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“A little more, Law.”

Law groans, fingers coming up frantically, flexing over the garment that Mihawk swears is not ready yet, but Law is starting to assume the man has a sadistic streak just like his lover.

“Is this not enough?” Law asks, chancing a glance over his shoulder, and Mihawk tuts, unfortunately stopping his task to turn Law’s head back to the wardrobe cabinets before he can get a glimpse if Mihawk is done or not.

“You’re going to ruin the surprise,” Mihawk chides lightly, curling ribbons around his fingers to tug harshly. Law gasps, snapping his eyes closed, “I’m surprised you called me here for this.”

Mihawk’s voice is a touch shy of whispering, much too intimate for this moment. Law’s accompanying blush is only because of the steel boning damn near melding into his body, ribs becoming encased in the expensive satin fabric. It has nothing to do with the fact that he can feel Mihawk’s appreciative gaze, the ghost of a sigh washing over his back.

“I couldn’t, oh god Mihawk,” Law pants, pulling in a shaky breath, “like I’d be able to do this by myself.”

Mihawk laughs lightly, not seeming to care in the least about Law’s comfortability, or lack thereof, when he seals the ribbons off with a tight little bow. Fingers run lightly down Law’s side and he hates how easily he can feel them, even with the corset on, Law is painfully aware of Mihawk’s touch.

“You look gorgeous.”

Law flushes at the compliment.

“Are you done?”

Mihawk hums, stepping back and Law sees that as his invitation to turn on his heel. The older man leans on the island vanity, elbow perched, and Law literally gasps out loud when he catches sight of himself in the mirror.

The corset, to put in lighter terms, is stunning. It’s a peach pink color, accentuating his figure, giving off the lovely silhouette of an hourglass figure. The top part stops just below Law’s chest tattoo with a parted v, the black a stark contrast to the bashful color he’s adorning. There’s cream venetian lace around the hem, the top edges.

It’s not Law’s preferred choice of style, if he were to wear lingerie that is, but knowing that Doflamingo has a fascination with the color pink, Law wouldn’t want to be the one to go against that. Especially not with what today is. Today is meant for Doflamingo, giving him a little something in return for all that he’s done and given him this past year.

“Are you wearing those jeans with it?”

Law watches how his hands look trailing down the boning, feeling incredibly sexy. This is the first time he’s ever worn this type of garment for someone, Doflamingo is sure to have a heart attack when he looks at Law.

“No, I have something else in mind,” Law muses, smiling when he thinks about the other surprises he has planned out.

“How cunning you’re being,” Mihawk lilts, pushing off the vanity to walk up to Law.

Law chances a glance out the side of his eye, taking into account that Mihawk is, of course, not bothering to hide his appreciation for the sight in front of him. Usually, Law would blush and splutter because of that, but knowing that he looks and feels as stunning as he does, he welcomes the way those golden irises are checking him out.

“Will you need my help with anything else?” Mihawk asks it terribly suggestive, making Law aware of just how close they’re standing next to each other now.

“Actually,” Law mutters a tad bit too nervously, “I do.”

Law turns to a cabinet that Doflamingo said in no subtle terms belonged to Law, and he rummages through it until he finds a perfectly hidden bag at the very bottom of the drawer, taking out the contents with slightly trembling fingers. It took some trial and error, attempting to find the perfect shades that is, nearly two weeks of going to any which beauty store he could find to match these colors perfectly.

Mihawk raises an eyebrow when Law faces him again, hand spread out in front of him.

“Well this is a nice surprise,” Mihawk is clearly shocked and Law’s delighted by that, “you’re sure going all out for the man.”

Law hums, settling down on the royal blue ottoman next to the vanity, placing the lipstick on the counter but still clutching the nail polish.

“Nothing will ever be enough to show my appreciation for the things Doflamingo has gotten me, but I do intend to try.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll do it flawlessly,” Mihawk replies, clutching at the nail polish when it’s handed to him, “I’m surprised you didn’t call Kid here for this.”

So Mihawk says, already opening up the peachy vile.

“Knowing him he would have just tried to fuck me,” Law scoffs, even though it would be terribly amusing to fight off the bigger man.

It’s a meditative process, getting his nails painted, if not for the horrendous smell of polish. It’s a quiet Saturday afternoon, not a care in the world for work, or any other mundane thing that could fill up Law’s mind at the moment.

Law shifts on the furniture, trying his best not to move his hand in the process. The corset, while standing, gave Law no problems at all. It's slightly elongated, fitting his slender frame perfectly, yet when sitting down he’s very aware of it. With each miniscule brush, the boning presses down on his nipples, thighs, curling on his sides, giving Law the effect of suffocation- or maybe that’s just the arousal.

Mihawk setting his hand down and gripping the other is the only thing that snaps him out of his thoughts. Law is intently focused on Mihawk’s slender fingers holding the tube and brush delicately, eyes peering as if it’s an art to him. Which maybe it is, since this is Mihawk.

A brush slides on one nail, then another, fingers yanking Law’s the correct way when he gets too caught up in his head again. Mihawk smirks, mustache twitching but not looking away from his task. Does he know how turned on Law is? If he’s like this now, Law can hardly imagine how he’ll feel when Doflamingo himself gets here.

How long is that again? An hour or two, fuck, Law’s timing was all off for this, but it’s not like he knew he’d get this worked up over a damn corset.

“You say that about Kid,” Mihawk starts, capping the nail polish.

Law almost asks what about him until he remembers what he said about the damn incorrigible redhead, and he stiffens up on the ottoman.

“What makes you think I won’t try?”

This is the thing... it’s been like this for a while now- Mihawk chiming in on the teasing. Law’s not so sure it’s simple taunts anymore.

Mihawk’s form of working Law up is different than when Kid does it, or even Ace now since said person, and also Sabo, are rubbing off on him. Mihawk does it in a way that’s subtle, unlike his lover. Coaxing Law into agreement because, for some reason, Law has always been exceptionally weak for the older man's praise.

