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With a, “fuck, Luffy," and one final, punishing thrust forward, Law tightens his already bruising grip he has on Luffy’s hips and pulls him backwards, shoving his knot in and locking them together.
“T-Torao–” Luffy groans out, tears soaking the mattress where his cheek is pressed into. His own knot throbs, aches from where it’s formed and is being squeezed in Law’s grip, oversensitivity running rampant through his veins—yet, he’s never felt so whole. His body is electrified, nerves on fire, gums aching with the need to bite, and heart thumping wildly in his chest yet slowing as the endorphins begin to flood in.
It’s the familiarity of it all—the stretch of his body accommodating for something so large splitting him open, Law’s quiet groans and intoxicating scent enveloping Luffy’s senses as his cock throbs within him, filling his body with liquid heat—as well as the feeling of completion, that leaves his mind empty, chest full and swirling with affection.
Luffy pushes his hips back against Law in a silent plea; deeper, more. As close as they already are, he wants to be closer.
He can feel his own cum underneath him, warm and sticky where it’s trapped between his stomach and the bedsheets. He’s panting, probably shaking, can’t really tell but, Law holds him through it. He always does. Luffy thinks he’s trying to be deeper, too. Trying, wanting to be buried inside for good, to carve out a space and mark it as his. A home for Law and Law alone.
Silly. Luffy knows, it already is.
Law leans down so they’re back to chest, beginning at his shoulder blades as he trails lazy, open-mouthed kisses upwards until he reaches Luffy’s nape where he does that absolutely maddening thing he likes to do of licking and sucking at his scent gland but never biting—and Luffy, completely crazed from the sensation, somehow, someway, sinks even deeper.
He isn’t sure how it’s still possible, four months later, being able to fall harder than he already has.
Because really, the first time Luffy laid his eyes on Law that random weekday in the coffee shop, he felt it. He knew.
It wasn’t even this grand thing, honestly. Just instinctual. Like everything in his life had let up to that moment. It was as easy as breathing, as simple as making a coffee. His inner alpha distinctly understood that the person standing in front of him was it.
Like, hey stranger, you’re actually my person, isn’t that neat?
And that was that.
Law’s scent is what got to him next, that warm pine and smokey amber that sunk into his bones and made him burn from the inside out. He knew immediately Law was an alpha just from the way he carried himself, the way he looked. Broad shouldered, tall, muscular and long in all the right areas. Dark eyes, dark hair, dark tattoos etched into his skin—every aspect of him, everything he was sparked something inside Luffy that he had never felt before.
Luffy has always been in tune with his instincts, perhaps scarily so. He knew he was an alpha before he even presented, and when he did, things went smoothly. His ruts have been normal and nothing too difficult to handle as well, coming twice a year like clockwork.
He also knew from a very early age he had no desire for omegas. They just, never did anything for him. He likes men and he likes alphas: very simple. He’s always figured it’s the chase he enjoys, mostly. The power dynamic, the struggle. Built muscles and wideset bones that he can grip onto; rough, harsh, and callused. It sets him off. Makes things more exhilarating.
Growing up, Luffy surely had his fair share of assholes who poked fun at him for lacking interest in omegas, but that never bothered him. Because when Luffy is told that he can’t or shouldn’t do something, it fuels the need to do it that much more.
It’s just this innate feeling. Something inside of him has to prove the entire system wrong.
All the social biases that come with second genders and all that bullshit, Luffy has never understood them. He has friends of all types: alpha, beta, omega, and loves them all equally for exactly who they are. People are people, and that’s really all that matters.
But, romantically, sexually, spiritually—he’s only ever felt any type of way for alphas.
And that desire was only increased tenfold when Law came into his life.
He was brooding, wore either a peeved expression or a blank one that gave nothing away, though Luffy could tell there was more to him than that. And when Law first placed the tip in the jar even after Luffy had paid for his coffee for no other reason than he felt like being a flirt, it confirmed he was different from the rest.
And really, it was too obvious that Law felt the same way, deep inside. Luffy could tell, from the hitching of his breath to the faint blush painting his cheeks. Although, he remained guarded, even a little defensive. But it was fine. Luffy was more than happy to play the waiting game. After going twenty years as it was, what would a couple more months hurt?
As it turns out, it didn’t hurt.
The exact opposite, actually. It was one of the greatest things to ever happen to Luffy, up there with finally being able to graduate from the hell that was high school, or meeting each of his best friends.
In all honesty, paying for another alpha’s drink is nothing new to Luffy. An alpha he found to be attractive would come in, he’d offer to buy their drink, and most of the time they’d laugh in his face and then never return. Or, they would, but expect all of their drinks to be free from then on out. Luffy would snort and tell them to fuck straight off—because there’s nothing worse than a douchebag alpha who thinks he’s hot shit and expects that everyone else does too.
It’s exactly that; the expectation, that turns Luffy off.
But of course, Law never seemed to hold any of those. He didn’t care about Luffy’s second gender like that. Sure he wasn’t open from the jump, but Luffy can’t expect everyone to be. (Or, so his friends have drilled into him.)
And after that, when Law returned a few days later and they touched—just a brief contact, but what sparked between them was like nothing Luffy had ever experienced before, and he knew Law was the man for him.
That is who he had been waiting for. And from that day, Luffy vowed to do anything it took to have him.
Therefore he made it his ultimate goal: flirted, offered up teasing winks when appropriate, drew silly pictures on his coffee cup, and even exuded pheromones every time Law came into the shop. And man, did it always make the alpha flustered. Law clearly did his best to try and hide his feelings, but there was no denying he held some sort of interest as well.
