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Monkey D. Luffy is a man of many bad habits.

Not that he notices them or cares about affecting others with them, of course, but other people do. Those that fall victim to said bad habits, to be more specific.

One of these victims —one of the main ones he dares say, without a doubt— being one formerly clueless, naive even, Trafalgar D. Water Law. A fellow pirate captain and now venturing into long-term ally who hadn’t fully considered Luffy’s character and possible tendencies when he first asked him to join forces.

He’d known Luffy was something else, different, even before the idea of proposing an alliance to him had ever crossed his mind. Whether it was because of the intriguing D. displayed proudly on his name, from the incessant articles about his crazy rebellious doings that plagued the newspapers every now and then, or just out of pure gut-feeling, Law didn’t really know.

So of course he’d expected Luffy to be a handful.

He hadn’t been prepared for just to what extent Luffy would cause him problems simply because of his way of being.

They’ve been allies for around a year now, Law’s alliance “break up speech” he’d given Luffy so long ago now, before they parted ways after liberating the land of Wano from Kaido’s wrath, had been completely dismissed by both crews the first time they’d stumbled across each other a few treacherous weeks after leaving the secluded country.

Since then, every time their paths cross the crews have continued mingling like the best of friends, their captains’ previous agreement be damned.

Despite how truly… not unpleasant being allied, or even being simply acquainted with the Strawhats is, Law has a bit of a personal beef with this alliance.

He believes that this year alone has probably aged him about ten years worth, his fellow captain being the very root of that said stressful aging —his crew of imps have taken part in it as well, though they’re slightly less chaotic and impulsive than their insane Straw-hatted captain—.

His constant distress isn’t only due to the fact that Luffy’s a magnet for dangerous and unpredictable situations, but also because in this whole year, Law specifically has had the disgrace of being subdued to at least most of the younger captain’s bad habits.

At this point he can even name them all from the top of his head, always on the tip of his tongue, ready to be growled and complained about whenever Luffy is pestering him with said behaviors.

Like how he makes up stupid nicknames for people because the brat can’t be bothered to even try to memorize their real names. He knows sometimes he does it just to be an annoying little shit. ‘’For the thousandth time, It’s Trafalgar, Strawhat-ya!’’ He reminds himself to tell him off once every full moon after being referred to by that butchered version of his last name. Luffy has gotten away with calling him like that more times than he should’ve been allowed to. The stupid nickname he’s given him is chirped out of that dumbass’ mouth so frequently Law knows he’s just putting up a show on seeming annoyed, but he’ll be dead before he admits he’s gotten used to it.

He eats like his stomach is a black hole, often stealing from others’ plates even when there’s plenty of unclaimed food enough to feed a whole army around. “Keep your hands on your own damn meat Strawhat-ya, leave my plate alone!’’ Everyone’s noticed Luffy doesn’t tend to steal food off his plate as much as he does from the others, but Law still has to growl that phrase at least twice a day whenever the Strawhats-Hearts alliance share meals aboard the Thousand Sunny Go. His only response is always that cheerful monkey laugh he’s gotten so familiar with, and Law’s forehead wrinkles get deeper and deeper from how that menace makes him frown on the daily.

He doesn’t listen to others or their plans, driven by his stupid animalistic instincts alone, doesn’t even consider anyone’s safety. Always jumps impulsively into action. ‘’Is the plan clear?’’ Law always grumbles as he simultaneously glares daggers into the other captain’s face whenever their crews are done scheming. He pulls at one of his rubber cheeks, exasperated and preemptively annoyed before the plan has even started. He pulls even harder when Strawhat affirms he understood the plan because Law knows he’s still not going to follow through with it.

He always hangs around, even when you’ve told him to go away a million times, like he’s a lost duckling or something. ‘’I’m busy right now, Strawhat-ya. Go find someone else to bother’’ Has become a frequently used sentence in Law’s vocabulary. He won’t ever admit it, but he tends to indulge the other man quite a lot, letting him just be by his side, so Luffy naturally hangs around him plenty. That doesn’t erase the fact that there's still times where Law actually has to push him away because he is properly busy and Luffy is innately distracting and hard to push away.

He clings to people he considers his friends, living up to his last name, a monkey indeed. Law could keep on enumerating the bad habits Luffy has that cause him distress for the rest of the month, but a full stop is needed for this one. See, the surgeon considers this last one to be one of Luffy’s worst habits.

Especially because it seems to be a huge problem for Luffy to control when it’s Law he’s clinging to.

And that doesn’t help Law’s sanity or level-headedness in the slightest. Quite the opposite actually. This habit of his causes Law the most distress.

Because despite thinking it’s one of the worst habits —if not the worst— his ally has, Law would be a damn liar if he were to say the reason he deems to hates it so much isn’t because of how much he… doesn’t hate it.

He hasn’t fully digested what not despising Luffy always being all over him implies yet, despite how long it’s been happening for; stubborn and emotionally stunted as one can be. Thinking too much about it immediately makes him terribly uneasy, so he doesn’t.

An annoyance he doesn’t really feel is used as his shield.

It’s just such an odd thing for him to be aware of. Especially because for starters, he’s never been one for physical touch. He’s been known for being naturally physically distant to people, in a manner that matches that signature stoic-loner personality of his. And it’s always been that way, he recalls.

As a child, his sweet hardworking parents tended to be busy and not at home much, but they’d still tried to be affectionate enough when they could. His sister Lammy on the other hand had been the textbook definition of clingy; she was overly loving in that way younger siblings tend to be. He hadn’t been that unfamiliar to touch all those years ago, but even back then, it was always other people clinging onto him, showing their love through their touch, and never the other way around.