Doflamingo, and unsurprisingly Shanks, have been provoking the teasing also. It surprised Law when Mihawk said something borderline vulgar and Doflamingo not only didn’t blink an eye, but suddenly looked very interested. It's not confusing, so much as it is overwhelming, and he means that in the best way possible. He lives for the thrill, but here in this moment when he’s alone with Mihawk? Law’s put on edge.

Law goes to raise his hand up, intent on changing the subject, but Mihawk tsks, gripping his wrist softly yet yanking it back down on the furniture with more force than Law would have thought. The slight manhandling zings through him, making him sit up that much straighter, pressing his palms flat on the expensive fabric.

“You’re going to mess your nails up.” Mihawk scolds, furrowing his eyebrows in a look that makes it seem like he’d really be upset if that happened.

Law wants to say that he could easily fix the mishap if it did happen, but the retort dies in his throat, nodding his head weakly.

“You’re right.” Law agrees quietly, watching Mihawk grab the lipstick tube off the vanity.

“Let’s get this on you, I’m sure you don’t know how to do this either.”

Law almost whines at that, cheeks heating up in faint humiliation, chest heaving. Mihawk grips his chin with his forefinger, the padding of his thumb grazing over the hair there.

“Open.”

Law’s jaw drops embarrassingly fast, but he’s already blushing so he doesn’t try to save face. Mihawk grins delightfully, placing the smooth stick at the corner of his mouth, tracing the fleshy part with great precision. The cream drags across his lip, filling Law up with something he can’t quite decipher. It intensifies when he flutters his eyelashes up, taking in Mihawk’s expression.

Golden irises trace peach lips, darker than Law has ever seen. Mihawk’s sigh sounds a lot louder than it should, obviously affected. His grip grows tighter on Law’s chin when he presses it on his top lip, harder than he did the bottom, as if he’s trying to embed the color on Law like his own tattoos.

“How enticing,” Mihawk mutters, fingers straying off the fleshy parts.

In a daze, or on purpose, Law doesn’t know. All he knows is that when Mihawk caps the lipstick, gently setting it back on the vanity, he turns back to Law, dragging a thumb above his lip, wiping away the mess he made.

Law shivers, almost biting his lip but he stops himself just in time.

“I would have liked to see you in red,” Mihawk muses, standing in front of Law.

“Yeah?” Law’s hands curl over the edge of the furniture, careful not to mess up his nails, tilting his head up and back to look at Mihawk properly.

Mihawk stares at Law for a minute, and Law almost believes he’s going to do something, but then he sighs, chuckling softly.

“I would love to see how Doflamingo reacts when he first sees you.” Mihawk lilts, about to walk away and words tumble out of Law’s mouth before he can stop them.

“You could always stay.” Law mentally berates himself for saying that, and Mihawk’s eyes widen like he didn’t expect it either, hands balling into fists.

“I’ll have to tell Shanks you said that,” Mihawk laughs, recovering quicker than Law did, turning on his heels to walk away, hips swaying seductively, “but I’ll be sure to keep that in mind darling.”

Mihawk glances over his shoulder, saying nothing else, but his gaze says enough.

Law watches doorway after he’s gone, still staring at trifold mirrors, not breathing properly until he hears the echo of the front door closed. Law knows Vergo is near, cleverly hidden. He'll be gone by the time Doflamingo gets here, per Law’s orders, so he knows he doesn’t have to worry about anybody else stopping in.

With that knowledge in mind Law smirks to himself, cheeks still heated and stomach bubbling with anticipation, raising up from the ottoman with arousal lidding his eyes. Law must agree with Mihawk though, he can’t wait to see how Doflamingo is going to react.

Doflamingo sighs when he opens the door to the chateau, slamming it shut behind him.

He had a long day, well, he always has long days, but Doflamingo was exceptionally busy and that irritates him. There’s a frown on his face as he takes the steps up two at a time, eager to get to Law after the trying day he had, and on his birthday no less. You’d think people would have been respectful of that, but it seems not.

If Doflamingo’s being honest, he half expected Law to be waiting on him in the foyer, preferably naked, hole already stretched. Doflamingo’s stride gets quicker just thinking about it. If his lover wasn’t waiting on him downstairs, then no doubt he’s already in the bedroom. Law is insatiable, there’s no way the doesn’t have something planned.

Doflamingo’s mouth is parted on a greeting when he swings the door open to his room, gritting his teeth when it’s empty. He spoke to Law today and the man said he was coming over, he even confirmed it with Vergo just to make sure because he always confirms with Vergo. A pinching himself kind of moment that Law is still with him, calling Doflamingo his lover.

The door slams shut, and Doflamingo knows that if Law’s here then he damn well heard it. There’s a playful little game Law likes to play, which-room-am-I-in kind of thing. Doflamingo, on any other day, loves that damn playful side of him, but in this moment, he can’t help but feel slightly irritated.

“Get out here Law,” Doflamingo says loud enough, knowing it’ll echo down the hallway.

With no answer Doflamingo moves to the library, leaving the door open when he finds the chaise lounge chair Law frequents empty. He wouldn’t be in the room next to his, not since it’s just filled with workout equipment. Law grimaces every time he even thinks about that damn room.

Doflamingo stalks down the hallway, the lights gleaming a little too brightly as if mocking him. He might not be in the secret room, but Doflamingo checks it anyways because when Law is feeling exceptionally bratty that’s where he can find him. But it’s empty. The door closes softly and he moves forward, opening the dark room, huffing because that one is Law’s favorite.

Yet when Doflamingo, still annoyed, opens the last room, the one Law less frequents, he pauses at the sight in front of him. Doflamingo blinks a few times behind his glasses, wondering if he conjured this moment up.