And then a few weeks later when Law was seated in the back of the cafe reading something, Luffy could smell the moment he began contemplating something lewd. The sharp arousal flooded Luffy’s nose and went straight to his dick, and he couldn’t help but wonder what Law could possibly be thinking about. Was it something in his book? Was it someone he was seeing? Was it Luffy? His mind went insane with the possibilities, and it took everything inside of him to not jump over that counter and ask the alpha himself.
Luffy wouldn’t say he’s possessive, per say, as his partners can do as they please and talk to whoever they’d like. But at the end of the day, he wants them to know they’re his. He wants them to think of him in lustful moments and seek comfort and joy in him only. And although Luffy wanted to continue basking in the delicious, dizzying desire that Law was emitting, he couldn’t allow others to potentially enjoy the same bliss. Selfishly, he needed it for himself.
So, Luffy got his attention, which looking back may have been a mistake, because Law ran out of there so fast they barely caught eyes.
But, that was okay. Luffy had the memory and lingering, albeit faint, scent on his clothes to get him through the next few days while he fucked his fist and imagined sinking his cock into Law, breaking down that intense outer shell of alpha and rendering him into submission, all while enjoying the fight to get there. Showing him how good things can really be. To spread willing thighs apart and offer unrelenting pleasure. To knot, and mate, and bite, and claim.
It was all Luffy could think about, and it only made the craving that much more distinct.
And then, by a stroke of luck, or fate, or whatever sort of divine intervention shit Sanji likes to spew when he’s just perfected a new recipe or something—Law accepted Luffy’s invitation to Usopp and Kaya’s party.
He figured it was the perfect opportunity to take their relationship to the next level. He spent all day picking out an outfit, making sure his hair was perfect yet still having that effortlessly messy look, ultimately not wanting to try too hard. And he thought it worked, too, judging by Law’s reaction—until Luffy had to go and down four or five shots with Nami on a dare.
Stupid, in hindsight, because he didn’t even mean to get that drunk.
It was a lapse in judgement, and made his instincts go all haywire and all he could focus on was Law, Law, Law, and alpha, alpha, alpha.
Luffy thinks it was worth it though, as scenting with Law was like an awakening. Even when Law ignored him for days after that, he jerked off to the memory every single night, whining and thrashing around in bed, his chest aching for the person he craved with every fiber of his being.
Sure he felt guilty, perhaps a little ashamed. He may have pushed Law a little too quickly—but still, there was no doubt he enjoyed it, maybe even more than Luffy did. Luffy could tell, by Law’s scent, by him getting hard under Luffy’s lap almost immediately. His scent blossomed into the one akin to the one he exuded at the coffee shop that day right before he ran out, and it was nothing short of addicting.
However, Law still had some sort of reservation, some reason why he couldn’t allow himself to fall. Luffy desperately wanted to know what, but he didn’t push. He allowed Law his time, and only prayed he wouldn’t stay away forever and ruin their perfect progress.
And he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. How could he?
Then, after a conversation and the help of an unplanned rut, they ended up spending Law’s entire cycle together, fucking and living in bliss. Luffy was sure he would have been sent straight into his own rut from it, however, that wasn’t the case. Presumably because he wasn’t the one doing the actual fucking—which, was fine. He knew Law needed it and he was more than happy to receive, to offer himself up in any way he could for the man he holds such intense desire for.
It was a different kind of pleasure Luffy isn’t used to but has grown to crave. Being fucked and filled and knotted and practically owned, it made him feel cared for in ways that only made his adoration for Law stronger.
Though, that didn’t take away the desire to take Law’s body for his own. To render him pliant, to show him that same pleasure Luffy was granted.
Doesn’t, really. He can’t help it, being an alpha. He has urges. Desires. Instincts.
Specifically, a craving to fuck Law five ways into Sunday. And then Monday. And Tuesday, and maybe probably everyday after that.
Their beginning was a unique one, but Luffy wouldn’t change one thing about it because it’s led them to where they are now. Four months established, hanging out multiple times a week, going on dates, spending quality time with one another. And things are good. More than good, honestly. They’re incredible. Despite every hurdle thrown their way, choosing one another was easy, and Luffy wouldn’t trade this for the world.
Maybe their love wasn’t written in the stars. Maybe, as two alphas, it wasn’t destined by fate or biologically predetermined—but he’ll pick Law each and every single time.
“Mm, all good, baby?” Law mutters; nosing, inhaling, and exhaling deeply against Luffy’s nape in a way that sends a chill down his spine.
“Mmhm,” Luffy hums, eyes shut, relishing in the euphoric feeling of Law in him, close to him, all around him. “So good.”
“Good.” Law wraps his arms tighter around Luffy, squeezing him like he never wants to let go. His knot throbs a little inside Luffy, pumping out the final amounts of cum still left. It’s a satisfying feeling, being filled and full, being stuck together in the most intimate of ways. However, he can’t help but also think—
“Wish I could do this to you, though.”
Law pushes away some of the hair that’s stuck to Luffy’s sweaty forehead. Should be gross, but it’s mostly sweet. “Do what?” He asks.
“Knot you,” Luffy answers, wiggling his hips for emphasis. Law’s dick twitches a little from the movement, but he breathes out a low chuckle like he isn’t really concerned to do anything about it.
