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Crocodile second guessed himself at first. A rarity, yes, but he wasn’t sure if he was too preoccupied with other things or if his eyes were playing tricks on him. The crowd being a factor also, people hovering close to an open door. An audience. There were obvious moans coming from the room, which wasn’t rare, but it wasn’t in Crocodile’s interest at that point in time.
The moment was fleeting, the crowd opening for a sliver of a second revealing a stage accompanied by a lithe body on its knees, surrounded by much bigger men. Crocodile spotted the tattoo lining his back, familiar fingers curled around two cocks, mouth working on several others. He could have looked further into the room, get the answer his mind was silently asking, but again, that wasn’t his priority.
Though he mulled it over, silently, without voicing it out loud. If this boy who claims to be his doctor would be the type to venture into a world of filth. He doesn’t look like it. His name precedes him. Perhaps because of his secretive endeavors. He also came highly requested, another thing that only made Crocodile question further.
Crocodile watches him in his chair, rolling it forward to assess the damage on Daz’s shoulder. It’ll only need stitches, that’s what Law said with clinical precision. Crocodile doesn’t know why it fascinates him, why he’s even still thinking about it. Yet the thought of someone as prim and proper as Trafalgar Law stepping foot in a sex club to get fucked, it’s the curiosity. The burning need to know if Law’s just not getting fucked properly, or if he can only be satiated if he’s getting defiled.
The stress being a doctor brings could be one of the reasons, Crocodile knows because of what his own work entails. Being able to let go- or in Crocodile’s case, control when life feels out of control- it’s freeing. But again, Crocodile’s not sure if this Law is the person he saw in that room. Crocodile makes sure to pay attention to the way Law moves his hand, dexterous fingers working expertly with a needle and thread.
Law’s just doing what he must, no real movement to the thought, the practice engraved in his brain. A loop and stitch, barely a twitch to his eyebrows as needle breeches skin, if anything he looks enraptured. It’s beautiful, Crocodile might go so far as to say otherworldly, overwhelming.
“Have you always wanted to be a doctor?”
Why is Crocodile interested in the first place?
Law doesn’t falter, but Daz looks to him quizzically.
“I suppose so,” Law mutters, “family business and all.”
Crocodile nods even if Law can’t see. He feels like fidgeting, he needs a smoke. Law’s only rule when either coming or going to him is no smoking. Crocodile questioned it once but all he was met with was a glare, no hesitation in Law’s because I said so. He’s always been a bold one, Crocodile can admire that.
“Is there anything else you want to do?”
Prying, of course. Crocodile’s letting his curiosity get the better of him, but he wants to see how Law looks taken off guard. Crocodile doesn’t get that, what he gets is Law’s finger pausing, glancing at him with a smirk.
“Are you offering me a position Crocodile?” Law muses.
Crocodile’s suspicions are instantly confirmed.
“I’m not inclined to accept, though I’d make a few arrangements if it were for you.”
Law says it easily, allows his lips to voice something seemingly innocent yet the wild look in his eyes. The blaze in those golden irises showed if Crocodile ordered him to do anything then he would do so without hesitation.
“It was just a question.”
Law hums, setting back to work without saying another word.
They leave shortly after, Law waving them off without watching them go. Crocodile waits until they’ve left the building, knowing the walls have ears, waits until they’re in the car, doors closing.
“Do we know anything on that boy?”
Daz expects the question, doesn’t look shocked nor put off while starting the car.
“Do you want to?”
Does Crocodile want to? He could easily ask that man, but that’s much too easy, also too much hassle. Crocodile hums, hand straying into his coat pocket to retrieve a cigar.
“A little, not too much. I don’t need his life story.”
“Are we looking for anything in particular?”
Crocodile’s lips twitch as if he wants to grin, thinking back on how those tattooed fingers looked gripping a large cock.
“You’ll know when you find it.”
✦
Crocodile was expecting it, even waiting impatiently, knowing Daz would get his hands on it without problem. When it came Crocodile was a bit more delighted than he should have been, dismissing Daz so that he can flip the file open. There are only a few papers, most showing very telling receipts that are hardly disclosed.