His time with the DonQuixote family is completely out of consideration, violence disguised as training or playful being their main form of physical contact with him except for the times he used to fall into impromptu exhaustion-born group naps with Baby 5 and Buffalo.

After they ran away from the family Cora-san had eased him a bit into enjoying physical touch; in the quiet moments when they made camp or when he thought Law was asleep he’d been tender with him in a way most hadn’t been, caring and soft in a way he will always remember and carry close to his heart. He mourns how short the time they had together had been, maybe Cora-san’s kindness would’ve made him more adept at dealing with this trivial predicament he’s struggling with right now.

Old man Wolf was too prideful and loved in a too similar manner to Law for them to have exchanged much physical touch. He loved them —him, Bepo, Shachi and Penguin— deeply and sincerely and they all knew it, yet he did it distantly, through silent yet meaningful actions, besides the occasional side hug or a proud-dad-like head pat.

Shachi and Penguin have always been stereotypically boyish and put him on too high of a pedestal by devoting themselves to him for saving them all those years ago, so they’ve always been rather physically distant to him despite being so close from having grown up together.

So for the longest time, the only physical touch Law could handle without it feeling weird, allowed without any protest, and considered the most pleasant out of them all, was Bepo’s. He’d always been the exception, the one that’s always given it to him freely and without fear; Law’s always had a bit of a soft spot for his first mate and best friend, and he doesn’t even try to deny it anymore, he unapologetically indulges him.

And that had been his truth for years. For thirteen years exactly. Bepo being the only one daring and lucky enough to sneak into his personal bubble, the only one allowed.

At least until one Monkey D. Luffy came around.

After their alliance developed Law found himself abruptly reconsidering what he’d believed about himself for so long now, that he wasn’t one for physical touch.

Because now it wasn’t only Bepo’s affection specifically which he deeply enjoyed, but also the idiot rubber captain’s.

And to make it worse, the younger man just happened to be even more intense than Bepo when it came to clinging to him.

Observant as he is, Law has noticed how Luffy always seems to want to be touching him in some way or another whenever they’re together.

Whether it is by a hand holding onto Law’s forearm when they stand side to side, or by an arm thrown over Law’s shoulder when they’re sitting together, or by his feet wrapping around Law’s legs more times than normal or necessary under the kitchen table in some weird unconscious way of playing footsie, or by jumping him to hug-choke him with his legs wrapped around Law’s neck whenever their crews happen to run into each other, or by hanging onto Law’s back like a goddamn koala bear hugging a tree, or by the main cause of his predicaments —and the current situation he finds himself in right now—, by using him as his personal bed or body pillow whenever Law’s taking a rest on the deck of the Thousand Sunny, the list just goes on.

And Law doesn’t know how to deal with it.

All he can do is try to fool himself into believing he hates this habit of Luffy so damn much it hurts.

He’s well aware of the fact that what he really hates is how this change has shaken up his world so much, how he has to force his face to appear sour and annoyed every time something like this —Luffy taking a damn nap on top of him— happens in order to keep his dignity. He hates how the Strawhats are all annoying menaces that tease him endlessly whenever they notice how mellow and pliable Law has become when it comes to Luffy’s every doing and request.

He genuinely fucking hates it.

All because he’s a stubborn idiot that doesn’t dare take the time to fully process why he enjoys it, and even less, to acknowledge that unmistakable flutter in his chest that the other captain’s clinginess never fails to cause.

It’s just so ridiculous for him to even begin to consider and even less accept.

Trafalgar D. Water Law, smitten by idiot-incarnate, “Emperor of the sea” and “The Warrior of Liberation” or whatever other important title he has been given be fucking damned, Monkey D. Luffy. The guy who isn’t only the very cause of Law’s premature white hairs, but also the most oblivious airhead and possibly most uninterested person about the matters of the heart in the whole damn sea.

He almost lets out a painful groan, distressed as he simply thinks about it.

Him having fallen for stupid, romantic-love-indifferent Luffy.

Before he can start lamenting these terrible thoughts even harder, he’s stopped mid groan by the feeling of the shameless captain napping on top of him suddenly tightening his arms around his middle, a warm face nuzzles into the crook of his neck dangerously.

The sudden action causes Law’s body to stiffen completely.

“Ngghhh… To… rao…” Luffy mumbles in his sleep, and in the blink of an eye he’s suddenly buried so deeply in the crook of his neck, Law can even feel his sleep-warm breath and chapped lips brushing against the sensitive skin there. The unexpected proximity causes an involuntary jolt in Law’s whole body, pausing his every previous thought as warmth starts filling him up all over, deeper than just physically.

He’s about to throw Luffy away and leave him napping by himself on the hardwood floor, because What the fuck is going on? And why would Law ever care about this idiot having a good nap or being comfortable!?, flustered to no end from the closeness, but then Luffy holds onto him even tighter.

He hugs Law so tightly it steals the breath out of him.

The sudden rough hold helps Law stop cursing Luffy in his mind for making him flustered, and he tunes back into reality. Just then he registers how oddly warmer than normal Luffy’s body feels.

This realization makes him perk up slightly, his doctor instincts kicking in quickly and pushing away his flustered thoughts, instead causing him to wonder if the younger captain is possibly getting ill or something like that.

Just as he's about to scan him, Luffy tosses around in his sleep once again, this time until his legs join his arms on being completely wrapped around Law, and he presses his hips to the older man’s thigh.