Law’s in the room alright, the pretty little pastel room with mint green curtains and lavender bedding, gracefully sitting on the upholstered bench. Doflamingo’s mouth runs dry, taking in the sight of his shoes first, pretty little stiletto heels, a peach pink the same color as his corset except the bottoms are red. And that corset, fuck, a damn corset, molded onto his lithe figure, curving in all the right places, a beautiful hue against his golden skin.

Law looks like a fucking wet dream. Never did Doflamingo think he’d ever see the man with lipstick on and heels, lingerie, hair perfectly haphazard, messy strands falling over his eyes dangerously. Law sighs, his chest puffing up, sheer robe almost falling off one shoulder.

“Happy birthday daddy.”

Doflamingo watches peach colored lips roll out each word meticulously, and Doflamingo’s in awe, moving forward as if brought along by a string. Law tilts his head back, knocking it off to the side, showing off how elongated his throat looks, smooth skin almost glimmering under the cream boudoir robe.

“Do you like what you see baby?” Law asks it in a way like he already knows the answer full well, as if Doflamingo would ever fucking turn down his boyfriend being decked out in expensive lingerie just for him.

Law hums amusingly when Doflamingo walks forward in a daze, stopping to drop to his knees in front of him, heels threateningly kicking up but only to uncross his legs, spreading them wide, and Doflamingo whimpers at the lace panties that were perfectly hidden now coming into view.

“I take that as a yes,” Law muses, trailing light fingers up Doflamingo’s jaw, his cheek, plucking his glasses away with the practiced ease only Law himself has ever had, “you won’t be needing these tonight.”

If Law notices how incredibly blown back his eyes are then he says nothing to counter that, all he does is pout, peach lip jutted out and Doflamingo has a sudden flashback of a time a few months ago, a year? How long has it been since Law not-so-subtly proved Doflamingo was off the market, fuck it feels like eons have passed, but he’s suddenly more than aware of that past now faced with the present one.

“Aren’t you going to praise me daddy?” Law nudges at Doflamingo’s knee, unimpressed.

It doesn’t take a lot of effort to work his mouth open to speak, yet when he does his voice is heavily laced in arousal, raspy even to his own ears.

“You look stunning.”

Law raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow, “just stunning? I wouldn’t have pegged you to be the underappreciative type baby.”

“You’re divine Law,” Doflamingo answers, pathetically quick, but nobody is here to call him out on that, “godlike. Celestial-”

“That’s enough,” Law sighs, tulle breezing in front of Doflamingo when he wafts a nonchalant hand throughout the air, and that’s new.

Not the outfit or the earrings, the nail polish, that’s all plainly new, but this air... this attitude. Law is peering down at Doflamingo with pupils dilated because of lust, yet the way he speaks, it’s as if Doflamingo is nothing but a mere mortal trying to ask the deities for sanctification.

Doflamingo finds it enthralling, captivating, suddenly aware of just how harshly his knees are digging into the hardwood floor. It’s been a while since someone has made Doflamingo grovel, if ever, he has no problems being on his knees to pleasure another, but nobody has ever made him feel this miniscule. It feels freeing, in a way, after the nearly chaotic day he had.

“What is it you like best?” Law asks lightly and Doflamingo says huh dumbly, much to Law’s delight.

Law seems to have an uncanny fascination to bringing Doflamingo down a notch, at first it was just with simple observations- a bit of praise, showcasing his love- somewhere along the lines it got borderline sadistic. Mean. Doflamingo doesn’t know if he’s always had it in him or if he’s just rubbing off on Law after being together for nearly a year.

“What is it you like best, on me baby,” Law repeats as if he’s talking to a child, “whatever it is that’s the only part you get to touch tonight.”

Doflamingo is petulantly close to saying that it’s his birthday, but with a sort of sick amusement he realizes that maybe that’s what Law wants. So, then the next choice is if he goes along with this or changes it to his liking, but isn’t this already more than enough to his liking?

How many times has he pictured Law in frilly lingerie, waiting for him on the bed, pouting in annoyance or eyes bright with playfulness? This is beyond his expectations. Not only is Law royalty right in front of Doflamingo, but he’s as domineering as one of nobility too.

Doflamingo scoots forward, mind already made up, rapturously taking in every part of Law. He could say the corset, maybe unthread those laces, or tighten them up until Law’s breath hitches in pain before giving him reprieve. Then there are those long, long legs, endless and spread out before him, but fuck those panties-

“Too late,” Law quips, heel digging into one of Doflamingo’s pecs with razor sharp movements.

It doesn’t hurt, not like he thought it would, if anything the action shoots straight down to his dick when his back clashes with the floor. Law standing tall above him with his heel pinned right over his heart. It’s slightly romantic, and any other day he’d be able to voice that, but the words come up mute now.

“You took too long daddy,” Law scoffs, twisting the heel onto his shirt.

The blouse twists and turns, threads snapping when Law drags his foot up, the pointed toe nudging Doflamingo’s chin up, stiletto pinned lightly to his throat, just to make him aware of his humiliating position.

“I rather like you like this,” Law muses. His heel, reluctantly, moves away, snapping to the ground, “ah, you’re no fun tonight.”

Law gripes the words, turning on heels to sway away, the robe floats around him, one foot in front of the other, walking with perfect precision despite the height of the heels. Law gracefully falls to the bed, spread out in a way that leaves everything and nothing to the imagination. He drags a hand behind his head, rolling his neck while he trails it around his throat, down still until he’s thumbing over his covered nipple.

“How about you get up and strip for me baby.”

Doflamingo’s knees hit the ground before he even realizes it, pushing himself up to tug at his clothes, each garment falling off sloppy and rushed until he’s standing nearly naked in front of his lover. Law raises an eyebrow, pointing peach pink nails at him.

“Those too,” Law tells him, “you’re already so hard, there’s no point in hiding it.”

Doflamingo wonders, as he pushes down his briefs, how far Law is willing to take this tonight. If he’s going to have Doflamingo at his every beck and call until the blonde gets tired of it and has way with him, or if Law’s doing this just to work Doflamingo up until he’s selfish enough to take what he wants.

