflamingo tells him, slowly pulling out.
Doflamingo’s expression is enraptured once his cock leaves Law, and it all spills out of him. Law moans at the rush, shuddering on his own couch, staring at the ceiling in a daze.
“Fuck baby, that’s so hot.”
Law sucks in a rush of air because of Doflamingo grabbing both of his ankles in one hand, shoving hard so that he’s folded in half.
“Another, give me more.”
Doflamingo stuffs three fingers into Law, and he thrashes, crying out when he hooks them. Doflamingo pushes insistently on that spot, fucking Law so fast he grows dizzy. He can’t stop the stream that squirts out of him, a steady flow that has his eyes rolling because of the mouth that seals over his cunt. Doflamingo laps it up, and it spurs on Law’s orgasm, ripping another spurt out of him that Doflamingo slurps at.
Law can’t stop trembling, held in place by his ankles, Doflamingo replacing his fingers with his tongue. It’s the nastiest act he’s ever been a part of, having Doflamingo eat his own come and piss out of Law’s cunt. It’s depraved and disgusting, and Law’s in love. He lays there boneless and satiated, twitching in aftershocks, moaning as Doflamingo cleans him with his tongue.
When Doflamingo’s done, he sits back on his knees, releasing Law’s ankles and they fall lifelessly to the couch. Law’s chest is heaving with how fast he’s breathing, and Doflamingo doesn’t look much better off. The way he’s still staring at Law’s pussy makes it seem as if he can go another round. Doflamingo wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his hand, and Law notices the tremble to it.
“Mingo?” Law’s voice sounds so tiny, the predatory look in Doflamingo’s eyes doesn’t help his nerves.
“Bed, we need a bed,” Doflamingo grabs at Law’s jeans to yank them off, “need more space for this.”
“Mingo I c-can’t, not again. I’ll-“
“You started this Law,” Doflamingo warns, successfully pulling his pants off, “I’m going to be the one to finish it.”
Law wants to pout and sniffle, but it would go unnoticed by Doflamingo. He stands up without a care in the world, uncaring about Law’s protest to sling him over his shoulder. Despite the ache, the sharp sting still lingering from Doflamingo’s hand, he can’t lie about the throb in his cunt. Doflamingo tosses Law onto his bed once he gets into the room, standing before it with almost a menacing expression.
“Head over the bed. I want your throat next.”
Doflamingo strokes his growing cock as Law does as he’s told, and Law hopes he strips out of his clothes soon.
“If you don’t want it tell me now.”
Law gets what he was silently wanting, Doflamingo taking his jeans and underwear off, his shirt following suit. Law’s answer comes in the form of him opening his mouth, and Doflamingo grins.
“That’s my good girl.”
Doflamingo walks forward and slaps his cock on Law’s lips, angling the tip into his mouth.
“Swallow it all Law.” Doflamingo demands.
Law has just enough time to prepare himself before Doflamingo thrusts fully into him. He swallows around the tip, and the second he does, streams flow into Law’s throat. His eyes roll, hand flying down to his clit to stroke it, gulping Doflamingo down without hesitation. There’s something so primal about it, so taboo, that makes Law grow intoxicated. It’s over much too soon, Doflamingo popping out of his mouth afterwards.
“What do you say princess?” Doflamingo traces around his lips.
Law licks his thumb, staring upside down at him, so full.
“Can I have more?”
Doflamingo stops, obvious shock washing over his features. Law blushes at his own words, the way they easily slipped out of him instead of a simple thank you. Doflamingo gets over it quickly enough, laughing lightly under his breath. He pats Law’s cheek playfully, hand sliding down to where his shirt is, sticky with sweat against his skin.
“I’ll mark you up however you want.”