“Do you not like it when I do it to you?” Law asks, obviously only half-serious because in what world could Luffy not like this?
“Of course I do,” Luffy replies without missing a beat. “But, don’t you wonder what it feels like?”
Law is quiet for a few moments. “Hm. I mean, I guess. I don’t know, baby. Maybe this isn’t the best time for this conversation.”
With a final kiss to his neck, Law’s knot deflates enough so that he’s able to untangle from Luffy and finally pull out. Luffy winces from the soreness and the immediate flood that pours from him as he turns over, and can’t help but pout a little as he watches Law get out of bed.
“Well, why not?” Luffy asks.
Law gives a smile, soft and sweet. “Because, we’re dirty.”
For some reason that doesn’t actually feel like a real answer. Which is weird, because Luffy doesn’t know why Law wouldn’t just say what he’s thinking or feeling, but he also can’t really disagree because Law is right and they are in fact both incredibly dirty.
Law turns around into the bathroom and starts up the shower, and Luffy gives himself a moment to sulk just a little more before he gets up and joins him.
Under the stream of water, Law scrubs his hair, washes his body and gives gentle kisses as he does so. It’s comforting, the aftercare always blissful and sweet, Law truly caring for every part of him. Wrapping Luffy in some silken haze of love.
It doesn’t end the want, though. He’s basically already forgotten about their previous lack-of-conversation, but if anything, being treated so kindly has the desire bubbling up again, his inner alpha starving to act out. Hungering to push Law down onto his knees, choke him on his cock, bend him over and rail him into oblivion.
His own dick chubs up a little in interest at the thought, but he lets himself continue to be pampered without comment, enjoying the hands on his body and the combination of their scents and soap in the steam.
Yeah, it’s fine.
He isn’t worried. Even if Law isn’t totally into the idea yet, Luffy has an inkling they’ll get there someday.
If anything, he’ll just have to try his best to warm Law up to the idea. Seduce him. Show him how good Luffy can make him feel.
–☆–
Summer has gone and passed, the air colder as autumn edges through—but, even as the world dims darker and duller, the same fate does not apply to the cafe.
No outside force could ever disrupt the magic that the shop holds. Never. Everything is always warm, lively and brilliant, like a second home to Luffy. Surrounded by his friends on a daily basis, conversing with his favorite regulars and enjoying the small talk, making a difference in his own miniscule sort of way.
It gives him purpose. Fills him with a sense of direction during the strange period of early adolescence where things are ever changing, coming, moving, going. And Luffy revels in it. He thoroughly enjoys his daily routine, going through the motions of making coffee, serving customers, cleaning up the small messes as he goes. He’s worked here for a couple years now, to the point where he flows on autopilot, knowing what to expect and exactly what to do.
It’s sometime around twelve on a weekday, and Luffy’s just finished wiping a portafilter clean and has locked it back into the machine with a satisfying click when Nami taps him on his shoulder, pulling him away from his cleaning of the surrounding counter. “Guess who’s here,” she leans in and whispers, pointing towards the front of the shop with a smug grin.
At this point, Luffy doesn’t even need to be told. He knows. Obviously. How could he not? Law’s scent and presence is like second nature to him now. He could easily point him out of a crowd of a thousand, maybe even a million.
Not to mention how Law visits him daily now without fail. Even if he drove Luffy to work that morning, he stops by during his lunch breaks or just randomly to chat if he’s not working. Sometimes he’ll wait until Luffy’s finished closing and they’ll go back to Law’s apartment, sometimes not if he’s scheduled for the night shift. Regardless, he makes it a point to see Luffy every single day, even if only for a few minutes to bring him food and give him a kiss.
It’s wildly endearing and only has Luffy falling harder for the man.
If that’s even possible at this point.
Whipping his head around, Luffy throws the rag down as he catches his first glimpse of Law of the day. Still in his scrubs as he’s clearly on his lunch break, but he looks divine nonetheless. It’s sheer instinct that has him swirling out from around the counter, smashing into Law and pulling him into a tight embrace, not caring for the patrons who are waiting to order. Law hugs him in return, one hand affectionately messing with the hair on top of his head.
“Hey, baby,” Law says, all low and content. Luffy’s not going to focus on how that specific tone of his voice never fails to flood his mind with unholy thoughts. Instead he looks upwards, smiling wide and keeping his arms wrapped tight around a toned waist.
“Hi! How’s your day going? Work okay?”
“Mm, it’s fine. Better now that I’m seeing you.” Law tilts Luffy’s face further up with a finger beneath his chin, leaning down to pull him into a kiss.
“Ugh, get a room,” Nami drones, though Luffy knows she’s mostly joking. She’s just glad they’re finally together now so she doesn’t have to listen to—and these are her words, ‘gross, gay, alpha pining’, anymore. He knows she’s genuinely happy for them, though.
Law straightens his stance and pulls away slightly, though keeps his arm tight around Luffy’s shoulder, fingers fluttering against the opposite side of his nape. Despite his clear attempt to hide his embarrassment, Law has without a doubt grown way more unabashed in his scenting techniques over the last few months. Luffy’s never pointed it out, but he’s starting to believe Law likes doing it more than he does.
Luffy giggles and playfully rolls his eyes. Such an alpha. He presses one final kiss to Law’s lips before releasing him from the embrace, opting to grab Law’s hand instead—wrists together, of course. Law’s warm scent works well at suffusing any persistent hyperactivity in Luffy’s limbs. It’s still wild how easily his presence can mellow him out.