Fuck, Law is always trying out different ways to tempt him, and all of them have been addicting so far.

“Get on your knees.”

Doflamingo grins, feeling no shame when he falls to his knees for Law. As far as people go, Doflamingo believes this is the place anyone should be for a man of Law’s stature. Being on his knees for his lover is but a miniscule thing, he’d very well stay right here in this place all night if Law asked him so.

Law curls a finger, beckoning him, “crawl.”

That one little demand shoots straight down to Doflamingo’s dick, and he knows it’s embarrassingly obvious when it twitches, bouncing when the blonde presses his hands to the ground. Law lays back on the abundance of pillows, one arm splayed along them while his other palms his hardening member through his panties, watching Doflamingo intently as he crawls for him.

“This is such a good place for you,” Law taunts, heel tilted on the floor, leg seizing up as if the fabric feels immaculate over his dick, “don’t you think so daddy?”

The pet name now sounds a bit more condescending with the roles reversed, but Doflamingo still finds himself nodding.

“Yeah,” Doflamingo swallows passed the lump in his throat, “it is.”

“How good you are,” Law’s praise comes immediately and Doflamingo flushes the tiniest bit, “what a good boy, you don’t even fight me.”

Law sounds like he’s in awe because of that and Doflamingo doesn’t blame him. They’ve slept together countless times, made love, fucked, they know each other's body like it’s their own, but this is a dynamic they haven’t tried. Law mentioned something before about topping Doflamingo, but he was surprised at best when the blonde agreed instantly.

Doflamingo’s glad his feelings didn’t change but intensified. Imagine if he wasn’t open minded and missed this opportunity? He would never forgive himself.

“I have no reason to fight you,” Doflamingo replies easily.

“Is that so?” Law quips, shifting so that both heels are scraping along hardwood, one leg trailing down, “you’d do anything I’d say right now?”

“Yes baby.”

“Anything?”

Doflamingo’s heart flutters at the dark tone, so unlike his baby Law. Law narrows his eyes down at him, leaning back on his hands, corset elegantly stretching along with him.

“Anything.”

“Hump my leg.”

Doflamingo blinks, wondering if he heard Law correctly because of course he didn’t. There’s no way in hell Law would ever ask him to hump his leg.

“Law.”

Law tuts, lips pursed as he glares down at Doflamingo.

“Don’t speak my name so casually. Either you hump my leg or not.”

Holy fuck.

Law fits into this role with fucking superiority, it’s ravishing, dazzling. His once bratty and docile lover, the one who loves to be degraded and damn near spit on, being choked until he’s blubbering, sobbing, is now the perfect picture of the one and only person Doflamingo knows he’ll be dominated by.

Nobody can even touch Law.

For a slight minute, Doflamingo hesitates, almost second guessing himself, but Law tilts his head to the side in expectation and Doflamingo lives for giving Law whatever he wants. He thinks nothing of it when he scuttles across the floor, grinning at Law when he slides on top of his leg, one hand situated on his knee to keep himself balanced.

It almost feels wrong touching him, like Doflamingo is touching an ancient relic, one that is priceless and has never before been seen.

“Well,” Law nudges his leg impatiently and Doflamingo shifts forward.

It’s embarrassing, in a way, Doflamingo tentatively moving his hips forward, he wonders if this is how Law feels when he makes him do degrading things. Law’s eyes shine brightly, smirking in a way that Doflamingo never thought he would see, and his cheeks heat up. His cock drags heavily, roughly, over Law’s leg, skin prickling because of hair while he does so.

“You’re doing so good,” Law praises, transfixed, “look at you getting so wet.”

Doflamingo grins at him, gripping his knee harshly. Law’s eyes flutter, but that doesn’t dim the dark expression he’s giving him, and it also doesn’t change the fact that Doflamingo is spurting an obscene amount of precum. There’s a wet streak up Law’s shin, dragging back down when Doflamingo rocks, trying to angle his hips.

It feels extremely good, the friction not nearly enough to get him off, but it makes him painfully aware of his submissive position. Law’s gaze is burning through him, but Doflamingo doesn’t pay attention, much too focused on his dick and how hard he is. When this scene is over with Doflamingo will question why rutting on Law’s leg while he looks like royalty turns him on so much, but that’s much too trivial right now.

Doflamingo sucks in a sharp breath, stomach fluttering when Law shifts his leg, the blonde plopping down on the floor at the quick change of position.

“Do you like pain darling?” Law asks too sweet, saccharine, pointed toe of his heel pressing against Doflamingo’s balls.

Doflamingo, much to his own chagrin, whimpers, jerking his hips- to the touch or away from it, he doesn’t know, but when he shifts the blonde gets the most satisfying friction and he almost does it again. Law seems to be gauging his reaction, those all-knowing eyes of his, because he presses harder, hard enough that Doflamingo seizes up, gasping.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Law lilts, answering his own question. The building pressure fades to a low ebb when Law moves away, spreading his legs again, “do you like me in heels daddy?”

Like.

Doflamingo could honestly fucking laugh at the understatement.

“I love them.”

“Kiss em.” Law orders softly, looking down the slope of his nose at Doflamingo.

Doflamingo complies, because of course he does. Here he has this god in front of him, the least he can do is listen when he’s spoken to. Doflamingo drops to his hands, knees digging into the floor, servility on his lips when he kisses first one shoe and then the other.

“What about my panties?”

Doflamingo is already leaning up, trailing his lips against Law’s leg, looking under his eyelashes to the man above him.

Law tuts when Doflamingo reaches his thigh, bringing a dainty finger under his chin, jerking his head away from his leg in warning.

“And you talk about my manners,” Law huffs, narrowing his eyebrows, “lick.”

Law’s order is followed by him dragging his hand around Doflamingo’s neck, tugging him, and the blonde eagerly crawls closer, licking his lips before licking Law. He tastes even more exquisite under the lace fabric. Law’s moan is throaty when he sucks at the wet spot, eyes closing and utterly fucking content now that he can get a taste of Law’s hardness.

