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[It was a simpler life back home where they could run from island to island. Where they could act because they could retreat.]
Yes, I do.
[Helpless.
...
His hands run over Luffy like he's touching the most rare and precious of treasures. He is. Luffy's breath is warm against him, and Law makes a soft noise of appreciation as his piercings are tugged. Nuzzles his neck, and kisses up it slowly.
He knows you're frustrated. Law is too. But they will have their day. They just have to wait.]
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He's glad he doesn't have to say it, that Law understands what he means without having to make it any more immediate by lending it words. The metal warms against his tongue, and while the older captain's lips pass up over faint scar tissue around his throat, he exhales a sigh against the shell of Law's ear.
Allowing himself to melt to the affection and put distance between himself and his frustration. ]
Think we should... go find the source after?
[ This, after he's released his earring, when his hands have smoothed up over the hard edges of hip bones blunted by clothing, has started to shove them aggressively up inside the man's shirt, searching for skin. ]
After we find a place we can lay low, or something.
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Geneva-ya sounded scared from what you told me. She has good reason. If the power situation really is as fragile as I think it is, their efforts to find a solution could easily be destroyed.
We need to think about that. We don't want to hurt or worse where we want to help. The way things are going now, aren't good...
[Law melds his body against Luffy, shivering slightly as the younger pirate's fingers shove under his shirt. Breath quickening as his hips roll slowly.
Shoves his own hands under fabric. Desperate to touch Luffy, without the barrier of clothes.]
We need the bolthole now, regardless of what we do. ... and we need to think about our alliances going forward. That's what I think.
What about you, Strawhat-ya? What do you think? How does Geneva-ya strike you?
[They're equals in this alliance and if there's one thing Luffy knows better than anyone Law's ever met, is how to judge the heart of people.
His instincts are unparalleled and Law is relying on them to plan their next move. Neither of them can do this alone.]
CW: smut; lbr they're totally making out
Law's hips roll and the younger captain has a low note of appreciation he's rumbling in his throat, still smelling strongly of soap, of the shampoo either Law or Vivi left in the shower clinging to his slightly damp hair. ]
She's... better at being a rebel than a queen. [ Luffy pauses to grasp Law by the collar, to pull him down to meet his lips for a moment. ] Not so good at ruling. I know how that feels.
...She's better at waiting for results, though. Or maybe she just thinks she doesn't have a choice. Anyway, I...
[ He's not good at this, but he parts his lips, jaw parting to scrape his teeth slowly down the side of his adam's apple. ]
...think she's like those things that dance on strings. Puppet, right?
cw; totally driving towards sex
[Law's cock stirs as he continues to grind down, sucking in a breath as Luffy's scent teases him. He keeps moving, even as he's yanked down into that kiss, the friction of denim and the cock he's rubbing against through the barrier of their pants spurring him on.
Seas, that's delicious. So delicious that he keeps plundering Luffy's lips, eyes blowing out with lust.]
She's not good at being this kind of leader, I agree. Full of dreams about how things would be when she took over... and not so good at making them happen once she has power. [He pauses to gasp as Luffy's teeth rake down his neck; slide his hands to worship the body underneath the younger captain's shirt before grabbing the hem to pull up. Off.] Not so good at rolling with unexpected punches.
[Then again, Law can empathize.]
But... there's more to her. She's not a good ruler, but it feels like even though all we see is who she is, it's in some ways a mask to something deeper.
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And to get under all these clothes, to taste and touch Law, that too.
That's... starting to override a lot of other more executive mental functions, in a not dissimilar way the scent of steak makes him forget everything else in favor of fulfilling other appetites. He pulls up his own arms to allow him to strip off his shirt, but mirrors the action soon after.
One palm grasps him just above the bend of his knee, slides up his thigh with the points of his fingers digging in hungrily. Even as Luffy's hips grind up against him, the pad of one thumb and then the rest of that hand follows suit when he finds the shape of Law's plumping erection beneath his pants.
The other hand palms the curve of his ass, uses that grip to angle himself a little better. ]
Yeah, but that's... hhh, kinda... everybody in charge, right? [ There's a pause as his teeth pull at Law's lower lip. ] Ride me? Right here?