have been talking for a while about the potential of using Amputate to turn Law's dick into a toy and boy howdy uhhhhh I sure finally drafted up a bit of it. Here be not only smut but like. Extra smutty smut. Turbo-smut. You've been warned.
It’s one of those days where everything has gone wrong, aggressively, for sixteen hours straight. By the time Cora kidnaps Law back to the captain’s quarters, he’s a horrific mix of tired and wired. Cora dumps him on the bed and starts pulling his shoes off, and Law snaps, “It’s fine, I’ve got it.”
Cora pauses with shoe in hand, stares at Law, goes, “Hmm,” and reapplies himself to the shoe.
“Cora!!! Are you listening to me?”
“No,” Cora says plainly.
Law sees red. He tries to yank his foot back, but Cora anticipated his tantrum and has a hand wrapped around Law’s ankle. Law struggles futilely, but Cora doesn’t let go, and eventually the tiny scrap of energy he’d dug up from nowhere runs out and he rocks to a halt, still panting. “I’m your captain. You have to listen to me.” It’s a dirty card to pull, and he’ll be pissed at himself tomorrow for pulling it, but right now he’s fucking mad and he’ll do whatever it takes to get Cora to back down.
“You’re not the captain here, when it’s just us in this room.” Cora bends his head and removes Law’s shoe. He sets it aside carefully and takes the other one in hand. “You told me that. Didn’t you?”
“Yes.” The word is dragged out from between furiously clenched teeth.
“So. You’re not the captain, and right now, you’re not fit to be in charge of anything, including taking care of yourself. I’m relieving you of your duty.” Cora’s calm, even voice makes the rage rachet up inside Law. He’s overtired and losing his cool because of it, and he knows that, but he can’t stop.
“Who the fuck are you to--” Law hisses as he leans forward.
Cora stops him with a hand to the chest. Directly over the tattoo of his face hidden beneath. He’s unruffled as a becalmed sea as he stares into Law’s eyes. A challenge, but not the fighting kind. “You know who I am to you, Law.”
All the fight drains out of Law. He slumps forward into Cora’s hand, trusting that Cora will hold him up. Cora does, easily. Against that pressure, eyes closed, Law whispers, “I can’t--Cora--make it stop. Make my brain stop.”
“Okay,” Cora says.
Law’s not surprised when Cora gently strips him, lays him out on the bed, and grabs the lube. No matter how tired Law is, just the sight of Cora shirtless and slicking up a finger makes his stomach swoop. Cora takes his sweet time prepping, so Law’s cock is untouched and yet ragingly hard and definitely, extremely ready when Cora says, “Hey, Law.”
“Yeah?” Breathy, eager. His mind hasn’t shut down, but it’s at least slowed down and refocused.
Cora wraps his hand around Law’s cock. “I need this. Can I have it?”
Law blinks. What? “You’re holding it,” he says stupidly.
“No, I need it. Can you Amputate it?”
Law’s heartrate lurches into a galloping fast beat. He’s fucking exhausted, but he doesn’t need a very big Room at all for this so he can still manage it. He reaches atop the headboard for one of the many folding scalpels secreted around the ship, and one sharp gesture later, Cora is holding Law’s disembodied dick.
“Thank you,” Cora says, too sincere for Law to tolerate right now. Law closes his eyes and focuses on how Cora’s hand so gently holds his cock, how air tickles over it as it’s moved through space.
Then there’s that odd feeling that Law associates with his body parts being attached to something else. “Cora?”
“Come on, roll over,” Cora says instead of answering the implicit question. His hands urge Law to turn onto his stomach, and he says, “Can you do hands and knees?”
Law groans but obeys, tottering up. He opens his eyes and nearly yelps as hes greeted by his own cock pointing directly at his face. “Cora, what--” Cora’s hands are on his hips, and he can feel how the mattress sinks under Cora’s knees behind his, and it all clicks. Law watches his own cock jerk at the thought of what’s about to happen.
“Figure it out yet?” Cora asks, too casual.
“Yes!”
“And?”
“Yes!”
Cora’s hand spreads out hot and comforting on Law’s lower back as he says, “Good. You know how to stop me if you need to. Now go on then, open up.”