“You want to suck it?”

Doflamingo groans, nodding his head, and Law must be feeling generous because he tugs the front of his panties down and Doflamingo gets to work. He starts by tracing the veins under his cock, lapping at them with eagerness, bringing a hand up to fondle Law’s balls, squeezing them the way he knows his lover likes.

Law rocks his hips forward, moaning softly, curling his hands in Doflamingo’s hair. Doflamingo mouths at his length, spit bubbling up around his lips, humming when his tip settles on his tongue, heavy and wet with precum.

“You’re so good at this,” Law sighs, breath hitching when Doflamingo starts bobbing his head, “goddamn baby.”

Doflamingo rolls his eyes up, delighted that Law’s head is thrown back, throat swallowing and mouth open. He grabs at one of Law’s legs, hallowing his cheeks, placing his thigh on one shoulder. Law’s nails rake against Doflamingo’s scalp, the heel of his shoe on his spine, robe tickling his neck, and Doflamingo hasn’t ever felt anything more addicting.

Law presses on the back of his head desperately, rutting into Doflamingo’s mouth and he stays in place, throat relaxing so Law can use him however he sees fit.

“Just like that,” Law murmurs, head knocking off to the side, “teeth baby, use teeth.”

Doflamingo pulls his lips back, watching Law’s reaction through lidded eyes. The smaller man shivers, gasping, pressing on Doflamingo’s head until Law’s throbbing cock is settled in his throat.

“I’m about to cum.”

Doflamingo hums, digging his nails into Law’s thigh, trailing his other hand around Law’s waist to pull him closer, nose nestled on the skin of his pelvis. Law’s moan is fucking euphoric, music to Doflamingo’s ears and he swells up even more just hearing it, shivering as the robe's feathers brush across his skin.

Law jerks underneath him, stiletto dragging across his skin when he pulls his leg up, wrapping it around the back of Doflamingo’s head. He’s completely and unabashedly taking his pleasure from Doflamingo’s mouth, and Doflamingo has never seen anything more stunning. Law’s shamelessness always leaves him with a sense of suffocation, lungs closing in on each other, heart beating too fast in his chest while his cheeks heat up.

“Swallow it all daddy,” Law moans, hips stuttering, and Doflamingo drops down until his eyes water up, throat clenching, but Law’s sounds are so beautiful he doesn’t even care that he can hardly breathe at the moment.

The taste of Law fills his throat, and he drinks him down eagerly, licking around the base of his cock, sliding both of his hands behind Law’s back to bob his head, milking him of it all. Law always taste the best when he uses Doflamingo, and Doflamingo will always get a sick satisfaction because of that.

Law, much to Doflamingo’s reluctance, pulls him away by the root of his hair. The leg wrapped around the back of his head loosens, but luckily, he doesn’t pull that away. Doflamingo feels utterly empty when his mouth is free of Law’s softening cock, sucking down a lungful of air, licking the spit on his lips.

“Fuck,” Law laughs under his breath, voice quivering, “that wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Doflamingo laughs, wincing when the actions hurts his throat.

“Is that so?”

Law plays in his hair fondly, patting the top of his head, smiling down at Doflamingo.

“I wanted to fuck you tonight.” Law pouts, fucking pouts, looking like he’s really sad about the fact that he won’t be able to fuck Doflamingo.

Doflamingo chuckles in delight, raising up from the floor. Law hits the bed without Doflamingo saying anything, eyelashes fluttering when he covers over him, leg nearly bent in half. Doflamingo presses his weight to his free hand, grinning smugly down at Law.

“Oh, I’m sure you did.” Doflamingo retorts, turning his head to nip at Law’s leg, “flip over.”

Doflamingo pulls away and Law easily turns, graceful, sheer robe gliding across air to cascade over Law’s waist. Fucking regal. His heels snap down on the floor, arching his back so fucking beautifully and then looking over his shoulder.

“Like this daddy?”

Doflamingo grips the base of his cock, staving off the orgasm he knows that’s already brewing. He’s incredibly close to coming, which is embarrassing, usually he’s not so quick. Doflamingo enjoys dragging sex out with Law because where he’s always shameless, he gets downright sloppy when Doflamingo thoroughly uses him.

Nothing could have prepared Doflamingo for the picture in front of him though. Law’s eyes are peering, his back tattoo glowing against blush fabric, the laces of his corset looking enticing, and fuck the way his ass looks in those pink panties. Doflamingo traces the edge, the back a pretty silk, groaning when he runs his thumb up, feeling the toy he had no damn idea was stuffed in there.

“You wanted to fuck me with a plug in your ass,” Doflamingo mutters, nudging it inside of Law and his head knocks forward, “how fucking nasty you are doll.”

Law’s moan is high pitched when Doflamingo yanks the panties down, leaving them wrapped snug around his thighs, the elastic digging into plush muscle. That in and of itself could get Doflamingo to blow his load.

“You’re so damn sexy baby,” Doflamingo praises, smacking the cheek of his ass.

Law shivers, head dropping onto the bed, rocking back without care. Doflamingo slaps the other cheek since Law’s been so wonderful tonight, giving Doflamingo such a gift like this, and why not give him more? Doflamingo pushes on the base of Law’s plug, smiling when he whines, long and drawn out, then he slaps over that, harsher than the past ones and Law throws his head back.

“Fuck yes, daddy, do that again.”

Doflamingo hums, gripping the base of the toy to tug it out, licking his lips when he spots how it’s glistening, plunging it back inside of him. Law’s knees wobble, shoulder blades trembling, oh he just came and Doflamingo knows Law wants to do nothing but drop from his elbows and spread his legs, greedily taking his cock. He’s such a slut.

Doflamingo taps the toy in quick succession, fingers slapping over it and Law positively keens, arching his back more, heels knowingly scrape across the floor to spread his legs.