“We’re still hanging out later, yeah?” Luffy asks.
“Of course,” Law replies. He lifts Luffy’s hand up to his mouth and presses a light kiss against the knuckles. “I’m picking you up?”
“Mhm!” Luffy nods. Law smiles, eyes as lit up as they’ve been since they agreed to be exclusive. Law really does have the prettiest eyes. He doesn’t think so, but Luffy knows it by the way they glisten in the light. All golden brown and shiny.
“Wanna make me a coffee, love? Then you can tell me all about your day.”
“Only if you tell me about yours first!”
“Oh my god,” Nami huffs, viciously wiping a spot on the counter that, in Luffy’s opinion, already looks pretty clean. “Seriously, get a room you two.”
“You’re just mad Vivi left you,” Luffy retorts, hopping up onto the counter and swinging his legs around to get back behind it.
“Jesus, you make it sound like she broke up with me or something.” She turns to Law. “Which she didn’t, by the way. She’s studying abroad for a semester.” Nami turns back to Luffy, motioning to him having swung over the counter. “Also, can you, like, not do that?”
“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Law says in defense.
“Aw, but it’s so much funner than going the normal way,” Luffy whines.
Nami uses both hands to flip both of them off as she departs into the kitchen, leaving Luffy free to divulge all the details of his day for the next hour.
–☆–
Luffy loves being at Law’s apartment. It’s cozy, quiet, and most of all smells like him. Every nook and cranny is entirely Law—wholly, intrinsically alpha, and Luffy would break the lease of his own apartment in an instant if Law asked him to move in. Though he figures it may be too soon for that, one can still hope. It’s not like he doesn’t sleep here a majority of the week anyways.
When they’re here, they spend their time cuddling in front of the television, watching something Luffy forces Law to partake in, cooking, showering, or silently indulging in some parallel play. Usually it’s Luffy playing a video game while Law reads a book or files boring reports, but it’s cozy.
The other thing they do—which if he’s honest happens more often than not, is currently taking place, and is rather exquisite, despite Luffy reeling.
Law has him pinned to the couch with one hand, the other three fingers deep and crooking them up to have Luffy seeing stars. Law’s pulled two orgasms out of him already, the evidence staining Luffy’s stomach and part of the couch. Unrelenting bliss rendering him overwhelmed and halfway speechless—Law seems to relish in taking Luffy apart, as he often does just that without even a semblance of difficulty.
“T-Torao, please.”
“Please what, honey?” Law teases, the specific low cadence of his voice enough to bring Luffy closer to his third peak of the evening.
“I’m g-good, just–” Luffy breathes, arching his back. “Just, ugh, hurry up."
“Mm, you say that, but I don’t know, you’re just still so fucking tight.” He punctuates his sentence with a pointed thrust right where it burns, and Luffy can’t help but sob out loud.
He hates and loves when Law works him up like this. It feels good, better than anything, but it also has his mind going a bit wild. Feral, almost. Like he can’t think of anything useful. He enjoys the pleasure, but there’s a little part of his alpha brain that makes him want to rebel and push Law away so he can do the same thing in return.
Truly—as much as he loves these moments, he really wants to fuck Law so badly. Get him crying on his fingers, on his tongue, his cock. Bite and bruise and fuck him until he’s drooling, just how he does to Luffy. It drives him insane. His mind goes back and forth with accepting the pleasure and also feeling the need to push it away, but Law is perpetually so adamant about being the one that gives—it’s halfway maddening.
“I-I’m gonna do this to you one day,” Luffy pants, peeling open his screwed shut, hazy eyes to let Law know he really means it. “Make– make you come with just my fingers, make you beg for it.”
“That right?”
“Yeah. Oh god, fuck, r-right there.”
“Maybe next time,” Law declares, though he doesn’t sound all that genuine. He retracts his fingers, wiping some lube on Luffy’s inner thigh. “But for now, I’m gonna fuck you. See if we can’t make you come a third time tonight, hm?”
“Shit,” Luffy croaks, inhaling a breath and gripping onto the cushion above him as Law lines himself up, the head of his cock hot and throbbing against Luffy, and begins to push in ever so agonizingly slow.
And Law does, makes good on his declaration as he has Luffy coming another two times right on his cock, all perfect thrusts while a smug expression paints his face the entire time, like it doesn’t even phase him, which is completely hot but still pisses Luffy off all the same. He wants to break Law down. See him cry, hear him sob from the pleasure. It’s all he can think about. He tries to be present in these moments, and he usually is, but when there’s the rare grunt from Law when Luffy clenches or scratches down his back, he can’t help but imagine how much more broken he can make Law sound. How things would be if the roles were reversed.
The closest he’s gotten is teasing Law’s rim with a single finger while sucking his cock, which Law seemed to love. He came only a minute later, a sob wretched from his throat due to the duel sensation, spilling down Luffy’s throat thick and hot.
At the end of the day, he would never push anything without Law’s consent, obviously. And if Law truly never wanted it, Luffy could live to be content with only being on the receiving end for as long as they’re both on this planet. Really. But, he still can’t lie and say he wouldn’t be disappointed.
To Luffy, Law doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.
But for now, as they’re lying on their sides, Law’s knot keeping him full and plugged up as they come down from their climaxes, Luffy relishes in the kisses Law is pressing to his scent gland, coaxing him into a peaceful headspace, the air imbued with their combined scents. As much as he loves having sex with his partner, these moments are his absolute favorite. A one of a kind sense of completeness, that Luffy gets to have all to himself.
