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Life is boring. Luffy sighs, staring out the window of his apartment, looking at the cars and people walking the street far below him. He has nothing to do, no car to drive to his friends’ apartments, no places worth walking to, and to top it all off his roommate Law is busy getting hands deep in some ribcage right now at the hospital. He looks back at the switch console discarded on his bed, Usopp doesn’t want to play right now, and he doesn’t feel like playing on his own. He tried fixing his island on animal crossing, but it’s too much of a mess already and it would take days to fix. He shot Law a text asking when he’d be home an hour ago, but still no response.
“Whatever.” He scoffs to himself, turning back to the window, leaning forward, forehead pressed against the glass pane. He’s so bored it’s driving him crazy and honestly, a little horny.
Too bad Zoro isn’t around to help him right now. The green-haired moss ball is out of state for a kendo tournament or something like that. He’d call, but it feels a little too desperate, and the swordsman is probably having dinner; unlike Luffy waiting for his roommate to get home.
Law always brings the best takeout after work, great food from a Chinese place that’s open crazy late right by the hospital. They eat food from there probably once a week, maybe more depending on Law’s schedule. Watching the aspiring doctor’s tattooed hands dish out deliciously greasy spring rolls, shrimp fried rice, and general Tso’s chicken onto his plate could easily kill him and send him to heaven.
His phone buzzes. A text from Law: “I don’t know.”
Helpful as always, Luffy rolls his eyes landing on the dresser beside his bed. He’s bored, he’s horny, and Law won’t be home indefinitely, so he’s got some time to himself.
He pulls the curtain down, flopping belly down on his bed, kicking his switch to the ground as he crawls over the comforter towards his dresser. He opens the top drawer, pulling out a mostly used bottle of lube, closing the drawer. He settles on his back, pulling his underwear and sweatpants off and tossing them to the floor.
“Come on,” Luffy grunts fiddling with the cap of the lube sealed tight, an angry red indent left in his thumb when it pops open.
He flips to his stomach, squirting some onto his fingers before propping up his ass and smearing the cold jelly onto his hole.
“Fuck.” He hisses, sinking two fingers into himself. It’s been a bit since he and Zoro fucked, so he’s tight, but it’s not too bad. The stretch feels good, warm, and full as he slowly pumps his fingers, curling them slightly the way Zoro does to find his prostate. Again, Fuck.
He curls his fingers more, arching his back into the touch of his fingers rubbing his prostate but it’s not enough. He’s horny but too lazy to work hard. He just wants to get it over with, come fast and hard so he can sleep until Law comes home with food.
Luffy rolls on his back and tries from another angle. He pushes deeper, knees to his chest hand between his legs stroking deep as he ruts into the air trying to get any kind of friction on his dick. Nothing. It feels good but he knows it can be so much better. He rolls onto his stomach again looking back at his dresser.
Opening the first drawer again, Luffy pulls out his favorite vibrator. The bright blue one shaped like an egg, the one Zoro uses against his prostate when he really wants to see stars.
He can’t really see behind him, arching his back to look around the curve of his ass to try and see where he’s rubbing the vibrator. He’ll have to rely on feeling alone, he huffs slicking up the object with lube and probing his swollen hole.
He imagines someone else doing this to him, stretching him open, doing all the work while Luffy lays with his face in a pillow moaning until he comes over himself. Zoro is good, really good even, but he’s too nice. He’s always so careful with his stretching, always making sure Luffy is alright, never giving him more than he can handle, never giving him as much as he can handle. He doesn’t talk enough either. Dead silence as Luffy is whining and moaning into his arm, face up staring at Zoro’s concentrated face as he opens Luffy up with two thick fingers.
Luffy sighs, whatever, it’s better than being on his own stretching himself out, anything is better than his own boring company.
When he finally gets over the widest part, the egg slips in easily, and Luffy follows it with his fingers, trying to hold onto the slippery bulb the best he can when he presses the vibrate button.
He moans loudly, biting his pillow the second the vibrations hit his prostate. It feels good, so good, he’s starting to lose his grip on the toy as he rocks his hips back and forth against the bed.