Daz was particular, giving Crocodile little bits and pieces that all add up. Crocodile hasn’t been back to the club since he saw Law, he didn’t want to push it. He was already thinking about the boy more than he wanted to. Those golden eyes being fixated in his mind, the ghost of his smirk, how he was able to say something so subtle and cunning without batting an eyelash. Crocodile’s not often taken with someone, but if that person is Law, then he’d make a few exceptions.
Especially since he’s reading his track record.
Started visiting the club occasionally two years ago; he was dipping his toes in. Became a member not long after; the thrill of it, having something he’s been craving now satiated. Has been a regular, more or less, for months on end now. Law got the fix on it, but it’s not doing him good anymore. Perhaps going often to try and find what he had back then but now it lacks.
Crocodile could give it to him, willingly and happily. Law would take it if he proposed the idea. Crocodile’s not enough of a saint to go the innocent route, not the type to beat around the bush. Law’s like that also, he must be if he works for that damn feathers for brains. That should have been Crocodile’s first answer, but that was before he knew about Law’s taste. Now it all makes sense, why Law is a personal favorite to Doflamingo.
Crocodile snaps the file closed, tossing it on the desk to pick up his phone. The contact is easy to find because it’s always of use, Law answering after the first ring. Always so precise, meticulous.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Law’s voice is nothing but a breathy tone, and Crocodile can almost picture how he looks now.
Sitting in his chair, that’s where Crocodile always sees him. Never standing, though once kneeling. Crocodile would like to see him on his knees, hand wrapped around his cock before his throat was full of it.
“Are you open for a house visit?”
“It depends.”
“On what?” Crocodile raises an eyebrow, listening to Law hum.
“The circumstances, of course.”
“Well no one’s dying.” Crocodile grunts.
“Then it’s not an emergency, perhaps you can try a hospital.”
Crocodile grits his teeth. He forgets the loose tongue Law has, always speaking as if he needs to be reminded of his place.
“I’m afraid it’s something more important than that.”
There’s an obvious pause with Law not saying anything. Crocodile can’t even hear him breathing. Law’s gauging the conversation, Crocodile knows he is. The proposition wasn’t in his tone, which is why he’s finally faltered.
“I see,” Law murmurs. He doesn’t see at all, “I’ll be over right away then.”
Crocodile hangs up without replying, rising out of his chair. As soon as he opens the door Daz turns to him with a knowing look, barely fazed by what he says next.
“You can leave, but not too far.”
“He’ll come searching for him.” Daz states.
The words bring an unsavory taste in his mouth, but he knows Doflamingo wouldn’t try anything. Not with him, not here.
“It’s not as if I’m stealing his pet,” Crocodile huffs, “and besides. Law’s going to tell him.”
That much Crocodile knows. Law is loyal to a fault, which is the reason why he’s highly spoken of. One doesn’t cross Trafalgar Law, in the same way that he would never double cross someone else. Crocodile admires that in him, his fierce loyalty. Perhaps the reason why he’s able to submit so easily.
Crocodile walks back to his desk, flipping the file open once more, casually looking through the information at hand. It’s just to pass time by, that’s what Crocodile told himself. Yet after turning over the last page, Crocodile’s eyes widen. His shock wears off quickly, replaced with vague interest, something akin to respect on Doflamingo’s part. Clearly Daz wanted to save the best for last.
Crocodile chuckles to himself, closing the file before tossing it into his desk drawer.
✦
Law doesn’t look amused, which only serves to amuse Crocodile. After getting off the phone and realizing he didn’t have any sound reason for inviting the doctor over, Crocodile took matters into his own hand. Quite literally.
Law stares at the gash almost boredly, dropping his bag by Crocodile’s desk.
“What is this?” Law huffs.
It’s clear Law wasn’t expecting to do anything today. Instead of being decked out in one of his pristine suits, he’s covered in a hoodie, loose jeans yet tight enough to show the little amount of muscle he possesses. For some odd reason that makes Crocodile even more attracted to him, seeing Law in a different light than he usually does.
Crocodile sits back in his chair, holding his arm up in faux ignorance.
“I told you no one was dying.”
Law visibly grits his teeth, a flood of irritation soaking those pretty eyes. Blood drips down Crocodile’s forearm from where he cut himself, a trick slit of his hook right above the bone.