“Hey, Torao?” Luffy starts, breaking through the quiet, sleepy comfort of Law’s bedroom.
Law hugs him a little snugger, nosing at his nape. “Hm?” He breathes out.
“Can I ask you something?” Luffy says. “And, can you tell me the truth?”
“Yeah, ‘course. Anything.”
Luffy takes a breath.
“Why won’t you let me knot you?”
Law pauses, leaning back a little so he’s no longer nuzzled into Luffy’s neck. Luffy finds himself missing the contact almost immediately.
“I, uh. Guess I just, never really thought about it.”
Oh. Well, that makes sense. Law’s an alpha, so his instincts and biology are like, fully hardwired to only want to be on the giving end. Luffy can’t blame him for it. If he didn’t love Law as much as he does, he’d probably be the same way.
“Well, do you think we could try it sometime?” Luffy ends up asking, trying not to sound too hopeful.
“Um–”
“I know it’s like a pretty intense thing and all but, you can trust me! I know it feels good when you do it to me so, I bet it’d be just as good for you. Promise.”
“I just,” Law starts, and then pauses. He makes a small humming sound, like he’s really thinking deeply about his answer. Luffy does his best to wait patiently, holding his breath in anticipation of the response. Then, “–don’t think I’m… quite ready for that yet,” Law declares in a quiet, solemn tone.
Disappointing, but understandable, Luffy supposes. Perhaps then, he will just have to try a little harder.
He can do that. Warm Law up to the idea. Help him feel ready for such a big step in their relationship.
Really, how difficult could it be?
–☆–
For days, Luffy thinks about it. At work, he thinks. In the shower, he thinks. While brushing his teeth, at the grocery store when he’s sitting in the cart, when snuggled up in bed with Law, he thinks, and contemplates the situation. Ponders why Law wouldn’t be as open as he is to something like bottoming, why he wouldn’t immediately trust Luffy with the task, and in his mind he hops from solution to solution—until eventually, from those thoughts, he comes up with, what is in his opinion: a foolproof, genius idea.
–☆–
Law dead-eyes him across the table.
“Please, just hear me out!” Luffy begs.
“No,” Law responds in that short, suffering way that means he’s going to listen to Luffy but he’s gonna be pissy about it first. “It’s, fucking– what, not even 8AM?” He adds, scowling at his watch. “You don’t even wake up this early. Why on earth are you up this early? God, I need another cigarette.”
It’s true, Luffy is not a morning person. On days he doesn’t work, he prefers waking up later in the day, closer to when his friends are leaving their classes or jobs or just going on their lunch breaks. Otherwise, life is just boring. Nothing to do, no one to talk to. Plus, everyone knows the best time to do any chores or homework is in the middle of the night when the world is asleep. Otherwise, it’s just a waste of a perfectly good day.
Today is different. He had an important mission to attend to, one that included setting six alarms just so he’d be up in time to meet Law before his shift at the hospital started. It’s that important.
“It’s so important. Like, one of the most important situations, I think,” Luffy tells him. “I’m just trying to help you!”
“It was so important that you couldn’t wait until after I was done with my ten hour shift? You’re literally sleeping over tonight,” Law says with a glare.
“Yup.”
Law glares even harder. Luffy doesn’t know how he’s able to make his face like that. He tries to picture himself doing it, furrowing his brows and frowning all pissy-like, until his eyebrows twitch and he realizes he’s actually attempting to make the same face, not just mentally. He quickly readjusts. Law has to know this is a safe space for him.
“Well, you could answer me at least,” Luffy huffs.
Law sighs. “I say this with as much love and care in my heart I can muster: but please, go home. Also, you really need to work on your patience. Like, immediately.”
Luffy rolls his eyes. “And you need to answer my question.”
Law visibly exhales as he takes a sip of his homemade coffee. His demeanor softens slightly. “Why do you want to know so bad?”
“Because, I obviously care about you and your wellbeing.”
“My wellbeing is fine, Luffy. I promise you. Just, this really isn’t the place for us to be talking about this.”
Luffy just looks at him, unspeaking. Law eventually sighs.
“Is there anything I can say that would make you forget about this for right now?”
“Hmm,” Luffy hums, all for show. He doesn’t have to give it much thought. “No. Probably not.”
Law sighs again, this time a bit slower, and rubs at his temples with his thumb and forefinger.
“Fine. To answer your highly inappropriate question, no. I have not had a bad experience with another alpha. You, since you seem to have forgotten, are the first alpha I’ve been with.”
“Okaaay, so was it an omega then?”
“No.” Law snorts. “Definitely not.”
“Then, I guess I’m confused? If you haven’t had any bad experiences with anyone, then why won’t you let me be the one who fucks you?”
“Keep your voice down,” Law hisses, giving a look around the room. “Jesus, it just isn’t as simple as that, Luffy.”
Luffy cocks his head to the side. “Whaddya mean?”
“Me and my preferences have nothing to do with any personal bad experiences. They are just that: my preferences.”
“But, why?”
“I don’t know? Why do you like the color red, why do I like drinking my coffee black?” Law asks. Luffy attempts to come up with an answer to those questions before realizing they’re rhetorical. “We like what we like. There’s not typically any rhyme or reason to it.”
Luffy frowns, shrugs. “So, you really aren’t into it? Like, at all?”