“You like that?”

“I fucking love it daddy,” Law chuckles, breathless.

“You’re so easy,” Doflamingo says mockingly, “fuck yourself with it.”

Law drops to the bed quickly and Doflamingo’s grin deepens, watching with rapturous eyes at Law reaching behind him, pretty little tattooed fingers wrapping around the plug to fuck himself with it. Doflamingo palms the head of his cock, biting his lip at the lewd moan that echoes around the room.

“So good,” Law slurs, cheek plastered on the covers, lipstick now smeared because of how he’s drooling, “it’s so good daddy, fuck me.”

Law’s eyes roll back, and he must be so fucking sensitive, looking so damn out of it when he was just telling Doflamingo to get on his knees and crawl for him, hump his leg.

“I need you,” Law whines weakly, hole clenching when he pulls the plug out, tossing it somewhere off to the side.

Doflamingo groans at Law’s hole, gaping and wet, a line of lube trickling out and onto his thighs.

“You’re so damn sloppy,” Doflamingo’s fucking giddy because of that, spreading Law’s ass cheeks, licking his lip at how he clenches around nothing. Doflamingo presses the head of his cock inside of Law, kneading his ass cheeks, waiting until Law starts getting desperate, rocking back and whimpering like he just needs to be filled.

Doflamingo presses his thumbs close to Law’s rim, watching how he just sucks him in, walls pulsating and fluttering deliciously.

“Fuck,” Doflamingo gasps, “you really wanted it huh?”

“Mingo-”

Law’s moan gets cut off when Doflamingo thrusts the rest of the way in, spurred on by the squelch of lube to pull back and drive in harder. Law’s heels slip against the floor and Doflamingo smacks his ass harshly, in warning.

“Get back into position,” Doflamingo grunts, a shiver racking up his spine at the wrecked moan Law sobs out, quickly righting his stance, “that’s it,” Doflamingo urges, gripping his ass harshly, watching how his cock sinks into Law, lube glistening on his cock and around Law’s rim, “you take it so well Law.”

“Daddy, oh fuck, fuck. Harder, fuck me harder.”

“Always so fucking greedy,” Doflamingo mumbles, sweat lining his forehead as he follows through.

Doflamingo buries his cock in Law’s ass, chuckling at the squeal that punches its way out of Law’s throat. Law clenches unbearably tight around him, choking on a sob at Doflamingo kicking his legs apart, dropping to his elbows to cover over Law’s back. The corset chafes extremely well over Doflamingo’s skin, making him pump into Law faster, suck bruising marks along his shoulder.

“I love being used by you,” Law whispers and Doflamingo groans, sinking his teeth into Law’s skin, “f- fuck, you’re close yeah?”

Doflamingo grunts his agreement, suddenly finding it too hard to speak. Law feels amazing, velvet walls clenching and squeezing, voicing his appreciation for the treatment so loudly. Doflamingo mindlessly ruts forward, nails digging into his palms, forehead resting on Law’s sweaty shoulder.

“Goddamnit,” Doflamingo wheezes, snapping his eyes shut.

Law cries out when Doflamingo drives deep inside of him, shuddering as his orgasm crashes over him. Law’s hum gives Doflamingo a thrill, knowing how much he likes to be filled up, and here Doflamingo is giving it all to him, sloppily pushing balls deep while he spills his release.

Doflamingo chokes on a moan at Law’s walls clenching around his spent cock, feeling weak when he slowly pulls out, mindful of how sensitive Law is.

“Mingo, I need-”

“I know kitty,” Doflamingo murmurs, already dropping to his knees, licking his lips at the mess he made.

Doflamingo always tastes best when he’s inside of Law, as filthy as that is, the blonde has not a thought when he leans in, spreading his ass wide with his tongue lolled out, humming when his semen coats his tongue, and he swallows.

“Eat me out,” Law urges, his moan just as wanton as ever when Doflamingo seals his mouth over his used hole, slurping and licking at the cum coating his walls, “like that, oh fuck, just like that baby.”

Doflamingo kisses Law’s entrance, eyes closing, lips and tongue working slowly to coax Law’s orgasm out of him. Doflamingo’s arm feels heavy when he brings it up, wrapping shaky fingers around Law’s cock to pump him in time with the licks.

“I’m, I’m coming,” Law whines, hips faltering, shivering on the bed, “oh god, Doflamingo don’t fucking stop.”

Doflamingo sticks his tongue out, groaning as Law rides back on it, hole clenching up and liquid spilling over Doflamingo’s fist. Law’s moans are raspy, fucking desperate, reaching a hand behind him to clutch Doflamingo’s head, holding him in place to ride out his orgasm.

“Damnit baby,” Law whimpers, “fuck I love the way you eat me out.”

Fuck, Law’s so pretty, so goddamn beautiful, using Doflamingo again.

“C’mere,” Law mumbles, scratching Doflamingo’s scalp.

Doflamingo pulls back with messy lips, but Law doesn’t seem to care about that when he turns over, tugging at the blonde’s arms until he’s covered over Law, smashing their lips together.

Law sucks at his bottom lip, throwing his arms over Doflamingo’s shoulder to lick into his mouth. Doflamingo gasps, returning the kiss with equal force, both of them messy, slick with spit and lube, cum coated on their tongue. It gives Doflamingo such a rush, placing a kiss on the side of Law’s lip when he pulls away, breathing harshly with lidded eyes, Law’s eyelashes tear stained.

“Fuck Law,” Doflamingo sighs, brushing a thumb under his eye to suck it into his mouth, lapping up the salty water, “how the hell did I get so lucky.”

Law’s laugh sounds strained, and Doflamingo gets it, he’s fucking exhausted. Doflamingo slides an arm under Law’s back, tugging him up the bed, pulling at the robe with it- no way in hell is he taking that off yet. His knee slips in Law’s cum, but that’s the least of his worries.