The evident hard sensation that the sudden proximity causes against his thigh sends all his worried doctor instincts out of the window and instead causes all kinds of panic alarms to go off inside Law’s head.

What the hell is happening!?

He knows it probably isn’t on purpose, with Luffy being asleep and all, as a doctor he’s aware that sometimes it’s just a mere physical reaction he really can’t control especially while being asleep.

But even despite that, the fact that they’re right there on Sunny's deck, where each and every crewmate of his or Luffy’s could wander around and completely misunderstand the situation makes it feel like they’re doing something extremely depraved.

He impulsively does what could be the worst or the best decision he’s ever made.

Instead of pushing Luffy away and angrily snapping at him for using him as a bed and then pressing his morning wood against him where all of their friends could be witnesses to it, he panickedly shambles them to the captain quarters in the Polar Tang II. The sudden quietness of the room and the comfort of his bed eases his nerves a bit, at least now he no longer feels like they’re about to accidentally put on a dirty show in front of their friends.

He lets out a deep sigh he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, feeling his heartbeat all the way up to his ears, his throat dry, as Luffy —still asleep— keeps squirming against him, his legs tightening around Law’s thigh, wanting to get closer.

Law’s about to push him away roughly, out of panic because he’s embarrassed by how… amused the feeling of Luffy hard, pressed up against him is starting to make him feel too.

However, he finds his resistance faltering from the sudden sound of Luffy’s sleepy whine once more, another needy rendition of “Torao” slipping past his lips that sends a heady rush of heat simmering directly into Law’s gut and clouds his common sense.

He just doesn’t know what to make out of this situation. It’s been established that Luffy’s annoyingly clingy, but this is a whole different level.

And he keeps whining Law’s name in his sleep…

Fuck… Does that mean he’s… dreaming about him?

The thought alone makes his breath catch in his throat, a shiver and raw heat rushing down to his very core.

Oh no…

Starting to feel his own pants growing impossibly tighter, he tries to hold for dear life onto his carefully trained self control and snap out of it. He needs to do something to stop this, his mind all too frazzled to think about simply “shambling” himself off the other man’s hold.

Taking a much needed deep breath to ground himself, he starts shaking Luffy’s body, pushing him away slightly and trying to unwrap his noodly limbs from where they’re tangled all around his bigger body.

“Strawhat-ya” He heaves out, still shaking him, his voice low, the younger man remains undeterred.

Law swallows roughly from the lack of a response and steady hold around him, taking another deep breath and attempting to recite complicated medical terms on his mind to help his brain ground itself, focus.

“Oi. Wake up, Strawhat-ya” he tries again, pushing Luffy further through a hand on his scarred chest. His companion’s ridiculous rubber self only makes the idiot’s arms stretch, the knots his limbs have formed where they’re wrapped around Law remain tight and binding.

Law tries his hardest to ignore the grumpy sounding whine Luffy lets out as his body’s no longer pressed fully to his side, he definitely doesn’t notice the way his hips squirm forward, clearly missing and searching for the warmth and friction of being pressed against Law’s thigh.

He clears his throat before giving it one more try, “Wake up, Luffy-ya!” he half-yells, frown ever present, his hand pushing away the other captain even further.

Surprisingly, Luffy does wake up this time, Law letting out a deep sigh of relief as he sees those wide doe eyes begin to flutter open, a sleepy haze behind them, unfocused as they look at Law.

The older man sits them up, Luffy’s limbs still tangled around him as he comes back into consciousness. His whole body seems completely boneless from the sleep as he lays on Law’s lap.

“Oh. Morning Torao…” Is the first thing he says, blinking repeatedly in an attempt to brush the sleepiness off his face. Only then do his limbs finally untangle from Law in order to stretch them. He doesn’t pull away completely though, still comfortably sitting on Law’s lap.

Law’s gaze definitely doesn’t momentarily fly to the enticing dip of Luffy’s exposed hipbones when he stretches his arms above his head, the yellow sash he usually wears around his hips has come loose somehow. He’s also not thinking about how minimal Luffy’s outfit suddenly looks and how hyper-aware he feels about it when he’s so up close like this and they’re both conscious; open red cardigan, loose yellow sash and low waisted shorts hanging from his hips doing wonders for displaying that enticing statuesque physique of his.

Law lets out a deep, shaky sigh. “Yeah, evening actually... Sorry for waking you up like that. You were just…” the surgeon starts, flustered. He pauses for a second to think about how he should say… that.

Hard against me? Clearly having some type of dirty dream —highly possibly— about me? About to hump my thigh out in the open? God this is all so fucking embarrassing. He needs to get it together so he can ease his half boner and prevent Luffy from noticing it as well.

Instead of trying to say it outright, he makes a vague gesture towards Luffy’s lower body, heat rising to his cheeks, hoping the younger man understands what he’s saying without having to say it out loud.

Thankfully, Luffy gazes down into his own crotch and notices.

“Oh” he says, and Law doesn’t miss the way heat seems to rush to the other captain’s cheeks. He lets out a not-so-subtle half sigh half cough, and he’s about to tell Luffy he’s free to use his en-suite bathroom or that he can shambles him back to the Thousand Sunny’s bathroom if he’d like to go take care of it, but Luffy interrupts him before he can.

“Yeah… That’s been happening a lot lately! It’s so weird, Torao. You keep showing up in my dreams and doing stuff to me!” He says, sleep completely off his system. His lips have morphed into an unbearably cute pout, his brows furrowed, and he even sounds almost accusing, like Law himself has been personally and willingly invading his dreams.