“I didn’t say that. I just– I don’t know, okay?” Law sighs, and takes another sip of his coffee before placing it back on the table. He pauses, and plays with the edge of the plastic lid, staring at it. “I suppose, it was weird for me to even like an alpha in the first place, let alone be in a relationship with one. Obviously, I don’t think that way anymore and I am happy to be with you. But, I guess maybe it still feels a little odd to think about not having that sense of control.” He looks back up, eyes softer than they have been. “Get it?”
“I understand, but– what does me being on top have to do with your control?” Luffy asks. “You can still be all strong and powerful, even if my dick is inside of you.”
Law grimaces and looks around again. No one’s there, so Luffy isn’t sure why he’s so worried about it.
“But, I wouldn’t think you’re weaker for it,” Luffy adds. “If anything, I believe it makes you stronger.”
“I–” Law starts then stops, frowns. “Logically, I get that. But it still doesn’t stop the feeling.”
Luffy nods encouragingly. “Well, what if we make sure you’re the one calling the shots? Like, what do they call it, power bottoming?”
Law dead-eyes him once more, and it has Luffy starting to wonder if maybe they should’ve waited to have this conversation. But then, out of the blue, a flicker of intrigue overcomes Law’s annoyed stare, and he smirks a bit. Luffy’s going to ask what he’s thinking about, but—
“You actually want it that bad?”
“I– yes?” Luffy fidgets. “Yeah. I really do.”
Law hums and ostensibly studies Luffy’s face, one corner of his mouth still slightly upturned. “Alright. Then, go ahead and try it.”
“What?”
“Try it,” Law repeats. He leans in, propping his elbows on the table. “Try to get me to submit to you.”
Luffy perks up in his seat. “Wait, really? Just like that?”
Law nods. “Yeah. If anything, I think it'd be incredibly fun to see you work at it.”
Damn. This is certainly not what he expected when he showed up today asking for Law to tell him about each and every sexual experience he’s had thus far so Luffy could attempt to pick out any situation that may have cast a negative shadow on the whole top–bottom thing, but he’s actually glad it’s gone this way.
God, Luffy loves him. Like, a ridiculous amount. He’d continue to set six alarms every morning if it meant they could have conversations like this more.
But most and best of all, Luffy has an in, and it’s one that he’s not afraid of testing.
Which is sick.
His inner alpha is like, over the fucking moon right now.
–☆–
It’s a week later, and due to life circumstances, Luffy hasn’t really been able to test Law’s challenge. Law had a few stressful overnights that left him exhausted, and just when they had planned to finally hangout, Luffy was called to work a double shift as Usopp suddenly came down with the flu. It’s not like they weren’t able to see each other at all, as Law never fails to stop by for his daily coffee no matter how tired he is, but still. Luffy has been quite literally aching for some one-on-one time with Law.
Thankfully though, his patience has paid off, and tonight he’s gotten his wish. Their schedules have finally lined up, and it’s a free night for them and them only—no distractions.
Also, the perfect night to hopefully make some progress on breaking down Law’s walls.
The sun is long past set, and the crisp autumn air ruffling the trees outside the slightly open window sends a nice chill into Law’s overly-warm apartment—which is super relieving, as Law has the type of radiator that automatically turns on when it’s cold and can’t easily be shut off, making it hot as fuck for no reason.
Luffy doesn’t really mind it though. Just means they’re not required to wear as many clothes.
Law is in the kitchen, slightly hunched over the sink as he washes the dishes from dinner. He’s shirtless due to the temperature inside, and obviously Luffy has seen shirtless Law enough times not to be, like, shocked, but sitting at one of the island stools, he’s rarely had the opportunity just to stare like this.
And, there are certainly things to stare at.
Other than his back tattoo which is obviously cool as fuck, Law’s shoulders are quite broad, wide enough to make his waist look pretty tiny in comparison—and, man. For someone who doesn’t care much for working out or even eating super healthily, even his back muscles are toned, well-defined, shifting with every move under his slightly tan skin and yeah, it looks crazy good. Better than good, beautiful even. Fucking irresistible.
All strong and alpha like, perfection wrapped up all nicely and placed like a present for Luffy to unravel and enjoy whenever he pleases.
Maybe he’s just horny from a lack of action recently but, Luffy bets that underneath him, Law’s muscles feel great to the touch, all meaty and strong, and combine that with his velvety skin. Luffy would grip hard enough to leave bruises, somewhere on the biceps, maybe his hips. Or better yet, he could bite him.
Yeah, definitely, right on the nape. Two rows of his teeth there, he would clamp down hard enough to claim him, secure their bond for good. Luffy isn’t really sure how it works, being two alphas and all, but he bets it’s probably the same as any other mating ritual.
He wonders how Law would react, or if he even thinks about that kind of stuff. They haven’t really discussed it much since Law’s rut had ended. And like, obviously Luffy wants it. He knows Law is the person for him, and he’d like to make it fully official someday. Just, isn’t sure when the proper timing for all of that is.
Biting catalogued, Luffy’s gaze travels lower, to the small of Law’s back, and, fuck—has Luffy never noticed his back dimples before? Right above the waistline of his sweats, two divets, perfectly defined and prominent. They’re so visible, Luffy wants to dip his nose into each and nuzzle the skin. Lick all up and down his back, maybe. Like a madman. He bets Law would taste great there.
Luffy rises to his feet and comes up closer—closer, closer, until he feels the heat radiating from Law’s body through the fabric of his t-shirt. Law doesn’t seem to notice him, or perhaps he just doesn’t care, but Luffy is too crazed and honestly rock hard to like, not try anything.
