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cw; totally driving towards sex

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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?