Law can’t even try to disguise the surprise that invades his face from Luffy’s statement.

Huh…!?

A heavy silence fills the room. Law finds himself completely petrified, trying and failing to process Luffy’s unknowingly monumental confession. The younger man only stares at him and tilts his head in confusion, his cheeks still slightly flushed as he waits for Law to say something. Minutes that feel like hours go by, until Luffy breaks the silence abruptly yet again.

“What is it, Torao? Have you been having those weird dreams too? You’re all red and hard down there too!” he points out, as unashamedly and untactful as ever, his eyes wide and curious as they switch from looking up at Law’s face to his crotch.

The surgeon tightens his legs instinctively, grabbing a pillow from his bed to rest on his crotch and feeling all the blood in his system rise to his face.

“Oh my god. Shut up, you dumbass!” he groans, still incredulous from the whole interaction and Luffy’s casualness regarding the very serious matter.

“Eh!? I just asked a question!” Luffy argues back.

“You! Don’t just ask someone that!” Law replies, “And what do you think you’re doing!? Get your grabby hands off my pillow, Strawhat-ya!” this he yells, slapping Luffy’s sneaky, curious hands that seem to be reaching for the pillow covering his crotch.

“But I wanna see Torao!”

“What the hell do you mean!?”

“Don’t be stingy! Just lemme see if it looks the same as in my dreams!”

Law can’t hold back the embarrassed and slightly annoyed shriek that bursts out of his throat, his head snapping up to look into Luffy’s void-like eyes questioningly. He doesn’t know when it happened but Luffy has somehow crawled even closer to him, now straddling his thighs, the pillow Law holds against his crotch being the one barrier between them.

They’re definitely way too close now for Law to be able to think straight.

He swallows deeply, taking a breath as he tries to form a coherent sentence.

“Luffy-ya” he starts, the way Luffy’s eyes widen at the sound of his given name and not the usual pseudonym Law refers to him as doesn't go unnoticed. The immediate reaction causes Law’s insides to flutter.

That’s so cute.

“What… Kind of dreams are you talking about?” he questions.

Law is the furthest thing from stupid. Judging by Luffy’s words he obviously knows what sort of dreams he’s referring to, but he just can’t wrap his head around it… He needs Luffy to say it himself, that he’s been having sex dreams about him.

The question is sort of a cry for guidance, depending on the answer maybe he’ll know what course of action he’ll take regarding this whole situation.

Luffy seems to think for a second, unashamedly eyeing Law all over as he remains sitting on his thighs.

“Chopper called them wet dreams, I think? He says they’re normal to have and all, but isn’t it weird that Torao’s always in them!? He and Robin got all giggly when I asked why you kept showing up in them but they didn’t tell me why” the idiot rubber captain explains, then casually leans back on his hands, unknowingly making Law short-circuit even further. He’s still eyeing Law like an unnerving hawk.

God, Law’s so glad he hadn’t let Luffy snatch off the pillow safely covering his crotch. The inviting position Luffy currently holds is not helping with easing down his growing boner in the slightest.

That said, Law still doesn’t know how to respond…

A simple, breathless “I see” is what he settles for.

It’s not like it’s the first time someone has confessed to him about fantasizing about him, even if unwillingly like through their dreams. But the fact that this is Luffy telling him just makes it so… wild, his whole body feels like it’s on high alert, but in the most pleasant way possible.

“So?”

“So what?”

“Are you going to let me see if it looks… and feels the same as in my dreams?” The younger man asks again, and in the blink of an eye his hands have slowly creeped back up to the pillow religiously settled on Law’s groin.

Law swallows pathetically, once again all too aware of their closeness, stuck to the spot under Luffy’s intense gaze and warm weight.

“Do you even know what you’re asking for, Luffy-ya?” He tries to put on a brave front, teasing the lights out of the other man by calling out his dumbness and obliviousness is something he’s unconsciously become a pro at.

Luffy pouts and frowns again, “Well yeah, I'm asking you to touch me like you do in my dreams, duh!”

“Well yeah,” Law mocks, “but what we’re doing in those wet dreams of yours is probably sex, Luffy-ya. Are you asking me to have sex with you?” he growls at the other captain’s stupid unshaken confidence and ignorance —he can’t settle for which one he curses the most—. Luffy being so blunt and demanding about it despite not fully grasping the heaviness of what he’s asking for is such a cruel experience. Law is now one hundred percent starting to lose his mind a little.

He knows a lesser man would’ve immediately told Luffy he could make his —literal— dreams come true from the moment the rubber man mentioned them, but Law is clearly not like that. He might be a pirate that’s against most of the world’s stupid morals and laws for the sake of freedom, but this is a whole different thing. He needs them to be on the same page, so he can set himself free of the denial and evasiveness of his true feelings, and finally cave in.

If Luffy had been flushed earlier, it’s nothing compared to how red he is now. He looks like he’s been out in the sun for way too long, or like he’s caught a fever. Law feels like he can almost hear Luffy’s hammering heartbeat from the abrupt silence that fills the room, his innate confidence not on sight for once.

“Still wanna know what it’s really like?” he dares ask again, as Luffy seems to still be processing his previous statement.

He doesn’t miss the way Luffy’s breath seems to stutter. Nor the fact that he removes the pillow Law had on his crotch —Law no longer putting up a fight and simply letting him do it— in order to settle higher on his lap, even closer to him.

“Yeah” he finally replies, voice just above a whisper. He has such a sudden hunger in his eyes, it makes Law’s heart jackrabbit in his chest, his throat dry, his palms sweaty.