Grabbing the edges of the countertop, he cages Law between his arms. “You really don’t leave much for imagination,” he teases.
Law freezes, then shuts off the sink and turns around, a soft blush already high on his cheeks, and oh, what a fucking view. Luffy really wants to lick him, specifically right now, and specifically on his lower back still. Law stares for a moment, then smirks, tilting his head to the side.
“Ah, Luffy.” His voice is honey and his eyes are seductive, narrow slits. He rolls his shoulders and straightens up enough to have their chests touch, putting one tattooed hand on Luffy’s waist. Luffy thought he couldn’t get any harder, but alas, here he is. “Is that a problem?”
This close, Luffy can see each individual eyelash and feel Law’s warm breath fanning his skin. He watches Law lick his lips, slowly. Leisurely enough to obviously be teasing, maybe a little mischievous, but Luffy doesn’t care.
Still looking at his lips, because it’s becoming increasingly more difficult to look away as the seconds tick by, Luffy manages a, “Nope. Not at all.”
Suddenly, the lips stretch into a small innocent smile, and Luffy looks up, catching the way Law’s eyes go imperceptibly darker. “You sure? Seems like you’re having a little trouble with it.”
Now, it’s Luffy’s turn to smirk. “Mm. Guilty.” He brings one hand up to cup at one of Law’s pecs, giving an affectionate squeeze, enjoying the tight collection of muscle underneath. “Hard to control myself around you.”
Law chuckles, sincere adoration dripping from his pretty, addicting mouth. “Safe to assume you’d like to do something about it, right?”
Mesmerized, Luffy gives a dumb nod. “Yeah. I do. Really do.”
He makes to press closer to Law, holding no shame in letting him know how turned on he is right now. Except, Law tightens his grip on Luffy’s hip, keeping him where he’s stood, preventing him from making any more contact.
Brows furrowing, Luffy’s a little confused. “W-what?”
Law shakes his head, still smiling. He raises his hand to carefully move away a lock of hair from Luffy’s eyes. “You really think I’m hot?”
Luffy nods eagerly. Is that even a question? “So hot. Really, really hot.”
There’s a pause, an elongated moment of silence as Law just looks down at him—studying Luffy’s demeanor, his neediness. It should feel condescending, maybe, but the fondness in his expression only elevates the want. His scent, too. It’s open, warm. Comforting, like a blanket of affection, mixed with a slight tinge of arousal that Luffy latches onto, droplets of water carrying him through what feels like weeks of drought.
“You really want to fuck me, huh?”
Luffy stops breathing for a moment on the spot, brain struggling to catch up or even comprehend the words. His cock twitches in interest, images of the mere prospect flooding into his mind like a tsunami.
In one of their beds, or against the wall, or on the couch, or the shower. Doesn’t matter, as long as he has Law under him, moaning his name, that gorgeous face twisted in a sort of pleasure that only Luffy could provide.
His knuckles and fingers tingle, gums and canines aching to bite, to touch.
It’s all he wants. It’s all he can think about nowadays.
Is it finally happening?
Is this all he had to do, be a flirt, initiate a little action?
Damn, if so, why didn’t he do this months ago?
Swallowing nothing, Luffy’s throat is dry as all hell, and he desperately tries not to make his excitement evident in his tone when he squeaks out, “Mhm. Yeah. Yes.”
There’s a certain kind of heat in the way Law’s looking at him right now. Not so much a wildfire, but something simmering, molten. His fingers gently brush the hair behind Luffy’s ear, and he leans in, latching to the comfort of this touch with embarrassing neediness. Law smiles at that, yet lets his hand fall anyway.
“How would you do it?”
“D-do what?” Luffy asks in earnest. “Fuck you?”
“Yeah. Fuck me,” Law repeats, eyebrows raised. “Tell me, how would you go about it?”
Weirdly, that question has him feeling nervous, and he isn’t exactly sure why. Maybe it’s the way Law’s asking, so candid. It feels unlike him. “You– I’m sure you could imagine,” he manages.
“Mm, yeah.” In a drawn out motion, Law leans in close, speaking low right against his ear. “But I want to hear you say it.”
Luffy exhales, his face suddenly very warm and chills traveling down his limbs from the warmth of Law’s breath. He tries not to let his apprehension show, and attempts to make use of all the bravado he can muster. “Um, well. I’d start by getting you ready for it. Fingering you, opening you up. Make you want it. Make you ask me for it, for– for more.”
“Make me want it, huh?” Law chuckles, deep and low. The hand on Luffy’s hip slides down, dipping below the waistband of his shorts. Luffy has to stifle a whimper and steady himself against the counter as Law wraps around his cock, grip light but nonetheless maddening.
“T-Torao, what–” Luffy softly gasps.
“Shh. Keep going.”
Law’s hand burns where it’s touching him, thumb tracing over the tip where he’s steadily leaking now. Luffy bites the inside of his cheek, leveling himself. “Then, um… once I knew you were ready, I’d line myself up, and—and push in, slow at first, and then all at once.”
“What’s next?” Law asks, sounding way too put together for what they’re currently doing. Luffy whines under his breath when the hand wrapped around his cock begins to jerk him intently, and it becomes increasingly more difficult to speak when he’s looking Law in the eye.
However, Luffy is not one to turn down a challenge—or, whatever this whole thing is. Law is obviously teasing him, but he’s so on edge, so hyper fixated on the carnal and innate need, he’d do anything to get what he wants. Even if that means forcing himself to detach from the pleasure, remove himself from the heat of the other alpha’s gaze.