Doflamingo lays next to Law, wiping the sweat off his forehead, pressing kisses up his jawline, cheek, the tip of his nose. Law looks at him fondly, eyelids barely open before he curls into Doflamingo’s chest.

“Did you like your birthday present baby?” Law mutters, voice hoarse.

Doflamingo’s scoff is condescending at best, brushing his lips across Law’s temple while he smiles.

“Did I like it,” Doflamingo mocks, “you sorely underestimate your power kitty.”

“I hardly think my body counts as a proper birthday present.” Law muses, tracing a finger lazily over Doflamingo’s skin.

“You’re a form that even the deities can’t touch.”

Law slaps Doflamingo’s chest, and he grins widely, knowing he’s blushing profusely. After a year and Law still flushes so damn easily. It’s intoxicating.

“I hate when you say stuff like that.” Law murmurs, sounding quite the opposite with that airy voice of his, high off the praise.

“That’s too bad for you,” Doflamingo lilts, pulling Law closer to kiss his forehead, spreading the palm of his hand over expensive fabric, “but I loved my birthday present. You’re the greatest gift I could ask for.”

“You incorrigible man,” Law huffs breathlessly, “I was talking about the lingerie.”

“Oh, I know what you were talking about,” Doflamingo says delightful, chuckling when he looks down to see Law pouting, cheeks flushed, “the clothes are replaceable, you on the other hand, are priceless.”

Law shakes his head, laughing shyly, kissing right below Doflamingo’s clavicle.

“Love you.” Law mumbles into his chest, throwing a leg over Doflamingo’s, curling his hand around his waist to snuggle closer.

“I love you too kitty,” Doflamingo replies, content as he traces the ribbons crisscrossing the back of the corset, “next time though,” Doflamingo adds before Law can fall asleep, “how about we try red.”

“Wake up kitty-”

Law groans, burying his face into the pillow. It’s early, Law knows it’s early, and why the hell is Doflamingo waking him up so early after the long night they had.

Doflamingo presses a kiss on his shoulder, over a spot that’s bitten and bruised and Law gasps, holding onto the pillow tighter.

“Leave me alone,” Law groans.

Doflamingo chuckles, nipping the earrings on his ear, swirling his tongue on the skin under it. Law feels himself stir, whimpering pathetically.

“There’s someone here to see you,” Doflamingo murmurs and Law rolls his eyes even behind his eyelids.

“Tell em to go away,” Law grumbles, slightly irritated that someone would even bother showing up to Doflamingo’s house, on his day off, nonetheless.

Doflamingo hums, fingers brushing up his spine, “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

Law peeks his eye open at that, slightly curious.

“Who is it?”

Doflamingo’s grin is brighter than what it should be in the early morning, absolutely gleeful, and why can’t he be the one aching like Law. The man used Law thoroughly all last night, barely letting him get any rest in between. But even through that torture, the overwhelming sensation of him being pushed beyond his limits, Law loved being stuffed full of Doflamingo’s cock, fucking him hard and brutal, rarely leaving him empty.

“How ironic, here he is now.” Doflamingo lilts and Law’s eyes widen, quickly turning to the door, wincing at the pain shooting up his spine because of the movement.

And Law sees nobody.

“Who is-”

Law’s eyes widen when Cerberus jumps on the bed, emerald irises glossing right over Law and going straight to Doflamingo. The fucking traitor. Law changes position, tilting his head to watch the blonde scoop his cat up.

“How did he get here?” Law murmurs, and Cerberus glances at Law as if he didn’t see him there in the first place, like he didn’t use his owner as a stepping stool to get to Doflamingo.

“I had Vergo go pick him up.” Doflamingo says, as if that’s the most natural thing in the world, “well, Garp got him. Vergo just brought him here.”

Law narrows his eyes in suspicion, looking to Doflamingo who finds none of this skeptical at all. He’s smiling lightly, crooking a finger under Cerberus’ chin, cooing when the animal leans into the touch, purring loudly.

“And why, would you do-” Law’s voice trails off when he spots a collar around Cerberus- which is new.

Call it something he picked up when watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s so long ago. Holly Golightly mentioning that the cat didn’t belong to anybody, they don’t even belong with each other.

I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together, she had said.

Law didn’t own Cerberus, so much as they coped together. They spent time with each other just because they were the only company they had. Law didn’t see any reason to give him something that could symbolize ownership, maybe because Kuzan was the one that gifted the cat to him, Law felt like he didn’t have a right to. Which sounds silly since the cat is his. Cerberus has, and always will be, his responsibility.

Something curls up in his stomach when he spots that thin band of diamonds- overly expensive as always, Law’s just learned to get used to Doflamingo’s taste- wrapped around Cerberus. The collar itself is just as black as his fur, probably just as soft, but that’s not the only thing that catches his attention, because there’s something dangling from the d-ring.

“Doflamingo,” Law starts, stopping when Cerberus flicks his head up to Law and his heart jumps into his throat, fingers curling into the pillow.

“What is it baby?” Doflamingo asks softly, pulling Cerberus up to his cheek, rubbing them together, and Law gets a full on fucking view of just what the hell it is.

Aside from the obviously new name tag, there’s a ring that looks like it costs too much, an obscene amount of money and Law’s mouth runs dry, blinking at it when Doflamingo flicks his finger over it.

“It’s a bit old looking, yeah?” Doflamingo whispers, like it looking old is the problem.

Law breathes a little too raggedly when Doflamingo shifts, sitting with his back to the headboard, playing with a clasp on Cerberus’ collar to unlatch the ring. It falls perfectly onto Doflamingo’s palm, glittering under the morning sun. Cerberus sits pretty on Doflamingo’s lap, eyes the same color as the diamond in the middle of the ring, watching as the blonde picks Law’s hand up.

“I don’t have a poetic way of saying this,” Doflamingo laughs, and it’s as nervous as Law feels.