Law licks his lower lip and then obeys. He leans forward under the urging pressure of Cora’s hand, and surely Cora feels how he shudders all over as his tongue touches his cockhead. It’s familiar, but the angle isn’t; normally he holds onto it and can take the easiest approach to get it down, but stuck to the wall like this, he has to struggle and work for it and it only makes him more desperate. Once his upper lip kisses the wall and the lower his balls, he swallows, just so Cora will hear the click and the following choke that Law has never figured out how to suppress.
“Good,” Cora murmurs. “Good job, Law.” The pleasure that suffuses him at the praise is almost as good as the feeling of sucking his own dick. “Come here.”
Law eagerly follows Cora’s hands drawing him back until he just has the head in his mouth. He tongues at the slit and groans at how it feels, at the sharp taste of his precome, and then Cora’s pushing at his rim and he’s groaning again, because--fuck--he suckles more urgently at his cock to soothe himself as Cora splits him open.
When Cora’s fully seated, he asks, “Ready?”
Law makes the best approximation of fuck yeah that he can with his mouth full, and then Cora’s leaning forward and using his dick in Law’s ass to push him further onto his own cock. He doesn’t hesitate or stop until Law’s completely stuffed from both ends, and there’s tears welling up in Law’s eyes because it all feels so good he can’t even figure out what to pay attention to first.
That’s when Cora pulls back, only to thrust forward so far that Law’s jammed all the way down on his own cock and writhing in pleasure. It takes one, two, three strokes of getting fucked and sucking off and being sucked off before he’s coming. The first spurt hits his soft palate hard enough that he chokes, but Cora’s mercilessly shoving him back onto his cock so the rest goes directly down his throat. The pace is perfect to work him through the peak, and he goes slack in Cora’s grip and just takes it as his brain finally shuts the fuck up and melts.
But Cora doesn’t stop as Law makes it over the peak and well into the valley of overstimulation. He makes an urgent noise, squirming on Cora’s cock in desperation to pull back off his own, but Cora keeps going.
“You get so tight when you come,” Cora says, and there goes Law’s hope that Cora simply hadn’t noticed and would stop fucking as soon as he realized. “But I’m not done yet, so you’d better keep your cock warm while I use your ass.”
That sends a painful zing of arousal through his cock, though not nearly enough to revive it. It rests soft and heavy on Law’s tongue as Cora fucks him in long strokes that are hard enough that his forehead knocks against the wall. Law desperately sucks through it all, not because it feels particularly good--it’s still too sensitive--but because it gives his mouth something to do. He falls into a trance as the rhythm settles into something he can work with, suckling as Cora pulls out and opening wide as Cora thrusts back in.
“Law--” Cora pants out, labored, and Law makes a noise that vibrates uncomfortably through his cock. “You’re doing such a good job, taking everything I give you. I’ll fill you right up until you’re full and can’t think of anything other than this.” Law clenches the sheets between his fingers as he makes urgent, shattered noises of yes yes yes give it to me I want it all.
Cora grunts as he bends over Law, holding their hips flush with one hand so Law can’t escape and pressing kisses into the smile on Law’s back. Law rocks back into Cora and forward onto his still-soft cock, trying to eke out the tiniest bit more pleasure. He whines when Cora goes to pull out, then realizes he can rip himself back to groan, “Don’t!”
Cora freezes. “Don’t what?”
“Don’t pull out.” Law’s lips feel like they’re going to be chapped to hell and back, and his voice is so destroyed he won’t be able to speak in front of anyone tomorrow for the shame of it. But as painful as it is to speak, it’s worth it to keep Cora’s cock in him.
Cora obeys, still holding them together with the hand at the bottom of Law’s stomach just above the strangely flat area where his dick and balls once were as he gets them laid out on the bed. Law squirms backwards into Cora’s body, trying to wedge in as much of Cora’s rapidly softening cock as possible so he can enjoy it the tiniest bit longer.
“Want your cock back?”
Law shakes his head as he yawns. “Just gonna put it back up again tomorrow,” he forces out. Cora pauses and then his hands go tight and possessive on Law’s body.
“Again, tomorrow,” Cora repeats, and Law passes out with a blissful smile on his face and plans for tomorrow merrily dancing in his dreams.