Having gotten the green light, Law feels like he’s finally about to snap.

“Wanna tell me what we get up to in these dreams of yours?” he asks, voice sultry. His hands are emboldened by Luffy’s quiet agreement, making a home around the small curve of his companion’s waist, his thumbs tracing invisible patterns on tanned skin.

Luffy only nods before smiling mischievously, the moment of shyness long gone. He doesn’t waste another second before he dives in to catch Law’s lips in a rough press of lips, more than a kiss.

The older man doesn’t stop him though, bringing him even closer through the arms around his waist, letting Luffy mash their lips together clumsily for however long he wants.

He pulls away mere seconds later, and Luffy’s flushed red to the tip of his ears and smiling all wobbly from having gotten a kiss already.

Law’s about to tell him I’ll show you, but before he can, he’s being pushed the rest of the way down to the bed, strong hands caging Law’s head to the pillow as he leans down to give him another, much gentler, proper kiss.

The older man melts on the spot from the soft feeling of warm lips; deciding that if he’d told Luffy to show him what went down in his dreams, he might as well let him handle it and establish the rhythm. There’s no reason for him to interrupt with words, he can just move and guide Luffy so his movements aren’t so clumsy.

“Move your lips slowly. Open your mouth a little. Feel my tongue” He eventually ends up whispering, tilting the younger man’s head into a better angle, inked hands buried in choppy black hair. The way his words sound all smushed and breathy from the raw insistence of Luffy’s lips on his makes his gut twist.

Luffy lets out a breathy moan when they finally establish a pleasant rhythm of twisting tongues and sucking lips. It’s mind-blowing, finally allowing himself to want the younger man without thinking about how it’s something he shouldn’t do. The feeling of Luffy’s mouth devouring him with such growing wanton intensity eases each and every doubt that could ever dare cross his mind.

“You always bite me all over when I dream of you. Like you wanna eat me” Luffy suddenly purrs, sounding delicious and feverishly while he remains pressed against Law’s lips. The latter takes a few seconds to process it because he’d been so into just kissing, in these few minutes he’d completely forgotten he’d asked Luffy to tell him about his dreams.

He doesn’t waste any time in assessing Luffy’s clear request. Easily rising back into a sitting position for better mobility, he goes for Luffy’s ear first, biting down and stretching his lobe slightly, then he kisses his jaw, slides down the side of his neck, bites into the little area that connects his neck to his shoulder. Luffy quickly turns into a complete mess above him, pulling roughly at his hair, trying to bring his kisses and tiny bites impossibly closer, to the point Law almost feels like he’s suffocating —not that he’s complaining—. The younger man squeezes him and squirms and whines at every touch and Law feels completely gone and high off this alone.

“Clothes. Torao… Take ‘em off… We’re never wearing any in my dreams” he whines desperately, and Law has half a mind to let go of where he’d been perched to Luffy’s collarbones, sucking and biting down like a starved beast.

He decides to play more into the idea of “making Luffy’s wet dreams true”, and so instead of pushing each other apart in order to undress normally he simply opens one of his rooms and shambles off their clothes to the ground. In the blink of an eye they are both naked, warm skin pressed flush against warm skin.

Luffy holds onto him tightly, a little gasp leaving his lips at the sudden feeling of skin on skin. That very moment makes Law’s breath catch in his throat.

It’s just… so oddly intimate, to be feeling each other so thoroughly and tenderly like this. Intimate in a way he’s once again, not used to at all.

Just as he’s never been one for physical touch in general, he’s clearly not one of those pirates that go messing around with dozens of people on every island they reach. He’s had sex barely a handful of times in the past, but it’s never been like this.

He’s never felt quite so… pleasantly wanted just from a few touches, nor this slightly… vulnerable.

The feeling of Luffy’s warm hands needily trying to map out and meet every slope and crevice of his body snaps him out of it.

Those strong hands caress down his throat, his collarbones, trace the dark patterns of Law’s tattoos with adoration, graze the hard buds of his nipples slightly, snake down the middle of his abs down to his navel until he playfully caresses the tuft of dark hair that leads to his raging boner.

“Damn, Torao… I think it’s even bigger than in my dreams” the younger man says, and he sounds as out of breath as Law feels from being touched so tenderly and intimately alone.

Luffy doesn’t ask before he cups him with both of his hands, bold as ever. Law finds himself feeling too blissed out from the burning sensation of Luffy’s hands finally on his needy cock to feel embarrassed about the broken groan he lets out.

The younger man starts experimentally moving his hands. One lays at the base of the thick shaft, while the other thumbs at the wet cockhead, almost playfully. With how close they are together, Law can literally hear and feel the warmth of each and every of Luffy’s labored breaths; He can also easily tell how clearly affected he is just from playing with Law’s heavy cock.

Wordlessly, he rests his forehead right against Luffy’s, stealing a messy and too-wet kiss before they both look down to their crotches, foreheads still pressed together as they stare.

They stay like that for a while, Luffy just having his way with feeling Law’s cock up, experimenting with the movements of his hands, getting him closer and closer to the edge with a painfully slow up and down rhythm. Until eventually, Law starts growing a bit desperate, so he gets his own hands in motion, taking Luffy’s cock in his hand and matching the other’s cruel rhythm.

The way Luffy arches his back and moans loudly from finally receiving attention too causes the doctor’s cock to weep, thick drops of precum steadily staining Luffy’s fingers. The sudden pleasure has caused Luffy’s hands to stop, he remains looking unapologetically blissed out from that mere touch.