The man never gets nervous, Law can’t remember the last time he heard him with a hitch in his tone, playing around with Law’s fingers as if he’s waiting for Law to yank his hand away.

“I’ve thought about this a lot, actually,” Doflamingo admits quietly, gazing at the ring and Law’s finger, “what I would say when I decided to give it to you.”

Doflamingo glances up at Law, looking away as a blush covers his cheeks. Law bites his lip, flushing just as much and he raises up, as stark naked as ever, but that’s the least of his problems right now. Doflamingo is being shy, holding Law delicately, giving him a way out before he says anything else. Law holds his gaze even though the older man’s not looking at him, Law doesn’t look away.

“I’ve asked Kuzan already,” and Law brushes his thumb over Doflamingo’s hand, threading their fingers, “of course he gave me his permission, although I would have done this either way because you’re the only person I plan on loving.”

Doflamingo looks up at Law, eyes vulnerable when he places the circle of the ring over Law’s finger.

“Tell me you don’t want this Law, if you tell me I’ll forget all about it and never bring it up ag-”

“I want it.” Law reassures quickly, heart fluttering when Doflamingo smiles brightly, no hesitation at all as he slips the ring down his finger and it fits perfectly... what the hell-

Law feels a sudden surge of emotion because of that, blinking back tears and staring at the cluster of diamonds, the slightest blur to them, but that could just be because Law is crying.

Doflamingo tugs him closer and Cerberus scurries away. Law scrambles onto his lap, grinning despite the tears, holding his hand in front of him.

“I never thought I would get married,” Law murmurs. Actually, the correct thing to say would be that he didn’t want to get married. The prospect always put him off, the thought of being owned by someone else, sort of like a leash attached to these rings.

It doesn’t feel that way with Doflamingo. Doflamingo never made him feel like he was meant to be kept, only holding ownership over him in the bedroom, and Law likes it that way because even then Doflamingo gives Law full reign, always succumbing to him. God, the way Doflamingo has treated him. An important person such as him yet he treats Law as if he’s the one with all the power.

“You won’t regret it?” Doflamingo asks softly, looking so damn unsure of himself.

Law leans forward and kisses him chastely on the lips, holding eye contact.

“I’ll never regret loving you.”

Doflamingo blushes, kissing him again, trailing both hands up Law’s waist.

“It was my mothers.” Doflamingo blurts out and Law’s hand pauses from where he was admiring it on the blonde’s chest, jerking his head up.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Only the finest for you Law,” Doflamingo replies, picking his hand up to kiss across his knuckles, “it’s the only possession I could ever think of that’s as priceless as you are.”

“Doflamingo,” Law gasps, flushing to the tips of his ears, down his neck.

“Rosi agrees,” Doflamingo murmurs, sliding his lips across the diamonds, “nothing else is better suited for your lover, he said.”

Law’s phone starts going off as soon as Doflamingo abruptly changes their position, giggling at the flurry of butterflies tickling his stomach.

“That’s still a terrible understatement,” Doflamingo muses, yanking Law’s leg up.

“Is that so?” Law sighs, smirking, placing his hand on Doflamingo’s chest- he loves the way the ring compliments his skin tone, how his tattoos look, the meaning behind the band in the first place. It’s all a little too much to take in, but Law is on cloud fucking nine.

“I’d very well gift you the rings of Saturn if I could.”

Law scoffs, heart clashing in his chest, “you’re disgustingly romantic.”

“So you’ve said,” Doflamingo hovers above Law, hand featherlight on his thigh, “yet you always end up blushing.”

Law’s phone goes off again and he would have ignored it, if not for the conspiratorial grin that curled Doflamingo’s lips.

“What did you do?” Law asks suspiciously, going to reach for the device on the bedside table but Doflamingo grips his wrist, tugging it above him.

“I may have mentioned a thing or two to the team,” Doflamingo replies, kissing Law’s throat, “and to Garp,” another brush on his clavicles, and then another, dragging his lips across the bone while Law sags into the bed, wrapping his leg around Doflamingo’s waist, “and to the entire public.”

Doflamingo times the words perfectly, rutting his hips down while that confession spills out of him. Law’s eyes fly open, both at the friction of his soft fabric brushing on Law’s sensitive skin, and also because of what that now implies.

“How did you,” Law gasps, slapping at Doflamingo’s back, “how the hell did you know I was going to say yes.”

“I gave Garp a specific time,” Doflamingo chuckles, pausing his movements and Law almost frowns at that, it was feeling too good, but he welcomes it when Doflamingo reclines to look at him, “if I called him before the time, he wasn’t to say anything to anyone.”

Law grins, wondering just how long Garp planned on keeping this secret from him. He knows the old man is wretched at keeping things to himself, it must have been hell. Law’s phone goes off again, but he ignores it this time, fitting a hand in between them to tug Doflamingo’s sleeping pants down.

“And if too much time passed?” Law asks, wrapping his other leg around Doflamingo’s waist, smiling against his lips.

“Rosinante was to take care of the rest.”

“You sneaky man,” Law mutters, sighing when Doflamingo enters him slowly, still so stretched from last night, and damn if that drag doesn’t fill him up to his chest.

Law feels a sense of completion when he’s around Doflamingo, something he knows he won’t experience with anyone else- that he won’t have to experience with anyone else.

“Now everyone knows who I belong to.”

That whisper alone will stay embedded in Law’s mind for as long as he lives.

Law stated once before that building a house was a paradigm much like the human body. The beating of a heart, the soles of one's foot, a laugh.

It’s very ironic that his love for restructuring houses is what brought him to falling in love, strange in a way, that the one place of living that gave him the most trouble is the one that led him to being the most complete; Law finding himself waking up in said chateau even months after it being finished, furnished with antiques and possessions Doflamingo spoke to Law nonstop about when he had the furniture being moved in.

Freeing, in a way. Filling Law up with an uncanny joy that he won’t ever be able to describe. The reason for that, the only reason, is because he’s finally found himself a home.