“A child wouldn’t even need a doctor for this.”
“I’m wounded Law,” Crocodile drawls, “are you insinuating I’m more incompetent than a five year old.”
Law’s eyebrow twitches, crossing his arms in obvious displeasure. Crocodile refrains from smiling.
“At the moment,” Law raises an eyebrow, “yes, I am.”
Oh, Crocodile does love the bite to his tone.
“What a pity,” Crocodile retorts, “this is my only good hand Law, would you really go so far as to leave me unattended?”
Law opens his mouth before snapping it closed, eyes raking over Crocodile’s face. Crocodile knows he’s not an easy man to read, so the fact that Law attempts to try is entertaining. His arms fall down to his sides after a few minutes, rolling his eyes as he bends to retrieve his bag.
“Aside from the fact that you’ve wasted my time,” Law grunts, “I guess I’ll help you since I’m already here.”
Law walks around his desk without hurry, and Crocodile’s sure if the bleeding persisted Law would let him bleed out on the floor. Crocodile lifts his arm to Law whenever he sits on the desk, watching as he reaches into his bag to grab the very few supplies he’ll need.
“I’m in your favor Law.” Crocodile intentionally lets his voice drop, and for the first time since he’s met him, Law finally makes a noticeable stop.
Law’s eyelids droop only the slightest, tension leaving his body for a split second until he’s rigid again. He covers it with a breathless scoff, snatching Crocodile’s hand. Law’s touch is warm, fingers soft and delicate holding him in place.
“I wouldn’t trust you with my life.” Law lies through his teeth.
Crocodile only hums, grinning when Law carelessly pours the antiseptic on his cut. The action shows Law was hoping for it to hurt, but if anyone knows better, than it’s him. If only to get Law even more worked up, Crocodile releases a tiny gasp. The cotton ball in Law’s grasp becomes trapped, another split second, a quick intake of breath.
Law’s so easy to read, or maybe he’s just easy.
Crocodile tests the boundaries, leaning forward to blow, easing the sting only a little. A glance up shows Law with his lips part, staring at Crocodile before glancing back to the work at hand.
“Excuse me if I interrupted any plans for you today.” Crocodile says with a bit of sincerity.
Law tosses the cotton ball into the trash, grabbing another to clean up the remaining liquid.
“It’s quite alright, I wasn’t busy.”
“Is that right,” Crocodile muses, “I assumed a man like you would have something to do on the side.”
Crocodile doesn’t hide the suggestion in his tone. Law gives him a short laugh, neither breathless nor strained, looking under his eyelashes to him.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were interested in me.”
Law’s offering, the willingness in his eyes proves that much. There’s no bait to be given, Law doesn’t need a clear outline, all he needs is a man. Possibly any man, and he goes putty.
“I’d be a lying man if I said I didn’t find you attractive.”
Law’s eyebrows climb to his hairline, fingers hovering above Crocodile’s hand before the shock wears off.
“Well color me surprised,” Law teases, wrapping gauze above his wrist, “I didn’t think a man like you would give any body the time of day.”
Which is true, also the reason why he finds it so mindboggling he can’t keep Law out of his head. Crocodile lets his thumb run over Law’s skin, relishing in the hitch of breath from the doctor. Law stares long enough to let Crocodile imagine what he’d look like on his knees, eyes glazed over in the same exact way, spit covering his lips.
“I- uh, I guess I should get going.” Law drops his hand as if he’s been burned.
There’s redness to his cheeks that Crocodile sees before he’s hopping to the floor, grabbing his bag to quickly clean the supplies off his desk. Crocodile stops him by sliding his hook in the loop of Law’s jeans, rising out of his chair to stand close behind him. Law’s head knocks forward, visibly shuddering. He’s so open, it’s almost comical that Crocodile never realized it before.
“Leaving already Law?”
“I don’t….”
Law trails off when Crocodile steps closer, letting his body mold against his backside. Crocodile wants to see what expression he’s wearing, that usual stoic air now drowned into desperation. Crocodile feeds off it, leaning close to Law’s ear, dropping his tone to one low and raspy.