He sucks in a breath, and locks onto Law’s eyes. “Then, I’d fuck you. And not like, half-assed. Like, really really go for it. The way you fuck me, but even better.”
Law smirks, sultry and playful. “The way I fuck you, but better. Hm, I like that.” He starts pumping Luffy a little faster, a little more torturous. Luffy’s mouth parts against his will, vision going foggy. Meanwhile, Law continues to speak, words laced in sin, voice dropped an octave lower. “So, you’re telling me, you want to spread me out, open me up on your cock? Fuck me so good that I cry, make me beg for it?
“Yeah,” Luffy says through an exhale. He grips onto Law’s bicep, having a difficult time maintaining focus. “Shit, please, just—”
“I want to know what comes next. What, do you wanna knot me? Fill me up? Pump me so full of cum I leak for days? Breed me?”
Luffy’s eyes squeeze shut, head falling forward and can’t hold back a loud, shaky moan. The imagery of that, the arousal coursing through him. It feels like he’s going to come in his pants right here. “Torao… please.”
Then, in an instant, Law turns Luffy around, switching their positions so Luffy is bent over the counter, Law’s grip tight on his hips. He presses his own hard cock against Luffy’s ass, and Luffy has to stifle a whimper.
“Oh, so that’s it, huh? Wanna fuck me full of cum, try to put a couple of your pups inside me?”
Luffy’s face burns. “Yeah,” He gasps again, the hand around his cock tightening. “Please– please let me.”
“You say all this, but I don’t know if you’re being honest with me—or yourself.”
Law leans in, breath hot and ticklish against the shell of Luffy’s ear. He moves down and begins softly biting at Luffy’s scent gland, and Luffy downright shivers.
“You know what I think? I think you love when I fuck you.” After Law says that, and in a quick motion, he strips Luffy of his shorts and boxers, letting them fall to his ankles. He keeps his fist tight and jerking Luffy’s cock steadily as he presses two fingers against Luffy’s mouth, pushing for entrance. Luffy lets him in with only a bit of hesitance, and begins licking around Law’s fingers, unable to stop the moan that’s forced from him. “You know no one could ever fuck you better than I do. I know exactly how to make you come, exactly where to touch you and drive you crazy.”
Once Law deems his fingers sufficiently wet enough, he pulls them out and brings them right down to Luffy’s hole, tracing around the rim and soaking it with Luffy’s own spit. He pushes one in, and Luffy moans, slapping a hand over his mouth to prevent anything even more embarrassing from coming out.
He can feel Law’s grin, his teeth against Luffy’s skin. And without any more ceremony, Law pushes in the second finger and starts his torturous pursuit of making Luffy fall apart.
“Yeah? Like this?” Law asks, scissoring his fingers but obviously pointedly avoiding the spot Luffy wants the most. It’s always a weird sensation, having something inside of him. Something he had to will his inner alpha to adjust to. Nevertheless, it’s still a fucking good one. Luffy wants more.
“More,” he gasps.
“You love when I’m inside you,” Law asserts. “You love my cock, say it.”
“Ah– Torao.”
“Say it.”
“Fuck, I love your– your cock,” he hisses, and right as he says it, Law crooks his fingers up, pressing right where Luffy needs it. His back arches, and his dick jerks harshly where it’s still trapped in Law’s grip. The little zings of pleasure are becoming more all consuming, coursing through his entire body, toes curling in his socks right against the tiled floor.
Law is getting him just right with each thrust of his fingers and it’s so much, so good. He jolts when Law presses in hard and then eases up completely, doing that over and over, spitting into his palm when it starts getting a bit too dry. He holds Luffy still when he tries to move, fucks him shallowly with his fingers, jerks him off in tandem.
It should be embarrassing how quick Law is able to work him to the edge. He knows Luffy so well at this point, knows exactly how to disconnect his brain from his body.
“Law, ha… fuck– I’m– I’m getting close, oh please, please, please,” Luffy whimpers, mindlessly reaching for him, losing his grip on reality. His gums ache, canines tingling. He wants to fuck something. Wants to knot and bite and claim and own and possess and— “fuck, please, T’rao.”
“Yeah, that’s good,” Law breathes. “Come for me. Such a good little alpha, coming from a couple of fingers inside you. You love this.”
Briefly, in the midst of all of this, Luffy’s mind travels to how this entire situation was supposed to be reversed, but instead he’s on the receiving end once more. But it’s fleeting, because his dick aches so bad, leaking fucking everywhere, and if he had any semblance of normal mind left he might like— “Oh fuck,” he chokes out as Law does something and then Luffy’s whole entire world falls apart.
It’s new and different every time—Luffy thinks he knows what it’s gonna feel like and then he gets hit by it like a freight train or something. Every single damn time. His body tries to curl up as he comes and he falls against the counter with a sob. Dimly he registers Law pressing kisses against his nape, pushing out his own scent and making the sensation that much more intense– but mostly, it’s all fuzzy.
And once Law pulls his fingers out and brings Luffy up on shaky legs, wrapping him into a tight, comforting embrace—Luffy is breathing so heavily, can faintly feel cum slowly soaking into his socks, and he’s still so wrapped up in the idea of fucking Law that he realizes he has absolutely no idea how any of this happened.
His head is all foggy, all dazed, and he only has half a mind to consider—
Wait.
Shit.
Was this Law’s plan all along?