It’s just what he needed, heavy vibrations pressing right against his prostate in a moment of pure bliss. Who needs anyone else when you have the world’s best toy doing all the work? He still wishes he had someone by the bed, watching him, praising him. Telling him how much of a beautiful mess he is. He heard Law call someone that before, a gorgeous doll of a woman Law brought over while Luffy was ‘sleeping’. He was, in fact, not; instead having just gotten off gaming with Usopp at 2am.
The woman was loud, her crying would’ve woken up Luffy regardless of if he had been sleeping, but it was Law’s voice that had him in pieces. ‘Good girl’, ‘ass up, just like that, princess’, ‘oh, I’m going to break you, baby girl.’ And break her he did. He heard it all night, the spanking, the crying, the moaning with Law’s voice talking through it all. It was impossible to act normal the next day, having breakfast at the counter scarfing down the bacon and eggs Law made as fast as possible before heading to work.
He did that often, Law. Nights he didn’t bring home Chinese food instead he brought home a girl or two after work. Luffy doesn’t know half of what goes on behind Law’s bedroom door but, fuck, he wishes he did. Law never brought men home, at least not to the apartment so Luffy has no idea if Law could even be attracted to him. Oh, he wishes, it’s all he can do.
Fuck, fuck, the vibrator pressed right against the sweet spot in his ass, rubbing his dick against the comforter of his bed. “L-Law,” He stutters out, feeling himself coming on his stomach with a cry when his fingers slip from the vibrator. “Fuck!”
The egg presses deep into him, and Luffy removes his empty fingers in shock before trying to reach back for the blue toy again. He’s so stupid for letting go when he came and now it’s stuck. He’s so screwed if he can’t get it out, or at least turn the damn thing off. His hands are shaky, unable to reach far into himself without feeling weak from overstimulation. He can barely move without a shiver running up from the base of his spine to the back of his neck. He feels good, too good, trying to put his fingers in again but is unable to get his fingers around the wet toy.
“Oh shit.” Luffy moans on his back, reaching for the lube on his bed when he feels his cock, flushed pink and hardening, dripping on his stomach. It’s too soon to come for a second time but he can feel himself right at the edge again.
He pours more lube on his fingers, rolling onto his stomach again, his dick sensitive against the ruined sheets. He reaches back for a third time, far enough to press the button and turn the toy off.
The dumb part of his brain wants to turn the toy on at least until he comes again but the rational, not fucked side of him knows it’s a bad idea. Luffy sighs, breathless, feeling the toy nestled deep inside him where he can’t get to it. Not on his own.
He looks over at his phone on the dresser, quickly going into contacts and pressing call before he can think twice about the embarrassment.
The phone rings, once, twice, “Trafalgar Law speaking.”
“Torao.” Luffy tries to hide the strain in his voice as he settles back on his stomach, the only comfortable position with a vibrator up his ass.
“What Luffy?” Law sounds annoyed, his voice tired, and surrounded by the sounds of loud talking and moving around. Maybe Law is still on shift at the hospital.
Luffy swallows, “I need, help.” He whispers the second part, face red. He’s lucky Law can’t see him right now, hair a mess and embarrassed, covered in his own spunk he still needs to wipe off. He hopes he’s not interrupting the older in the middle of his shift or he’ll be really embarrassed.
“With?”
“You have to promise you won’t laugh.”
The older chuckles, his deep voice echoing through the receiver “No.”
“I’m fucking serious!” Luffy huffs, listening to the talking around the receiver die down.
“Okay, okay, I won’t. What happened? Did you fall off the counter again? Burn yourself? What’d you do, little monkey?”
Luffy blushes at the nickname, “I was bored, okay? And I couldn’t find anything to do so I started thinking about-”
Law sighs in the receiver, the rumbling of a car engine behind it, “To the point, please.”
“I put a vibrator in my ass and now it’s stuck.” Luffy winces, waiting for laughter to come but it never does.
“How long has it been stuck.”
“Um,” Luffy looks at the alarm clock on his dresser, “not long, like 10 minutes.”
“What kind of vibrator? Did you try to get it out?”
“No, I just left it there,” Luffy snaps, “of course I tried to get it out. What part of stuck doesn’t make sense, Torao?”
“Easy,” Law says, “you wanted my help, remember?”
“Just help me,” Luffy wipes his nose on the back of his hand, reaching for the top of his dresser for tissues, “please.”
“I’m already on my way.”
Luffy nods, thanking whatever is listening to his prayers before thanking Law and hanging up. He just needs to survive a little longer.
