Pirate King Luffy on his throne with Law on his lap holding him tighty against his now much larger frame with a content smirk on his face, hands down his pants. Law does his best to hold back his moans of pleasure knowing he won’t last long with Luffy touching him so perfectly after a few weeks apart.
“Gotta make sure you remember who you belong to, Torao,” Luffy breathes in his ear, Law’s head falling back against his shoulder as his eyes flutter shut, the possessive words of his lover enough to bring him to his climax.
"Ah-! Ah-! Hnnnf, little more, little more, just... Fuck, can you stay like that? Ohhh my god—"
Monkey D. Luffy's incessant rambling is almost enough to drown out the sound of soft, half-pace panting down below. Roronoa Zoro is laid out beneath him, ribcage suppressed by Luffy's hair-matted thighs.
Zoro's never seen Luffy like this before. Pupils blown out like a wild animal, seething and drooling when he pads rough thumbs against Zoro's nipples, pushing at muscle to bring it closer to the middle. Hotter. Warmer. More. And, truth be told, he's never seen himself like this, either. His own hands grasped at Luffy's wrists, huffing out breaths as though catching up. He'd never pictured himself as this sort of man— where was his dignity now?
He decided, upon looking down at himself, shiny and slick with the incessant leaking of his captain's precum, that he didn't care. What he cared for much more, though, was the buck-buck-bucking of the captain's hips, and the beads of sweat holding desperately to the rough hair that drew a messy, shaggy apex from his navel to his fat, drooling cock. He reaches, short-cut fingernails raking down it and relishing in the way the captain shivers and flexes.
"You're making a mess of me, you know," Zoro huffs like it's a complaint, and Luffy just about folds, when that hand drops and grips him at the base. He slows down, biting hard on his bottom lip like it might just keep him going a little while longer. Green brows furrow, and hazy eyes narrow. "Don't reserve yourself now, Luffy. It's alright... I'll let you. Just this once."
That sort of permission, negligent and taunting, is all Luffy could've asked for— he whines when his full aggression returns, dizzy in his own numbing frenzy.
"Zoro—" He breathes out, like the words are choking him, "M'gonna cum all fucking over you, kay? Pleasepleaseplease, I can't help it, I can't– I can't–"
Before Zoro can muster any sort of taunting reply, though, Luffy's eyes squeeze shut, and he thrusts his hips forward, and hardly seems to notice when his cockhead starts bumping against Zoro's adams apple.
"Iloveyou," Luffy spits out when he finally cums, words meshing together into something like a simpering whine. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, s'too much," And Zoro is inclined to agree— thick spurts of cum splattering up his throat, pooling in the crooks of his collarbone. It's a lot, and Luffy won't stop bucking, milking every last bit he seems to be able to muster. Half lidded eyes are full of tears by the time he's finished— threatening to spill at any moment.
Only then does Luffy collapse, toppling all of his weight on Zoro... Who is sticky, and sweaty, and surprisingly patient. No snarky remarks are made— fingertips glide through Luffy's messy hair, and scratch at the nape of his neck. He's already snoring, and Zoro's eyes roll.