With Luffy already looking on cloud nine, Law gives in to desire and brings their bodies closer through one of his hands gripping that rubber ass roughly. He pulls him until Luffy’s close enough for both of their cocks to bump against each other.

Not missing a second longer, he holds both hot, sticky members together.

Immediately, Luffy is further rendered useless, just from the delicious feeling of Law grasping his cock. He only gets even worse when he starts properly jerking them both together.

The rubber captain actively dissolves on his lap, head dropping until it rests on the crook of Law’s neck, his freaky rubber arms stretch and tangle around the doctor’s bigger body, desperate for something to grab onto that can ground him from the mind-numbing pleasure. He cries out loudly, trembling slightly in Law’s arms the longer the aforementioned keeps grinding their cocks together desperately.

Law doesn’t even register how he himself is letting out matching deep groans, all too focused on how severely addicting seeing —or rather feeling— Luffy submitting to pleasure like this is.

“Torao… Hngh… Torao…” The ever so loud and chatty smaller man chants, almost like a prayer, like the butchered version of Law’s last name and needy little moans seem to be the only words currently available in his vocabulary. The wet squelch of growing precum from both of their raging members joins their melody, and Law can only think about how no other sounds that aren’t these should ever be allowed to exist in his room again —except maybe Luffy’s occasional sleep-talking and their quiet snoring, maybe after they’re done with all this—.

He doesn’t know how long they spend there. All Law's aware of is that his wrist has started to grow tired from all the erratic movements, but it feels so damned good and Luffy sounds so sexy and broken, that the mere thought of stopping doesn’t even dare cross his mind.

Without a single warning, Luffy’s back goes rod straight and in no time, he’s spurting thick lines of burning white into Law’s hand, cock, and their abdomens. He cries out loudly and shakes and he’s so red and sweaty, and he’s giving Law the one and only first row seat of the gorgeous picture he makes. How could Law ever resist? The display in front of him alone is enough to tip him over the edge just mere seconds after, his own thick ropes of cum joining Luffy’s previous work of staining their bodies.

Luffy keeps trembling on top of him and breathing roughly as Law bursts, his eyes heavy with desire and dead set on the doctor’s cock every twitch and spurt, wanton and greedy despite having just orgasmed.

They both sigh contentedly when a few moments later, after he’s squeezed them until the last drop, Law finally lets go of their spent cocks. He lets out an embarrassing and unintelligible sound when Luffy wordlessly reaches down to collect droplets of cum from the sensitive head of Law’s cock with his fingers.

“Luffy-ya!” he manages to say, voice strained, as he stares at the rubber man licking his fingers squeaky clean from the thick warm fluid while maintaining unblinking eye contact with golden orbs.

The rubber man hums thoughtfully before replying, and from the mischievous and heated smile he sends him, Law knows he’s about to say something that’ll make him react.

“I’ve always wondered what Torao tasted like! Hmmm… It’s kinda bitter, but I like it ‘cus it’s Torao’s!~” he says, and suddenly his arms are back around tattooed shoulders.

Law groans, both aroused and annoyed, but it’s quickly forgotten as Luffy’s lips lock in his without any warning.

Law still feels warm all over, and not just from the unfiltered lust they’re sharing, but also from the way his body tells him that for being with Luffy, what they’re doing isn’t just sex. He tightens his arms around the smaller man as he thinks about it, too caught up in his feelings and in how nice just kissing and touching Luffy feels, he’s even ignoring the slightly unpleasant wetness from their release that sticks them together.

“Torao…” Luffy suddenly starts, his hips squirming a little into Law’s abdomen as a way of seeking friction to his already growing cock.

“Are you gonna put it in? I want you to do it, Torao” he finishes. And dear god, Law really thinks this guy might be the death of him one day. He shouldn’t be allowed to say stuff like that so casually, like he doesn’t even register just how erotic he’s being, or how terribly horny and needy he sounds.

Law scrambles to reach his bedside table, pulling out a half empty bottle of lube.

“Luffy-ya. I take it you’ve… never done this before, right?” He has to ask, despite how turned on he is, and how Luffy seems to know at least enough about sex to the point where if he’s suggesting Law puts it in.

He observes attentively at how Luffy bites his lips and averts his eyes. He doesn’t reply with words, but with a shake of his head.

“What do you mean?” Law inquiries again, curious and a bit jealous about Luffy apparently having done this before.

“I’ve done it myself. When I started having those dreams… I… asked Sanji about it. Because he knows lotsa dirty things… He taught me how to take care of it myself when I woke up all hard and just rubbing it wasn’t enough…” the younger captain explains, looking uncharacteristically shy once again from having to reveal such a thing.

Law feels yet another wave of arousal run through his system at the thought of Luffy fingering himself because just jerking off hadn’t been enough after he’d dreamed of Law fucking him.

He audibly gulps, that’s so hot.

“So? Can we keep going? You ask way too many questions Torao! I’m getting desperate over here!” he whines, and before Law can answer, the bottle of lube is being snatched from his hand and he’s being forced down to lay on his back again.

Law is just too turned on by Luffy being so turned on he’s taking matters into his own hands, so he just lets him take charge.

The mere idea of Luffy about to finger himself in order to get ready for Law’s cock makes him shiver violently, cock back at full mast from the thought alone. The feeling of Luffy’s smaller hand grabbing onto one of his forces his gaze back down, his eyes growing into saucers as Luffy uncaps the lube bottle and spurts a generous amount right into Law’s fingers.