“Won’t you stay with me Law?”
Much to Crocodile’s delight, Law whimpers, falling against his chest so easily, head rocking back. Law’s eyes are glassy, bottom lip bitten red as if he attempted to stop the noise.
“What are you playing at Croc?”
Spoken like a man that’s been at Doflamingo’s side for years on end now. Law doesn’t jerk away when he wraps a hand around his throat, fingers stroking over his pulsing points teasingly. Crocodile should tell him, let Law know that he’s aware of his less than vanilla desires. That he saw Law on his knees with an abundance of men surrounding him, waiting for a chance to stuff him full.
“I’m not playing at anything.”
Law lets out a breathless scoff, not backing away when Crocodile steps forward. One of his hands fly to his jeans as if for balance, eyelashes fluttering at the close proximity. He’s so beautifully open, not hiding how turned on he’s getting, and only by a little bit of closure.
“I want you.”
Crocodile angles Law’s head back, lets his intentions be known, relishing in the shuddering sigh he gets in return.
“Let me have you Law.”
Law’s gaze flicks down to his lips for a sliver of a second. Crocodile’s invitation comes in the form of Law’s mouth parting, eyes expectant and he’s quick to close the distance.
Law moans airily when Crocodile’s fingers dig under his jaw, dragging him up to smash their lips together. Law’s other hand flies to his jeans, nails clawing their way along the sides. It’s clear he wants to turn but Crocodile stops him by gliding his hook in between Law’s thighs. Law gasps into the kiss, tongue tangling with his, letting out all these breathy noises that only serve to turn him on further.
Wet smacking fills the air, Law shuffling on his toes. Crocodile squeezes the faintest, nails scratching up Law’s jawline, spit slick between them. Law kisses as if he knows the effect he has on people, allowing himself to be held, to be controlled. Yet he licks with a depth that almost makes Crocodile’s toes curl, teeth nipping expertly between exchanges of tongue. Law yanks at Crocodile’s slacks, breaking the kiss by sucking his bottom lip into his mouth.
“Fuck me.” Law mumbles against him.
Crocodile hums, tugging softly at his lip, running the sharp edge of his hook along the seam of Law’s jeans. Law whines, hips rocking as if to get closer. Crocodile opens his eyes to find Law’s closed, breathing heavily. He’s gorgeous flushed, heaving, aching. Crocodile’s hand moves on its own, stepping back to slip his palm around Law’s nape. The noise that rips from Law’s throat echoes around the room, a grunt laced in his moan because of Crocodile shoving him onto the desk.
Crocodile holds Law in place, taking his time tracing his jeans. It’s almost a meditative task. A sharp dig, an intake of breath. Crocodile testing limits, pushing against material that rips so easily. Law’s resounding breaths a constant moan, body shuddering. Crocodile finds himself being lost in it, wondering if Law’s in just as much of a daze.
“You’re taking this surprisingly well,” Crocodile muses without thought, “have you been aching Law?”
Law shuffles on his feet, obviously trying to tilt his head but unable to do so. Either because of Crocodile’s hold on him, or being too numb to move, it’s unknown, but the reaction is delectable all the same.
The lack of awareness spurs Crocodile on in a way he wouldn’t expect. He’s quick to tilt the sharp end of his hook, catching the hole that’s formed, yanking just so. And it falls so easily, not all the way off, only enough for a tease. To get Law shivering because of cool air against his now exposed thigh, his flush traveling below his sweatshirt no doubt.
Crocodile relaxes his hand, fingers thrumming against Law’s skin before tapping in a timely rhythm. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t give him a warning as he pulls his hand away. Law doesn’t budge an inch. The weight of the silent threat hangs heavily in the air. Pleased with Law’s stillness, Crocodile slides his palm down his spine, feeling the nobs under thin material. Crocodile flips the garment up, admiring Law’s tanned skin, warm under his touch, so small.
It’s enticing to imagine someone bigger, much bigger, with Law in this same way. He’s got a body meant to be held, shoved onto surfaces, gripped until that pretty skin is blemished and bruised. There are no lingering marks left, not from when Crocodile saw him at the club. Crocodile slides his hand down to Law’s ass, barely gripping it but he lifts off his toes all the same, noise being muffled by the desk.