Ten minutes pass and Luffy is about to burst when he hears the key slot into the lock and twist open. There’s rustling outside his room, Law putting stuff down, and taking his coat off when there’s a knock on Luffy’s bedroom door.
“Luffy, are you in here?” He doesn’t wait for a response, walking into the bedroom to see Luffy lying on his stomach, ass on display, brown eyes turning to look at him. “Get up and put some pants on, we’re going to the hospital.”
“What? No!” Luffy stifles a small moan as he turns over to face Law, “I can’t do that, you said you’d help me!”
“Yeah,” Law deadpans, tattooed hand still resting on the door handle, “help drive you to the hospital, now get up.”
“I’m not going.” And tell them what, ‘I was horny and shoved a toy up my ass’? Not in a million years is he getting laughed at for something so stupid.
“Then I’m not helping.”
“Torao!” Luffy grips the bedsheets, going back to his stomach to relieve the pressure of the toy against his prostate in his ass, “Help me here. Please? I can’t go there like this,” he pauses for a minute, biting his lip, “you’re basically a doctor anyway.”
“Resident.”
Luffy groans, clenching his fists, “it doesn’t matter!” He looks up at Law, big puppy eyes on display and letting his bottom lip jut out, “please help me.”
“Fuck.” Law sighs, eye twitching slightly before he steps into the room, closing the door behind himself. “Where’s the lube?”
“I used most of it,” Luffy says smiling, tossing the bottle to the older who catches it with ease.
“Most?” Law snorts, “You must’ve had a fun night, it’s empty.” He walks forward, approaching the bed and tossing the lube to the side. “Whatever, I’ll just take my time with you. Come here.”
Luffy hurriedly sits up, wincing as he moves. Law’s hands find his hips, guiding him to turn around, placed on his hands and knees, feet hanging off the bed. He can mostly hide his blush now at least, pink skin flushed down his face and his neck to the tips of his ears. He’s fully exposed in front of his roommate about to stick fingers up his ass to help get a stuck toy out. There’s a first time for everything, unfortunately.
In a better context, Law would have finally brought Luffy to his room, hand on his back as he’s led to Law’s queen-sized bed. On his hands and knees just like now only instead of the embarrassing situation he’s in Law would be stretching him for the first time. One, two, three fingers in his hole getting Luffy ready for his cock, maybe even his fist. He’d be saying all those sweet, cruel things Luffy has heard him say to people less deserving than him.
“Relax.” Law says, one hand staying on Luffy’s hip while the other prods his wet hole, “The more tense you are the harder this’ll be.”
Luffy bites his tongue, holding back any comeback he had prepared. Law is helping him; he should be grateful and get his head out of the gutter. “I’m trying.”
One finger slides in with the help of the leftover globs of lube in and around his hole. Law’s fingers are longer than Luffy’s, bigger, as he slowly presses forward with the curve of Luffy’s hole feeling for the toy. “Found it.”
Luffy grimaces at the toy being pressed deeper, “I can feel that.”
Law chuckles, pulling his finger out. “It’s not too far, I think I can get it without breaking open my medical bag.”
“Please don’t get your bag,” Luffy whines, biting his lip as two fingers find their way into his hole. He doesn’t need anything else foreign shoved up his ass to get the first thing out. “Just hurry up and grab it.”
“Patience.” Law smirks, fingers sliding around the toy, pushing it forward to get his fingers around it.
Luffy pants, feeling Law’s skillful fingers press against the egg inside him. He looks down between his legs, dick aching, the head red and angry dripping over his bedsheets.
“Almost got it.” Law says, hand sliding up from Luffy’s hip to hold the indent of his waist, fingers only centimeters from his cock.
He feels so full, the toy pressing against his prostate, and Law’s dexterous fingers curled into his ass pushing him closer and closer to the edge. Luffy rocks back on the fingers inside him, finally hitting his favorite spot from the best angle.
Law’s fingers are slick with lube, trying to get the toy but rubbing Luffy just the right way that it happens.
“Fuck!” Luffy cries, hands gripping his comforter for dear life as he comes on himself just as Law finally gets a grip on the toy and eases it out.
There’s only silence as Law looks the toy over once before tossing it on the bed. “It’s out, are you okay?”