Holy shit…

Law doesn’t know if he’s ever been this hard on his life, his gut tightens dangerously as Luffy spreads his legs unashamedly where he sits bare ass on Law’s thighs, teasingly close to his cock. The older man audibly pants like a hungry animal as he stares at that little hole fluttering for him, Luffy guiding his hands towards it slowly.

His brain connects back to his body as Luffy grazes one of Law’s inked fingers in his needy hole, a soft coo coming out of his lips as he starts massaging that tight entrance and a cute little moan slips out of the rubber man’s pouty mouth.

“I was gonna do it myself…” he whines, sounding as bratty as one can be. Law arches a brow as a challenge, an unspoken “You want me to stop then?” he doesn’t need to voice out as Luffy searches for his finger with a thrust of his hips. He captures it successfully, the tip of Law’s finger catching in the squishy rim of muscles, making them both groan.

It’s surprisingly quiet after that, Law finding out that if there’s one way to quiet down Luffy it is with sex. Soft, breathy moans leave his lips as Law fingers him slowly, carefully. There’s a furrow on his brow that deepens the longer Law goes on, the more fingers he adds, the further he stretches him open and gets him ready for his cock.

He finds out what it means when Law presses down with his three fingers at an angle that makes Luffy’s face completely contort with pleasure, his back arching and his hips searching for Law to press his fingers right there again as he moans, no longer as quiet as he’d been. “There! Oh my g-… Torao!” he cries out, and his hips are sinking down into the digits all too hard, Law can feel them almost cramping, yet he doesn’t pay the pain any mind, hypnotized by the sight of Luffy riding his fingers like he’ll die if he doesn’t.

It’s too much and not enough all at once, Law feels himself breaking. He needs him just like this, right now.

Unapologetically taking out his fingers, he ignores Luffy’s whiny protests as he grabs the bottle of lube again and wordlessly spills a line of the transparent fluid in his cock. It’s still a bit sensitive from his previous orgasm, but he’s already so hard and needy to pound right into Luffy, he ignores it with a hiss.

He pumps himself into his fist a few times, groaning in pleasure before he starts guiding Luffy’s hips towards him, his hand firmly urging a rubber ass cheek nigher. Law is all too focused on watching their cores come together, he’s caught off guard by the way the younger man slaps his hand off his cock and takes it upon himself to rub his pliable hole against the wet cockhead, his hands reaching down to cup Law’s face so they can lock eyes.

“I’ve got it” Luffy’s eyes say. He reaches down to place a loud and wet chaste kiss on Law’s lips, all too gentle for the palpable tension of the moment, it causes warmth to swirl pleasantly in the surgeon’s gut.

Luffy straightens back up and looks further down then, one of his hands setting on Law’s chest as the other reaches down for the older’s cock to hold it steady as he starts sinking down into it.

The moment those warm rubber walls start hugging his cock might just be the best thing Law’s ever felt before, his eyes fight to not roll back to the back of his head as he watches Luffy falling apart on him, encasing him perfectly. It’s almost like the burning cave of nerves was made just for him, with the way it morphs perfectly around his cock. The fit is tight and delicious, Luffy moaning brokenly as he keeps sinking down into it, his blunt nails scratching Law’s down chest.

Heavy breathing and adorably sexy whines fill the room as Luffy finally takes a seat on the hard member. Law can feel the way those strong legs twitch under his hands as he caresses them in reassurance while Luffy gets used to the feeling of being so thoroughly full. He has half a mind to think that maybe letting Luffy ride him for the first time hadn’t been the brightest idea because of how overwhelmed his body must feel from how deep within him he can get in this position.

But Luffy, like he also has a habit of proving him wrong, only moans loudly in clear pleasure and starts rolling his hips, clearly in search of scratching that itch inside him that begs him for more.

“So good, Torao” he moans, eyes shut tightly as he keeps rolling his hips insistently. Law only groans in response, hands reaching for Luffy’s ass and spreading him harshly. His hips join in Luffy’s motion, pushing upwards every time that delicious hole flutters tightly around him. The mutual movement makes Luffy get louder, the rolling of his hips faltering as his whole body trembles above and around Law.

“I can— Ugh. So… deep” he whines out, his hands taking a hold of tattooed pectorals almost as if they were stress balls, the ache from the roughness of that hold making Law groan louder.

They’re a mess of clumsy, selfish movements as they search for their own release, Law eventually stilling Luffy’s hips and pulling him halfway off his cock so he can start pistoning up into him properly. Luffy collapses above him then, landing on his tattooed chest and leaving feverish kisses all over him, moaning wildly and sounding absolutely destroyed as Law fucks into him over and over again.

The sudden, almost bordering on a scream, moan that Luffy lets out after a particular thrust lets Law know he’s found his sweetest spot. Just as he decides he’s going to abuse that exact angle, Luffy beats him to it and pins Law down harder to the bed, rising shakily to a sitting position again and leaning back on his hands settled on Law’s thighs and starts riding him.

Law feels like a feral animal and like Luffy’s prey all at once, as he watches the younger man take exactly what he wants from him, using him for his pleasure and his pleasure alone.

Luffy bounces desperately on his cock, no proper rhythm established and moving out of dirty instinct alone. He looks gorgeous, completely blissed out and out of it as he throws his head back and moans soundly, his walls tightening around the hard cock that’s making him see fucking stars as the warmth in in his core starts sizzling.

He’s so close.