“I bet you’re throbbing for it.” Crocodile teases Law by pushing his thumb between the cheeks of his ass.
Law mumbles something incoherent and Crocodile’s quick to click his tongue, slapping his ass in warning.
“If you want something speak up.”
Law’s head rocks to the side immediately, golden eyes blown over.
“Fuck me,” Law licks his lips, stares off into space, “please, fuck me please.”
Doesn’t even need to be told to beg. Law’s a slut through and through. Crocodile slaps his ass harder, tilting his hook to latch onto one of his belt loops. Law practically melts when Crocodile jerks hard enough to hear a resounding tear. One side of Law’s jeans fall open, exposing the swell of his ass clad in black panties.
Crocodile takes a step back, only enough to get a view of Law as he angles his hook between his legs. Law makes such a pretty noise because of the curved metal pressing against him, eyes rolling as he grinds down. Crocodile would leave him like this, the act isn’t even a humiliating one. Law is proudly fucking himself on Crocodile’s hook without a hint of shame, and as much as he adores the sight, he would much rather have him stripped.
Law makes a noise of complaint when Crocodile tugs on his jeans. A low groan escaping him at the act. Not because of how easily Law’s pants are ripped, but because Law’s soaking. Small threads of Law’s juices cling onto his hook, the distance making them slap down, drip along the curve.
Crocodile prides himself on being a man in control, but he’s sure any person would snap at the scene that made. There’s not a sliver of patience in Crocodile’s touch. Not when he carelessly rips his hook away, fingers wrapped in Law’s shredded jeans to jerk them off his body. Crocodile’s breathing just as hard as Law, mind solely focused on reaching for the band of Law’s panties to yank them away. He’s on his knees the second he tosses them aside, thumb pressed close to Law’s entrance to keep him spread.
“Look at you Law,” Crocodile groans, blowing where he’s aching most.
Law moans loudly, throbbing around nothing, just begging to be full of cock. Wetness slips under Crocodile’s thumb, Law’s pussy glistening. His mouth waters looking at him, latching his hook around Law’s knee to drag it further apart, scooting closer as he does so. Law says something, or attempts to, but the words drown out when Crocodile dips his tongue into his entrance.
“Exquisite,” Crocodile murmurs, lips becoming drenched with Law’s essence as he slides them close to his clit, “I especially like this.”
Crocodile opens his mouth wide enough to suck on Law’s clit, tongue flicking the jewelry hanging from his piercing. Law sobs hoarsely, fingers scratching at his desk as he rocks back. Crocodile fits his lips around the piercing, sucking as he pulls away, ripping a scream out of Law. So sensitive. It makes Crocodile want to tease him relentlessly.
“Does it feel good being played with baby?” Crocodile slips his thumb through Law’s folds, circling around his clit and he arches further.
Crocodile rises off the floor, stroking Law slowly, grinning when he finds his mouth slack. Drool is already spilling onto one of his papers, Law’s eyes stuck in the back of his head, accepting the onslaught without problem.
“That face tells me everything.” Crocodile replaces his thumb with two fingers, sliding his middle and ring between Law’s labia, down to where he’s soaking.
Law’s mewl is raspy, feet shuffling as he rises on his toes.
“I should’ve known you’d be this easy,” Crocodile taunts, shallowly pumping his fingers into Law, “taking it all without complaint.”
Crocodile drops his weight on top of Law, hook sliding to his thigh. Law’s eyelashes flutter, breaths coming out like whines. Crocodile nips at Law’s earrings, pulling them between his teeth, rutting forward so Law can feel just how hard he’s making him.
“Is that why he sells you out?” Crocodile accentuates the words with a rough shove of his fingers, burying himself in Law’s cunt.
Law’s walls squeeze around him, choking on a shocked moan. Crocodile licks under Law’s lobe, sucking on his pulsing point and the boy writhes. He’s moving nonstop, a constant flow of his body desperately trying to get more. Never to run away.