That didn’t happen, that did not happen. “Get out,” Luffy says hurriedly, flopping on his stomach, overstimulated, and groping for tissues on his desk to wipe up his messes. He used Law to get off. Law was just trying to help him, and he selfishly used him to get relief.
“So eager to get rid of me, hm?” Law says, crossing his arms, voice steady like he didn’t just pull a toy from the younger’s butt.
“Just get out, Torao,” Luffy says again, desperate to hide under his sheets and never show his face again. He’ll have to move out, find another place to live. When he wanted Law to see him naked, he didn’t want it to be like this, he didn’t want to use the older he wants it to be mutual; but its not, not like this.
The older doesn’t move, instead his hand finds the younger’s ankle, keeping Luffy from moving away any further. “I need to make sure there isn’t any tearing, and check for bruising too,” Law says clinically, moving Luffy back into position. He spreads the younger’s cheeks with one hand, pausing before pressing two fingers back into the red puckered hole. He pushes forward, slowly curling his fingers the way he did before, filling Luffy’s overstimulated hole again. “How long have you been stuck like that?” Law asks, a smile creeping onto his face, “dripping all over the sheets, edged by your toy. Poor little monkey.” He continues deeper, caressing the pads of his fingers against the younger’s prostate. “I see why you needed me to help you.”
Luffy swallows a moan, “It’s not like that.”
“Isn’t it?” Law curls his fingers into the younger’s prostate, rubbing rhythmically.
Luffy whines pitifully, he just came he can’t get hard for a third time! “T-torao.”
“Yes?”
“I can’t.” Luffy whines.
“Can’t what?” The older pauses before chuckling, “That’s what I thought. Hold still.”
Luffy bites his tongue to hold back a moan, nodding along with what Law is saying, distracted by the fingers directly on his sweet spot. He can’t hold the shiver that trails up his back, feeling his arms give as he collapses into the pillows, ass still high in the air. He can’t lift himself back up, too overstimulated to move, to speak.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Law mumbles, soft and quick that Luffy almost doesn’t catch it.
The younger can only whine, cock soft and leaking pressed against the sheets. He can feel it in his lower belly, warm and heavy in his gut as he’s brought closer and closer to the edge again. “Please, Law, I can’t,” he pleads, desperate, “I can’t go again.”
“I think you’ve got one more in you, baby.” Law leans down, hand sliding up the younger’s back to his neck, lips close to Luffy’s ear, “give me one more, little monkey.” He squeezes Luffy’s neck, moving up to tangle his fingers in the younger’s hair, other hand pumping two fingers in and out of Luffy’s hole. He works a third in, curling and pressing relentlessly into Luffy’s prostate.
“Law!” Luffy cries, moaning, hugging his pillow, biting into it to stifle his noises.
The older pulls Luffy’s hair, making him yelp in pain and release the pillow. “I want to hear you.” He thrusts his hand harder, leg up on the bed, knee between Luffy’s thighs.
Hand leaving his hair, Luffy hears Law spit then feels the older’s wet hand wrap around his cock, squeezing the weeping head before stroking down it’s length. He screams, tears streaking down his cheeks, begging Law to stop but he’s so, so close.
“That’s it, sweetheart, come for me.”
Luffy’s knees buckle as he spasms, looking between his legs at the new wet splatter on his sheets and he collapses. He tries not to whimper when he hears the bedroom door open and Law leave. What the fuck just happened? Does Law hate him now? Luffy sighs, breathless, his heart thumping loudly in his chest as he curls up. He wipes the dried tears from his cheeks and snot from his nose with the back of his hand.
A warm cloth presses between Luffy’s cheeks, catching him by surprise. Law murmurs an apology, wiping away the leftover lube before dropping the cloth to the floor. He cups Luffy’s cheek, grabbing the other clean cloth and turning the younger to face him. He carefully wipes the tears and snot from Luffy’s nose, caressing the clean cheek with his thumb. He moves down, careful with the younger’s sensitive dick when wiping the come off his stomach. “You should shower.” He says before pulling away, “and change your sheets.”
Well duh. Luffy sits up, swallowing and nodding as he watches Law leave his room, closing the door behind him. He looks down at his stomach, to the door then to the floor where the soiled washcloths are. Did Law just jerk him off and leave like nothing happened? What’s he supposed to do now? How is he supposed to act normal after this?