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Law has a fear that he doesn't take good enough selfies that compare to seeing his face in real life, so he tries to hide it by gaslighting himself that he actually does take good photos.
Beyond selfies of his own face, he's even more anxious that he doesn't know how to take good nudes for you. His first experience was a destructive internal conflict with himself that took 20 minutes of self-debate before he could send you a decent one that he liked enough. Even then, his first was a simple mirror photo in a hotel room with his iPhone covering his face, the camera tilted downward to point at his dick that slipped past his zipper. It was simple but effective; you sent him nudes of your own to make matters equal, except that yours were more provocative than his.
Your nudes are always so mature, so brave, and so hot. Law can't compete with them. He feels like he doesn't know half the things you know about intimacy and it kills him inside. He wants to know how to please you in ways you don't expect, but it's a difficult task when you already know too much.
Yet he has his bursts of bravery every now and then, and when it happens, he's tugging the hem of his pants and pulling them off his body to expose his dick to the camera. He pumps his fist around his shaft, quickening the pace only when the blood rushes to his tip.
It's not long before he snaps a photo, then another, then a video—something he thinks you'd definitely appreciate at a time like this. It's been weeks since your birthday but your plans have collided with work duties so you hadn't made the most of your time off. Law figures that this is something he can do to reward you for enduring all that stress.
Law❤️: Sent a video
You: oh my
You: trafalgar law, what is this?
Law❤️: You've seen it?
You roll your eyes at his text. Of course you've seen it—who is he kidding?
You: of course! 😫
You: but i wasn't expecting it at this hour, yk
Law❤️: Consider it a late birthday gift
You: you would send me nudes for my birthday?
Law❤️: ...yes.
Law❤️: Just so you know, this is fucking embarrassing for me. But you're an exception
You: i'm the luckiest person in the world
You: i'll compensate you for this, okay? 😚
Law❤️: You don't have to
But you do, and said compensation comes an hour later when you're home from work, a video as equally vulgar as what Law had sent.