“He lets all those men pay for your pussy, hm,” Law tightens around him, spurring Crocodile on to fuck into him faster, “I can see why…”
Crocodile trails off, a slick squelch echoing in the room as he removes his fingers. Law’s gaze is unfocused, yet he’s looking at him, not flinching when Crocodile traces his lips with the digits. Law’s tongue darts out, awareness flickering in his eyes while he opens his mouth, cleaning Crocodile off without needing to be told.
“You’ve got a cunt meant for breeding.”
Vibrations tickle Crocodile’s skin from where Law moans, slipping his fingers out but delving close to lick at the spit slapping on his lips.
“Want me to fuck you baby?”
Law’s panting heavily, body twitching under him.
“Always wanted it,” Law mumbles, tone slurred, “want you so bad.”
Crocodile pushes off the desk, slapping Law’s ass playfully.
“Take my cock out.”
Law moves like a man starved, elbows wobbling and everything but that doesn’t deter him from reaching for Crocodile’s slacks. There’s that same wild gaze that Crocodile first got enraptured with. The golden hue barely able to be seen, drowned out by lust. Law making quick work of unbuckling his belt, not even caring about taking it off before reaching for his zipper. Law licks his lips when Crocodile’s boxers come into view.
Dexterous fingers slip beneath the band, his other hand coming up to drag the garment down. Both hands circle around his shaft when the deed is done, and Law’s expression is nothing short of a cockslut.
“Like what you see?”
Law closes his mouth, glancing up to him with a smirk.
“You seem to have me all figured out.”
Crocodile’s quick to grip Law’s arm when he feels him starting to sink down, and the pout that garners in return is a lot cuter than it should be.
“Not quite,” Crocodile muses, pressing the palm of his hand to Law’s chest, “but I’m getting there.”
Crocodile shoves him hard, ignoring the grunt of pain to grab under his knee, dragging Law closer. Judging by the heave of his chest, Law enjoys the manhandling, but of course he would. There’s no telling what a man like Doflamingo did in order to train Law. Suddenly all those vile things he once knew about the man are now working out in his favor.
Law seizes up when Crocodile’s cock pushes through his folds, sighing in nothing but pleasure. Crocodile looks between them, pushing Law’s leg up while he rocks against him. Crocodile’s shaft grows slick because of Law’s juices, groaning as the tip of his cock rubs against his jewelry. The unfamiliar feeling of a piercing gliding on the underside of his shaft has him panting, growing hotter.
“Damn,” Crocodile huffs, “you get so fucking wet.”
Law’s soaking, and Crocodile finds he can’t hold himself back anymore. On his next grind his cock catches on Law’s entrance and his eyes fly open, hand snapping down to wrap around his dick.
“I can’t, I mean you can’t,” Law’s breath hitches, walls already constricting around him, “condom, need a condom.”
Law stares at the ceiling with glassy eyes, saying that yet not stopping Crocodile any more than he already is.
“What a greedy man he is,” Crocodile scoffs, slapping Law’s hand away yet halting his movements, “selling you out but not letting you get your fill.”
Crocodile knows how it is in this line of business. He understands why Law is saying what he’s saying, an unspoken rule meant between whore and client. Unlucky for Doflamingo, Crocodile doesn’t give a shit about his rules. Law sniffles a little, palm falling away from his length so easily and Crocodile drops to his elbows, running his nose under Law’s jawline.
“Don’t you want it baby,” Crocodile grinds deeper while he tangles his fingers in Law’s hair, “don’t you want to get filled up?”
Law’s hands fly to Crocodile’s back, yanking at his shirt, tripping over his own words. Crocodile cuts him off with a bite to his adams apple, lapping around it just to feel the vibrations under his tongue.
“You’re already sucking me in, tell me you want me to stop Law.”
Crocodile rocks into Law slowly, yanking his hair hard enough to expose his throat, mouthing over his skin until he’s gasping for breath.
“But, but I- not supposed to, I’ll-“
“You’ll what,” Crocodile whispers darkly, “you’ll get pregnant?”
Law wails when Crocodile bottoms out, nails scratching up his shirt to his hair. Crocodile pulls back feeling Law yank, driving into him with powerful thrusts. Law’s pussy spasms around him, eyes glazed over as he looks to him. If Crocodile thought he was pretty before, this is something else entirely. Tears cling onto Law’s eyelashes, tan skin flushed and sweaty, lips slick with spit.
