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We'll see. I think we need help, first - Iori-ya is a good start. We definitely don't want to rush it.

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

[rubbernecking]

[ Luffy's impatient. He always is, the only reason he hasn't rushed ahead too many times is because he loathes having the people important to him out of his sight even more than waiting. But he's free with what little he gleans about current events (often by accident), part of it in the hopes that others will make something useful of the random tidbits he finds out or overhears.

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

[shambled]

Puppet. Yeah.

[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.

[rubbernecking]

[ He more means knowing how it feels to be good at one thing and then having it be completely inapplicable in one's new life, because he doesn't want to rule anybody, just wants to be free. Free, more than anything.

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?