Mouth watering at the sight and from the feeling, to finish sending him off that edge he’s desperately looking for, Law once again starts thrusting up, matching the rhythm of his thrusts to the clumsy pace the rubber man has established. He observes with uncontainable lust and a guttural moan how, from the sinful angle Luffy’s positioned in, every time their skins slap against each other in perfect coordination, the rubber skin of his tummy stretches out in the form of a small bump; Law’s cock buried so deep inside him he can literally see it.

At the sight of such a raunchy thing, possible from Luffy’s ridiculous body traits, Law ends up being the one who explodes first. His hands roughly grip Luffy’s hips, then ass, then thighs and anywhere he can manage to grip with his body feeling so spent and such a pleasure-blurred mind. He shakes and moans pathetically as he spills endless stripes of warm cum inside the other captain, who doesn’t stop bouncing on it despite Law actively emptying his seed within him.

He’s so sensitive and still so turned on, as he rides down his orgasm he can’t do anything but let Luffy use him, looking for his own release. Law is entranced by the sight, knowing he’d be growing hard rock once again if he had Luffy’s crazy monster stamina, just from the mere sight of the aforementioned taking his cock in with such greed.

A few thrusts later, Luffy is breaking down for a second time tonight, collapsing into Law’s chest as his orgasm hits him abruptly and violently, a full body shiver running through him as he comes from his prostate alone, his cock completely untouched. He cries out what sounds like “Torao” as he trembles and trembles, Law hissing slightly from how tightly Luffy’s hole is gripping him as it spams and squirms in pleasure. He takes the chance to pull out then, holding the younger man close to his chest as he sobs slightly and keeps trembling.

The room is finally silent once again, besides the insistent sound of Luffy heaving, still trying to catch his breath. Law feels warm all over from such a good fuck and from getting to hold Luffy so intimately like this; he’s always so wild, strong and dependable, it’s a nice change of pace, Law getting to be there for him and let him let loose, like when they nap together.

He traces invisible, tender patterns down perpetually warm skin, tracing little bumps of scars from previous fights and toned back muscles he’d love to get a detailed look at in a medical sense some other time. Luffy unburies his face from Law’s chest a few minutes later, his breath finally evened out despite his eyes remaining glassy, his hair soaked in sweat and his face completely flushed.

Law pushes aside a thick piece of hair stuck messily to Luffy’s forehead from the sweat, then leans down to place a sweet kiss on it.

“You’ve got such a big forehead like this”, he teases, voice rough, not knowing what else to say as he feels all airy and fluttery with anxiousness inside from the unknown situation they find themselves in.

They’d been blissfully guided by lust a few moments ago, but now that they’re here Law doesn’t know how they’re supposed to progress, if he should treat Luffy differently or confess his apparent feelings for him or what.

Luffy gasps immediately, the building sweet moment further breaking. “Meanie! Well you look… Definitely bad and not handsome at all from down here!” he says, sticking his tongue out childishly and seeming genuinely offended.

He receives a flick on his actually adorable big forehead, accompanied by an uncharacteristically open laugh from Law as a response.

For some reason, this tiny moment causes the surgeon to finally understand that when it comes to his feelings regarding Luffy he’s been such a damn fool for trying to make sense of the situation. If he keeps at it he’ll just end up losing his mind entirely one-sidedly, because Luffy is a selfish dumbass who doesn’t think much at all, who’s always in his own little world, following his own damn rules and ideals, a man of terrible habits through and through.

He gets his confirmation of it when Luffy nuzzles into his chest cheekily and giggles along with him.

“That was fun Torao, way better than in my dreams, shishishi! Does this mean we’re gonna be boyfriends now?” he asks sincerely, without a speck of shame or embarrassment in his words. He asks like it’s the simplest thing in the world, easily accepting that them doing that definitely had romantic intentions right away as a simple fact and completely opposite to how badly Law had been panicking the whole year they’ve been allies at the mere thought of liking Luffy.

For once, he indulges in Luffy’s selfish bad habits and reciprocates the clinginess, holding him tighter to his chest and stealing a few soft kisses from those red, pliant lips.

“Yeah” he whispers, feeling full of love and warm to the core as Luffy smiles as brightly as a thousand suns from his confirmation.

Boyfriends, huh. He... surprisingly likes the sound of it.

⟡₊ ⊹

Eventually, after sharing a few more kisses, touches, trivial conversations and cleaning up, the couple make it back to the Thousand Sunny.

The moon is now up and bright in the air, replacing the 5:00 P.M.-ish sun they had last seen before Law shambled them to the Polar Tang II.

It’s eerily quiet when they make it back, but Luffy breaks it quickly by yelling at Sanji for food and running away to the galley.

Law heaves out a deep sigh as he starts walking right after him. There’s the sound of muffled and intelligible conversations coming from behind the door.

He happens to walk in at the exact moment Luffy seems to answer someone’s question of where they’d been with a shameless “Oh! We were having sex on Torao's ship! We’re boyfriends now!”

The silence that fills the room is suffocating, all of the Strawhats and most of Law’s crew who are gathered there are rendered speechless for a second before they explode into a loud mess of questions and mocking “I told you”s, Law also registers a few congratulations here and there. Deciding he is not dealing with all these annoying idiots, and getting slightly mad at himself from how his cheeks warm up in embarrassment, he shambles himself back to his ship along with a plate of onigiris Sanji had on the kitchen bar probably for him.

Did he mention Luffy’s horrible habit of being a brash and unabashed dumbass who can’t read most situations and simply speaks his mind every damn time? That’s one of his worst habits too.

Law will have a long conversation about this one with him now that they’re together.