“Isn’t that why you came here,” Crocodile urges, pumping faster into him, “no other reason except for me to breed you.”
Law’s fingers tense in his hair, eyes rolling as he wraps his legs around Crocodile’s waist. He can’t get enough, Law’s slick and tight and so warm, breathy voice growing higher. It doesn’t matter that the desk is scraping, that his belt is smacking harshly against Law, his sweatshirt in the way for making Crocodile want to mark him up. He can’t stop. Law’s pussy is molded around his cock already, sucking him in so nicely and he picks up his pace.
Law’s back flies off the desk, arching into him as he angles his hips. Crocodile drives in harder after feeling Law tense up, walls fluttering in a telling sign. Law’s hands slip out of his hair, down his back, nails clawing over his shirt while his thighs tense.
“So close,” Law moans, eyes clouding over with tears, “daddy please, please ‘m so close.”
Crocodile’s cock twitches at the name, thrusting faster, hard enough to get Law hiccupping. Crocodile’s quick to push off the desk when he feels Law convulse, rubbing his thumb over Law’s soaked clit. Law’s back bows, eyes rolling closed as his orgasm takes over him.
“That’s it baby girl,” Crocodile urges, “come all over my dick.”
Law’s mouth hangs open, barely voicing anything yet the squeeze of his cunt shows he’s still riding out his high. Crocodile flicks at Law’s piercing, slamming balls deep the same time he tugs at it and he makes such a pretty squeal. Crocodile drags out Law’s release, switching between stroking his clit to tugging his jewelry, pumping his cock into him at a brutal pace. Crocodile grows harder seeing Law try to writhe, stiffening up with every push and pull before he leaves him empty.
“On your knees.”
Law blinks stupidly, licking the saliva off his lips. His movements are clumsy and uncoordinated, papers fluttering to the ground when he finally does manage to get on the floor, mouth hanging open. Barely lidded eyes stare up at Crocodile, tongue falling passed his bottom lip. Such beautiful submission, Crocodile just might have to send Doflamingo a thanks for this rarity.
Crocodile grips the base of his cock to slap it over Law’s face. His skin already shining because of sweat now doing so because of his own wetness, Crocodile’s precum smearing. Law sighs in nothing but content when he pushes the head of his cock into his mouth. He falls slack, keeping his jaw dropped, eyes closing when Crocodile rocks into him the same way he was just doing his cunt.
It shows how well Law was trained because he just takes it, doesn’t blink an eye at Crocodile holding a handful of his hair to bob him on his cock. It almost feels too good, having Law’s mouth wrapped entirely around him, throat snug full of his cock. The boy’s a goddamn dream, if Crocodile was the greedy type, he’d steal him away.
“Fuck,” Crocodile gasps, yanking Law off his length, “bend over. Show me how you want me to breed your pussy.”
Law sways when he releases his hair, hands falling in between his legs to catch his breath.
“Will you really, really fill me up?”
A line of drool is leaking down Law’s chin when he glances up, tone one of eagerness, eyes brimming with the same expression. Crocodile’s never been enamored with sloppy sluts, but Law’s a natural. Crocodile wipes the spit caking his chin, dropping to his knees as he holds Law in place.
“Sweet girl,” Crocodile croons, “I’ll give you as many babies as you want.”
Law sucks in a breath, shifting without needing to be told again. Crocodile strokes himself watching Law bend over, sweatshirt slipping to reveal that same tattoo he saw weeks ago, the arch of his spine one of wonder. Law spreads his knees enough to fit Crocodile in between them, cheek pressing on the floor, arms stretching above him. The perfect picture of a whore.
Crocodile shuffles in close to him, guiding his cock through Law’s folds to gather more wetness before slipping inside of him. Law’s moan is needy, eyes spaced out, staring at the wall mindlessly in front of him. Crocodile slips his hook around Law’s thigh, gripping his waist as he picks up a steady rhythm. Crocodile grinds into Law slow and deep, losing himself in the way his cunt clenches his cock.
Heat stirs low in Crocodile’s core every time his hips meet Law’s backside, Law moaning enthusiastically when he starts picking up the pace. Crocodile drags Law’s thigh apart, grunting as he slams into him faster, pants becoming wet because of Law dripping.
“Shit you feel good.” Crocodile furrows his eyebrows, watching his cock split Law’s pussy open, strings of juices connecting them together.
Law looks fucking out of it, gaze faraway, a puddle of saliva formed under his cheek. Law rocks along the floor with every slam into him, pulsating and whining the harder he drives in. Crocodile’s balls draw up, fucking into Law wildly just to see those eyes cloud, feel his walls snug on his shaft. Law’s warmth brings Crocodile closer to his release, has him shifting closer, burying as deep as he can go.
Law chokes on his own spit, the whites of his eyes showing from how they’re stuck, mumbling incoherent words. Crocodile’s fingers dig into Law’s waist, hook catching on Law’s skin, firm rocks of his hips in that tight heat making his toes curl. Crocodile’s head knocks back, chasing long and deep in Law, groaning when his cunt spasms.
“Oh god,” Law whines, “fuck, oh fuck! Crocodile, don’t stop.”
Crocodile slams faster into Law, panting loudly, chin falling to his chest just in time to see Law’s hands scrambling on the floor. The image of Law losing it, a loud cry ripping out of him, fingers tangled in his own hair. It’s enough to send Crocodile over the edge, Law’s orgasm spurring him on, milking it out of him.
Crocodile presses between Law’s shoulder blades, groaning as he pumps him full of his semen, eyes falling closed when his pussy squeezes him tight. Crocodile whispers Law’s name softly despite the rage of his heartbeat, the pounding of his hips, drawing out lewd sounds that echo in the room. The intensity of his orgasm leaves him shaking, still thrusting shallowly into Law, the warmth of his cunt mixed with his cum is enough to make him never want to leave from this spot.
Crocodile drops to his elbows, shuddering in aftershocks because of Law tensing. His cock grows soft inside of him, and despite Law being stuffed, he’s still just as tight as before. Crocodile slides his lips over the nape of his neck, peppering small kisses, teasing bites. Law’s hands slip out of his hair, and when Crocodile looks up to see him smiling stupidly, his cock twitches inside of him.
“Wanna ‘nother round baby?” Law purrs, voice thick with lust.
He could accept the offer. Crocodile contemplates on doing so.
“I can handle more,” Law slurs, “can fuck me until I’m bulging.”
Crocodile presses his forehead on Law’s back, sucking in a ragged breath. He shouldn’t do it. Law doesn’t belong to him, this was pushing it enough. Yet the way those words sound curling on that sweet tongue, Law beckoning him with subtle sways of his hips, cunt hugging his length.
“C’mon,” Law borderline whines, moving to sit back on his knees and Crocodile complies.
He shouldn’t have complied. He shouldn’t give into Law, yet looking down at him with that cock hungry gaze, looking as if he hasn’t even gotten his fill. Shit, it makes Crocodile ache.
“Didn’t you wanna breed me daddy?”
Law licks his lips and the action spells out trouble, but Crocodile can’t be bothered with that. Here he has Law willing and sitting on his slowly growing cock, practically begging for Crocodile to fuck him until he can’t anymore. This is what Crocodile wanted, he’s been craving to have Law like this, that lithe body under his touch.
Law’s lips split into a grin when Crocodile nods, rising on his knees. Crocodile shivers because of the cool air on his cock, allowing Law to push him to his back. Crocodile should say something, perhaps have them go to his bed, but Law is already straddling him. A tiny hand grips just above his hook, Crocodile enraptured as Law brings it between his legs, cum dripping onto the metal.
“Do you have any idea what you’re asking?” Crocodile finally finds his words just as Law starts, quite literally, riding his hook, and his mouth runs dry.
“I’ll beg if that pleases you.”
Oh, Crocodile’s sure Law would, but there’s no need for that. Seeing Law ride his hook is all the incentive he needs to keep this boy here for the rest of the day. Night also.
“I hope you can keep up.”
Law’s grin turns nearly predatory, golden eyes glinting under his office lights. The movements halt, replaced with Law leaning forward to lick at his bottom lip.
“Baby, this is what I was born for.”